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glimmerlofsea · 1 year ago

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

ARMS OF THE OCEAN

Warning : Just a few harsh words, and childhood :d

WC; 2,0k+

#TALKISSA; SO!!! I was thinking what if you guys were Billy's childhood friends? Your surfing friend when you were still in California, you parted ways and met again, he said a few harsh words to you and finally he realized that only you could make him feel the warm embrace of the ocean that he missed. Whether it's good or not, let's see! (Well I hope it's superdupah good¿ sjsjs) Happy reading, Issea!

It started when you were surfing with your sister, then you caught the reflection of a boy who kept falling because of the big waves in the sea at that time. You saw the passion burning in him, but he channeled his emotions into the sea with great anger, and you just felt like he wouldn't be able to do it in that kind of atmosphere.

You decided to approach him, at first he was annoyed, seeing how you were 'smart ass' because you taught him several ways to balance himself in the ocean, but as time went on he started to admire you, he kept trying to do what you said when you tried to become his tutor.

Your relationship has been close since then, you know each other. William Hargrove, his name, but he was more comfortable and preferred being called Billy, you didn't mind at that time.

8 years have passed, you rarely communicate because of school, but when it comes to the 'sea'? Oh, how you love the beautiful ocean in California.

Until one day you see Billy who keeps trying to surf in the ocean, you feel it, the ocean rejects him, this is like the first time you saw him, anger enveloped him and hid him in the deepest place.

"I told you to calm down or you won't make it, Billy!" You shouted from the beach holding your surfboard.

Billy kept trying, he returned to the edge to try running again towards the ocean, "I don't need to listen to your 'bossy' chatter, Y/L/N. Leave me alone."

You approached him and held his arm, "You look mad."

Well, he is mad.

He looked at you, he was about to say something but you didn't let him, "You need a hug." Press you, not as a question but as an order.

You hugged Billy, you knew all about his life, how his father rudely and unethically treated him, even the threat that his mother would leave him several times because of his father's attitude. You were sure he needed more than a hug, but for now you hoped a hug would be enough to calm the anger he was holding onto.

And, one thing, you know he hates hugs, he considers hugging a man to be an activity that shows that they are weak and helpless, and that's all thanks to his father's teachings.

Billy tried to let go of his hug, at first you refused, but the harder he pushed you, finally you let go of your hug, "Tell me what's wrong."

And here you are, you and Billy slurping the ice cream you just bought from a place not far from the beach restaurant, or more precisely you are the only one eating the ice cream,

Billy let the ice cream in his hand melt, you looked at him, the expression on his face seemed to say that he had gone through a lot of difficulties, and that was true, you just hoped that your presence could make it easier for him to get through it all.

"Don't just keep it in your mind, tell me." You said nudging his shoulder with yours.

Without looking at you, he answered briefly, clearly and concisely, "I'm leaving."

He's always like this, saying short words that are hard for you to digest, you're the type of person who needs specific information, or you'll continue to haunt those who provide non-specific information. But this time, you understand. He's leaving.

You cleared your throat, "Hm? What do you mean?" Now you let your ice cream cone float in the air.

Billy looked at you, “I'm leaving this fucking town, Y/N.” He sounded rude but you knew he was just annoyed and angry.

You smiled faintly, stroking his shoulder gently, "And that means you will find new adventures. That's great, Billy! I'm happy for—"

"See, the fucking problem is I don't want to leave. But if I don't do what my father asked, maybe a coffin will be waiting for me." He said cutting you off, Billy removed your hand from his shoulder, "And don't even be happy for me."

Billy was about to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, "8 years. I don't want our friendship to end like this." You stood in front of him, "I don't want you to leave either, but what can I do, Billy? We both have our own paths for our future. Your future is in the new town you will live in, while I..." You looking towards the ocean, the sun was starting to set because it was getting late, you looked back at Billy, "Maybe I'll just stay here."

Billy's gaze softened, "Y/N..."

You stopped him, "Billy. Don't you dare to forget me. One day I will come to you. I will." You grabbed his fingers and pressed your pinkies together, making a pinky promise.

He chuckled, knowing how silly you were doing, but you didn't care, you knew this wasn't a goodbye forever, and there will be no goodbye between you and him.

Several years passed, you had finished your education, you got a job that was enough to cover the costs of going to where Billy lived, Indiana, Hawkins.

You have got the address from your acquaintance who is in Hawkins, and you are already in front of the house at the address your friend gave you.

You took a breath before knocking on the white door,

First knock.

Second knock.

As the door rang, you hoped it wasn't Billy Hargrove you were seeing, but you were wrong, there was only Billy there, standing in front of you in his white tank top, which he usually wore when surfing in California.

"Hi." You said raising your hand to wave and smile.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was cold and sounded very irritated by your presence.

You tried to smile awkwardly, "Remember our promise? I told you I'd come to you and—"

"I don't need you to come near me. Goodbye, Y/N."

With that he immediately closed the door, leaving you with a thousand words running out of your throat. You really don't know what's going on, what's going on? Why is he like this? You really hope for a smile that he carved, even if it's only a smile as thin as cotton cloth. But it seems like your expectations are far behind reality.

You don't want to disturb him, maybe you came under the wrong circumstances, right? You go back to walking wherever your feet take you. You don't have a goal— because your only goal is to visit Billy, but guess what? It's like he kicked you out of his life.

You couldn't help but cry throughout the street, tightly clutching the strap of the bag slung over one of your shoulders, you let the night wind hit your face which was slowly freezing due to the cold temperature.

"If he doesn't want to see me, he can say, why just reject me?" You ask whoever it is between your sobs.

"Someone broke your heart, chick?"

You heard a whistling sound and a man's voice behind you, you didn't dare to turn around and continued walking. You are in someone else's town right now, you have to stay alert.

You felt his steps getting closer, "Don't ignore me, bitch." He said grabbing your shoulders from behind, but you immediately dodged and walked faster, "Don't touch me!"

You could hear his groan, he restrained you by holding your wrist tightly, making you groan in pain, "Let me go!"

“A precious thing like you, oh, I just want to preserve it in my favorite bed.”

You try to remove his hand from yours, he starts to bring his face closer to yours, you really can't move, tears keep flowing down your cheeks.

When you were about to hit him with your bag, someone went ahead to hit him. Making him fall on the asphalt.

"Are you deaf? She told you not to touch her, dickhead."

"Touch her again, I won't hesitate to bust up every bone in your hand."

You saw him, your old friend, Billy, Billy helped you from that perverted man and you were grateful for that.

You just stood there casually, Billy came over to you, touching your whole body to make sure you were okay, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he do something to you?" He asked as he cupped your cheeks to check for any wounds.

You hit him in the stomach, making him groan in pain, "Ouch! What was that for?!"

You tightened your jaw, "Asshole! Do I have to be approached by a perverted man first so you can care about me?!

Billy sighed, "I'm sorry, okay? Things were rough, and my head was about to explode and then you came along. I thought things would get long because of this little reunion, but I realized, as much as I miss the ocean, I can't go back there, but seeing you come back to me, it's like you brought the ocean back to me, and I think about it all day, I won't let you go again."

You chuckled softly, "What is this? Some kind of speech or something?"

“Shut up, Y/L/N, I'm trying to be serious.”

"You? Seriously? Pfftt—"

Billy put his index finger on your lips, making you stop mocking him, you looked at him with the innocence that was in you,

Billy showed a smile, "Oh, those innocent eyes. I miss them," he said, hugging yourself, who would have thought that Billy Hargrove would volunteer to hug someone? What's more, that someone is you.

"I'm happy that you're back. Sorry I wasn't the one who approached you, but know that every time I see seafood I will remember where we hunted sea animals."

You chuckled in his arms, "Does it have to be seafood?"

Billy let go of his hug, he shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah? I don't know, you represent them."

You smiled, even though you had to tip your toes, but you stroked his curls, "I can feel you are more in control of your emotions, yea?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Stop treating me like a child."

You stifled your laugh, "Do you even remember that freshman year of high school you whined for us to raise goldfish that were stranded on the edge of the ocean?"

“Shut the fuck up, that was like 5 years ago.”

"Maybe 5 years for you, B. But for me? It feels like yesterday."

Billy smiled faintly, put his arm around your shoulder and covered your body with his jacket, "Come on. Talk in my room."

You smiled, you were happy with the long confession he told you, since when did Billy become such a person who makes a long talk? And he conveyed all his feelings to you? That's a progress. You hope to meet and mingle with Billy's friends, and get closer to reconnecting with Billy.

Author's Note : this is sucks... YEAAA IK, I'M SORRYYYY, I'll try the next story where Reader and Billy already have a relationship, wait fooorrr meee, isseaa!

#Spotify #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy x reader #fanfic #never let me go

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parkersbliss · 3 years ago

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Hello there I see your opening for requests for five I started watching the show last week and I've fallen in love with the Lil time jumper.

Can I request a one-shot where Five falls for the reader with a beautiful voice n he discovers that she's one of the 43 superpowered kids?

I love music and singing so I always thought there has to be a character who is a siren or black canary like

five out here stealing everyone’s hearts

i hope you like this I rewrote it twice 😭

Enchanting | F. Hargreeves

pairing; five hargreeves x female!siren!reader

wc; 2.3K

warnings: cursing, the handler (she’s so creepy)

synopsis: five and you meet the handler and he begins to doubt you’re telling him the truth

requests: CLOSED

a/n: did I just want a spicy kiss scene? maybe

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Time froze, and you turn to Five with a confused expression. You glance around to see Luther standing in front of you and Five, bullet heading straight for him. Hazel and Cha-Cha are suspended in thin air as Klaus’ head sticks out of an ice cream truck. Now, in the time you’ve known Five, this was definitely on the bizarre side.

“Neat trick, isn’t it?” A voice spoke, appearing in front of both of you.

Five just stares at her, frown on his face, and you assume this is the infamous Handler.

“Hello, Five,” She greets. “You look good, all things considered. It’s good to see you again. Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very Clever. Threw us off the scent.”

Five rocks forward on his feet, hand in his pockets. “Ah, well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and well, you know. Here I am.”

“Who’s your little friend?” She asked, walking towards you.

Immediately, he puts an arm in front of you, pushing you behind him as he glares at the woman. “She’s unimportant right now.”

“She certainly seems important to you.”

“She's merely a friend who got caught up in this,” Five spoke calmly. Though there was the tiniest tint of fear in his voice. He knows you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. However, he still doesn’t like knowing that the Handler could have another advantage over him. And he certainly doesn’t like knowing you could be in danger.

The Handler sighs, accepting that’s all she was gonna get. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?”

“I want you to put a stop to it.”

“You realize what you’re asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What’s meant to be is meant to be. That’s our raison d’être.”

“Yeah, what about survival as a raison?” Five asked, pulling out a gun and aiming at her. Your eyes widen. Where the hell did he get that thing?

“I’ll just be replaced,” The Handler shrugged. “I”m but a small cog in a machine. This fantasy you’ve been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that, a fantasy. I must say though, we’re all quite impressed with your initiative. Your stick-to-itiveness, really quite… quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the commission, in management.”

Your jaw drops at that. There was no way they wanted Five back, right? You didn’t know much about his history there, but you seriously doubted betrayal was rewarded.

“Sorry, what’s that now?” Five questiones, just as shocked as you are.

The Handler smiles. “Come back to work for us again. You know it’s where you belong.”

“Well,” Five clicks his tongue. “It didn’t work out too well the last time.”

“But you wouldn’t be in the correction division any longer. I”m talking about the home office. You’d have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel.” She takes a few more steps forward, and you feel threatened as Five pushes you back more.

“You’re a distinguished professional in schoolboy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you… you can’t be happy like this!”

“I’m not looking for happy,” Five said simply, and your heart aches at that.

The Handler steps in front of him, placing a hand on his cheek, and that’s your last straw.

“We’re all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you yourself again,” She said. When her hand doesn’t move, your eyes flash green, and you whisper something low under your breath, almost like you’re singing, and her hand falls.

She looks at you with a sickening grin. “My, my, my. What do we have here?”

“I’d advise you to step away from us before I do a lot worse,” You sneer.

She takes a step back, a smug smile on her face, and if you really wanted to, you’d slap it right off.

“Where did you come from, little one?” Her attention is now directed at you, and the look on her face makes your stomach flip.

“Leave her out of this!” Five shouts, stepping in front of you again. “Finish your deal.”

“Aw,” The Handler pouts, placing a hand on her heart. “She has you under your spell, doesn’t she?”

You scoff. Oh, this lady really wanted to see what you were capable of, huh?

Five says nothing, just glares at her. “If I come back, what about my family?”

“What about them?”

“I want them to survive.”

“All of them?” She questions.

“Yes, all of them,” Five said, clearly annoyed.

“Under one condition.”

“What?” Five barks, lowering his gun.

“The girl also comes with,” She sticks her hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

Five glances back at you, and though you don’t even want him to take the deal in the first place, you trust him. Though, if you really wanted to, it was easy enough to make The Handler change her mind, but it was only temporary, so she would find her way back.

Five hesitates, scared at the prospect of bringing you to the place he once worked. There was so much that could go wrong, so much that could take you away from him. But he doesn't have much of a choice, and he has a plan.

It'll work. Five grabs her hand and yours. “Deal.”

She smiles, and in a flash of blue light, you’re gone.

The Handler takes her sweet time showing off the commission and explaining Five’s new job. It honestly bores the hell out of you, and at one point, you debate enchanting her to just finish up, but you can tell Five knows what you’re gonna do because he shakes his head.

She hands Five his first case, smiling in that fake sweet way of hers before turning to you. “And I’d like you to follow me.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Five said. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know what you’re gonna do with her.”

“Oh, relax. I just want to see the extent of her abilities. She could be of good use here.”

Five’s jaw hardens at that. The thought of you working here? Absolutely not. After the hell he’s been through, he wouldn’t want that for anyone and especially not you. And he knew The Handler, and even despite your powers, he wouldn’t be shocked if she found a way to use you against him. The thought alone put him on edge. But then your voice echoes in his head. “Trust me.”

And he begrudgingly agrees. “But if you lay one hand on her, I will personally see to it that this entire building is burnt to ashes with you in the center.”

The Handler just chuckles before leading you away and to what you assume is her office. She gestures for you to sit in one of the grand chairs across from her desk, and you do.

“And your name?”

“(Y/N).”

“My,” The Handler sighs. “Your voice is quite captivating, isn’t it?”

“So I’ve been told.”

She reaches a hand out, tracing your delicate features. “And extraordinarily beautiful.”

You back away from her touch, a little uncomfortable. She really has no concept of personal space, does she?

“If I assume correctly, same birthday as the others?”

“October 1st, 1989.”

“And, yet you look the same age as that boy. No older than 18.”

You just shrug, staring at the wall of collectibles behind her. “You said it yourself, extraordinarily beautiful. I age slower, I guess.”

She hums in thought, her eyes tracing over your features, and you shift in your seat. “What do you want?”

“You,” she said simply. “I want you to work for us. You and Five, here at the commission! You are of great value, dear. Tell me, what else can you do?”

You figure there’s no harm in telling her, assuming Five gets you both out of here in the next hour or two. “Mind control, enhanced balance, agility, senses, and reflexes.”

“Interesting,” The Handler hums. “And how does it work?”

“I just sing what I want, and it happens. It’s like a voice in their head they can’t ignore.”

“Who would ignore a voice like that?” She sighs.

You’re, of course, used to it. That still didn’t make it any less weird, considering she was the enemy.

“And Five?” She asked.

You narrow your eyes. “What about him?”

“Oh please,” She dismissed. “The poor boys whipped for you. Was that your own doing?”

You scoff at that. Of course, she would accuse you of such a thing. Your powers were a gift, sure. But you didn’t use them for your own selfish needs. God, you’d never use them on someone like that. At that point, would it be worth it? You’d have to live with the guilt of knowing they never really loved you or whatever. Not that Five loved you or anything. You liked each other, yes. But you weren’t quite sure you’d say love yet.

“No,” You said simply. Your patience was growing thinner by the minute, and you really hoped Five had a plan.

“Tell you what,” The Handler starts, standing up. “Why don’t I show you towards the training rooms? You can get familiar, meet some friends, and then I’ll take you back to Five for lunch.”

You know that there isn’t really an option here, so you just agree and follow her out.

…

You yelp when a hand grabs you by the waist and drags you inside the bathroom.

“What the he—”

“Relax, it’s me,” Five said, turning your around in his arms.

You slap him on the arm. “You can’t just do that!”

He gives you his classic smirk. “Well, I did.” He opens a stall door, “After you.”

You glare at him but follow inside anyway. You can tell by the file in his hand this was something important. Five slips past you, locking the stall and sitting on the closed toilet.

“So, what did you find?” You asked, arms crossed and gesturing to the file in his hand.

However, he avoids your gaze, staring at the floor instead. “I have to ask you something.”

You raise an eyebrow, hoping he can’t see the fear on your face. Nothing good ever came after those words. What if he wanted you to stay here? What if he thought you were no good anymore? Could this really be it?

“Is it real?”

You furrow your brows. “Is what real?”

“The way I feel towards you.”

“You mean—”

“Do I love you, (Y/N)? Or is this all in my head because you’re…. you?”

Your eyes widen, heart dropping to the floor. Firstly, Five did love you, and secondly, he wasn’t even sure it was real. Which hurt a lot more than you thought. You understand that maybe he just wants that reassurance but isn’t it bad enough that he has to ask? That he doesn’t think his own feelings towards you are real?

“I knew you had powers, but I never stopped to consider what they are. I mean, you’re one of us! The 43 kids, who’s to say I’m not some mission to you?”

You’re shocked but the sudden outburst. Five already knew most of this. He knew you could hypnotize people. Why the sudden change?

Although, you have your suspicions that only one person was responsible for this. But before you could reply, the door opens, and heels click against the floor.

Speak of the fucking devil. “So, how’s your first day going?”

In an instant, Five grabs your wrist and harshly tugs you into him. You fall into his arms, trying not to gasp in surprise.

“Couldn’t be better,” Five said through gritted teeth.

You spare a glance at him, hiding your burning face.

“Glad to hear it.”

The sound of a skirt falling to the floor echoes through the bathroom, and then the sound of someone using the bathroom. Five makes a face of disgust and annoyance as you bury your face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh.

“Ah, I burned my rugae. Ever burn your rugae? Rugae. The ridges on the hard palate that helps pass food to the esophagus. Anyways, I’m on a liquid diet for two days, hence the marathon of urination. One faulty cog and nothing works as it would.”

Five just clicks his tongue as you shake against him, laughing silently. This had to be perfect timing.

“You must know we value integrity at the office about all else. Trust is essential, and that trust is… built over time. But in the vent of a breach, the commission will act swiftly and without mercy. An efficient I’m sure you above all people can appreciate, Number Five.”

The stall door closes, and the sound of running water is heard.

“I’m feeling peckish. Have you had your lunch?” The Handler questions. Her heels turn in your direction and you start to panic.

“Not yet,” Five answered as her heels stop right in front of your stall, and you look at Five with wide eyes.

And then, in one quick movement, you grab him by his neck and smash your lips onto his. He reciprocated quickly, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Great! How would you like to lunch with me in my office? You can eat solid foods, and I can live vicariously—,” She gasped at the sight of you and Five, basically with your tongues down each other's throats. This confirms your suspicions that this lady was a creep, and looked over the stall.

“My apologies,” She said. “See you for lunch!”

And with that, she left.

Though you didn’t notice, as your lips continued to find his. Eventually, though, he stops.

He pants heavily, a frown on his face. “Is it all a lie?”

You shake your head, leaning your forehead against his. “No, no, it isn’t. Everything you feel is real. If you love me, then you really love me.”

“It’s not the sound of your beautiful voice and your gorgeous face?”

You chuckle, “No. No, I promise, Five. This is real.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “You didn’t say it back yet.”

Your lips find his once more, mumbling a sweet “I love you too” against his lips.

-- END --

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getosubaru · 3 years ago

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𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

nanami kento x gn!reader

best friends to lovers drabble series

wc: 1.2k

tw/notes: small text only for description; not beta read; no depictions of reader’s gender/body/skin/etc.; nanami threatens someone & mild violence; bulletpoint fic

prompt: “becoming an old married couple without dating”

There are three absolute rules in the universe.

1. Gravity.

2. The McDonald’s ice cream machine is broken.

3. Do not call Nanami Kento after 10 p.m. unless it is an emergency.

An emergency is classified as a situation where “someone is dead or actively on fire.”

His words, of course.

That rule bends for you, just as all his other rules do.

“Kento,” your voice sobs from his phone. “Can you come get me?”

It’s 1:35 in the morning and he has to be up for a mission in four and a half hours.

“Text me the address, but stay on the phone with me,” he says anyway.

Your ex, a finance bro Nanami’s never liked, dumped you and kicked you out of his apartment in the middle of the night. In your pajamas, no coat, with all your belongings still upstairs.

He’d thrown barbed insults designed for maximum pain infliction at your startled face.

All because you’d gotten upset at him coming back later than expected.

Nanami parks illegally in front of the building and steps out of the car, leaving it running behind him.

“Get inside and lock the doors,” he grunts. “And give me your access card.”

Wide-eyed and more than a little stunned, you follow his directions.

You’re used to seeing him irritated, angry at times even. This cold rage is new.

Nanami swipes his way into the building and stalks to the elevator. He won’t barge in without knocking; he’s not without manners, unlike some people.

Instead, he lets his fist hammer on the door, the only indication of his fury. His face remains blank and emotionless.

Your ex, stupidly, opens the door.

“The fuck do you want, Nanami?” he slurs.

In lieu of an answer, Nanami forces his way past the drunken man. The sheer mass of his body is enough to propel him through.

Your things are easy enough to spot in the tasteless monochrome of the apartment. Overnight bag, backpack, coat… Nanami gathers them all up in his arms before surveying the place one more time.

“What the fuck, dude?!” hollers your ex.

Nanami knows his name, of course, but it isn’t worth remembering.

Ah, that’s what he’s forgetting. The little bag in the bathroom containing your miscellaneous products. Some of them are quite expensive and he knows you’d be upset at having to replace them.

He slings your backpack over his shoulder and carefully tucks everything else into your overnight bag.

With your belongings secured, Nanami finally turns to the stumbling, huffing man in the living room.

It’s difficult to remind himself to use less force than he would on a curse or another sorcerer. The thick heft of his forearm could smash through the man’s windpipe without much exertion at all. Still, he allows himself to use a bruising level of pressure when he slams him against his own wall.

“Now, you’re going to be quiet because I already have a headache and your voice isn’t helping,” Nanami says without inflection. The man’s eyes bulge slightly.

“I had hoped my initial impression of you was false, but it was not,” he continues. “You have no worth, and certainly no redeeming qualities to make up for the pathetic excuse of a personality you have. After tonight, you will not contact or approach anyone I know. Not my best friend, not me, not even the barista I see every morning. Is that understood?”

Nanami adds a touch more force to his neck, enjoying the way the man’s face reddens to an unhealthy shade.

One frantic, shaky nod later and Nanami releases him.

The man gasps for breath, stumbling his way across the room in retreat.

“And another thing,” adds Nanami conversationally, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.

A whimper is the only indication the man heard him.

Nanami looks up to make direct eye contact with him. “Consider leaving Tokyo. For your health, of course.”

Retching echoes through the apartment as Nanami exits the room, firmly shutting the door behind him.

You spend the weekend in Nanami’s spare bedroom.

When you hesitantly suggest returning home, he briskly discards that idea.

“It makes no sense for you to be alone when you’re in pain,” he says without looking up from the vegetables he’s chopping. “I have the time off, and we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Domesticity is so easy for you two.

The notepad on the fridge has a mix of both of your handwritings for his usual Sunday grocery trip. You handle the laundry without asking his preferences, separating out that which needs to go to the dry cleaners.

He picks a historical documentary one night after dinner. You pick an old favorite. Neither of you complain.

You move in sync, just as the pair of you always have.

Nanami brings it up over dinner the night before you have to return to work and, therefore, your own apartment.

“Your lease is up soon?”

If you didn’t know Nanami extremely well, you would miss the pink creeping up his neck and the way his eyes don’t quite meet yours.

But you do know him.

“End of the month,” you say with a suspicious gleam in your eyes. “What’s up, Kento? You haven’t been this nervous since you asked out–“

“Let’s not rehash old history,” he hurries to interrupt you. The blush reaches his cheeks–a vivid scarlet below familiar dark brown.

Nanami sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “You should move in with me.”

You set down your chopsticks and cover his hand on the table with one of your own.

“Having you here has been…” he trails off.

“You like your space,” you point out. “You always have. Your social battery is smaller than my own and you like being able to be alone.”

Nanami flips his hand over in your hold. He knows the differences between your palms like he knows his own name.

“You’re different. You always have been.” His next words are softer, more unsure. “I like having someone to come home to–someone to have a home with. It’s not intrusion; it’s completion. As long as it’s you.”

Your relationship changes in the following months.

Not entirely touchy by nature, Nanami finds himself drawn to your skin like a magnet. A hand on your back in the kitchen, an arm around your shoulder on the couch, a hand wrapping around yours in crowds.

It’s maddening, but he feels like he missed a few steps.

He realizes what the problem is at the market of all places.

You’re examining a flower-seller’s wares, carefully looking over each bouquet with a scrutiny he recognizes as his own.

The sun shifts from the clouds and lights upon you.

You’re glowing in the middle of the market–carrying a bag of purchases for dinner and wearing one of his cardigans.

You turn to him with a soft smile, “Kento, what do you think of the asters?”

The bright purple blooms in front of you can’t draw his attention.

“Lovely,” he says anyway.

Before the moment can leave, he wraps you gently in his arms. A loose hold, not out of lack of care or want. His arms are soft around you because he is sure you won’t disappear.

Nanami presses a single chaste kiss to your lips, drawing a quiet gasp from you.

“Let’s get them and go home, hm?”

Thankfully, it’s less work to move your things across the hall than it was to move them across town.

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simp999 · 2 years ago

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A New Home Ch. 15

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

A/N: AVIATOR SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE also I am begging for some good pickup lines/flirty lines. Please just DM them or something, pick up lines are my weak point www

A/N 2: Skull's tan line looks silly

Back to the start! Previous Next

You had finished the three volumes of Servamp that you checked out yesterday quite quickly, but it just met closing time when you checked the clock, so you were unable to go back and trade them for the next three volumes. You decided that the next morning, you’d make your way back to the library, and that’s where you’re headed.

On your way there, your tummy rumbles, and you remember that you haven’t eaten anything this morning. You check your bag, in case Milo had shoved some snacks in there again knowing you, but it seems you ate them all last time. Alright, not a problem, you could make a quick stop at a cafe or something on the way. You pull up the maps app on your phone and search. The closest one looks pretty cute, and decently taken care of, using the reviews and pictures as reference, so you begin to head there.

The name of the cafe was “Mochi-Mochi Cafe”. You hear the bell above you chime, and the pleasant smell wafts around the air. There are lots of people, this place must be a favorite among many. You spot lots of pastries near the front, and determine that this place doubles as a bakery. That sounds good for the future. You could easily drop by here before a battle in the morning, it was close enough to the Plaza. You had just intended on getting tea, coffee, or hot chocolate - anything to fill your stomach, so you think you’ll stick to that. You browse the menu and see that they have ice cream sundaes on special today.

‘That’s probably a bad idea for in the morning, right?’

You look around, and see that it’s actually something lots of people are enjoying at their tables right now.

‘Well, Milo’s not here to stop me, so…’

You order yourself a nice sundae with all the toppings you could want. The person at the front seems a little nervous, you assume that he’s new. He’s working the cash though, so there shouldn’t be a problem. You’re sure to tell him your order slowly and wait for him to catch up, repeating the bits he missed without issue. You finally place your order and look around to find a seat. There’s only one table left, so you make your way there. You sit and look around, bored. They’ve got some cute decorations. Lots of cat-themed stuff. Lots of “make friends! Talk to the people around you!” type of signs.

‘Yeah, no thanks. I just came to eat and get back to my manga.’

Your order takes some extra time, but you don’t blame them with how busy it is.

You thank them and begin to walk back to your seat, nearly bumping into a tall inkling, who seems to be wearing an octo tee and gold hi-horses. You didn’t want to look up, but you had to make sure it was him. No doubt about it. He goes up to the counter and you to your seat. The counter is in view of where you’re sitting, and you’re just close enough to make out his order. Which just so happens to be an ice cream sundae, just like yours. He did eat one in the manga, you shouldn’t be surprised that he likes them. He turns around, about to find himself a seat, but the cafe goes quiet after hearing a comically loud crash and a small “Carp!” From the back. A few moments of silence, excluding the footsteps of the workers going to check out what happened, then a shout of “Ice cream machine’s broken!”

It seems to not faze Skull, and he finds the only free seat across from you. He looks at you, silently asking if he can sit there. You nod, and are about to dig in. Before you do, you have to ask him why he didn’t go order something else, saying that you overheard him ordering ice cream.

“Why would I?”

“...Because the ice cream machine’s broken?”

“Oh. I guess I can’t have my sundae, then.”

“Nope.”

You both kind of look around awkwardly, you waiting for him to go order something.

“So you’re not gonna get something else?”

“I don’t want anything else.”

You want to let out an exasperated sigh, he really is airheaded.

“You know what? Here, I don’t mind ordering something else. It’s not like I was craving it anyways, it just looked good in the moment.”

You gently push the sundae with the unused spoon in it towards him, standing up out of your chair to order something new. You know how bad of a sweet tooth he has, so you figure this is your best option. He doesn’t even question it, quickly grabbing the spoon.

‘Man, what a lovable idiot.’

You stop at the counter, ordering a handful of pastries, asking for them to put three in a to-go bag. You figure you should be kind enough to at least get your teammates something small, they can warm them up later if they want. Before you can sit back down, the cashier calls to you.

“Sorry to bug you, but did your boyfriend want something else since we can’t make him his ice cream? We can do it for free, sorry for the inconvenience!”

Uh…boyfriend?

You look back at Skull, who’s still sitting at the table, readjusting his bandanna.

“Oh! Nono, It’s not like that. I gave him mine, so we should be fine. But if it isn’t a problem, could I possibly get a gift card for this place?”

“Of course, here you go. Sorry once again!”

You wave dismissively, assuring them that it’s no big deal.

“You didn’t finish it?”

“No. It was yours. You can have the other half.”

You look at what was left of the sundae.

‘…He already ate all the good stuff on top. Thanks, but no thanks, sweetheart.’

“Don’t worry about it, you can finish it. I already ordered a couple things for myself.”

“But I feel bad now.”

“It’s alright, promise! It’s not like I’m just gonna disappear, we’ll probably see eachother again at some point.”

He doesn’t budge. Not like you can just move him, he’s a unit of a guy.

“Actually, tell you what. Next time we see eachother, I’ll probably have my teammates with me. One of them is a big fan of your skill, so how about you give them a signature. Deal?”

“Okay, sure.”

…Yet he still doesn’t move. What does he want? More sweets? Does he just wanna talk? He’s hard to read.

The bell at the front chimes, and here comes our lord and savior, our beloved:

Aviators.

He spots Skull right away, he’s certainly been searching for him for a while.

“There you are! Been lookin’ for ya, dude!”

He turns to you,

“Has he been buggin’ ya? Sorry ‘bout that. Name’s Avi, but you can call me yours, sweetheart.”

Damn. Okay then.

You lean back in your chair and raise a brow at him. Seemingly unfazed, you offer him a hand to shake.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. But you can call me,-”

He feels a note and card in his hand, and looks at it. He spots a series of digits.

“-Anytime.”

He tries to fire back, but his mind’s betraying him.

“It’s that easy to get you speechless? Thought this was your specialty, love.”

You chuckle at how easy that was, and you shoot him a genuine smile.

Picking up your stuff from the chair, you grab your pastries from the counter, and give half of the purple team a quick wave, before making the bell chime again.

Thank cod you planned on giving Skull that note, you were sure he was going to forget you, and you just wanted proof that you two had met for when you see eachother again.

Next Part

May.7.23

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thatesqcrush · 3 years ago

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The Nanny, Interrupted

For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty

Bingo square: grass stains

Song inspiration: Bruises by Chairlift & Fantasy by Mariah Carey

WC: 1093

CW: NSFW, specifically female breast play & smutty language.

With the sound of the whistle, the youth soccer game came to an end. The Kneef children ran off the field towards you, covered in sweat.

“Y/N! Did you see?! Did you see? I scored a goal!” Jasper shouted excitedly. You crouched down and gave him a high five.

“I did! You and your sister did great. I am so proud of you both.”

“I wish daddy was here,” Sandrine replied mournfully. “He is always missing our games because of work.”

“That sounds like it’s really frustrating,” you reflected back. “And I can understand that you’re disappointed - daddy is working really hard. But I know for sure that he wanted to be here today too.”

Sandrine shrugged and Jasper wrapped his arm around her. You wrapped your arms around both in return, hugging them. “I recorded parts of the game on my phone - so daddy can watch all the highlights when he’s home later. Now how about we get some ice cream?”

The twins cheered, any sadness over their dad missing the game long forgotten.

Bryan phoned home advising that he wouldn’t be home from the office until way past dark. The kids were sound asleep. You emerged from your apartment in an oversized sleep shirt. You should have been asleep too but because you decided to have a movie night with the kids, you were busy tidying up. You picked up the kids’ filthy soccer uniform, covered in dirt and grass stains. You made your way to the laundry room and set to work to pre-treat the stains. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. When the door creaked open, you let out a startled yelp.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Bryan rushed. “I didn’t realize you were still up.”

You focused your eyes on Bryan. He had clearly mid-change - in a white undershirt and navy trousers. In his hands was the button down he had been wearing.

“I’m so sorry - I’ll be out of your way,” you managed to squeak out.

“You’re fine - I just came down to pre-soak this shirt of mine,” Bryan explained. “Dinner with a client and Cabernet sauce was spilled on me due to the incompetent waiter.”

“Leave it with me,” you replied. “I’ll take care of it.”

Bryan nodded. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorite shirts, so I would hate for it to be ruined.”

He handed you the shirt and for the briefest of moments, your fingers grazed one another and you swore you felt electricity shoot between.

Bryan watched you as you stood on your tip-toes to reach into the cabinet overhead to grab a pre-treater.

“Let me get that for you.” Bryan offered, stepping behind you. The feel of Bryan being pressed against you and the scent of his cologne caused a shot of arousal to course through you. Bryan’s breath was hot on your neck and you felt your skin prickle. You let out the smallest of moans but it was loud enough for Bryan to pick up on that.

Bryan pushed back your hair, his fingers dancing on your skin softly. You could feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you pushed back on it with a wiggle.

Bryan let out a groan, before turning you around. Stained laundry was long forgotten as he lifted you up by your waist so that you were sitting on top of the washing machine. You reached down and lifted the hem of your sleep shirt up and over. Bryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he drank your form in. He mirrored your action, removing his T-shirt, revealing his deliciously thick and strong body.

Bryan approached you and instinctively you wrapped your legs around him. He kissed you hard, all bruising with teeth and tongue. You moaned into the kiss and opened your mouth to allow it to deepen. You wrapped one hand around the nape of his neck and the other into his dark hair, tugging. Bryan responded by nipping your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Bryan confessed as his hands moved to your breasts, squeezing. “Ever since you came to my office for the interview. Wanted you on your knees right there and then.”

His confession made you dizzy. You whined into his mouth. “Please,” you begged. You arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

“Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that."

“Fuck me.”

Bryan chuckled darkly. “Oh I’m going to fuck you so good. Paint your body with my cum. Mark you as mine.”

You leaned back on your hands, your nipples in the air, already hard as diamonds. Bryan’s lips closed around a nipple, sucking and licking. His free hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the hardened peak under his thumb.

“Fuck…” you groaned. “Oh Bryan, don’t stop.”

Bryan removed his mouth from your breast. Your nipple was shiny and wet from his mouth. What he was most proud of was the dark mark that was beginning to form. He then looked up at you. “I am going to stuff your pretty pussy full. You’ll be dripping and then I will just fill you up again.”

“Bryan!”

The sound of his name was said so sharply and loudly that it stirred him out of his reverie. He blinked and realized you were staring at him, with your arm outstretched. Bryan looked down at his ruined shirt, realizing that he got so caught up in what was only a daydream.

“Do you want me to take care of your shirt? Or send it to the dry cleaner?”

“If you can get it out, it’ll be a miracle.” He rushed.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you replied with a wink. “Do you mind reaching up to grab the pre-treatment? I can never reach.”

Bryan nodded. “Happy to.”

You moved out of the way so Bryan could grab the detergent. He handed it to you and you responded with a grin. “Thanks so much.”

Bryan nodded. “I’ll be turning in for the night.”

You wished him good night and got to work on his shirt. Bryan made his way to his bedroom and leaned against it with a sigh. He took off his clothes and climbed into the bed. He was wound up, so he turned on his tablet and quickly loaded up some porn. As the woman on the screen began to suck on her partner’s cock, Bryan reached for his cock and began to stroke. He went back to his daydream imagining it was you.

FIN.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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Hey hey, how are ya? It is HOT in my country right now, I hope it's better wherever you are. This week's chapter reminded me of my beloved Mucho and his fate and it made me sad about him again :( could I please request some happy fluff with him? Maybe an ice cream date? Tysm for your blog, your talent and your sense of humor, you're always a pleasure to see in my notifications 💞

I GOTCHU FAM! Thanks so much for the love! We are so glad you stopped by here :) I'm doing coffee in the morning because of the recent trivia we got about Mucho. I hope you enjoy it!

Coffee Grounds: Yasuhiro Muto x Fam!Reader

wc: 341

tw: fluff

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"Two espresso shots," Mucho murmurs, looking down at his foam machine as he sticks it in the container. "Warm milk, light foam..." Finally, a bit of whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel. "And a little drawing for the beautiful woman in blue."

You take the coffee cup and smile, hair still wrapped up in the towel and robe resting lightly on your shoulders. "I'm so fancy; I have a barista in my apartment," you giggle, and Mucho gives you a small smile, leaning over his coffee cup and looking down. "I am so lucky to have you."

"What, because of my coffee-making skills?"

"No," you shake your head, sipping at the familiar drink with pleasure. "Because you're just the best. But this is the best cup of coffee I've had in a while." Mucho huffs a laugh.

"Should invite me over more often."

"You know I was off doing my study abroad stuff," you gripe, swatting at his arm playfully. "But I came back."

"I should hope you would." You swat at him again, but he doesn't dodge it this time. He takes your hand and grips it in his free one, setting his cup down. Mucho brings it to his lips and kisses every finger slowly, pressing them back to his face and closing his eyes. "I'm a bit of a mess without you," he admits shyly. "Just because I appear calm and poised doesn't mean I don't like hearing from you... or seeing you..." Mucho kisses your palm. "It's been hard not being with you for three months."

"You're so good, so sweet," you breathe, rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. "What am I going to do with you, Yasuhiro?"

"Hopefully, let me be your boyfriend," he chuckles. "Not just some guy you call when things get boring."

"Life would be boring without you, Muto," you sigh dreamily, taking a finger and swiping at the whipped cream. You dab a little on his nose and suck the rest off your index finger, smiling. "Terribly boring."

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years ago

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 2: Push and Pull

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 8.2k

Warnings for this chapter: stalking, alcohol consumption, a gun, attempted murder, language (jk has a potty mouth) pls let me know if there's anything I should add!

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @jaebeomsblackgf @sugaslittlekookies

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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Jungkook blinks up at his ceiling, his eyes dry from keeping them open for so long. The light of the sun is starting to peek through his blinds, signaling that morning has officially come. He finally looks away from his ceiling to look at the window where the light is creeping in.

Jungkook sighs and sits up, running a hand through his hair and mussing it up. He's not sure he even got a wink of sleep last night. There's something about this case that's apparently keeping him up at night, and he's barely even started.

He can't help but wonder what this girl did to make herself a target. He's not questioning whether he should go through with it, no, that's not even a question. The money on this girl's head has to be at least three if not four times as much as his previous hits.

Jungkook just wants to know what he's getting himself into, that's what's bugging him the most. He doesn't like walking into situations and not knowing everything that's going on.

He looks around his tiny studio apartment, his eyes blurry. Then, he starts to laugh to himself quietly. With a job that pays this much, he's worrying an awful lot about things that don't matter.

After another minute of delaying the inevitable, Jungkook forces himself to get up and get dressed before grabbing an apple to eat on the way.

As he locks his apartment door behind him, the neighbor's door opens and Jungkook sees a familiar face smiling brightly at him.

"Good morning, Jungkook!"

"Hi, Hoseok. How are you this morning?" Jungkook asks politely.

The older boy smiles even brighter if that's possible as he holds up a rolled-up paper, "I'm great since I've got a new paper to read. Thanks for leaving it, Kook."

Jungkook smiles, "No problem. I was getting one anyway, thought I might as well grab an extra."

Hoseok nods, "Where are you off to? I thought you didn't work at the coffee shop on Tuesdays?"

"Oh, I'm going job hunting," Jungkook responds lightly. "I'm tired of working at the coffee shop." He laughs as Hoseok pouts.

"I haven't even gotten to visit you while you work! Darn." Hoseok snaps his fingers in disappointment. "Oh well, good luck on the job hunt!"

"Thanks, Hoseok." Jungkook smiles and turns to leave, only relaxing when he hears his neighbor's door shut. That's something he doesn't like about having a friendly neighbor, he hates lying to people that seem to actually care about him.

Hoseok was always saying he wanted to visit Jungkook and get some discounted coffee. Jungkook doesn't have the heart to tell him that it was all a lie. In fact, everything he knows about him is a lie.

That's why he doesn't involve a lot of people in his life and he plans to keep it that way.

Jungkook shakes his head to clear it. He's been getting too emotional lately and his head isn't in his work.

"That stops here and now," Jungkook vows to himself as he waits at a crosswalk, watching the cars drive by.

A few minutes later, he arrives at Sunshine Kindergarten.

Jungkook is caught off guard when he sees the girl immediately. He had expected to have to wait for her arrival again today. She's sitting outside the school on the steps, a book in her hands that's long forgotten as she looks up at the sky. It looks like she's talking to someone, but when Jungkook looks around, there's no one else anywhere near her.

The girl cocks her head to the side, then starts to rock back and forth a little as she continues to talk to no one. Too curious for his own good, Jungkook crosses the street to get closer. Maybe if he gets close enough, he can hear what she's saying.

"I th-think...maybe s-sandwiches would be a good idea."

The hell?

Jungkook glances at her as he pretends to just stroll by. She's definitely talking to herself.

"No, no no no. I had a s-sandwich for l-lunch yesterday..." She bites the fingernail on her right thumb as she seems to contemplate something. She takes no notice of Jungkook while she continues to look at her book, then the sky.

"Mm, maybe tt-tteokbokki?"

Jungkook fights the urge to look at her like she's insane and just continues to walk by until he's safe to turn and keep an eye on her.

"Oooh, tteokbokki sounds y-yummy." The girl says with finality. Then she glances at her phone, notices the time, and starts putting her book in her cupcake and cookie decorated bag. A minute later, she's walking into the school and leaving his line of sight.

"What the hell..." Jungkook mutters to himself.

Who even is this girl?

_____________

Today, as Jungkook follows behind the girl as she walks home, she stops several times to talk to babies, dogs, and even a bird.

Jungkook just follows behind in disbelief.

This has to be some kind of an act.

Yeah, that's definitely what it is. This girl is better than he thought, she's got her whole act planned out to throw anyone off her track. She's going to have to do better than acting like some innocent school teacher to throw him off though.

This time, instead of heading straight home, the girl goes to an arcade. When Jungkook walks into the arcade a minute later, he spots her in the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, a light blue cardigan around her shoulders.

She's playing one of the games by herself, her face set into one of pure determination. Jungkook goes to a game where he can still see her and starts to play. He's more focused on making sure she doesn't leave, so he ends up losing that first round.

He doesn't really care though, he watches her carefully as she shouts in triumph. A few tickets come out of her little machine and she snags them, running to the front to trade them in for a tiny stuffie.

The girl ends up staying at the arcade for another two hours, collecting enough tickets to trade in for an octopus stuffie that's almost the size of her to go along with the tiny starfish one she got earlier.

She looks laughable as she carries her prizes out the front door and down the street, clutching the giant octopus like her life depends on it. The little starfish rides along safely in her bag.

One more stop is made as the girl gets a little cup of ice cream from a man selling it on the side of the street. The second he asked her if she wanted to buy some, it was like she couldn't say no as she hurriedly agreed and bought one scoop of ice cream. When she leaves, Jungkook goes up to the man and buys a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream to eat while he follows her.

He hasn't had a decent meal all day and he's starving.

It's starting to get dark by the time Jungkook recognizes the streets they're on and realizes she's finally heading home. Weirdly enough, the girl turns and walks down a dark alley, even though the streetlamp near it is flickering on and off.

Doesn't she have any sense of self-preservation? Jungkook thinks to himself.

It might not be good for her, but it's definitely something that could help him out immensely. He'll have to keep tailing her for a few more days to make sure, but if she continues to use this dark alley as a shortcut, then she's practically doing his job for him.

Sure enough, they end up a lot closer to her apartment by the time they're out of the alley. So, it's a shortcut she probably uses quite often. Then Jungkook notices that she hasn't turned around to look at her surroundings this entire time.

She's making this too easy.

He could have this job over with by the end of the week if luck stays on his side. It's always a relief when it doesn't take him long to get a job done.

He's really had nothing to worry about, why was he worrying so much? It isn't his business why this girl is a target, it's his job to carry out his end of the deal, that's all.

It feels like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders as he climbs the stairs to his apartment that night. He says hello to Hoseok, who's sitting outside and reading, before making his way inside.

The first thing he does is jump in the shower, then when he's finished, he makes himself some ramen.

Jungkook sits alone at his little dining table, gently blowing on the noodles in-between his chopsticks. His hair is still damp from his shower, but he's cozy in his sweats with something close enough to a real meal than he's had all day. He gets up once to grab some kimchi and soju from the fridge, then he stays at the dining table until he's downed two bottles.

This happens every time he gets a new job. It feels good at the moment, but he knows he's going to regret it in the morning. That's the only thought that stops him from grabbing a third bottle.

By the time he's settled into bed, he's forgotten what was worrying him so much the past few days. He smiles to himself, relieved that he'll be getting that money in a week at most. He'll have to come up with a plan when he isn't hammered like he is now. That's the last thought to pass through his mind before he's out like a light.

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

Not real birds, just the sound that you chose for your alarm. Something you're grateful that Mina helped you do. The other alarm sounds just give you anxiety when they go off.

You don't notice it at first, but by the time you've become aware of your surroundings, you realize that your legs are all tangled up with the tentacles of a giant octopus stuffie. The small starfish stuffie is laying by your head. The events of last night, you getting enough tickets to get your new little friends, makes their way into your brain.

You laugh and snuggle into it more.

No wonder you slept so soundly last night; you had something to cuddle!

You breathe deeply, after a few minutes you're awake enough to sit up and rub your eyes. Smiling to yourself at the sight of the beautiful golden light seeping in through your blinds, you sigh happily. Normally you don't like waking up, but today feels different. There's something that's shifted, but you can't tell what it is.

Maybe it's because you slept so well last night. The nightmares that usually plague your dreams, were absent. You smile at the giant octopus in your arms, "Y-You chased away all the b-bad dreams!" You exclaim, hugging it tightly to your chest, "Thanks, C-Cookie!"

You named the stuffie last night, the starfish also got a name, Smiley, due to the tiny smile stitched into its adorable little face.

You sit in bed for another minute or so, just staring into space and thinking about random things. Then you slip out of bed and hurry to the bathroom to get a quick shower. As the water pours down your head and shoulders, you start to sing a song that's been stuck in your head for a few days. Your voice cracks as you try to hit the higher notes, but you pay it no mind and keep singing your heart out.

With your hair wrapped up in a towel on top of your head, you pour yourself a bowl of your favorite cereal. You play your favorite songs as you eat and hum along to them, your mind wandering. When you're finished, you move to your room to get dressed.

Opening your closet, you stand there and scan the limited amount of clothing you have as if you had millions of choices to pick from. "One, two, three, four..." You count lowly to yourself, pointing at each shirt, skirt, and pants hanging in your closet. After a minute of debating, you decide to wear your light blue flowy skirt today instead of your favorite white one. You pull it on, then grab a white blouse along with some frilly white socks.

Mina texted you earlier to tell you how sorry she was, but she couldn't drive you today. Her work wanted her in at six o'clock sharp. You didn't need to be at work until seven. You reassured her that you would be totally fine walking. You love to walk in the mornings anyway, the fresh air always smells so nice and all the birds seem to be braver as they are out more in the morning. The whole world is just so quiet and beautiful as it wakes up.

You hum to yourself as you pull on your favorite tennis shoes. It takes you a few tries to get the laces done, but you manage.

"What should I eat f-for lunch today?" You ask yourself as you scan your fridge. You really want to try making some kimbap, but the last time you tried that without Mina's help, you ended up with a burned finger and almost lost another finger trying to cut the veggies.

So, you decide to make yourself another simple sandwich today, cheese this time. When you're done putting it together, you get out your cookie cutters and get to work. You have to contain your excitement at the heart-shaped sandwiches sitting on the counter after you're finished.

You stick to letting yourself jump around for a second to let the giddiness out, then you force yourself to calm down enough to grab a container and gently put the little sandwiches in. You grab a few more little snacky things to put in your lunch bag, then you zip it all up.

Finally, you're ready to go!

You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then you snag your lunch and clutch it tightly in your fist as you make your way out of your apartment, remembering to lock the door this time.

Mina would be proud of you.

The crisp June morning air hits your nose and you breathe in deeply, a smile spreading on your face as you descend the stairs.

You make good time this morning, seeing as there isn't much to catch your attention today. You arrive at the school twenty minutes before the bell is going to ring, so you decide to sit on the steps again today like you did yesterday. It's just too nice out here to be all closed up in your classroom before your kids even get here.

You pull out your drawing pad from your bag and get comfortable on the front steps. Next, you take out your colored pencils as you scan the area, trying to figure out what you should draw today.

You see something across the street, the kind old man that runs the paper stand. Maybe you could draw him and give it to him as a present when it's all finished! You nod in excitement and get to work, your nose soon buried in your drawing pad.

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Jungkook had decided this morning that he would follow the girl from her home. If he was lucky and she was going to walk today it would be a perfect chance to see if she always uses the alleyway or if she had just used it by chance last night.

The girl comes out of her place around six-twenty, in a light blue skirt this time. Jungkook smirks, so she does own something that isn't just that one white skirt.

Her hair is a little messed up as if she forgot to brush it before leaving. She's got a scrunchie on her wrist, but it appears that she has no intention of using it.

Jungkook follows a little ways behind her, as he has been these past few days. With how distracted this girl gets, he could walk right behind her and she'd never notice him.

Surprisingly, she doesn't stop much on the way to the school. She skips a little, probably to the beat of the song she's listening to in her headphones. A few people, Jungkook notices, give her odd looks.

He later finds out when he hears her, that it's probably because she's talking to herself as she looks at the sky, then down to her shoes as she watches herself walk.

He shakes his head, seriously wanting to know what the story is behind this target.

She deserves an oscar, Jungkook thinks in amusement.

Then he notices that she doesn't use the alley, she just passes by it.

Maybe she'll use it again tonight, he thinks hopefully.

At one point, the girl trips over a crack in the sidewalk and lurches forward. He isn't sure why, but he finds himself stepping closer, his hands out to catch her before he realizes what he's doing. Jungkook steps back and clears his throat, watching as she catches herself anyway, and continues to skip down the sidewalk.

When they get close to the school, Jungkook crosses the street and heads over to buy a paper from the old man before finding a bench and settling down on it. He looks over the paper, expecting the girl to just go inside, but instead, she sits on the steps again.

He watches as she pulls a notebook out of her childish bag, then she pulls out a little box. Out of the little box, she takes some colored pencils. She looks across the street and he can tell she's decided to draw the old man at the paper stand.

Huh.

This girl is undoubtedly strange.

She sits and draws in concentration for a good ten minutes, then she gathers up her things and heads inside. She must be too excited about her picture because as she's skipping in she yet again trips on the last step and stumbles. The girl catches herself and continues in as if she's used to tripping over everything.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, then just shakes his head again and goes back to reading the paper. He's got some time to kill before school is over.

It turns out, he would see the girl before the last bell.

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand and heads to his little bench to sit down and eat his lunch, grateful that he's going to be eating actual meals today.

He digs into the tteokbokki and fish cakes immediately. It's as delicious as he expected it to be and he tries not to groan in satisfaction at the taste of something that isn't just instant ramen noodles. But what he doesn't expect, is to see the girl coming out from the school.

Jungkook chokes on a rice cake as he scrambles to grab his paper and flip it open, covering his face. He settles his breathing enough to be able to swallow the bite that almost killed him, his eyes closed in annoyance. When he slowly peeks over the top, he sees her sitting on the front steps again, a little pink lunch sack in her lap. She moves her legs so her skirt doesn't ride up and expose anything, then she opens the lunch bag.

Jungkook watches in mounting disbelief as she pulls out what looks to be a heart-shaped sandwich.

How much weirder can this girl get?

She says something to herself before taking a big bite of the sandwich, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk that stuffed one too many nuts in his mouth.

He shakes his head and stabs a little rice cake before shoving it in his mouth. He isn't sure why this girl is starting to annoy the crap out of him, but she is. Jungkook looks up again when he hears a loud laugh ring out from across the street. A couple that was walking look at the girl like she's insane, but she doesn't seem to notice.

She just covers her mouth with her hand and snorts as she looks at something on her phone. Jungkook scoffs and goes back to his paper, the annoyance seeping off of him.

How can someone be so annoyingly happy all the time? Damn.

It's like she knows she's got everything she's ever wanted and she couldn't care less about anyone else's problems.

Jungkook despises people like that.

It's as if a switch goes off in him and he's suddenly really freaking pissed off. People like her think that life is so easy all the damn time. Do they ever struggle with anything?

He snaps his paper to straighten it out, trying to calm himself down before he goes into that nasty hole of becoming envious of those more fortunate than him.

Against his better judgment, Jungkook looks over the paper at her again, his chest only burning with more hatred as she starts to count the stupid little carrot sticks in the container on her lap.

Fucking annoying.

By the time Jungkook looks up again, the girl is gone. A second later, the bell signaling the end of lunch rings loudly.

Jungkook sits on the bench in a funk until the end of school bell rings. When he finally sees the target coming out of the school, he stands up and starts to follow her. The same routine he's been doing since Monday. Jungkook mulls over a few things in his head as he watches her stop at several food stands until she's got a cup of rice cakes, a scoop of ice cream, a fish cake skewer, and a mochi that's bigger than usual. He doesn't know how she is able to carry all that, but she manages.

She walks around a bit, looking into the windows of shops, her forehead pressing against the glass as she stares at a gaudy red dress. She stuffs another bite of mochi in her mouth, chewing sadly as she reluctantly drags herself away from the store window.

Jungkook looks at the dress in distaste; it's hideous. He can't imagine someone actually buying that thing, besides, it's probably way overpriced anyway.

He turns from it to keep following her, seeing that she's stopped now at a window where a few puppies are running around and playing with each other. The girl smiles at them and puts her hand up to the glass. A tiny brown puppy inches close to her hand and licks the glass that separates them.

She giggles delightedly.

Jungkook watches, emotionless.

When is she going to head home?

Finally, after what feels like hours, the girl starts taking the streets that lead back to her apartment. Jungkook sighs in relief, then he gets another nice surprise when she turns to head into the alley by her house.

A smirk spreads on his face as he enters the alley behind her. He knows what he's going to do.

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The next day passes just like they have been this past week. Jungkook trails the girl from her apartment to the school, from the school back to her apartment. It's a relief to find that whenever she walks, she takes the alley by her house on the way home.

Now, Jungkook is sure what his plan is going to be.

It'll be sure to draw attention when this girl is dead, there's no doubt about it. No one is going to suspect her of being anything other than a school teacher, so why would someone kill her?

Jungkook has thought through it all. This is what he does for a living, of course he isn't going to be sloppy about it. He'll be done with this by Sunday and no one will suspect anything other than a robbery gone wrong.

He happened to overhear the conversation between the target and her friend that drives the black car. The friend will be gone by Saturday morning, out of the picture and none the wiser.

Jungkook needs to be careful today though. He also overheard them this morning talking about how they are going to be meeting up at the girl's apartment tonight. Something about doing girl shit before the friend leaves tomorrow.

So, Jungkook decides to take the day off. He heads back home, not about to be caught by this friend that's probably a lot smarter than the target.

He'll just come to her apartment tomorrow morning and the plan will be over by tomorrow night.

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When you see Mina's car parked out in front of the school, you start running outside excitedly, your bag bouncing as you bound down the front steps.

"M-Mina!"

She has a huge smile on her face when you open the passenger door and climb in. "Hey, girl!" Mina shouts, yanking you over to hug you. "Aren't you excited it's Friday??"

You nod, "Yes, b-but...I am g-gonna miss you." You pout.

Mina shakes her head, "Nuh-uh. Tonight we party, there shall be no tears!"

You laugh as you buckle yourself in, "Ok, I p-promise I won't cry. W-What are we going to do tonight?"

Mina smirks sneakily and nudges your arm, "Oh you'll see~"

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You clap in excitement when you see what Mina has planned for you two. After you unlocked your apartment door and let her in, she had set down a few bags, then instructed you to open them.

Inside one, you found a tub of ice cream, a box of cookies, and a few bags of your favorite types of chips. In the other, there were two blankets, two pairs of fuzzy socks, and a couple different movies.

"We g-get to have m-movie night?" You jump up and down as Mina nods happily.

"Yes! Now you have to pick which movie you want to watch. Should we do romance or comedy?" She starts pulling the stuff out of the bags as you mull over the different choices.

You have a hard time deciding things a lot of the time, that's why Mina usually has you make the choice. She wants you to get some practice making decisions.

After she's set everything up, she turns back to see you on your knees, leaning over the movies that you've laid out on the ground. You're biting the nail on your thumb as you appear concerned, looking at the movies.

Your best friend laughs and moves to crouch next to you. She looks at you and speaks softly, "Do you want to laugh tonight, or do you want to get the butterflies in your tummy?"

You turn to her and a shy smile spreads on your face, "Ok, l-let's do romance!"

A few minutes later, you're cuddled up next to your best friend. You both have fuzzy socks on and blankets, keeping you warm. You each also have a spoon, scooping out the ice cream as your eyes are glued onto one of your favorite romance movies of all time.

Not even three hours have passed when you're both dead asleep on your couch. Soft snores leave Mina's mouth, both of your legs tangled up with each other. The second movie is playing in the background, long forgotten after you both fell asleep not even halfway through.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch groggily. You look around in confusion, forgetting for a minute why you're on the couch. Then you remember and you laugh to yourself as you rub your eyes. Then you look around again.

Mina isn't anywhere and you think for a moment that she's left without saying goodbye. You hang your head, trying not to cry. Then you hear the toilet flush and the water run in the bathroom. You sigh in relief and wait patiently for her to come out.

When she does, you instantly stand up, "Want s-some breakfast?" You offer. She smiles sadly, "I wish I could stay for breakfast. But I have to leave now. I still have to grab my luggage and head to the airport. My flight is at ten."

You look at your phone and see that it's eight o'clock.

"Oh," You say sadly.

Mina walks over and hugs you, "Don't worry, ___. I'll be back before you know it! And I'll call you whenever I'm not working, okay?"

You nod and smile at her to reassure her that you're okay.

She leaves a few minutes later and you find yourself alone in your quiet apartment once again. Your nose twitches as you try not to tear up, then you move to the kitchen to get yourself some of your favorite cereal to cheer yourself up.

You'll have to plan some fun things for you to do while she's gone, or you might just go crazy.

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Jungkook has been outside the girl's apartment since eight this morning. He saw the friend leaving a little after he got there. He recognized her shoulder-length black hair immediately and he knew it was the driver.

He had smiled to himself when he saw her get into her car and drive away. He honestly can't believe the luck he's had on this job so far. This is going to be the easiest he's ever had it.

But now, he's sitting on a bench in complete and utter boredom as he waits for the girl to leave her house. It turns out, she doesn't leave her house until almost lunchtime.

By the time he sees a flash of black and grey, he's almost fallen asleep on the bench. But he jerks up the second he sees the girl hurrying down her stairs. She looks totally different today...

Jungkook is surprised to see the girl is in grey sweatpants and a long black t-shirt. A black bucket hat is on her head, seemingly hiding her bed head if the knotted bits of the hair he can see tell anything.

She's usually more put together, but then again, it is the weekend. Not everyone should be expected to go all out to look decent when they aren't working.

But there is one thing that hasn't changed; the girl is still simple as hell looking.

She doesn't have a bit of make-up on as she rubs her eyes.

He gets up to follow her once she's about two blocks away.

Jungkook shakes his head when he sees that even though her outfit is completely devoid of color today, she still has that damned bag covered in colorful treats.

It seems like today this girl is on a mission. She walks briskly and not a single thing distracts her. She only stops once, to get a small bite of lunch from a food stand. Jungkook realizes where they're headed a second before the girl stops.

She looks into the window of the store and waves at the brown puppy. It wags its tail at her and she smiles for the first time that Jungkook's seen today.

The girl goes into the store and Jungkook follows a minute later.

He sees her talking to a woman at the front. She points at the dogs in the front window and the woman nods with a smile. A minute later, the girl has the brown puppy in her arms as she's sitting in one of the little places with a bench and walls to keep the dogs that are being held from getting out.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Jungkook flinches and turns to see the woman that helped the girl looking at him with a smile. "Oh, uh...I, uh..." Jungkook looks around frantically, then he points at a little black kitten that's sitting in a big cage, staring at him.

"Can I uh...hold that kitten?"

Why the hell is he so awkward??

The woman smiles brighter and nods, "Of course! Come with me."

Jungkook tries not to groan in frustration as he follows her to the kitten's cage. This wasn't part of the plan, but whatever.

The little ball of fluff mewls when the woman takes it out and hands it to a very stressed Jungkook.

Damn it.

He flinches when the kitten licks his nose. The woman laughs, "Looks like he's finally found someone he likes. No one that's ever come in here to hold him has ever had him more than a few seconds before he freaked out."

Jungkook forces himself to smile at the employee. Then, he turns to keep an eye on the girl, pretending like he's just talking to the kitten.

"Hi, little guy." He speaks softly, his eyes shifting to see the girl hugging the puppy close to her chest.

After a few minutes, the girl reluctantly hands the puppy back to the store employee, her eyes watering as she talks to the little dog.

"I p-promise I'll come back and b-buy you next t-time, okay?" Then she hurries out of the store, making Jungkook hand the kitten to a random employee. "I might get him another time." He says in a rush before hurrying out after her.

The day is spent much like it is after she gets off work every day. The girl gets some steamed buns and walks through the park, humming along to whatever song is playing in her headphones. Jungkook strolls along behind her, going through the plan over and over again in his head to make sure he isn't missing anything.

He's pretty sure he's got it all down to the last detail, nothing should go wrong tonight. This target is quite predictable, but there's always that chance that they pull something that you don't expect. Jungkook doubts that'll happen with this girl, but he can't be positive. After all, if she is acting, then she could turn it on him in an instant.

Jungkook watches the girl doubtfully as she tries to stuff more steamed bun into her mouth than it can take.

Geez.

Then the girl suddenly plops down on the ground. Jungkook stops and sits on a nearby bench to watch her. She sets her paper bag of remaining steamed buns on the grass next to her, then pulls out the drawing notebook that Jungkook has seen her use several times this week.

The girl gets right to work, her nose stuffed into the notebook as she scribbles madly. Jungkook fights the urge to get up and look over her shoulder at what she's drawing. He used to love to draw when he was younger. When the world wasn't such a brutal place to live in and be accepted.

Jungkook leans back on the bench and tilts his head up to the sky as he closes his eyes. He gets the feeling that they're going to be here for a while. Besides, he can still hear her drawing, no need to keep an eye on her. The feeling of the warm sun on his skin makes some distant memories try and sneak their way into his brain, but Jungkook immediately blocks them out.

He takes a deep breath of the fresh June air through his nose, then blows it out through his mouth slowly. Hell, he's exhausted.

Jungkook reaches a hand up to snatch his black baseball cap off and sets it in his lap. Then he starts to massage the back of his neck, his eyes still closed. He feels like he hasn't had nearly enough sleep this week, the stress of just wanting to get this blasted job done keeping him up at night.

The sound of the girl drawing and mumbling to herself reaches Jungkook's ears as he continues to massage his neck. Then he moves down and starts to rub the tense part of his shoulder close to his neck. After that, Jungkook moves his hands to start massaging his face. He rubs his eyes and temples, moving down to his cheeks.

"Hello, mister."

Jungkook flinches at the tiny voice and his eyes fly open as he yanks his hands from his face.

There's a very very small girl standing in front of him, her long black hair in two braids on either side of her face. Her huge dark eyes stare into Jungkook's as he calms his breathing.

Fucking hell. Scared the shit out of me.

"What do you-"

Jungkook cuts himself off when the little girl steps even closer until she's standing in between his spread legs. He leans back, one of his eyebrows rising in confusion.

The hell does this girl want?

Jungkook looks around to see if he can find her mother or father. When he looks back at her, she's smiling shyly, her wide eyes still staring straight into his soul.

"What do you need?" He snaps.

She doesn't react to his sharp tone, she just reaches out and snags his baseball cap. Jungkook tries to protest but she places it on her head anyway. She looks even tinier if that's possible, his hat looking positively massive on her small head. "My name is Mi-Rah." She whispers.

Jungkook feels a twist in his stomach. This innocent child shouldn't be anywhere near someone like him. He kills people for a living.

Where on earth are her parents? Have they taught her nothing about stranger danger?

Then Mi-Rah reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of candy in a very crumpled wrapper. She takes Jungkook's large hand and places it into his open palm. "You look very sad, mister. Sometimes all we need to feel happy is something sweet, no matter how small."

Jungkook tears his eyes away from the little candy and looks at the tiny girl in disbelief. How old is she?

"Uh...thank you-"

"You don't have to thank me, mister. Maybe just...make someone else smile today. Give someone else a chance to be happy." The little girl says simply. Then she takes his hat off her head and places it back onto his own before turning and running off.

What the hell.

That girl spoke like an adult, but she couldn't have been any older than seven. Jungkook shakes his head, then glances at the candy. It has a bit of lint on it, there's no way in hell he's gonna eat that. So, without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket, then his eyes shift over to where the girl is drawing.

Except she isn't there.

"Fuck." Jungkook jumps up and whips his head around, scanning the park. When he doesn't see a single sign of her, a growl leaves his throat and he starts walking. If that kid hadn't distracted him, this wouldn't have happened.

Jungkook walks around for a good two hours, but he hasn't seen the girl once. Now he's starting to panic. The sun will start going down soon.

What if she already went home?

His plan would be ruined.

Crap.

Jungkook takes his cap off and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. He doesn't want to have to wait another day to get this over with.

One more hour passes as Jungkook frantically walks around the city. He even goes to the girl's apartment to see if he can tell if she went home, but all the lights inside are off so she probably isn't in there.

After another hour, the sun is down.

Jungkook curses and kicks at a little stone on the sidewalk, watching it roll into the grass. He fucked up. He got distracted and now he's going to have to do this all over again tomorrow if he's even lucky enough that the girl will go out and stay out all day tomorrow.

After all these years, he's never lost a target before. He feels like an idiot. Out of all the hits he's had, every single one, this weird-ass kindergarten teacher is the one he loses. All because he let some kid come and distract him for a second.

He curses again and resists the urge to throw a punch at something, anything.

Jungkook turns around, ready to head home and curse himself until the day he dies. But he stops short when he sees a familiar figure walking down the street. A bucket hat covers their face, but the unmistakably ridiculous bag is hanging from her shoulder.

"Fucking hell." Jungkook sighs in relief as he watches the girl make her way towards the alley. His luck is back! The second the girl turns into the dark and desolate walkway, Jungkook follows her in.

She's singing softly to herself as she walks slowly, taking her time. As if there isn't a killer looming right behind her.

Jungkook pulls the gun he grabbed from his safe earlier out of his back pocket. The girl stops, then crouches to pick something up as Jungkook switches the safety off his gun.

He raises it slowly.

A tiny laugh slips out of the girl's mouth as she messes with something on the ground, her smaller figure crouched on the dirty cement of the alley.

Jungkook aims carefully, he's got a perfect target.

He can do it.

He can be done with this.

So, why isn't he pulling the trigger?

Jungkook shakes his head and raises the gun again.

Fuck.

The girl stands up again and starts to walk quickly.

Shit, shit, shit Jungkook scrambles after her, almost tripping on the trash piled in the alley. She happens to be the one to trip on it first. Her arms flail out and a tiny shriek leaves her mouth as she tumbles to the ground. "Ow." He hears her whimper quietly. "Owie." She pulls her right knee out from under her and pulls her sweats up enough to see the small cut on it. Ok, enough dilly-dallying Jungkook. Get it done. Jungkook raises the gun once more as the girl gets to her feet and starts to walk away. He's about to call out and get her attention so he can get her from the front. Make it look like a robbery gone bad. That's when he sees the papers on the ground that had fallen out of her bag when she fell. He doesn't know what possesses him to look closer, but he does. Shock courses through him at the drawings he sees. They're fucking terrible. They look like a four-year-old drew them, the coloring not even in the lines she drew. What the hell even is that? A fucking bird? There's something that looks kind of like an apple tree next to the deformed-looking bird thing. Another picture shows an awfully drawn lollipop. Who messes up a lollipop? Jungkook looks up at the girl, who has stopped to look at her phone. "Give someone else a chance to be happy." The tiny girl's words suddenly ring through his mind and Jungkook swallows thickly. He lowers the gun, his arm hanging limply at his side. "Damn it." The girl swivels when she hears the voice of a man behind her, but when she turns there's no one there. She glances at the dumpsters and trash bags and listens intently. When she doesn't hear anything, she quickly turns and runs out of the alley. She runs the rest of the way home, only stopping when she's gotten inside and locked her door. ________________

"Fucking stupid!" Jungkook screams and throws the gun onto his bed. Why the hell did he hesitate? He never hesitates. He's shot dozens of people dead and he never blinked an eye. Why? Why now? This is the most paying job he's ever gotten and now he's fucked it up! He got distracted. That's all. If he hadn't spoken to that kid today or seen those stupid drawings, he wouldn't have messed up. "Ok, that's it," Jungkook growls and stomps over to the file sitting on his coffee table. It's been sitting there since Sunday a week ago. He grabs it and opens it angrily, a few papers spilling out and onto the floor. He doesn't bother cleaning them up. He just grabs the last one, the folded picture of the target. Jungkook unfolds it and glares at the image of the smiling girl. "I don't give a fuck why you're a target. I'm going to fucking kill you on Monday and that's it!" Then he tears the picture in half. He tosses it onto the coffee table and slumps down onto his couch, mentally exhausted. _______________ Jungkook spends Sunday holed up in his apartment. He's never been so pissed at himself before. No more distractions. If he doesn't get this done tomorrow, he doesn't know what he'll do. This hit is driving him insane. The only time he leaves his apartment is when Hoseok knocks and asks him to come over for dinner. As much as he would rather do anything but that, he agrees with a plastered smile. Jungkook sits at Hoseok's dining table awkwardly as his neighbor plates up the fried rice he made and hands a plate to him. "Thank you." Jungkook takes it and his stomach growls the second he smells the food. This is the first homecooked meal he's had in...well as long as he can remember. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and Hoseok laughs, "Oh, I almost forgot! I hope you don't mind, I invited some more of my friends over." Jungkook shakes his head, "I don't mind at all." When Hoseok opens the door, Jungkook sees a tall handsome man with broad shoulders and black hair walk in. He's taken by surprise by the man's beauty for a split second before he snaps out of it and sees another man walk in. This one is shorter and his hair is bleached blonde. The first man has a huge smile on his face and the second looks like his face has been set into a permanent look of uninterest. "Hi! You must be Jungkook!" The taller man says happily, reaching a hand out to shake Jungkook's. The younger man nods, "Yes, I am." "I'm Seokjin! And this is Yoongi." The handsome man turns and points at the blonde. Yoongi nods and sends Jungkook a small smile. "Nice to meet you," Jungkook responds politely, trying not to be awkward as hell. The only person he's really spoken to as an acquaintance for years is Hoseok, and he's only known him a little less than a year. Dinner goes by rather smoothly and the food is delicious, but Jungkook is grateful when he finally steps back into his own apartment. He's usually good at faking with people, part of his job is to charm people and put all suspicion off of himself. Tonight was different though, he felt exposed and like he couldn't put up a facade with those men. He takes a long hot shower, trying to wash away all the stress from the past week. When he's out of the shower and in his shorts, Jungkook crawls into bed and turns out the light. He blankly stares into the darkness for a while, trying not to let his brain run rampid so he can sleep. But he thinks back to the dinner a little while ago, anyway. Seokjin and Yoongi were nice, and Hoseok has always been kind to him. But, Jungkook feels uncomfortable, he feels off. He just isn't cut out for friends. He's a killer. That's all he is and that's all he'll ever be. And killers are meant to be alone. ______________ Jungkook sighs as he sits on the bench in front of the school. Hopefully, this will be the last day he has to do this. The girl had already gone into the kindergarten hours ago, it's nearing the end of the school day. All he has to do is tough it out until tonight. If the girl doesn't stay out till dark, he'll just have to lure her out of her apartment later somehow. He'll figure that out when he comes to it. The bell rings and Jungkook gets up to buy a paper from the old man that he's become quite acquainted with this past week. The two of them chat it up a bit as Jungkook watches the school doors. Eventually, he sees the girl leading a long line of kids out the front doors and down into the grass to wait to be picked up. It takes a little longer than usual, but finally, all the kids are gone and the girl goes back inside. When she comes out and starts walking down the street, Jungkook follows on the other side. As he walks he keeps an eye on her, but that means he isn't looking ahead. "Umph!" Jungkook jumps back in surprise when he sees a little old woman glaring at him after he ran into her. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry." Jungkook bows his head in apology and the old woman nods curtly before walking around him. He looks back across the street, only to groan at seeing the girl is nowhere to be seen. "Not again." Jungkook moans in dismay. Then he jumps a mile high when he feels someone tap his shoulder. "Excuse m-me, sir." Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him. She's clutching a piece of paper in her hands as a smile spreads on her face when she looks at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught. "Th-This is for you." She holds out the paper. Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving hers. When the initial shock leaves his body, Jungkook tears his eyes away from the girl and looks down at what she gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target. What the hell is this?

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first. Let me know what you think <3

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simeons-sinful-saint · 4 years ago

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EAS

(OM) Brothers x GN!Reader

Synopsis: A storm is a brewing, and the brothers are unprepared for it.

WC: 1.2K

Note: So this is very America centric, bc we have the tornados. Trust me, I’ve lived through many of them lol I saw the trend on TikTok of people rating EAS through the world and I had this crack head idea. So I hope you enjoy lmao

“Ugh, why can’t we go out MC?” Mammon whined throwing himself onto the couch.

“Dude, it’s pouring out there. Just because you’d be ok in it doesn’t mean I would be.”

The cracks of thunder and lightning were far off in the distance, and you all were stuck at your parents’ house. Luckily, they were away at a friend’s house. You doubt that they’d be back anytime soon.

“Isn’t there anything else to watch on the TV? The Ruri-Chan marathon isn’t on anymore.” Levi was flipping through channels unable to pick anything.

You tried looking at the TV guide he was running through, “What about Jurassic Park? That’s a good movie.”

“Oh! Is that the one with the dinosaurs?” Mammon suddenly got up and tried to take the remote from Levi.

“Get off me you idiot!”

“Can you guys shut up? I’m trying to read here.” Satan sounded very annoyed, and you don’t blame him. Honestly, the brothers’ antics get on your nerves each time.

Lucifer was in the other room, so he couldn’t help you break them up. Honestly, there was a lot happening. You had those two fighting, and you have Beel cleaning out the fridge. It meant you had to replace all of that food before your parents got home.

You can already feel the headache develop.

Suddenly, the TV froze.

“What the fuck MC? Why is it broken—“

“Just shut up Mammon!”

Your worst fear came true. The loud alarm started ringing through the living room causing all of the boys to jump.

You could only sigh.

“MY NAILS!” Asmo shrieked as nail polish now pooled out onto the coffee table. You could still hear Belphie’s soft snores from behind you. Of course, he wouldn’t wake up during this.

Beel and Lucifer ran into the room.

“MC, what is happening?” Lucifer tried to sound calm, but obviously the warning was pretty terrifying.

The screen turned black, and white letters across the screen read: Emergency Alert System.

The alarm was followed by ringing making the brothers, besides Belphie, cover their ears.

Then of course it began…

The National Weather Service in (City) has issued a Tornado Warning for…

“What the hell is a tornado?!” Mammon yelled.

“It’s a rotating column of air that causes a lot of damage when touched down on the ground.” Satan wasn’t helping.

“Guys just calm down. It’s just a tornado. They’re very common here.” You tried to give them reassurance but that only fed fuel to the fire, “umm…besides, we don’t know if it’s an actual tornado heading towards us.”

At 9:31, National Weather Service Doppler Radar indicated hook signatures most common in tornado sightings. A funnel cloud had been spotted touching the ground by emergency experts.

Damn it.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?!” Levi was holding on to Mammon, well at least they stopped fighting.

You groaned, “Guys, no one is going to die. We just have to take shelter.”

This storm has a history of producing ping pong sized hail. Locations affected were…

“Oooh hail sounds scary…” Asmo was grabbing on to you. You could feel him shaking, “MC, what’s hail?”

“They’re pellets of frozen rain that you don’t have to worry about. It’s just going to ruin my car…”

Take cover now. Move to an interior room of the lowest floor in a sturdy building. Avoid windows.

The alarm beeped a few more times before stopping, warning still on the screen. It was going to repeat itself any minute.

“We have to go to the basement,” you said, “It’s safest in there.”

“But MC it said an interior room—“ Satan couldn’t finish his sentence.

“That’s for houses that don’t have basements!”

You grab the radio used for emergencies like this, “Come on. Into the basement!”

“MC WE’RE GOING TO DIE!” Mammon was crying at this point.

“We’re not going to die, Mammon. Follow MC’s instructions.” At least Lucifer was helping you. Beel went back to the kitchen.

“No Beel! There’s a fridge down there with ice cream you can eat!”

He turned around and finally went downstairs. You started counting heads and realized one was missing.

“BELPHIE!” You bolt back upstairs to see he finally woke up.

“what’s going on…” he yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The tornado sirens from outside started blaring. You could hear the panic from downstairs with Lucifer yelling at them to keep quiet.

“No time! Basement!” You almost pushed Belphie down the stairs, running down yourself. Everyone was just standing around not knowing what to do.

“So now what?” Satan asked. You turned on the radio and set it down on the washing machine.

“We wait.”

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“I’m bored!” Mammon yelled.

“Tough shit! We don’t have the all clear yet, so we can’t go upstairs.”

“What do we do if your house gets blown away?! All of my luggage?!

“That’s not going to happen Asmo! Everyone, just remain calm. We don’t even know how powerful the tornado is. It probably is nothing. Small ones happen all the time here.”

“What if it isn’t small?!” Levi was still freaked out, basically now huddled into a corner.

You sigh, “That’s for me to worry about, not you guys…”

“Listen to MC. Obviously they know what to do. So, stay quiet.” You mouth the words ‘thank you’ to Lucifer. Honestly, he, Satan, Beel, and Belphie were the only ones that weren’t driving your anxiety through the roof.

“How do we know it’s near us?” Satan asked.

You thought about it, “Well, it kind of sounds like a train, but it’s mainly just the thunder you here. Really no one really knows since ya know…no one wants to be in one. They just say they roar.”

Lucifer hummed, “They said people saw one. Was it by accident?”

“No, there are people called storm chasers whose entire job is to follow activity in a thunderstorm like this.”

“WAIT, PEOPLE CHASE THESE?!” Levi and Mammon screamed.

You nod your head, “It’s dangerous work, so they get paid a lot.”

Something then changed in Mammon’s eyes, “Well when you put it like that—“

“No!” You and Lucifer yelled.

“This ice cream is really good, MC.” Beel already finished your parents ice cream and now moved onto yours.

You pouted, but it was for the greater good. You didn’t want Beel to wander back into the kitchen nor did you want everyone annoyed by his stomach, “I’m glad.”

Belphie was happily asleep next to him. At least he wasn’t panicking.

“Ok, can you guys please be quiet? I need to hear the weatherman.”

Finally, everyone calmed down and paid attention to the radio, “If you are in the (City) area, you have the all clear. But make sure to stay tuned in.”

“Well, ya heard him,” you started heading upstairs.

“MC DON’T!!”

You turned around to stare at Mammon, Levi, and Asmo, “Guys…it’s fine.”

Opening the basement door, everything was fine. None of the windows were broken, and there wasn’t much hail outside. Your car had been spared.

“I guess it really is okay…” Mammon said as the others came up. The TV was back on to the regular program. Levi was about to grab the remote until you swiped it from him.

“Nope! We’re watching the local news!”

Mammon and Levi groaned. But for now, there was a calm after the storm.

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escapewriter · 4 years ago

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purple panda

pairing : eric x reader

genre : fluff, humor, arcade date, established relationship

type : drabble

wc : 573

warnings : none

main masterlist || tbz written masterlist

“Ha! I won.” You exclaim as you turn to Eric who let out a sigh of defeat. You both had played the basketball arcade game and the score difference was shocking.

“You blocked half of my shots that could have easily been a point.” He claimed as you scoffed with a smirk on your lips.

“You’re just pouty because you didn’t think of doing it,” you walk past him, causing him to turn to follow where you were going, “now come on, let's play another game.” You giggle, holding your hand out for him as he scowls, dragging his feet and slipping his fingers into yours.

Today was one of the only days where you could spend time with Eric because you both had busy jobs. It was hard not being able to see each other often even when you both lived together. One of you would always end up getting home late, leaving the other to sleep first. It was nice to finally have a day together.

“You pick the next game.” You say and watch as he scans the area, eyes landing on a claw machine. You hesitate as he brings you towards a row of machines with various prizes. “Uh Eric, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Babe, trust me. I got this.” He takes his wallet out, retrieving a dollar bill before turning to you. “Which stuffed animal do you want?” You scan the inside of the glasses, still unsure if he should do this.

“I don’t want anything.” You smile innocently, knowing that if you tell him which one you want, he won’t stop until he gets it for you.

“Oh come on. You don’t want,” he walks a bit, looking at all the stuffed toys, “a big purple panda?” He smirks, knowing he’s hit the jackpot as he sees your jaw slack. You loved collecting panda stuffed animals, but you hated when Eric wastes money on you.

“Okay fine, but you only get to use three dollars.”

“Have more faith in me sweetheart.” His smile is smug as he inserts the bill and holds the joystick, his other hand hovering over the button.

“Don’t get too cocky now.” You sigh, hoping that he actually gets the stuffed animal on his first try.

The claw moves, music now erupting from the speakers as Eric bites his lip in anticipation. He directs the claw as it jolts and swings, now coming to a stop above the purple panda. You hold your breath as he presses the button. The claw lowers, landing right on top of the stuffed animal. It closes, grabbing onto nothing before lifting up and resetting. Eric sighs, eyebrows furrowing before getting his wallet to retrieve another dollar bill.

“I have two more tries, I’ll get it.”

***

“Eric, you spent ten dollars already, it’s okay.” You giggle, holding his arm to restrain him from getting money out of an ATM.

“But I want to win one for you.” He pouts as he caresses your hand that holds his arm. You grin at him, appreciating all his efforts to win you that stuffed animal.

“It’s okay babe, I don’t need it. I have plenty at home.” He nods his head in defeat before gripping one of your hands and intertwining your fingers.

“I will conquer it one day though.” You let out a chuckle and kiss his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go get some ice cream.”

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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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( VELVETEEN RABBIT. )

What do you get when you mix Thumper and Bambi? Answer: Jeon Jungkook.

pairing. french lop bunny!jjk x ragdoll cat f!reader.

genre + rating. hybrid!au set in college. super fluffy, a little angsty, with a dash of smut to balance it all out. explicit towards the end because i just can’t help myself. oops.

tags / warnings. honestly, this jungkook should just come with his own warning. but more realistically, mentions of kook using a scrunchie, kook being cute, kook railing his date after using the world’s worst puns... the usual.

wc. 4.4k

beta reader(s). @hobi-gif as always become, c’mon. i’m me. she’s her.

author note. this was written as part of @thebtswritersclub‘s a hybrid fest and is gloriously late (i’m so sorry @ditttiii). i’ve never written anything hybrid-related before so hopefully you enjoy. feedback goes a long way! xoxo

He orders the same thing every time he’s in. Iced Americano, no room for cream, and a single almond croissant. (Every once in a while, he switches it up for matcha but that’s exceedingly rare.) He always pays with a tap of his wrist - a sleek black AppleWatch with rubber band - and flashes his trademark slightly too-big smile. All the girls swoon. So do the guys. Everyone except for you.

He’s unnervingly handsome, with long dark ears that sometimes hang in front of his eyes. You’ve caught him with them pulled back Lola Bunny-style, knotted with a loose silk scrunchie that looks nearly as soft as his fur. His hair’s usually unkempt, tossed into a little sprout of a bun, overly long fringe falling all over his big round eyes. He wears butterfly clips sometimes, though that’s usually on days where he isn’t freshly sweaty and carrying his gym bag. They appear in his hair when it’s damp from a shower, the smell of papaya and honey clinging to every inch of him. You know, because you have a great nose - one that’s sensitive to every smell under the sun but especially his. (You try not to think about it much.)

It’s a Wednesday morning when you notice the change. It doesn’t register at first, acknowledgement coming in a curious sniff at the air. Weird.

“Thanks,” he says like clockwork, a well-oiled polite machine, deceptively slender hands receiving the exceedingly hot cup without a care in the world. He’s got his usual bag over his shoulder - overly big, black, almost tactical - and a pair of comfortable looking pants on that seem more like they belong on your beloved grandmother. Somehow, he rocks it (but he always does). “Have a nice day.”

Because of course he says that. Of course he steals the words right out of your mouth, turns them back on you as easy as he makes your heart rattle around in your chest like it’s a Friday night bingo ball.

He moves toward the bar - he only ever grabs three napkins, tucks them into the slot on the left side of his bag - but pauses halfway there. Rooted to the same spot as always, sleek ears following the imposing line of his shoulders.

One, two—

The thumping starts, so quiet it’s almost negligible. But you catch it, because you always do and because you’re the reason for it.

He turns then, levels you with a look from the corner of those pretty, pretty eyes and you can’t help but laugh, openly, unashamedly, with the back of your hand plastered to your mouth. A true ojou-sama.

His mouth quirks - does that funny thing where he sucks in his cheek then rolls it back out with his tongue - and you think he might finally say something. Call you out for writing his name wrong for the past five weeks, finding more and more creative ways to do so every time. Even occasionally using nicknames - silly things you’d come up with while on the walk home, or during lunch, or in bed.

“Good one,” he states, laugh lines threading over his face, prominent around his eyes. His nose wiggles with the sound - another of his traits that comes out to play often. Your favourite of them all, if you’re being honest.

“Anytime.”

You don’t realise it’s him until it’s too late, until you’re practically running into him, bouncing off the broad expanse of his back with a startled squeak. Lucky for you, you’re quick on your feet, catching yourself before your skull can become too well-acquainted with the red brick wall to your right.

“You okay?” Though he asks, you have a sneaking suspicion he knows you’re not and an even stronger suspicion that he’d been waiting for you, hovering past the entrance of the cafe with his big university hoodie on.

“Barely,” you manage around a laugh, straightening the backpack slung over your shoulders, packed to the brim with goodies you got to bring home at the end of the night and two of your textbooks.

“Should watch where you’re going.”

This is the most conversation you’ve had - ever. But it’s fun, easy, organic and natural. You wonder why that is.

“You should watch where you’re standing, actually.”

He’s so much bigger than you, imposingly tall (especially being part of the Leporidae family) and wide in the chest. Not bulky by any means, but big. Strong. Threaded with a strength you don’t normally see in hybrids of his kind. It probably has to do with how often you see him covered in sweat and panting, basketball hooked under his arm, soccer cleats tied to his bag.

When he speaks again, it’s full of mirth, squeezing his round eyes near shut. “Got a problem with me standing here?”

You nod, solemn as ever (which is really never, but that’s besides the point). “It’s dangerous to block entryways, didn’t you know?” You’re gesturing to the awning, the dark interior just past the window of the shop. “You’re loitering, Jungkook.”

“So you do know my name.” You can tell he’s not surprised - that he’s hamming it up for dramatics, softly pink lips rounded in a little ‘O’. He’s cute like this, you think. Playful in a way you’ve never seen before.

“I do?”

There’s that cheek thing again. It’s even more attractive up close, the shape of his jaw thrown into prominent relief when he sucks in a breath.

“You just said it.”

You nod, thoughtful, finger tapping upon your chin. “I guess I did.”

“Say it again,” he states, expression inscrutable, eyes bright. They’re so glossy even under the dimmed streetlights, impossibly big and undeniable. So easy to get lost in - if your attention weren’t caught by something else.

“What is that?”

You’d noticed it earlier in the day, caught the scent in passing sometime during the early hours. You’d been unable to place it then, too distracted by freshly ground coffee, a girl’s three too many spritzes of Daisy by Marc Jacobs, and baking banana loaves.

It’s heady, masculine. A strong musk that sinks into your nose and makes it twitch, ears rotating as if that’ll help pin the smell down.

“What’s what?” You hadn’t realised how close you’d become, your face five seconds from planting directly into his chest. (It’d probably be nice - you know how soft your school’s merchandise is.) “Are you okay?” He asks because you’re now, actually, planting your face right against the worn navy cotton. It’s terribly nice, silk upon your cheek.

You answer more to his clothes than to him, nosing into the fabric. “You smell different.”

You feel more than hear his laughter, the sound barreling past his teeth seconds later. The vibrations running along his spine jostle you from your position face first upon him but you don’t mind. It doesn’t send you far, dark eyes peering up into the face of the bunny hybrid. True to his kind, his nose is twitching, puffs of laughter expanding his cheeks when he meets your stare.

“No I don’t.”

“You do.” Tone firm, a finger lands upon the neatly embroidered N on his hoodie. The white stitching stands in stark contrast to your baby blue nails. “You smell… off.”

Whether Jungkook’s offended or not, you can’t tell. He’s got that same strange expression on his face - the one from this morning when he’d received his coffee. It’s made up of too many moving parts: the flutter of his lashes, the coil of his jaw, the minute tick of the corner of his mouth. You can’t read him for shit, somehow more confused now than in your 300-level art history class. (You’d taken it as one of your optional electives assuming it’d be an easy A. You were wrong.)

“Sorry you think so,” he hums, looking down at you. You’ve seemed to fully forget the meaning of personal space, edged up beside him as if you’re best friends and not just two ships passing in the night.

“It’s not bad.” Really, it isn’t. It’s strong and sensual, vegetal in a way, calming in another. But it isn’t unwelcome.

In fact, you think you might like this scent a little more - less sweet than what normally clings to his skin, natural honeycomb rather than processed sugar. It zings across your teeth, pieces broken up and scattered behind your molars. You can practically taste it. Him.

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

You share a look - one that says more than all the words you’ve ever spoken, that threads together all the silly laughter, narrowed stares, (written) flirtations. It settles between the two of you, filling the spaces with something akin to cotton, light and airy and soft.

The desire to speak lingers, hidden just beyond the cotton candy dusting. Should you? Shouldn’t you? You still have no idea what he’s doing here, a street urchin making his rounds on the campus village.

He beats you to it. “Can I walk you back to your dorm?”

You don’t think you could want anything more. “Sure.”

Silence falls again but it’s comfortable, a caress rather than a crutch. The grounds are surprisingly quiet - wayward students on their way to the library or heading home from lectures. There are no picnic blankets spread across the grass, no gaggles of girls dressed in school colours. It feels like the first day of fall, change sitting heavy in the air.

“So—” You start.

He finishes, “do you wanna go on a date with me?”

That’s surprising. (Or is it? You’re not really sure.) You nearly trip over your own two feet in your haste to look at him, entire body swivelling on the spot because apparently you can’t just turn your head like a normal person. Something something all or nothing.

“What?”

“Do. You. Want. To—” He’s being insufferable for the hell of it. You can see it in his eyes, glossy things shining down at you like he’s got the entire fucking nightsky hung in them.

“Not if you keep that up,” you retort, though you both know you’re lying. You’ve been waiting - wishing, wanting - for this moment since the day you laid eyes on him. Since Yuri had elbowed you so hard in the ribs you’d thought you’d be bruised for days, since Jae had rambled on and on for his entire shift about the cute new bunny who’d come in that morning. Since that very first wrongly spelt name on his plastic cup and every visit since.

“Is that a challenge?”

“You won’t get it in.”

He scoffs, loud and drawn out, cheek rounding with disbelief at your disbelief. How can you possibly doubt him - school basketball star and all-around athletic freak of nature?

“What do I get if I do?” The ball rests in his palm, poised to be shot through the hoop, sunk without making contact with the rim. He’s confident - he’s done it a million times.

“A pat on the back?” As much as you tease him - loop mockery around nearly every syllable you speak, you’re endlessly supportive, already carrying the fruits of his labour under your arms. A Pikachu shoved haphazardly into the purse slung across your body, a Snorlax tucked under your arm at an awkward angle that crushes his poor head, a Sylveon tucked into the side pocket of his joggers. (The arcade was really into Pokemon, apparently.) “Me saying thank you?”

“Not good enough.” He leans in close - those big galaxy eyes practically swallowing you whole - and taps a single finger upon your nose. It makes your nostrils flare, an itch blooming under his touch. “Gotta sweeten the deal.”

You must look hilarious because Jungkook’s biting back a smile, smirking down at you. Then, all at once, without breaking eye contact, he’s extending his arm, flicking his wrist, and— swish!

In goes the ball, leaving him with a perfect score.

“I want you to stay the night.”

You think he’s joking. He must be joking. This is your third date.

But he’s staring at you like he’s completely serious, gaze expectant, lips pursed around something that reads like a smile but has your heart doing a strange little one-two step in your chest. It soars for a moment, high above the clouds like the string orchestra of a choral work - Beethoven’s Ninth in D minor.

“Are you propositioning me, Jeon Jungkook?” It’s the same reaction he always has when you say his name: a twitch of his ear, the corner of his bottom lip quirking and then resetting, eyes so sparkly it’s almost absurd.

“No. I’m just telling you what I want.”

“Huh.” You should say no. Guys like him - with charm that oozes out of every pore, whose offhanded smiles break more hearts than you ever have - are almost always bad news. Too sweet, too funny, simply too much for your feeble heart to take.

“Is that a yes?” He’s got you in his clutches - a viper rather than a hare, with a smile so dangerous you’re paralysed by just the sight of it. (Who needs venom?)

Your words catch in your throat, stick to one another like the deformed gummies at the bottom of the movie theatre bag. What comes out isn’t what you expect. “Okay.”

Damn you. Damn him. Damn how good he smells and the big dumb grin that spreads over his lips, sunshine in human form, undeniable and warm and cute enough to start a war over. (That’s probably what’s happening - a vicious battle between your head and your heart.)

Damn his stupid thumping foot that you can make out over the sound of the video games, the boisterous din. It’s so cute you can’t help yourself from smiling, mouth pulling and pursing around the delight that begs to be freed.

“Cool,” he says, and you almost think that’s not very cool. He’s so nonchalant, cavalier about it as if it means nothing. You’d be bothered if you felt like you didn’t know him so well - hadn’t learnt his idiosyncrasies over the last two months.

How he looks when he laughs really hard, his slightly too-big front teeth taking up all the real estate in his mouth. How he sounds when he’s tired (groggy, with a lisp that rarely sees the light of day otherwise) or when he’s told he’s wrong (pouty, with his bottom lip jutted out so cutely you want to scream). How he runs every morning, hits the gym every night, and eats double your protein because fitness, bro! How his cheat meal of choice is soy garlic fried chicken from the place off-campus and he hates tangy, tart desserts (your lemonade lip gloss not included, he insists). How he can’t sleep if he’s too hot - which he often is - and he spends way too long combing through his ears with a specialty brush he doesn’t let anyone touch. How he’s secretly raindrops and gummy bears and hand holding in the car, so much more than his high school superlative of most likely to grace the cover of GQ.

You wonder, because you know those things, does that make you special? Does it make you immune to the heartbreak that you swear you imagine whenever your mood drops (not often, but often enough)?

You hope so.

“Let’s go shoot guns?” He’s tearing you from your reverie, planting an open-mouthed kiss to your temple. It’s sloppy and not very refined, much less suave than what you’d expect from your school’s soccer captain (and basketball small forward and swim team stand-in). You suppose that’s why you like him so much - because he’s always surprising you, keeping you on your toes.

“Let’s.” You agree, letting your date drag you toward the Time Crisis machine. It’s blissfully unoccupied, allowing the two of you to slide into place. He takes the blue gun, you the red.

He squeezes your hip when you take up position, one eye squeezed shut as you look down the barrel of the plastic weapon. “Better not let me die.”

“Better not get shot,” you return.

He doesn’t listen - failing halfway through the helicopter scene, his shot missing and resulting in some sad miserable death in the form of Continue? blinking across the screen. Neither of you mind that much though. He occupies himself on his phone, free hand tucked into the back pocket of your jeans. You play better when he’s not shouting terrible call-outs, nearly crashing into you because he gets so into it.

(How he’s never got a concussion on the basketball/soccer/etc. field before, you’re not sure.)

By the time you’re done - a good five minutes later, you think - Jungkook’s growing restless, tugging at your belt loops enough that you stumble with every shot, nearly knocking yourself out when you have to steady yourself on the centre console.

“Kook!” Your glare is barely that, too affectionate to dissuade him from his childish antics.

He pulls you forward, traps you between his thick thighs, tattooed hands settling comfortably on your hips. “Let’s go home.”

“Someone’s in a hurry.”

Of course, he doesn’t deny that.

It’s not the first time you’ve been over. Not even your second or third. You’ve met up with him before his games, thrown his jersey overtop and helped him wrap his fingers before hitting the court. You’d even had to grab his cleats for him once, running across campus as he did drills in his socks as punishment.

This time feels different. You know why but it doesn’t make it an easier pill to swallow. It lodges somewhere in your throat, makes it hard to breathe when you kick off your shoes and tuck them neatly beside Jungkook’s.

“Are you hungry?” He’s already in the small kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at you as you linger in the adjoining hallway, bag halfway over your head.

“I’m good.” You are, really. You’d eaten one donut too many at the arcade, indulged in a little too much disgusting nacho cheese goodness. You don’t really understand how your date’s still hungry, a cucumber crunching between his teeth when he turns back to you.

Standing there, vegetable devoured in quick, decisive bites, he looks every inch the French lop bunny he is.

You reach him in the same instant he finishes his midnight snack. Arms fold around you like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing, head dropping to rest comfortably upon yours. Like this, his ears tickle your cheek - velveteen fur lost to the silk of your hair. “Are you tired?”

Another no comes - spoken into the fuzzy fabric of his sweater - and he hums above you, whole frame rattling with the noise.

“No bed then?”

At least he’s transparent, you think.

“One track mind much?” You’re only teasing. A part of you looks forward to… whatever it is that sits over the horizon, lost past the creaky bedroom door and somewhere beneath his surprisingly soft sheets. (You’d asked about them once - he’d told you his mother liked to send him housewares to remind him of home. He was a real mama’s boy that way.)

The monster only laughs, snuggles into your hair like it’s home. “Can you blame me?”

You can’t do much of anything when he’s like this - so utterly adorable and enticing and good for your heart that it feels as if you’ve taken a straight dose of morphine.

“Let’s go to bed, Wookie.” Another nickname, recently coined after you’d spent an evening watching Star Wars for the first time.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You whack him on the way to his bedroom, smack a hand over the arm curled around your shoulders. He pretends like it hurts, howls in a way he he thinks resembles a wounded animal but really just sounds stupid. “Not a ma’am.”

“Sir?” He asks, just to make you laugh.

“If you don’t shut up—”

He pushes you through the door of his bedroom while giggling to himself, sound puffing out of his cheeks. “Don’t be mad, kitten.” The two of you drop to the bed, a tangle of limbs and silken fur and squeaking laughter. “You’re so purr-ty when you’re annoyed.”

He’s doing it again. Dropping those stupid cat puns that make your nose wrinkle, ink-tipped ears folding back against your head.

“I think I’m hiss-terical, don’t you?”

Face adamantly buried into his sheets, you don’t give him the time of day. You don’t even care that your mascara is probably rubbing off against the charcoal fabric, lipstick tint doing potentially irreversible damage. He knows how unfunny you find these jokes, how you’ve heard them your whole life and roll your eyes so hard your optic nerve might sever every time you face another.

What’s the point of sharing your pet peeves with him when all he does is lean into them? Use them against you like it’s the cool thing to do. Make you wonder what you’d seen in him when he was just another customer, another boy in Seoul National indigo and bedhead so dishevelled it begged to be managed.

(You’re not sure why you’re so irritated suddenly, caught in the clutches of a moodswing as you curl into your side and ignore his bad jokes.)

Stupid Jeon Jungkook. Annoying, silly, too-cool-for-his-own-good Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook who makes you second guess your choices, leaves you breathless and confused with just one dumb look. Who has convinced you into his bed and teases you mercilessly, snickering to himself as his foot bounces against the floorboards because he finds himself that funny.

“Baby?” The pet name comes, presses itself past your curtain of hair and invades your thoughts.

You say nothing, adamantly faced away.

He doesn’t like that, sneaking his hands around you and cradling you into his chest as if that’ll lighten the mood. (It does, a little bit, but you don’t tell him that.) “Don’t ignore me,” he mumbles, warmth breath tickling your ears, fingers dancing over the rungs of your ribs as if they’re ivory and not bone, playing a tune only he can hear.

“Stop with the shitty jokes,” you retort. You’re being difficult - can feel the vinegar turning your blood even as he tries to will it all away.

You feel the intake, the rise and fall of his broad chest. You can only imagine how hard he’s biting his tongue, careful to keep his next errant pun at bay. People don’t tell him no - only you. Maybe that’s why you do it, to remind him you’re not just like everyone else.

“Sorry.”

You don’t tell him to show you how sorry— but he does anyway.

You’re astounded by him, utterly entranced by the way he moves. How power runs the length of his frame, manoeuvres each of his limbs and turns your own to jelly.

He’s got you face down, ass up, hands cradling your hips like they’re his home and he can’t bear to let go. Every upward stroke feels like heaven - feels like a million lifetimes of pleasure you can barely wrap your thoughts around. He’s impossibly big, thick and long. The first thought you’d had when he’d stripped his black Calvin Kleins was pretty.

You realise now there’s nothing pretty about him. He’s filthy - the devil come to collect as he fucks you across his bed, nearly loses you to the pillows at the head with each snap of his hips. (What they said about rabbits was true, you think.)

“B-Bunny,” you sob, scratch over cotton that’s worn soft and smells exactly like your favourite sweater of his. The linens are defenseless, tangled up and wrinkled with each flex of your fingers, bunched up within your palms every time he buries himself like he’s looking for the answer to life, thinks he might find it within the fluttering walls of your pussy.

“Not my name.” When he sounds like this, he’s more predator than prey, a thousand volts of electricity shooting up your spine. He’s demanding and unrelenting. It makes your head spin.

“Wook—”

“Not.” Bunny teeth are just as painful as a feline’s, doing their job as they dig into the flushed skin over your back, marking his territory with two prominent indents right between your neck and shoulder. “A.” He ruts into you as if he’s got something to prove, snaps his hips to a beat you can’t keep up with. “Wookie.” Grips you so tight you might snap, red blooming beneath his hands.

You sob under him, drool against the pillows because you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut. (You feel like Jungkook post-win, spewing nonsense as he prattles on about game winning plays with his teammates.)

“K-Kookie.” It’s what he wants to hear - hits him right in the chest, a bull’s eye to the thing that beats wildly and in tandem with your own.

His rhythm stutters. The bed is shaking and not because he’s practically breaking the weak wooden frame. No, his foot’s thumping, bouncing across the sheets even as he tries to regulate the roll of his hips, return it to the assured, teeth-numbingly good tempo it’d been at.

It doesn’t work. You love it anyway. Like it more, because it means he’s just as affected by you as you are him. Your heart sings, leaps out of your chest on hummingbird wings, and dances around your head. You’re a goddamn cartoon - Pepé Le Pew in ragdoll form - animated pink shapes circling like a crown.

You don’t care. You can’t. Not when he plasters himself to your back and asks you to say it again, begs you to tell him how good he is, tells you how he wants to make you his.

Who cares if it’s three dates in, if your meeting was cliched and silly and he’s the campus heartthrob?

You don’t - because he’s yours and when he flips you onto your back and you curl your fingers into his hair, it’s your name he stutters out. It’s you who has him coming apart beneath your hands, the feel of his ears like velvet, the little whines he huffs growing louder each time you tug at the base. It’s you who knows what he sounds like as he falls to pieces, throws himself against you as if gravity demands it. It’s you who holds him to sleep, whose skin acts as a canvas for the doodles he traces as he drifts off.

It’s you and it’s him and that’s enough.

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openheart12 · 4 years ago

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Everything I Do, I Do It for You

A/N: This was an anon request I received and I hope I did it justice?? Fluff is definitely not a strength of mine lmao

Summary: After becoming pregnant with their first child, Ed is more protective than ever of his wife.

WC: 1,482

Lorraine awoke with a content smile playing on her lips, gentle streams of the morning sun shone through the curtains. Out of habit, she reached her hand over and found the mattress to be cool under her touch, a sign that it had been long since abandoned.

She lifted her head, glancing around the room for any trace of Ed. She groaned as a wave of nausea hit her and she ran into the bathroom, a new part of her daily routine.

She emptied the contents of her stomach and leaned back against the wall, taking a few deep breaths before getting up and rinsing her mouth out.

“Lorraine?” She heard Ed call as their bedroom door opened.

“In here,” she called weakly.

“You okay, hon?” He asked softly, running over to her.

“Great,” she murmured as another wave rocked her stomach. She breathed deeply, trying to focus on anything else and it worked because the feeling passed.

Ed noticed her body trembling and carefully led her back to their bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing back into the bathroom. He came out a minute later with a warm wash cloth he laid across her forehead.

The warmth felt good, she could feel the onset of a headache.

“Maybe we should call the doctor?” Ed suggested.

She shook her head, knowing this was normal. “It’s just morning sickness, I’ll be fine.”

“I know. I just worry about you and the baby.”

Lorraine smiled, knowing how protective he was of her and how that only increased as her pregnancy progressed. “We’re both fine,” she promised, grabbing his hand and laying it across the small swell of her stomach.

He grinned, it was still hard to believe that there was a baby in there, a piece of both of them and their love.

They had found out she was pregnant a couple months ago by accident, but they had been overjoyed with the unexpected news. Ed jumped right into his protective mode, making sure she was taking it easy and eating healthy. He also made them take a break from new cases for now, his priorities were on his wife and baby and the cases would just have to wait.

He wasn’t going to put Lorraine in danger and he didn’t want to solve cases without her, knowing that they were a team. And since the pregnancy was his fault, as Lorraine let him know many times jokingly, he decided to take a break too.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” she replied, noticing her grumbling stomach.

“What do you want, hon?”

“Waffles and bacon and eggs,” she said, “oh, and toast!” She added.

He chuckled at her response and kissed her cheek before heading downstairs. Now alone, she stretched across the bed, her muscles tense.

She decided on a quick shower and she welcomed the hot water on her back, loosening her muscles a bit. Changing into fresh clothes, she then made her way downstairs where the smell of bacon drew her in.

Her gaze shifted to Ed who was standing in front of the stove, stirring eggs around. She padded up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist and taking him by surprise.

“Hey, you,” he replied softly. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Mhm, smells delicious. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“And face your wrath?” He teased. She pinched his side slightly, laughing when he jumped in her arms. “Ow, okay, I’m sorry,” he joined in with her laughter. He moved the pan off the burner and turned around, pulling her impossibly closer. “I love you, I don’t think I’ve told you that today.”

“No, but you get a pass today. If,” her voice turned serious, “breakfast is as good as it smells.”

“I make no promises,” he laughed again.

“Do you need help with anything?” She offered, knowing his answer before he said anything.

“No, you can just sit at the counter and look beautiful as always.”

She shook her head with a laugh and took a seat on the stool, opening the morning newspaper and reading it. A few minutes later, Ed brought her plate to her, laying it down in front of her.

“Thank you, hon,” she said graciously. He kissed the top of her head in response.

They ate breakfast and made light conversation and afterwards, Ed insisted on doing the dishes saying she needed her rest, a phrase that was becoming all too familiar to her.

She was only a couple months along, not even into her second trimester yet and it was already impossible for Ed to let her do anything.

She plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv, scrolling through the channels until she found something that caught her interest.

Ed walked out a few minutes later, saying he was running to the store to pick up a couple things they needed. “And don’t do anything strenuous,” he added, emphasizing the ‘strenuous.’

She rolled her eyes and agreed to his terms. As soon as she heard the front door close, she got up and headed to the laundry room where their clothes had been building up.

Sorting the clothes into their respective piles and colors, she started the machine. It wasn’t long before they were clean and since Ed still hadn’t returned, she decided to move them over to the dryer.

“Hon? I’m home,” she heard Ed call her just as the door shut with a thud. She ran out of the laundry room, thankful it was close to the kitchen and she could make it seem like she was getting a glass of water.

“In here!” She called.

He made his way into the kitchen and laid the bags on the counter. “I got you a few things,” he said, pulling out a carton of ice cream, chocolates, and pickles; a favorite of hers since she got pregnant.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she replied, kissing him lightly on the lips before grabbing the ice cream and pickles and going back to claim her spot on the couch.

“Do you have any clothes upstairs?” He asked.

His question made her freeze in her tracks, almost dropping the glass jar of pickles. “Um, why do you ask?”

“I was going to do the laundry since it’s been building up.”

Crap, she thought to herself. “N-no,” she stuttered.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing the color drain from her face.

“Yeah, but laundry can wait, can’t it?” She asked hopefully.

“Lorraine…” he sighed. “What did you do?”

“N-nothing…” she trailed off. He gave her the look that he knew she was lying. “Well, I wanted to help you out and so I washed the clothes for you. They should actually be done drying in a few minutes,” she said, looking at the clock on the wall.

“You really shouldn’t be lifting things, hon.”

“I’m fine, Ed,” she defended. “I’m not fragile, just pregnant.”

He walked closer to her, “I know. I just… I just don’t want you to overdo it. Your health and safety is my top priority and now that there’s a baby, I don’t want to risk it. I know it’s hard for you not to do things for yourself, but I’m also here to help you in any way I can.” He said understandingly.

“And that’s one of the many reasons I love you, but I still want to be able to do things. At least while I still can.”

“Okay, still no heavy lifting,” he added.

“Yes sir,” she smirked.

“You and your stubbornness,” he said jokingly, tapping his finger on her cheek eliciting a laugh from her.

“You love it,” she replied.

“I love everything about you.”

Tears gathered in her eyes, another symptom of her pregnancy was her severe mood swings. She’d be laughing and smiling one minute, and then crying the next. “My hand is cold,” she complained, as a single tear slid down her cheek.

He took the ice cream from her and grabbed her hand, rubbing it with his to warm it up. “Better?”

She nodded with a gentle smile. “Can we watch a movie?”

“Anything for you, hon.” He picked back up the carton and took the pickles from her as they walked in the living room and sat down. She snuggled into his side as his arm wrapped around her as she picked up a pickle and dipped it into the ice cream.

Another thing of her pregnancy, the cravings. It was the most absurd combination she quite enjoyed and Ed always looked on in disgust and awe. Disgust of the combination and in awe that his wife was growing a tiny person inside of her.

She was amazing, he’d come to that realization a long time ago, but this only proved it further. He was completely and utterly in love with this woman even if she ate ice cream and pickles together.

#the conjuring #ed warren #lorraine warren #lorraine x ed warren #the conjuring fanfic #the warrens #the conjuring universe

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 4 - My Apologies

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None

WC - 2551

Square Filled - Fluff ( @girl-next-door-writes's Make Me Feel Bingo); Neighbours AU ( @anyfandomfluffbingo )

A/N - A new chapter! Hope you enjoy reading this!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 <33

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Adjusting her glasses on the nose, Y/N toyed around with the pen in hand, blankly staring at the kitchen wall. The empty sheet of paper sat there on the table, glaring at her. It was a bit old-school, considering her laptop was lying only a small distance away but this was how she preferred to work on her novel. It had nothing to do with her laziness.

The fear of another rejection was weighing heavily on her and she was really close to giving up on her dream of being an actually published writer. However, after her little pep talk to herself last night, she had this new indomitable spirit ignited inside her. Though that spirit was fading away with every passing minute now.

Y/N dropped the pen on the table with a huff, its metallic body hitting the wooden surface of the table as she got up to make herself a cup of coffee. Now, she might not want to admit it, but her novel wasn't the only thing that was troubling her.

A stranger’s callous comments should never hurt so much but when Dean called her stupid or rather a brainless idiot, for some reason, Y/N took it to the heart. She had then come to the conclusion that he was an ass and it was futile to even try and start a healthy relationship, but the bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter in front of her changed every perception of him yet again.

Ms. L/N, I didn't have any intentions of humiliating you. I'm really sorry. I hope you accept this small token of apology.

Walking up to the counter, Y/N picked up the small, white card and read the handwritten apology for the hundredth time that day. She didn't know if she should be impressed at his tacky methods of apologies or be annoyed at him for wrecking her mental sanity. Shaking off her thoughts, she was just about to dive back right into her writing when the coffee machine beeped.

“This is not gonna work.” She sighed, pouring one cup of the warm liquid and bringing it close to her lips. After finishing her drink, she decided to go out on a walk to clear her head but just as she stepped out of her house, she heard soft pitter patters of feet out in the hallway before a small figure of a hazel-eyed girl came into her sight.

Y/N tilted her head in confusion as the little girl ran in the halls. She looked around for her parents, but didn't see anyone else.

“Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing out here all alone?” She called out to the girl, making her stop in her tracks and look at Y/N.

“Daddy says not to talk to strangers.” She said while she cautiously approached the woman anyway.

“Where's your Dad?" She smiled softly, " I'm Y/N. See now you know me.”

“Daddy's-”

“I told you to stay inside, babygirl.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the all too familiar voice of her ridiculously handsome neighbor before the tall figure of the man himself appeared in front of her. His eyes were focused on the little girl as he walked up to her. Dean crouched down to her height, hands gently placed on her shoulders. “Never go anywhere alone again. Alright?”

Does he have a daughter?

But she had never seen the girl before. Y/N was in awe as she saw the grumpy facade fade away when he talked with her. She realised that there were so many things about Dean that she truly didn't know. Maybe she had, after all, misjudged him on some petty conflicts.

“At least your kid was within the building.” Y/N said.

“Ms. L/N.” Dean regarded and turned to look at her. He shuffled on his feet which made Y/N raise a curious brow.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester.” A look of guilt with an underlying hurt flashed in his eyes when she didn't acknowledge him by his first name. He was very sure his effort at a decent apology had been appalling and it made him wince, thinking of the awfully cringy card he had curated by his own hand to convey his regrets.

“She is pwetty.” The girl tapped his knee, attracting his attention while looking at Y/N.

“Y-yeah.” Heat crept up Y/N’s neck when she heard Dean agree with the kid. A moment of awkward silence passed as Dean looked back up at the woman, this time his gaze not faltering making the woman’s cheeks warm up even more. “She is pretty, baby.”

“You are prettier. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning in that dress and hair!” Y/N jumped in deciding to not make the situation more awkward. She hoped that Dean was maintaining his usual poker face, but instead, the corner of his lips tugged up in a little smile as the girl diverted her attention to Y/N.

“Uncle De did my hair.” She said proudly and Y/N stared at Dean. Uncle De? Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of him to be such a gentle soul. She now remembered that the last time she saw Dean, he had told her about meeting up with his brother.

“He did an excellent job, I see.” The woman said as Dean got up and stood up straight. “What's your name, pretty girl?” She looked up at Dean, as he nodded his head.

“Ava.” She muttered.

“So Ava, remember next time to not go anywhere without Uncle De’s permission. Promise?” Y/N said and walked up closer to the two humans as Ava nodded her head agreeing to her proposition, all the while Dean’s eyes trailed along the woman's every movement. He was the best in his profession and he excelled at reading his client's body languages to figure out conflict, but Y/N was like a puzzle to him right now so he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“I hope you liked the flowers.” There it was, subtle, but at least he owned up to his apology. Y/N observed him for a moment, watching as he was nervously wringing his hands together. He seemed nervous around her. This wasn't the Dean Winchester she had come to know in the last few, quite unfortunate encounters.

“I did.” Y/N wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He tightly held Ava’s hand to not let her out of his sight.

“De-” she pouted, “Uncle De!” The said man looked down at his niece.

“Stay put for a moment, babygirl. Uncle De needs to talk to this lovely young lady. Then we can go and get ice cream, like I had promised.” He said, before looking up at Y/N. “Listen, I'm sorry for what happened that day. I did not-” Sighing, Dean said before he was unceremoniously cut off by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

His face scrunched up as he stared at his phone screen. Sucking in a deep breath, he let the phone ring until the caller reached the voicemail. He chewed on his plump, pink lip when his phone lit up with a voice message. Y/N had an instinct he was avoiding someone, maybe an ex. Dean must have had some girlfriends.

“I'm sorry, I was saying-” the phone rang again and Dean was so close to throwing the little device against the wall.

“I think you should take that, which seems important. And I would leave you with your work things. I was going out for a walk anyway. Have a good day, Winchester.” Y/N said and walked right past the man.

“Hold up!” Y/N stopped walking before turning around to face the lawyer. “I never had the intention of hurting you.”

“Then you know the story wrong.” She said, shrugging

“Well if we study closely, the scarecrow was actually very intelligent but he never realised it.” Dean shrugged.

“So you're saying that I act stupid.” This time Y/N wasn't offended but she liked watching him squirm.

“N-no I didn't mean that-” He struggled to come up with yet another apology. “Can we drop the subject of the scarecrow? Let's just pretend the story doesn't exist in this context.” Y/N chuckled at the poor man, making him shake his head lightly.

“It's okay, Dean. Go, get the kid some ice cream.” She smiled.

“Join me for a drink sometime.” Dean blurted out without thinking. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stared at Y/N, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I never pegged you for a guy to ask me for a drink.” She raised a brow at him.

“The card and flowers were pretty lame, I agree…but I do owe you a drink, or maybe a coffee, whatever you prefer.” He said. He knew his method of apologising was crappy but at that moment it was the best he could come up with. Dean never was a man of many words and he sucked at expressing his feelings so it was near impossible for him to think of anything better than this, but now he realised it would have been much better if he would have just knocked on her door.

“Sure.” Y/N nodded.

“How does tomorrow sound? Ava will be back with my brother by then. As you can see I kind of have my hands full right now.” He smiled. Y/N pondered over the sudden change in her hot neighbour’s behaviour. If this was the way Dean chose to open up to her, then so be it.

“Tomorrow sounds good,” she smiled back.

“G-great then!” Heat crept up his neck as he looked at Ava, a bit flustered. He didn't know what her deal was but she always rendered him speechless or stumbled on his own words, trying to form a good comeback. Y/N had an effect on him that neither Jo nor Lisa had ever had on him. Her perky attitude made him want to spend any time he got with her. They were poles apart but Dean found a sense of familiarity in her.

“I won't hold back you two any longer.” Crouching in front of the girl and ruffling her brown hair, Y/N said, “Don't settle with anything less than a triple scoop.”

“Don't give her any ideas,” Dean teasingly warned, “I have no idea how to deal with a kid on a sugar rush.”

“Then don't shy away from asking for a little help. I had to babysit my cousin's kids many times. I know a thing or two about babysitting,” Y/N said.

“I'll definitely take you up on that if things get out of hand.” He said, “See you tomorrow night. Have a good day, Ms. L/N.” He grabbed Ava’s hands tightly, pulling her close as he started to walk towards the elevator. Y/N shook her head, an amused laugh leaving her lips. Some things never change.

“I think the cupcakes worked their magic!” Dean teased, sharing a laugh with Y/N over a glass of Manhattan. This was the first time she had ever seen him laugh. Apparently, he was a happy drunk.

“Some roots of jasmine, rose thorns, a pinch of pearl dust and voila! You have the friendship potion,” She barely made it through with a straight face before bursting out in fits of laughter.

“I had a feeling that there was some kind of sorcery involved.” He said, signalling for another glass for both of them.

“This one’s on me,” Y/N said, making Dean scrunch up his face in an adorable pout.

“No it's not. I'm payin’, I was the one who asked you out.” His eyes immediately widened when he realised what slipped out through his mouth. “Not like an ‘asking out’ asking out. This is-” Dean waved at the space between them “-just a gesture of goodwill.”

“You're adorable.” Y/N giggled.

“What?”

“I know this isn't a date. Just two friends hanging out on a Sunday night.” She shook her head, chuckling as the man picked up his refilled glass and took a sip.

Even if Y/N said it was platonic, the ungodly amount of time she had spent in front of her closet to pick out a perfect outfit would definitely make her rethink her answer. She had skimmed through her closet, trying to find the dress that said ‘just friends’ but to her all the dresses she owned screamed ‘I want you to fuck me’.

Nevertheless, she had settled on a simple pair of blue jeans and a crop top. But she had felt seriously underdressed when she knocked on Dean's door and it had opened to reveal the man in a jeans t-shirt and black slacks, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“Well duh! My first impression of you kinda sucked.” Y/N said.

“I did warm up to ya, didn't I?” Dean chuckled. “Another round?”

“Nuh-uh. Sparkling water for me. I don't want to show up at work tomorrow puking my guts out. And that while nursing a painful hangover? No thanks” She laughed.

“You're no fun!” He chuckled with her.

“I am no fun? What about you, Mr. Turn-down-the-volume?” She said as the bartender pushed a glass of water towards her and poured out another to the man.

“You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?” He shook his head.

“Never.”

A moment of silence passed as Y/N looked across the nightclub buzzing with people just like any other Sunday night. She never thought Dean would be the person to even know about nightclubs around the city but guess she didn't know him that well.

“You wanna head back home? I can walk with you to your place, be all gentlemanly,” he smirked. She liked this drunk version of Dean. He was happier, far more cheesy and funnier than his workaholic version.

“Of course. It's not like we live in the same apartment,” she teased. “Hey, you wanna hit the dance floor before we go back?”

His eyes widened at her sudden question. “No, I don't dance.” He shook his head furiously, clearly stating that dancing was definitely not on his agenda.

“Oh come on, don't be shy.” She said.

“Nope.”

“Fine! You are no fun!” She rolled her eyes, “Let's get outta here then.”

The walk back to their apartment was filled with drunken giggles and cheesy banter. “I had a fun time tonight. Apologies accepted.” Y/N said, unlocking the door to her home.

“Glad to know that. I couldn't have lived knowing you hate me,” Dean teased, “I had a good time as well. I really needed a break from work.”

“So you do accept that you work too much?”

“Agree to disagree.” He shrugged, leaning against the doorway, “Night, Y/N.”

She walked up to the man and pecked his cheek, making his eyes go wide at the sudden affection. He swallowed hard as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. Patting his arms lightly, she said, “Night, Dean, see you in the morning.”

“Only if you're running late.”

Chapter 5

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