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YELL 2 ME ABT SAKUATSU FIC RECS PLS

oh boy. oh boy do i have much to talk about

here’s a list of my sakuatsu must-reads under the cut! complete with links, word count, ratings, and occasional commentary because i’m incapable of shutting up. this isn’t in any particular order either

(keeping this sfw and organized into canonverse/AUs. a * means i am on my hands and knees begging for you to read this)

i’ll try to update this somewhat regularly :]

most recently updated august 25, 2020!

canonverse:

*your highs and lows (series) by astroeulogy

a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:

1. what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?

2. what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?

this is like the sakuatsu series but it’s blasphemous to not recommend. the first fic in the series is all that you were (4.6k, T). mind the ratings on a few of the fics, but my personal favorite is #3: a masterpiece of domesticity called you have tamed me (5.7k, T). these make me ACHE

*sakuatsu domesticity simulator by pseudoanalytics (T)

a vaguely interactive mixture of fic, art, and html, where you too can experience the inherent romance of a big fat jerk and a too-blunt jerk attempting intimacy

this fic...this fic...op is literally one of my favorite artists of all time but Did You Know that their writing is also off the charts. what a wonderful use of second person and the pacing is so good. too much skill in one person

*The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (11.4k, M)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

i think this is the fic that got me into sakuatsu in the first place lol i was looking very specifically for msby socmed fics and now here we are. this fic is unbelievably funny

*liminal spaces by hhatsuna (25.9k, T)

Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the grainy team photo on his bedside table.

It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

*Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (15.7k, M)

Where “You already make me the happiest guy alive, babe," gives way to, “I’ve not been happy for a while now.”

Alternatively known as the ‘mug fic’.

yes this is a breakup fic. yes im going to recommend it anyway. breakup fics usually scare me a lot but this one is too good for me to not say anything about. nuanced and delicious. i look at the mug on my desk and feel pain

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (8.4k, T)

You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Koi no Yokan; 恋の予感 by ymra (15.3k, unrated)

Wherein Sakusa dreams of his future selves and discovers a little something along the way.

autumn ends, but we remain by wolfsbvne (5.3k, T)

atsumu stares at his ceiling at 2am. he stares until he can make out designs in his popcorn ceiling. a cat there, an onigiri here, and then something that suspiciously looks like a mop of hair, triangle eyebrows, and oh those two bumps are moles right above what atsumu just mapped out as an eye.

(or, atsumu is in kind of in love. sakusa is maybe in like.)

your fingertips, branding irons by Ceryna (5.8k, T)

Between the accidental touches he's reconciled, the deliberate ones he's endured, and, from those he's built years of trust with, obliged– Kiyoomi has never wanted to let someone indulge.

Never, until Atsumu.

take what’s yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (5.9k, T)

atsumu falls in love four times in his life

(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (10.4k, T)

Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.

(Or: Sakusa Kiyoomi realizes that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining matters of the heart.)

*where i want to be by tookumade (8.8k, G)

In the time they’ve been teammates at the MSBY Black Jackals, Sakusa has never been to Atsumu’s place, and Atsumu has only been to Sakusa’s a few times. There’s an unspoken understanding here: that Atsumu knows him well enough to know that nobody’s house or apartment would ever really meet his ridiculously high standards, and he is most comfortable in the home he’s made for himself.

That, and, Atsumu being over at Sakusa’s means that he has to host him and do the cleaning afterwards, while Atsumu can just flit off back to his own place. So. There’s that.

Tonight. Tonight is not business as usual. Tonight is not familiar.

*san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (8.1k, T)

Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.

Kiss him again, maybe.

They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (10.8k, T)

But now there's the one person Atsumu'd promised himself never to touch. His eyes leave Atsumu breathless with guilt at seventeen, and he spends the next six years safe in the satisfaction of making things right.

Feelings, of the physical kind, and one kiss.

ft. competitive spirit, childishness, and late night conversations.

Atsumu POV.

four leaf clover by vicari_us (5.9k, T)

Once, Ushijima claimed that they ‘got lucky’. If properly honed, their body types could become near invincible weapons.

However, unlike Ushijima, Kiyoomi’s weapon required a bit more care over the years to reach the condition it had become. He was born iron, not yet forged into steel.

Exploring what it might have taken to turn a genetic mistake into an athletic miracle.

*the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes (8.3k, T)

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

such a unique premise & this is so beautifully structured. stunning flow and who knew animal crossing could convey so much longing...

AUs:

Pas De Deux by hhatsuna (dancer!sakusa au: 19.0k, T)

The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes, and the twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?” Ah. So it’s volleyball.

“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”

*my love, take your time by bastigod (archaeologist!sakusa au: 9.0k, T)

There was something sublime about wandering around an empty museum. Nothing could compare to the sound of his shoes clacking against the marble floor, the morning sunlight gently streaming through the lofty windows and the peaceful solitude of ancient stone kings overseeing their silent kingdoms.

A day in the life of Doctor Kiyoomi Sakusa, Archaeologist.

i’ve literally been thinking about this fic every day since it came out. you will not find a story like this anywhere else, i guarantee you. what a clear labor of love this fic is it’s truly something so special

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (surgeon!sakusa & microbiologist!atsumu au: 19.7k, T)

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.

“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”

If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

*Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (ogre spirit!sakusa au: 6.7k, T)

For the last twenty years, Atsumu’s done all that he can to break his betrothal to the ogre spirit Sakusa. If he can just make it through one more night, he’ll be free.

honestly, just read everything by astroeulogy. i’m recommending this fic in particular because it has such an ethereal voice to it. magical

across oceans, across centuries by starstrikes (pacific rim au: 20.0k, T)

Six days ago, Osamu died and left Atsumu with this: Atsumu, you have to—

(Namikira rises with the tides and rips Osamu and Vulpis Empress away in one fell swoop. Six days later, Atsumu wakes up alone in a hospital bed and learns how to swim.)

you don’t actually need to know pacrim to appreciate this. a wonderful exploration of grief and recovery. also it’s exactly 20k words which is both satisfying and terrifying

*Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (ice skating/dancing au: 20.8k, T)

"Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves."

Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts.

"Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

what a stunning fic. a beautiful progression of sakusa & atsumu’s relationship, rife with references to real skating programs, beautifully written and structured. so full of longing i’m in mild physical pain

#if anyone else has recs feel free to drop them in the replies mwah #sakuatsu fic is SO high quality you can literally just look at the tag and blindly press and find something stunning #these are just my personal favorites #basically just my ao3 bookmarks and then some #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu fic #haikyuu fic #ask #reynegades #thank you for asking.....ive been dying to make a fic rec post i just needed a push lol #fic

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willwriteforhugs · 3 years

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the boy in the bookstore (part one)

in which you meet a suspiciously handsome boy in your favorite bookstore- but are not cultured enough to know his true identity.

ateez scenario

yeosang x (fem) reader

word count: 1.5k

g: fluff, angst if you’re a sensitive bitch

warnings: none really, light kissing and possible innuendo in later parts

notes:

there are a few things that may turn inconsistent for you personally (aka the POV being american, bilingual, etc. nothing major tho!)

also: if you enjoyed this, i am 100% looking for requests. can be aus, scenarios, or whatever! (atm i can write for atz, skz, bts, and itzy)

happy reading!!

part one

the morning of november 12th is a dreary one. when you wake up, you have little to no motivation to go to work. it's a downcast, rainy day, and seoul looks as sad as it's probably capable of looking.

work is slow. you work on your current project, but writing today feels like this: you write out a sentence. then you delete it. and then you rewrite the exact same sentence. you do this for eight hours, and by the end of it, the air seems thick with your desire to leave.

as you leave the building, a few coworkers try to spark conversation.

“oh, y/n-ssi, you should come have soju with us later, we-”

“hey, y/n! do you want to-”

you don't let any of them finish. today had not been not your day. actually, when was the last time any day had been “your day?” you are exhausted, burnt out. you miss your family, who are busy living halfway across the world. you miss your father, long dead after a tragic accident when you were young. you miss the fleeting friendships of your childhood. you miss what it felt like to have someone greet you as you came home after a long day. you miss being loved.

as you begin your long walk home, a thought occurs to you. when had you last visited the bookshop? it had probably been a while since you’d seen mrs. seon… maybe you should stop by. after all, a trip to the 30 year old bookshop might brighten your mood.

twenty minutes later, you shuffle awkwardly through the front doors of “bookshop”, careful not to get your dripping shoes too close to the new releases. and yes, the store was called “bookshop”. in reality, the store had simply never been named, but everyone who visited it knew it as just the bookshop. you glance around, hoping to find mrs. seon, but she was nowhere in sight. that was alright though… more time to browse. you scrape the last bits of rain off your boots and wander towards the back of the store. this was your favorite part of the whole establishment, and that was saying something. the whole shop was filled to the brim with battered books- centuries old classics, modern literature, old journals of long dead men… and many of the books were not korean, but european or american. this was possibly the most diverse bookstore in seoul. you adore it. but the back of the store was especially amazing. this was where the seon family kept the american classics. authors like john steinbeck and f. scott fitzgerald lined the shelves, their colorful spines making a bold statement about the content within. most were old, beaten up copies, but many of them were in english- something you secretly love.

letting loose a small smile, you run your fingertips along the book spines. suddenly, you see a blur of movement out of the corner of your eye. you whirl around, swiveling your body to your left. and in front of you, not even six feet away, is a boy. a...a beautiful boy. you feel your breath catch. holy shit, he was gorgeous. pale blond hair frames a sharp, tanned face- the boy has sleek, judging eyes, and higher-than-god-himself cheekbones. for a moment you just stare. you can’t help it. but the boy doesn't look up. you lower your eyes again, shifting your attention back to the books. honestly, you aren't sure why you’d reacted like that. he hadn’t said or done anything. and though he is attractive, you are relatively uninterested. this is a bookstore, after all. this is where people came when they didn’t want to talk to people.

a few minutes pass quietly, and you continue to browse the books. after finally deciding on a collector’s copy of steinbeck’s east of eden, you look up again. and there he is. looking right at you. as soon as your eyes connect with his, though, his shoot back down to the phone in his hand. you blink, wondering if he needs anything.

another beat passes. he glances up again, and this time, you force him to hold your gaze, shooting him a small smile. you see his eyes widen slightly before you turn on your heel and head towards the front of the store.

by the time you reach the checkout counter, an employee is there to assist you. she smiles and makes small talk while bagging your new treasure, then sends you on your way. no longer thinking about the blond boy, you pull up your hood and leave to head home.

only a few minutes had passed since you’d left the store when it happens. you feel odd, like someone is watching you...at first you think you’re imagining things, but as you turn around, you are face to face with the boy from the bookstore. a small gasp escapes your lips.

“oh,” is the first thing he says.

you take a step back. "oh-uh," you stumble to find the right words. "hello."

without a word, the boy straightens his stance and reaches towards you. instantly wary, you take another step back. but his arm stops short. resting in his slim hand is a small brown wallet. wait- your wallet. you hesitate, then begin to dig through your shoulder bag. sure enough, the wallet is absent. you look back up into his brown eyes, startled by the intensity of his gaze.

"you- you dropped this." he says quietly.

his voice also startles you. it has a low pitch, but is painfully soft. it reminds you of something, but you don't know what.

"oh, wow. thank you so much," you manage, reaching for the wallet. as you take it, his long fingers brush yours; the lightest touch. his hands are freezing.

"your hands are so cold!" you remark, surprising yourself. talking to strangers in the street. what have you become, y/n?

the young man's pride must have faltered, and his ears turn an endearing pink color.

"it's getting cold out, you really should wear some gloves or something."

he raises his eyebrows. "you aren't wearing any either."

without missing a beat, you respond: "i run hot."

a smile plays at his lips. "well then, i guess i'll wear gloves next time."

up close, you notice he is even more beautiful than you had anticipated. he wears no visible makeup, and he has a big pink birthmark near one of his eyes. it's mesmerizing. by now, you've completely forgotten about your foul mood from earlier.

"by the way," he continues, still speaking quietly. "are you a regular at that shop?"

you pause. "i guess you could say so. i know the owners pretty well, too. mrs. seon is practically my mom here..." you chuckle.

he tilts his head. "what do you mean?"

"oh, it's just that my own family doesn't live here." you pause, and decide you need to elaborate. "i'm american."

his eyes widen, just the tiniest bit. "oh, are you? i wouldn't have known. your korean is amazing."

"well, it is my first language, so i'd hope so." you laugh a little. "but yeah, my family lives in america. i moved here when i was sixteen- i wanted to be an idol." you admit.

this seems to take him by surprise.

you continue without being prompted. "i was a trainee for a few years, but... it just.. it didn't work out. but when it was over, i realized i just couldn't force myself to leave korea. i love it too much."

he nods. "i think i know what you mean."

"so i'm just a student now. turns out i probably should have planned to go to school even if i had debuted... oops."

he nods again, his face remaining neutral and distant.

realizing how much you had just revealed, your body stiffens. "anyways. um, it was nice meeting you-" you pause. he hadn't told you his name.

"yeosang." he said, reading your mind. "my name is yeosang."

"oh. well, it was nice to meet you, yeosang, but i really should be going."

he hesitates, opening his mouth as if to say something. but he closes it and gives a small smile. "okay."

you give a small bow and turn to leave, but he catches you by the arm. "but wait, i want to know your name, too."

you glance back at him, into his eyes, which are shining with hardly hidden curiosity. "y/n." you say.

"y/n," he repeats, as if committing it to memory. "okay, now you can go."

and with that, the two of you parted, going back home to two very different lives.

edit: part two is up now. thank you for reading!!

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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The First of Many

Someone To Stay Ch. 10

Spencer Reid x fem reader

Content Warnings: *Mentions of alcohol/drinking

Y/N POV:

You roll over in bed to glance at your phone to see it's 11 AM. It feels nice to sleep in with no alarm. After putting on your glasses and slippers and finally dragging yourself out of bed, you stroll into the kitchen and pour a bowl of fruity pebbles. You put a music playlist on the TV to play in the background.

It has been almost a week since your talk with Spencer. As much as it hurt you to see him broken in that way, you felt honored that he trusts you enough to share that part of his life with you. Talking about trauma is never easy. You should know.

You think over some of the things you said to him. Spencer's entire job involves profiling people and reading every tone, every bit of body language. You are sure that he most likely noticed changes in you as you spoke about coping with trauma, but you're grateful he hadn't felt the need to prod you with questions. He had become your best friend here, but you aren't sure you're quite ready to bare the darkest parts of your soul to him.

Suddenly you hear a knock at your door, not caring if a neighbor or maintenance worker sees you in your pajamas, you stroll towards the door and swing it open. You rub your eyes under your glasses to make sure you're seeing correctly. Spencer is standing in your doorway, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up! I just assumed since it was 11..."

You wave, brushing off his comments. "Its fine, really. I actually wasn't asleep. I was eating a late breakfast though." You suddenly become very self-conscious, and its not just because you're in your pajamas. Spencer had seen you that way on the trip. You realize as you stand in your doorway that you're wearing a tank and tight fitting PJ shorts and your bear paw slippers. Your hair is a giant mess. You have no makeup on, which you usually relied on to conceal your less than perfect skin. You never really outgrew acne, even in your twenties. You were also in your glasses. Basically, you felt like a hot mess, somewhat like Princess Anna waking up on coronation day. Even though your movie nights had been casual, you always tried to be at least somewhat put together without looking like you tried too hard.

"Umm come in" You step aside as you cross your arms over your chest, your gaze staying on your feet.

"Sorry you had to see me like this. I thought maybe it was just apartment maintenance. I can go change real quick..."

A look of genuine confusion spreads across his features. "I don't understand. See you like what?"

You gesture to your entire body. "Like...this! I'm a complete mess, Spence." You try to keep your face down to conceal the redness growing on your cheeks.

Spencer shakes his head before letting out a small chuckle. You glance up, confused as to what about this he could possibly find funny. He better not be laughing at you, seeing as you are embarrassed enough as it is.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Silly girl."

Spencer reaches down and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. "You always look pretty."

The voice of Mama Cass singing Dream a Little Dream of Me fills the air between the two of you. There's so much tension and you don't know where it came from. Usually you're really comfortable with Spencer. But you definitely feel butterflies in your stomach as the two of you lock eyes.

You definitely can't hide the blush heating up your face now. It seems like he is just now processing what he's said and done because his eyes widen as you see his face turn red as well. He lets out a cough, breaking eye contact and staring down at his shoes as he begins to fiddle with his hands. Your gaze lingers on his hands for just a moment before you turn on your heel and head back towards the kitchen table to finish your cereal.

Spencer follows you, hesitantly, leaning against the kitchen counter. There are a few moments of silence before he finally says "I was at a coffee shop just one block over. I had something to ask you so I thought I'd just stop by."

"Like I said before, you are always welcome Spencer. So what is your question?"

"It's probably stupid. You are more than welcome to say no. I probably would if I were you."

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Wow you're really selling me on this, keep going."

"Well... the team they uh, well sometimes they go out for drinks. If I don't go along they never let me hear the end of it. I usually end up sitting b-by myself while they all head to the dance floor. I j-just thought...I thought maybe you might..."

Spencer looks up, surprised to see you smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

"I'd love to. It's been a couple weeks since I've seen everyone. And honestly I could use a few drinks myself."

A toothy grin slowly grows on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. He does this all the time but for some reason, today, you find your eyes staring at his lips a little too long after he's done this. Wow, he has really nice lips. Like reallyyy nice lips. How had you never noticed? I wonder if he's ever kissed anyone. He's in his thirties, surely he has. But he hasn't really spoken about past relationships. Then again neither had you.

You accidentally held your gaze on him while completely losing yourself in this train of thought. You are brought back to the present by Spencer calling your name. Your eyes quickly dart up to meet his as you realize just how far down the rabbit hole you had allowed your mind to go. You shake your head quickly, pushing these thoughts far away. It's hard enough to find a really great friend who will stick around that you can trust. You had no intention of screwing that up any time soon.

"Sorry! I'm really tired. I guess I just kind of zoned out there for a second." You quickly explain before returning to eating your bowl of cereal.

"Well I guess I should get going...I'll see you tonight?" Spencer starts to head toward the door.

"Wait! Why are you leaving?"

"Oh well I just though, well...I don't know. Are you saying you want to hang out?"

"You're my best friend here Spencer, of course I want to hang out!"

Before long the two of you had the Goblet of Fire ready to go on the TV with an array of snacks strewn across the coffee table. You noticed Spencer didn't sit on the far end of the couch this time. Instead, he sat almost on the middle. You decide to sit next to him, looking at him to make sure he's okay with it. He only gives you a smile, seemingly okay with this new arrangement.

By halfway through the movie, you had somehow ended up sharing one of your large fuzzy blankets and you had scooted close enough together that your head was on his shoulder. He hadn't said anything but you were fairly certain his breathing had changed as you'd done it.

The two of you had never been very touchy so you're not sure what had brought out this side of you today. Your thoughts start to wander again. Maybe it was the compliment he'd given you earlier. Spencer had never called you pretty, but hearing him say it gave you all kinds of nerves. You hadn't really thought about Spencer in that way. It's been years since you'd had a crush on anyone. You've forgotten what that even feels like. Surely that's not what this was. The two of you were just close. It's not like he'd ever be interested. He was a literal genius, an FBI agent, not to mention he was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. Why are you even thinking about this! You don't like Spencer. Geez Y/N, get it together.

After the movie ends, you sit up and look at Spencer. "Do you need time to go home and get ready or will you be ready to leave from here?"

"Oh, I think I'm ready. I can leave and come back if you like?"

"That's silly. You can just wait here while I get ready, unless you have somewhere better to be" you jokingly raise your eyebrows and shove his shoulder. He fakes like he's been hurt, causing you to giggle. Ugh, why are you giggling? You sound like a lovesick schoolgirl.

You quickly stand up and head towards your bedroom before turning around to Spencer. "You are more than welcome to and food and drinks you find, and you can look through and find something on the TV if you'd like."

You take a quick shower and throw on a robe while you fix your hair and make up. You pull out a curling rod. You had a balayage done to your hair earlier that year, so curls really did look best, making the dark to blonde even more blended. As you look through your closet, you decide to pick an outfit that will give you a bit of a confidence boost. You pull on a spaghetti strap snug fitting maroon, velvet dress. It's a little lower cut than you usually wear, but it comes almost to your knees, keeping you from feeling like you've exposed too much skin. The back dipped fairly low, with the top half of your back covered in a piece of lace. After slipping into some strappy black sandals, you look in the mirror and admire the way it accentuates your curves. You'd been blessed with more booty than chest, so luckily you don't have to worry about showing an inappropriate amount of cleavage around Spencer's coworkers. Your legs also looked even more long and slender than usual. Yep, this was the perfect outfit.

You check your makeup in the mirror once more. Dark lipstick with smoky eye shadow and long lashes. You did this for yourself. You liked being able to feel a little bit sexy every once in awhile. You weren't dressing for anyone else. That is what you keep repeating in your head, and you will keep doing that until you believe it.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stepping into the living room. Spencer is lying on the couch, reading through the book from your coffee table: Edgar Allen Poe's Complete Works. He's so entranced in the book, he doesn't notice you enter the room. Once he hears the clack of your heels across the floor he finally glances up and does a double take. Eyes wide, he opens his mouth to speak but just shuts it again. You can't help but think this was the reaction you had hoped for. Why were you dressing to impress Spencer? Maybe it's because he thought you were pretty when you were at your worst. You wondered what he would think when you put on your best. Based on the growing redness spreading from his face and down his neck, it's fair to say he liked what he saw. You could have sworn you hear him whisper a "wow" under his breath.

"I feel like I'm underdressed now." He finally speaks up.

"You look fine Spencer!"

"Fine? Fine can't compare with...with this!" He gestures to all of you.

You decide to play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just threw on a dress I thought would fit in with the atmosphere" You shrug. You want to tell him he looks more than fine. That he always looks fantastic, but you decide to keep this to yourself.

"There's nothing wrong with the way you're dressed, but if it bothers you that much I can help." You step forward and look him up and down, trying to figure out the best way to do this.

"You clearly know what you're doing," he laughs. "Go ahead."

"Ok first take off the sweater vest."

Spencer removes his black velvet-like blazer in order to remove a grey, patterned sweater vest. He's left in a dark purple button down with a matching tie, black slacks, and dress shoes.

You step closer and reach out to touch his tie, hesitating for a moment.

"May I?"

He nods for you to go ahead. You remove the tie and undo the top two buttons on his shirt. You then grab his blazer and help him to slip back into it. Lastly, you move your hand up to ruffle his hair a bit. You step back to take in the whole look.

"Well?" he asks.

You roll your tongue to the side of your mouth, biting on it as you try, very poorly, to hold back a smirk. You're impressed with your finished result.

He looks...hot. NO! Stop...nope. We're not going there. He's your best friend. That's all.

He must have noticed the way you've been eyeing him and the look on your face, because he is slowly turning a deep shade of red.

"See for yourself" you say as you lead him over toward a mirror.

After looking over his new appearance, he smiles. You can tell he feels confident like this. Confident Spencer is something you wish you saw more of. You're glad you could help him to see that he can be attractive. You wish he knew that he always has been.

"Come on pretty boy" you say, imitating Derek as you lead the two of you downstairs.

Luckily the bar is well within walking distance from your apartment. When you open the door to step outside the cool night air hits your skin, causing you to shiver a bit. You immediately feel a soft warmth enveloping your arms and shoulders. You look up to see Spencer wrapping his blazer around you. If any other guy had done this, you would certainly make assumptions, but Spencer was such a kind-hearted guy, you know he's only trying to be a gentleman. You give him a quick smile of appreciation as the two of you start to make your way to the bar.

When you finally walk through the doors, you make your way to a corner booth where you see some of Spencer's team...or your friends? You suppose they've really become your friends here. After greeting Penelope, Derek, and JJ each with a hug, you and Spencer walk up to the bar together to order drinks. Spencer orders water, which doesn't surprise you, but you've already decided that he needs a little help letting loose.

"Would you let me pick out a drink for you?" you ask, giving him your sweetest puppy dog eyes before he has a chance to shoot down the offer.

He sighs as though annoyed but his smile says other wise. "Fine, but go easy on me please."

"Two rum and cokes please, and make mine a double."

The two of you make your way back over to the rest of the group with your drinks. You listen to the four of them chat about some recent cases they've worked on. The topics don't bother you much, as you've always found that line of work intriguing. Since you're mostly listening, you finish your drink fairly quickly before Penelope speaks up.

"Enough work talk! I came to dance. Who's with me?"

Finishing your final sip, you slam the glass down on the table. You stand up to join her. "I'm in!"

JJ stands as well. "Alright, lets go, ladies!"

You hand Spencer back his blazer and look to him and Derek, waiting to see if they'll join.

"I'm feeling a little sore after that take down the other day. Maybe I'll join when I'm s a few more drinks in," Derek says.

"I'm okay for now." Spencer sees your hesitation when you realize he wont be joining. "Its okay though! Go and have fun." He gives a smile to let you know that he'll be fine. "Plus I have Morgan here to talk to for now."

"That's right, pretty boy!" Derek laughs as he throws his arm around Spencer, messing with his hair.

You laugh at the two as you turn to join the girls on the dance floor. You're grateful that those two have one another. Spencer is an only child and Derek seems to act in a big brother role. You know that it's good for him.

As you make your way to JJ and Penelope, the DJ is playing Now or Never by Tritonal. You are so grateful for a place that has good taste in music. EDM is just another one of many genres you enjoy. You and the girls are belting out the words together: "I'd rather have one night, than nothing foreveeerrr!"

As the beat builds you pick up your pace on the dance floor, giggling and dancing around with your friends. The beat finally drops and you're jumping and letting loose. You haven't had this much fun in a long time. Towards the end of the song, your gaze lands on Spencer. You notice Derek has left him to flirt with a girl over by the bar. He brought you along so he wouldn't be alone, and here you had left him. You make your way over to sit next to him after ordering two shots. You sit down next to him and slide his over towards him. He catches it as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"C'mon, you're gonna dance with us! I figure it will probably help if you drink to loosen up a bit first."

Spencer stares down at the shot in front of him, clearly questioning whether or not he should go along with this.

"You don't really have to, Spence. But I thought I'd at least try. I don't want you to have to be all alone over here. And I think you might actually have fun, if you gave it a chance. Plus, I can't dance at all! So you'll be fine as long as you stick with me."

This causes him to chuckle. He looks up at you. "Thanks, Y/N. I do appreciate it. I think everyone else has just kind of given up on asking me to join. But since you care enough to try I guess it's the least I can do."

"Woo! yes! Okay...bottoms up?" You look to him as the two of you clink your shots and down them in one quick motion. He seems to struggle a bit more after, since he doesn't do this often.

You hear Dirty Sexy Money comes on and your eyes light up with excitement. "Yes! This is a great song! Come on!" You grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.

You can tell Spencer is a bit unsure of himself still. You grab both of his hands and start to move him around, just trying to get him to loosen him. Both of you can't help but laugh. Neither of you are actually dancing well, just goofing off and having fun. Alcohol leaves you with more confidence than usual, so you're singing the song out loud, not caring who hears. You feel your confidence building even more. The problem with drinking is, you tend to get a bit flirty. This is usually directed at the nearest person, and it's usually the worst possible person. You begin to stop caring who's watching or how you're coming across. The song makes you feel sexy and you want to have fun.

Your dancing changes from silly to sexy as the chorus begins. You've got your hands in the air as you do body rolls. Your hips are swaying with the music. You're not sure how they got there, but before you know it your hands are wrapped around Spencer's neck. He looks so attractive to you right now. Your eyes stay locked on his as you sing the words of the song. You're feeling even more bold so you turn your back to him and grab his hands to place them on your sides. You shimmy down towards the ground and back up again. You feel him tighten his grip on you. You turn around to see a wide-eyed Spencer. His face is beet red and he's sweating despite not having danced much. You know that if this was bothering him, he would have walked away. The alcohol is keeping you from caring how this will affect your friendship afterwards. All you can think about is now. His words, his actions today, HE had made you feel confident and sexy. In this moment, you wanted him to know that. You're too buzzed and too busy taking in how good he looks to notice his eyes dart down to your lips, not so differently from what you had done earlier.

The thick tension in the air between you is quickly dispensed as the song changes. As Last Friday Night comes on, you pull Spencer over to the rest of the group on the dance floor, which now included Derek. The five of you end up singing and dancing around together, but you and Spencer can't help but stealing glances when the other isn't looking. Neither of you can forget what happened earlier. The other three share knowing looks.

As the night comes to a close, the group parts ways. Spencer opens the door for you as the two of you step outside to head back to your apartment. Most of the walk is made in silence. He passes his car outside your building and walks with you all the way back to your door. After unlocking it, you turn to him to say goodnight. Once again, your eyes land on his lips, one of his many wonderful features. You find yourself wishing you could kiss him, but your logic tells you this would not be a good idea at the moment. You are aware that your judgment is clouded. So instead, you pull him in for a hug. He buries his face in your shoulder as he whispers "Goodnight Y/N" next to your ear.

You rush inside and close the door before you have a chance to do anything you regret. After getting ready for bed, you are surprised to hear a small alert from your phone. It's a little late for anyone to be texting you. It's Spencer.

Spencer📱I had fun tonight. Thanks for making me try new things. :)

Y/N📱Me too! And good because I have a feeling that was a first of many haha

You fall into your bed, crawling under the covers. It feels comfier than usual, but you know it's because of how tired you are. You take in the feeling of the slick sheets against your skin and the warmth the blankets provide. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, remembering all the events of the night.

A/N: Thanks for reading this far! Y'all are awesome! Let me know what parts you like best!

Have a wonderful week loves 💖

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In My Dreams

This is a Soulmate AU. Inspired by Your Name. Specifically when they grow up. This will most likely have a part 2.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Some swearing, none

Eren’s POV

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always felt that something was missing from my life. However, I can never figure out what it is. Everything I do, everywhere I go feels incomplete, like there’s an ever growing void that grows as I become older. My friends like to joke, telling me that maybe I need a girlfriend, but for the life of me, no matter how many girls show their likeness for me, no one sparks my interest. I can find the girl cute and she can be telling me the best stories, but there seems to be a wall in my heart preventing me from developing any feelings towards her.

I sigh as I make my way into my small apartment, another day of job interviews filled with the same boring questions. I don’t know how long I can take telling someone what my strengths and weaknesses are, and if I work well with others. Of course I lie about that one. I’m not going to run my mouth telling them about the many fights I get myself into. I just hope to find a job soon, maybe that’ll kickstart whatever it is that’s holding me back.

As I take off my shoes, I realize how empty it feels here and how quiet it is. Maybe my friends are right. Maybe I do want someone to greet me and assure me that a better day awaits me. They can offer me some comfort, and they can tell me about their day, and I would gladly listen as they entertain me about their day. But will anyone do? Will I be able to do that with just any woman or does it have to be “the one.”

I lightly chuckle to myself as I think of such a cheesy thing. Is there really such a thing as a perfect match out there… a soulmate, how some like to call it, especially for someone as ordinary as me?

After putting on my comfortable clothes and ridding my body of that stuffy suit, I take out the ingredients for this evening’s dinner, and get cooking. I admit, I’m not the best, but atleast I’m not going hungry. Yet, no matter how many times I try to recreate my mother’s recipe I always come short.

I finish my dinner, wash my dishes, and head to bed, where I spend my last wakeful hours scrolling aimlessly through my phone, until I pass out from boredom.

I wake up with a sudden gasp, and tears falling from my face. Why? Who knows? I sit there on my bed trying to recall a dream, or nightmare that got me in this state, but nothing comes to mind. And nothing will come to mind as I glance at the clock and realize I have half an hour for my interview to start! Shit! It’s a 20 minute commute and I’m not even dressed!

I jump out of bed and rush to put on the same suit from yesterday. I brush my teeth, and splash water on my hair and face. Hopefully that’ll make me look refreshed. Breakfast is obviously not on the list, as I grab my bag. But, before I head out the door, I remember something from my dream. Black shiny shoulder length hair. I am frozen by the vivid image. This again. Who’s hair did I dream about? Do I know anyone with that type of hair? I keep dreaming of the same person, but to this day I don’t know who they might be, their face always comes up a blur.

I run into the first metro car I see, and pray that I make it to my interview on time. Damn it, I’ve got to stop making my interviews too early if I’m going to struggle making it there on time. How many do I have today? Three? And I still have to meet Armin for dinner. He lucked out being so smart and being recruited, rather than running around the city begging for a job.

I make it to my stop and run to the building. Okay, I can make it right on time, but as I’m about to enter, many people decide to exit. I struggle to squeeze myself in between the opposing people. Shit! there’s at least twenty people coming out. Come on, I’ve got to make it on time! Move! I push myself towards the building’s doors and try to gently shove the people out my way.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spot something familiar. Black hair! Like in my dream! My heart beat speeds up, and I feel a tug in the depths of my chest. Rather than making my way into the building’s awaiting doors, I find myself trying to get closer to the woman with the black hair. I can’t see her face, but I can’t explain it, I must get close to her. People keep bumping into me, several explicits aimed at me from them, but I could care less. I need to know if I know this lady.

I’m only a handful of people away from her, and that’s when it rains. Umbrellas go up in tandem and it’s now hard to know who’s who as they all disperse out of the building. And just like that I’m left wondering about who she is. Feeling strangely dejected I make my way inside the building.

Shit, the secretary is already calling my name. “Eren? Going once, going tw-” she says as I interrupt her. “I’m here! Sorry, for the tardiness,” I apologize. And she grimaces as she looks at the clock behind her, “Tardiness is not a good first impression,” she sighs, “Take a seat, they’ll call you soon.” I wince and take a seat and wait, trying to shake the thought of the raven haired mystery away.

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“How’d it go?” Armin asks across the table. “Let’s see, I was late for the first interview, I couldn’t answer the questions they asked me for the second interview, and I mispronounced the interviewee’s name in the third,” I say. Armin purses his lips as he takes a slow sip of his black coffee, “It might be the suit,” he says nonchalantly. I look down at my plain suit, “What’s wrong with my suit?” I gasp. “I don’t know, the color maybe?” he says. “What? The color?”

“It could also be your hair, you should cut it.” My hand instantly reaches for my bun. How could Armin say that when it took me forever to grow it out? “No, it can’t be my hair,” I say defensively. “It could be, it kind of gives you this bad boy image,” Armin says as he stares at my bruised knuckle. “First, of all,” I say, while pointing at my knuckle, “I got this defending you from those muggers!” “I told you to let it go and call the cops,” he retorts. I tsk in annoyance, and before I can say anything, Armin’s phone suddenly rings. When he sees who’s calling, he almost spits his coffee out.

He shakes as he quickly answers the phone, “H-hello, Annie! Yes, I’m Armin! No I haven’t eaten dinner!” he says nervously. I stare at his half eaten sandwich as he says this. “Of course I can do dinner, yeah tell me where,” I chuckle when he says the name of the restaurant we’re currently eating at. Armin hangs up and looks around the place nervously. “I have to leave and come back in ten minutes as if I just got here!” he freaks out. “Armin what’s this about?” I ask curiously.

“My coworker Annie wants to eat dinner with me! Me! Eren, I have to go!” he says and jumps out of his seat. Ahh, Armin, I see he found someone he’s interested in. I sit there and watch as Armin walks in ten minutes later, a petite blonde greets him, Annie, I presume. I would love to stay and watch his little date, but I am getting glances from the servers for spending too much time at the table. So, I decide to pay, and leave, but not before making eye contact with Armin and shoot him a thumbs up.

When I step out, I am met with pesky rain in this dark cloudy evening, and I groan as I remember that I don’t have an umbrella or a coat with me! I let out an annoyed tsk, and shove my frigid hands into the depths of my pant’s pockets to protect them from the awful cold and make my way home.

I am lost in thought when I feel the familiar, yet strange tug like when I saw the black haired woman when I was about to enter the building earlier. That’s when someone passes me. I turn to see who it is, but their umbrella covers them. Call me crazy, but the person falters too in this fleeting moment. I wait to see if something happens, but we both move on without another pause. And just like that I head to the empty apartment that awaits me. Why did I keep moving? What’s stopping me?

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That night I dream again. And she appears again-the one with the black hair. I don’t see her face, but it feels familiar, to my heart at least. “Eren!” she says in this soft, yet strong voice. I reach for her hand and ask for her name, and she grabs my hand, as her face becomes clear. “Wow,” I gasp, she’s beautiful. She’s got kind gray eyes, and a scar above her cheek. But before she can tell me her name, my alarm blares. “Argh!” I groan as I pound my alarm to shut up. “Who are you?” I ask and rub my eyes as I wake up for another uneventful day.

Again, I ride the train, my thoughts filled with ways I can answer the interview questions. Reminding myself to look approachable and smile a little, at least that’s what my father keeps telling me. I stare at nothing in particular, as the trains rides through the city. The same buildings, same streets, same me, on the same never changing route. I am distracted by my thoughts as the opposing train makes its way. I absentmindedly stare at the people in the train.

I see people of all ages. School kids heading to school, office workers dreading another day at work, mom’s with their babies holding them tightly against them. But then, I see her… black shoulder length hair, and like a lightning bolt striking my brain, I remember that I’ve seen her face before-where?

My dreams! She’s the one from my dreams! And she sees me too. Eyes wide open, mouth slightly falling agape, she presses her hands against the train’s window, and she’s gone.

I see the caboose of the train disappear and I uselessly press my forehead against the window as if I could go through it. I look around desperately and look at the map up ahead, I must get off at the next station. I don't know how, but I will find her!

I push my way through the people and jump off the wagon. I look at the signs above me, and just run towards a direction I’m not sure is correct.

I make my way through the unfamiliar street and I can’t explain this feeling, I just can’t. I don’t think about how foolish it sounds that I’m looking for someone from my dreams. And I don’t think about how this could all be in my head. I mean, why am I so sure she’s also looking for me!?

I spot a staircase and as I’m about to make my way down, I see her. She’s actually here and she’s so beautiful… We make eye contact, but she looks away as a light blush creeps to her cheeks. The awkwardness of the situation settles on me too, and I also feel shy.

What if this is a coincidence? This is stupid. She begins to make her way up the stairs, avoiding eye contact and I jerk my legs forward to go down stairs. Say something to her, Eren! Please! I make it to the last step, and I suddenly think about my life, and the growing void. I want to fill it up! “Excuse me!” I nearly shout, “Do I know you?” Are you kidding me? Am I really crying? I think about making a run for it, but then I see her tears, and her smile. I swear I could get drunk with that smile. “I thought so, too” she says with a cute smile on her face.

My heart is throwing a million somersaults at once when she says this. Her name, dumbass! Ask for her name, her hand even! No, reel it in, ask her for her name only. I take a breath and speak, but she also speaks, “What’s your name?” we both ask.

#Eremika #Eren x Mikasa #ErenxMikasa #aot fanfic #aot fanfiction #mikasa x eren #eremika au #I threw some armin and annie in there #enjoy!

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Remus’s Trip to the Grocery Store

notes: 3,582 words. originally posted to ao3 on august 22, 2020.

non-magical, modern au. first meetings, fluff, humor.

told in 5 parts, the first two happen at the same time but are told from different POVs, same for the next two, then part 5 happens only once.

4:26pm – 4:36pm: Remus

Remus grabbed a red grocery cart and pushed it forwards. He didn’t have a lot of items to buy today, since he was really only stopping for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow morning’s coffee, but the choice between lugging around a basket that increased in weight over time or leaning heavily on a cart that helped maintain a personal space buffer was a no-brainer.

He grabbed his list from his back pocket. Once an envelope containing unsolicited credit card advertisements, it was now a neatly folded rectangle bearing thin but neat cursive lettering, with items such as “bread,” “premade salad,” and “fucking caffeine.” In the middle of deciding which items to grab first, Remus looked up and suddenly locked eyes with a worker at the cash register, immediately forgetting the pros and cons of his most-recently proposed efficient shopping route. The worker was strikingly handsome. Remus took in his medium-length dark hair, blue-gray eyes, and prominent facial structure, before also realizing that he himself was (1) staring, (2) caught in the act of staring, as well as (3) blocking other customers from utilizing the easiest navigational pathway between the frozen foods aisle and the produce section: a triple grocery store sin.

Shaking off his stare-induced stupor, Remus returned to the task at hand: buying groceries and going home before rush hour, eating a moderately-healthy dinner, getting into bed at a reasonable hour, and then reading until 3am. As he compared the price per ounce between two different boxes of granola bars, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back to the worker. They look to be about the same age, he could also be a student at the local university. Remus wonders what his major might be, and if he prefers to sit in the front or the back of lecture halls, or if he ever skips classes altogether. Before he can decide if grocery-store-cashier-boy is a pen-and-pencil note-taker or a laptop note-typer, a woman’s exasperated “excuse me” comes from his side. Realizing he was blocking the cereal section with his cart, Remus made a hasty apology, before mentally cursing his lack of grocery store etiquette. Normally a champion of the unspoken grocery store rules, Remus determines that it must be the boy’s fault for distracting him. Mentally, he cursed him too.

4:26pm – 4:36pm: Sirius

Sirius flicked the switch under the counter, turning off the light above his cash register. He gave a sorry smile to the woman who had been walking towards his lane, basket in hand, before realizing he was temporarily closing the register. Sirius pointed her to his left where Dorcas was finishing a transaction with a mom and two small children. The smaller of the two kept tugging on the mom’s hand, and asking if he could dye his hair all the colors of the rainbow, like Dorcas’s undercut.

“Sure,” the mom said, laughing, “but only once you’re older.”

“I dyed mine years ago, when I turned sixteen,” Dorcas told the little family. “My parents were furious.” She handed the receipt over to the mom with a dramatic flourish, and offered the kids a conspiratorial wink.

“Hey!” Sirius stage-whispered, “stop corrupting the kids with your lesbianism!”

“It’s not like you’re a saint, with your gay-ass rainbow pin!” Dorcas laughed.

“The day I take off this pin is the day I break Effie Potter’s heart,” Sirius declared. “She was so excited to give it to me the day after Planned Parenthood tabled at her work.” Sirius’s voice trailed off at the end when he heard Dorcas return to her customer service voice, asking her next shopper if she had any trouble finding her groceries today. The rainbow pin actually meant a lot to Sirius, as it represented the acceptance and love shown by his adoptive mother, in sharp contrast to the biological mother who threw him out for his “lifestyle choices.” An additional perk of wearing it at work was that he could scan the groceries of complete strangers and not get flirted with. Except for the occasional man who was encouraged by the pin, but Sirius handled those occurrences on more of a case-by-case basis.

Sirius was clocking out for his break on the computer, when he looked up and saw a customer pushing a cart, wearing the thickest sweater he had seen in use all summer, and carrying a real-life paper shopping list. Sirius couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his face at the sight-- the whole combination was too endearing. His eyebrows shot up when the stranger lifted his head and looked right at him: he was gorgeous. In a very sweater-wearing, paper-grocery-store-list-making, probably-falls-asleep-while-reading kind of way, but still, gorgeous. The shopping boy broke eye contact first.

“Break break break break break!” James’s voice crescendoed as he hopped over towards Sirius’s register, before grabbing Sirius and squeezing just under his ribs, making Sirius jump and swat his hands away. Sirius is not ticklish, except for that one spot, which James annoyingly exploits on a daily basis.

James leaned over Sirius to use the computer to clock out as well, officially making them both free of work duties for the next twenty minutes. There was a break room in the back, but James and Sirius preferred to take their breaks at a closed register line, in the middle of the action, so they could continue to distract all of their coworkers. Sirius silently noted that their oddly-extraverted break-taking location would allow for an excellent vantage point, should the sweater-wearing boy want to make any more eye contact.

“So,” James began, drawing out the word. “Are you going to tell me who it is?”

“What are you talking about, James?”

“Who it is.” He repeated. “You keep craning your neck like a tiny little baby giraffe, looking all around the store. It’s precious. It’s endearing. Who are you looking for?”

“What? No one. Also, I’m not short.”

“Sirius. You are a very abnormally short little giraffe. Who is also looking for someone.”

“Oh my god, you are the most annoying person.”

“But I’m also three inches taller than you.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Dorcas, back me up here.”

Dorcas looked up from weighing a customer’s bag of apples, looked back down to her computer, and said “No.”

James cackled unnecessarily loudly. “It’s one of three options. Number one, you’ve done something wrong and are hiding from the authorities. Number two, there’s a shopper here who you don’t want to see. Number three, there’s a shopper here who you do want to see.”

Sirius tried to keep a sufficient poker face, steeling himself to ride out James’s upcoming monologue.

“Number one is the least possible option. As is common knowledge, Sirius Black is a trouble-maker, which I commend him for. However, he is also an excellent escape-artist. In recent events, Mr. Black has been known to assign the blame to others, even his own brother,” James paused for a dramatic gasp, “in order to avoid the responsibility of his actions. If there were an authoritative body present in this fine establishment, and Mr. Black was on his government-mandated twenty minute break per four hours of hard labor, which he is, then there would be no reason for him to remain in such a visible locale.” James paused theatrically.

Sirius bit his cheek to hold in his laughter; he didn’t want to give James the satisfaction. “Are you done yet?”

“No. Possibility number one has been refuted, but possibility number two is also dethroned by the logic of scenario numero uno. If you were avoiding a customer, you would go to the break room. Therefore, ladies and gentlemen…” James made a sweeping motion with his arms, looking in turn at Sirius, Dorcas, and Dorcas’s current customer, an elderly man who appeared to be either a wizard or quite unaware that Woodstock had ended and his hair had turned gray.

“I’m still not listening,” Dorcas added, although her customer evidently was, having now turned himself fully towards James.

“Possibility number three is the only answer. Mr. Sirius Black has his eyes on a customer!” James gasped and covered his hand with his mouth. The elderly/hippie/wizard customer gasped as well, though not as loud as James.

“James, there is no customer, I was literally just looking because I thought I saw a girl from class. But I don’t think it was her.” Sirius lied. He knew that James wouldn’t mind hearing about the gorgeous sweater-clad boy, and Sirius knew he would probably tell him all about their five seconds of eye contact once they were both at home later. But, Sirius also knew that given the opportunity, James would do his best to embarrass Sirius in front of someone Sirius found attractive. It was best to keep James away during first impressions.

“Liar!” James scrambled onto the table where groceries were bagged, and grabbed the handheld barcode scanner. Now apparently conducting an interview, he spoke into the barcode scanner as if it were a microphone. “Mr. Black, do tell us, who is the unlucky victim?”

Sirius realized that he wouldn’t be able to compete with James’s energy level today, so he decided to join him instead. Speaking into the faux-microphone with a deeper-than-usual voice, Sirius answered. “Well, Mr. Potter, it was a shopper, you see, who is simply adorable, and no further questions will be taken at this time.”

“A-ha!” James announced with glee, and flung the barcode scanner down. “So there is someone!”

Returning to his normal voice, Sirius laughed and offered, “yes, you were right, you are always right, and I saw a boy, but just don’t do anything and maybe I’ll invite you to our wedding eventually.”

“Wow, wedding bells already? Must be a rather dashing young lad.” James could read Sirius like a book, they were practically brothers, and he knew when Sirius was done with a joke. Hoping that he would get to witness an interaction between Sirius and the customer today, James mercifully changed the subject to their weekend movie plans.

4:37pm – 4:42pm: Remus

Ten minutes later finds Remus’s cart holding all of the items on his list-- with the addition of two non-list items: one bar of 80% cacao dark chocolate, and one small pack of green tea mints-- and en route to the cash registers.

Remus noticed that the boy is still at his register, but that he was now joking around with another worker-- a boy with equally dark but messier hair and glasses-- who appeared to be dodging erratic jabs of an uncapped sharpie marker and laughing. Remus momentarily considered avoiding them altogether, but since (1) they are the only register without a line, (2) Remus isn’t buying any weird groceries, and (3) is capable of casual grocery store chatter with someone attractive, Remus steered his cart towards them. Glasses Boy saw him first, and momentarily frowned before his eyebrows shot up into his curls. He poked Attractive Boy, who turned towards Remus and smiled, before turning back towards Glasses Boy to smack his arm. Remus is now close enough to read his name tag, which states Sirius, and is glad to be able to stop referring to him as “Attractive Boy” in his head. He also happily noticed the rainbow pin clipped under his name. The other worker’s name is James, but Remus wasn’t looking away from Sirius for very long.

“Did you find everything you were looking for today?” Sirius asked, as he quickly types something into the computer. His words may come from the same required script he uses for every customer, but Remus noticed that his tone sounded friendly.

“I did, thanks, how about you?” Remus returned, pleased at keeping his voice calm despite talking to the most attractive person he had ever seen. A beat of silence followed before he realized what he said, and immediately blushed. “I mean, wait, sorry–”

Sirius’s laugh is warm, and it feels like he is laughing with Remus instead of at him, somehow, before he leaned in conspiratorially and offered in a slightly lower volume, “You know, I think I did find what I was looking for.” His eyes remained on Remus’s shocked expression for another moment before he returned to scanning the groceries. Meanwhile, the other worker, James, groaned loudly and took a step backwards.

Now speechless, Remus felt his face get even warmer and was certain he was now the same shade of red as the cart. Could Sirius possibly be flirting with him? Remus knew he wasn’t unattractive, but he didn’t think someone like Sirius would show interest in him.

4:37pm – 4:42pm: Sirius

Now with only ten minutes left of their break, Sirius and James have covered all of the conversational topics available to them within the workplace-- they have updated each other on the happenings of their last two hours, exchanged weird customer stories, discussed the pros and cons of “double texting” the red-haired girl James met in his Anthropology class study group-- and have moved on to entertaining themselves by play-fighting. Naturally, it escalated in volume, and as their manager would say if he was actually on the floor, “obnoxiousness.”

James brandished the barcode scanner and waved it over Sirius’s forearm-- sleeve pulled up to display his constellation tattoos-- screeched a remarkably accurate “BEEP,” and proclaimed that Sirius was worth a total of ninety-five cents. In retaliation, Sirius uncapped a black sharpie marker, and began trying to draw on James. James laughed as he dodged the swipes.

Suddenly, James froze, and looked just beyond Sirius’s shoulder with a small frown. Sensing that their mayhem had finally become noticed by a manager or shift lead, Sirius capped the sharpie and began to draft the perfect story that would get himself out of trouble and throw James under the bus. He was pulled out of his lie-crafting when James poked him in the side, now looking mischievously excited.

Sirius turned around to see the cute boy from earlier, and smiled reflexively. The boy was pushing his shopping cart towards Sirius’s register, and Sirius realized that the boy must not know that his lane is currently closed.

“Oh, yes,” James whispered with glee.

Sirius smacked him and issued a simple warning grunt.

Sirius stole another look at the boy. Now that they are closer, he took in the warm hazel eyes and the few faint scars running between his freckles. Already ignoring the anticipated tormenting he will receive from James later, Sirius quickly logs back in to the computer to be able to ring up the boy’s purchases, despite still being on break.

Now that the boy is actually standing in front of him, Sirius is surprised to find that he is a little nervous. He’s always been a successful conversationalist, and a very effortless flirter. James always pointed out that roughly fifty percent of the annual Thanksgiving food bank donations come from Sirius’s customers. Looking for something to say, he blurted out the first thing he could think of.

“Did you find everything you were looking for today?” Sirius quickly cursed himself for sounding so boring.

“I did, thanks, how about you?” The boy answered, and Sirius immediately loved his voice. He had the timbre of an audiobook narrator. “I mean, wait, sorry–”

Sirius’s laughter interrupted him. Deciding to double-down on the flirting to make up for the fact that he opened with a line about groceries, he put the charm back on and leaned forward just a bit. “You know, I think I did find what I was looking for.”

James groaned loudly and took a step backwards from the grocery bags, but Sirius knew he was still listening intently.

4:43pm – 4:50pm: both

“Is your name actually Sirius?” Remus blurted out. Sirius looked surprised, but Remus spoke again before he could respond. “No, it’s a cool name, I really like it actually, but I work in a coffee shop on campus and sometimes I steal someone else’s name tag because my name is Remus which is kind of a weird name but I just realized that I’m rambling so I am now going to stop talking.”

Sirius smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Remus. I like your name too.” Time paused as their eye contact held, and small smiles began forming. The moment ended when James started making gagging noises, empty grocery bags in hand.

“Bye James! Your grocery bagging skills are no longer required.” Sirius said, shoo-ing him away without looking away from Remus. “Good luck with that girl who won’t text you back!”

James smiled mischievously as he began to make his way towards the previously unused break room. “Good luck with your foot fungus, Sirius! Don’t forget to apply your poultice at the top of every hour!”

Sirius shook his head before returning to Remus’s groceries. “You said you work in a coffee shop on campus? Which one?”

“Oh, it’s the UCenter Caffeine House.” Remus is pleased to have successfully said one sentence to Sirius without butchering any social or conversational norms.

“Are you a student then?”

“Yeah, I’ll be a Junior this fall. Are you also a student there?” Remus hoped his question didn’t sound too excited.

Sirius beamed. “Yeah, I’m going into Junior year as well actually!”

“Oh cool, what are you studying?” Remus asked.

“Philosophy. But I’m thinking about adding an Education minor because I’ve been thinking about becoming a teacher.”

“That’s awesome! I’m studying Psychology, but minoring in Education because I want to work in elementary schools.” Remus thought briefly of his seventh grade guidance counselor, Ms. McGee. “I hope I can help people the way that I was helped.”

Sirius paused his scanning, holding the green tea mints in the air, and looked up at Remus again. “That is really powerful to hear. I owe a lot to the psychologists that worked in my schools while I was growing up.” Remus was pleased to hear that Sirius is appreciative of his path, but also that he seems to actually value therapy and social work. “These mints are so good by the way, I just eat them like candy.”

Remus took advantage of the available lighter conversation topic. “Oh good, they reminded me of one of my favorite drinks at work! It’s a blended matcha mint tea. Although I usually add some chocolate sauce to mine.”

Sirius laughed, now scanning the dark chocolate bar, “Sounds like it matches your shopping cart items. Maybe I’ll have to come try this matcha mint drink, when do you work next?”

Now it is Remus’s turn to smile. “I work a closing shift tomorrow! So I’ll be there starting at 4pm, but the baked goods are half-off after 5.”

“Sounds like I’ll see you at 5 then, Remus. Will you be wearing your own name tag?” Sirius asked innocently.

It took Remus a half second to realize that Sirius was referring to his earlier embarrassing ramblings about his name. Not one to be out-done, even by ridiculously attractive grocery store workers, he replied with his own faux-innocence. “Yep, and if you’re coming right at five o’clock will you need to apply your foot fungus poultice at the shop? We have a bathroom inside.”

They both laugh, and Sirius can’t help but feel warmer, as if somehow this boy walked into the store and ended up talking to Sirius for a reason. They maintain a comfortable eye contact, before Sirius decides he should complete the transaction, having long ago finished ringing up Remus’s groceries.

“Did you want a plastic or a paper bag for these? My bagger seems to have returned to his break.”

Remus pulled out the compact folded reusable bag from his pocket. “Oh, I brought my own actually.”

“Perfect,” Sirius said, and they both began placing Remus’s items inside.

“Wait,” Remus interrupted, “did you say return to his break? Are you on break right now?”

Sirius sheepishly pointed up to the box above his register. Compared to the other lanes with workers, it is not illuminated. “James and I usually take our breaks out here, um, because we like being, uh, a part of the action?”

Remus’s face fell. “I feel so bad for making you work during your break; I didn’t realize your lane was closed, but, you were too nice to say anything. Although the thought of you wanting to stay on the floor during your break makes my introverted soul shudder.”

Sirius laughed, “No, don’t worry, I would have told you I was closed if I didn’t want you here.” Remus smiles in response. “But,” Sirius said, drawing out the vowel, “my break did end while we were talking and I should probably start ringing other customers up.”

“Oh, yes, of course, let me stop distracting you.” Remus picked up his bag of groceries, and took a step towards the exit. “It was nice to meet you, Sirius, and sorry again about interrupting your break.”

Sirius looked up from his station, and despite having already turned on the “Lane Open” sign, called out again. “Wait, Remus, um, your receipt!”

“Oh, I don’t need it, but thank you–” Remus was cut off by Sirius handing it to him, their fingers brushing for just a second.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 5!”

“Yeah, see you!” Remus smiled as he walked out of the store. His smile grew even wider when he unfolded the receipt to see a phone number scribbled in black sharpie.

#halictus #halictus-writer #wolfstar #fluff #first meetings #modern au #non-magic au #short writing

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deja vu

I’m sorry for being so inactive but heres a decently long Spencer x reader because I’m obsessed with Spencer right now. Also I wrote about half of this on my phone so if there are grammatical errors I am sorry. Also I’ve never seen this gif of Spencer so that’s why I put it. It doesn’t really have anything to do with the story.

Warnings: a little angst but fluff ending

Word count: 1.8k

“I love you, Y/n,” Spencer confesses.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.” At those words, Spencer gently connects his lips to yours. You respond with a kiss, equally soft. Almost as if you’ve been waiting for this moment for years, you deepen the kiss and card your fingers through his hair. Spencer’s experience surprises you as his mouth lowers to your neck. The soft kisses on your neck cause you to moan. Missing the sweet taste of his lips, you guide him back to your mouth and lean into him. Unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer-

Snapping out of your dream, you pant heavily as you try to get your bearings. “You did not just have a dream about Spencer,” you think with your head in your hands. Spencer Reid. Your nerdy coworker who you only see and will always see as a brother. He’s your brother, right? Then why did that dream feel so right? Even the imaginary feeling of your hands in his hair felt good. Oh and his lips. Just the thought of them made you melt. You didn’t realize you spent so long sorting out your feelings until your usual alarm goes off. You turn it off and force yourself to get out of bed. You slip out of your pajamas and hop into the shower. Stepping out of the shower, you went through the rest of your morning routine, going through the motions, still distracted by your confusing feelings. Did you like Spencer in that way?

Walking into work, the first person you saw was, of course, him. Before he could try to talk, you pulled out your phone and pretended to be deeply invested when you walked briskly past him. You could feel his confused and maybe even hurt, look on his face as it burned on your back but you urged yourself to carry on. At your desk, you searched for the drawer that held your piled-up paperwork, from all the impromptu cases. Unfortunately, Spencer sits across from you and it took all your effort to prevent yourself from gazing up at his adorably concentrated face.

When you felt your strength diminishing, you popped up from your chair and walked to the bathroom. You go to the sink and wash your hands obsessively.

“What’s wrong with you and Spencer?” a voice asks you. Startled, you jump back and turn to see JJ.

“Nothing’s wrong, J.” you reply shakily, trying to sound convincing but knowing she could read through your lie.

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Y/n” she pleads patiently.

“Nothing, everything is fine!” you snap. Slack-jawed and taken aback by your sudden rise in temper, JJ starts toward the door. You quickly apologize,“I’m sorry, JJ,” Sighing, you continue, ”I’ve just had a bad day. I didn’t mean to lash out.”

JJ softens and responds, “It’s okay. Just know that if anything’s bothering you, you can always talk to me.” She gives your arm a soft squeeze before leaving the bathroom. You sigh at the thought of dealing with your inner conflict about Spencer and walk out of the bathroom.

Strolling to your desk, you find Spencer staring at you, causing you to quickly look the other way as casually as possible. When you sit down, Spencer opens his mouth to speak when you pull out your phone and dial a number. Luckily she answers immediately and you ask, “Hi, Erica, Do you want to go to lunch?” After a couple moments, you reply, “Okay, great! I’ll see you in half an hour.” You hang up and quickly go to your paperwork. Hoping Spencer would get the message that you were busy, you continue your work.

When twenty minutes of silence pass, you set down your pen and close the case file. Before Spencer could get a word in, you pop out of your seat and grab your purse. Turning your back to him, you exit the BAU which leaves Spencer less confused and very much hurt.

You arrive at lunch early, so you get a table and wait. Only a couple minutes pass before your friend sits across from you. “Now don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for finally getting lunch. But why, today? Whenever I try to set something up, you turn me down for Spencer.” You involuntarily cringed at his name. She picks up on it and asks, “Is there something wrong with you and Spencer?”

“No, it’s nothing.” you deny vehemently before she could dig deeper.

But it’s too late since she begs, “Please, Y/n, I’m your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong. Also, you can’t keep anything from me.”

Finally giving in, you sigh, “Fine, I had this dream that Spencer and I were together.” Erica raises her eyebrow, still not understanding the weight of the situation. “The thing is, I liked it. The entire day, I thought it was just the dream, but now I realized I do like him, but I don’t think he likes me back.”

“Why not?” she asks in a motherly tone.

“Because Spencer’s not like that. He doesn’t develop little crushes. He probably just sees me as a friend.” you convey sadly.

Erica rests her hands on yours and assures, “Y/n, you are the smartest, funniest, most beautiful girl I know. And by how much you talk about him, I know Spencer likes you.”

“You really think so?” you ask uncertainly.

“I know so. Besides, even if I’m wrong. it seems like you and Spencer have a strong enough bond that you can overcome it.” Erica affirms.

Entering the BAU, you had a new burst of energy since you knew what you had to do. You were playing through how you were going to tell Spencer when you saw him talking to a new agent. At first, you tried to brush it off as friendly conversation, but when she not-so-subtly touched his arm, you couldn’t deny it. Strolling back to your desk, you couldn’t deny the damper their conversation put on your mood. You didn’t have enough time to recover as Spencer sat down in his desk.

He started, “Hi Y/n,” But before he could finish your name, you whirled your chair around to fave your computer, which ultimately caused him to stare at your back, quieting him. A part of you felt bad and knew that you should be mature, but you couldn’t help it. Whenever you looked at him, you thought of his soft lips passionately kissing yours. And whenever you heard his voice, you couldn’t help but hear: I love you.

Being the newest agent on the team, you luckily had the least amount of paperwork to catch up on which allowed you to finish quickly. After turning in the files to Hotch, you grabbed your purse and headed out.

In all the goodbyes, there was one you heard distinctly. “Bye, Y/n.” his voice cut through the others like a blade. To prevent starting anything with him, you wordlessly wave goodbye as you open the doors. Entering the elevator, you see everyone still working, but him. Spencer’s staring at you and even from the distance, you could see the hurt in his eyes. You thought of running out of the elevator to hug him, but your feet couldn’t move and the doors closed.

Spencer’s POV

“Why was Y/n ignoring me,” Spencer inquires to himself as he stuffs his things into his bag “Did I do something wrong? I mean, she didn’t even want to eat lunch with me. Or she coincidentally wanted to go to lunch with her friend. Maybe I’m reading into this too much,” he mutters.

“What are you talking about, kid?” Morgan questions confusedly as he nears the doors out of the BAU.

“It’s just that Y/n has been ignoring me all day,” he explains. “I feel like I did something wrong, but I don’t remember what.”

“Maybe you should ask her,” Morgan suggests offhandedly as he texted Savannah on his phone.

“B-but I can’t.” Spencer stutters.

“Why not, kid?” Morgan shoves his phone into his pocket, suddenly interested in Spencer’s situation.

“No, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not that.” Morgan raises his eyebrow, prompting Spencer to elaborate, “I just, I don’t know what I’d say.”

“Just ask if she’s okay.” Morgan advises and as he starts to walk away he mutters, “I’m sure it’d land a date with her.”

Spencer snaps his head up and asks,“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, see you Monday, Spencer,” Morgan tells and walks into the elevator so Spencer couldn’t see his sly grin. Spencer looks at Morgan suspiciously as the elevator doors shut. He grabs the last of his things and leaves, knowing what he had to do.

Your POV

Hours after leaving work, you hear a knock on the door. It was too late for any delivery, so assuming it’s a neighbor, you swing open the door. Unbeknownst to you, a sad, worried Spencer stood right in front of you. “W-what are you doing here?” you stutter.

“I’m here to ask what’s wrong. You’ve been acting weird all day,” he asks with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m fine, j-just go home before it gets too late,” you try to convince him. You keep avoiding his eyes until Spencer finally had enough. As he steps into your apartment, he grabs you by the hand and makes you face him. A gasp uncontrollably escapes your mouth, causing you to look down. Spencer places his other hand under your chin and makes you look him in the eye.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s wrong.” he pleads desperately. You see the hopelessness in his eyes and you break.

“I- I’m sorry Spencer. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, b-but I had this dream about you a-and we...we were” you couldn’t let it out. You couldn’t bear to actually say the words so you release his hand and walk further into your apartment.

“What did we do?” Spencer asks patiently, closing the door as he follows you inside.

“W-we were saying we loved each other. Then we s-started kissing which turned into making out a-and I’m sorry, Spencer, I didn’t know I-I thought about you that way, but I don’t know anymore a-a-and I’m sorry because I care about you too much to ruin our friendship because of this. So let’s just forget about it.” you ramble almost incoherently.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Spencer comforts while rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“What?” you ask quietly, tears still glistening in your eyes.

“It’s okay because,” Spencer sighs before confessing, “I like you, too.”

“Y-you do?” you stutter, not believing what you were hearing.

“I was scared that you found out and that was why you were avoiding me,” he admits honestly.

You soften and apologize, “I’m sorry for ignoring you all day. I guess I was afraid to ruin our friendship.”

“Don’t be b-because,” Spencer stutters. “I love you,” he confesses.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid imagines #criminal minds imagine

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traveller-lover-dreamer · 6 years

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Ballerina, pt 7

Yas, so here comes part seven of Ballerina.

THANKS AGAIN FOR THE MOODBOARD @theblxefox YOU ARE AMAZING I LOVE YOU!!! I have troubles with the size though so if anyone knows how to fix it hit me up!!

Summary: Ever since Y/N Y/L/N has become a spy, she has been working alone to get to Nikolai Sakharov, a Russian criminal. Little did she know that her mission was about to change everything she thought she knew about her life.

Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

Pairing: Spy!Harrison Osterfield X Spy!reader

Words: 6310 (how the hell did it turn so long)

Warnings: swear words, also there’s almost a smut but yeah you’ll see. Also, mention of sexual slaves

Your POV

You woke up to the sound of something drizzling. For a moment, you tried to go back to sleep, but then the smell got to your nose. Bacon. You opened your eyes slowly, glancing toward the sound. Your eyes met the bare back of Harrison. His muscles were moving underneath his skin as he was cooking breakfast and you watched from afar. Perhaps it was the smell, but your mouth suddenly started watering.

Harrison turned around and you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander up and down his frame. He looked hot. Of course.

“Good morning”, he said. “Hope you like bacon.”

“Yup”, you replied with a sleepy voice.

Harrison laughed as you sat up on the couch. Did he really have to wear his sweatpants so low on his hips?

You winced from pain as you realized you had slept fully dressed. Which means you had slept with your twenty knives in your pants. Not the most comfortable thing in the world that I can tell you.

“Are you okay?” asked Harrison, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah, perfectly fine, just slept on my knives and although your couch’s comfortable, they aren’t.”

He chuckled. “The breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, if you want to take a shower here you can.”

“Uh, yeah, well, I should go in my apartment, my stuff’s there”, you stated.

He nodded his head. “Be quick.”

You got up from the couch and walked to your apartment. A cold shiver went down your spine as you remembered that two men had died on your carpet the day before and you quickly made your way to the shower. You showered and changed into clean clothes. Most of your stuff was in the bag in Harrison’s car, but you thankfully still had a pair of pants and a black t-shirt.

When that was done, you walked back to Harrison’s apartment. You hesitated in front of his door, wondering if you should knock or get in and you finally decided to go with the second option. You opened the door to see Harrison placing some plates on the dinner table.

“Right on time”, he said, flashing you one of his smirks.

You grabbed your computer before joining him at the table. As you sat in front of your plate, you opened your computer with the fingerprints recognition system. To your surprise, you saw that your software had found traces of a spyware in it. You had no clue how Tracy managed to get around your passcode and the recognition system and you couldn’t help but to be impress.

“She did install a spyware in my computer”, you told Harrison. “But I don’t understand how she could get around my passcode and recognition system.”

“Well, she has always been good with computers”, stated Harrison.

It still didn’t justify how she could have gotten in your computer, but something else came to your mind.

“Did you know her?” you asked.

“Well, we worked together”, answered Harrison.

“No, I mean like, did you know her personally?”

Harrison looked at you for a moment and you saw he was hesitating to tell you something. But what?

“I went on a date with her, not so long after I started working for the MI-6”, he admitted. “But it never went further than a single date.”

There was what seemed like a painful skip in the beats of your heart. You were jealous. Dead-ass jealous.

“Why not?” you asked.

“I preferred not to because we were colleagues”, answered the boy. “It isn’t professional to date your coworkers.”

You nodded your head. He was right, dating a colleague could be a pain in the ass if things didn’t go well. But did he consider you as a colleague?

It took you approximatively ten seconds to process the thought you had just had. Were you into Harrison? Yesterday morning you still hated him, what the hell was going on with you?

“So, what can you do about the spyware?” asked Harrison.

You were glad he had asked because you didn’t like where your thoughts had been going a second before he had talked.

“Actually, not that much. She’s hidden it with some code and it would take me too long to decipher it”, you admitted. “I’ll get rid of the computer and get a new one.”

A teasing smirked grew on Harrison’s lips. “I thought you were better than that, Miss Know-It-All.”

You hit him in the shoulder. “Shut it, Harrison, I’m still better than you are.”

He shook his head. “Nah, darling, I’m the best.”

“Are you serious?” you asked.

He laughed. “Only half serious.”

You sighed deeply, discouraged with his childish ways.

“Whatever”, you said. “I have to call our marine.”

“Go for it, I’ll clean up the table”, Harrison said as he got up and gathered the empty plates.

You took your cellphone. At least Tracy didn’t have access to it. You shut your computer off before dialing the marine’s number. You weren’t going to risk being filmed or recorded by Tracy’s spyware.

You heard the tone once, twice, thrice before the man picked up the phone. For a moment you had been scared he wasn’t going to answer.

“Bravo Romeo India Golf Hotel Tango Oscar November”, you paused for a moment. “Tango Oscar November India Golf Hotel Tango.”

“Roger that”, answered the marine before hanging up.

You raised your head to look at Harrison, who had stopped moving and was staring at you.

“What?” you asked as red crept on your cheeks.

“You know the Navy Seals alphabet? Is there seriously something you don’t know?”

You laughed. “Haz, I’ve trained for seven years before becoming a spy, I know a lot of things. They taught me everything they thought could be useful for a spy.”

“Makes sense”, he replied. “So what’s happening?”

“We’re leaving tonight”, you told him. “We got to get to Brighton before the sun sets.”

“It’s not even a two hours ride, we have plenty of time”, he said.

“I know, but we should get to Brighton as soon as possible.”

You didn’t want to admit to him that you were in fact scared that other men were going to come to kill you like they had yesterday. If you left the city, they wouldn’t know where you were and you would feel safer.

“Yeah, of course”, agreed Harrison. “I’m ready to go!”

On that note you both got up and walked to the door. Harrison grabbed his computer before you left his apartment and then you got to his car. You sat in the passenger seat as he was putting the computer on the backseat before he climbed in the driver’s seat.

The radio was playing as Harrison drove and you both sat in a comfortable silence. You even dozed off at some point as the song “No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande played on the radio.

Harrison’s POV

Harrison couldn’t help but to smile softly as Y/N was sleeping, her head resting against the window. She looked lovely as she slept and it was making him feel warm.

Since Harrison had no idea where to go in Brighton, once they arrived to the city, he said her name softly to awake her. He felt bad to do so, she looked so peaceful, but he didn’t really have the choice. Thing is, she didn’t wake. He put his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently.

Y/N woke up suddenly and she hit Harrison on the forearm. Hard. He winced in pain.

“I’m so so sorry, are you okay?” she apologized profusely.

“I’m fine, don’t worry”, he lied even though he could feel his heart pouncing where she had hit him. “Now I know to never wake you when you’re asleep.”

She laughed and apologized again.

“It’s okay darling, it’s okay”, he reassured her. “But now that you’re awake, where are we heading?”

Y/N guided him toward their meeting point with the marine. It wasn’t even noon and they weren’t going to cross the Channel until the sun set.

“What should we do?” Harrison asked as he stopped his car on the side of the road, in front of what seemed like small hotel.

“Maybe we could try to find what Sakharov is up to?” Y/N suggested. “I know he doesn’t use his old server anymore, but maybe he’s got a new one.”

“Good”, Harrison said. “I’ll book a room in the hotel so we won’t be bugged.”

Y/N nodded her head. They got out of the car and as Y/N gathered their stuff (well, Harrison’s computer and her bag), Harrison walked in and booked the room.

The girl joined him as he was paying for the room and then they made their way to it. It was a small room but at least they could see the Channel through the window. Y/N sat on the bed, cross-legged. Her hair fell around her face and she mindlessly put a strand of hair behind her ear. She was so nonchalantly beautiful, it made his heart beat faster in his chest. And it was bad. Knowing her secret, he knew he shouldn’t have feelings for her. Also, they were partners, Harrison didn’t date his partners or coworkers. But he couldn’t help it, she was just so… beautiful.

“Okay so, I’m going into the dark web now”, she told him. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go”, Harrison replied as he sat on the bed next to her.

Much like its name said, the dark web was a dark place. Y/N seemed to know her way through it and soon enough they were navigating through a sexual slave auction site. Harrison felt a cold shiver running down his spine. This part of society disgusted him. He couldn’t understand how fucked up some people were to sell actual human beings only to sexually please other people.

“That’s him”, Y/N suddenly said as she stopped on a post. “He’s going to throw an auction for some girls tonight in Paris.”

Harrison realized that they weren’t going to be there on time to stop him from selling the girls. He felt sick for a moment.

“You look like you’re going to be sick”, Y/N stated. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, this just all sickens me”, he answered.

“You work for the MI-6 and that sickens you?” she said.

“We won’t be able to save them tonight”, he replied. “That’s what sickens me.”

She looked at him for a moment before saying:

“We could save them, Haz. We could tell the authorities in Paris about this. The only thing is that Sakharov’s not going to stay in Paris a minute more if he knows he’s been compromised.”

Harrison knew that. Didn’t make it easier.

“But what if he stays? We could save so many lives.”

Y/N stayed silent for a long time. He could see in her eyes that she was considering telling the authorities.

“Think about it that way”, she finally said. “If Sakharov leaves Paris, it will take us a long time to find him again. Which means he’ll have plenty of time to sell a lot of other girls. If he leaves Paris, a lot of other lives are going to be in danger.”

“I understand that”, Harrison said. “Doesn’t make me feel any better about it.”

“You can’t save everyone, Harrison.”

“I can try.”

Harrison felt angry. He felt powerless and he hated it. He wanted to save the girls, he wanted the world to be a better place. For Peter. But there was nothing he could do and he knew it.

“Once we will have caught Sakharov”, Y/N softly added a minute later, “you could work on disassembling sexual slaves organization.”

Harrison watched as Y/N seemingly struggled to find something to say to cheer him up.

“Or maybe you could…” she began.

“It’s okay”, Harrison cut her with a sharp tone. “Let’s just stop talking about this.”

Y/N seemed hurt for a moment and Harrison wondered if he had been too harsh. She looked away from him, to the computer screen, but he could see something was troubling her.

“I’m sorry”, she eventually said. “I’m shit at all of this.”

Harrison furrowed his brows. What was she talking about?

“Maybe I know a lot of stuff, but I surely don’t know how to interact with people. It doesn’t help that I never had any friends growing up.”

“Wait no, it’s okay, Y/N, I didn’t mean to be harsh”, Harrison said.

He didn’t want to make her feel bad. She had been so nice since yesterday, why did he have to fuck it all up by being harsh to her?

“No, seriously, Haz, I suck at this, I know”, she said with a small voice.

Well, he definitely had hurt her. Crap.

Harrison put his hand on her knee and he felt her tense underneath his touch.

“You don’t, you’re actually a really nice girl, Y/N”, he told her with his softest voice.

She raised her head and her eyes found his. Harrison’s heart skipped a beat. He looked at her lips and then back at her eyes. He wanted to kiss her. Definitely wanted to kiss her right now. But he felt as if it would be taking advantage of her vulnerability and he would never do that.

He looked away, toward the window, and took a deep breath to calm his thoughts.

“Thank you”, she finally said as she put her hand over his. “For saying that.”

He looked back at her and smiled softly. They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other, both wondering if the other felt the same way, until Y/N looked away.

“So”, she said as her cheeks turned red, “we’ve actually found Sakharov’s new server.”

Harrison’s gaze went to the computer screen.

“See”, she pointed at the screen. “I can retrace his IP address.”

She proceeded to do so. It took a while, but eventually the IP address appeared on the screen

“It’s his”, she said. “I could hack into his computer to see what he’s planning to do in the next few days.”

“I’m impressed, it didn’t even take you fifteen minutes to do all of this”, Harrison said.

“You’re easy to impress”, Y/N joked. “Give me an hour and I’ll hack into his computer.”

As Y/N started to do that, Harrison decided to go grab some food. He took his time, knowing he had to process everything that had just happened with Y/N.

He was impressed about how she had changed since yesterday morning. She had turned all soft and vulnerable and even though it was better than her angry self, he didn’t like it. Well, in fact, he did like it. A bit too much. It was going to be hard for him not to catch feelings for her. Knowing who she was, Harrison couldn’t let himself fall for her. He had to keep his distance. If he got too close he wouldn’t be able to keep her identity a secret. And she couldn’t know, it’d be too risky.

Your POV

You sighed as you looked through what you had found again. Nothing really interesting. Sakharov hadn’t put anything in his schedule since the auction night back in London, so there was nothing to find. It seemed as if he didn’t really use his computer anymore, except for posting ads on the dark web.

You shut the computer screen and sat back against the headboard, rubbing your temples with your fingers. A headache threatened to take over your mind.

Harrison came back with what seemed like Chinese food. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were but when the smell hit your nose, your stomach gurgled. Harrison put a bag in front of you and then went to sit by the window. Ignoring you totally. You looked at him questioningly, but then shrugged it off, taking the bag and eating the food.

Once you were done, you turned around to check the time. It was only 2 PM, the marine wasn’t going to be there before 7 PM.

“Do you want to watch something while we wait?” you suggested.

Harrison looked at you and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, why not, I don’t mind”, he said.

“Good.” You grabbed the remote of the TV and opened the TV. You then searched for something good to watch and found an old movie. You focused on the movie, trying to ignore the burning of Harrison’s eyes on your profile. At one point, you couldn’t anymore and you turned your head to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, sorry”, he apologized.

But then he got up and sat next to you on the bed. The sudden proximity caused your heart to skip a beat. Your hands started to feel clammy and you dried them on your pants. You then put your right hand back on the bed. Directly on Harrison’s hand. You quickly put your hand on your thigh, but Harrison chuckled.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a low-voice.

Your heart started to beat extremely fast as you nodded your head.

“Yeah, perfectly fine”, you mumbled.

You focused on the movie again, trying to ignore the fact that Harrison’s hand was mere centimeters away from your thigh. You felt hot. You had never felt like that before. It wasn’t hot as if the temperature was too high, it was hot as if the only thing that could refresh you was Harrison’s hand on your thigh. But it was still centimeters away and there was nothing you could do about it. You sighed deeply and suddenly, Harrison moved his hand. He put it on your thigh and sat closer to you, his arm pressed on yours.

Your cheeks turned red and your breathing got caught up in your throat. What the hell was going on and why was it making you feel this way? Harrison started rubbing your thigh with his thumb and you looked at him. He ignored your gaze, his eyes staying on the movie. You looked back to the TV screen and tried to concentrate on the movie. But it was hard now that Harrison was touching you.

You both didn’t move an inch until the end of the movie. Harrison got up to go to the bathroom while you stayed on the bed, trying to calm the beats of your heart. He stayed in there for a long time, long enough for you to start another movie and when he came back he had a red tint on his cheeks. You wondered what he had been doing but as soon as the possibilities came to your mind, you shut them out. Those thoughts were dangerous and you knew it.

Harrison sat back on the bed, far enough not to touch you this time.

“Do we really have the time to watch another movie?” he asked.

“We won’t have the time to finish it”, you answered”, but we still can watch a part of it. We should get to the meeting point around 6:30 to make sure we don’t miss our man.”

“Alright”, Harrison replied, and then you both fell back into a comfortable silence.

When the time finally came for you to get to the meeting point, you shut the TV and grabbed Harrison’s computer.

“We’re bringing this”, you told him. “We need to go get the rest of our stuff in your car too.”

“Wait, are we leaving my car here?” Harrison asked.

You nodded your head. “I know it sucks but we don’t have the choice.”

Harrison sighed. “It’s okay.”

You made your way to his car and grabbed your bags. You then walked to the meeting spot. It was 6:45, but you recognized the marine in the distance. His small boat was tied up at an equally small dock and the marine was standing beside it.

You walked to him, Harrison behind you.

“You didn’t say there was someone else with you”, the marine said when you stopped beside him.

“I’ll pay you double”, you told him.

A wide smile spread on his lips.

“Then, get in, get in”, he said welcomingly.

You both climbed in the boat and sat in the back as the marine got behind the wheel. As soon as the boat started to move on the water, you felt bad. As if something bad was going to happen. You had felt that way too last time, but you had reason: the storm. This time, the sky was clear and there was almost no wind. Nothing to be worried about, right?

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Harrison said, a smirk on his lips. “Are you afraid, love?”

You looked at him and he must have seen something in your eyes because he immediately apologized and said:

“It’s going to be alright.”

He put one of his arms around you and held you close. Somehow, it made you feel safe, so you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder.

As the boat sailed toward Dieppe, you enjoyed the fresh wind, breathing in the scents of the water, a mix of salt and fish. The sun was slowly setting in the west and the view was beautiful. The sky was painted with gold and red and it truly was the most beautiful sunset you had seen in your life. Not that you often watched the sun set.

When the boat finally stopped, the moon had risen in the sky and tiny little stars were beginning to appear over your heads. You got out of the boat and you took your purse from your bag. You opened it, took enough money so the man wouldn’t talk and gave it to him.

“Thank you”, you told him. “If I ever need you again, I’ll give you a call.”

He nodded his head and left, waving goodbye as his boat disappeared in the dark.

“So what do we do now?” Harrison asked.

You turned to look at him. He seemed even more handsome than usual thanks to the silver glow of the moon.

“We should get to Paris”, you answered.

“And how are we going to do that?”

“We could call a Uber”, you suggested.

Harrison laughed. “A Uber?”

“Well yeah?” you said, wondering what made him laugh.

“It’s just weird”, he explained. “We’ve been super secretive of our moves and now you want to rent a Uber.”

“Well, nobody knows where we are, so it doesn’t matter.”

Harrison nodded his head. “Okay, I’ll call one. It’s going to be expensive though.”

You smiled your brightest smile as you took your bag off your shoulder and opened it to show him it was mostly filled with money bills.

“Money is not a problem, Haz”, you said.

He looked at you with questions in his eyes. “Why do you have so much money with you?”

“Why not?” you answered.

Harrison chuckled. “Okay then, I’m calling our Uber.”

He proceeded to call the Uber, which arrived fifteen minutes later. It was around 8 PM and it took two hours to get to Paris from where you were.

When you were sat in the car, you rested your head against the window. You wanted to sleep before arriving to Paris, knowing you weren’t going to sleep for a long time. Because the minute you would arrive in the city, you were going to start looking for Sakharov. Perhaps you would even arrive on time to save the girls.

Sadly, you didn’t feel sleepy one bit. You weren’t able to sleep at all during the two-hour ride. You looked over at Harrison, who was looking through Instagram on his cellphone.

“Can’t sleep?” he said as he glanced at you.

“I’ve slept more than enough already today, I guess.”

He laughed. “That’s true.”

You fell back in silence and you took your own cellphone to go through your social media. Well, you didn’t have a lot of social media, only one. Tumblr.

You eventually arrived in Paris, after a long day of moving around, and the Uber dropped you in front of a small hotel. You walked to the reception and a lovely lady greeted you.

“Bienvenu!” she said.

“Merci! Une chambre pour deux, s’il vous plait”, you asked her.

“Pour combien de nuit?”

“Une semaine”, you answered.

You waited as the lady searched through her computer for an empty room.

“Voilà. La chambre 202 est vide, elle est au deuxième étage, deuxième porte à droite.”

You thanked her and took the keys that she was holding out for you. You gave the keys to Harrison as you were paying for the room.

“Bonne semaine à vous et votre petit copain”, the woman said.

Your cheeks started burning as you thanked her before taking Harrison by the arm. You walked quickly to the elevator, still feeling extremely embarrassed.

“I didn’t understand a single thing that has just happened”, Harrison told you, chuckling. “Why are you so flustered?”

“Oh nothing, nothing, really”, you stuttered.

“Sounds like a lie”, he laughed.

“Well, she thought we were dating”, you admitted. “But we’re just partners, you know?”

“Relax, it’s okay”, Harrison said. “You got to admit that it looks like we are though.”

You glanced at Harrison before looking away. Your heart was beating out of your chest just at the thought someone believed you were dating him.

“I guess”, you replied. “Anyways, I booked the room for a week.”

Harrison nodded as you got out of the elevator and walked to your room. The boy unlocked the door and you walked in. That’s when you noticed there was only a single bed in the room. And no couch. You felt flustered all over again as you realized you would have to sleep with Harrison.

You dropped your bag on the bed and sat beside it.

“So, I say we start looking for Sakharov tonight”, you said.

“Do you know where he sells the girls?” Harrison asked.

You wanted to say yes, you wanted to tell him you could save the girls but you in fact had no idea where it was. Sakharov never mentioned it, only his clients knew where it was.

“No, we’ll have to look for it”, you told him.

He gave you his computer.

“Do your magic”, he said.

You chuckled as you opened the computer. Harrison sat next to, a bit too close, and your cheeks turned red again.

You searched for any clues about where Sakharov could be but you only found the same ad you had found earlier today. You hacked in his computer again, faster this time because you had did it this morning and you remembered how to do it. You tried to locate his computer but you found nothing.

“I swear I’ll find him”, you said.

“We’d need access to the satellites”, Harrison stated.

“With my computer we would have been fine”, you said. “I’ll need to ask my boss to give your computer access to them.”

You contacted your bosses with your cellphone, but they didn’t answer. You called again, refusing to give up even though it was getting late. You decided to send them an email (your email address was on a safe server only your bosses had access to) and you shut your cellphone, putting it on the bed next to you. You now had to wait for them to reply.

“What should we do now?” you asked. “Is there anyone you know that could help us?”

Harrison nodded. “Yeah, Tom could help. But Miss Frost is his mother, I don’t know if we should risk it.”

“If my bosses haven’t answered tomorrow morning, we’ll contact Tom and ask him for his help.”

“What should we do now? Wait?” Harrison asked.

“Well”, you began, “I guess we could sleep.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess”, Harrison replied.

You looked behind you, remembering there was only a single bed.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel tired at all right now”, you said.

In fact, you felt pretty awake. More awake than you had ever been in your life. The perspective of sleeping with someone, with a handsome man at that, was going to keep you up all night and you knew it.

“We can watch a movie”, he suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

You got up from where you were sitting on the bed and put the computer down on the night table. You walked around the bed to sit on the other side, your back against the headboard. Harrison opened the TV and then joined you against the headboard. Why did he have to sit so close to you?

The movie began as Harrison’s arm was a little over an inch away from yours. A few minutes in and the gap had been closed. Both you didn’t know who had moved first but soon enough your head was on his shoulder and his hand was on your thigh. It came naturally with him, you almost didn’t feel as shy as you had felt before. It was just the way it was supposed to be. Well, that’s what your heart told you. And right now, said heart was telling you a lot of things. A lot of crazy things.

Harrison started rubbing the inside of your thigh and your breath got caught up in your throat. You put your hand on his forearm, your fingertips slowly grazing his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. You started to feel hot again, much like you had did during the afternoon. But this time there was nothing to stop the both of you.

Harrison’s hand went up your thigh, his little finger touching you in a place you had never been touched before, and then it went back down your thigh. You looked over at him and you met his gaze. His eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite decipher and before you knew it, he crashed his lips on yours. This was unexpected. Totally unexpected.

You had never thought your first kiss would be like this. In a hotel room in Paris with a man you barely knew. You weren’t going to complain though, it felt so… good.

Harrison’s lips moved against yours, a bit rougher than what you had expected at first. He moved from the headboard, which interrupted your kiss long enough for you to open your eyes before he kissed you again. It was soft, but needy and you felt heat building down in your core. Your heart was beating faster than ever and every second that was passing made the kiss feel needier. You needed him just like he needed you.

You slowly sank in the mattress, Harrison’s lips never leaving yours. You were now laying on the bed, Harrison hovering above you. His hands were under your shirt, caressing your skin. He pulled away and you whined, sitting up as he took off his shirt. You touched him, amazed by how perfectly toned his chest was. Your eyes went over his frame and then you gazed at his face. He was panting, much like you did, and he seemed tortured. Like if he wanted to do something but knew he shouldn’t. And even though you knew you shouldn’t do anything with him, you couldn’t help it. You wanted him right now and nothing was going to stop you.

You put your hand on the back of his neck and kissed him again. His hands were in your back, supporting you a little, as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You followed your instinct and parted your lips, his tongue finding yours. He tasted good, better than anything you had ever tasted in your life.

One of your hands was on his cheek and you slowly brought it down to caress his chest, to feel his muscles in your palm. Harrison bit at your bottom lip. He tugged at your shirt and you pulled apart from the kiss long enough for him to take it off of you. He threw it somewhere in the room before pushing you gently so you laid back in the bed. His lips found the skin of your neck and he left burning kisses in the sweet spot under your ear. He sucked at your skin, which you knew was probably going to leave you hickey, but you didn’t mind at all. If he wanted to leave some marks on your skin, to show everyone that you were his, then you were going to let him do so.

He kissed you all along your collarbone and then he went back to your mouth. He kissed you gently before pulling apart. You tried to pull him back in but he resisted. You opened your eyes to look at him.

“What?” you whispered.

Harrison sucked in a deep breath before saying: “Are you a virgin?”

Yes, you were. Of course you were. You felt ashamed of it as you were convinced it was going to push him away.

“Yes”, you softly said.

Harrison sat, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry Y/N, you deserve so much better than this.”

Your heart ached in your chest. You just stared at him for a moment until you found the courage to tell him: “It’s okay, I understand.”

He got up from the bed and took his shirt, which he put back on. You watched as he left the room, your visions blurry from the tears you felt forming in your eyes. You took a deep breath to calm down. You weren’t going to cry because of a man, you were stronger than this.

You shut the TV before changing into your PJs. Harrison hadn’t brought his stuff so you were sure he was going to come back soon enough. You just hoped you were going to be asleep when he’d be back. It’d be way too awkward to face him after what just happened.

Harrison’s POV

Harrison couldn’t believe what he had just done. Why the fuck had he kissed her? He felt so embarrassed. She was his partner, he didn’t do such things with his partner. But why was she so attractive? It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t resist.

He felt bad too. And ashamed. He had stopped because she was his partner, not because she was a virgin, but the way it had all happened made him look like an asshole. Perhaps he was. He swore underneath his breath as he remembered the softness of her skin under his hands. This was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake.

And now he had to go back to the hotel room they shared, to sleep in the same bed as her, as if he could do that without doing anything else. Why was he so attracted to her? Even if he knew her secret, he was still attracted to her. She was like a magnet and he was too fucking weak to resist.

He hoped he hadn’t hurt her too much, he hoped it wasn’t going to be awkward with her now. It had been so nice the day before, why did he have to fuck everything up by kissing her and then leaving like the freaking coward he was?

Harrison walked aimlessly for what seemed like hours, a storm going on in his head, but at some point he felt extremely empty. And tired. He slowly made his way back to the hotel, to the room he shared with her, hoping with all his heart she was going to be asleep.

He opened the door slowly and when he saw the dark room, he knew she was asleep. Which made him feel better somehow. Maybe when they’ll wake tomorrow they could act as if nothing had happened. That led to Harrison wondering if he had to apologize. He mentally cursed himself. Of course he had to apologize, he had acted like the worst fucking div in the world.

He sat on the bed, but then he felt bad again. He couldn’t sleep with her, he had been a huge fucking asshole and she deserved so much better than him. Harrison took a pillow from the bed and laid down on the ground beside the bed.

Sleep didn’t come easily to him and he woke up early the next morning, to the sound of Y/N packing her stuff in her bag.

“Where are you going?” he asked with his sleepy voice.

The girl looked startled as she spun around to look at him.

“I, uh, I…” she stuttered.

Then, Harrison understood. She wanted to leave before he woke.

“I’m sorry”, Harrison apologized. “What happened yesterday should have never happened, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched and she stared at him for a moment before saying: “It’s fine.”

It totally wasn’t fine and Harrison wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that.

“No, it’s not, I acted like an asshole, like a huge fucking div”, he said as he got up. “I don’t know why I did that and I wish I could take it back so it never happened.”

Y/N looked hurt for a split second, but then she smiled a small smile and said:

“Let’s put this behind us and find Sakharov.”

Harrison nodded his head.

“My bosses gave your computer access to the satellites, so we can find him there”, Y/N softly said. “And we can look for him in a recognition system that they also gave your computer access to.”

“Great”, Harrison replied. “Let’s do this.”

And although they had said that they would put what happened yesterday behind them, Harrison could tell that Y/N was acting differently. She didn’t smile at him the way she had did before and he couldn’t stop cursing himself mentally for it. Why did he have to be such a fucking div?

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thundersstruck · 6 years

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Boxes- Alex Nylander

A/N: time to hurt everyone’s hearts I was originally gonna make this Jack but decided to change it because we love a Swedish soft boy shoutout to @lakingstrash for supporting me and my life because we are literally the same fucking person. This is based off the song Boxes by the Goo Goo Dolls (in true Buffalo fashion omg) each set of lyrics is a memory k cool thanks and all of the chorus lyrics are the same memory just spread out...

Requested: Nopeity nope

Warnings: probably the usual swearing and fluff, an okay plot but poorly proofread

Word count: 1596

Gif credit: @foegele (akdnakdb there’s a lack of Alex gifs)

Enjoy!!

Third person POV (narration??):

Alex and (Y/N) walked into the ball room, both wearing huge smiles and the rings that they exchanged just an hour ago. Alex’s teammates and family cheered and so did (Y/N)’s as they walked. (Y/N) clad in her dream wedding dress and Alex a suit, the jacket having little Sabres logos on the inside. To Alex, (Y/N) was a queen, even without the dress and to her she was her king. The stood hand in hand in the middle of the dance floor as the melody of the song for their first dance as husband and wife started. Memories come flooding back to them both with every word.

“I need a family to drive me crazy

Call me out when I'm low and lazy

It won't be perfect, but we'll be fine

Cause I've got your back, and you've got mine

You got mine”

“Alex!! Babe?” (Y/N) yells as he enters their shared apartment. “Yes my love?” Alex responds “I can’t wait to start a family with you to call you out for the fact that you don’t do your dishes in the morning or put your laundry away.” She says peaking her head out from the kitchen. “Hey! We just got engaged and I didn’t have time.” He defends himself as he joins (Y/N) in the kitchen. “Didn’t have time my ass.” She chirps at him “I didn’t! I was running late to morning skate. Why are you like this?” He teases while wrapping his arms around her waist. “Because I love you and I have keep you accountable” She says looking up at him. “Ah yes keeping each other accountable is something we have to do now.” He says looking down at her. “Yes and we have to have each other’s backs, through everything.” She hums kissing his cheek. “I’ll always have your back my love.” He says kissing her head “always.”

“We'll have tiny boxes for memories

Open them up and we'll set them free

There'll be bad days and some hard times

But I'll keep your secrets, if you keep mine”

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Alex asks “No I’m not okay. My coworkers suck, I stepped in a puddle this morning and I’ve had a terrible migraine making me feel like I’m going to vomit all day.” (Y/N) huffs as Alex pulls her into his arms. “Oh my love it sounds like you’ve had a bad day.” “Yeah I have, I want to just sleep for six years.” (Y/N) says making Alex laugh. “You can’t sleep for that long baby. How bout instead we take a bath together and then just cuddle?” Alex suggests. “That sounds amazing Alex.” (Y/N) starts “Alex can you keep a secret?” She asks him. “I’ll always keep your secrets.” He says “good because I really fucking hate my coworkers but don’t tell them.”

“You are the memory that won't ever lapse

When twenty-five years have suddenly passed

Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go

Your love's the one love that I need to know

Your love's the one love that I need to know”

Alex was nervous to say the least, he was purposing to (Y/N) and didn’t want to mess anything up. He really loved (Y/N) and wanted to marry her, so he planned it all out to be perfect. They walked along the bridge at Cannalside (ANDBAKSB this is a place in Buffalo) while the sun set in the background. Alex suddenly stopped on the bridge. “Alex what are you doing?” (Y/N) asks seeing her boyfriend on one knee holding a box with the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen.

“Take my picture and then you laugh cause I hate the way I look in photographs

Keep your memories, but don't live the past

I'm looking forward to the best days we will have”

“NO ALEX DELETE THAT!!” (Y/N) yelled chasing him through the backyard of his teammates house. “No you look cute! So content and peaceful sitting in the grass.” He says “I don’t look cute at all!” She yells. “I’m keeping it because you look cute and now it’s my lock screen.” He says as he sets his lock screen as the picture he just took. It was a good picture of (Y/N), the sun setting in the background of the photo while she sat on the grass watching it contently. “Just wait till we do stupid shit together, when we’re married. Those will be the best memories and you’ll barely remember this.”

“You are the memory that won't ever lapse

When twenty-five years have suddenly passed

Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go

Your love's the one love that I need to know

You are the sun in the desolate sky

And your life's in these words and it can't be denied

Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go

Your love's the one love that I need to know

Your love's the one love that I need to know”

“(Y/N) I’ve loved you since the day I met you outside at that development camp. You’re sweet and funny and amazingly talented. You’re so beautiful and it amazes me everyday. You support me in everything that I do and come to all my games. I know it’s not a perfect relationship because of traveling and work and the minuscule fights that we have over what to put on a pizza or what to do over the weekend but to me it’s perfect because you’re there. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your shower singing and welcome home kisses. You’re the light of my life, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. What I’m trying to say is, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) will you marry me?” He says causing (Y/N) to tear up. “Yes alex I will marry you” She says as he slips the ring onto her finger and pulls her in for a gentle and sweet kiss.

“You can cry away all your complicated memories

That keep you up so many nights

But darling save your apologies

Cause I know that you're scared, but I swear you'll be alright

I swear you're alright

You're alright”

“Alex I miss you so much.” (Y/N) cries while FaceTiming Alex who’s out of town for a roadie. “I know you do baby, I miss you too. But I’ll be home soon, I promise.” He says “soon isn’t soon enough I want you home now.” She whines causing Alex to chuckle a bit. “Baby you’ll be alright, I’ll be home before you know it.” He says as some of his teammates call him as the game is about to start. “I’ve got to go, I love you.” He says “love you too, score a goal for me!” (Y/N) says with a soft smile. “Will do baby, will do.”

“When the answers escape us, when we start to fade

Remember who loved you and the ones who have stayed

Cause my body will fail, but my soul will go on

So don't you get lonely

I'm right where you are”

“Do you Alex, take (Y/N) to be your wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish till death do you part?” The officiant asks Alex “I do.” Alex says. “And do you (Y/N) , take Alex to be your husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish till death do you part?” The officiant asks “I do.” She responds, looking Alex in the eyes with a wide smile. “With the power invested in me in the State of New York I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” The officiate says and Alex practically lunges at (Y/N). He grabs her face in his hands and places his lips on hers as everyone cheers. He pulls away momentarily for air but then dips her and kisses her again causing the cheers to become louder. The grab each other’s hands and walk down the aisle with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“You are the memory that won't ever lapse

When twenty-five years have suddenly passed

Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go

Your love's the one love that I need to know

You are the sun in the desolate sky

And your life's in these words and it can't be denied

Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go

Your love's the one love that I need to know

Your love's the one love that I need to know”

So here they are, now a married couple swaying to the song that played in the room. “Alex, we’re married.” (Y/N) whispers “yes we are.” He whispers back kissing her lightly. “I’m so happy with you.” She says placing her head on his chest. “And I’m happy with you, that’s why I asked you to marry me.” He says. “I’m glad you did because I don’t know what I’d do without you.” (Y/N) says looking at him in the eyes, while hers filled with tears. “Don’t cry.” He says whipping the tears and she laughs “these are happy tears I promise.” She says as he starts to cry happy tears too.

#hockey #nhl #thundersstruck masterlist #buffalo sabres imagine #buffalo sabres #alex nylander #hockey imagines #hockey drabble #hockey one shot #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl drabble #nhl one shot #nhl fanfiction #alex nylander imagine

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beanwaitingforya · 7 years

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Daisuga Art Students AU Part 2

*drops this here quietly* I still don’t have a name for this halp? Inspired by @priintaniere‘s CUTE ADORABLE ART

Part 1 Here and Part 3 Here

Note: This is from Sugawara’s POV, more notes at end, and this is pretty much unedited whoops, all mistakes are mine

Sugawara Koushi does not have crushes. He's had a few flings, to be sure, but nothing ever serious. Nothing that ever made his skin burn with excitement or had him dancing on his toes. He maintains this stance when his friend visits him at his part-time job working at the campus library. He's sitting at the front counter, doodling on a scrap of paper while he waits for someone to check out books, when Yaku Morisuke barrels inside. He leans against the tall desk, just barely able to rest his arms on the counter. "Suga, you would NOT believe what Kuroo said, I can't even - Hey, you're drawing that guy again!" Yaku stops mid-sentence to point at Suga's latest doodle, not much more than the back of a head and a well-defined back. Suga absentmindedly erases a bit, then thickens a few lines. "What?" "You know, muscles guy. You're always drawing this same dude. Anyway, will you listen to this? Kuroo said he'd wait for me after practice, but ditched me for Kenma again, the bastard -" Yaku kept talking but Sugawara wasn't listening. Muscles guy? Who was he even talking about? He supposed the dark-haired man he was currently drawing looked a bit familiar, but that wasn't too surprising. He flipped over the scrap of paper to some doodles he had done at breakfast and sure enough it was the same guy, dark, closely cropped hair, wide shoulders, and muscles. He was still admiring the biceps he had drawn when Yaku's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. He tugged on Suga's sweater and pointed over his shoulder. "Hey, is that the guy? The one you've been drawing for weeks?" he hissed. Two guys with oversized art portfolios and messenger bags had just walked in, claiming a large table by the small corner cafe. One was tall, wearing a long coat, and had long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The other was wearing a dark beanie and navy hoodie. They had their backs to the counter, but looked strangely familiar... "What, the tall one with the longish hair? No, that's not the same guy-" Long-haired dude sat down while the other guy dropped his bags, taking off the beanie and ruffling his hair. As he turned to stand in line for the cafe, Suga finally caught a glimpse of his face. "It's him," Suga whispered. Sawamura Daichi, the subject of his sketches, was standing in line for coffee, just twenty feet away. "Yaku, stop staring!" Suga hissed. "Oho, he's pretty good looking. You should tell him to join the volleyball team, I'm sure Kuroo and Bokuto would enjoy that. That other guy is pretty tall too." Yaku ignored Suga to contemplate the stranger's ability. "We could use a few wing spikers-" "Yaku, cut it out, go home or go study!" Suga scolded. He was saved by a girl with an armload of books. "Shoo, I've got work now, Yaku!" He smiled at the girl while delivering a chop to Yaku's head. She looked slightly alarmed, but quietly handed over her mountain of books while Yaku sulked out the front doors. Sugawara was absorbed in scanning, so he didn't notice a familiar figure in line until he stepped up. "Hey, Sugawara. Didn't know you worked here," Daichi said quietly. A soft, gentle smile appeared on his face, and Suga was taken by surprise. He seemed much more...serious, the last time they were paired together for drawing class. Daichi handed over a few large books, then stuffed his hands into the large pocket of his hoodie while he waited. "Oh, you remember me! It's been a few weeks, huh? Yeah, this is my part-time job." He took the books from Daichi to scan. "It's a pretty easy job, and I can do some work if it's really slow here. These are over-size, so make sure to bring them back in two weeks to return or renew, instead of the usual four, okay?" He stamped the card on the inside of each book.

"Yeah, sure. How often do you work here? My friend, Asahi, will probably drag me back to study for the art history exam later this week." Daichi gathered his books as Sugawara finished scanning them. "Uh, just a couple of days a week. My next shift is on Saturday though, same time. I have that exam too! You must be in the Tuesday-Thursday class, right? I'm on Wednesdays and Fridays," Sugawara replied. "Yikes, that's a late shift," Daichi chuckled. His eyes crinkled, and Suga got the sudden urge to sketch the little smile lines on Daichi's face. Suga shook his head, partly to rid himself of the feeling, and partly to answer Daichi. "Well, if you're free, Asahi and I will be studying here all week, you're welcome to join us. He complains that when we study at work we always get flour over our stuff." Flour? "Ah, I'll take you up on that!" Another person began walking up with an armload of books, but Suga didn't want the conversation to end. He scribbled his contact information on a corner of the scrap paper he had hastily stuffed under a textbook and handed it to Daichi. "Just shoot me a message whenever you're planning on studying. Sorry, I should help..." his voice trailed off. Daichi looked over his shoulder, eyebrows rising when he noticed a line forming. "Ah, sorry, for keeping you. I'll let you get back to work, Sugawara." He turned to leave, but Suga called out to him one more time. "Just Suga is fine!"

He was hushed by three impatient people in line, his coworker at the desk beside him, and his conscience.

He spent the rest of the evening putting books away, checking books out for people, and sneaking glances at Daichi, and wondering why in the world they had flour at work.

Scratch that last part, he couldn't even believe his staring was subtle at all, he was just incredibly lucky that Daichi was intent on passing his art history exam. He had given up on scribbling on his small scrap of paper, so he dumped out a few sketchbooks from his bag, putting back the ones used exclusively for class. Computer graphics was a spiral bound, black cover that he slid back into his bag. His art history notebook had normal notes so he stuffed that one back into his bag as well. He finally selected a plain brown flip book, the size of a paper back and opened it to the first few pages.

Shit, Yaku was right. Sure enough, the pages and doodles all starred one Sawamura Daichi. How did he even manage to draw him this much when they barely saw each other even with one shared class? Why had he drawn his hands so much? As he flipped through page after page, Suga's heart sunk. I've got it bad, he thought. Real bad.

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Suga had spent his precious few nights off attempting to study at the library with Daichi and Asahi. Attempting because as much as he tried to study, he just ended up doodling Daichi's smile, Daichi's hands, Daichi's neck, and Daichi eating a granola bar. He adjusted his scarf and his notebook, angling it slightly in his lap as he settled into a large plush chair. They had chosen a quiet corner of the library after Asahi had said the cafe smelled too much like work - apparently the two worked at a bakery down the street.

They hadn't realized he spent the whole time sketching, so Suga figured it was fine to continue...discretely.

But he hadn't anticipated Daichi asking to see his work himself. Asahi had just gotten up to get another coffee when Daichi had slid his chair over to Suga's. Suga quickly flipped the page, covering a doodle of Daichi's ankle, only to find another of the back of his head. Shit, really me? His face colored slightly as he shut the notebook completely.

"Hey, Suga." Daichi whispered. Suga looked up, cocking his head to the side with a tentative smile.

"You might as well call me Daichi, Asahi does anyway." Suga let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "And, this might be a bit forward of me, but well-" Daichi rubbed the back of his head, why was he so damn cute all the time? "I'd like to ask you something, if it's okay." Suga nodded, but he had a bad feeling creep up his spine. Suga knew what Daichi was going to ask.

He knew and was still sweating. He ran a hand through his messy hair, prepared to come up with an excuse, any excuse, but he was still drawing a blank. Daichi was going to see and realize he had the biggest crush on him, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He already felt the heat creeping up his neck, and Suga clutched at his scarf, clenching his teeth so hard he swore he could hear them rattling.

"Suga, could I see your sketchbook?"

Bean says: omfgsurghlsighvbneawrig it took so long? So I realized the stuff I had originally written for a part 2 were boring and hard to write because THERE WAS NO CLIMAX OR ANYTHING you know like problem -> solution type of resolution and while this doesn’t exactly have resolution I feel like it’s better than whatever I had before haha. So basically I scrapped the old part and rewrote the whole part (which was not too bad since it’s not so long). ALSO my tenses are probably all over the place welp @_@ ALSO I PROMISED A CUTE ANON I’D HAVE THIS DONE BY THIS WEEKEND I HOPE YOU ENJOY I WISH I COULD TAG YOU

<3 Bean

#beanscribbles #haikyuu!!#hq fanfic #daisuga #art student au #priintaniere #beanwaitingforya #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi

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jishwatylrandtop · 7 years

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10 pm--A Josh Dun Imagine

Another imagine that just randomly popped into my head. Enjoy… or don’t I don’t care. Feedback is welcome and appreciated

Pairing Josh Dun x Reader

TW: minor non-consensual sexual content, panic attack.

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(YOUR POV)

You hated skateboarding at night. You always did you best to make sure you were out of your apartment on time, so that you didn’t have to skateboard to your night shift at the diner, but today it seemed that luck was not on your side.

You had laid down for a nap. Pretty understandable, seeing as how you went straight from your shift, which ends at 7 am, to you classes at the nearby community college. Those ran from 9:30 to 3:00, leaving you on five hours of sleep a day. It was an exhausting cycle. Occasional naps were warranted, but your alarm didn’t go off as your phone had died which had left you waking at the sound of your neighbors slamming door with 30 minutes to get out of your apartment and to your job a good twenty minute walk away, which didn’t include the 15 minutes it took you to get dressed in that god awful waitress uniform and make your face presentable; you knew walking today was not an option.

Today’s events left you frantically skateboarding across town in your uniform and converse trying to make it to the diner on time. Luckily, you didn’t expect many obstacles as it was 9:50 at night on a Tuesday. You weren’t expecting many people to be out and about.

You had just turned the corner, your place of employment coming into view when the door to the record shop on your right flies open in front of you. Swerving to avoid getting a face full of door, you fall, skidding and rolling a good five feet away from your board. When the immediate shock fades, and the dull sting of burns and scratches and bruises comes to light, you immediately spring to your feet, searching for your board and hoping to God that you won’t be late. Your boss would not like that, oh no. You’d be lucky if he didn’t fire you on the spot.

You face the store again, finally spotting your board. Hissing in pain as you reach down to grab it, a voices springs through your frantic movements. “Are you alright, miss?” You reply without looking up, too busy inspecting your body and board for any damages. “Yes, I’m alright. Just a little banged up. Nothing I’m not used to.” You shrug. “I feel horrible. I should’ve made sure it was clear before opening the door.” “It’s alright” you say again. “You didn’t expect anyone to be flying around the corner on a skateboard at almost 10:00. I don’t blame you.” You finally look up at the stranger. He’s handsome, tall, with a strong build and neon yellow hair. Embarrassment rears its ugly head as you realize you totally ate shit in front of a really hot boy. “I’m really sorry again” he states, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Is there anyway I could make up for it? Oh..uh…I’m Josh, by the way.” You look down at your phone, 9:55. “Uh I actually have to go, like right now, but uh thanks for the offer.” With a dismissing nod, you turn away and continue down the street on your board. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hated the diner. It was plain and simple. The night shift was filled with creepy customers and longer hours in which there was nothing to do. The only upside was the bonus pay. You got paid more than coworkers and friends with day shifts.

You were currently sitting behind the counter, and despite it being only two and a half hours into your shift, you were already exhausted. Two young men in their early twenties, who you suspected had just finished vandalizing buildings in the area, had come in and ordered half the menu while simultaneously checking you out whenever they could. An old man sat at the counter ordering nothing but coffee in which you had to pretend you didn’t see him spike whenever you turned away. Finally in the corner, sat a women, whose mascara tracks and sniffles made you to continuously place new tissues on the table. She didn’t order anything, but since the diner was the only place in town that was open 24 hours you didn’t have the heart to turn her away.

When you weren’t checking on the pitiful amount of customers, you were doing homework. You had no idea where you wanted your life to take you, but you thought core classes in community college would be a good start. You were currently sitting at the counter with your head buried in a history book when the bell above the door jingled, alerting you to a new customer. “Just take a seat where ever. I’ll be with you in a moment” you stated with a tone of indifference. When you finished reading your page, you set the book down, grabbed your pad, and made your way to the new customer’s table. “Welcome to the 24/7 Diner how may I–Josh?” Handsome record store stranger was sitting right in front of you. Great–a chance for you to embarrass yourself further. “Hello again miss…” he squints at your name tag “Y/n.” He smiled at you, revealing a row of pearly white teeth and a set of adorably squinty eyes that immediately set butterflies throughout your stomach. “I was kinda upset when I was unable to get the name of the pretty skateboarder girl, but it seems like fate is on my side today.” He smirks while your face flushes a light pink at the fact that he has just called you pretty. “It would seem so.” You brushed hair out of your face, continuing “anyway…what can I get you?” “Coffee. Please” He smiles again, “Black.” “Is that it?” You begin to turn around. When his hand grabs your wrist. “And a gigantic plate of hash browns.” You giggle. “Absolutely. I’ll be right back with that coffee.” Turning away, you make your way back to behind the counter to grab a pot of coffee. You stopped buy the window to the kitchen and gave the cook Josh’s order. You made your way back to his table with a mug and a pot of coffee. “Fresh black coffee for the handsome stranger with bright yellow hair.” He smiles as you pour his coffee and sighs as he grips the warm cup between his hands. You turn to return to your place behind the counter, but his voices interrupts your thoughts. “Y/n, this place is dead. Have a seat and join me.” “I really shouldn’t Josh. But I appreciate the offer.” “C’mon y/n. There’s like four other people here. You can just get up every fifteen minutes to check on them.” You glance around again. Sighing, you reply “Alright, just let me grab a mug because it seems as if I’ll be needing coffee if I’m going to have to be around your stubbornness all night tonight.” He laughs as you grab another mug. Pouring coffee for yourself, you take a seat. “So, Josh. What brings you here on this fine Tuesday evening?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Josh converse for hours with only small pauses for your rounds. It was 5:00 am when things got out of hand. Everyone had left besides you, Josh, and the two punk vandals. You paused your conversation with Josh, telling him that you had to check up on them to which he replied he was going to make a run to the bathroom while you did. You made your way to their table, “is there anything else I can get you tonight boys?” “That depends” the tall one replied. He was tall, thin, and smelled of smoke. He looked you up and down. “Are you on the menu?” The shorter, pudgier one chuckled. “Very clever, but the answer is no. Anything else?” This wasn’t the first time you had to deal with patrons weak attempts at flirting. Suddenly you feel a hand skirt up your thigh, edging upwards. Smacking hands away and stepping back, you collect yourself. “If you won’t be getting anything else, I’ll fetch your check.” A hand forcefully pulling your arm keeps you from walking away. “Stop playing hard to get. I will get what I want from you.” His grip on your wrist tightens almost painfully. Panic sets in “Please, let me go. You’re hurting me.” You attempt to wriggle your arm free, but the man grabs your other wrist in the same hand, pins you against the window, presses his other arm against your throat and presses himself against you. Your heart is racing as your trapped against the wall wondering what was going to happen. Suddenly his weight is gone, and the buzzing in your ears in replaced with a loud crash as the man’s body is thrown to the floor by Josh. “Get outta here right now.” The anger in his voice is so thinly veiled the men grab their stuff and are scrambling out the door. He turns to you to see you sitting against the wall with your hands painfully tugging your hair and your breathing short and sporadic. He makes his way to you, and crouches to your level. “Y/n, It’s Josh. I’m not here to hurt you. I just need you to listen to me. Can you breathe with me?” You look up at him, and attempt to get your breathing under control. As the minutes pass, your breathing slowly begins to return to normal. “That’s great, y/n. You’re doing so good.” He looks back at your quacking body. “I’m going to pick you up and take you back to the booth. Is that okay?”

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck so that he can pick you up. After placing you down in the booth, he runs to the kitchen to grab you some water. When he returns, your breathing is back to normal, and your brain is less fuzzy. He sets the water in front of you, sits across from you, and offers a small smile. After gulping half the glass, you smile back and reach across the table for his hand. “Thank you.” It’s only a whisper, but he hears it. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, replying simply with “Don’t mention it.”

Ten minutes of silence pass by before Josh speaks up. “Are you doing okay?...That was a stupid question I’m sorry.” You huff a laugh “It’s okay. I’m okay, a little shaken, but okay.” You release a shaky breath. “It could’ve been a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up. Thank you.” “There’s no need to thank me. I’m just glad I followed the pretty skateboarding waitress, or else tonight might have gone very differently.” He gives you a small smile. The bell above the door jingles again, and the sound of your coworker coming in shocks you out of your conversation. “Morning Y/N, I had a restless night so I came in an hour early, so you’re free to go.” “Thanks Alli.” You stand and stretch, turning toward Josh, “thank god maybe I can get an extra hour of sleep today. It was nice to meet you, Josh. Thanks for..the company.” “Please, it was my pleasure.” He gives you another smile, tongue between his teeth. “I was, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to dinner this Saturday?” He scratches his neck, and looks away. “You’re asking me on a date?” you chuckle, and he shrugs in response. “Yes, Josh. I’ll go on a date with you.” The smile you get in return fills your stomach with butterflies. After an exchange of numbers and a short goodbye, you part ways.

Your thoughts are filled with the yellow haired sunshine boy who stole your heart the entire walk home. When you walk into your apartment your phone buzzes with a message.

Sunshine Boy: get some sleep, y/n. I had a great time tonight. I can’t wait to see you again.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

#josh dun imagine #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #21p #10pm

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