#but i think i have like nine hours before the library opens so thats time i should use to work on stuff and then go out as a reward

[strawberryspence]

A Dinner and A Future

Fluff | Spencer Reid x Reader

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

Word Count: 3,7k.

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

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

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

Spencer is nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spencer rolls his eyes before proceeding to #7.

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

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

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

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

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

10. REMOVE IT FROM THE HEAT! REMOVE IT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

15. You can serve it with parsley.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.” Spencer smiles.

“Hi.” You smile.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

the recipe i copied for the famous carbonara!

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[satoruvt]

for a moment i forget to worry

pairing → xu minghao x reader

word count → 3196

genre → fluff + angst, college au ↳ tags: strangers to friends to lovers </3, college kinda sux, ROOMMATE CHAN MAKES AN APPEARANCE OR TWO, dance major minghao, reader is completely lost but its ok who isnt, lots of cute couple stuff, pov ur entire relationship with minghao. thats it, a sad break up scene, a solid amount of crying

summary → there’s something about minghao. maybe it’s the way he dances, vibrant and youthful, or maybe it’s the way he loves you. based off of hunger by florence + the machine.

warnings → i hint at sex but its pretty vague, i also mention a breakdown type deal (revolving around school/life after school)

a/n → first of all this was NOT supposed to be 3k words i dont know how it happened. second of all i’m only kind of happy with this HAHA i feel like the story itself isnt bad but i wanted it to match the song more ... idk :/ i hope u guys like it regardless !!!

pieces of you masterlist

The first time you see him is by accident.

Really - all you’re doing is trying to find Chan. You’re passing by the practice rooms, looking into them in hope he’ll be there, stopping to gaze at decorations and medals and trophies lined up on the walls. It’s when you approach a room that music plays from that you think you’ve found Chan, but when you gaze in, it’s definitely not him.

You don’t know who it is, but he moves like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

It’s hypnotizing, almost makes you want to drop your things and dance with him. There’s a sense of youth that comes from him and it’s almost overwhelming - but it’s not in energy, necessarily, but rather from the precision of his movements, the technicalities that he seems to both follow and break at the same time. Something vibrant seeps out between the seams of his body, colors you can barely recognize as they splash against anything they can reach. It’s almost tangible. 

You watch him long enough for him to finish his performance (an unknowing one) with the last notes of a song you forgot was even playing. His eyes meet with yours, slow as he completes an eloquent turn, and at the same time, a hand meets your shoulder.

A small wave of embarrassment washes over you, and you turn towards whoever touched you, effectively breaking eye contact. “What are you doing here?” Chan asks, hair still wet from what you assume was a shower.

“Looking for you,” you tell him, following as he starts to walk towards the exit. “I wanted lunch, and you owe me for that time I took your British literature quiz for you.”

Chan groans but agrees to pay, and you laugh, though the world seems a little paler than it did a few moments ago.

The second time you see him is by chance.

(Maybe.)

You’re waiting for a lecture to start, tapping your fingers against your laptop idly as you watch students trickle in last minute. It’s not a strict course, but it does start at nine in the morning, and most everyone shows up with a coffee.

You look down to brush a stray hair off of your table, and when you look up again, the dancer from before walks through the door, then looks right at you.

You feel a blush heat your face and it’s like he wants to make sure that you know that he knows, because he almost refuses to look away. You break eye contact first (like the last time, you remember for no reason) but still watch as his figure moves up the stairs, past the rows, and you hope he’ll just move past you too…

He doesn’t. He takes the empty seat right next to yours, and you don’t say anything, instead finding the peeling sticker on your laptop incredibly interesting. The professor comes in and decides that today he’ll take extra long to set everything up, apparently, and you want to scream.

“So,” the dancer says, voice quiet. It takes your breath away, the way he sounds. “Mind if I ask why you were watching me the other day?”

You cast a glance at him - not too long, you don’t think you could handle more than five seconds tops - and finally open your laptop so it makes you look busy. “I was waiting for a friend.”

“And?”

The smile in his voice is palpable. You’re already exasperated.

“You…” you start, finally deciding to look at him as some sort of subconscious power move. “You’re a beautiful dancer. It was hard not to watch.”

Beautiful doesn’t even cover half of it, but you figure he already thinks you’re weird for watching him, so you hold back the thoughts of youth and vibrancy and color. The dancer looks at you, almost blank for a moment, before a soft smile draws itself on his face. It makes your heart beat a little faster. He says “thank you” with a gentle tone, sincerely felt.

The class starts, and the two of you don’t speak throughout the next hour and a half. You type out notes on your laptop and you see him write down names of the paintings being shown on the projector, little thoughts and notes written afterwards.

By the end of class, your professor assigns an optional partnered project, and you’re more than prepared to head back to your apartment and start on it yourself. The dancer stops you before you leave, however, asks if you’d like to be his partner.

(And he says it like that, would you like to be my partner, polite and somehow sweet.)

You know your answer. “I don’t even know your name,” you stall, standing from your chair. 

“Minghao,” he tells you. “I’m Minghao, and I’d like for you to be my partner.”

You say yes easily, put your number into his contacts even easier. The sky is blue when you leave the lecture hall, trees dotted with pink and purple flowers, and it is all so bright that you forget it wasn’t this way in the first place.

The third time you see him is for school.

Underneath the excitement of giving Minghao your number, there is the knowledge that it’s for the sake of an assignment. He texts you the day after to ask if you’re free to meet up to work and you tell him sure.

(Sure is what you send back, but he doesn’t have to know that you burst into Chan’s room immediately after, plunging face first into his bed just to scream into his pillows. Chan had sighed, turned around in his desk chair to look at you, then asked what happened. He gave you two minutes to rant and then kicked you out, back to your own room.)

You and Minghao agreed to meet at the library on a day that neither of you had any afternoon classes, and you get there early, spend some time working on other classes. You have somewhere around thirty minutes to freak out to yourself before you see Minghao come in, dressed like he knows what he’s doing to you (which is really just a hoodie and jeans, but you think it’s the cap that really pulls the whole boyfriend look together), smiling when he finds you at a table in the corner.

“How are you?” is the first thing he says when he sits down, and you pull down your laptop screen a little to see him better.

“I’m good,” you say, feeling your heart pound. “What about you?”

Minghao sends you a kind smile. “Really good. Should we get started?”

You lose count of how many times you see him after that.

Meeting up to work on the project soon becomes just meeting up, and after the project’s done and turned in, it happens even more. You hang out and get lunch, send each other texts and stupid videos, take walks around campus together. The weeks pass, summer mellows into fall, then into the early days of winter. You develop a genuine friendship with him, finding comfort in his presence, looking for him wherever you go. 

(Although the crush is still there, potent and patient, stubborn in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wonder if it’s a sign of some sort.)

You’re in one of the practice rooms with him, sitting in the corner. You had a class nearby and he’d wanted to practice a little more, so you told him you’d work on your own stuff while he finished up and then the two of you could grab something to eat.

But you made a small error on your part - the dancing. You’d forgotten the way he moves (you haven’t seen him dance since that first time) and in no time at all you’re letting your screen go dark in front of you and watching him. Honestly, it’s not your fault, you really can’t help it. 

But of course he notices.

Minghao meets your eyes through the mirror and raises his eyebrows at you, and all you can do is look away, desperately try to get your laptop up and running again so at least it seems like you weren’t watching him for too long.

“You’re staring,” he says, long after you’ve looked away.

“Sorry,” you tell him anyways, immediate, quick. 

Then he says, “I never said anything about stopping.”

In a second, you look up from your laptop and up at him. He moves closer, crouches in front of you. His eyes are kind - they’re never not - but you think you see something a little more in them. “Sorry, I think I missed that last part,” you respond, blinking. Minghao smiles like you’re endearing.

“I said I want you to keep looking at me.”

You think you’re barely breathing when he shuts your laptop for you, slides it off of your lap and onto the floor (gently, with care, and it’s a wonder to you how he can focus on that right now). He practically crawls over you, one of his hands eventually reaching the junction of your jaw and neck and holding there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay,” he says, but doesn’t move. You nod as soon as his words reach your brain, eager and quick.

And the next few hours get a little wound up in your head, a little mixed in with the feeling of his body - that moves so youthfully, with so much vibrancy that it reaches everything around you - melting into yours and the sound of him asking you to tell me what you need, honey, and the still-playing slow jam music he was practicing to.

You watch him sleep next to you, hand curled around yours against his pillows, and think that nothing bad could ever touch him.

The two of you… come together, after that.

Neither you nor Minghao use any proper labels, but you both seem to know. No labels are needed, really. You have each other and that’s all there is to it. And everything is really good.

You work together and laugh together like you’ve always known each other. He tries to teach you to dance with him when you’re in the practice room with him, pulls you up by your hands and guides you through your giggles. He was the first person you called when you realized that you had no idea what you were working towards, didn’t have a clue what you actually wanted to do with your life. He gets along well with your friends and you text his because they’re basically yours, now, too.

Winter turns back into spring, slow and easy. Vibrant and youthful. You’re not able to meet Minghao’s parents, but he meets yours (and you’re sure a quick introduction to his mom over a FaceTime call has to count for something). The two of you take advantage of the newfound warmth of the season and try to get out as much as you’re able to, with picnics and city dates and anything you can think of. A drawer in his dresser is reserved for your things, you bought an extra toothbrush for him to use when he stays over.

You watch him dance. It still feels like the first time, like color and breathlessness. You tell him he’s beautiful every time, feel yourself fall a little deeper when he still gets bashful amidst his comedown. You tell him you love him for the first time after he gets done with a performance - a proper one, for a showcase of the dance club he’s in. He says it back.

You think he put all the stars in the sky just for the two of you to gaze at them together.

Things shift the beginning of your junior year.

Minghao tells you about a program he’s applying to, a proper dance academy in New York that could really kickstart his career. Training under some of the best choreographers and performers in the world.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him after he tells you, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. You’re studying at his apartment tonight.

“It’s just…” he frowns. “It’s so far away, you know?”

Oh. You hadn’t even thought about that, too caught up in the excitement of him being able to apply at all. A quick sigh leaves your lips, and then you reach for his hand, hold it between both of your own.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, though now that you’re thinking about it, you feel nervousness in the pit of your stomach. “We can work something out, though, when we get that far. We’ll figure it out.”

Minghao nods, a fond look in his eyes. He pulls one of your hands to his lips. “We’ll think about it if I even get accepted,” he says.

It’s bittersweet, but a promise nonetheless.

Fifteen minutes after you get a call from Minghao, there’s a knock on your door. 

You wouldn’t necessarily say you’re worried, but, well. Everyone’s experienced the jump of anxiety when they get hit with the “I want to talk to you about something” line. Nonetheless, you stand from the couch to open the door, mentally preparing yourself for any and everything. 

“Hey,” you greet when you see Minghao, opening the door to let him in. His face is unreadable. “Everything okay?”

He walks a few steps into your apartment, waits for you to close the door before turning back around to face you. Then he holds up a piece of paper, the creases from where it was folded still bending. You send him a confused look.

“I got in,” he says, a grin breaking on his face, and you blink, then feel your jaw practically hit the floor. Minghao only nods like he understands, and before you know what you’re doing, you launch yourself at him, holding him close.

“Oh my god, Hao, that’s amazing,” you say into his sweater, then step back to get a proper look at him. Youthful, vibrant. “I’m so proud of you.”

He seems to soften at your words, pulls you back into him again with a gentle kiss to your head. “Thank you for believing in me,” he tells you, tenderness palpable in his voice. All you can do is squeeze him tighter.

Minghao spends a lot of time away from you after that.

You’re not really hurt in any way - even though he got into the academy in New York, he still has to practice. You get it, this is important. He doesn’t text you as often, isn’t able to stop by as much, and you miss him, but you know how much this means for him. But it gets… weird, almost, after a while. Strange, even for him. It feels weird that he’s set to leave at the end of January and it’s December and he’s distant.

Both of you are laying in your bed, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, when you decide to bring it up. “You’ve been… kinda far away lately,” you start, nudging him with your shoulder gently. “Everything okay?”

His eyes stay on your ceiling, but you feel the way he sighs. “It’s about the program,” he says.

“Okay.”

“And about… you and me.”

Oh. That doesn’t… sound the best. “About, like… what we’re gonna do?”

Minghao nods.

You say, “I wouldn’t mind visiting every so often. It’d be hard, but I’m sure we could find something to work.”

Minghao shakes his head, says, “no.”

You pause, and when you look at him he’s already looking at you. What does he mean by no? Does he want you to move with him? Or does he -

He reaches for your hand and you think oh.

His eyes are a little glassy. You feel the tears come, too.

“Oh,” you say out loud. Minghao squeezes your hand. “So this is… this is it?”

Your room is suddenly cold, and you want to crawl under the covers and stay there. The person in front of you is blurred into something unrecognizable, but you can’t be bothered to blink away your tears.

“I think so, love,” he whispers back to you. “I think it has to be.”

The two of you cry like that for a while. In your bed, loosely intertwined and broken. Even the way Minghao cries carries a kind of vibrancy that’s overwhelming, makes you think of the first time you saw him so long ago, and now -

When you manage to get a better grip on yourself, you ask him if you can still see him off at the airport. He says, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

Then you ask if you can kiss him again. He responds by kissing you first. 

And it’s sad, it tastes like salt and sorrow and you feel like the promises you never got the chance to make are broken. It feels like the most beautiful blue you’ve ever seen, and you know it’s only a branch of Minghao’s color.

He leaves soon after that, pulls on his shoes and his coat and turns around at the door to give you a tired smile. After he’s gone, you drag yourself to Chan’s bedroom, and once he sees the state you’re in, he offers up one side of his bed. Neither of you say anything, but the friendly reassurance of his hand in yours says enough.

You don’t fail to notice that everything seems to be washed out, a blandness you’re not used to.

The last time you see him is at the airport.

It’s a cold day, despite being sunny. The airport offers little warmth, but you figure it doesn’t matter. You won’t be here for long. 

It doesn’t take you very long to find Minghao - you still look for him wherever you go, even if you’re not looking for him. Even then, it’s still so easy for you to find him, to pinpoint that vibrancy, that youth. He’s talking to a few others, you think you met them. Soonyoung and Jun.

Minghao meets your eyes and you freeze, but then he waves you over with a gentle smile. You follow like you think you always will. 

You greet Soonyoung and Jun and the four of you talk, albeit a little awkwardly, even when Soonyoung tries his hardest to lighten the mood. Eventually he has to leave, and Jun follows with a shy goodbye. They both hug Minghao before they go.

You’re not sure what to say, but after a minute, you find words. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you tell him, a little selfishly. 

Minghao says, “you’ll do good. I know you will. I’m not worried about you.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, and you think he’ll give you a stiff and sad goodbye, but he steps a little closer to you. Looks at you the way he used to.

“Maybe…” he starts, then pauses. “Maybe we’ll meet again.”

Maybe, you think. Maybe.

“I hope so,” you tell him, then watch as he leaves.

[quirklessidiot]

Title: tough luck Pairing: GN! Reader x Suna Rintarou [college au] Genre: domestic fluff and my bad comedy (teeny tiny angst if u squint)

Synopsis: “This is what some people call a bad day, Rin-chan.”               [this request of suna rintarou + fluff ]

Warnings: minor bad language but thats it Notes: 

omg i was finally able to write something fluffy yay! Hshdhdhd the mind- after all that angst. I hope yall enjoy this domestic college au suna hakhak where can i get one of these.

im posting three requests per week (its to help writers block and well, my english in general, they’ll be posted on random days) ill probably limit it to one when school starts though sike currently have four more requests to finish aye.

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Thesis papers be damned.

You might as well burn your group mates to the depths of hell for leaving you to dry these past few weeks. They weren’t even replying to your messages tonight and you were having a mock presentation first thing in the morning.

You aggressively started to mix more cake batter after frosting the cupcakes.

“Baby?” a low voice echoes throughout the quietness of the kitchen, your steely gaze snaps to find your half-awake boyfriend standing there in his sleepwear, his raven hair completely a mess, if it were a normal day, you’d coo and snuggle next to your good-looking man and annoy the fuck out of him but no, you just had to be in a bad mood, “It’s four am, what’s with all the sugar overload?”

“I’m celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and my sanity. Want a cupcake, baby?” a sarcastic grin makes its way to your lips and honestly, despite his deadpan features, Suna was very worried. He had been bugging you these past weeks to stop living in coffee and instant noodles so he decided to crash your place tonight to scold you, cook yourself a hot meal, and smother you to sleep with his hugs but it seemed like it didn’t work at all and you just violently wormed your way out of his grasp.

He slowly made his way to you, eyes half-lidded, and grabbed the rubber spatula from your hands and snuggled his head on your shoulders like a kitten, “Sleep, Y/N. It’s not worth to stress over those shits.” his voice was blank as usual but you knew he meant well.

“Well those shits will be my downfall tomorrow if they can’t answer the panel’s questions.” You spat as you cracked the eggs harshly on the batter and snatched back the rubber spatula from his hand, letting out a loud huff as you continued to mix aggressively.

“Y/N…”

Silence.

“Y/N…” 

“Fine.” you grumbled, “Just let me-”

“I’ll clean up.” Suna sighs, grabbing the spatula once again from your hands, “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up at seven am, just in time for your class, right?”

“But i can-”

“Y/N.” Suna narrows his eyes, determined to get the last say between you two.

“Ugh.” You grumbled, shoulders slouched, “six thirty-”

“No, seven am. Your class doesn’t start until nine. You need more rest. No take-backs.”

Giving your boyfriend one last stink-eye, you slowly trudged yourself to the bedroom and just flopped yourself towards the bed. Ah, how bad could this day even get?

You shouldn’t have jinxed it.

You were almost late since the professor had moved the presentation time to eight am, thank god your apartment was near your uni, your boyfriend literally watched you shove the most decent outfit you could find and throw yourself out the door in a hurry. In the midst of the presentation, your stomach started to grumble too since you weren’t able to grab a cracker or your usual bread to go before class.

Even worse, your stink of an eye group mates weren’t able to get their parts right.

You were downright ready to throttle them, thank god that this was just a mock defense.

Your mood doesn’t exactly brighten even after the defense, you sit there and look like those cartoons who had fumes coming out of their ears. After class ended, you decided to bring it up to your professor and he tells you it’s too late to take the names out.

Your mood dampens even more.

Exiting the classroom with a scrunched up feature, you stop to see a very familiar figure standing there holding a brown paper bag and a cup of steaming hot milk on his other.

“Mornin’” Suna quietly greets you as he gives you a light feathery kiss on your cheek.

You blink.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”

“The professor was absent, he had some staff meeting so I decided to get you a bento box and some milk. Try to avoid coffee for the time being.” Suna explains as he transfers the cup of milk to his other hand so that he could hold your hand, “Let’s have breakfast, Y/N. You don’t have class until another hour, right?”

Before you could protest, your boyfriend drags you to the field and under the shade of a large tree to eat the bento he bought.

Suna quietly listens as you rant on about how annoying and how much you want to throttle your good-for-nothing groupmates, occasionally wiping the little crumbs on the side of your cheek, “...You should take it easy.” Suna simply replies after you finish your rant, “You’ll get a cold if you keep this up.”

“My okaasan will definitely let me live in the cold if I fail a class.” You shiver at the mental image of your mother giving you a sermon. Suna just sighs as he fixes up your trash, he could never argue with you.

“Come,” he stands up and holds out his hand for you again, “I’ll walk you to your next class.”

The sun shines brightly yet your day doesn’t get any better, you had a pop quiz on one of your weakest subjects and you couldn’t even finish the readings since you were too preoccupied with your thesis and your groupmates.

You inwardly let out a groan as you made your way to the library, your phone rings and your brows contort in confusion at the name of your boyfriend. “Hello?”

“How’s class?”

“You’re such a miracle worker.” You sighed, “You always know when to call.”

“That bad?”

“Everything just sucks, ah life feel so shitty these days-” You confessed, scratching your head in annoyance.

“Hey.” He cuts you off, voice dead serious, “It’s just a bad day, Y/N. Don’t worry, we all have these days. How many classes do you still have?”

“Just two.” you huffed out, completely frustrated by how bad your day was going.

“Take a deep breath and drink some water, alright? I’ll see you after class, let's walk home and order some takeout then sleep early alright? My class ends the same time as you today.”

“B-But…” You stop protesting, realizing that Suna would shut down the idea. Saying goodbye to your boyfriend, you take in a deep breath and do as he instructed. 

Thankfully nothing major happens on the next subject and as you were about to proceed to your last class, Suna texts you that he has some milk bread on your locker and your favorite banana milk. A small smile made its way to your lips, one more subject and this wretched day was over then you’ll get to snuggle next to your boyfriend.

Again, you shouldn’t have jinxed it.

Someone had accidentally spilled the banana milk you were drinking all over your white shirt along with his cup of mocha drink (which thank god was cold because if it wasn’t, you’d be suffering a burn)

You had to sit through the whole class with the sticky feeling on your chest and that ugly slosh, you really should’ve brought a jacket today.

“Hey baby- jesus christ, Y/N what happened?”

It’s quite hard to gouge a reaction from your boyfriend most of the times but you can’t believe that something as easy as the big ugly slosh of mocha and banana milk stain on your plain white shirt would actually shock him.

You pressed your lip into a tight line, pissed, as you open your arms, “This,” you exclaimed, “This is what some people call a bad day, Rin-chan.”

Suna shakes his head at your antic and just takes his sports jacket to place it on your figure, he’s awfully reminded of a Pomeranian when you’re angry but he’d never say that out loud. 

Instead he softly grabs your hand and tugs it lightly, your quiet on your way home. He notices that maybe the fatigue is slowly sinking in, so the minute you guys enter your apartment, he urges you to change into your pajamas while he orders take out.

After a quick bite, you lay on top of him and snuggle on his neck, humming an unfamiliar tune as you draw circles on his chest, “Thanks.”

“Hm?’

“For being there.” You hummed, “I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you weren’t my boyfriend. So yeah, thanks...”

Suna feels a small smile make its way to his lips, he doesn’t respond, instead he just kisses your head and lets you lay on his arms, “Hey Y/N…” He paused and when he notices that you’re soundly asleep on his arms, his smile turns wider. i love you, he thinks randomly as he watches you sleep, “Goodnight.” he whispers instead out loud, kissing your forehead again and hugging you into his arms.

[baroquebucky]

Request : your ex boyfriend whom you broke up with on good friends comes to visit on a birthday party organized by your current boyfriend Bucky. Bucky feels overshadowed and threatened . Angst and fluff pls

A/N: okay i am LIVING for this honestly, jealous!bucky is a fave !!!! sorry if this sucks :-( keep requesting pls

You didn’t want a famous Stark party for your birthday, you wanted a cute small get together with all your friends and your boyfriend. You had college though, and you were an avenger, so time didn’t really exist for you. Let alone enough time to plan a whole party. So of course you dropped small hints to your beloved Bucky.

“you know these two colors go really well together” “oh this cake is SO yummy!!” “i think this playlist is perfect for something like a laid back but FUN party!” “oh these decorations are amazing”

These subtle hints continued for about a week, not including the bundles of texts you would send him while in class or when you were bored or walking the dog you had, and yes, you forced them to get a dog. And now tony created the little guy his own room, catered to his every need, but of course he preferred you over everyone else and was very protective of you. One time while cuddling on the couch he tried to bite bucky because he thought he was trying to kill you, let’s just say bucky flinches a bit now when the pupper jumps on you.

“Okay team. T minus 10 hours until show time. I need Tony and Rhodes on decorations, Bruce and Natasha on food duty- STRICTLY DESSERTS AND CAKE PLEASE, Clint and Sam on food food duty, Steve and Thor you’re on gifts, I’ve compiled a list, and i am over seeing everything as well as inviting everyone. ARE YOU READY TEAM” Bucky gave out the orders, everyone nodding their heads as they all put their hands in the middle. “This has to be PERFECT Y/N needs to know how much we appreciate her, assemble on 3!” “1, 2, 3” “ASSEMBLE” the heroes yelled out as they scrambled to get everything to perfection. People fighting over which super car to drive.

You however were already in class, running late but with iced coffee so it’s worth it. As you jogged into class rushing to your seat next to your ex. Yes your ex, you guys were great friends though so it was okay, you loved Bucky and he trusted you. “hey man i woke up early but still managed to be late? How does that even work?” You said slightly out of breath setting you bag down and pulling out this classes respective notebooks. “You always find a way Y/N” y/e/n smiled at your frantic actions.

As class came to a close you put away your things and headed to the colleges outdoor area, it’s where you hung out with a few people until your next class. “Mind if i join you today?” y/e/n asked you, “of course not! Cmon before i miss the dog i always pet” you beamed at them as you lightly jogged to meet the canine you loved. Your paths crossed only at that time of day and you were never late, you and the dogs owner, Angelica, became somewhat close thanks to this golden retriever. As you made slight small talk, you ended the conversation and you headed in different directions. As you talked to your ex and your other friends joined you they gave you a cupcake and sang you happy birthday. Time flew and before you knew it you were headed to your next class, ready the day to be over and to get home.

you checked your phone briefly before your class started and saw a text from bucky.

buckaroo: do you still talk to y/e/n ?

you quickly composed a text, yeah i just talked to him for like an hour rn lmao

You hit send and put your phone away as your professor began to talk about the upcoming test you had. After a few hand cramps from taking notes too fast, and trying to not fall asleep, the lesson was over and you were almost free. You had to go to the library quickly to get a book you needed for a report. As you made your way to the library you quickly replied to some birthday texts from friends and playing people back at iMessage games.

After getting the book you headed back to the compound, ready to shower, relax for a bit, and then party it up with you friends. But thats exactly what happened, but not in that order.

“T MINUS 30 MINUTES! HUSTLE PEOPLE HUSTLE IM 100 YEARS OLD AND I MOVE FASTER HURRY IT UP” Bucky shouted as the team finished the final details. It was beautiful, Bucky knew you would love it. The people he had invited flooded in as they were told specific places to hide to surprise you.

“Hey Bucky!” y/e/n called out to the super soldier. “Oh hey, it’s James by the way” Bucky said immediately dreading whatever came out of this assholes mouth. You said that he wasn’t that bad, just didn’t work out dating, Bucky however hated his guts, he lost you, the most amazing thing is all the nine realms and didn’t even feel bad about it. He wanted to punch the guys face in but he couldn’t get blood on the decorations. After forcing himself to your ex walked away and Bucky had to take a deep breath in to collect himself.

“T MINUS 39 SECONDS SHES HERE” Tony yelled as everyone took their places, Bucky grabbed a bouquet of your favorite flowers and opened the door. “hey doll, how was your day?” Bucky smooth talked you with a kiss on the cheek as he hid the flowers behind his back. “Pretty good honey and yours?” You asked hugging him and setting you bag down by the door. “Close your eyes” Bucky started firmly, you chuckled and did as you were told as he led you to the middle of the room. “Happy birthday doll” Bucky whispered in your ear as you opened your eyes.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY” everyone yelled popping up with squeakers and those little blow out things you always loved. You stared in awe as you observed even the smallest of details, not one thing you had said had been left out. You looked at bucky who handed you the flowers and your eyes began to well up with tears. “It’s perfect baby” you smiled getting on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips quickly. Bucky smiled and quickly kissed you back. “Go have fun baby” he smiled at you as you hugged him one last time before running off to your friends.

About an hour had passed and Bucky could not find you. And someone he spotted you in the corner of the room. With y/e/n. His blood ran cold as you smiled and laughed with him. He saw the way your ex looked at you, the way he put his hand lightly on your arm when he told a joke, and the way his eyes raked over your body as you got another drink. He hated it. As he began striding over to him, his metal arms whirring as he clenched his fists, a strong hand bragged him pulling him back. “Don’t buck. The last thing she’d want is a fight.” Steve told Bucky as he let out a shaky breath. Staring at you as your red dress fit you perfectly and you laughed at what was probably a horrible joke. You snatched his arm from Steve’s grip and walked the other way, the lights bouncing off his metal arm.

“Look at them. Look at her Steve, she’s all laughing and smiling and everything. He’s flirting! Just right there Steve!” Bucky huffed as he ran his hand though his hair angrily. “Go talk to her then” Steve said drinking some of what Thor brought him.

“Maybe she doesn’t love me anymore” He whisperered, watching you lean into your ex while laughing at something he said. He couldnt stand anymore of it.

Bucky stormed out as he headed to the fifth floor where the dog was and where the beautiful view of the city was. “Hey buddy” Bucky said softly as his chest sank lower and lower. The dog- Ace, sat next to him as his tail wagged glad to have some company. “Does she even love me anymore? I mean she’s so beautiful and I’m actually 100 years old. And did you see how she was acting with her ex? Her ex! As if i didn’t plan this whole fucking party for her, buy her exactly what she wanted and make everything perfect? And he suddenly waltzes in and she’s laughing with HIM?” Bucky furrows his eyebrows as he huffs out in anger his complaints. Ace lowly barking and making noises almost agreeing with him. “It’s like she has no respect for herself now” Bucky said immediately regretting his words.

“Wow.” A sad voice echoes behind him. He and ace quickly got up as he saw your standing a little bit behind you two. “No self respect huh? I throw myself at every guy? That’s what you’re saying?” You said angrily, hands shaking from either sadness or rage. “No Y/N you know i don’t mean that” Bucky pleases striding towards you grabbing your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You stated voice cold.

“Well what the fuck do you expect? I do every fucking thing you tell me, hoping that you can at LEAST validate my efforts and be with me during the party I threw for you. But no. You’re off with you Ex of all people laughing and completely ignoring me.” Bucky said voice raising only a bit. The hurt was evident in his voice, but you were going to give in.

“I thought you trusted me? Do you think something is going on?” You looked at him, knowing that would make him feel bad. “No but it’s just seeing you look so happy with him, hurt.” Bucky whispered.

“Knowing you can have him and any other guy and be normal and live a normal life, with someone who isn’t as broken as I am, someone who doesn’t have to wait two months before being okay with holding hands. Seeing you so happy with him makes me wonder if you’re gonna find someone better and realize you can do so much better than the horrible thing I am.” Bucky whispered not being able to look into your eyes. Your chest hurt from hearing the words leave his mouth. You hated when he was like this.

“Look at me James.” You states sternly grabbing both of his hands in yours, putting two fingers under his chin and making him look at you with his blue eyes that melted your heart.

“I love you. Only you. I don’t care if i can have a ‘normal’ life. If normal means not you, i don’t want that. I want you James Buchanan Barnes. I want you and every one of you flaws. I want you and your good and bad days. I want you and only you. You’re my soulmate and nothing can change my mind. I understand if you think he was flirting and honestly he probably was, which is why i was laughing so much. He probably thinks he can take me back to make me like him again, but little does he know you could snap his neck with your pinky” you smiled at he let out a slight chuckle to your last comment. He pulled you into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m sorry for being such a loser on your big day” Bucky mumbled into your hair as he kissed your forehead. “You’re my loser, the party is still perfect angel” You said kissing his jaw. He stared down at you with pure love in his eyes. “We should probably go back and open presents huh” He smiled kissing your lips between each word. “mmm maybe we should” You said closing your eyes and savoring the moment.

The two of you left Ace to sleep and headed out silently as Bucky told you his plan to threaten your ex. You laughed at his fake macho voice and kissed him once more. “Thank you for everything bucky, really it’s perfect” you said sincerely. “Anytime doll” he smiled as you entered the booming room packed with all the familiar faces. As you wondered off to find something to cut the cake with, y/e/n came up to Bucky.

“There you are! Been looking for you, where’s Y/N?” He asked slyly. Bucky stood a little taller and let the light catch his metal arm. “Listen kid, I’m gonna tell you this once and only once. You flirt with my girl one more time, you try and ‘threaten’ me or try and overshadow me by hanging out with my girl, and I’ll make you wish you were dead. Hell you might actually be dead. Is that clear?” Bucky said in a deep voice close to his ear. He frantically nodded and quickly scampered away as you came back smiling.

“When will you ever learn James” you teased giving him a nudge and leading him to the table. “They gotta know who you belong to babygirl” he smirked as you blushed. “You’re just a big softie” you teased as you two enjoyed the rest of the night together and with friends.

[tenecity]

from haters to lovers; you zhangjing

library! au

cr: @aestheticninepercent

sooooo AFTER MUCH procrastination and wrecking of my brains i tHINK I FOUND SMTH TO HATE ABT zhangjing so here we go

SPECIAL THANKS TO @nine-prcnt @abziyi for GIVING ME THIS IDEA

soooo ure a librarian at yr local library

its like a summer job, just to kill time. plus, there's the aircon so its a perfect job. for the most part

until that one boy decides to come to the library

you knw him

everyone knows him bc he is so loud. its impossible not to notice him.

he comes in n ure alr hella pissed bc

a. he is shouting at the top of the voice

b. his grp of friends r equally noisy its sounds like hell broke loose

c. he is munching on a bag of chips

chips

cHIPS

DO U KNW HOW THOSE THINGS LEAVE CRUMBS EVERYWHERE

THEY GONNA ATTRACT MICE AND COCKROACHES UGHHHHHHHH

if looks cld kill, he wld alr be in the grave.

now, being the nice, polite person u r, u control yr anger and v nicely remind him of the rules.

"if u dont want to abide to them, sir, u r kindly requested to leave"

his doe eyes just look innocently at yrs

and u roll yr eyes, shoving him towards the exit and walk away, huffing in annoyance

but as soon as u turn yr back

THEY COME RIGHT BCK IN

ajjsbsjsjsjsjsjsj THEYRE SO ANNOYING

so u tell them, once again to leave

but his eyes still reflect that same innocence

"will u pls-"

"but i hvnt done anyth wrong." he cuts u off, tone simple, almost hurt

almost

and then u look at him and realise he's right. no potato chips and his friends r hardly making a noise

gritting yr teeth, u stalk off, annoyed tt he caught u off guard

for the next few weeks, he continuously turns up at the library

whether it is to annoy u or actl study and do some serious work, u hve no idea

the only thing u knw, is tt he never shuts up. no matter how many times u tell him to be considerate and be quiet, bc its a goddamn library he never listens. the moment u turn ur bck, his mouth opens again and nonsense sprouts out

how does one speak inccessantly for hours????????

AND THEN oml, one day he comes in and actl requests to be a librarian

yr head librarian finds his bubbly attitude cute so she passes him for the interview

?????okfine but tHEN SHE ATTACHES HIM TO U LIKE A TRAINEE-MENTEE THING GOD WHY

u roll yr eyes as u bring him arnd, showing him the diff sections

ure so focused, u dont even see how bored he is, and how hard he is trying to remember what ure saying.

but, yr words still end up blowing past his ears, not a single word goes in

which is why, he ends up placing the books in wrong sections, messing up everything and you have to clean up the mess every. single. time.

buttttt...... its not like u mind

bc every time he messes up, his sorry brown eyes, pouty lips that spill multiple apologies is enuf to make up for it

him bringing u to eat is a plUS

by the end of summer, u've gained like 7kg

and somehow, between bickering across the bookshelves, between the cup noodles and luncheon meat, between the pages and covers, u gained affection for him

u dont knw how either

i mean, quiet pple hang out with other quiet pple, u knw?

but his loudness is endearing, his constant mistakes make ur stomach hurt as you laugh at his adorable apologetic look.

his chocolate eyes are entrancing, his smile, blinding and completely heart stopping

but it's terrible

he will never like u bck

ure quiet, shy, introverted, cold and not the least bit humourous

ure pretty sure someone like him, wld want a person who is equally bubbly and loud and happy

as the leaves start to float down frm the trees, and the days get colder, u cont yr job as the assistant librarian, zhangjing tagging along, non stop chattering

it seems like he doesnt notice how quiet u've become, hardly even speaking a word now, smiles never exactly meeting the eye

bc the more u look at him, the more u feel yrself tipping over the edge; the more paranoid and upset u get, bc u knw this will b a one sided, impossible love.

that is of course until one day he finally realises theres something wrong

it was in the evening, a break for all the librarians before the next batch comes in at night to study

usually, u wld take this time to rearrange the books and thats exactly what ure doing.

walking down the first aisle whilst pushing the trolley, ure not exactly comprehending what zhangjing is saying as u try to distract yrself by focusing on finding the correct placing for the books.

as u chuck a book bck into its place, u suddenly realise how silent it is.

"zhangjing?" u peer through the gaps of the books, but he's not in the second aisle, like he's supposed to.

panic rising, u urgently call his name as u rush to the other aisle.

"BOO" he whisper-yells into yr ear, his body flushed against yr bck, arms wrapping arnd yr shocked figure.

you turned arnd, ready to b annoyed and roll yr eyes, but the sight before u causes u to freeze

the sunlight falls softly on his features, casting shadows at the all the right angles that emplify his sharp features. his eyes sparkling with cheekiness, his cheeks lightly flushed, his lips pouty and extremely inviting.

you gulp and pull away, but zhangjing's not hving it

he firmly pushes yr shoulders bck, knocking them against the bookshelf, hands planted right next to yr forehead, trapping u between him and the wooden shelf.

"u've been ignoring me."

"no, i hvnt." u swallow hard, looking away, blush creeping up yr neck

"yes u hve. u dont even knw what i was talking abt just now, right?"

ur eyes focus on the floor, neither denying nor acknowledging it.

"what's wrong? why r u ignoring me? did i do smth wrong-"

"zhangjing, u didnt do anything wrong-"

"then why r u ignoring me? i invited u to eat with me thrice last week, and u didnt even accept at least one of them! u hardly pay attention to anything i say, and u hve that mournful look on yr face like someone just died! oh wait shit unless...did someone in yr family pass away? oh shit im so sorry-"

"my family's fine, zhangjing will be quiet for once?"

he opens his mouth again, abt to continue his rant when you decide to seal his lips with yr own

honestly, its a relief to finally cave in to yr desire to shower zhangjing with all the love u hve for him

emotions of the past two seasons flow through yr body and pass through yr lips, conveying the message of "i love u" through that one, light, gentle kiss.

u pull away, face flushed, eyes shyly looking up and they make contact with a shocked zhangjing.

"zhangjing?" a girl's voice travels down the aisle, light and delicate.

he hastily pulls his arms to his side, head turning as he sees his girlfriend at the edge of the aisle.

he looks despairingly, eyes shifting between u and the other girl

the word that passes through yr lips drive a dagger through yr gut, but u maintain the smile on yr face.

"go."

and he goes, causing the invisible string, that once connected the two of you together, to snap, as he walks further and further away; the recoil causing u to stumble bck, tears flowing down yr cheeks in a gentle stream as u nurse the pain deep in yr heart.

[modernhobbit123]

It's Time Part 3

Charles Xavier x daughter reader

Soon the morning came and Charles got up early for once, with Hank's help. He figured if he wouldn't see his child again after today then it wouldn't hurt to at least give her a proper meal. Giving this to her was his only motivation to get up and into life, because it would show her he cared. He knew thats what she needed most in her life now. 

When the rest of them got around they ate together and (Y/N) ate until she wanted to vomit. Hank helped get her bag together and washed her old clothes the previous night. She had never been shown how good the world could be and was a bit excited to really see it for the first time. Soon they had to leave to find Raven and she had to be on her way. She stood at the entrance of the mansion with them, Logan was more of a see ya ler kinda guy. Hank let you know you had friends here if you wanted to come back. Charles gave you a few photos from before Cuba of old times to show her a better time. 

They hugged and she said she would come back to him if he wanted. "Of course I do, just when this terrible business is over." She nodded and was about to move off when Hank brought out a polaroid camera.

"You two should have at least one picture together." He smiled snapping their photos so both she and Charles could both have one. She gave thanks to them and they parted ways. (Y/N) ended up staying in new York for a few more weeks, she jumped from home to home but enjoyed seeing the city. She wanted to stay in the area to be close to her new home, but in the next week she wanted to be anywhere but there. 

One day passing people on the busy streets, everyone had stopped to watch the TVs in the windows and on the big screns. (Y/N) pushed through the crowds to see the news caster say, "Tragedy struck today in Washington D.C when mutant criminal Erik Lehnsherr lifted RFK Stadium from the ground and trapped President Nixon and his cabinet on the white house grounds. We believe he had intentions to kill the President at the unvailing of Bolivar Trask's new Sentinel program. The Sentinels were meant to a new modern safety measure for humans against mutants. Our team's footage shows a few other mutants at the scene, who appear to be protecting the President from this mad man. Unfortunately, their efforts were not enough to stop Lehnsherr from taking the life of Mr. Trask and President Nixon. Our sources tell us there were no survivors when police arrived."

She couldn't believe her eyes as the video showed her dad and Hank both being killed by Erik Lehnsherr and a female mutant there. She ran away to a quiet place so she could cry uninterrupted. She had lost everything she knew and was now completely alone. Another scientist moved the Sentinel program forward and soon all mutants lived in fear. 

At this moments (Y/N) was hiding in an underground base she set up in the sewers, she knew they were coming for her and she didnt care. If she was killed then she could be with her dad and Hank and Logan and her old friends again. They had been trying to break through the blast shields for hours and she had her escape pack on her back, but she sat down when she decided it wouldn't be worth it to run. At 13 or 33 or 73 they would kill her anyway. She listened to an old Elvis record and only looked at her photos of her almost home. They pushed through, and crept up behind her ready to blast her life away. "I'll be there soon dad." 

Unknown to her, the x-gene in her sparked and her mutation unleashed in her dispair. The heat reached her neck but the searing pain never hit. Before anyone knew it, (Y/N) wasn't in her base. She was sitting outside the gate of the mansion, but it was clean and there weren't any signs up. Nothing about her had changed and she still had all her belongings on her. She put away her photo and went through the gate, walking up the road to the house she could hear activity. More ane more so with each step, she began to feel nervous again, it wasn't the 1970s anymore. 

Stepping through the tree line she could hear people talking on the other side of the house, it was much different here compared to the last time she was there. She was afraid to knock on the door so she went around back to see who was there. Immediately she recognized Charles and stopped to stare at him, just like the first time. But he wasn't dirty or dressed in a robe. He was clean and shaven and looked like her photo from 1963. And overall, he looked so happy. He talked to a young teenage kid but stopped when he saw her. She wanted to run and hide, but it wouldn't help anything now that she was seen. She had their attention but couldn't find the confidence to speak. 

Charles went up to her, "Hello? Young lady? Are you lost?" He got down to her level. When her lip trembled and tears came out he got very concerned. "Hey, hey. What's wrong? Where are your paren-" he was cut off by her wrapping her arms around his neck for a hug. He was genuinely confused but patted her back. Raven came out to talk Charles and was shocked, to say the least, at the sight. He saw her and shrugged his shoulders to her, as he didn't have a clue.

He pulled back when (Y/N) didn't, "Are you ok?" He asked slowly. 

She nodded, "You are Charles Xavier right?" He nodded. "Good, well, this....is going to sound crazy. May we talk in private?" He looked to Raven and she nodded, going to find Erik. They went inside, to the library for the privacy.

"Alright. What is this crazy story you ha-" he was cut off once again.

"I'm your daughter.....and I'm from the year 1976." She started strong but her voice left her.

He laughed a little, thinking it was a prank. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I dont have children. And as for the future bit, very funny. You almost had me."

"Its not a joke Da- Charles. I'm from thirteen years a head in the future but I dont know how I did it." He still wasn't convinced, but he saw she was desperate. "Look, just.....Just look through my mind! You're a telepath. I can't be lying about my memories can I?!" She got excited as she remembered.

He was wondering who she really was, "How do you know that?" 

"Because I found you when I was twelve and you told me yourself. Please, just look. I give you permission, just...please!!" She said exhaustedly and desperately. He was hesitant but if she was telling truth, this would change them both. He nodded after considering it. As he put two fingers to his temple he began to dive into her mind and looked into her life from start to finish. (Y/N) sat uncomfortably as she waited. Charles' expression changed from happy, to sad, to painful and so on as he looked at her. 

"Its all true." He chuckled nervously.

"Yeah and I have pictures. The older one is from this year, and the other is from 1975." She showed him the pictures and he read the back.

"We haven't taken any pictures yet."

"You will. Before you leave to find that Shaw guy. That photo is all my mom gave me before she gave me up. ...without it I wouldn't be here."

"You've certainly been through too much."

"It just makes me stronger." She shrugged. It was very fortunate for her that he had his powers, he understood everything she went through. He smiled at her resilience.

"Well, if you're going to stay I need to talk with the others so they know who you are and what's going on." She stiffened but launched herself at him for a tight hug. He chuckled and held her back just as tight, by looking through her mind he felt like he knew her even though this is their first meeting.

Later on through the day Charles got everyone else together, except Moira, and explained the situation. (Y/N) explored the house all day and met the others. She was a little nervous around her Aunt Raven and Erik being there because of what happened in the future, but decided not to worry. It was a different time, what could go wrong? Charles made the time to spend with (Y/N) nd get to know her from scratch. She told him about her abilities not showing up yet until the accidental time travel. He told her she was just a late bloomer, just because his powers came to him when he was nine doesn't mean she'd be the same way. Which she kinda understood. Moira was there to help, being CIA, and all but (Y/N) didn't know whether or not to get close to her. She tried being friendly more and more to her soon to be mom, hoping it could change her mind about giving (Y/N) up.

Night fell and she sat with Charles once again, so they could get to know each other better. He was droning on about genetics and how she was a mutant even though her mom was human. She laughed at his corney dad jokes. "Come on!"

"What? It was a good one." He reasoned laughing.

"No it was aweful!" She laughed back. It made her feel better than great to have this kind of moment with him. She even felt good enough to listen to music and really enjoy it. She lept off the couch and opened her pack to fish out her 60s Elvis Presley record.

"What's that?" Even though they lived in America she doubted he knew Elvis.

"A record of the greatest hits by the King of rock and roll music." She set up the record player and the song, 'Can't Help Falling in Love,' started. "It's my favorite album. Real American culture." She said giddily.

He listened to it with her and she leant into his arm, wanting to make the most of this moment. He found it sweet and held her close to return the affection. Soon she fell asleep to the music and warmth in the atmosphere. Charles held her for a while and gently took her to her room. He felt like fatherhood was ment for him. He set her in bed and gave her a kiss on her forehead good night before settling down himself in his room.

There had never been a more peaceful time in her life than now, until the deeper night that is. In her mind the voices in her dream were getting louder, like a new voice chimed in every second. Her sleep became disrupted and she figured when she woke it would go away. She sat up in bed and rubbed her head as it didn't go away and got louder, waiting for a while she started crying thinking it wouldn't end. Raven was still awake and passed by her room just in time, she felt protective of (Y/N) and opened her door, "(Y/N)? Hey? Whats wrong? Why are you upset?" She rushed over and hugged her trying to calm her. 

"The voices wont stop!" She cried out. 

Raven immediately knew what was happening because it happened to Charles and she left to go get him. He was groggy and wanted to sleep again, "Yes Raven?" He sighed.

"(Y/N)'s powers are here. She says the voices wont stop." She said before running out. Charles urgently followed and Hank had shown up for comfort too. Charles lifted her up and held her tight, speaking to her in her mind. 

"Shhh, its alright sweetheart. I'm here or you."

"They wont stop!" She yelled.

"I know, I know. The same thing happened to me. You have to use your powers to block them from your mind. Imagine a wall around your thoughts." She pushed her abilities and did what he said, keeping a wall between her mind and the world. She heard it all go quiet and she calmed down. "Good, good job. Keep that up and you wont hear them at all unless you try." She sniffed and wiped her eyes. The others patted her back to let her know she was safe and they were there to help. Her family was all there.

[sadrien]

goodbyes & hellos

on ao3

im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa​ for the title <3

enjoy!

Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

unknown number: Hi!

unknown number: Just wanted to let you know the start time for today has been moved from 10 to 9:15

unknown number: My father has a meeting at 1300 so he wants to get it all done as soon as possible

unknown number: And I know you mentioned wanting to have him on set yesterday

unknown number: I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience! Your agent should be calling you soon, but I thought I’d give you a heads up

Alya squints at the screen. She doesn’t want to care but she’s curious. And curiousity killed the cat and all that but she’s used to letting her nosiness get the best of her.

unknown number: agents???

unknown number: 1st of all srry u have the wrong number

unknown number: 2nd of all were u talking to a movie star or smth???????

unknown number: book writer??

unknown number: what kinda person needs an agent

unknown number: Oh I’m sorry! I must’ve gotten the wrong number from someone

unknown number: I’m really sorry if I was bothering you

Alya rolls her eyes.

unknown number: u woke me up but its chill cause now im curious

unknown number: Curious? About what?

unknown number: way 2 keep avoiding the question

unknown number: ???

unknown number: u said the person u meant to text has an agent

unknown number: how fancy r they

unknown number: Oh! She’s a model!

Alya’s eyes widen. The most famous person she knows is that thirteen year old that was in her school who has ten thousand subscribers on YouTube because she makes lyric videos. The second is a boy who has a few thousand instagram followers because he has nice abs and lots of white boy clothing and muscle shirts.

unknown number: u kno a model????????

unknown number: Uhh

unknown number: I’m not sure how much personal information I should be giving to a stranger

Alya sighs. So close.

unknown number: its fine dude (dude? u good w that? lmk if u arent) i getchu

unknown number: u can just stop responding if u dont wanna talk

She locks her phone and slides it back under her pillow. She stares at the ceiling for a few more minutes, wondering if she’ll be able to fall back asleep. As much as she’d like to take the train back to dreamville, she can’t. Because now she’s awake and now she’s wondering. And once she stops wondering, she doesn’t stop.

She’ll probably stop thinking about this random wrong number in a few days and in a few months, she’ll forget about them entirely but…

Ugh.

Sleep definitely isn’t an option anymore.

Leaving her phone in her bed, she pads to the kitchen, twisting her hair up into a messy bun as she does so. No one is up yet — of course they aren’t, it’s seven on a Saturday and everyone is taking advantage of every precious minute of sleep they can get — so she has the run of the house to herself.

So she makes herself some coffee and a bowl of cereal and turns to television on. Her initial plan is to just leave it on whatever channel that’s playing when she first turns it on, and luckily the twins were the last ones to use it. Saturday morning cartoons. Score.

Alya stirs sugar in her coffee as Cyber Chase plays in the background. It’s not much more than background noise, it’s the middle of an episode and she doesn’t really know what’s happening, but she does snort at a few of the bad jokes.

“You’re up early,” her mom says before dropping a kiss on the top of Alya’s head.

Alya hums. “Got a few text messages and they woke me up.” She notes how her mom purposefully avoids eye contact as she opens a cabinet. Alya rolls her eyes and eats a spoonful of cereal.

“School friends?” her mom asks carefully.

“Yes,” Alya lies. Better than her mom asking more questions. The biggest one being why were you talking to a complete stranger?

“Are you going to see them before we leave?”

Alya glues her eyes to the TV. “If they’re around.”

Her mom makes an unimpressed sound and Alya resists the urge to roll her eyes. She texted a few of her friends the other week, but the conversation was awkward and stilted. They all had the same sort of idea about cutting ties.  

Alya sighs and puts down her spoon, twisting around in her seat to face her mom. “I promise I’m talking to them.”

Her mom gives her that look— the one where her lips purse and a crease between her eyebrows that’s becoming more and more permanent; the one that says she wants to push for more details, but won’t unless they’re volunteered first. Which Alya is not doing, thank you very much. “If you say so, honey,” her mom says, turning her attention to the breakfast she’s making.

Alya stares down into her cereal bowl.

Time to evacuate to her bedroom.

She finishes her cereal as quickly as she can without choking and dumps her bowl and spoon in the sink as she passes it, taking her coffee with her to her room. New plan: curl up in bed with her laptop and hope her mom just leaves her alone until they move.

Alya’s almost forgotten about her phone by the time she flops onto her bed. It vibrates almost as soon as she opens her laptop. She frowns as she pulls it out from under her pillow.

unknown number: Dude is fine for me

unknown number: He/him pronouns please

unknown number: Thanks for asking I really appreciate it, actually

unknown number: People don’t always ask

Plan trashed. This is a better plan.

unknown number: she/her for me

unknown number: and no prob man

unknown number: i wasnt gonna assume ur gender

unknown number: ok that mightve sounded bad but i didnt mean it in a bad way like the ‘lol dont assume my gender’ way jerks do sometime i meant it in like a genuine

unknown number: if u have smth u wanna say u should say it because i am very tired and i can go on for a while

Whoops.

Alya can’t say she’s known for her stellar first impressions but she usually doesn’t ramble her way into an awkward corner. She mindlessly flips through apps as she waits for a response.

unknown number: Don’t worry about it! I didn’t take it the wrong way or anything

Alya smiles to herself as she responds. He keeps leaving her openings which is nice. Based off his initial reaction, she thought he’d shut this down as fast as possible.

She realizes this is probably a little weird. But it’s the most exciting thing to happen to her since school let out so…

unknown number: so whats up stranger??

unknown number: b4 u ask im just sitting in my room doing nothing but text u so thats my morning

unknown number: I actually have work soon, so that’s fun

Alya raises her eyebrows. She forgot age was something else she didn’t know yet.

unknown number: oo work that sounds fun

unknown number: what do u do???

unknown number: I work for my dad, it isn’t anything special

unknown number: But it gives me something to do with my time so I don’t mind that much

unknown number: If I randomly stop responding without warning, that’s why

unknown number: good 2 kno

unknown number: can i ask what u do 4 ur dad or is that 2 personal

unknown number: I uh… I just do whatever he needs me to do

unknown number: I don’t get paid or anything but

unknown number: ay it still works as a resume builder

unknown number: Yeah exactly!

unknown number: thats cool that ur dad can get u a job!! my mom and dad could never w their jobs so i just suffer

unknown number: not that thats any different from what i would do anyway as a teenager

Alright, perfect. She’s brought up the age question in a really clunky and awkward way. Better than nothing.

unknown number: Oh how old are you?

unknown number: I’m 15

Alya lets out a sigh of relief.

unknown number: ayy same!

unknown number: just ur fav teenage superhero blogger

unknown number: doing nothing with her life

unknown number: You like superheroes?

unknown number: yeah!! i love comic books. you??

unknown number: I don’t have time to read many but yeah! I’ve always loved Spiderman

unknown number: wonder woman is my g i r l

unknown number: superheroes are just so cool

She waits a few minutes before she decides that he must have gone off to work. Bonding over superheroes, that’s good. A shared interest. She scrolls through their conversation, rereading some of the earlier messages before she creates a contact for him. She makes the name ‘stranger’ and leaves it at that.

It’s not like they’re meeting up or anything. Even if he is an ax murderer, can’t kill her if she never sends him her location.

Alya spends the next couple of hours avoiding her mom as much as possible. She takes her sisters to the park and then goes to the library after she brings them home.

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

She’s clicking through a webcomic that she missed a few weeks worth of updates when her phone buzzes. She glances down, expecting it to be a text from her mom asking if she has any plans or to do chores or something, but is pleasantly surprised to see a message from her stranger.

stranger: Sorry about that, work ran long

stranger: Admittedly, I don’t know very much about Wonder Woman, but she looks very awesome

unknown number: !!!!

unknown number: when ive got more time remind me to tell u all abou t her

unknown number: and to rec some comic books even if u dont have time

stranger: Is she your favorite?

Alya sits back in her chair. This conversation is going to be a long one.

Alya finds herself randomly texting her stranger for the next few days. He doesn’t always respond quickly, but he responds eventually, no matter how weird her original message.

That’s more than she can say for most of her friends.

She texts him as she’s sitting on the counter in her kitchen, stirring a pot.

unknown number: hey stranger whats up

stranger: Just reading, you?

unknown number: making box mac n cheese

stranger: Sounds fun

unknown number: yeah im gonna eat it straight from the pot

The three dots bounce on the screen as the stranger takes his time with the next message. Alya snorts and turns off the stove, straining the pasta and moving to the fridge to find butter and cheese. He’s found his words by the time she’s letting the butter melt in the pot.

stranger: Straight from the pot? Why?

unknown number: because i live life on the edge

unknown number: and also because im too lazy to clean the dish later

stranger: You know what? That’s fair

Sometimes, Alya thinks that she probably shouldn’t think about someone who she doesn’t even know the name of as often as she does, let alone text him as much as she does. But sometimes she’ll see something, and she’ll immediately think of him. Or she’ll just be randomly upset and feel the strong urge to pick up the phone and see if he’s available to vent to.

She knows it’s kind of weird, but she can’t help herself.

One night, at around two in the morning, she finds herself messaging him.

unknown number: hey did i ever mention i was moving

She’s almost asleep, slightly more okay than she was before she sent the text, when he responds.

stranger: You haven’t but we also don’t talk about where we live

Alya stares at the screen for a long moment, the bright light in the darkness making everything on the screen blur into nothing. She just feels kind of numb.

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: like 8 hours away from where i live now

stranger: Wow that’s a big move

unknown number: yeah

stranger: I’m guessing you don’t want to go?

unknown number: not really

unknown number: did u know ur my only friend right now

stranger: I am?

unknown number: me and my other friends sort of cut ties

stranger: The internet exists

stranger: Phones exist

stranger: FaceTime and Skype both kind of suck, but they exist

unknown number: yeah i guess

unknown number: i guess its just too hard for any of us to try

stranger: I have no idea how far apart we live

stranger: We’re doing just fine

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: yeah ur right

One of Alya’s small comforts that comes to mind whenever she thinks about moving is the fact that she’ll have her phone on her and a portable charger. Her stranger will be with her every step of the way.

He’d managed to get her to talk to some of her friends. She doesn’t really think it’ll last once she’s in Paris, but the attempt is nice. And it gives her other people to talk to for the rest of the summer.

It’s too early in the morning when they leave for the last time for her to get really emotional about moving. All she has the energy to do is to take a picture of her old apartment, caption it ‘one last goodbye to marseille’, and save it before sending it to her friends over Snapchat. Before she falls asleep against the car window, she texts it to her stranger.

She wakes up to a new text among the goodbyes from her friends.

stranger: Have a nice car ride! I’ll let you know when I get back from work <3

Alya hides her smile from her sisters and screenshots the text for later.

She texts him from the floor of her new bedroom while her dad starts moving boxes. They’ve been in the process of moving for a while now, shipping most of their things to Paris beforehand. Now all that remains is the actual unpacking.

Alya doesn’t have the energy for that. She just lays on the floor and stares at the ceiling for a while. Then she picks up her phone and sends him a text.

It’s been about an hour since they last talked. She’d talked to him for a good majority of the car ride, only stopping when he was busy and ending the conversation when they arrived so she could get her things out of the car and help her sisters with theirs. She’d sent him a picture of her empty bedroom and said ‘let the unpacking begin :P’. He’d responded with a ‘Good luck!!’ and ‘I’ll let you get to work!’

Alya’s thumb hovers over the send button for a few seconds. She’s never really pushed him for any sort of personal information before.

New city, new Alya. Or something.

unknown number: hey just wondering

unknown number: what do u have me in ur phone as??

unknown number: i have u in here as stranger

stranger: Your contact name?

stranger: Uh awkward but you don’t?

stranger: You’re the only one I just have the number for, so I know who you are that way

Alya reads his texts a few times before she responds. She doesn’t know what she expects in return, but she figures she has nothing to lose.

unknown number: im alya

unknown number: in case u were wondering

stranger: Hi Alya

stranger: I’m Adrien

[wordsandshawn]

AU: Uni Shawn - Thoughtful

a/n: This imagine similar is to Playful because it has 4 different scenes regarding thoughtfulness in a relationship. Thank you to everyone who sent ideas in for this imagine. I was only able to use one since I already had the other three ideas written, but I really appreciate your suggestions and I may use them in the future, so thank you! 

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On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, you start your job at the front desk of the library at seven in the morning, which is a bit too early for your liking. This morning in particular is a rough morning for you. You were up until nearly three in the morning trying to finish a paper so having to be awake at 6:30 wasn’t at all enjoyable.

The library is nearly empty this early in the morning, which makes it even harder for you to be able to keep your eyes open. You’re doing some work on the library computer, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice someone enter the building. You don’t even look up from your computer, too tired to bother shifting your attention away from the screen in front of you. Only when the figure stops at the desk do you bother to look up.

You’re thoroughly surprised to see your boyfriend standing there. His hair is messy, like he didn’t bother to fix it before he left his dorm. Just the sight of him half asleep, but standing there in front of you brings a smile to your own tired face. “Morning y/n,” He says, when you don’t say anything right away. Despite the tiredness in his eyes and the fact that he isn’t used to waking up so early in the morning, he still is smiling brightly at you.

“Good morning baby, what are you doing?” You whisper to him leaning over the desk.

“I brought you coffee.” He responds, holding out the venti starbucks cup that you were too distracted to notice until just now. 

You take it, and read the label to see he got your order exactly right. Even though he always complains that you confuse the baristas with your complicated order, your realize that he’s actually been paying attention this entire time. “Thank you!” You say, a smile spreading across your face. He knew that you had stayed up late to study the night before, so he woke up early to surprise you with coffee at work because he knew you needed it. 

This is honestly exactly what you need to make it through the morning, and exactly what you didn’t have time to get yourself. The fact that he woke up extra early to do this, sacrificing a solid two hours of sleep since he didn’t have to be awake until nine, is just one of the many reasons why he is an amazing boyfriend and you know you’re so lucky to have him.

-

“We’re thinking of going to that sushi place down the street, does that sound good?” Your friend asks as the last group is preparing to start their presentation. You had worked on this presentation with your group for the last three weeks, and presented for twenty minutes. They had been talking about celebrating finally finishing it practically since the day you started working on it. All along you had planned to go out with them after the presentation, but Shawn had texted you right before your class started to tell you good luck on and you had a short string of texts, during which you noticed he seemed really stressed out. 

“I think I’m gonna pass,” You tell her.

“Awww,” She whines, “Why? We’ve been talking about this for forever.”

“I know, but I have something important. I’ll get food with you all another time.” You respond, and luckily the next group starts presenting so you don’t have time to say much else, and she doesn’t get the chance to try to convince you to change your mind. 

When the class is finally over, you stop by the convenience store on campus to buy some candy on the way back to the dorms. You knock on Shawn’s door, and he opens it a few seconds later. He’s shirtless with his hair a mess and stress written all over his face. You immediately close the two steps between you and him, wrapping your arms around his body. He reacts instinctively, holding you tightly and not letting go for a minute straight You know that with all the stress flowing through his veins, he needed this hug. When you finally let go, he asks, “What are you doing here? I thought you had lunch with your group.”

“I’ll get lunch with them another time,” You respond, “I wanted to see my boyfriend, and I brought candy.” You say with a grin. 

A smile crosses his face at this. “I love you, y/n,” He says.

“I know,” You respond confidently, “Now, where are those notes?” You ask, knowing he has an exam in a couple hours and that’s why he’s so stressed. He wordlessly turns around, grabbing his notebook off of his desk and handing it to you. Taking a seat on his bed, glancing down at the open page filled with his messy scribbles. Its a good thing you’ve pretty much mastered reading his handwriting. He sits down as well, pulling you into his lap. “Babe, you can’t do that,” You tell him. “You can see your notes from there, thats cheating.” 

“I’ll close my eyes, I swear.” He says, wrapping his arms around you. And you turn slightly to see that he does indeed have his eyes closed. “Okay, keep ‘em closed.” You say as your eyes scan the paper in front of you for information you can use to form a question to ask him. 

-

Tonight is opening night for the annual show you’re dancing in at your University, which means you’ve spent 18 of the last 24 hours at the arena running through the show to make sure everything is perfect. To say you’re already exhausted would be an understatement, but at least you have preshow jitters and adrenaline to keep you going. You’re currently in the cramped dressing room, rushing to finish your makeup so you can get into your costume because your dance is early in the show so you need to be ready soon.

One of the other dancers enters the room and asks, “Is there a y/n in here?” There are almost 150 dancers in this show, and there are three dressing rooms for just the girls, so its nearly impossible for everyone to know everyone else, which is why she has to call out your name to even see if you were in that particular dressing room.

You answer from your spot in the corner of the room, “Yeah?”

She starts walking over to you, holding out a few granola bars and a bottle of blue Gatorade. “Your boyfriend brought this for you.” She hands it to you as the entire room erupts in a unanimous “Awww” at the sweet gesture, and you feel a blush rise on your cheeks. But even with the slight embarrassment, your heart is filled with love and appreciativeness for Shawn’s thoughtfulness.

You take the granola bars and Gatorade before immediately pulling out your phone to text Shawn. Thank you Shawn, but you didn’t have to. The show isn’t set to start for another five hours, so you know he just came to drop off the snacks, and he was probably waiting around the front trying to find someone to bring it back to you because he couldn’t come into the girls dressing room himself. You send him the message and only have to wait a few seconds for his reply. I wanted to. I know it gets crazy, and otherwise you wouldn’t eat anything. Can’t wait to see you tonight. You’re going to do great baby 😘

-

You had just finished a long meal in the cafeteria with your friends. The type of meal that takes two hours because you spend most of the time just sitting around, talking and laughing. When you’re all finally finished, you go up to the front to ask for a takeout container. You have to pay for another meal in order to get the takeout container because you’ve already eaten, but you don’t mind. When you walk by your table, your friend teases you, “You still hungry, y/n?” She asks, even though she knows why you got a takeout container.

You just roll your eyes, “It’s for Shawn.” You tell her before heading over to where all of the food is set out and grabbing all of Shawn’s favorite foods to fill up the container, already knowing what he prefers to eat from the cafeteria. When you’re done, you walk out of the caf with your friends. You say goodbye to them as they head back towards the dorms, but you go the opposite direction towards the music building instead. By now, it’s past 9pm so all of the music classes are done for the day, and this entire side of campus is nearly empty. 

You walk down the halls of the building you would never have any reason to come to if it weren’t for Shawn. You’re trying to remember what room he had mentioned he’d be in. You know what area of the building it was, so you head in that direction. Soon enough, you hear the faint sound of piano making its way through the walls and hall. Following the sound, you find your way to one of the only classrooms with a light still on. Peaking through the window, you catch a glimpse of Shawn lost in concentration. You hesitate, not wanting to interrupt his playing. After only a few more seconds, he messes up and stops playing. You take this as a cue to enter.

He is threading his fingers through his hair in frustration, and he doesn’t notice you at first. When the door slams behind you, he finally looks up. Some of the stress and frustration melts from his eyes at the sight of you, and you quickly walk the distance between the door and the piano. You slide onto the bench next to him, and he immediately wraps an arm around your shoulder. “How’s it going?” You question, although you’re already pretty sure you know what his answer will be. 

“Not great.” He replies. “I just can’t seem to get it right, I have an idea of where I want it to go, but its just not turning out the way I want it to when I play it.” 

You tilt your chin up to plant a kiss on his jawline. To which he responds by turning and kissing you on the lips, almost desperately. You stop him before it can get any further. Making out in the music building after hours is something you’ve already done, you don’t need to do it again the night before his big project is due. 

“I brought you dinner,” You tell him, holding out the takeout container for him. “Eat, because I know you haven’t eaten all day, and then I want to hear this piece because I know its amazing.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” He says kissing you lightly before taking the container. 

[hpimaginethat]

Preference 33: How He Confesses His Feelings

Requested by @bartons-never-miss. Thanks for the prompt I had lots of fun with this one. I think it’s pretty cute. And it’s the first fluff I have written in a while. 

Harry

Harry had a rose in his hand with a note on it. he was just finishing the writing when you walked up to him in the Great Hall. He put the rose and note behind his back right away. 

“OOO Who is the lucky girl Harry? Can I see the note before you give it to her?” You ask, and then add. “Just so you don’t give her something totally dorky.”

Your laugh a little, but Harry just shakes his head no and takes a step back. “N-no. It’s a secret. She wont know who it’s from and you don’t need to know what it says before I sent it to her. No one knows anything. Secret.”

He was being so un Harry. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Harry. I am one of your best friends. What could you be keeping a secret from me? Unless.... It’s for me?”

Harry begins to blush violently and refuses to raise his eyes from the floor. You gasp, “It is for me. Isn’t it?”

Harry took a deep breath before replying as he held the beautiful rose out to you. “Yes. I really like you Y/N. I have for a while, but I was nervous to tell you. Hermione helped with the rose, it changes colors. Here you go.”

You smile at him. “Oh Harry it’s beautiful. I wish there was something I could give you too. But I guess a kiss will just have to do.”

He smiled widely at you before the two of you shared a kiss. 

Ron

You were taking notes in Muggle Studies. You really enjoyed the class, both because of the subject and the fact that your crush, Ron Weasley was in the class. Sometimes however interesting the day’s topic was you would zone out and start staring at Ron. You would quickly look away every time he looked at you. You felt like a third year, rather than the sixth year you were. 

You zoned out once again on Ron and he caught you, but instead of looking away this time you just kept looking. You started making faces at each other from across the room and trying not to giggle too loud. Neither one of you wanted detention. You went on like this the whole class period. You didn’t think you or Ron could tell anyone anything about what happened in class that day if they asked. Luckily class was coming to a close and the Professor still hadn’t noticed the two of you ignoring the lesson. Or so you thought...

“So that is a book that is currently popular in Muggle culture. Apparently fans of Green’s novels like pain. Well this lesson is pretty much over. Just one more thing. Mr. Weasley, Miss. L/N I suggest you talk to each other about you obvious feelings for one another after class. Love is beautiful. And the rest of you life is a long time, and wether you know it or not it’s being shaped right now. So remember to take chances sometimes and know love is always a chance worth taking. Dismissed.” She smiled at the two of you as everyone began to gather their things. 

It was the best advice either of you had gotten from a professor. 

Fred

You and Fred had been best friends since you met on platform nine and three quarters before the train left for your first year. You had only grow closer over the years and that meant that for the past two years you had been harboring a massive crush on your best friend. And only the two of you couldn’t see the palpable sexual tension and romantic longing that sat between you at all times. The rest of the school knew you were in love with each other. But you were convinced it was all one sided after one night you asked Fred what he thought of love and he said. “I can’t wait to meet the girl I want to be with for the rest of my life. When I do the whole world will know it.”

He had already met you... so you figured he clearly wasn’t interested. it Absolutely broke your heart. 

You were talking about that exact thing with a friend over lunch when someone shoved the Great Hall doors ope and shouted your name. You stood up and it was Fred. You waved slightly and he walked his way over, still yelling as he said. “It’s you Y/N. I don’t know how I didn’t realize it before. You’re it. The girl I want to be with for the rest of my life is you. And this is me, making sure the world knows that it’s always been you!”

As his little speech came to a close he was standing right in front of you, grinning like an idiot. You could hardly breath. That was better than anything you had ever dreamed. And before you could say anything he pulled you in and finally, finally kissed you. If you had been paying attention to anything other than Fred you might have heard everyone cheering. But love drown them all out. 

George

You and George had been planning on this prank to get Fred and his girlfriend for months. The four of you were like peas in a pod, but the two of them had gotten the two of you first, so retaliation was the only option in your minds. You knew them like the back of your hands so the set up was hard, but you had to keep it very quiet and strike when they wouldn’t expect it. 

It was finally time and the two of you sat in a small nook with the perfect view. Everything was set up and all you had to do was wait for your poor unsuspecting victims to walk right into your trap. It was taking too long. 

“Where are the love birds anyway?” You asked.

George shrugged. “Probably having an improptu snog in a broom closet if Fred had any say in it.”

You both shuddered. Then you turned to George. “Gross. But I am a little jealous. I want what they have.” With you went unsaid. 

George looked at you and nodded his agreement. Something in his face changed for a split second, before he dug in his pocket and pulled out a bit of paper that looked like it had been in there for more than a few days. He handed it to you.

You gave him a questioning look but opened the note. Inside it said “I sure think you’re beautiful Y/N.”

“Maybe. We could have that. If you want.” He said with a hopeful smile on his face. You nodded quickly before kissing him, no longer caring if the park went well or not. 

Neville

You sat across from Neville in the Library. Professor Sprout had given the two of you some extra Herbology books to read because she knew that the two of you shared the love of magical plants that she did. So every Friday night the two of you would meet up and read and geek out together. You loved spending time with him and you were 99.5% sure that he had a crush on you, but he never said anything. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. You were pretty sure he had tried to tell you several times, but chickened out at the last second. 

It was always the same he’d say something like, “Hey Y/N I gotta tell you something.” 

Then you look at him with a smile on your face and wait for him to speak. He’d close his eyes and take a deep breath. Then fumble with a couple words and play with his fingers, before pushing a book in your direction and saying. “Look at such and such it had these properties and is only found on a tiny island that is nearly impossible to get to.”

You would pretend that you thought that’s what he had been talking about the whole time and let it go. But you had gotten tired of the same old show. So as everyone else filed out of the library because of the late hour you knew Neville would try to tell you again, and you decided this time it was going to go differently. 

“Hey Y/N I gotta tell you something.” He said, then closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Only this time when he did that, you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Yeah. I know. And guess what? I love you too.” You have never seen a bigger smile on his face. 

Cedric

Cedric had been acting strange all day. This wasn’t just apparent to you either. When Hufflepuff’s Golden Boy goes from his cool, kind, confident self to fidigity, quite, and awkward from one day to the next students we bound to take notice. They whispered around the halls after he would pass.

“Did you hear? Cedric zoned out in potions today and his cauldron caught fire. Snape had to put him and the pot out. Cedric ended up having to go to the hospital wing so he could have his arm healed before Herbology.”

“Well when he finally got to Herbology he tripped and knocked over three of the second years’ mandrakes... it was a disaster. It’s so not like him, I wonder what’s wrong.”

These were the stories you were hearing as you walked to the Great Hall to find Cedric and ask him the same question. When you got there and asked he only looked at his hands and replied. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course. Let’s go down to the Black Lake.” So the two of you made your way, and as soon as the soles of your shoes hit the dark sand by the lake you turned to him. “Alright spill it. What going on with you today?”

“Well I am sure you heard all the stuff thats happened today, and-” He took a deep breath. “It’s because I am really nervous. I decided today was the day I finally confess my feelings, my love, and I am terrified that... that you wont feel the same way. I love you Y/N.”

“Oh Ced. You big dumb idiot. You knocked over Mandrakes and set yourself on fire for nothing. The whole school can see how much I love you.” 

Oliver

It was no secret that lots of boys from all three schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament fancied you. But you hadn’t paid them much mind. Oliver Wood had come back this year to support Harry and to see some of his old school pals. You were a little younger than Oliver, but you and Oliver had been close when he was in school. Like two peas in a pod. 

Since the announcement of the Yule Ball, you had been asked by several people to go with them. You weren’t sure who you should go with, so you’d ask Oliver if he knew anything about each perspective date. And every time without fail he would say you shouldn’t go with them. He never gave a reason however. 

Eventually you got fed up with the same old answer. “Oliver, if you don’t think I should go with any of these guys then who should I go with?”

“Me.” He replied simply. 

“And why exactly are you so much better than any of the boys who have asked me?” You asked in a sassy teasing tone. 

“Because none of them are in love with you like I am.” He replied quickly and without thinking. Neither of you could believe what he had said, it was painted all over both of your faces. Shock quickly faded from you face however, and was replaced with a smile.

“Okay. I guess going to the Yule Ball with the boy who loves me as much as I love him is a pretty good plan.”

Draco

Draco had left a note on your bed saying to meeting him in the common room after everyone had gone to bed. You weren’t quite sure what your best friend wanted you to do that for, but you made you way there none the less. You arrived to a huge surprise. 

The common room was covered in white rose petals, they coated the floor leading up to Draco, who was sitting at the grand piano under floating balls of light that glowed a soft gold color. You gasped and brought a hand up to your mouth. “Draco?”

He just patted the seat next to him, so you sat down as he began to play your favorite love song in the world. The lights above you dimmed slightly and the rose petals began to glow and dance around the room to the melody. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, you could cry. As the song came to a close the petals floated back to the floor and spelled out ‘I love you, Y/N’. 

Your eyes grew as big as saucers. Draco smiled at you sheepishly. “It’s true.” He whispered. 

You cupped his face in your hands, then you whispered back. “I love you too, Draco.”

Then you kissed him softly, before asking him to teach you to play that song. He smiled and agreed. It was like a dream you didn’t have to wake up from.