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gurugirl · 1 year

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mint chocolate chip | forever

Summary: Based on this ask - It's your birthday which means you've been with Harry for nearly a year. Harry has planned your day out from a sweet special cake to a hot bath and a soothing massage, but you never expected to see your face on the news.

A/N: sorry i'm so behind on all these requests but that's just how i roll i guess! lol As a reminder - the last update had Harry and yn going out to a restaurant where she was spotted and recognized by a patron. From this point on the story will start to change a little - we'll have a little more outside involvement as well 2.1k words

Warning: This is kidnapper!harry x reader - while the content can be sweet and seem loving, this is a dark story | smut, some angst

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Harry had the cake ordered, bought you a new necklace, as well as had the dinner he wanted to make planned. This was your first birthday with him and he wanted to make it feel special.

He hadn’t told you he’d planned anything but by the way he woke you up with his tongue at your clit you suspected this was part of your gift.

You had your fingers in his hair and his fingers were on the inside of your thighs as he held you down.

“Harry!” You lifted your head to see him with his eyes closed and his hair a mess from your hands.

When you began shaking, Harry let go of your right thigh and angled himself for enough space to pump his own cock. He could tell you were about to come and he was already leaking precome from his slit so he was right there with you.

You saw his shoulder moving as his arm stroked his heavy cock and with the feel of his mouth flicking, lapping, and sucking your clit you tipped over the edge and threw your head back into the pillow.

Your soft moans and Harry’s muffled moans, the slick sound of your pussy being licked and Harry fucking into his palm filled the space around you.

You gripped Harry’s hair tight and rolled your hips into his face and Harry was pinching into your flesh with his grip as he came in spurts onto his chest and the bed below.

When you felt your body solidify you let go of Harry’s hair and lifted your head to see him sitting back and smirking at you. His face was wet with you and his cock was covered in the come that he used as lubrication, still lazily stroking himself.

You sat up and kissed him hard and then smiled against his mouth and rubbed your nose into his.

Harry leaned his forehead to yours, “Happy birthday, puppy.”

“Is that my birthday present?” You laughed.

“Not really. I just felt like an early morning snack. But I do have plans for you today.”

Harry captured your lips into his again and brought a hand to your bottom, giving you a solid swat, but nothing like what he normally did.

You backed from the kiss as Harry began to move off the bed but you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.

“Can I just…” you scooted to your knees and placed your face over his cock, your hand coming down to his come-covered shaft, “kiss.”

You pressed your lips over his crown and Harry moved a hand behind him, flat on the bed as propped himself upward to watch you kissing and licking the come from his softening cock. He ran his fingers into your hair and swept your strands to the side so your hair wouldn’t get come on it, and so he could watch you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned as you licked him up.

The truth was that you just enjoyed watching the way Harry reacted to you when you did things like this. You loved making his jaw drop and hearing him whine and moan. You really loved it when he was speechless. When he’d shake and you’d make him pant and throw his head back in ecstasy. So, it wasn’t that his come actually tasted good, it was more of your own little power trip disguised as a lewd act. It fed your ego to see Harry fall apart because of you. You had little power in this relationship. But you could make him drop to his knees and beg every once in a while and that felt pretty good.

So you gave yourself the gift of making Harry whimper and come again into your mouth after you worked him up so much he started to get hard again.

“Look how hard you are for me, Harry. Did I do that to you? Hm?”

It was daring of you to say that. But you felt like you might be able to get away with it on your birthday.

“Mmm, puppy… you know that’s what you do to me. Fuck baby, you make me so hard.”

You paused at his words for only a moment before continuing to suck on his tip. You hadn’t expected him to say that so easily. It was exactly what you hoped to hear but didn’t think he’d say it.

You doubled down after he said that, feeling grateful and so glad you were his. Harry bent his knees and cooed at you some more just as he began to come, “Mmm, puppy- Ffffuck! So good baby, yes…”

You closed your eyes when you felt his salty come coat your tongue and throat. You gulped him down as he released and twitched in your mouth.

Harry brought you to the bathroom where you both cleaned up and brushed your teeth.

“Pancakes with guava marmalade, fresh fruit, and coffee. Anything else your majesty?” Harry joked with you after asking you what you’d like for breakfast.

And you might not have had guava marmalade but you did have strawberry marmalade and the pancakes were fluffy and hot.

Harry had planned to just spoil you a little. He did feel bad that he didn’t take you out. The last time you went out someone recognized you and tried to intercede. Of course, you weren’t having it, and that eased Harry’s concerns. But what would you do if you came into contact with your mom or your dad? It gave him anxiety just thinking about what could happen next time. So, staying in with you and doting on you was the safe plan.

And you really didn’t mind. You knew that the dinner outing took a lot out of him. It made you nervous too if you were honest. You had no doubts about your feelings for Harry. You weren’t disillusioned. You knew what he’d done was not good. But you were in love. Harry was the only man you could ever see yourself with. You didn’t think you’d be able to breathe without him. So an intimate birthday with Harry sounded perfect to you.

And it was perfect. Harry did so many sweet things to make your day beautiful. He had you go out into the back garden with him and read while he picked a beautiful bouquet of flowers for you. He brought you fresh squeezed lemonade with strawberries. And then served you lunch in the garden.

After lunch, he gave you a massage in the bedroom with candles and soft music and ended with him fucking you against the headboard and then a bubble bath for two.

While Harry was preparing dinner the doorbell rang. Harry told you a package would be arriving that was a surprise for you so you were not to peek.

He ran to the front door in his apron and you saw him carrying a box as he quickly walked past the living room and into the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself and turned back to look at the TV. Flipping the through the channels you stopped in shock when you saw your face on the screen.

//The young woman has been missing for just shy of a year. Today is her 19th birthday. The details surrounding her disappearance are a mystery. Her friends and family had no leads and no clues. On the day of her disappearance, she was headed on foot to meet her boyfriend at a café. She had just celebrated her 18th birthday when she suddenly disappeared not even a week later. Her family had nearly given up hope of ever seeing her again. That is until a month ago a woman named Kathy Tillman dined at Luciano’s in Burlington and spotted Y/N with an adult male. The supposed sighting of Y/N has caused-“

You blinked your eyes in surprise and looked behind you to see Harry standing across the room, watching the TV with you. His eyes met yours and you instantly saw the sorrow and apology in his eyes.

You stayed seated and kept your eyes on him as he crossed the room toward you. Sitting down next to you he took your hands in his. The background noise of the TV felt much louder than it really was. It was surreal to see your face on the TV and to have the local news lady talking about the day your whole life changed.

You squeezed Harry’s hand as you slid one out to take the remote and mute the TV.

“You know you don’t have to worry.”

Harry looked at you with a forced smile but shook his head, “I don’t deserve your devotion.”

You took his face into your hands and made him look into your eyes, “No, but you have it. You have my love and my devotion.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and squeezed you close, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“I love you, pup. You mean everything to me.”

“I love you, Harry. You’re all I want.”

You leaned in and placed your lips over his. You wouldn’t leave him but that didn’t mean any of this would be easy. You weren’t dealing with normal circumstances. And maybe you were totally fucked in the brain but any other scenario for you didn’t seem right anymore. The only thing that seemed right was being with Harry.

You and Harry ate the dinner he made and then he had you stay at the table as he brought a big cake with 19 lit candles atop singing happy birthday to you as he walked toward the dining table.

You made a wish, which you intended to keep secret so it could come true, and blew out the candles in go. Harry watched you as you closed your eyes and blew on the candles.

“The cake is so pretty! Did you order it from Mary’s?”

Mary’s was the best bakery in town. Harry would often bring you back cupcakes or scones on his way home from running errands. You loved sweets and Mary’s always tasted so good.

“I did. It’s vanilla cream with guava compote in the center. I know you love guava.”

Then he laid a wrapped box onto the table next to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, “Can I?” You asked as you reached for the box.

“Of course, pup. It’s your birthday. Open it up and then we’ll eat cake.”

You tore into the wrapping excitedly. Inside was a box that opened to reveal a lovely delicate necklace with a heart locket. You opened up the locket and inside was an inscription that read Forever.

You didn’t know why but tears filled your eyes as Harry helped you put the necklace on. It had been an oddly emotional day for you. It started off nicely but after seeing the news with your face on it and hearing about your sighting, well, things felt very delicate. Very fragile.

You turned in your seat to look at Harry and you pulled his hands so he was forced to bend down to you. Pressing your mouth to his you let your tears fall finally, “Harry. I love it. Forever. It’s perfect.”

Harry knelt down beside you and cupped your face in his hands, “Yeah? You really like it?”

You nodded and smiled, putting the heart between your fingers and plucking at it, “I love it.”

Harry’s smile deepened as. He looked at the locket and then back into your eyes, “Forever.”

You leaned forward to him, pushing at his nose with yours, “Forever.”

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randoimago · 11 months

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howdy! could i request apollo, ema and klavier realizing their crush on the reader just when they're about to go out with someone else? bonus if they help them get ready for that date!

Helping Their Crush Prepare for a Date With Someone Else

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Apollo Justice, Ema Skye, Klavier Gavin

Type of Request: Headcanons, Slight Angst

Note(s): Anon you're amazing, thank you for requesting the boys (and ema, I love ema ❤️)

Apollo

He feels his throat constricting as you try on your latest outfit, seeing if he thinks it's a good choice. A hesitant smile crosses his lips as he gives you yet another thumbs up, not being helpful at all.

Apollo had initially been reluctant to help you prep for your date because he wanted to do some actual work - and then he realized that his work was cleaning the toilets again and decided to help you instead. He didn't realize as your outfits switched up that he thought that you're really amazing.

You asked him what's wrong and he replies with, "I'm fine!" like he always does. He has no reason to stop you from going on this date. Yeah, looking at you makes his heart race and he can feel his palms getting a tad sweaty. But it'd be selfish of him to say anything this late, especially when you're putting in so much effort.

So he's fine just "helping" you with your outfits and being supportive. There's a tad bit of guilt as he secretly hopes the date doesn't go well so he can have his chance to say something later.

Ema

"They're not worth you trying so hard." Ema would bluntly say as she snacks on some chips and you put up a different shirt to your body, asking if she thinks it'd look better than the one you currently have on.

The disinterest in helping you prepare for this date is obvious on Ema's face. Initially she had shrugged and thought it'd be fun to help out, making jokes and giggling about what could possibly happen on this date. And then she realized how she really doesn't want you going on said date and wants you to stay in and watch a movie with her.

It wouldn't be far fetched to think that an argument would break out between you two. You finally getting fed up with her attitude and her trying to hide that she's actually jealous, but she does feel guilty.

Ema will apologize for her behavior because you really don't deserve her acting this way. You asked for help and she should've said no initially. She didn't and so she should get over it and actually help you, no matter how much she wants to tell you to not go.

Klavier

He's oddly silent as he watches you try to decide on what outfit to wear for your date. He's told you that he's fine, just thinking really hard on how he feels about your outfit. Which is true, but he's really thinking about how much he'd like you to wear it on a date with him.

Honestly, Klavier might give you a smile as he takes his necklace off, telling you it's a great accessory to wear on your date. It might be a bit petty of him, you going on a date with something that belongs to him.

Out of these three, Klavier might be the one to actually tell you to cancel the date. It confuses you especially since he is still hesitant on if he should tell you his feelings towards you or not. It would be very out of the blue for him to suddenly confess when he just now realized.

If he decides not to say anything about you not going on the date, then he'll offer to go with you but be in disguise in the background. He says it's to keep an eye on your date and make sure they don't do anything when you go to the bathroom or something. He will do that, but it also feels like he's punishing himself for being an idiot by seeing you happy with someone that's not him because he was too late.

#ace attorney x reader #ema skye x reader #apollo justice x reader #klavier gavin x reader #klavier x reader

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syrupwit · 2 years

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DADWC Prompt List #1

Hello! This is my first prompt list for the Dragon Age Drunk Writers’ Circle (DADWC). The prompts change frequently, and I'll often remove prompts if I fill or intend to fill them. Also, this is just to give you ideas -- feel free to send me whatever. :)

My list of filled prompts (not always up to date) is here.

My tag for filled prompts is here.

10/07/2022: This week... free for all. Please feel free to send me any character or pairing from Origins, Awakening, or DA2. If you have any poetry prompts, one-word prompts, or fall-themed ideas, I'm especially interested in those.

Please see the navigation below:

A00. ABOUT ME/GENERAL PREFERENCES

B00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (HUMOR/FLUFF/ROMANCE)

C00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (HORROR/ANGST/WHUMP)

D00. PROMPTS - CHALLENGES FOR THE PROMPTER

E00. PROMPTS - DIALOGUE

F00. PROMPTS - FIC TITLES/QUOTES

G00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (NSFW/SMUT/KINK)

H00. CHARACTERS AND SHIPS (MOVED TO THE END)

A00. ABOUT ME/GENERAL PREFERENCES

Hi, I’m syrupwit! I don’t drink, but I like writing challenges.

I’m always happy to write about lore and worldbuilding, manners and customs, or in-universe documents like books, academic writing, etc., as well as original characters exploring some aspect of the game world!

I also really like rare pairings and minor characters, so feel free to request those even if I haven't listed them. For characters and relationships that particularly interest me at the moment, please see the very end of this prompt list (ctrl + F "H00").

B00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (HUMOR/FLUFF/ROMANCE)

These prompts are AO3 freeform tags that were, for the most part, nominated for flash exchanges by many different anonymous nominators. Many may not be canonical. Some I actually made up.

B01. abandoned inn is occupied by friendly spirits

B02. Amnesia - character reverts to a dramatically different previous version of themselves (this prompt could also be angst!)

B03. Breaking in... to your heart

B04. character has a secret identity as a gossip columnist

B05. characters carry out a heist in disguise

B06. Characters Reluctantly Participate In Shitty Community Theater Because Handwavy Plot Reasons

B07. Characters Who Used to Snipe and Bicker (or Perhaps Insult Each Other with Real Venom) Are Now a Sappy-Sweet Supportive Couple and It's Freaking Their Friends Out

B08. Courtship - Must Fight Prospective Partner's Ex(es)

B09. Cozily Snuggled Up Watching Snow Fall

B10. Discovering New Areas of Competence

B11. Enemies to Lovers - A is in danger and needs to be rescued; prompting B to realize their feelings

B12. Fake Marriage - Farcical Conclusion of Increasing Escalation in Performative Intimacy

B13. Footnotes

B14. Huddling for warmth in a rainy fall forest

B15. Identity Porn - Too Many Identities to Keep Track Of

B16. In denial about their attraction to the character they are pining for

B17. In-Universe Coffee Shop Settings

B18. Incredibly Awkward Team Building Exercises

B19. Late night secret rendezvous with snacks

B20. Libraries and/or Librarians

B21. Love Potion/Spell - Other half of the pairing already immune due to feelings

B22. Magic associated with clocks and time

B23. Misunderstandings - Everyone Thinks They're Together - They're Platonic Friends & Think It's Hilarious

B24. Misunderstandings - Everyone Thinks They're Together - This Prompts Realization of Feelings

B25. my diamond shoes are too tight

B26. Official meetings between respectable people keep turning into that one dumb argument

B27. The Process of Turning a Forbidding & Run-Down Old House into a Warm & Welcoming Old Home

B28. pretending to be in a relationship to fend off unwanted suitors

B29. Revealed Feelings While Mortally Injured/No Hope but Whoops! They Were Rescued Now It's Awkward

B30. Sudden Realization - Character dressing up nicely leads to Oh No They're Hot

B31. That moment where they kiss for the first time and suddenly everything makes sense

B32. The Cast Shares One Braincell -- and It's Buried Somewhere on This Deserted Island!

B33. The innate eroticism between a writer and his hatereader

B34. time to get the gang together

B35. Two Characters Who Don't Like Each Other Must Grudgingly Work Together To Cook A Feast

B36. Unreliable Narrator - Every Character Recounts A Conflicting Version Of The Same Event

B37. you'll have to catch me first!

C00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (HORROR/ANGST/WHUMP)

These prompts are AO3 freeform tags that were, for the most part, nominated for flash exchanges by many different anonymous nominators. Many may not be canonical.

C01. A is unable to tell B the truth about something important

C02. Aftermath of Torture - Character trying to hold it together is clearly low-key fraying at the edges

C03. Amnesiac Character Told Current Nightmare World is Normal

C04. Betraying Someone to Save Them from a Worse Fate

C05. Building layout changes sometimes

C06. Came Back Wrong; Then Came Back Wronger; Why Does It Keep Getting Worse

C07. Captivity - Forced to Work Together to Escape

C08. character just feels like crying for no reason, totally unrelated to recent traumatic event

C09. Character recovering from trauma/injury is insulted by others' attempts to help

C10. Character runs into someone who reveals past traumatic/shameful event to other character they're pining for

C11. Everyone has turned against Character A except Character B

C12. Forgotten Beast Arrives

C13. Hanahaki - As Body Horror

C14. Hanahaki - Sick Character Is In Love With The Entity Sharing Their Body

C15. hurt character pushes themselves to the limit to rescue/comfort/take care of someone else

C16. I'll do the traumatic thing because I'm used to it

C17. Jealousy - Feeling Like They're Being Replaced and/or Unwanted

C18. laughing while being tortured by someone previously trusted

C19. Mind Control - Victim pretending to be mind controlled to trick the villain

C20. Nightmares

C21. Pining - Forced to confess fantasies to the subject

C22. Proving your resilience/survivorhood by doing something messed up and bizarre

C23. Snowbound in a Haunted Hotel

C24. The only person who can make you feel better is one who has done worse

C25. Time Loop - That One Loop Where the Character Starts Giving Zero Fucks

C26. Unreliable Narrator - Narrator is the Horror

C27. You might never stop hating me but as long as you're safe I don't care

D00. PROMPTS - CHALLENGES FOR THE PROMPTER

D01. Send me a song or song lyrics as the prompt.

D02. Send me a line of poetry as the prompt.

D03. Send me a (SFW, non-gory, not depicting sensitive material) image as the prompt.

D04. Send me a location, season, and time of day as the prompt.

D05. Send me the food or beverage you wish you had right now as the prompt.

D06. Send me a one-sentence description of a ghost as the prompt.

D07. Send me a prompt from this list or this list.

D08. Wild Card / Free Space / send me absolutely whatever as the prompt :-)

D09. Send me a tea party related prompt!

D10. Send me a spell (Origins, Awakening, DA2) as the prompt.

E00. PROMPTS - DIALOGUE

E01. “This won't hurt you, but I wish it would.”

E02. “I tried so hard to help you, but you'll never change.”

E03. “This is more than you deserve.”

E04. “Don't patronize me.”

E05. “I'd... like to withdraw the question.” (from The Court Jester)

E06. “There is a little matter to be settled first. One little job to be done. Very simple; very, very simple; but it needs clever people to do it.” (from Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake)

E07. “It is an odd thing that I still don't know your name. And somehow or another I don't want to. So I must call you something of my own invention.” (from Titus Alone by Mervyn Peake)

E08. “Is that really how you want this to end?”

F00. PROMPTS - FIC TITLES/QUOTES

I like drama :)

F01. The aching kiss before I feed [source]

F02. Goodbye to open sores [source]

F03. Her sharpest thorn is softer than thy heart [source]

F04. A better way to keep from lying [source]

F05. Like writing on water, leaving no trace [source]

F06. The wine-halls moulder still, hewn as if by weapons [source]

F07. year after year in a sealed glass case [source]

F08. And all your charms more changeful than the tide [source]

F09. and the gloomy splendor of misery like a bird / whose song can turn a forest to stone [source - second poem on the page]

F10. your body tastes / like a well that's been sealed [source - second poem on the page]

F11. the rotten masks that divide one man / from another, one man from himself [source - second poem on the page]

F12. The latest dream I ever dreamt / On the cold hill side [source]

G00. PROMPTS - AO3 FREEFORM TAGS (NSFW/SMUT/KINK)

These prompts are AO3 freeform tags that were, for the most part, nominated for flash exchanges by many different anonymous nominators. Many may not be canonical. Some I actually made up.

G01. actually that is my kink :)

G02. Dirty Talk About Previous Sexual Experiences Reveals Them To Have Been Kind Of Disturbing

G03. Dream Sex

G04. Fake sex (for the sake of maintaining cover or keeping up the facade of a fake relationship) turns into actually having sex

G05. first time after years of hopeless mutual pining

G06. First Time Sober

G07. gentle loving humiliation

G08. Inadvertent/Accidental Arousal

G09. Kinky Smarm Gradually Loses Plausible Deniability; Becomes Plain Old Kink

G10. Kisses pressed against the back of the neck and/or along bare/mostly-bare shoulders

G11. Not letting the person you're sleeping with see your face during sex because then they will know you have feelings for them oh no

G12. Orgasm Delay/Denial (feel free to specify which)

G13. premature ejaculation - partner is flattered/aroused

G14. Roleplay - Character starts nitpicking the setup or worldbuilding

G15. Roleplay - Characters are really bad at acting

G16. Rough Sex - Top/Dom Safewords or Calls It Off

G17. Ruining the Mood for Their Own Amusement

G18. Sex Magic - Tenderly and desperately fucking someone back from the brink of death

G19. sexual tension while bodysharing

G20. Sweet happy giggly vanilla sex

G21. Teasing someone until they snap

G22. thank god you're/we're alive sex

G23. Weird Reasons for Ritual Sex

G24. Women showing dominance by being penetrated

H00. CHARACTERS AND SHIPS

Dragon Age: Origins

Characters

f!Aeducan

f!Amell

f!Brosca

f!Surana

f!Warden in general – I have played through all the Origin sections of Origins at least once

Branka

Jowan

Leliana

Morrigan

Rica Brosca

Sten

Wynne

Zevran

Relationships

Alistair & Morrigan (friendship)

Alistair & Wynne (friendship)

Alistair & Zevran (friendship)

Alistair/Anora

Alistair/Morrigan

Alistair/Zevran

Anora/Ser Cauthrien

f!Aeducan/Alistair

f!Aeducan/Morrigan

Amell & Jowan (friendship)

Amell & Mouse (friendship)

f!Amell/Cullen

f!Amell/Jowan

f!Amell/Mouse

f!Amell/Sten

f!Brosca & Rica Brosca (family)

f!Brosca/Leliana

f!Brosca/Leske

f!Brosca/Zevran

Ines Arancia/Wynne

Isabela/Leliana

Isabela/Leliana/Zevran

Isabela/Zevran

Jowan/Lily

Leliana & Morrigan (friendship)

Leliana & Morrigan & Wynne (friendship)

Leliana & Wynne (friendship)

Leliana/Morrigan

Oghren & Sten (friendship)

Oghren & Zevran (friendship)

Surana & Jowan (friendship)

Surana & Mouse (friendship)

f!Surana/Cullen

f!Surana/Mouse

Warden & or / Everyone

Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening

Characters

Anyone!

Anders is my favorite, I won't lie. But really, anyone. I really like all the characters in Awakening.

Relationships

Anders & Justice (friendship)

Anders & Nathaniel Howe (friendship)

Anders & Oghren (friendship)

Anders & Sigrun (friendship)

Anders/Justice

Anders/Nathaniel Howe

Baroness/Justice

Ines Arancia/Wynne

Nathaniel Howe & Sigrun (friendship)

Nathaniel Howe/Sigrun/Velanna

Nathaniel Howe/Velanna

Sigrun & Velanna (friendship)

Sigrun/Velanna

Warden & Everyone (friendship)

Warden/Anders

Dragon Age 2

Characters

Any companions or Hawke

Relationships

Anders & or / any character

Anders/Fenris

Anders/Justice

Anders/Merrill

Aveline & Isabela (friendship)

Aveline & Merrill (friendship)

Aveline/Isabela

Bethany Hawke/Isabela

Carver Hawke/Merrill

Hawke & or / Everyone

Fenris & Isabela (friendship)

Fenris & Varric (friendship)

Fenris/Isabela

Fenris/Merrill

Isabela & Merrill (friendship)

Isabela & Varric (friendship)

Isabela/Merrill

Isabela/Zevran

Merrill & Varric (friendship)

Dragon Age: Inquisition

I haven't gotten too far in yet, but I recently met Dorian and am very taken with him.

#prompt list #dadwc prompt list #dadwc

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Puppy love: Yoongi

In which you slowly start to trust again just to realize; maybe he's the one this time.

Tags/warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, but mostly fluff, idol!Yoongi, puppy!Reader

He's been visiting for some time now.

You don't know what exactly were his intentions at first- his casual talk and random gifts taking you off guard most of the time, though it's by now normal to expect the unexpected from Yoongi, who's told you his name straight away.

He's an Idol, like Taehyung.

But different to him, he doesn't wear sunglasses or tries to disguise himself. He's bold, comfortable, and casual. He doesn't hesitate to tell people what's on his mind; making that clear when a worker makes a joke on your expense, calling canine hybrids 'stupid' because of their typically bad memory. 'Maybe you've forgotten something as well;' he'd said casually, while opening a pack of snacks for you, not even looking at the guy. 'And that's that it would only take one call for me to get you fired.'

It's safe to say that you've become both less liked by the staff, but more and more intrigued by him.

He'd told you yesterday how he loves the way you're starting to wag your tail whenever you see him- how you're becoming more and more comfortable with him, shyly demanding his attention whenever he took his phone out or got distracted. But the final piece?

The interview on the TV.

"I mean Jungkooks hybrid must be a bit of a burden sometimes no?" The interviewer asks in the snippet the news station is playing, currently reporting on something yoongi apparently said- the moment in question suddenly playing out, making your eyes widen.

"Not at all; I mean, once you've figured it out it's not that hard really." Jungkook says, making Yoongi nod in the background.

"So, any additions in mind for anyone?" The interviewer jokes, and Yoongi chimes up.

"I've actually been visiting a care center recently." He says, making everyone react with an 'ooh!'- everyone but Tae, who seems more or less confused, or maybe even hurt. There's something in his eyes you can't quite understand. "And honestly I've found one I really want to take home. She's like, this.." he gestures with his hands, fighting a grin, "she's been given back and forth between owners and I want to be a permanent home for her." He says with a little grin, visibly giddy about what he's saying.

He seems genuinely excited.

"She can guard your studio!" Namjoon jokes, and Yoongi laughs, as the news station cuts back to some online comments and headlines, all both outraged and concerned, but also excited and curious about who he's going to adopt- jungkooks hybrid having probably set the grounds for fans to become more accepting towards it. It makes sense now why there's been significantly more visitors these days- they've probably figured out which care center yoongi visits regularly.

How can he be so casual about it though?

"Come on now, let's get you out of here." The care worker says, helping you up and pack your stuff together, worrying you what's going on. Are they taking you to be placed somewhere different? Did you cause too much trouble? "Hopefully for the last time." The guy mumbles, leading you out the back exit, where a casually dressed Yoongi waits at his car, phone in hand. He instantly looks up and grins brightly once he spots you, petting your head once you're in reach.

"Sorry it's like this, I didn't want us to run into any crazy people." He apologizes, but you shake your head. " do you want to sit in the front or the back?" He asks while he puts your stuff in the trunk, closing it with a loud noise. You point towards the passenger door in the front- and he opens it, a hand petting your ear casually as if it's just second nature to him at this point, before you both sit in the car, leaving the care center behind yourselves.

"Did I.." you start, your voice seeming too loud in the car- especially when he turns down the volume of the music for you, so he could hear you better. "Did you get in trouble for.. like, saying you're adopting me?" You worry, and he pouts his lips for a moment, before he shakes his head.

"The company knows not to really mess with me much." He explains. "I've got my boundaries, sure, but at the end of the day some decisions I make are my own, and I intend on keeping it that way." He says, navigating through seoul's very late evening traffic, people beginning to crowd the streets as the night life starts and fills the clubs and bars. "Do you like takeout? We could get some chicken, eat it at home. I'm too lazy to cook, to be honest." He chuckles.

"You don't have to do anything because of me." You mumble. "Please, I can just eat ehatever you have at home, I don't mind." You say, and he shakes his head.

"You're not a bother or a burden, pup." He says, pulling into a drive through where he waits behind other cars for a moment- engine of his car dying down. "If it makes you feel better, I'm hungry anyways. This gives me a reason to eat something- I've skipped lunch anyway." He shrugs, before his engine starts up again once the spot in front of him clears, making him able to tell his order to the worker on the other end of the speaker.

He asks you what you want, eats it in the car however once he spots your sparkling eyes and careful hold on the bag full of food. He can't help but smile at the way you seem so amazed at everything he explains to you; from why his car 'always turns off whenever he stops' to the fact that he eats the same thing on the menu of this particular fast food restaurant.

And his heart especially hurts just right when he finally pulls up to his apartment building, a glance towards you showing you asleep against the door, still holding onto the leftovers in the bag like it's your life's only mission.

You panic a little when you wake up in the car and it's completely dark and quiet, thinking you're in some sort of nightmare, because surely Yoongi wouldn't be so cruel to just let you sleep outside in the car alone- and you're right, when the door opens just a little, before he notices you're awake. "Hey, I didn't want to wake you." He says, smiling at the way you squint your eyes at the bright lights. "Come on, I've prepared your bed already, then you can sleep." He says, helping you pout the car and into the elevator, before you finally walk into his apartment.

It's not as big as Taehyungs, but you honestly don't even think about it at first, because everything smells like him. There's literally no traces of anybody else- as if he never gets visitors, or at least not regularly.

"I've been told your kind doesn't like sleeping in separate rooms for the first few nights, so I've prepared a guest bed for you if you don't want to sleep in the same bed." He says, and you nod, before trailing after him as he explains where everything in the bathroom is.

After getting ready for bed, and fighting sleep off for a bit longer, you get onto the guest bed- nit wanting to seem ungrateful for it, by asking him if you could share his bed with him. But he's too observant for his own good, it seems. Was he secretly a cat hybrid?

"Its okay if you want to share the bed." He assures, and you squirm around a bit.

"But you made this-" you start, making him chuckle as he simply takes the blankets and drops them onto the bed.

"There, now I made it here. Come on now." He laughs, getting into bed himself while waiting for yiu to make it inside before he turns off the lights, and gets comfortable.

It's a little odd for him to sleep next to someone during the night, especially since you become a little clingy- but he doesn't mind at all.

Who could ever be bothered by someone like you anyway?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #min yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #puppy love au #puppy!reader

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bluehoodiewoozi · 2 years

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THIRTEEN DAYS, THIRTEEN ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

Introducing a special event to celebrate the end of my last school break before graduation! And partly so I can procrastinate writing my final paper. The goal is to write one au per day and I have not made any actual plans for any other than the first one, so this is pretty spontaneous.

The order and aus are completely random for extra fun. Word count unspecified.

Please do feel free to send in any prompts or ideas for any of the following AUs: my inbox and DMs are very much open! :D

January 16 - BOO SEUNGKWAN - neighbours au

In which you’re starting to think your neighbour’s dog is Cupid in an earthly disguise. [3,5k words /// fluff]

January 18 - LEE CHAN - coffee shop au

In which the cute barista ends up flirting with you out of sheer boredom on a slow day. [1,3k words /// fluff]

January 19 - LEE SEOKMIN - romance novel au

In which he was never supposed to be the one you fall in love with. [2,3k words /// angst]

January 20 - XU MINGHAO - vampire au

In which you should’ve believed the ghost stories when you had the chance. [ 1,7k words /// mild horror with some romance]

January 21 - LEE JIHOON - kdrama au (”I’m Not a Robot”)

In which you have to pretend to be a robot to help your ex-boyfriend. [2,1k words /// romantic comedy]

January 22 - YOON JEONGHAN - flower shop au

In which you work at the flower shop and start finding mysterious bouquets and flowers on your desk. [2,9k words /// romantic comedy]

January 23 - KWON SOONYOUNG - soulmate au

In which your soulmate mark is broken. [1,3k words /// angst but it’s soft]

January 24 - JEON WONWOO - apocalypse au

In which he held on just long enough to protect you. [1k words /// angst]

January 26 - VERNON CHWE - roommates au

In which I forgot how to make full sentences, so here are some headcanons for what it would be like to be roommates with Vernon. [1,3k words /// romantic comedy, sort of]

January 27 - KIM MINGYU - monster hunters au

In which you are paired up with the softest monster hunter around. [1,5k words /// slow-burn-ish, somewhat a romantic comedy]

January 28 - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - greek mythology au

In which you were the only one to really know him. [1,5k words /// mostly angst]

January 29 - JOSHUA HONG - arranged marriage au

In which it’s hard not to fall for him, even in your circumstances. [1,2k words /// fluff]

January 30 - WEN JUNHUI - university au

In which snacks help you make a friend in class. [1,1k words /// strangers to friends]

NB! This post also functions as a masterlist for the event’s fics!

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen au #svt scenarios #seventeen

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mintymiknow · 3 years

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Trust Fall - ch. 14 | Lee Minho

summary | character profiles | masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: After an eventful evening, you and Minho return to HQ to continue making progress on the case with the other agents. While things are starting to fall into place and answers are found, feelings seem much clearer now as well.

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 6.9k

Warnings for this chapter: Death is talked about (but no actual death scenes), suggestive and highly implied content, the word “sex” is used (but nothing explicit or nsfw; I still kept things PG hehe)

A/N: After a loooong wait, here it is! I just checked my outline and realized that I’ve managed to shorten things by putting several chapters together so...I guess the series is ending soon! For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter with some...spicier content for our main couple (spicy but not explicit haha, don’t worry!). Have fun, and don’t hesitate to drop an ask for any questions or comments!

Last night’s sleep was good. Perfect. Much needed.

In the new hours of another day, your head still lay on the pillow, body wrapped up snuggly in the soft sheets as sunlight gently peeked through the closed curtains. It was quite chilly, but there was also a distinct warmth swirling about, making your slumber even better. Your breathing was even, and your mind at rest for once.

And, there were arms around you.

Minho awoke first, his body much more used to getting up at early hours. His eyes slowly peeled open, immediately landing on your sleep-filled expression. Upon hearing the soft snores puffing out of you, the male chuckles to himself - as quietly as possible - and scoots ever so closer, wrapping his arms around you tighter. You mumble something incoherent, making him smile in amusement.

He could stare all day.

The soft and tranquil expression on your face was something he wanted to relish in. Seeing you in constant stress and anguish throughout your time working with them has made him quite upset, so seeing you in a better state surely melted his heart.

It was unexplainable…the way he wanted to protect and keep you safe. To care for you. To make sure you were happy and satisfied. To love you, perhaps.

He did love Jiyeon, but the feeling bubbling in him towards you was something else, and whatever he had for Jiyeon could not compare to what he now has for you. The thought makes his lips quirk up into a small smirk, and he finds himself whispering to himself, “Look at what you’re doing to me, y/n.”

Minho places a chaste kiss on your forehead before carefully untangling himself from you. The male tries his best to not wake you as he slips out of bed and heads for the bathroom to freshen up. He decides to take his time to give you as much sleep as you needed, even silently going out to the inn lobby to grab a snack. There, Agent Ju greets him with a smile, “Good morning, Agent Lee. I hope you and Miss Song are feeling better.”

“Morning.” Minho smiles back, nodding his head once, “Yeah, much better. Thank you.”

Agent Ju nods her head before leaning against the receptionist’s table, “Well, if you and Miss Song are heading back to Seoul, I can arrange for HQ to send a car over.”

“It’s fine. We came by bus and we’ll go back the same way.” Minho says politely, “Thank you for the help, though.”

“Anytime.” Agent Ju laughs.

Minho then nods his head in permission before making his leave to return to the room you shared in the inn. When he unlocks the door, he’s not surprised to see you still fast asleep, now hugging the pillow he was laying on previously. With an amused shake of his head, the agent walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. As much as he treasured seeing you at peace like this, you both had to return to HQ.

The male gently shakes your sleeping figure, “Y/n, time to get up.”

You mumble yet another string of incoherent words, releasing a deep breath as you toss and turn in an attempt to stop the agent from shaking you awake. With a laugh, Minho gently crawls closer to lean over you, peppering your unguarded face with feathery kisses. His quick attacks are tickling, causing you to giggle; ultimately, you open your eyes after a squeal escapes your lips as a result of Minho nibbling at your earlobe.

The male laughs at your glare, “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Your glare melts into a small albeit sleepy smile as you respond, “I’m surprised you aren’t sleepy.”

“I’m used to this.” Minho chuckles, taking your hands in his so he could pull you to sit up. The right sleeve of the robe you had worn last night had slipped down to the middle of your upper arm, so Minho gently pulls it back to its place over your shoulder and offers a small smile, “Do you want to freshen up before getting dressed?”

“Yeah, ok.” you say, leaning forward to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder.

The male chuckles softly, allowing you to stay in that position for another minute or so. Afterwards, you take a good stretch and get up from the bed, making a beeline to the bathroom while Minho gathers both your things ready for leaving. After you’re both ready to leave, you gather your things and head to the inn’s main desk to say your thanks to Agent Ju. The woman bows her head and waves with a smile, “Take care, you two.”

You and Minho give her a smile before walking out of the inn. Thankfully, the wait at the bus stop isn’t that long, and a few minutes later, you’re both seated towards the back and are on the way back to Seoul. Minho allows you to sit next to the window, allowing you to watch the scenery as the bus drives by. The sun basks you in enough sunlight, but still mild enough to not make it hot or too bright. Minho sneaks a glance, resisting the urge to claim your lips in his as you preoccupy yourself with the said scenery. Instead, he gently slips his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers like lace.

This prompts you to look away from the window, eyes now focused on him. You crack a smile and chuckle, “Sorry, I dazed off.”

“It’s alright.” Minho smiles, squeezing your hand, “You can sleep until we get to Seoul if you want.”

You shake your head, leaning it on Minho’s shoulder afterwards, “I’m fine, I got enough sleep. I do want…” you trail off, using your free hand to draw patterns on the male’s hand that is clasped around yours, “...to hear your story when meeting the other boys.”

“Hmm?”

“I told you about how I met Hyejoo...and Hyunbin.” you slowly explain, “And you told me about how you met Chan and Jiyeon. How about the other boys?”

Minho chuckles, nodding his head in amusement, “Alright then.”

You let out a quiet “yay”, prompting another chuckle from the male. He then speaks, “Chan was my superior for a while, right? Well, after he convinced Jung to ‘elevate’ me into a more senior agent, Changbin came in, and Chan and I sort of became his superior and trainer until we became a team - not counting Jiyeon, since you know her story. Hyunjin came in a month after Changbin, and the two of us got along pretty well, so our team compositions would rotate between us four.”

“Surprisingly,” Minho chuckles, “Jisung and Seungmin were already in SKZ before I entered. They’re younger, yeah, but they finished college early for their age and started working in SKZ after some recommendations from science and medical professionals who got to see their skills. Jisung wasn’t ‘head’ of the lab department at that time, but he was a well-respected figure. So was Seungmin. I remember becoming friends with them because Jisung spilled coffee on me in the cafeteria, and he wouldn’t stop fussing even after I told him it was fine. Seungmin had the audacity to laugh at the situation, but I found it funny as well.”

A small yet warm smile forms on your lips as you stifle a laugh, “That sounds like a very normal occurrence in your group of friends. And Jeongin?”

Minho shrugs gently, a smile on his face as well, “He was the last to join, but he was usually assigned to team with me, so we bonded pretty well. You could say I taught him almost everything he knows.”

“Hmm.” you hum in a teasing manner, “Jeongin does remind me of a mini-you...or something like that.”

Minho chuckles at this, his lips curling with an amused quirk, “Until he actually becomes better than all of us. He has a lot of potential.”

“Imagine that.” you laugh.

The next few minutes or hour spent in your journey back to HQ is filled with idle chatter and light-hearted conversations about more personal things, such as non-work related hobbies and interests, life as teenagers or kids before, and a random game of 20 questions - all while holding each other’s hands and leaning against each other. Some people on the bus murmured that you and Minho were a lovely couple, and one old lady flashed a warm smile and said something along the lines of “I wish you both a long and lasting relationship”.

Of course, that caused you to burn like a tomato. Minho was calmer, nodding in acknowledgement and thanking the old lady; either he was playing yet another disguise of being a couple, or he actually did think you were a couple.

Were you?

What were you two to each other anyway?

You’ve showered together, slept in one bed, kissed, hugged - everything a couple would do. Something friends would do? No, you didn’t think friends kissed the way you did back at the inn. So...what were you?

There was an unnamed label or string between you and Minho, but perhaps deciphering that could wait until another time - when both your missions were over with.

For now, you were at peace knowing that the person who tore down your defensive and heavily-guarded wall was none other than Minho.

Once you and Minho arrive back at HQ, you both head straight to the labs where Jisung and Seungmin are already working. “Hey, welcome back.” Jisung flashes a grin, “How was the trip?”

“Some...bumps along the way, but…” Minho puts the case on one of the lab tables and explains, “Here are the samples you need to continue testing.”

Seungmin nods and gathers the various bottles and vials, “Well then, we shouldn’t waste any time on this.”

Minho nods his head, “I’m going to meet with the other agents to update them. I’ll call if Jung wants to schedule a briefing session.”

“Alright.” Jisung flashes a smile.

You nod in response, a small smile on your lips, “I’ll help Jisung and Seungmin.”

The eldest male nods before offering a smile at all three of you, turning on his heel to then make his exit. Once he’s out of the room, Jisung swirls around to flash a cheeky grin at you, “Something must have happened in that trip.”

“What are you talking about?” you question, trying to remain calm while helping Seungmin begin the tests and experiments.

Jisung chuckles, “I don’t know. It’s like...there’s been a shift between you and Minho. In a good way.”

“They probably confessed and made love or something.” Seungmin joins in the teasing, a rather funny contrast to how serious he was with the test tube in his hand.

“That did not happen!” you protest, quickly grabbing your own test tube and a vial, “We just...talked.”

“Yeah, right.” Jisung laughs as he conducts his own experiments now, “At least say you kissed.”

“That…” you trail off with a small pout, “...is confidential.”

“So you did.”

“Quiet, Seungmin.”

The next few hours are spent with the three of you conducting more tests and experiments to confirm or support your theories and other data. Thankfully, whatever results were being yielded were indeed looking towards the bright side. Although...Jisung did nearly spill his coffee into one of Seungmin’s lab flasks. Fortunately, the doctor was quick to react; who knew what would have happened if caffeine was mixed with these dangerous substances.

By now, the three of you were seated in one of the lab offices, going through sheets of paper with results and scribbled-down notes and citations while discussing all possible outcomes and solutions. Then, as somewhat expected, Minho called in, explaining that Jung wanted to meet with the team for a quick briefing of all current findings. With that, the three of you gathered your things and headed for the main building, footsteps quick as you made your way to the meeting rooms.

The other agents and Jung are already inside when you, Jisung and Seungmin enter the room. Chan, as usual, greets with a warm smile and nod of his head. Changbin mirrors the action, and Hyunjin gives off a playful salute. Felix and Jeongin aren’t there at the moment, probably still on break or something of the like. Jisung takes a seat next to Hyunjin, and Seungmin takes a seat next to Changbin while you settle down between Chan and Minho.

Jung clears his throat to start the session, “Alright, so, what do we have so far?”

Chan speaks first, fingers lightly drumming against the table, “At the culminating point, all investigations and intel have led to one definite finding. Cle is ready with their prototype serums, and by ready, we mean that intel tells us they are ready to start transacting and trading with other parties.”

“Hmm, I see.” Jung nods, “And how is our side responding to this?”

“Various teams have managed to dismantle various Cle facilities.” Minho begins, “This would either hinder their process by getting rid of their stocks for transactions, or getting these stocks for our own use; for the lab department to come up with a solution.”

“And how is the lab department?” the head of SKZ turns to you, Jisung and Seungmin.

You slowly piece your thoughts together, stringing the right words carefully. “I’ve...we’ve come up with a temporary solution. It’s...far from perfect, but all the tests we’ve performed with it have worked so far.” you answer, “I wouldn’t call it complete and functional though.”

Jung nods his head once more, “Do you think it’s safe to say that we can utilize this now? So that we can interfere with whatever trades and transactions Cle has in store?”

“I…” you look around the room before gulping, “No. I think we should still observe and test it out a few more times.”

“How long ago did you come up with the solution? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jung questions, “We could have made more progress earlier.”

You look away, shaking your head, “It’s science, sir. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be 100% certain the solution was effective. Even now, I’m not 100% certain. Jisung, Seungmin and I are still working to see how credible it is.”

Minho nods his head as if agreeing with you, “It might have been risky if they weren’t completely sure that their solution would be effective. We can’t afford any mistakes on this.”

“I agree.” Jung clasps his hands together, “Good to know that everyone’s efforts paid off. Do you think the lab team can develop several stocks of that solution any time soon, Dr. Song?”

“We’ll do our best to finalize things.” you answer quickly, “Then we’ll see what capacity we can do to produce a large volume.”

“Very well.” Jung nods definitively, “I wish everyone the best of luck. Meeting dismissed. Good luck on your respective tasks.”

Jung is the first to exit the room as soon as his phone rings. Chan leans back on his seat and props his feet up on the table, “So...Minho says you actually have completed the solution, y/n.”

“I...sort of have.” you confirm, “I just want to be more sure of it. There’s no room for a single percentage of failure in things like this.”

Changbin hums, crossing his arms, “Good thing the teams were able to bring back a lot of Cle serums for that then.”

“The power of science huh.” Hyunjin spins his chair around, “Amazing what you can do in a lab.”

Chan chuckles at the long-haired male’s comment before his expression softens and he sits down properly. With a tilt of his head, Chan says, “Sorry to change the topic but...Minho did tell us about what happened in that small clinic with your friend and all...I’m sorry. How are you?”

You offer a small smile and shrug, “It still hasn’t fully sunk in, but...I’ll be ok.”

Hyunjin has an apologetic expression on his face as he speaks with a soft voice, “Well, whatever it is, we’re your friends now, alright? You got us.”

“I know, thank you.” you flash another genuine smile.

“What else happened back there?” Changbin inquires, his playful smile displaying his attempt to lighten the situation.

“Well...Minho told me about Jiyeon and how he met all of you.”

Chan looks at his friend with raised eyebrows and chuckles, “Did he now? That’s interesting. Minho doesn’t like talking about her.”

Minho playfully shoves Chan’s teasing face away from him and rolls his eyes, “She’s bound to find out anyway. I’m sure Jisung and Seungmin would have told her one of these days.”

“Hey!” Jisung protests, “I would not have done so without your permission.”

“You just agreed that you would have told y/n either way...just with Minho’s permission.” Seungmin laughs.

Jisung puffs his cheeks out, causing the other males to chuckle in amusement. You find yourself smiling at the situation too; having a circle of friends who managed to smile despite the existence of problems wasn’t something you were used to after all. Maybe dropping your walls wasn’t such a bad idea as long as it was these boys.

Soon, Changbin playfully salutes before getting up from his seat and laughing, “I’ll excuse myself first. I haven’t gotten any sleep since my last mission.”

Minho nods, “Sleep well.”

The buff agent smiles before making his leave. Hyunjin follows suit, stretching his tall figure as he stands, “And I will look for Jeongin to bug him...he owes me coffee.”

“Well, that’s my cue too.” Jisung hops up, “Felix and I are off to that new pizza place.”

The two males then wave and say goodbye before exiting the room. Chan looks at you and the remaining agents and asks, “And you guys?”

Seungmin stifles a yawn, “I think I’ll copy Changbin. I need some sleep...maybe just nap.”

“I’m not sure yet.” you answer next, shrugging your shoulders as you pout your lips in thought.

When Minho remains silent, eyes looking at Chan with some sort of bro-code message, the eldest agent chuckles softly. “Alright, you should all get some rest. If you need me, I’ll probably be snacking in the lounge.” Chan states before getting up.

With that, he and Seungmin leave the room, leaving you alone with Minho. The silence doesn’t last long for as soon as Minho turns to face you, you offer a small smile. and say, “Do you have a moment?”

Minho looks taken by surprise at first but eventually recovers with ease. “Sure.” he nods in response.

You both then leave the meeting room together, some sort of unspoken agreement to walk towards the living quarters. A few minutes later, you find yourselves in one of the rooftop decks of the living quarters’ building, the expanse of the sky greeting you. You walk over to the railing, leaning slightly to admire the view as a gentle breeze idly blows around. Minho joins in, falling into step right beside you as he props an elbow on the railing.

“Is something wrong?” he quietly asks, eyes intently studying your features.

“How…” you begin to say, but a sudden wave of emotions causes you to press your lips in a tight, flat line.

Your eyes dart to the floor a bit shakily, and Minho is instantly aware of whatever internal struggle you’re battling with. He then takes the initiative to help you, slowly reaching one hand out to intertwine your fingers together. While gently swaying your hands like a hammock, he smiles, “It’s ok.”

You give him a small smile in return, squeezing his hand in an expression of gratitude. Slowly, you manage to speak up again, “How do you get over witnessing death? Someone dying?”

Minho more than understands what your question meant - it was definitely about Hyunbin.

“You’re a doctor, y/n.” Minho starts slowly, “I’d assume death isn’t something new to you.”

At this, a small yet gloomy smile graces your lips as you reply, “I know. But the death I witness in hospitals is very different from the death...in that context.”

Minho stays quiet, analytical eyes still studying your behavior. You then add, “When a patient dies, it hurts, but we know it’s part of life - we can’t save everyone. I know that, and I’m accustomed to it. But when you...you witness someone dying in a much more gruesome way for intentions that are more twisted than you’d like...how do you forget about it?”

“You don’t.” Minho says flatly, a resigned sigh following after, “That’s just how it is. Hyunbin’s death will follow you for the rest of your life, y/n. I’d know because Jiyeon’s death did. You never really forget things like that once you’ve seen them. They have a way of sticking with you.”

“I see.”

“But…” the male trails off, using his other free hand to lift your chin so that your gazes met. He continues, “You can choose to wallow in despair and let that hold you back, or move past it and use it as a stepping stone to become stronger...better. They never leave you, but you can choose to focus on things that are living - things that actually matter.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you look up at the male. The warm, orange hues of the setting sky paints Minho’s features with an ethereal glow, and his hair dances along with the breeze, making him look like a painting that has come to life - a very handsome, strong and smart painting. There’s a sharpness to Minho that is countered by elegance and refinement; he looks tired and worn-out yet is full of life and passion.

“You’re right.” you finally respond, “Thank you. Again.”

Without warning, Minho pulls you closer, circling his arms around your waist. As soon as you feel his arms around you, you nuzzle your face against his chest and take a deep, shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish like this.” you say quietly, “I’ve never had anyone to trust to this extent. It’s all...new.”

Minho chuckles, his voice low yet calm, “It’s alright, y/n. You’re not being selfish, don’t worry.”

You remain in each other’s arms for a few more seconds before Minho pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. “I know Hyunbin broke your trust,” he starts, “but I will never. I promise you that.”

“I know, Minho.” your gaze pierces his fiercely, “I know.”

You’re now both stuck in time, eyes trailing down to each other’s semi-parted lips, unmoving despite the breeze picking up. The sun sets much lower, painting the sky now a dusky shade of purple. You feel one of Minho’s hands reach up to your face, his knuckles gingerly grazing along your jaw; it sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, prompting a brief shiver.

“Minho…”

“I’ll be the selfish one right now.”

And it’s the last thing he says before closing whatever distance stood between you, sealing your lips with his own. It, however, isn’t just him that makes a move - you meet him halfway as well, very much wanting to be selfish and allowing yourself to indulge in something...more.

This kiss is slower and much calmer compared to the one you both shared in the inn the other night; that one was hungry, sudden and a bit rushed. This...this was much more intimate and deliberate as both you and Minho took the time to really relish and savor every glide and slide of your lips against each other. The way Minho kisses is gentle yet solid, patient yet passionate - it sends tingles in every fiber of your body as it does to his.

His right arm goes around your waist as his left hand braces the back of your neck to support it as he tilts your head back. You gasp out, arms flying up to coil around his neck. Your fingers play with the hair at the base of his nape as you allow the male entrance to kiss you deeper, melting in his hold as his tongue finds yours in a tango. It’s amazing - it feels amazing.

You’re 100% Minho has kissed many people, whether he meant it or not, but you...you’ve never. To experience such bliss and magic with a man like him was certainly something else, and it made you feel like no scientific or medical discovery could give you this ecstasy. It felt like with every second and every kiss, he took your worries away - your fears and ghosts away.

After a moment, you both pull apart for air, breaths labored as your foreheads rest against each other. Your face is extremely flushed as a tint of pink dusts Minho’s cheeks. The male’s lips curl into a small smile as he whispers, “Let me help you forget it all, y/n. Hyunbin, your past, your pain - everything.”

You nod and pull him closer to the point that not a single sliver of air could squeeze between your bodies. You kiss the tip of his nose and smile in response, “Please.”

And he kisses you again. And again. And again, until you’re both walking back down inside from the rooftop deck without a word, hand-in-hand as you take the elevators to the floor level of your room. Lips are on lips as soon as you enter your room, both of you hastily tumbling inside as the door shuts and the night creeps in.

But this time, you aren’t on your own.

You have someone to spend it with - physically and emotionally.

So when a moment of intimacy unfolds as the agent invades your space, you sigh contentedly. Every touch he administers, every kiss he plants, and every murmur of praise he utters fills you with not only pleasure but also the satisfaction and peace of knowing that Minho will handle you with care - that he won’t ruthlessly manipulate you like a doll but will instead hold you like porcelain ceramics - fragile yet priceless.

When a blanket of stars fills your eyes and a tingling heat explodes within you, you clutch at Minho’s back to draw him closer, feeling his warm skin against your own. You don’t even mind the sticky sweat between your bodies, refusing to let go of the male as if doing so would result in you being alone in the room once again. Like this with him, you feel like you’re home.

You feel the sheets comfortably pulled over both your bare and vulnerable bodies, and the male shifts around to gently lay beside you and pull you into his embrace. While you nuzzle against his chest, Minho traces small patterns down your spine as you both catch your breaths and come down from cloud 9. You feel safe.

But it’s when you feel him plant a soft kiss on your forehead and hear a hushed “I’m here” that you truly, truly feel a boulder lifted from your shoulders - from your heart, in fact.

Tonight, snuggly enveloped in Minho’s arms in the comfort of your bed, you fall asleep without fear of darkness suffocating you.

“Yeah, no.” Hyunjin snickers, “You two are definitely fuc - ”

“Hyunjin!” you hiss, waving your hands in front of the agent, “Don’t say that! That’s not what’s happening!”

The long-haired male rolls his eyes before smirking, “Let me see...you both have so much tension, look at each other with sweet gazes, Minho would kill to protect you, you showered together, kissed at the inn, slept in each other’s arms, made out yesterday, and slept with each other in your room again. You guys seem like great best friends then.”

“I’m not saying we aren’t more than friends, but that’s just it, isn’t it?” you start, “What...what are we? I don’t think we’re....romantically involved just yet. Flings?”

“Minho doesn’t do flings unless he’s undercover, y/n.” Hyunjin advises you with a smile, “Jiyeon was his last serious relationship before he vowed to never get attached to someone again. All the people he’s kissed, dated or slept with are for undercover purposes. So you gotta believe me when I say that he’s romantically and emotionally attached to you by now.”

You pout your lips and lean back on your chair, fingers fiddling with the stem of the cherry placed atop of the cake you ordered, “I’m...not even going to be with SKZ permanently. I’m...leaving after this case.”

Seungmin shrugs, his disposition collected and relaxed, “Then he’d just visit you off-duty hours. It’s going to be like some long-distance relationship. I doubt Minho’s going to let this be a temporary thing.”

“We can figure the technicalities out later. Did you and Minho perhaps...do anything more than sleep together recently? And I’m not talking about literally sleeping with each other.” Hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows.

You raise an eyebrow, “Why do you ask though?”

“I’m trying to assess the level of seriousness and attachment Minho has!” Hyunjin says a bit too seriously as if this were some sort of world-changing matter, “It’s crucial that I know this...as both your friends, after all.”

“Y/n, you were complaining about walking to this cafe instead of taking the bus, right?” Seungmin asks out of the blue.

“Yes, because as I said before we even left HQ, my legs have some sort of ache.”

Instant regret. Seungmin seems to put things together much quicker than you’d like, however. “Well, since you said Minho spent the night with you last night...and judging by how you have ‘leg ache’...yeah.”

“Oh!” Hyunjin gasps upon realizing the truth as well, “So you did have sex last night! Y/n!”

“Shhhh!” you hiss, cheeks now red and hot, “How are my legs hurting related to sex? You both haven’t considered that I’ve been running for my life each time I’m on a mission with you all!”

“For a doctor, you’re kinda dense.” Hyunjin teases.

You groan, shooting both males a glare before sipping your coffee, “I agreed to eat breakfast with you two so we could bond...not get interviewed about my relationship with Minho.”

Seungmin chuckles, his smile bright and happy, “Well, you could say that we just want Minho to...you know, be happy again. To be himself and not some agent hiding behind a stone wall of coldness. It’s apparent that he’s more himself with you.”

“But he’s himself with all of you too.” you point out.

Hyunjin nods, “Yeah, but that’s ‘cause we’re his closest friends. Other than us, Minho is either cold, apathetic or nonchalant. You’re technically part of his ‘close friends’ circle now, or maybe even more. You’ve managed to get him to get over that wall he built after Jiyeon.”

Seungmin laughs, “We’re not going to meddle. I guess what we’re just trying to get at is...be happy. Both you and Minho. Whatever happens, just...do what makes you happy.”

You offer a small smile to both males, “I’m...happy as long as you’re all happy and safe. Even after this case, I want you all to be happy and safe.”

“You have our word, y/n.”

“We promise.”

With that, the three of you shift your conversation to more friendly and light-hearted matters, laughing over breakfast platters and cakes and coffee. If this were a fictional novel, this was probably what the main character would be doing with her college best friends, living life as the sun shone above their peaceful city. And for now, you let yourself live out and play your little novel-like moment with Hyunjin and Seungmin.

The next few hours and days could change everything, after all.

Meanwhile, four agents drive to a high-end bar, dressed in suits and looking like expensive gentlemen. Once inside, one of the bouncers asks for their name. Chan, leading the group, replies, “Christopher.”

“Ah, very well.”

The bouncer then ushers the group to a private room in the back of the bar. Once he leaves them to be, the four males settle on the velvet couch and relax for a moment. Chan picks up the small menu on the glass coffee table and hums, “We’re technically off-duty, so might as well get something.”

“I like that.” Jisung chuckles from where he sits.

A few seconds later, a bartender enters the private room and takes down each male’s order before leaving to prepare the drinks. Minho leans back on the couch and crosses his arms, “He’s late huh…”

“Isn’t he always?” Changbin chuckles.

“Let’s enjoy the drinks while we wait.” Jisung grins, “We deserve it.”

“Agreed.” Chan laughs.

“Bet Hyunjin would have wanted to come with us here.” Changbin says.

Minho shrugs, “I mean, we did tell him. He just wanted to eat breakfast in a cafe today.”

“I think y/n’s with him and Seungmin.” Jisung adds, “Surprised you aren’t together right now.”

Minho smirks, “We were last night. She doesn’t have to be with me 24/7 you know? Y/n’s an independent woman.”

“Ok, yeah that’s true…” Changbin leans closer, “But back-track...you were with her last night?”

Minho shrugs casually, never missing a beat as he gives a knowing and very much suggestive wink. Chan gasps, holding in a laugh as he gently shoves Minho’s side. “Took you long enough to realize you love her!” the eldest male sighs in relief.

“Wait, you confessed?” Jisung and Changbin gasp simultaneously.

“Not exactly.” Minho clarifies, “But…I’d like to think I made my feelings and intentions clear...well, clearer.”

“And how exactly did you do that?” Changbin raises an eyebrow curiously.

Just then, the bartender knocks on the door again, opening it shortly after. The agents allow him to finish serving their respective drinks and make his leave before continuing their conversation. With the bartender gone, Minho grabs his cocktail glass and takes a sip before clearing his throat, “I kissed her.”

“No offense,” Jisung starts with a cheeky grin, “but y/n is not going to understand your feelings with a kiss. She’s super smart, yeah, but she’s denser than you are. She’s just going to think you’re showing her care or something.”

“True.” Minho starts slowly, calculating his next choice of words after another sip, “We also...kind of...did it last night.”

Changbin nearly chokes on his drink while Jisung chugs his in one go. Chan, on the other hand, sips his drink with a knowing smile. “Yeah, I’m sure she knows how you feel now. Impossible to miss the hints and signs if you had sex with someone as…distrusting as both of you are towards others.” the eldest male notes.

“Exactly. I’m sure y/n knows I don’t...do relationships.” Minho says.

Changbin smiles like a proud friend, “But you do know that you’re both going to have to properly and officially talk about...whatever you have going on between you two, right?”

“I know.” Minho shrugs, “I’ll address it after this case.”

“Good enough.” Jisung places his empty glass on the table.

A few minutes later, the door opens to reveal another man in a suit, greeting the four agents with a warm smile and a quick wave. Chan stands first, followed by the other three. They bow in respect before the eldest agent speaks, “Sir.”

The man chuckles and gestures for the agents to return to their seats. With a casual tone, the man speaks as well, “I see you already got some drinks.”

Chan lightly chuckles, “Would you like to order something, sir?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” the man responds with a smile before settling down on the empty space on the couch, “Just had coffee. Now, shall we?”

“Alright.” Chan starts, “Dr. Song has reported that she and her team are nearly finished with the solution against Cle’s serum. However, the truth is, she actually is finished with it.”

“So, in the briefing session you all recently had, she did not disclose this?” the man asks out of curiosity.

Minho speaks up next, leaning forward, “Dr. Song’s a very wary person; she doesn’t really feel comfortable telling people certain things. The only people who know the solution is actually complete are me, Chan, and well...our friends. Now, you.”

“I see. I believe it’s best if we keep it that way until Jung mobilizes teams to interfere with Cle business.” the man explains, “I suggest that Dr. Song and you all keep it a secret until we actually get a move on Cle.”

Changbin adds, “Sir, our latest intel suggests that Cle will start transacting with other parties very soon.”

The man nods, “I see. Well, if that’s the case, once we confirm a date or receive concrete data that a transaction is actually taking place, Dr. Song can reveal that the solution is complete. Agent Han, have you and Dr. Song produced an ample amount of solution?”

Jisung thinks for a second before turning his eyes to the man and answering, “Right now, we have about...three to four vials ready. Seungmin, Dr. Song and I are going to make more today and in the next few days. We hope to have more than 50 by then.”

“That’s more than enough for now.” the man smiles reassuringly, “Well, so far so good. Everything seems to be good for now. I guess that’s it. I’ll just remind you boys to be careful and wary the next few days since...as you mentioned, some Cle activity may take place.”

“Yes, sir.” the four agents nod.

A few minutes later, the man says goodbye and makes his leave, leaving the four younger males in the private room. Changbin looks to Chan and says, “I seriously can’t wait for this case to be over.”

“Same.” Jisung sighs as he slumps back on the couch.

“I do too…” Chan trails off before his serious expression turns into something more playful, “...but that would also mean y/n will leave and return to Gongjak. Guess who’s going to be sad?”

Minho doesn’t hear. Or at least, he pretends to not hear. The faint shade of pink on his cheeks betrays him, and the three other agents with him can tell that he heard Chan’s teasing. Minho looks up from his phone, trying his best to keep his expression neutral. “I’m not going to be sad. As I said, y/n’s an independent woman. She’s an adult with her own life.” he says.

Jisung pouts, “But you love her.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean she has to stay.” Minho points out with a shrug, “If she chooses to leave, then she leaves.”

Chan offers a small smile before standing up, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, why don’t we drop by the cafe Hyunjin and Seungmin brought her to? Might as well have a little rest time before we get back to work.”

Changbin is quick to his feet, “Yeah, I’ve been craving that bacon and egg sandwich for a while now. Let’s go.”

And that was how your group ended up in the cafe where Wooyoung worked, your group of three now joined with another four agents. Wooyoung amusedly transferred your group to an area with a larger table as he served the newcomers’ drinks, allowing everyone to be more comfortable. On one end, Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jisung sat next to each other. On the other end, it was you, Changbin and Minho.

While everyone was enjoying their food and coffee, Chan looks across the table, eyes flitting between you and Minho. You’re the first one to notice his gaze as Minho was too busy talking to Hyunjin and Jisung about the cake they were eating. You tilt your head at the older agent as if to ask if there was something wrong.

“How was last night?” he asks, the mischievous glint in his eyes now more visible.

Your brain goes into overdrive as your cheeks flush with color instantly. You gasp, staring at the agent with a flustered expression, “You!”

This causes Chan to laugh, catching the attention of the other agents. Minho looks at Chan before turning his attention to you, and instantly, he catches your eye when you turn to face him. Like magnets, you refuse to break eye contact, to the point that Jisung coughs a very not-so-subtle “get a room oh wait they already did”.

With a smirk, Minho leans forward to kiss your cheek before turning to Chan, “She thinks it was very good, don’t worry.”

“Minho!” you slap his arm before turning to Seungmin for assistance; however, the doctor just smiles and shrugs as if the green tea cake he was eating needed more attention.

Changbin stifles a laugh, “Not gonna lie, you’re both so cute. Perfect for each other.”

“Agreed.” Hyunjin sips his americano, “Such a lovely couple.”

“Well, there goes my peaceful morning.” you grumble, playing with the fork near your plate.

Despite your words, a small smile forms on your lips as the other boys giggle and get giddy over whatever you and Minho have going on. A small smile forms on your lips when you feel Minho’s hand clasping around yours from under the table.

“To be fair, your morning was going to be far from peaceful if you woke up naked next to a similarly naked Minho.” Jisung jokes.

“Eat your cheesecake, Han Jisung.”

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Back from the Dead: Victor Stone/Cyborg x Reader

Summary: You were dating Victor before the accident, and as far as you know he’s dead; until you receive a cryptic message.

Words: 800+

Warnings: mentions of death, light angst?

Author’s Notes: I said I might write some Justice League x Reader since there doesn’t seem to be much/if any yet, and I got this idea after watching it again. I’m probably going to be opening my requests again soon so if anyone likes this I’m definitely open to writing more for him and the rest of the league :)

Taglist: @candid-confetti @nattygee

Every day you regret not going to that game, maybe you could’ve seen him one last time.

It’s not like it was a normal occurrence for you either. You saw how much it hurt him every time his father didn’t show up, so you came to as many games as you could to support him.

But the one time you couldn’t make it, was the night he was lost from you forever.

You bury your face into your pillow, wanting to scream but not wanting to wake anyone else up. You haven’t been able to sleep well in months, yet another thing that’s killing you from the inside out.

You hear your phone buzz, which seems odd since you always silence it.

Grabbing it and propping yourself up on your elbows, you squint at the screen and see an odd notification. You blink a few times to adjust your eyes from the dark, and you finally read the words:

Victor has sent you his location.

And another a few seconds later:

Meet me here. I’ll explain everything.

Your hand slams onto your mouth, and you sit up rapidly, your phone falling onto the floor.

It must just be a wrong number, right? Or his number was inactive long enough that it was given to someone else? Maybe a kid into prank texts?

You try to take some deep breaths to calm yourself down, but you can’t get the possibility out of your head.

What if it’s really him somehow?

You pick up your phone to check the location, only to find it’s in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it’s just a scam, or worse, someone trying to kidnap you by getting you away from society and anyone who could save you.

But with the small chance it really is him, wouldn’t you regret it if you didn’t go at all?

Yes.

You’re done living in regret.

You throw off your covers and get dressed, packing a few defense items just in case. You get in the car and drive, desperately gripping the wheel to stop yourself from shaking.

When you get out, you realize it’s not as in the middle of nowhere as you thought. You’ve been here, actually.

It’s one of the community football fields usually used by the kids teams, and Victor was an assistant coach for them for a couple summers. He was always so good with them, and you’d usually come watch the practices and bring the kids snacks. You’d forgotten about it, lost in all the memories you’ve been trying to push down in order to move forward.

“Y/N?”

You turn around to see a tall man with bright red light coming through his chest and face, lightly disguised with a hoodie. You scream, stumbling back.

“Who are you?!”

“Y/N, please-“ his voice is deep and echoes, but there’s something familiar about it. “Please. Just…let me explain,”

He takes off his hood, ridding the shadows from his face.

You gasp.

It’s him. It’s undoubtedly him. Half his head is covered in metal, but it’s him.

You step forward slowly, lifting your hand and brushing your fingers down the flesh side of his face. He kisses your palm, and tears fill your eyes.

“I thought you were dead,” you exhale, choking back a cry.

“I was,” he shakes his head. “My father…he brought me back using alien technology. But it turned me into this,” he cringes, looking away from you. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you and tell you I was alive sooner. I just…I didn’t think you’d want me anymore,”

“Why wouldn’t I want you anymore?” you turn his face back to you. “You’re all I’ve wanted since the day I thought you were gone,”

He smiles, but shivers away your touch, “You shouldn’t. I’m not even a person anymore. I’m more machine than man. I’m a monster,”

“Says who?” you ask. “I saw the news, Victor. They talked about a cyborg man in a team of heroes that saved the world. That was you, wasn’t it? I don’t think a true monster would do something like that,”

“It was,” he nods. “But…I’m still not the same,”

“Can I see?”

He hesitantly nods again, and you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his mechanical ones. You’d expect them to be cold, but they’re not. You feel along all the smooth plates and the gaps.

Your fingers brush across the other side of his face, moving down his neck and his chest. Unzipping the hoodie slightly, you place your hand over the red light and look back up at him.

“You’re still handsome,”

“Really?”

You laugh, “You really thought some tech would scare me away?”

“I did, yeah,” he chuckles. “So you’re really not scared of me?”

“Nope,” you agree. “Just…maybe don’t come up behind me like that again,”

“No promises,”

#justice league #zack snyder’s justice league #justice league x reader #victor stone x reader #cyborg x reader #victor stone #cyborg

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ushidoux · 3 years

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Be My Last - Iwaizumi x Reader (Pt. 4)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~1.7 words)

Warnings: questionable fidelity, angst, but otherwise tame

A/N: There isn’t a lot of action in this chapter but a whole lot of feelings.

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

You awoke to the sound of Iwaizumi’s careful shuffles around your bedroom as he got dressed for the day. Rising slowly to a sitting position with a stretch and a yawn, you noticed he was a little more dressed up than usual, his usual polo shirt and khakis replaced with a pair of sharp trousers, a nicely pressed shirt and a tie.

“Good morning, baby,” you murmured, voice still heavy with slumber.

Iwaizumi’s eyes shifted from their focus adjusting the sleeves of his shirt and smiled as he watched you rub the sleep out of your eyes, walking around to your side of the bed to kiss you on the forehead - a soft brush of the lips.

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”

The smell of a gentle cologne drove you forward, intending to lean your face against his chest, but he was already back to his side of the bed to gather his things before setting out for the morning.

“I did… I can make breakfast if you’re not in a hurry!” You offered, eyes following the young man as he quickly exited the room.

“I’m alright!” He called, voice distant now. You could tell he was already rummaging around in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in your nostrils in sharp contrast to the toothpaste you were using to rid yourself of morning breath once you trailed behind him.

You glanced at the time on the wall clock, leaning against a wall opposite the inlet to the kitchen. He wasn’t exactly late for work, but he was rushing out faster than usual.

“Is everything okay?” Your voice was muffled between spittle and mild concern.

He glanced at you, hesitating for a split second before smiling.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he replied without answering your question, and then the door closed behind him.

There was a subtle sense of your blood cooling very slightly, a tinge of worry settling in your chest. Venturing back into the bathroom, you finished brushing your teeth, paying exquisite attention to your tired eyes in the mirror as though your reflection was the issue.

Maybe you were overreacting. Things had been a little tense since your argument, but it was nothing that couldn’t be smoothed over.

It was only after you’d settled back onto your side of the bed with your open laptop and your screen flickered on to display your ex’s Instagram page that your heart started to race.

You closed it shut again, wincing.

He didn’t see it. He couldn’t have. He would have said something. The argument would have started right up again. It wouldn’t have ended until one of you was sleeping on the couch or you were sleeping in each other’s arms.

You let out a deep breath, taking a few moments to let your self-defensive thoughts sink into your skin. It was nothing serious after all.

Overreaction after overreaction. The only thing that mattered right now was that you opened your laptop and spent your Friday off of work on getting ahead.

---

As luck would have it, Iwaizumi was stuck in traffic. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he’d wanted to escape your apartment as soon as possible and make it out early. He’d actually intended to leave before you woke up.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was still angry.

Not at you. Never at you. At himself.

He remembered the words he had said to you at the start of your relationship, what felt both like just yesterday and ages ago.

Use me if you need to.

He gripped the steering wheel and grit his teeth, trying to maintain composure despite the fact that he’d been in the same spot on the road for the past ten minutes and people were laying into their horns around him.

What kind of stupid shit was that?

It had sounded good to say it at the time, like most things a guy says to woo a pretty girl. Use him. You’d fall in love with him later, in due time. He believed it was true then.

He hated that he was starting to lose faith in that now.

He hated the idea that someone else, who really wasn’t doing anything but simply existing in proximity to you was doing such a number on him. He couldn’t fault him either. Ushijima had loved you first.

Did it matter if Iwa loved you more?

---

You’d given yourself that you weren’t allowed to leave your apartment until you got your work done, lest you come up with another excuse not to finish, which meant by the time the clock neared six p.m., you had laid sprawled in nearly every corner of your apartment typing and by now were cross-legged on the kitchen counter, your laptop balanced on your knees.

But you were finally done.

You sighed with excitement. Now to put that behind you.

Saving your work, you slipped off of the countertop and back into your pair of slippers, moving back to your bedroom to change into a just as comfortable but more presentable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You were running out of snacks, as evidenced by the frequent trips to the kitchen over the past eight hours. What better way to treat yourself for a job well done but with a walk down to the convenience store to stock up?

Maybe you’d grab Iwa a bag of his favorite chips as a peace offering on the way too.

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“We’re already out, young lady!” the cashier teased the moment you crossed the store entrance, setting off the bell.

You pout but still glance over to the row of baked goods, where your precious melon bread is normally stacked neatly in clear packaging, waiting for you. It’s a little bit embarrassing that he knew you would never pass up on it, but you’d lived here long enough that it wasn’t inconceivable that it’d become your defining trait.

“I’m absolutely devastated, sir!” You called back dramatically, making your way to the back for ice cream instead. They had what your favorite in stock, plus a limited edition flavor so you had more than enough consolation.

Satisfied, you closed the freezer door after picking your selection only to meet eyes with Ushijima, whose hand closed tightly around the handle of a fridge door. He stood a good distance away, but his eyes had been on you and remained so; the very slight part of his lips betrayed the fact that he had been trying to come up with something to say for the past couple of minutes.

He did say your name, something like a greeting, out loud, and you reflexively looked away, heart pounding. Granted you didn’t own this corner of town, but what were the chances he’d only chosen to go here?

Quickly realizing you still weren’t interested in talking, Ushijima pulled out a large bottle of water and closed the fridge, deciding not to bother you further.

It was suddenly a good thing that a text message to you on his phone was in drafts only, him not having the heart to send it. It wasn’t for a lack of courage… it was more so due to shame. Even if he felt like he had to apologize, there wasn’t much he felt he could say that would make it better, not worse.

His shame and your discomfort only intensified as he ended up queueing up behind you. Timing was never on his or your side it seemed.

Ushijima watched you tense up ever so slightly, your shoulders hunched as your arms overflowed with snacks, including the freezing tub of ice cream. Normally he’d offer to help with your load, given that he wasn’t carrying much more than the water but again, boundaries.

He’d set that distance himself.

In reality, he probably should have chosen another running path to discharge energy after practice had ended early today. However, it had been long enough that alternative courses didn’t come immediately to memory and he’d been willing to take that chance.

And here you both were.

He hated this, the obvious residual feelings bubbling to the surface after having been repressed for so long, the fact that he couldn’t justify any of his actions, the fact that he hated older him.

The fact that you won’t even look at him.

Just say something. Anything.

Is closure every really needed, or is it just an excuse to refuse to move on?

He opened his mouth to speak, yet again, but you beat him to it.

You turned towards him, smiling, albeit a weak imitation of what you’d always offered him, back when you loved him recklessly, with your whole heart.

“I… um, don’t want it to be awkward,” you said in a small voice. The sound of your voice, directed finally to him, unprompted made his own beat speed up.

Was this an olive branch you were extending that he didn’t deserve? He pondered this, steeling himself for the worst.

You kept your friendly expression as steady as possible. You weren’t sure what you were trying to prove, to yourself and to Iwa.

You didn’t love him. And for that reason, you had no right to be bitter or cold. Right?

“It doesn’t have to be awkward,” you continued.

Ushijima was at a loss for words now, watching you carefully with his normally sharp, hawk-like eyes but now more like the hawk’s prey, assessing the threat before it. Could he get his hopes up? “We can be friends,” you decided.

It’ll only hurt for a short bit of time, you told yourself. And soon things will be back to normal. As they should be.

A part of Ushijima wanted to reply, I don’t want to be friends. He’d finally realized this, no matter how selfish of a thought it was. However, he was content to nod only and swallow that thought.

“I’d appreciate it.”

He watched you pay for your items and leave, unsure of what friendship would entail.

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As you dug into your tub of ice cream a couple hours later, you realized you weren’t so sure what that entailed either.

If only to make it worse, then came the buzz of your phone with a single message, I miss you.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu x reader #not sfw #mae.writing #series: be my last #tw angst

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its-kall-the-clown · 3 years

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writingamongther0ses submitted:

Red Son and Huntsman forming a "Has a Crush on a Hero" Club where they're just... messes about Xiaotian and Sandy

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This is such a silly goofy light-hearted idea it kind of ended up on crack territory sorry XD but it ends up being angst at the end. This also gave me a chance to talk about Huntsman’s human disguise I plan to one day draw when I get the energy

Enjoy!

prompt list

Secret Fan Club

Rated: G

Huntsman adjusted his dove-colored button-up. He felt overdressed but Syntax INSISTED that he at least try and dress quote-unquote 'normal' for when he was on the surface around humans.

He felt less normal than he had been in his LIFE right now. it's too tight and too hot for him in this form. He passes by a window of a shop and shudders when he sees himself in the reflection.

A human face looks back at him.

Too few green eyes and grey hair pulled back into his normal braid. He adjusts the watch around his wrist that was responsible for making him look like this, an invention created by Syntax. One that cost him all his hidden snacks to borrow for the day, and cost him even MORE promised snacks to have Syntax configure it to his body. (He was a hair shorter than them and much wider).

But regardless the results were eerily perfect. He was described as a 'silver fox' by Syntax which he didn't know what that means but foxes are crafty predators so it must be a compliment.

And the pain and fuss would be worth it.

Because he had a very important mission and an even more important person waiting for him that would be the solution to his problem.

He enters the coffee shop and scans the crowd and spots his target.

The demon prince Red Son.

They dress similarly, a sharp wine-colored button-up that he has rolled to his elbows with an expensive pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and disguising him. They have a laptop in front of them that he types away at.

He slides in the seat across from him casually and Red Son holds a single finger up as he finishes typing whatever he had left. He clicks off and closes his laptop. And folds his hands in his lap.

“Did you bring it?” he asked and Huntsman does a quick look around the coffee shop to make sure no one was looking, nothing but awkward first dates and hipsters with their laptops out.

He drops the folder onto the table and slides it across to Red Son who only raises a brow at him challengingly.

“Read it and weep,” Huntsman smirks as even underneath the sunglasses he can see the demon roll his eyes at him. They huff and open the folder and flip through, each page he only glasses at before he slams it close and throws it back at him from across the table.

“Pathetic.”

“What?!”

“I said pathetic! None of these are good.”

Huntsman growls and snatches the folder back; he grabs the third page and rips it out, shoving it in the smug bastard's face.

“You can’t tell me THIS picture isn’t the best thing you have seen. He's shirtless for crying out loud!” Huntsman flips the photo around to examine the buff blue image of Sandy as he works on loading some crates onto his ship. The setting sun cast him in a halo light that makes the spider demon weak.

“He’s always shirtless, it's nothing special. Now, THIS!” Red Son flips his phone around to show a photo of MK. “-This is TRULY spectacular.” The boy is leaned back against the bars of his fire escape, the photo, a tired look to his face, and a popsicle dripping down his chin as he tries to beat the summer heat.

Red Son examines his own phone now and sets his face into his chin with a sigh.

“He’s frustratingly handsome no matter what he does...wish we could have hung out that night” the demon grumbles looking at the phone heartbrokenly

Huntsman sighs and leans against the table, he understands exactly where Red Son is coming from, he’s in a similar situation. Crushing so hard on the larger demon and absolutely no way to bridge the gap between villain and hero. It's why they started meeting up. They were in a similar boat and understood each other's strife more than anyone ever could.

So they would share pictures, talk about how ridiculously handsome or cute their crushes were. Huntsman would talk about how he wanted Sandy to put those big muscles to use and Red Son would talk about how he knew MK’s favorite noodle bowl on the menu was.

Was this creepy? Absolutely.

But what other choice did they have? They didn't have a chance in hell to get a relationship with the objects of their affection, so it was best to fantasize from afar and hope this stupid Crush would pass.

Huntsman didn't think his crush would ever disappear.

His fist tightened on his pants as he stared at the folder of pictures. It was unfair. Why couldn't he have fallen for a regular spider demon from his clan? Why did it have to be someone who was endlessly patient and kind and who smiled so brightly? He had watched the man nurse a fucking butterfly back to health for crying out loud!!

How could you NOT fall for a man who could handle something so delicate with such large….warm….hands. He wonders if those huge hands would cradle him as gently as butterfly wings. Holding his face between them before they leaned forward and-

Huntsman shakes his head realizing he was drifting into daydream territory again. Couldn't have that.

“I was thinking….” Red Son sets his phone down and looks nervous, the first time Huntsman had ever seen the man fidget before so this must be serious.

“About?”

“What if…” Red Son bites his lip “-what if I asked him out? You think he would punch me?” Red Son looks at Huntsman with expecting eyes and it reminds him that not only is the prince younger than him but that Red Son had a sensitive side he kept locked up. He had only seen it a handful of times in their secret meet-ups.

Huntsman considers his words carefully. Red Son and MK were enemies, buuutt Red Son and the Monkie kid had teamed up to defeat his queen during new Year, something he was salty about but became an off-limits talking subject between the two.

MK and him...they had chemistry. He’s certain that If Red Son put in the effort MK would give him a chance.

“I think... it's worth trying,” he says and the younger of the two eyes light up with the verbal support he received.

“You should try the same with Sandy” Red Son encourages and Huntsman can only give him a forlorn smile.

“It would never work….” he gathers up the photos of Sandy and puts them neatly back in the folder. There are a few photos of sunsets and cats he took when he was waiting for Sandy to show up to his normal spots,

He sets those pictures on top, hiding the rest from view. He actually was finding he was enjoying photography, perhaps he should take it up as a hobby. Maybe take photos of landscapes and black and white bridges and give up creeping on Sandy.

Never give up his crush... He didn't think he could do that, but at least he should give up torturing himself. Especially if Red Son somehow worked it out with MK.

Then he would truly be alone in his strife.

#monkie kid #SilkTea #spicynoodleshipping #Huntsman #Red Son #Writting Prompts #Prompt asks #I was gonna write more where Sandy actually meets Huntsman in his human form #but then I ran out of steam sorry #maybe next time fjsdlkg #submission

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whatsthedistancebetweenus · 3 years

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“post tenebras lux”

angst; jungkook x reader

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook asked you, eyes red, lips slightly trembling.

“I never stopped.” you smile as tears continue to wet your cheeks. Hands reaching to caress Jungkook’s cheeks for maybe the last time. His hands clasped yours, tears starting to flow as well.

“Hey now, don’t cry. You have a recording tomorrow.” you let out a forced laugh, wiping his tears with the edge of your sweater.

“I’m sorry.. I never meant it to be like this..” he cried out the words as he put his head down on your chest, now sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mmhm, I know,” you wrapped your hands around the younger man, stroking his back.

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You two met not more than a year ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party.

The chemistry was off the roof from the moment you were introduced to the maknae of the international sensation group.

He didn’t asked your contact info that night and so you two would often make plans with your mutual friends just to get the chance to meet each other until he was sure you were also into him, and he finally asked you out. Not to an official date or whatever, just to a stroll around the neighbourhood.

Approaching to your short return to (your country), he panicked and actually blurted out how he felt about you in a restaurant with Jimin and Hoseok present. The latter two, you, and even Jungkook himself, froze in place. Reading the mood, Jimin broke the ice and dragged Hoseok to what he said was a toilet emergency.

You and Jungkook were staring at each other for a short while until laugh bursted out of the both of you. You approached the younger man and gave him a small peck on the cheek before he hugged you oh-so-dearly.

You returned to your country for a short while and were back in Seoul. Life was going great for the both of you. BTS is still reigning on almost all music charts, and your business was also exploding. Your relationship was also ever-so-smooth.

You were his and he was yours.

Or at least that’s what the both of you thought.

7 months later, summer approached and you two were out on your usual date night routine. You two’d go to Hangang at night, and Jungkook wore a face mask for disguise just to be safe. He’d sat on the stairs facing the river while you’d go to the convenience store for snacks and join him later on.

Around half an hour later, the two of you were laughing while eating your popsicles. He was getting sweaty from all the laughter so he had rolled his sleeves up. His handphone would suddenly buzz nonstop but he had ignored it. It was your first date in 2 weeks because of your schedules and at times like this he would practically ignore anything other than you. That is until your phone would follow suit. The buzzing just wouldn’t stop and you took it out of your bag just to check in case of emergency.

You scanned your phone for a while before it stunned you in place.

“Jungkook, open your phone.” your eyes were still glued to your phone, and you had this weird expression that Jungkook had never seen before.

He whipped out his phone just to be welcomed by practically hundreds notifications from his friends, groupmates, and agency.

You two just sat there, dumbfounded, staring at your phones. You ignored the drippings from the popsicle you held.

“Just what..” Jungkook mumbled.

What the two of you didn’t know was a few eagle eyed fans had noticed Jungkook from his tattoos and snapped a whole tons of photos secretly.

Jungkook looked up, looked around the park, matching the angle of where the photo were taken and caught the few teenagers with their phones directed at you two, rose up and practically dragged you to his car “C’mon, we’ve got to go”.

Twitter blew up.

Gossip blogs blew up.

The internet blew up.

For the past week all you could hear was people prying into the matter. Your information were spread wide across the internet by people you didn’t even know. You’d receive countless insults and whatnots through DMs. Your name ranked first in Naver for days. You came to your showroom one day just to be greeted by your front window spray painted in foul languages you couldn’t really process.

Jungkook was worried sick about you, and he filed a police report to help you ease your mind. He couldn’t care less for himself at this point, but you were his Achilles heels, his soft spot.

Of course, a small portion of his fans were supportive of your relationship, but your head was filled with the other side’s words.

It got to the point that you were followed to your apartment one night by some drunk fans of his who tried to assault you. Thankfully you had gotten out of the situation without any problems, credits to your friends that were planning to stay over that day arriving just in time.

Hell broke loose when Jungkook knew about the matter.

He wanted to publicly scold the “fans”, but Namjoon told him that it wasn’t the right move. Yet.

So he had you move in to his apartment for the time being and told you to not look at the internet for the time being.

He thought he’d gotten you safe until one night he came back to the apartment with the 95z line dropping by. Jungkook opened the front door and was about to call out your name until he noticed little drops of liquid on the floor. His brows knitted in furrow and he squatted down to inspect the drops.

“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin asked warily at the sight.

The moment he realized it was blood, he sprinted and followed the trail. He found you on the bathroom with ripped sleeve, arms bleeding. You were leaning weakly to the wall. The bathroom floor and sink were half dyed with your blood. He stopped in his track, loss for words. You met his gaze through the reflection in the mirror. You turned around to face him, and a soft whimper came out from your mouth, tears running down uncontrollably.

“They knocked on your door, I thought they were your acquaintances or something and I...” you tried your best to explain inbetween sobs.

His heart broke.

He cried and held you carefully.

“Oh fuck!” Taehyung cursed when he caught up to Jungkook, horrified with the sight before him.

Jimin came up behind him and were fuelled with anger and worry the moment his eyes were set on you. “Taehyung-ah, call for ambulance.” Jimin said in a low voice. Taehyung nodded and fumbled for his phone.

“Jungkook, I’ll go to the apartment security. Y/n, you’re going to be all right, okay?” Jimin patted Jungkook’s slumped figure and ran outside the apartment to get help.

Your sobbing filled the bathroom.

“I’m really sorry” Jungkook managed to talk in between sobs, his hands caressing your face.

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Jungkook’s apartment became filled with more people as the night deepens.

Living in the same neighborhood, Namjoon and Hoseok came in as soon as they heard the news, beating the ambulance by a few minutes.

Namjoon was horrified by the sight of your bloody appearance. His hands covered his mouth in frustration. Hoseok ran to Jimin to catch up on the situation.

Medical worker arrived to get you to the hospital but you refused, still a crying mess, tired. Jungkook was practically drenched in your blood when Namjoon approached him, telling him to take a breather. His eyes were trembling, hands wouldn’t let go of you, so Namjoon had to drag him across the room to calm him down.

Exhausted, Jungkook slowly sat down on his bar chair and scanned the hectic apartment from the corner. You were bleeding in pain, being comforted by Jimin and Hoseok. Medical worker were doing emergency patch up to prevent more blood lose. Taeyung and their manager were talking to the apartment security and a few police officers.

“What have I done to her, hyung?” Jungkook started to sob once again.

// to be continued to part 2 if u guys are interested //

#jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #bts angst #jungkook drabble #bts drabble

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Serendipitous Souls 12

Summary: It's all one big accident. Where do they go from here?

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Feels

Word Count: 1,430

A/N: It's important to note that I think I'm hilarious. 😊

“We’re not gonna kill you,” Dean said, taking a step closer to her, “You’re gonna go and find some brothel or club to hold up in where you can feed off all the energy you want without killing anyone,” he explained.

“What?” she gasped, looking between them in shock, “B-but…why?”

“Your accident might be a gift, so we’re just returning the favor,” Dean shrugged one shoulder lightly, “Go, before we change our mind.”

She glanced between them again before that beaming grin took over her face once more.

“I knew you were my favorites for a reason-”

“Go!” They shouted at her and she jumped and squeaked before hastily retreating from the suite.

“You think it’s Y/N,” Sam said after a long beat of silence had passed. Dean nodded, running a hand over his mouth as he thought over everything they’d just learned.

“It was all an accident,” Dean mumbled.

“Dean,” Sam sighed, his arms dropping to his sides, “You two have a good thing-”

“No, I know,” Dean interrupted him, “We do, it’s great,” he admitted, “But it was all by accident,” he huffed a laugh, “And that might be the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“Wait, what?” Sam said, turning to face his brother straight on, his face twisted in confusion and surprise, “How do you figure that?”

“Because we don’t work like all the other Sams and Deans. And it’s because The Caretaker broke us,” he explained manically, “Which has, so far, been a blessing in disguise, even though Chuck keeps coming at us with weirder and weirder shit,” Dean continued, more to himself than actually talking to Sam. “And Y/N exists because of her-”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam said, the two of them locking eyes before silently agreeing to check that she was okay. They dashed down the stairs, not wanting to wait on the elevator when it was only a couple of floors anyway. They ran down the hall and burst into the suite they’d left her with urgency.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Y/N asked. She was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed in a comfy hotel robe, watching TV. A room service cart sat nearby, loaded with different foods and snacks, “I ordered dinner,” she smiled at them, her brow furrowing as she saw how sweaty, worried, and out-of-breath they were.

She pouted, turning off the TV and coming to stand in front of them, “What’s going on?”

“You’re okay,” Dean breathed out, hugging her tightly and kissing her temple, “We were just worried.”

“Case is done,” Sam cut in with a reassuring smile, “Dean just worries, you know,” he tried to play off with a chuckle.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t look so worried too,” she said to Sam with narrowed eyes.

“I’m not allowed to worry?” Sam defended with a scoff, “You’re family, a Winchester,” he exclaimed, “Of course I’m gonna worry,” he laughed, but it seemed disingenuous, even to his own ears.

“It really is over though,” Dean said, turning her attention back to him and casting a side glance at Sam. With her back turned to him, Sam rolled his eyes at himself and let out a quiet breath. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to Dean and Dean knew they all needed to talk, and soon.

“Okay,” she relented, even though she knew something was up, “You wanna eat or take a shower?” she offered.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled at her, pecking her cheek before moving past her to the food cart, “I’m starving.” he began digging in and Sam took the chance to grab his bag and hurry into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Y/N took a seat next to Dean at the end of the bed, silently observing him as he stuffed different bits of food from the plates into his mouth. She suddenly realized why Crowley always called him Squirrel.

“So, just so we’re on the same page,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Sam or is this gonna be one of those things we sweep under the carpet and pretend never happened?”

She spoke so calmly and sweetly Dean had to blink several times. He just stared at her silently gaping before returning to stuffing his face. Y/N sighed and nodded, assuming they were going with the latter.

Sam came out after finishing a quick shower, changing into a V-neck tee and track pants. He found Dean and Y/N, silently staring at whatever was playing on TV and slowly nibbling on all the food.

“Help yourself,” Dean gestured vaguely to the cart, his eyes glued to the screen. Sam looked over the various offerings before looking over at Y/N. Her eyes were trailing down his body, before coming back up, biting her lip before she met his eyes. Her eyes widened briefly as she realized she’d been caught and she hurriedly looked away, pretending to focus on the TV. Sam smirked to himself, enjoying the attention.

Sam grabbed an armchair and moved it to the other side of the cart. He sat in the chair, taking a few nibbles and leaning back, studying Dean and Y/N.

Dean was stubbornly focused on the TV screen. Y/N was busying herself with eating and pretending she didn’t notice Sam watching her like a hawk.

“So are we not gonna talk about it then?” Sam finally asked. Dean groaned and dropped his head. Y/N's gaze shot to Sam, then over to Dean. She smacked him on his arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“I knew there was an ‘it’,” she announced.

“I didn’t say anything,” Dean defended.

“Yeah, you didn’t say anything,” she emphasized with a huff. She turned to Sam then, “So, what happened? I knew something was off with you two.”

Sam and Dean did their silent communication and Y/N rolled her eyes, waiting for the two of them to decide how Sam was gonna answer her.

That shit was gonna get annoying real quick.

Sam leaned forward in his chair and proceeded to recount to Y/N everything they’d learned and what had happened. She was silent and listening the whole time, but her body language depicted what she didn’t express. He suddenly realized how much had been dropped on her shoulders in such a short amount of time. Her entire existence altered - multiple times - within that short time period.

Dean could feel it. That grief and panic bubbling up inside of her. That feeling he got a few times before, like she could bolt at any minute. She hadn’t yet, but he somehow felt this might be the last straw.

She stood suddenly, silently pacing and the brothers watched with growing concern. She stopped and took a deep breath, “So my whole existence is an accident,” she spoke, “And I’m literally trash,” she huffed a laugh that turned into a chuckle before morphing into stifled sobs.

Dean was quick to his feet, coming to her and cupping her face in his hands, “No,” he promised, pecking her lips sweetly as he wiped at her tears with his thumbs, “Just means you’re ours, and we’re yours,” he whispered against her lips, pecking her again and again. She sniffled back her tears and shook her head, pulling back from Dean.

“It’s too much,” she admitted with a heaving breath, “I can’t,” she whined, turning quickly to dash - anywhere, somewhere, the bathroom maybe? - before being stopped dead, running right into Sam’s broad chest. His hands held her upper arms, enough to brace her and keep her planted, but not to hurt. He guided her to sit back in her place on the bed, Sam and Dean returning to theirs in turn.

“I’m thinking we should all head back to the Bunker 'til we get this sorted out,” Dean suggested with a heavy sigh. Y/N and Sam silently nodded, dropping their heads. Dean was pissed. Everything was going so well, and now this. Though he supposed that’s the way things always went for him.

But he wasn’t mad about the Sam part of it all. Sam deserved to be happy and Y/N was his soulmate too. Though he wasn’t too thrilled that he might have to - will have to - share her with his brother. They all silently agreed to head to bed for the night, putting off the newest change to their lives for another day. Dean clung to her a little tighter that night while Sam tossed and turned on the pull-out.

Forevers:

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@spnbaby-67

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Serendipitous Souls:

@brilovesdeanwinchester

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#serendipitous souls #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean x oc!reader #oc!reader #reader insert #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #angst

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lucisfavoritedemon · 3 years

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The Black Dove

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader (no Stucky), Sam & Dean x Winchester!reader, Castiel x reader

Summary: All you have ever known was how to fight and hunt. Your world and all you have ever known is thrown through a loop when you are sucked through a portal, and forced to adjust to this new reality. Will you leave the life you knew for so long, or will you decide to go back home, leaving the ones you loved behind?

Squares Filled: Crossover @marvelfluffbingo Free Space @spnfluffbingo

Warnings: some angst, fighting with siblings, super fluffy conversations, happy Steve, homesickness, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count: 4954

A/N: All mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

I used to be a normal girl, who lived a normal life. As normal as life as a “criminal” could be. My name is Y/n Winchester, my brothers are Dean and Sam. We are hunters of the supernatural. We have been hunting for as long as I can remember. I was only a year old when my mother died, and Sam was only still a baby.

Though we knew what was truly out there, not many people did. That’s where the life of fake credit cards, and run ins with the law come in. It wasn’t an ideal life, but it was a life that we wouldn’t change for the world. At least that’s what I always thought.

Sam and I were looking through books at the bunker library. We were trying to find a way to open the portal to the other reality where our mom was stuck in with Lucifer. We were getting no closer to finding a way to open the portal.

“I’m getting so tired of all these books. Don’t get me wrong, I love books, but this is just exhausting that we aren’t any closer.” I said, slamming my book closed.

“I know. We can’t just give up though. We don’t have that option.”

“I understand, but why can’t Dean help us too. We shouldn’t have to do it all ourselves.”

“I know, but he is seeing if he can find cases for us while we look. Maybe hoping to give us a break.”

“Are you sure? He hasn’t left his room. I even made dinner, and he hasn’t come out.”

“Maybe you should go check on him?”

“Why is it always me.” I stand up, playfulling stomping my foot. I walk down the hall to his room. I knock before walking in.

“Hey, I just started it, wanna watch it with me?” Dean said, eating a slice of pizza.

“No! You’re supposed to be looking for cases! Not watching movies.” I grab his remote and turn it off.

“Sorry, but I haven’t found anything.”

I grab his computer. I begin to look for mysterious deaths in the area, or in nearby states. “There. Found one. Was that so hard?”

“Cas will stay here and keep you company while you finish finding that portal thing.”

“Fine. Get dressed. I’ll go tell Sam.” I walk out, and head back to Sam, “lazy ass was watching movies and eating pizza. I found a case for you guys. Call Cas for me. Dean apparently thinks I can’t handle going out on a case, and I also need a babysitter.”

“Yeah I’ll call him.” Sam chuckles.

“Thanks.” I go to the kitchen, and get another plate of food. I sit at the table and take a breather. I hoped that we would find how to reopen the portal, but I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.

“We’re heading out. Cas said he would be here soon.” Sam said.

“Okay.” I just look down at my plate.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be back before you even know we’re gone.” Dean reassured.

“It doesn’t matter. I just hate it when I can’t go.”

“If we didn’t need to find a way to open the rift again, you could come with us.” Dean smiled, trying to be positive.

“Sam and I should be the ones going. You have done nothing.” I snapped.

“Y/n, please calm down.” Sam tried to diffuse the situation. He knew Dean and I couldn’t stand each other sometimes.

“Sorry, but it’s true. He was in there watching movies, and eating pizza after I worked for an hour to make a homemade dinner for us.”

“It was kind of rude Dean. She did find a case for us quickly.”

“No. We both talked about this.”

“Talked about what?”

“We feel like after the last hunt, you need to stay benched.”

“Fine. But I don’t always need a babysitter.”

“Yes you do. To make sure you don’t find a hunt, and take off.”

“Why do you care?”

“In case you get arrested? There is still a warrant out for your arrest.”

“Like you two should talk.”

“Thing is, we are ‘dead’. They realised you’re not.”

“Okay, you have a point, but it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, but it should be the last.” Dean says, walking away.

“We’ll call you when we get a motel.” Sam gives a small smile.

“Be safe please.”

“Promise. You stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll try.”

Sam walks out, and I’m left alone again. I finish eating real quick and go back to researching. It wasn’t too long before Cas showed up.

“I brought snacks.”

I smile kindly, “thanks Cas.”

“I know you don’t want me here, and all, but I feel like we don’t hang out much on our own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you here, it’s the fact my brothers don’t trust me enough to stay here.”

“I agree with them though.”

“Of course you do.” I go back to reading, already wanting the small talk to stop.

“I don’t want anything happening to you. Believe it or not you and Dean are very similar in that aspect.”

“Don’t compare us. I want to be NOTHING like him. I at least do some real work around here.”

“You both are strong headed. Both have the will to help people no matter what it takes, but right now, you need to stay here for a while. Just till this blows over.”

“And what if it doesn’t? I’m not going to continue to be sidelined.”

“I know. If this doesn’t blow over in a month, I will talk to them.”

“Fine, but don’t think I’m letting you off easy. You still agreed with them.”

I smile, and finish scanning through the book I was reading earlier. On the very last page there was a spell that could open a hole to another reality of our world. “I think I found something. It seems a lot easier than we thought it would be.”

“It may look simple, but that could change.”

“We have half the stuff here in the bunker. All we need are these last few ingredients.”

“We will wait for them to get back then. I’m not letting you out, and I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Now we can hang out and enjoy each other’s company.”

“For someone who wants my attention, you haven’t made a good case for yourself.”

“I’m trying. I’m new to this whole relationship thing.”

“I know, but usually if your girlfriend is complaining about someone, you don’t agree with the person they’re angry with.”

“Then I would be lying, and I’ve read that you will always figure out when I’m lying.”

“Okay point.”

He pulls me onto his lap, “I may not know a lot about relationships, but I do know that I never ever want to lie to you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me Cas.”

“I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m being honest.”

“Fine,” I lean in to kiss him, but I’m interrupted by my phone ringing, “hello?”

“Hey, we made it to the motel for the night. Is Cas there?” Sam said, and I could tell he was smiling.

“Yeah, he’s here. I wish you two would have waited just a little longer before leaving. I found something.”

“You did!? What is it? Is it complicated?”

“No. We actually have a little over half the things we need here at the bunker, and the rest we can easily obtain.”

“Sounds good. Get done as quick as you can.”

“We will do our best. See you in a few days.”

“See ya.”

He hung up quickly before I could say anything else. I just wish that I was able to do more than to stay here. I understand that I screwed up, and they didn’t want me to pay the price like they had to in the past. I couldn’t be too mad, but I still wanted to help. Not just sit here with my hands tied.

“You okay?” Cas spoke up, tearing me from my thoughts.

“I will be. I just hope that this works. If not, then it’ll be my fault for giving false hope.”

“Don’t blame yourself. They won’t blame you.”

“They may not, but I will blame myself.”

“Y/n, don’t say that. I promise everything will be okay. This is going to work, it has to.”

“Which is why you have to let me gather the ingredients. I need to test it. If it works, then they can go through, but I have to to test it.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

“Then maybe I could be used for something good for once. Make Dean see I’m not just a screw up.”

“He doesn’t think you’re a screw up.”

“Yes he does. I’m going out to get the rest of this stuff. I’ll go in a disguise. I will be careful. You just have to trust me.”

“Okay. You have an hour. If you’re not back, I’m coming back to find you.”

“Fair enough.” I change, then head out. It doesn’t take me long to find the rest of the ingredients. I get back and start working on the spell.

“I hope this works.”

“Me too.” I finish mixing everything together. I began to read the spell, as the room began to glow bright. I finished reading the spell, and there, in the middle of the room, was a red lightning bolt thing. I had a feeling it was the portal we needed.

“There. It worked. Now, we wait for Sam and Dean.”

“No. I have to test it.”

“We don’t know how stable it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. I have to try. If it closes, you have the spell and the ingredients to pen it back up.”

“Y/n, please don’t.”

“I’m sorry Cas.” I hug him tightly, and kiss him before I head to the portal. I walk through as everything goes black.

3rd Person POV:

It was the end of the battle, and the Avengers were sent to scan the streets of New York for anything that remained of the battle. They were about to leave earlier, but they saw a flash of light, and thought there were more aliens coming. As they scanned near the source of the flash, one of them spotted a girl who was unconscious, but was completely untouched from the debris and dust around them.

“JARVIS check vitals.” Tony Stark stated.

“Vitals are normal sir.” Tony’s computer system, JARVIS, stated.

“We should send her with Fury. Have them contain her in case she is not human.” Tony suggested to the others.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. What if she is just human, and she wakes up with people watching her. That could be terrifying.” Steve stated.

“I agree with Steve. You never know what she really is. Come on let’s just take her back to the tower, and wait till she wakes up.” Natasha stated.

“That won’t be necessary. S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken upon itself to monitor her in Washington. If she is human, we will figure out how the hell she got here. We have targeted the source of energy, and it isn’t like anything we’ve ever seen, but she seems human.”

“Told ya Cap.”

“Fury, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea sir.”

“It is, if I say it is. You are welcome to escort her if you want Captain.”

“No thanks, but I do want a call if she wakes up. No experimenting.”

“Did he just tell Fury what to do?” Clint whispered to Natasha.

“Yep.”

“Fine. She wakes up, you’ll be the first contact.”

Steve just nods and walks off. He didn’t know why he was taking this so personally. Wasn’t like he knew her, but something about her said she has already been through a lot. He couldn’t risk her being questioned, and overwhelmed.

“Will she get the proper medical treatment she needs?” Tony asked as he carried the girl to where Fury’s helicopter was.

“Now you’re worried about the girl? She’s not staying here, if that’s what you’re trying to get at.”

“I’m just making sure that she is treated like a human until she is proven not to be.”

“Let me guess you want a call too when she’s awake?”

“No. Sending Cap in will overwhelm her enough. I just want to know if you determine human or other worldly.” Tony said, laying her inside the helicopter, as Agent Hill straps her down in a gurney.

“Fine,” Fury walked to the pilot’s seat, “man you’d think they knew her or something.” Fury mumbled, taking off.

Tony walked back to meet the others, who were all sitting around waiting for him. They all sat in silence for a bit. Everyone could tell they all had something to say about the girl that just randomly showed up out of, seemingly, thin air.

“Fury said she’ll get the proper treatment she needs until she wakes up and they can figure out her story. Figure out where she came from.”

“That’s good. Maybe she really is just a human, who just happens to be super lucky?” Natasha suggests, not very convincingly.

“We all know that isn’t very likely.”

“Barton’s right. She is the only explanation of the flash of light. It explains how she was almost completely clean. She had no other injuries, so she most likely bonked her head on entry, and that explains why she was passed out cold.” Tony stated, trying to sound rational.

“Look, if she is human, we can’t overwhelm her with questions. Imagine how she would feel. She may not be able to think straight and tell us something that she doesn’t mean. One of us has to go and be there with her. Make sure she isn’t overwhelmed by all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.”

“Glad you already volunteered yourself Cap.”

“Someone had to. If not me, then who?”

“I think you’re the perfect one to do it Rogers. You have that welcoming look to you.” Natasha spoke up.

“I agree with Nat.” Clint spoke.

Everyone was in agreement. Steve was the best person for the job, but Tony wasn’t very pleased, he wanted to make sure that no one got hurt. He would have volunteered had Steve not done so already. He couldn’t risk losing anyone to whatever she could be.

Reader POV:

I don’t remember what happened, but the next thing I knew when I opened my eyes was that I was in a hospital. This was unusual for Sam and Dean. We always treated our injuries at the bunker before we resorted to going to a hospital, but this place wasn’t anywhere that I recognized.

I heard voices talking outside, but I just played it off as the doctors and nurses talking about what happened to me. I saw a blonde haired man out of the corner of my eyes, and thought that maybe the voices were Sam and Cas.

“Dean?”

The man looked over at me, “no. My name is Steve. I’m part of the team that rescued you.”

“R-rescued? Where am I? Where are my brothers?”

“Hey calm down, it’s okay. You’re in a hospital in Washington D.C. We found you in the streets of New York after an alien invasion. As far as your brothers, we didn’t know whether you were human or not.”

“That better explains the restraints. Are you sure I’m not being arrested?”

“Is there a reason you should be arrested?”

“No. Just saying this is a lot like what they do to people who are hurt who they are arresting.”

“They usually handcuff, and use restraints, but guess that proves you’re human.”

“Yes I’m human, how did I get to New York, the D.C. from Kansas.”

“Where in Kansas do you live?”

“Lebanon, with my brothers Sam, and Dean Winchester.”

“Okay. It’ll be okay. We’ll find your brothers. We’ll get you home. We don’t know how you got to New York, we saw a flash of light, and there you were untouched by all the debris, and you had no other injuries, other than you were unconscious.”

“Then the portal kind of worked.”

“What portal?”

“I found a spell in a book to create a rift in reality. My mom is trapped in another version of our world, but we haven’t been able to find something that works. Until now, sort of. It took me to New York, but it possibly proves that with a little tweaking, we can get our mom back.”

“I’m sorry about your mom, but that doesn’t explain why we can’t find you in any system.”

“Well you kind of need my name for that don’t you?”

“Not with facial recognition.”

“That is advanced technology, and they only use it for criminals. Unless you were lying about me not being arrested.”

“No, you’re not being arrested. What is your name then so maybe we can properly identify you.”

“My name is Y/n Winchester. I grew up in Lawrence, Kansas, and have been all over the country,” I shake my head at what I just said, “I shouldn't have said any of that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m wanted for murder. A crime I didn't commit, but I can’t prove that i didn’t because you wouldn’t believe me.”

“She isn’t anything Captain Rogers. She’s just human. But the thing is, Miss Winchester, we don’t have anything on you. No date of birth, no address, no nothing.” A man with an eye patch announced, as he walked in.

“My name is Y/n Winchester, I live in Lebanon, Kansas, I was born October 13, 1981. My parents are Mary and John Winchester. I have two brothers named Dean and Sam. Dean was born on January 24, 1979. Sam was born on May 2, 1983. My brothers, and I live in Lebanon. Please, please, you have to believe me.”

“Y/n, I believe you, but it doesn’t make any sense how you are here, but it’s like you don’t exist.”

“What year is this?”

“2012?”

“May I ask your names? And where you’re from?”

“I’m Steve Rogers. I’m from Brooklyn.”

“Nick Fury. And that’s classified.” The man in the eye patch stated. He seemed very secretive, and I didn’t understand why. Guess he didn’t trust me. Which was fair.

“So Steve, Brooklyn. When were you born.”

“That is also classified.” Nick Fury said.

“So many secrets.”

“I don’t want you to get overwhelmed.”

“If you knew my field of work you would know that I don’t get overwhelmed easily. My grandfather came from 1958 through a closet in our motel room. I saw my mom’s father be resurrected. I’ve seen my brothers die and come back as if nothing happened. Whatever you have to say , it won't shock me.”

“Fine. I was born July 4, 1918.”

“Wow. I mean it isn;t impossible, but I’ve never heard of a human staying alive for that long.”

“Look, I know you two want to chat about how it’s possible for the captain to have survived so long, but we need you two. Steve, I want you to train her.”

“What? Train me for what?”

“You’re not serious about this.”

“Dead serious captain. I’ll let Stark know that you have taken on this task, and that he has nothing to worry about.”

I sat there looking between the two men. I wasn’t going to be trained like a circus monkey. Whoever these men were, they were very odd, yet oddly familiar. I began to struggle in my restraints to get them to loosen up.

“Help her out of those, I fear we have a lot of work to do.”

Steve nods and comes to help me. As soons as my first hand was free, I landed a punch to his face. I loosened my other hand and began running. I ran into a bathroom and changed into my clothes. I had to get out of there, but just when I thought the coast was clear, I ran into a group of guards, and they dragged me out to a car. This was it. I was probably actually going to jail now.

We pulled up to a big building, and they let me out. I was surprised they actually trusted me to not run off this time. The men make a circle formation to probably make sure I don’t take off again. They lead me to a big open room, and they guard the door. I look around seeing if maybe Nick Fury, or Steve, were in the room. I noticed a man at the far corner window in the room looking out. I looked back at the guards thinking maybe they left a hole for me to escape.

“Don’t even try. They will kill you if I order them to, so don’t even think about trying to escape.”

“Who are you?”

He turns to face me, “My name is Alexander Pierce. I’m the director here at S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Isn’t that the thing that you use to protect yourself from enemy attacks?”

“Yes, but this organization is called S.H.I.E.L.D. It stands for…”

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.” Nick Fury interrupted.

“Thanks for that Nick. I just wanted to meet the girl that the whole world is talking about.”

“Because of how you came to this world. It wasn’t natural.” Alexander Pierce said.

“Nothing in my life is natural. What makes this situation any different. The fact that it’s like I don’t even exist is unnatural.”

“We were able to locate the bunker in Lebanon, but there was no sign of anyone having ever lived there. It’s an old storage warehouse.” Nick Fury stated.

“Did you go inside?” I asked no believing him.

“I didn’t, but my men did. All they reported was cobwebs, and boxes that were filled with old machinery parts.”

“That’s not possible. I mean maybe the men of letters bunker might be a little dirty, but there should be something there. I mean Sam and Dean wouldn’t have found it yet, but there has to be something.”

“Men of Letters?”

“Um, they are an organization that is made of men who help protect society from threats, but no one really ever knows about them. It’s a lot safer that way.”

“We aren’t aware of any group out there like that.” Mr. Peirce spoke immediately.

“That’s kind of the point, but they were killed off back in the 50s. So, there is no one left to carry the legacy other than me and my brothers.”

“I think we should get her settled in. Get her a place set up where she can rest and gain her thoughts.” Nick Fury said, pushing me gently towards the door guarded by the men.

“Why the rush? I think she should be able to get a tour of the facility.”

“If she wants a tour, Steve Rogers can show her around. I don’t think anyone other than an Avenger should be escorting her around outside of her apartment.”

“Alright. I guess you have a point.” Mr. Pierce didn’t seem too happy about that decision.

“Mr. Rogers will show you to your place. It’s all set up for you. He has the key for you.” Nick Fury stated, ignoring Pierce.

“Thank you. I hope we get all of this straightened out soon. I don’t want to be a bother to anyone, or cause any more trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. Trust me, and we could use someone with your spunk.”

“Because I did. I'm trying to learn how people talk nowadays. It was that obvious though, huh?”

“Just a little. What do you mean how people talk nowadays? What are you like a hundred?”

“Pretty close. Like 94.”

“I was kidding.”

“Wish I was.”

“This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.”

Steve and I walk out of the building, and he leads the way to where I would be staying. It was a tiny little apartment complex, but it looked cozy. This was where my comfort level was. In tiny cramped spaces that seemed like they wouldn't be big enough for one, but you fit 4.

“I'm on the floor just above you, so if you need anything, or just need a friend, you can come find me.” Steve smiled.

“Thank you. That's very kind of you.” He nods and goes to walk away, “Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Will you tell me how you look so young? What's your secret?”

“Super soldier serum, and being frozen in ice for 70 years.”

“I see. Very interesting combination.”

“I didn’t mean to completely catch you off guard with that.” Steve apologised.

“Don’t apologise. If you heard what I dealt with on an almost daily basis, then you would know that is not the weirdest thing, or most bizarre thing I have ever heard.”

“Good. Now go get some sleep. Fury wants to see how you train. He wants to see what makes you special.”

“Nothing. There’s your answer. I’m not special, the life I believed I lived for so long is no longer. My brothers somehow don’t exist, and I’m stuck here. I wish Cas was here right now. He would know what to do.”

“He was my boyfriend. He may go by another name, he used to be known as Jimmy Novak?”

“I’ll see what I can find, but I think you should rest.”

“Goodnight Steve.”

“Night.”

Steve walked out, and I shut the door behind him. I wasn’t used to such a nice place to live in, but here I was. Sam and Dean would have been so jealous if they saw this place. I really missed them, and I wish they were here with me. I didn’t get the chance to fix things between me and Dean, but I guess I did tell Cas I was okay if the portal closed behind me. At least I would be one step closer to finding our mom, and getting her back.

The next morning I woke up, and hoped that all of it was just a bad dream. That I had never opened that stupid portal in the first place, but alas, that was not the case. I trudged out of bed, and was going to take a shower when I heard knocking on my door.

“Y/n, it’s Steve.”

“Hold on. I’m coming.” I yelled/loudly talked back. I walked to the door and opened it letting him inside.

“I would have thought you have been up and dressed by now.”

“I would have, but I needed my beauty sleep, and time to process all of this.”

“Well, I have some good news for you, we found this Jimmy Novak guy. Fury tracked him down.”

“I really appreciate that Steve, but let me guess, he has a family.”

“That was going to be the bad news.”

“Look I really appreciate you trying, but even if Jimmy didn’t have anyone, it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Look, Fury gave me permission to take you to Lebanon to see that bunker you were talking about.”

“That would be nice. I want to see for myself that what he said he saw was truly nothing. I mean I know it probably is that way, but I have to see for myself. I have to know that my brothers truly don’t exist in this world.”

“Go and get ready. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready, okay?”

“Sounds good. Thank you so much Steve.”

“Of course. I want to bring you peace for whatever is going on. I just want to help. I want to be a friend to you.”

“You have really proved that Steve. Let me go get ready, I’ll be down in an hour okay?”

“Sounds good.” He smiles, and sees himself out.

I go and take a shower quickly and dress in some of the clothes that Fury, or Steve, must have bought while I was still in the hospital. He was a really nice guy, and I really appreciated everything he has done for me. It just felt so weird to be in a place that didn’t have my brothers in it.

I got dressed quickly, and headed downstairs to meet Steve. He was standing outside in front of a nice sedan. Nicer than any car I have been in other than the back of a police car. Though, the Impala was a nice car, it still had that old timey feel which I guess is why Dean liked it so much.

“You ready?” Steve asked, opening the passenger side door for me.

“As I’ll ever be.” I smiled, and climbed in.

Steve got in the driver’s side, and started the car. He drove off heading to Kansas. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared that I wouldn’t find any answers about whether or not the Men of Letters actually existed. I didn’ know what I would do if the life I lived before waking up in that hospital was gone. I guess I would just have to wait and see.

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➺ 𝟒𝟖 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

⤷ y/n x bestfriend!jisung; f2l!au

⤷ jisung knew that you two couldn’t actually run away. that doesn’t mean that he won’t take you up on your offer when you call him crying, begging to leave with you. even if it’s just for a few hours, he’ll take any chance he gets to run from the energy-draining lifes you two are living

⤷ angst, fluff

⤷ 2.9k words

03:21 AM - 0 hours on the run

jisung's woken up by the excessive ringing of his phone, grumbling quietly to himself while feeling around for his phone on his bedside table. he can't read whos calling him, being blinded by the bright screen. picking up he groaned out an annoyed, "what?" instead of your cheerful voice asking him to go out for some late-night snacks, he is met with excessive sobbing from the other end. sitting up, he rubs his eyes and clears his throat.

"y/n? why are you crying?" he can barely understand a word you're saying, worry building up inside him. "y/n, i know it's hard, but please calm down. i can't understand you when you're crying this much, bun. take a deep breath, yeah?" he can hear your ragged breathing and his heart hurts a bit. no matter how many times he sees or hears you crying, it pulls on his heartstrings every single time and makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and press little kisses to your face until you can't help but let out those precious giggles of yours he loves oh so much.

it took you a few minutes to calm down, jisung silently listening to your breathing and how it gradually started to become regular. "bun, tell me what's wrong now please..." he said gently, his voice helping you calm down a bit more. you took another deep breath, "it's all getting too much, sungie. i feel like i can't breathe anymore, i-....i want to leave. i don't... don't wanna be here anymore jisung." you stammered with a shaky voice. jisung's face turned into a frown when he heard how much you were struggling, his heart breaking a bit. all he wanted to do was to protect you and make sure you're happy, and hearing you so broken and small was too much for him.

"what do you want to do, y/n?" he asked softly, a sigh leaving his lips when you kept quiet for a while. "sungie...i have a favour to ask you", you mumbled. jisung nodded subconsciously, "anything, y/n. you know i'm here for you, always." hearing him talk like that was reassuring and you softly asked, "will you run away with me? not, like actually, just for a few days. i...i need space, sungie. but i don't wanna go alone, so....will you come with me? a few days, just me and you?" jisung swears he felt his heart jump. it was ridiculous, but hearing you say 'just you and me' like that was enough to make his heart rate pick up. almost instantly, he stammered, "y-yes. yes, of course, y/n. get ready, i'll pick you up soon, alright? let's run away."

04:30 AM - 1 hour on the run

you've been out and about for a little bit over an hour now. jisung has picked you up earlier; a small backpack was thrown over his shoulder and a concerned look on his face. he didn't even greet you, instantly pulling you into his arms and keeping you there for a while. you were incredibly thankful for him. he's always been the one you go to with your struggles, ever patient and ready to hold you close to him for hours on end. you know that your relationship to jisung was more than just best friends supporting each other. the line between friendship and love having been blurred a long time ago though neither of you has ever mentioned it.

you walked in silence, no real destination in mind. your hands were hands brushing against each other from time to time, jisung's fingers itching to take your hand in his. "how about we stop by a convenience store? stack up on some snacks, maybe eat something?" jisung recommended, turning to look at you. you nodded and kept walking, jisung sensing that you were still a bit off. heaving out a sigh, he reaches out, taking your hand in his. you look at your joined hands for a second, intertwining your fingers with his. jisung glanced over at you in surprise, a small smile on his lips. he was so in love with you that even holding your hand like this was making his heart race and heat travel to his face.

a little while later you were sitting inside a convenience store, each of you has picked out a few snacks you planned to take with you on your journey. jisung insisted on buying both of you some ramen, since you two needed - according to him, at least - new energy to take on the day. you knew that it was mostly jisung wanting to make sure that you were eating something, the thought making you smile while chewing on your noodles. jisung was done with his noodles earlier than you were, getting up to throw away the container. instead of coming back though he went into a different aisle, picking out a few things and walking over to the cashier. when he came back, he sat down across from you again, throwing a few of the things he just bought on the table. you looked at him with raised eyebrows, confusion apparent on your face. "some dessert for you. it's your favourite too, so you better eat it." having to bite back a smile you nod silently, going back to eating your ramen. it was then that you saw jisung in a bit of a different light, a certain spark igniting something within you that has been there for a while now.

03:10 PM - 11 hours on the run

you spent the majority of your runaway adventure up until now walking through town, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. spending time with jisung always made you feel content, whether you two were getting on each other's nerves just for the sake of it or if you were laying in your bed together, you head nuzzled in his chest while he pressed lingering kisses to the top of your head - not once has his presence made you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. you decided to take a detour through a park, the weather luckily lovely enough for a slow walk. jisung was just about to ask you another random question when he looked over at you, only to catch you yawning. he noticed your droopy eyes and smiled a bit.

"how about we sit down for a bit? i'm tired of walking," he stops walking, gesturing at a nearby tree. "there's some shade we can sit in. i promise i'll even let you have a little snooze on my lap." he was teasing you now, the mischievous glint in his eyes making you smile. "sounds good to me." you breathed softly, the emotional exhaustion mixing with the hours of walking finally crashing down on you. jisung gently took your hand under the disguise that he was just leading you over to the tree, his nimble fingers twitching to intertwine your fingers again.

your head was in jisung's lap, his fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. you were so tired, so exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to just sleep. it would make you feel bad though, jisung sitting there while you were happily resting on his lap. your eyelids became heavier and heavier, your view hazy and mind cloudy. jisung took notice of this, smiling down at you with the most gentle smile you've ever seen. "it's fine, bun. just sleep a bit, i'm here when you wake up. you need your rest," his voice was so incredibly sweet, and you could almost feel yourself tear up in your hazy state. pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead, he starts to stroke your cheek, quietly murmuring, "sleep baby." your heart jumped. you wanted nothing more than to sit up and finally talk about your relationship with jisung. then he started to hum softly, sleep finally taking over your body.

02:43 AM - 23 hours on the run

after your nap you went for dinner, jisung insisting on paying for the both of you. he made sure you ate enough, offering to order more food multiple times and sporting a cute pout on his lips every time you refused. after you were done eating you both just sat there for a bit, neither of you sure of what to do next. it was quiet between you, causing you to look at jisung a bit more intently than you usually would. you felt your heart speed up a bit when he looked up to catch you staring at him, a small smile playing on his lips. your eyes flickered to his lips, and for a split second, you thought about just leaning over, pressing a kiss to his lips. jisung didn't seem to notice though, his own gaze way too fixated on your lips, the same thoughts you were distracted by swirling around his brain.

after a while you decided to leave, the two of you back on the streets. you could see the exhaustion showing on jisung's face, feeling a bit guilty for making him come with you. you were in the outskirts of town by now, and there was no way for you to go back to either of your homes anytime soon. you knew that there was a hotel nearby and you made up your mind right at that exact moment. jisung looked at you with surprise when you suddenly took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the rundown hotel. "y/n?" jisung called out to you in a confused tone while you were leading the way.

stopping in front of the hotel you look at him, a tightlipped smile on your face. "i know you're tired sung, so it's probably best we stay here for the night. our only other options would be a random park bench or some grass. that wouldn't be too comfortable or safe, now would it?", your tone got a bit cheeky towards the end, making a smile creep up on jisung's face. "thank you, y/n.", the sincerity in his voice caught you a bit off guard, your cheeks heating up a bit. "don't worry sungie, i'm the one who made you come with me after all. the least i can do is to make sure you get a proper place to rest."

you decided to share a bed, the both of you sleeping next to each other more often than not. you flopped onto the bed the second you entered the room, jisung chuckling a bit while closing the door. he chucked his bag on the floor and jumped in bed next to you, his arms engulfing you almost out of instinct. you nuzzled into him and closed your eyes, exhaustion taking over your body. you were ready to just fall asleep when you heard a small, "you know that i'm in love with you, right?" jisung's voice was quiet, broken almost. you stayed silent for a while, and even though your silence only lasted for a few seconds, it felt like jisung had to wait for hours. tightly wrapping your arms around his torso, you nuzzle into his neck, placing a few soft kisses along his jaw. you could feel him tense, his heart pounding in his ears and blush spreading over his neck. "i know sungie. but it’s okay, because i'm in love with you too..", you gently whispered, lips ghosting over his neck. "but i'm pretty sure you also already knew that, right sungie?"

11:01 AM - 31 hours on the run

you were woken up by small, chaste kisses being pressed onto your face. your eyes fluttered open and you were met with a pleased jisung, a content smile on his face and an adoring sparkle swirling in his eyes. he softly murmured "good morning," while nuzzling into your neck, the few strands of his hair that were tickling you making you giggle a bit. it went quiet again, both of you just basking in the presence and warmth of each other.

"i really want to call you baby." you couldn't help but burst out into small giggles when you heard jisung's grumble, his brows furrowing and pout forming on his lips. "hey, don't laugh! i'm serious, i've been waiting for this day for years now." he whined while he hid his face in your chest, making you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer. "sorry sungie, but you're just so cute. call me what you want, baby." the small squeak he let out at the pet name warmed your heart, a goofy smile replacing his previous frown while he looks up at you. "that sounds good, can you repeat it,...baby?"

after countless small pecks and soft giggles, endearing pet names and warm hugs, the two of you finally decided to get up and leave. once you left the hotel, you wandered around a bit, unsure of where to go next. "y/n, are you feeling a bit better?" jisung suddenly asked, his grip on your hand tightening a bit.

"yeah, i am. it's weird, but just being out of that house for a while really helped," you looked up at him and smiled a bit. before jisung could reply you started speaking again; "you coming with me helped me a lot, too. you're always there for me. i couldn't think of anyone else i'd take with me to run away...even if it's just for two days.", you chuckled a bit at the end of your sentence. "honestly? you could've asked me to run away for good and i would've probably said yes. i'm going where you're going, sweetheart." the pet name rolled off his tongue effortlessly, a warm feeling spreading in your chest.

08:49 PM - 42 hours on the run

you were sitting next to each other, your head on jisung's shoulder and one of his arms wrapped around you. you knew that you had to get back soon, and jisung agreed to at least watch the sunset with you after your relentless begging. he knew he couldn't say 'no' to you, he never could. jisung was always a bit too soft for you, hardly ever being able to refuse you anything.

"sung, can i ask you something?" you muttered softly, lightly playing with a loose string on his pants. "anything, baby." you lift your head to look at him, taking in his features that were so perfectly illuminated by the setting sun. he was truly breathtaking, and he was truly yours.

"when did you realise that you love me?" jisung lets out a thoughtful hum at your question, thinking about it for a bit. "probably when you came over to take care of me when i broke my leg a few years ago. you were so stern about me not leaving the bed, and you pampered me so much. i'm pretty sure that's when i went 'wow, i love them' for the first time." you smiled at the memory of jisung laying in his bed with a cast on his leg, him whining about how you had to cuddle with him in order to help him get better. thinking back it was always quite obvious what the two of you felt for each other, neither of you brave enough to confess, though.

"what about you?" you looked up at him, thinking about the moment he first made you realise how deeply in love you were with him. when was it, really? was it the time he came to pick you up from work in the pouring rain with an umbrella because he knows how forgetful you are? or was it the time he stayed on the phone with you for five hours, singing you to sleep because your anxiety had been acting up again? or maybe it was the time he stayed with you for four days straight, making sure you were eating and taking breaks while you were studying for your finals. you don't really know when you realised you were in love with him; perhaps because deep inside you already knew all this time.

03:59 - back home after 48 hours

you and jisung were standing in front of your house, hands intertwined. "you know you can always stay with me, right?", using his free hand to caress your face he looks at you with a mix of concern and love in his eyes. nodding slightly you leaned a bit into his touch, letting out a sigh. "i'm going to be fine, sungie. thank you for coming with me, though." the way you smiled at him made his heart swell, and before he knew it he was cupping your face, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

you both just stood in front of your house for a while, neither of you wanting to separate now that you finally had each other. lifting his hands to your lips, you press soft kisses onto his knuckles, jisung softly blushing and a shy smile on his lips. "i love you, sungie." you were so sincere, so soft and gentle and it made him want to cry. he doesn't know why, but the thought of parting ways with you now seemed almost cruel to him. he just wanted to hold you, kiss you and tell you all the mushy things he had kept to himself for the last few years. pulling his hands away from you, he immediately crushed you in a hug, taking a deep breath to really take in your scent. "i love you too, y/n. so much. please don't ever forget that."

running away for two days didn't really help your problems or make you feel like a new person. you realised something that not only changed you but also changed your life for the better, though; you loved jisung, and you were lucky enough to know that he loves you too. and maybe, just maybe, the two of you could actually run away one day, only the two of you. until then you were content with where you were, as long as he was beside you.

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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙡. 𝙟𝙮. (#𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙠𝙛𝙣)

fic type // oneshot — 3.9k

prompt // when an individual is born, their magic aura makes itself present indicating what magic they would be using. very few were born with a dark magic aura and died within their first breaths, you were one of the two recorded births that made it. now you were searching for the other one

pairing(s) // juyeon x gn!reader (pltn.)

genre(s) // PG18 & adventure, fluff, angst

warning(s) // knives, stabbing (in a dream), nightmares, mention of food, depiction of anxiety, description of smells, being drunk, deceased major and minor characters, blood, corpses

author's note // it's finally here! i've been working on this for a few weeks already and that's why it's so late :'( thank you to @omigogames for proof reading this ily queen 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 this was for @kpopficsnetwork' s halloween event that they held last october <3 please read the rest of the member's works on the event! i recommend listening to wandering and as the world caves in (at the angsty parts) while reading this as it really sets the mood. i hope you enjoy!!

you wiped the drop of sweat off your forehead as you approached the top of a hill. you sat down on the grassy floor and took out a flask still full of drinking water. you downed a quarter of it, feeling your body re energize as you do so. you never thought it would take this long to search for them.

how many months has it been? five? six? you've lost count, having to travel miles across the world just to find the hidden treasure you've been seeking for years. see, you were born with a 'unique' aura. everyone has their own which determines what kind of magic they would be using for the rest of their lives. your family had the common ice or water elementals but you turned out to be the black swan in a ballet full of snowy white ones.

you were born with an aura that was powerful enough to cause a black out, in other words, you had a dark magic aura and somehow managed to survive throughout the years. your mother was no different from the rest but she tried her best to guide you on controlling your powers or even combine your magic powers with hers to make an elemental combo. she died two years before you went on this journey to find the one only other person who successfully survived their own birth of having this magic aura. the only things you knew about them were that they were at least 20 years older and that they were born as a female.

the fact that only you and one other person have this magical ability made you think about them day and night. were you their soulmate? or did they think of you too? were they a kind or evil person? did they ever confuse people like you did? were they affected by society's comments that they're now shut away in some dungeon? you could go on and on for days about this special person even though you haven't met them yet. you were eager to find them, even if it took you years to do so.

as you wondered about the unique person, you stared into the dark abyss with shining dots, not realising your eyelids were shut soon after. that night you dreamt of all the possible outcomes this journey would end, mostly happy endings where you would find the person and be their friend or you get to spend the rest of your life with them. you did not want to think of the sad ones, yet your mind wanted to see you suffer. nightmares were common as they came with your dark powers but you still hated it when they disturb your perfect sleep. with that, you woke up from a nightmare just as the person was about to strike a knife in your chest.

the pain felt so real that as soon as you woke up, your hand clutched onto your chest. luckily (or not so) you heard the uniform paced heartbeat from your eardrums. this caused you so much as you did not even see that the sun was just above the horizon, greeting the earth a good morning. you sighed in relief as you thank the universe for not getting you eaten by a wild animal.

you stood up, stretching your arms and legs after another night of sleeping on a thick cloth. you packed up your things and placed your sturdy backpack on you before starting your trekking journey. you checked your phone for any updates or news of the world that was not so boring as you began to walk south towards a small town. once approaching the main road, you slipped your phone back into your front pocket before following the flow of cars.

a smile appeared on your face, looking at how idle the town was at eight in the morning. it wasn't so noisy as most of the cars had stopped at diners or cafes for a tasty breakfast. the only things you could hear were people greeting each other with a simple 'hello' and the birds that had just been awoken from their slumber.

you checked the amount of money you had left; apparently, it was enough for you to last three days for all three meals and then it was downhill from there. you shook your head, thinking of ways to earn at least a little bit of money before moving to another town (if you needed to). your eyes drifted from the trees to the bakery that was on the opposite side of the road.

you could see the silhouette of a person placing buns in their respective containers. the person was in chef whites, with their sleeves rolled above their elbows. you really didn't want to catch feelings for anyone at the moment, especially in this state of being homeless and short on money. nonetheless, you were hungry and so you decided that you wanted some fresh baked buns on a saturday morning like this.

as you walked into the cozy bakery, you noticed a variety of desserts and buns arranging from croissants to baked pizza buns. the aroma in the air made your stomach growl. you took one of the pick-up trays and a pair of tongs and immediately went for the custard and red bean buns.

"oh my god," a voice exclaimed followed by a bit of coughing. "why do you smell so bad?"

you brought an arm to your nose, smelling yourself. you actually didn't smell half-bad. it only has been a day since you showered properly, how could it be that bad? you rolled your eyes as you looked in the direction of the voice. ah, it was the silhouette from earlier.

"is this how you greet customers?" you shot back, raising one of your eyebrows.

"no, of course not," the person said. "but your stench is unbearable." they scoffed and shook their head, giving a smug expression.

"well, i'll only be here for just a bit. don't worry about it, i'll be out before your regulars arrive," you said, assuring that you WOULD be out before anything else happened.. but you did not. as you didn't expect the prices of food to be that high.

"look at this place," the employee said, leaning his palms against the edge of the counter. "what did you expect?"

he was right, the place looked like it was straight up from a renaissance painting with its mini chandeliers and pink roses on the sides as decorations. it did look like a modern cafe twisted with some hint of the classics.

"is there anything i could do? to pay for this i mean," you asked them, hiding your embarrassment of the lack of money.

"depends… what kind of element do you use?"

"...ice," you lied. no one would want a rare dark element in their place.

"hm.. i guess we could use some ice making help," they thought, then looked back at you who seemed desperate for the job. yes, it would hold you back on a few days but you really needed the money.. and a place to stay if they let you.

"okay, then. you're hired," they said as they lent out a hand for you to shake. it was covered in leftover flour and smelled like yeast. you grabbed his hand and shook it.

"the name's juyeon, and you?"

"y/n… i'm guessing you're a fire user?" you replied. it was obvious as he was cocky, yet a charming fella. you could say a demon in disguise.

"clever, i like that in people," he smirked, his face looked smug and it really pissed you off- but he might be your new manager or boss so you stuck up to it and let out a simple fake chuckle. "any other questions?

"do i get a place to stay along with the job?"

"no but you could stay over at my place," he acknowledged. your eyes dart around the room before they landed on him, as you let out a laugh.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me. i have a spear bed and everything," he said. you were baffled, it seemed like he didn't care if you were a serial killer, plus, he only knew your first name and what 'element' you responded to. what were you going to do?

"fine," you said, already looking forward to the comfort your body was going to feel once you finally sleep on a mattress.

"alright then, let's get to work barista."

as you both get to his apartment, you gazed at your surroundings. everything looked neat, and not a spick of dust were to be seen. you look at the mini hallway in the studio apartment of his and see two doors, opposite of each other and another at the end of it. before you could even step foot in the kitchen, the male pulled you aside. your reflexes almost caused you to punch his stupid face when you remembered that you were just a guest at this comfort place of his.

"rules," he said, in a stern voice. "one, not too much noise between eleven at night to six in the morning. two, don't use too much of the hot water because i'm touched starved too-"

you rolled your eyes at his last remark, acknowledging that it was a cruel true joke. "-three, save some snacks for me if you're planning to eat it all and four, we leave the bakery together and come back together. i'm not sure who your guardian is but, i'll make sure you're in one piece once you return to them"

"i'm my own guardian, excuse you."

"still, your safety is guaranteed when you're with me," juyeon claimed. you thought it was rubbish but still, he had a bigger brother vibe with the way he spoke and so you went with the flow.

"the left one's mine, the last one's the bathroom," he said, referring to the hallway of doors you were staring at. the muffled sound of news reporters from the television drowned itself in the background when you close the door behind you. a smile appeared on your face as you got to have your own room, without juyeon ever bugging you.

you place your heavy army backpack beside the door as you lay on the bed that was neatly made. you smiled, finally having a proper place to sleep. you thank god for the (annoying) co-worker that you met that day. you didn't even have a chance to shower before your thoughts drifted away, causing you to sleep.

the next morning, juyeon woke you up by shouting your name from the kitchen multiple times. you groaned at the sound of his voice at seven in the morning when you were used to waking up at nine. you sat up and started your day from there. thankfully, it wasn't too exhausting.

a morning walk to the cafe bakery was thankfully peaceful with the both of you not being the big social type nor the small talk type. the warm rays of sunlight made your morning so much better. you began working at the bar, where you produced many types of tea and other refreshing drinks. you managed to conjure up ice easily with some tricks your mother taught as a child.

you introduced yourself to the regulars as a new employee at the place and they politely welcomed you to the town and cafe. their smiles were genuine and sweet, they gave off a motherly feel whenever it appeared. yours, too, was genuine. you missed being in a community like this, so dearly that you almost teared up at the sight of a child being kind to you.

the night was better. the walk back to his place was filled with stories about the regulars that juyeon had been told. you had inserted some dull dad jokes here and there, making him let out a chuckle at least once.

once you both arrived at the apartment, you immediately went to get your shower supplies and headed to the bathroom. while showering, you thought of ways you could find her faster. you have tried multiple ways but still couldn't find solid proof of her whereabouts. you sighed scrubbing the bubbly shampoo onto your scalp. you could ask juyeon for help but your identity would be revealed and he might just kick you out for that. maybe, just maybe, you could keep this act up? for a little longer. at least until you get enough money to live on your own.

that was what you did for the next few months, keeping your act up for the rest of the world. you were careful not to reveal too much of yourself, not spreading too much information across to other people, not even juyeon. even if you had secrets, he still treated you as normal as everyone else. though, he did seem weird at times as if he could read your thoughts. this scared you as it wasn't impossible to learn occlumency even if it took time. over time, you and juyeon developed this best friend bond with each other; protecting and having each other's backs when needed. of course, he was the same person as the one you met on your first day around town which left a sense of comfort in you.

a nightmare dressed as a daydream was what you were as you would sneak out on nights before non-working days. you had to let out a piece of your dark powers out somehow. even if you knew how to conceal them, it didn't mean you could control them forever. you found a cave in the far east where no one would hear nor see you, and so that became your little relaxation cave.

not so long after, you found out that there was a man who could find things you couldn't. some say he had connections to the deeper net or even that he was related to some who were part of an underground gang. nonetheless, it didn't stop you from seeing the fella once a week or two. this method made itself a purpose as he gave you more information than any general person could; her hometown, her family members, and so much more.

it seemed like a miracle, though you never thought that she would have children, more than that of a son and a daughter. a fact that surprised you was that she had the same surname as your roommate. that was all the information he had, it was not much but you still thanked him for it. your night-ventures continued on, exploring the town and gathering bits of information through drunken folks at the tavern.

you would get home just before dawn and sleep until noon. of course, the male you lived with would nag you on waking up late but he never really cared either. he loved to see your bite back with your poor choice of words. everything felt right and everything felt okay, you were in peace with the world.

"where are you going?" his voice emerged from the darkness, causing your body to jump.

"i'm just gonna get some drinks," you answered, in a confident tone as you bit your inner bottom lip.

"are you going to go see him again?" juyeon asked, snickering along with his words. "don't think i don't know what you're up to."

his statements and questions made your mind run wild; how did he know? why didn't he ever stop you? did he understand what you were doing? did someone tell him? you became a still worried mess, not knowing what to say nor do. you were stuck in a pose as if medusa were to turn you into stone.

"please, just tell me where you're going tonight, or bring me with you," he said, his voice groggy as if he had woken up from a short sleep.

"no, i'm sorry, juyeon," the words flew out of your mouth as your thoughts re-organized themselves. "you can't"

"why not?" he asked, once again. at this point his questions seemed like an endless stream of cloth.

"because- you just can't," you sighed, relaxing your shoulders and going up to him. you didn't have any excuses because you weren't used to lying so much to someone who you cared for. "it's dangerous if you do, please just listen to me."

he sighed deeply as he always does before he nags. "i want to listen to you, y/n, but you going off in the middle of the night and coming home late isn't… so you. do you need to talk? or something. i know i'm not good with comfort but i'm here for you if you need to let out anything at all."

you felt broken, because you knew how much he longed for this type of relationship. he had told you about his sister that passed not so long ago and how much he adored her. you were about to say something when he placed his hands on your arms and gripped them, as a sign to not leave him.

"could you just tell me? please? i promise it would be a secret," he pleaded, truly worrying about what became a routine.

"you should sleep, juyeon. you have work tomorrow," you tried to avoid answering the question as much as possible but he made it so hard.

"i just want to know-"

"juyeon, you don't need to know. it's nothing important. you don't need to worry about me, alright? i promise i'll be okay," you said, in a sensible tone. you heard sniffles from the male that stood before you, as his grip on your arms loosened. he cracked a smile which held in pain mixed with joyful memories.

"you sound just like her," he said, in a shaky tone. he sounded weak, and you could see the pool of tears around his eyes. in that moment, you felt your breath turn shallow. you closed your eyes and immediately embraced the bigger man into a tight hug. you knew who he was referring to as he would do it so often when you opened your mouth to say anything. "you're like her" or "you act like my mother, you know that?", he always stated these in a cheery manner, but seeing him shatter like this made your heart wrench.

you decided to skip your night shenanigans when you lead him towards his room. you've never been in it but stepping into it, felt so cozy as if it were a cold breeze on a hot summer day. you sat him down on the edge of his bed, seeing his tears turn into a gold-ish colour. you sighed, seeing this side of him. you always saw the bright sunflower yellow but not this burnt out maroon red. you sat in silence as his sniffles calmed down.

the balcony door let in a ray of moonlight which shone on the boy beside you. you turned to look at him, and saw a grin emerge from his lips.

"thank you," he said in a whisper-tone. "for being here, y/n."

juyeon stared at the pale full moon that was on display for the people of the earth. "i'll always be here," you say, holding his hand. it was a nice intimate moment for the both of you. the state of serenity made you think about the things that led up to this right here and it was all because of a person whom you've never met.

"y'know.. she had the same powers as you," juyeon said, sipping his hot chocolate. you both were seated at the kitchen island with hot cocoas and mini marshmallows. it was almost four in the morning and so you both decided to stay up a little bit more, as if the sands of time didn't take precious hours of rest.

"she was a frost user as well?," you asked him, eager to know his family background.

"no," he said, chuckling before stuffing a few marshmallows into his already rich drink. you sat there, with one lifted eyebrow. "what are you talking about exactly?" you asked, warming your hands as it cupped the mug in front of you.

"you know what i mean," he said, holding in a deceiving smirk. your eyes widened and your hand gripped onto the mug handle. it wasn't the fact that he had discovered your hidden powers nor how he had hid the information that he knew your powers but it was the fact that the person that you were looking for all this time had died.

all the traveling and suffering lead you to this moment had been for nothing? you did all of this for her, and yet you turned into a sobbing mess when you visited her grave. juyeon held you close as you weeped when you saw her headstone. it absolutely broke you even if you've never even seen her nor heard her. he stayed strong for you when your head was buried into his chest. he could even feel the mix of rage and sadness as your powers seemed to leak from your tears.

"i miss her too," he spoke up, still caressing your weak state. "i'm sure she would have adored you so much, y/n"

your feelings got the best of you and soon every noise stopped, with only an ever-lasting ring in your ears. your tear-filled eyes opened to see a ring of dark purple surround you like a globe with your feet dangling in the air. it was a new, unspoken sight to see but what had happened outside the bubble was a new horror to you.

juyeon was laying on the ground, upon the many other graves. his skin covered with burnt marks of some kind, and his chest area covered with blood spots which may came from bullets. your bubble disappeared as you jumped down on the ground, going over to his lifeless body as fast as you could.

"y/n.." he said, breathless. "i'll be okay."

"but.."

"they'll be here soon."

you were confused on what he was referring to - not until you heard police and ambulance sirens coming from a distance. you cupped his face which managed to give you a small grin even in his hurtful state. "don't leave. don't leave me please."

"you need to run, y/n"

"stop. stop.. saying that," you pleaded, with some of your leftover tears dripping onto his burnt clothing. you could hear his last breaths too, which made it harder for you to ever leave his side.

"i'll see you later.. alright?" he asked, as his final words. his body fell to limp in your arms, when your tears started flowing like a never ending river. the sirens were coming closer at the scene of the crime, and there you sat, clutching onto him with your last hope of humanity. you didn't care about the police nor the property you destroyed, you lost him. you lost HIM.

in that moment, the world stayed still with no promise that it was going to spin again. your head felt dizzy as your limbs felt numb. you knew it only had been a few minutes but it felt like centuries with your silenced screams. you didn't want to be outcast, you were already alone in the world with no one else you could call for help. everyone else had their counterparts but all you had was yourself. you hated the thought of being lonely and so you stayed there, weak, just to feel something worth living for.

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