Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.
Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!
Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.
He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?
REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the final part of this story! I may add an epilogue afterwards, but this will be the last weekly update. Thank you all so much for the feedback and the support that this story has received—this one holds a special place in my heart. I hope that you enjoy! x
Harry had been talking about it for weeks and weeks—he’d had such a good time writing his first album in isolation, that he decided to do the same thing for his second album. He was heading off to a remote island off of the coast of South America, and he had booked out studio time for two whole months.
The two of them spent hours together talking about his travel plans and getting him a head start on the writing process. He would spent days sitting at the counter of her little store—he would even occasionally ring in the customers, teasing her about how he deserves to be on the payroll. For the most part he sat and played the guitar, or brought her fun things that he’d purchased to take with him.
She did her best to distract herself from the fact that her best friend in the world was leaving.
It had been almost a year since Harry walked into her flower store that first night, and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She understood why she wouldn’t be able to have any contact with him during his writing process—he needed to focus on his music, and she respected that entirely. But it would be the hardest two months of her life, because Harry was her favorite person in the world.
“A wizard, Pidge! One of the most powerful the country has ever seen!!! And he constantly stops by my shop! He always buys the ice crystal jars I make, and he’s so polite and sweet and I have a huge crush and I don’t know what to do!” A man in a blue and white apron wailed, sitting at the edge of a pond, a forest nymph patting his back sympathetically.
Pidge fluttered her wings and laughed at her distressed water mage friend, amused by the human male’s crush on a fellow magic user. “Honestly Lance, you humans are kinda hopeless at courting sometimes. If you like him, just tell him! It’s really quite simple.” She offered, only for the water mage to shake his head sadly.
“Pidge, I told you, he’s the Champion. Princess Allura’s most powerful wizard, able to bend the sky itself. And I’m… just a simple water user. My special skill is making glass things out of unmeltable ice or making shapes out of liquids.” Lance murmured, blue eyes dark with sorrow as he lifted his hand and pulled some of the pond water towards him, shifting its shape to resemble the man he so desperately loved from afar.
Pidge hummed quietly and then looked up at the sky. “Hey, it’s almost time for the summer festival to start. Are you going to go?” She asked, moving to stand in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Lance chuckled and merely pocketed the pond water in his canteen for later. “Nah, I’ve got more stuff to make. Hunk needs an ice sculpture case for a cake he’s delivering to the Castle. Something about keeping it chilled so the frosting won’t melt in this heat or whatever. A delivery for the Castle needs an extra special ice case, since it’s a cake for the Princess.” He explained, getting to his feet and dusting off his pants.
Pidge lit up. “Hey, I’ve never seen you make an ice case before, can I come watch? Please?” The forest nymph begged, tugging at the taller man’s jacket.
Lance ruffled her hair. “Sure thing, Pigeon! Come on, if we hurry we can get there before noon rush.” Pidge jumped in joy and grabbed the water mage by the arm, tugging him along to his shop.
A few hours later, the young nymph was watching in fascination as Lance skillfully weaved water in a crisscross motion over the cake that had been delivered only the hour before, golden brown eyes wide as he held the water in place, hands sparking with blue magic that steadily grew lighter in color as the water began to freeze.
Neither noticed the doorbell jingle, nor the purple and black robed wizard that stepped into the shop. Lance stuck his tongue out a bit, concentrated on the weaving pattern that whirled around the three tiered cake, sweating only slightly as the water began to freeze.
The newcomer stayed silent, wide eyed, and shyly ducked behind a shelf to keep watching. Lance froze the entire case, a beautiful latticework that sparkled in white and blue.
“Right, one half down, one half to go.” Lance sighed, Pidge jumping onto the counter to circle the cake, tracing the patterned ice with a shiver and a smile.
Lance shooed the little nymph off of the table. “Pidge! It’s not done yet! Hunk said someone from the Castle will be here to pick up the cake soon, I need this finished before they get here!” He scolded, turning back to summon more purified spring water from his stores.
He turned back to the cake and swirled the liquid through the latticework, curving the water to cover the exposed gaps in beautiful ice flowers that resembled juniberries, the favorite flower of the Princess. He clapped his hands and froze everything together in a shower of gorgeous blue sparks, finished.
He jerked away from the cake when he heard a soft gasp that was definitely not from Pidge. He looked up, startled, to see the very wizard he had been crushing on watching him from next to a shelf full of summer potion bottles. Pidge observed with fascination as both men turned bright red, giggling.
“Uh, hello again. I was, well, sent to pick up the ice coated cake for the Princess?” The Champion asked, stepping out from behind the shelf, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Lance gaped until Pidge leaned over to gently shut his mouth, snapping him from his funk. “Oh! Well, you’re just in time, I just finished sealing it up…” the water mage stammered, face still red.
The Champion moved forward, smiling. “Thank you. The Princess appreciates your work, and frankly so do I. It’s beautiful!” He praised, silver eyes not exactly focused on the cake.
Pidge smirked as Lance flushed an even deeper red. “Ah, you’re welcome, uh, I mean thanks, I mean, umm, I’m glad you like it?” The water mage stammered, flustered.
“Hi, I’m Pidge. Nice to meet you, Champion!” The nymph decided to, and she was totally going to tell Hunk about this later, break the ice herself and held out a hand in greeting.
The Champion smiled and shook her hand with his human arm, mindful of the iron and steel prosthetic as some metals could hurt Fae and Nymphs like her. “Please, call me Shiro. It’s nice to meet you too, Pidge.”
Pidge nodded and nudged Lance. “This here is Lance, though I’m sure you know him already. I’ve heard a lot about- Mmph!” She was cut off by Lance’s hand over her mouth.
“Pidge!!! That’s a secret! Shush!” The water user hissed, face such a red color that even a fire mage wouldn’t be able to replicate it.
Shiro laughed at the strange duo, amused. “You two must be quite close, are you going to the festival together?” He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy and damn it if it wasn’t the cutest thing Lance had ever seen.
Pidge tugged Lance’s hand away and shook her head. “Nah, we’ve only been friends for a few years. As for the festival, I’m taking my brother while my icy pal here has nobody to go with, poor seedling.” She cooed, patting Lance on the head as if he were a petulant child.
Lance pouted and batted her hand away. “It’s fine! Not like I wanted to go anyways…” He muttered, sulking.
Shiro seemed to perk up at that. “Well, if you’d like, after I drop this off at the Castle… I could take you? I happen to have nobody to go with either.” He explained brightly, watching Lance practically sparkle in excitement.
“Really?! You’d do that?” Lance asked hopefully, grin widening as Shiro nodded with a fond smile.
“I’ll be back in an hour or so?” He asked, and Lance shook his head up and down rapidly, thrilled.
“Of course! See you then!” The water mage beamed, Shiro grinning in return as he easily levitated the cake with a wind spell.
“It’s a date then!” The Champion called as he exited the shop, unknowingly leaving behind a shell shocked Lance and a gleeful forest nymph.
Pidge pressed a hand over her mouth, a proud smirk easily spreading across her face. “Did he just ask you out?” She prompted, elbowing her stunned human friend. Lance opened and closed his mouth a few times, still processing the information.
“Oh my gods. He just- He said- a date?!? With him?!? Pidge! I just got asked out! To the Festival! By the Champion himself!” Lance screeched, hands flying up to dig into his scalp in astonishment.
“Yes, you did. Now, shouldn’t you get changed into something more appropriate for a date?” Pidge asked, struggling to hold in her laughter as the human shrieked in panic and immediately looked himself over, eyes wide.
“Oh my gods! Pidge! You’ve gotta help me out here!!!” The water mage yelped, grabbing Pidge by the arm and yanking her upstairs to the living area of the shop, the nymph rolling her eyes in exasperation as the human practically tore through his wardrobe.
Meanwhile, at the Castle, after dropping off the cake to the kitchens, Shiro practically burst into his workshop, both his brother and the Princess already there to talk about fireworks for the festival.
“KEITH, ALLURA, HELP I JUST ASKED OUT THE CUTE GUY WHO RUNS THE ICE BOTTLE SHOP TO GO TO THE FESTIVAL WITH ME!!!”
Keith glanced over at the Princess with a smug grin on his face. “You owe me 100 gold, I believe.” Shiro was too busy panicking to notice the exchange.
Allura sighed defeatedly. “Darn. I have to hand it to you and Pidge, you two really know how to plan these things.”
Keith smiled. “That girl has a terrifying mind, I’ll tell you that.”
Don’t worry, the date went super smoothly thanks to Allura giving Shiro wardrobe advice and Pidge telling Lance to play it cool. They had a second date a week after ;3 I hope this turned out alright! @shancefluffweek
SPOILER FREE FIC (feat. brief angst but mostly fluffy fluff.)
“Well? Can you reprogram them?”
Cassian stood beside you, staring at a pile of Imperial
droids. There were probably only three or four, but the way their gangly limbs
tangled limply together made it seem like much more, and it was overwhelming.
Cautiously, you approached them, and gave one a light tap with your foot for no
reason at all.
“Possibly one. Maybe
two. Not all of them. It’s going to take some trial and error to figure out how
“Do you know how long it’ll take? This is a time sensitive
You turned to him and smiled. “It’s always a time sensitive matter, Captain. Give me a few hours to
tinker around, and I’ll have a more definite answer by the end of the day.”
It was clear that your response wasn’t what he was looking
for, but there was nothing that could be done to change it, and so, he gave you
small nod. “I’ll come check up on you later.”
“Alright…and Captain,” you called out as he began to walk
away. He stopped in his tracks and peered at you from over his shoulder. “Go to
the medic and get that cut taken care of.”
Cassian furrowed his brow in confusion until you lightly
tapped your temple. He brought his fingers up to the area on his own head and
gingerly touched the wound, wincing slightly upon contact. It wasn’t anything
too serious, but it was enough to require some sort of medical attention.
“Getting those droids wasn’t easy,” he replied hesitantly. It
was the same tone of voice he used whenever someone was lost during a mission.
“Your efforts won’t go to waste.”
He looked as if he was going to reply, but strode out of the
room, instead, leaving you alone with the droids and the guilt of not being
upset over whoever it was that died, but rather, glad that it wasn’t him.
HUGE thanks to @the-porcelain-doll-xo for beta reading this for me! And go check out her writing okay she’s such an inspiration, and if you love GOT7, she’s got you covered!!
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The voice was unfamiliar so you
ignored it, still mostly passed out anyway from all the alcohol. But
apparently, the person wasn’t going to take the hint because a moment later you
felt a hand gently touching your shoulder. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here,
“Wanna bet?” you murmured and turned
“Oh, let me handle this,” another
voice, this one’s clipped tone all too familiar, snapped, and then someone was
slapping your face and saying into your ear, “Get the hell up, kid, before I
tell Jason to drag your ass out of here.” Jason, your bodyguard, who had
actually forcibly carried you out of places many times before. This wasn’t an
empty threat. You groaned and pried your eyes open, and your bleary gaze landed
on the bottle of Jack beside you. Despite the awful taste in your mouth and the
headache you were starting to feel, you snatched it up and took a swig as you
sat up, tossing a slow grin at the two men standing before you with heavy
disapproval. One was your manager, Kevin, and the other was…a preacher?
That’s when you noticed the morning
light falling in colors through the stained-glass windows, the rows of wooden
pews, the crucifix hanging above you…because you were sprawled out on the altar
of a church sanctuary.
Wow. Wild night.
“What time is it?” you yawned, about
to bring the bottle to your lips again but Kevin seized it from your hands,
shooting you a look.
“Seven AM,” the preacher said. “I
have to start getting ready for service, so if you could kindly—”
“Sure,” you nodded. “I’ll give a
sermon. That’s basically just a rant about how we’re all going to hell, right?
I love reminding people that they’re all damned.”
The preacher gaped at you and your
grin widened, but then your manager caught you by the arm and yanked you
roughly to your feet.
“Excuse us, Preacher,” he apologized
and you winked as Kevin towed you down the aisle and out of the sanctuary. Your
legs were a little wobbly – but after so many years of drinking, you’d built up
a pretty strong tolerance for liquor, and considering how many shots you’d
thrown back last night, you were impressed at your stability. Although your
headache was starting to intensify now.
“So,” you swallowed against the pain
as the two of you made your way out of the church, “what’s the plan for today?
I vote for a day off – oh, I know this little breakfast place that has the best
pancakes you’ve ever eaten—”
“You really think you deserve a
break after your little stunt last week?” Kevin snapped.
Your face hardened at the memory.
“Look, that photographer was a sleazy dick. He kept brushing his hands over
Lucy when he thought no one was looking! That’s disgusting as it is, but she’s
only sixteen! I would punch him again, given the chance.”
“No, you absolutely will not.” You reached
the parking lot, and Kevin waited for you to get into the back of the car before sliding
in behind you himself, as if making sure you didn’t run away. Jason nodded at
you from behind the wheel. “Anyway,” Kevin said briskly as he gestured for
Jason to start driving. “There’s been a change in your schedule.”
“I’m not doing another fan meet, if
that’s what it is, unless you want my head to explode. Migraine,” you clarified
at Kevin’s confusion. You had never minded those events.
He shook his head and handed you his
phone as Jason pulled out of the lot. You glanced down at the screen and found a
video waiting for you, an After School Club
episode from a few days ago.
“What is this?” you asked and when
you looked up, Kevin was grinning at you.
“Just hit play.” So you did.
Mark’s POV – A few hours later
wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze as his makeup artist patted the
concealer on his face into place, adding the finishing touches. Beside him,
Jackson and Bambam were also trying and failing to remain still as their hair
was carefully patted into place and their clothes smoothed. It was dark in the
wings of the stage, but only a few feet away, bright light bore down on the
talk show set. He could hear the chattering of the live audience and the
cacophony of the tech crew getting things ready. They were going live in just a
couple of minutes.
“You ready?” Jackson asked as he
came over, picking a piece of lint off Mark’s shirt.
Mark rolled his shoulders and
flashed Jackson his best aegyo smile. “Oh, yeah.” In reality, he was exhausted.
They’d been on their feet for the last sixteen hours, running through airports,
in the studio, doing last minute promos for their upcoming album. They were
lucky they’d even managed to shove some food into themselves in between the
chaos. Once this show was done, they could finally get some rest. Mark was
already half-asleep behind his camera-ready smile.
People were getting into place now.
The host, a loud and amicable man by the stage name of Alex, was settling into
his armchair, and Mark took a final sip of water from the bottle he was
holding, feeling the reflexive nerves tighten his stomach. At least this was
only a short interview, and a laid back one at that. Alex was known to be
pretty chill. It wasn’t like a variety show where they would have to do a lot.
Just talk, and with Jackson and Bambam here with him, Mark wasn’t too worried
about getting tongue-tied.
“Everyone ready?” the head cameraman
called, but it was more of an order than a question. “We’re live in five, four,
three, two…” He gave a thumbs up, and Alex’s face lit up as the cameras rolled.
Here we go, Mark thought.
“Hi guys, welcome back to another
episode of Afternoon With Alex,”
Alex beamed into the camera. The crowd applauded, and Mark handed his water
bottle to a passing PA, clapping Bambam on the shoulder as he came to stand
with him and Jackson. “Today we have three members of a certain group you all
know and love…you could say they usually ‘got 7’ members…” The three of them
groaned but then immediately smiled as they were ushered onto the set, “Here
they are – GOT7’s Jackson, Mark, and Bambam!”
They walked across the stage and
waved to the crowd, bowing to Alex before taking a seat on the plush sofa
resting opposite his armchair, Jackson sitting between Bambam and Mark. The set
was nice – small and spacious, giving it more of a living room feel than a
“Hi boys, how are you?” Alex turned
his thousand-watt smile on them. At their chorus of ‘Good’ he continued, “So,
you have a new album in the works, correct?”
promotions, Mark swallowed a sigh and sat back, letting his friends do all
He’d contented himself to dreaming
about his bed, and it was only when Jackson nudged his shoulder that he snapped
back to attention.
“Mark hyung is the only one,” Bambam
said in response to some question Alex had asked.
“I’m the only…what?” he laughed to
cover up his embarrassment for zoning out.
“The only one who might have plans
for Valentine’s day,” Bambam finished with a naughty smile. Valentine’s Day? Why—
Oh wow. That was today. That’s what
the vase of roses on the coffee table next to them was for. And the pink
balloons hovering behind them. And their red outfits. In the midst of
everything, Mark had forgotten all about the holiday.
“They’re just kidding,” he shook his
head with a laugh. “There’s no one in my life right now.”
Alex raised a brow mischievously.
“That’s not what I heard.”
“You mentioned in an After School Club episode that your
ideal type is Y/N,” Alex prompted.
Ah, there it was. It was Valentine’s
Day, after all, and what decent host wasn’t going to bring up a hot topic like
celebrity romance? “I did,” he smiled bashfully, picturing her. Y/N. An idol
among idols. Her face was on thousands of websites and billboards, on posters
and in magazines, and yet the image of her that came to mind and made him warm
was completely different.
“That was a good episode,” a voice
said from behind, and Mark felt the blood drain from his face as he and the
members jerked their heads around to see—
Y/N. In the flesh. Standing
half-hidden in the wings of the stage. At the sudden attention on her, she
grinned and walked onto the set as the audience went wild. Bambam clapped a
hand over his mouth, Jackson was in hysterics, and Mark…
Mark couldn’t seem to get his heart
three of them watched as she bowed to Alex before coming over to the sofa, and
Jackson half-knocked Bambam onto the floor in his hurry to make room for her.
Laughing, Y/N settled in between Jackson and Mark. There wasn’t much space, so
her bare thigh was pressed flush against his – and that was another thing. As
part of her image, she was almost always dressed in all black, usually jeans
and leather, but today she was in a red dress and tight denim jacket. And Mark
was not unmoved.
“So, unless you’ve been living under
a rock,” Alex addressed the audience, “you’ll know that this lovely young lady
is none other than Y/L/N Y/N, the main rapper and vocalist of the popular girl
group, 7/11.” Another cheer from the crowd, and Alex turned back to her. “Thank
you for joining us today, Y/N.”
“How could I not?” she said with a
sly look at Mark. He could feel his face burning as he ducked his head. Well…he
was wide awake now. He’d figured there was a chance she would see the ASC video,
but he’d never imagined this would be the result.
“Yeah, tell us about your reaction
to finding out that you’re Mark’s type.”
Y/N nodded. “I called Jia, one of
our other members, and I was like, ‘Jia-yah, there’s this cute boy who likes
Mark could feel Jackson looking at him smugly but all he could focus on was
her. She’d called him cute.
“And what did Jia say?” Bambam asked
“She told me to stop drunk-dialing
her.” They all laughed at this, and Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her. This
was the same girl who was as famous for her temper as her charm. Not a month
went by where she wasn’t the front page of some tabloid, busted for a new bar
brawl or gambling or getting wasted in public. The media called her a
catastrophe, but man, did she clean up nice.
Alex was having a great time either
way, apparently. “What’s your ideal
type then?” he asked her. “We already know Mark’s. Jackson likes healthy girls,
and Bambam likes a girl with a pretty smile. What do you look for, Y/N?”
“Oh, a heartbeat, usually.” She
shrugged, pleased at their second round of laughter. “I don’t know, really. I
don’t think I’m girlfriend material, so I don’t give it a lot of thought. And c’mon,
which parents are going to approve of me for their son?”
“Aw, you’re not a bad person,”
Jackson said, and she shot him an amused look.
“I didn’t say I was bad. I’m just
not good. There’s a difference.” Mark watched her carefully cool expression with
“I’m sure that’s true,” Alex said quickly,
clearly hoping to regain control of the conversation before they crossed into
controversial territory. Teenagers loved Y/N’s rebellious, screw-the-rules
attitude, but their parents were less than happy to patronize her and her
group’s music. “Anyway, I was hoping we could end our show with a little
Valentine’s day game.”
Mark plastered a smile on his face to hide his apprehension. A game? Not only
was he going to have to do something most likely embarrassing, but he would
have to do it in front of Y/N. “You all remember the Kiss The Radio event GOT7
did in 2016, yes? The one where the members put on lipstick and kissed Bambam?”
Mark felt his stomach drop. Where
was Alex going with this? They nodded, and he continued. “Right. I was thinking
we could do something similar – the GOT7 members will put on some lipstick
again but instead of Bambam, they’ll give Y/N a kiss and one of these roses,”
he gestures to the vase. “And then she’ll consider of all of you and choose one
member to be her valentine.”
Before Mark could die of horror and
excitement, Y/N raised her hand. “I have a suggestion,” she said, and Alex
nodded in encouragement. “Since the boys have already done this, why don’t we
switch it up a bit? I’ll give them a
kiss and a flower, and they can decide amongst themselves who will be my valentine.
Maybe rock, paper, scissors or something,” she chuckled.
“Oh, I like it!” he clapped, and
Mark felt a fluttering in his stomach. To be kissed by Y/N…
The four of them stood up as she
began to prepare. She was handed a tube of liptstick from a PA, and as she
walked over to the camera to use its reflection as a mirror, Jackson elbowed
Mark playfully. “I should take a leaf out of your book and tell girls I like
them during interviews,” he smirked.
When Y/N was done, smacking her lips
at the excited audience, she came back and plucked three roses from the vase,
one pink, one red, and one white. That’s when I Like You stared playing in the background, and after pausing to
sniff the flowers, she turned to the boys with a gleam in her eyes.
It was time to begin.
The GOT7 members lined up at the
center of the stage, and Y/N made her way casually to Bambam first.
“Hi Bambam,” she dimpled, holding
the roses behind her back. She looked like a shy schoolgirl.
“Hey,” he tried to say coolly, but
he just sounded flustered. With an affectionate smile, she offered him the
white rose and he accepted it, grinning nervously. But there was an uncharacteristic
softness in Y/N’s eyes as she touched his face, and it seemed to put him at
ease as she pulled him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Bambam looked like
he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after she let him go, and she
When Y/N stepped towards Jackson,
however, her entire demeanor shifted. Mark watched with fascination – and
something else – as she tilted her head back and stared up at him from beneath
hooded eyes, a lazy smile on her face as she playfully dangled the pink rose in
front of him. Jackson took the rose with a squeal – which was abruptly cut off
when Y/N tore her jacket off, threw it on the ground, and yanked Jackson into
her arms before pecking him on the cheek. When she released him, he collapsed
dramatically on the ground in a heap, earning a laugh from the audience.
And then it was Mark’s turn. His
heart pounded behind his ribcage as she moved into his bubble of space. Somehow,
up close, she was even lovelier, and Mark fought the urge to brush her hair
back and hold her close until whatever rage was driving her reckless behavior
faded. Instead, he just beamed down at her as she shyly held out the red rose.
His eyes never left hers as he took it, and then her hands, surprisingly cool
for the hot weather, were on his face. Gentle, she was so gentle, as if she was
afraid she would break him. Y/N stretched up on her tiptoes, and for the
briefest second that also felt like an eternity, her lips hovered over his.
And then she moved higher to kiss
The audience might have been
cheering, but Mark couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears as she drew away.
Unlike him, Y/N didn’t look flustered or excited or affected at all. She just
looked…exhausted. But the smile never left her face.
Before Jackson, Bambam, or Alex
could say anything, Mark hesitantly reached for her hand, and she gave it
“Y/N…” he tried not to sound like a
nervous twelve-year-old, “will you be my valentine?”
She looked at him, really looked at
him, and then with the most heartbreaking smile, she said, “Yes.” But it wasn’t
her smile or her answer that broke his heart – it was her eyes.
Because her eyes were saying no.
A/N: So this was supposed to be a completely different oneshot, but my brain kept screaming, Make it longer, you heathen!! BUT I’m not sure if this was a good idea, so if you guys don’t like it or it doesn’t get any notes, I’ll delete it and just write the oneshot :)
Taeil is a very shy guy, and the idea of getting you something for Valentine’s Day would haunt him. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he wants to get you the perfect gift. He didn’t want to get you something overwhelming neither did he want to get you chocolate because he felt that was too cliché. He would ask Hansol for help but then regret it because Hansol’s ideas were useless and un-romantic, so he would just trust his instincts and buy something that reminded him of you. A necklace. It’s a simple, yet beautiful, necklace with a diamond on it. He felt proud of himself and decided to write you a song so he can sing it for you as he gently puts it around your neck. He would also make you hot chocolate since you both love hot chocolate. You would drink it while you cuddle up watching a movie.
Hansol would be so #confused he would have no idea what to get you. He would think of getting you a teddy bear but then realize that he doesn’t like that idea. He’d think and think and would come to no conclusion. Finally he would go and ask Yuta. Yuta would give him great ideas but that would make hansol feel worse about himself and have thoughts like “I’m such a bad boyfriend” or “Yuta should be her boyfriend”. Valentine’s Day would be so close and Hansol still didn’t think of a gift he wanted to buy, so he decides to go to a mall and see what type of things people are selling. As he walks through the mall he notices a shop which sells watches. And it finally hit him “I’ll buy her a watch”. He buys you a pretty pastel blue watch with silver stars dangling from it. He gets excited to give it to you on Valentine’s Day and he cant help but smile on his way home. When he gives you the gift, he notices your smile and he feels proud of himself, he knew it wasn’t much but he was sure you don’t mind what he gets you because you would love him anyway.
Papa Johns would feel really chill, he would think he has everything planned and that he doesn’t have to worry at all, but when he realizes that valentines day is in two day he would start to panic. He would think “I KNEW WHAT I’D GET HER BUT WHY DID I FORGET” he would come up with ideas of doing something like make you dinner but then again his cooking isn’t the best. He calls his mum in Chicago for help and she tells him to give her a keychain and Johnny liked that idea. He went to the store and bought a custom keychain which says “Be there or be square” and as he was walking he sees a BIG brown teddy bear. He picks it up and examines it when a lady comes up to him and says “It looks like you” and that’s when Johnny was like “Yup this gonna be lit” he bought his gifts and took them home. On Valentine’s he would give you the gifts and you of course would love them and he would say “Yeahhh… I knew it. I even got them a month in advance” and send you a wink. You would spend the day together eating pizza.
Taeyong had completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. He was too busy practicing. You expected him to forget but you knew that he cared and if he wasn’t busy he would’ve spent it with you. Jaehyun asked Taeyong “Hey aren’t you going home yet? Valentine’s Day is almost over” and Taeyong stood there frozen. When Taeyong got home you noticed he looked really sad, you wanted to approach him but you didn’t want to remind him about Valentine’s Day since you knew it would make him sad, so instead you said “Heyyy ty track! Do you want some dinner?” And he shook his head and looked at you with really sad eyes “I’m so sorry” and he took you into a hug. You hugged him back and told him it was okay. You took the gift box from your pocket and gave it to him while looking at your feet. He looked shocked and took it nonetheless. He opened it and his eyes widened with awe “Omo! Y/n you didn’t have to. I feel worse now” you had gotten him a cartier bracelet. You told him it was okay again and you understand that he was busy but he was determined to get you something anyways “Don’t worry I’ll get you something by tomorrow. You’ll love it, now lets go eat dinner” he looked happier and that’s all you cared about. No gift would replace that smile of his. As you eat dinner he would tell you how much he loved you and keep staring at you with a huge smile one his face.
Yuta would be most prepared. He would have probably been extremely excited about valentines day since a month before. He would have probably had the idea of pranking you by doing something witty and then give you his real gift. Yuta would love you so much he would want to give you everything and anything he can offer. You didn’t want him spending too much but that didn’t stop him anyways. He wanted to buy you more than he did but he knew you would be sad. After all he was just showing his love to you by spoiling you. He had bought you LV sunglasses that he thought would look super hot on you. He also bought a Hermès coat that would keep you warm in the winter. And last but not least he bought you the nicest smelling perfume because he wanted to smell it on you when he hugs you. He knew you were humble and wouldn’t accept it straight away but he didn’t care because he knew you would when he gave you his killer smile. On Valentine’s Day he had his plan set. He gave you a big gift box with a photo of him smiling and doing the peace sign. He saw your genuine smile and was surprised that you were happy with only that. But when he told you he had more you were shocked. And he laughed at how cute you were. You kept telling him it was too much but he would just say “My everything deserves everything” and he shot the killer smile that made you melt on the spot.
Ten is such a sweetheart. He would want to do the cliché things couples do on Valentine’s Day but not to be cliché, just because he wanted to experience everything with you. Ten noticed you getting excited over valentines however he couldn’t help but feel something wrong. He wanted to make it extra special, he really did but he didn’t know how. Then the thought hit him. What better thing to do than celebrate Valentine’s Day in the place he loved most, with the person he loved most, Thailand. He booked the plane tickets the moment he got home from practice. He was so hyped. He got his bags ready and he got your bags ready and put them in the car. And all that was left was for you to come home. When you did Ten pulled you into a hug and told you that he was talking you on a small trip. You kept asking where he was talking you but all he would say was “somewhere nice”. You gave up and soon after you went to sleep. An hour later your boyfriend woke you up by planting a kiss on your eyes. You blushed at his action as you got out of the car. You were extremely shocked at where you were. The airport. You looked at Ten as he handed the tickets over to you, your jaw dropped and your eyes were popping out of your sockets “I didn’t pack my bags!!” He assured you that he did. When you arrived to Thailand you and Ten spent the best Valentine’s Day ever. He did all the cliché things but it was super fun and adorable to see that side of him. You gave him the gift you bought him which was a set of earrings and he absolutely loved them. When you got back to the hotel you took a shower and got out with a robe. You looked for your clothes but you didn’t find any underwears. You looked at Ten and asked “Did you pack me any undergarments” and he froze. He realized he didn’t. “Dont worry I’ll buy you some” and a smirk appeared on his face.
Jaehyun is the SWEETEST man ever ever ever. He would be super super SUPER excited for Valentine’s Day. He already bought your gift and organized everything. He would’ve planned to cook you dinner and serve it under the moonlight, sing for you a love song, and last but not least give you his gift. He had cooked meat, spicy pork, ttaekboki and for dessert he will serve peaches and green tea ice cream. For the gift he got you a beautiful set of jewelry. Star diamond earrings with a matching bracelet and necklace. He prepared the a pathway of rose petals from the front door to your balcony so when you enter you would be welcomed with that. And on the balcony there would be a table that served your dinner. As you enter Jaehyun would sing for you and sit you down and when you are done with the delicious meal Jaehyun had prepared he would give you his gift. Jae would make the day end in a very special way. He would fill your backyard with candles in a shape of a heart and in the middle would be a mat to lay on and chocolates shaped as hearts. Jaehyun would make you feel very loved on that special day, since it only comes once a year.
Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!
A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic! “No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way” “Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad) Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.
Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye
Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!
Author’s Note: This one was…a lot. I’ve found one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to writing is brevity. I wanted to challenge myself with this one by taking a simple idea and stretching it for greater detail…which is why it it 4k+. Hope you enjoy!
A brick building sat on the corner of a street just one block down from Lin’s apartment. His first stop into Valentino’s was purely out of convenience. He was never one to buy clothes for only one occasion, just for it to gather dust in his closet.
And he had put off finding a suit for the upcoming Emmys, where he was nominated.
With no other options, he unpacked a few boxes he had been putting off and dug out an old forgotten tux that he prayed still fit.
With the hanger balancing delicately on his fingers, he pushed open the glass paneled door of the dry cleaners you worked at. He stood in the doorway as you sat perched on a stool behind the counter, deeply submerged in a novel.
Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series
Warnings: Language, as always. Canon violence.
Author’s Note: Expect a post from me soon explaining the lack of tags on this post. For now, I just wanted to get this out here so y’all can read it. More info to come.
It was a tiny apartment. One room, a dingy kitchen with cluttered counters and a mattress, shoved into one corner, the sleeping bag on top pulled back in disarray. The sheets off-white, sweat stained, signs of struggle. Not the sort of struggle Steve had been trained to look for: a fight, signs of attack, but the sort of struggle that Steve had learned on his own.
As he tiptoed between the sink, fridge, and the counter separating the kitchen from the bed, Steve found himself taking in all the little details of the apartment: the small collection of dishes sitting in the sink, the newspapers plastered over the window, a bookshelf made from cinder blocks and scraps of wood. There was a shelf with spotty, still not quite clean dishes stacked on it over the sink. A half-full bottle of store brand dish soap. He paused, glancing at the top of the refrigerator. A collection of papers, a large red thermos, and a jar filled with cooking utensils were arranged haphazardly on the dusty surface. Steve smirked when he saw the bright green spatula among the kitchenware.
Summary:One of the many times Haise visits Touka in :re, and his last. Based on Mutsuki’s flashbacks from chapter 114. One-shot.
Rating: K+, fluff | Words: 4,362k | Read on AO3-If you like it, please reblog! ♥
A/N: I missed writing tousaki so much *cries* I’m happy with the result even if it’s not extremely relevant. This would be what Mutsuki sees in his flashback, that everyone was wondering if he just followed Kaneki or something. This could also be the last time Haise sees Touka? I’m not sure, you can decide that for yourselves. If you liked this weird thing, feedback is always appreciated! <3 enjoy.
She takes his breath away; just having her near him is enough to make his heart flutter.
“Hi,” she says, smiling softly, greeting him with the most beautiful presence. Her eyes look kindly surprised to see him there.
She’s wearing a pigtail at the back of her head, soft stray strands of hair falling on each side of her face, one lock touching her right eye, stroking her eyelashes. She looks prettier than the last time he saw her, and seeing her with a new hairstyle is surprisingly refreshing.
Don’t say anything about her hair, don’t be an idiot, don’t s—
“Y-Your hair looks cute,” that’s the first thing he says.
You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN
…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.
Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.
Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)
So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.
Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.
Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.
See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.
Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.
Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.
And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.
And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.
So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.
I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.
Okay, on to Amish Satan.
So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.
So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.
(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)
So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.
I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.
So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.
So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.
Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.
So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.
And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).
I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.
Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.
I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?
I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.
…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.
So I was like…okay,
So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.
Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.
They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.
I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.
So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.
So this was supposed to be posted around Valentine’s Day… whoops.
It’s Valentine’s Day and flower shop owner Lucy is feeling the blues. Mainly because her crush keeps buying odd numbers of roses- and she has no idea who they are for.
Pairing: Natsu and Lucy
It’s very cheesy and fast-paced fluff. Enjoy
“Thank you for shopping with us! And Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Lucy waved at the man leaving her shop, dropping her hand and her smile once he was gone, “Ugh, can this day be over already?”
Lucy Heartfilia co-owned a flower shop with her best friend, Levy McGarden. And today was their busiest day. And since Levy had big plans with her boyfriend, Gajeel, Lucy had to cover the whole day herself.
“Not that it matters,” Lucy grumbled to herself, arranging a new set of roses, “I don’t have anyone to spend the day with anyway, might as well get in some overtime.”
The door opening startled Lucy, simply because of the whirlwind coming after it.
“WHAT?! That’s such a lie!”
“I heard it from Mira, so it’s no lie.”
Lucy looked over her shoulder at the two standing in the shops doorway. Gray Fullbuster and Natsu Dragneel, the two loveable idiots she had known her whole life.
“Hey guys,” Lucy yelled over their arguing, “what are you doing here?”
“I need some flowers for Juvia,” Gray put his hand over Natsu’s mouth to make him stop talking, “got any Lilies?”
“Yeah!” Lucy skipped over to a counter, wiping her hands on her apron, “I’ve got all these, we have some fresh ones in the back I’ll get for you.”
“Thanks, Lucy,” Gray zoned out once he started looking at the colored petals.
“LUCY!” Natsu whirled the blonde around to look at him, their chests bumped against one another’s, causing Lucy to blush, “Tell Gray he’s wrong!”
“About what?” Lucy lightly pushed the man away from her, she was already single on this romantic day, no need to flaunt her ‘secret’ crush in front of her.
“He thinks he looks better than me!”
Blinking, already done with this topic, Lucy sighed. Why did she fall in love with an idiot?
“I do look better than you. I told you even Mira said so,” Gray said, not even bothering to turn around.
“I was asking LUCY!” Natsu roared, “You think I look better, dontcha Lucy?!”
“Um,” scratching her cheek, Lucy said, “you guys both look good-”
“Look!” Natsu lifted his shirt to show off his impressively toned torso.
“N-Natsu!” Lucy covered her eyes, desperately avoiding her desire to look. It was absolutely the last thing she needed was for Natsu to know just how attracted she was to him.
“What are you hiding for? You’ve seen me shirtless before…” If Lucy didn’t know better she would have thought Natsu sounded sad.
“Put your shirt down, pyro,” Gray glared at his frenemy, “can I get a dozen of the dark blue and light blue, maybe mix them up?”
“Sure!” Lucy jumped at the chance to leave the room, “be right back!”
“Wait! Lucy!” She heard Natsu yell once she was behind the curtain in the back room.
Placing a hand over her heart, Lucy willed it to stop pounding.
“He’s your friend… just your friend…” she kept muttering to herself as she made the most beautiful bouquet of her career for Juvia. The woman deserved it after all.
“Wow. Thanks, Lucy!” Gray said when she finally came back out, “those look great.”
“You’re welcome,” Lucy made sure to give him Levy’s exclusive 'friends-only’ discount, “I’m sure I’ll know if she likes it.”
“You might hear tonight with how lucky I’m going to get,” Gray grinned devilishly.
“No one wants to hear about that,” Natsu had his arms crossed, his face buried into his scaly scarf.
“Jealous?” Gray smirked, handing Lucy his card to pay.
“No,” Natsu lowered his face even farther in his scarf before walking deeper into the isles of flowers.
“Sorry about him,” Gray began, but then snickered, “but hey, he is your best friend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy handed the gorgeous bouquet to her honorary big brother, “go easy on him, would you?”
“I never agreed to that,” Gray groaned, moving before Lucy could smack him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”
“You too, Gray,” she fixed a few arrangements around the door after he left, only then realizing, “Natsu? Are you still here?”
“Yeah!” she heard him near the back of the store, “Can you come here?”
“Please no mess, please no mess,” she pleaded as she slowly made her way to Natsu.
“I didn’t make a mess,” Natsu growled playfully, “I just wanna buy something!”
“Oh,” Lucy tripped over her own feet, Natsu was standing in front of the counter. He was in ripped work jeans and a red and black coat, his ever-present scarf covered most of his face.
“And what can I get you?” Lucy smiled, trying not to show how awful it felt to sell flowers to her crush on Valentine’s day.
“Two red roses.”
Blink, “Two roses?”
“Yeah,” he grinned his famous grin, “just two.”
“And he calls me weird…” she did as he asked though, “You said Red?”
“Yepp!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid.
“Alright,” she made the two flowers look pretty, not as nice as Gray’s, but still pretty.
“Keep the change!” He said as he laid a $20 on the counter, “See ya, Lucy!”
He grabbed the roses and bolted out the door before Lucy could reply.
“Bye,” she sighed as she cashed out the transaction, putting the change in a special slot in the register, “wonder who he’s giving it to…”
Getting a job at a crappy takeaway pizza place was probably one of the stupidest decisions of Isak’s life. He didn’t really have much of a choice, though; he really had to start earning some of his own money since his dad was always slow when Isak needed some, and the hours were flexible enough to work around college, and particularly helpfully, his flatmate was the manager, so he’d managed to get Isak the job without actually having to apply for anything.
But it’s definitely not fun work, even if Isak is getting more exercise than he ever has in his life from pedalling his bike all over the city. He just wasn’t designed for the customer service industry, he decides as he sighs and edges a little further into the back room where they keep the packaged cheese. His shift is almost up, and if he can just wait it out a few more minutes without getting put on a delivery, he can probably go home before –
“Isak! Delivery for you!” Isak groans as Eskild’s sunny voice rings through the store cupboard, swiftly followed by his face appearing in the doorway. He tuts, “Honestly, you have to stop hiding in here.”
No. Isak likes hiding in the store cupboard.
“Can’t you send someone else? I only have fifteen minutes left, Eskild!”
“Sorry baby, no can do. They asked for you specifically.”
Isak blinks, thinking what the hell, until Eskild is suddenly waving the order ticket in front of his face, and – oh. Right there, in the little box on the online order form that says ‘Delivery instructions?’ someone has typed out, send the cute delivery boy.
Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.
“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.
“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.
“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”
“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.
“You sure?” he inquired.
“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.
“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”
“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”
“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.
“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”
“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”
“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.
A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.
“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”
“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.
“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”
“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.
Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.
“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”
“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”
“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”
“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”
“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.
“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”
“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”
“What?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.
Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.
“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”
“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”
“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”
“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”
“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.
“What?” you widened your eyes.
“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”
“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”
“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”
“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”
“Surprise,” he laughed.
“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.
“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”
It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.
“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”
“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.
“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.
“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”
“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”
“When are you leaving?” you asked.
“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”
“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”
“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.
“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”
“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”
“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he gave a small smile. “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”
“What?” you raised an eyebrow.
“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”
“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.
“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”
“Definitely,” you whispered.
Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.
“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.
“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.
Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.
“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.
He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”
“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”
“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: I am really slow on updates because I’m busy with work and I’m trying to do 3 school projects at a time. Please let me know if you ant to be tagged or added to my permanent tag list
Two months passed and you still didn’t have a good headline. At work, you were still called the Rookie. Not to mention your pay was not all that great. The savings you had were running low. The owner of the house you lived in raised the price on the rent, which meant that your entire check from The Report went towards the rent. If you didn’t find a good scoop, you’d be doomed for sure.
However, every time a killer story surfaced, the opportunity would be snatched away by a newly hired girl. Her name was Madison Titan. She’s only been at The Report for a month but has managed to climb the ladder of success. She always scored front page headlines. She hated you. It wasn’t hard for you to realize that, but you didn’t let it bring you down. You didn’t have time for silly middle school actions.
You sighed as you looked at the stack of bills that needed to be paid. Asking you parents for money was not an option. Your father told you this would happen and it did. He’d just use this opportunity to give you the “I Told You So” conversation. No way did you want him to have that victory.
You looked out the window. A handful of sports cars were parked in Bucky’s circular driveway. You became very good friends with Bucky. Every Saturday he would take your out for lunch. It became a routine. You still knew little about him but didn’t push him to open up. You bit down on your bottom lip and turned away from the window. Shortly after, you received a message from Bucky.
Bucky: come over, I have some friends I want you to meet.
You: right now?
Bucky: yes! You’re not busy right?
You: of course not, I’ll be right over
You ran into your room and pulled the closet open. After pulling on a soft oversized sweater, you quickly sprayed some perfume on you before grabbing your keys. The sun sat high in the sky, beating down on you. You pulled the sweater into your exposed shoulder, but it was no use. The cloth would simply fall back. You walked through Bucky’s garden. Everything looked beautiful with its exotic flowers and pungent smells of roses that engulfed your senses. It looked beautiful, almost ethereal. You sighed and knocked on the door. A butler opened the door.
“Miss Y/L/N, Mister Barnes is expecting you,” He said.
You smiled and stepped inside. This was the third time you were in Bucky’s house. Clearly, you never went this the extravagant parties he threw every Friday night.
The Butler led you to the pool area where there were a few people mingling around. Bucky saw you and made his way towards you. His head bent down a bit as if he was going in for a kiss, but at the last minute pulled you into a hug. You patted his back and smiled. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Y/N these are friends of mine,” He said.
A tall man with blond hair steps forward. He was ad muscular as Bucky and flashed you a kind smile, “Steve Rogers.”
You smiled and shook his hand. A beautiful woman with red hair shook hands with you. She introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff. Then you met Sam Wilson, who had a mischievous smile and lingered close to you for a few seconds before leaving your side to talk to Steve. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff introduced themselves at the same time and you almost didn’t catch their names. Finally, you finished off with Clint Barton and Thor, who didn’t give you his surname.
You sat on one of the bar stools at the outdoor bar. You watched as Bucky spoke with his friends openly. Wanda sat next to you, she ordered her drink before turning to you.
“How long have you and Barnes been together?” She asked, her thick accent hung on her voice.
You choked on your drink and began to cough. You shook your head, “We’re not dating. Just good friends.”
She hummed, “The way he looks at you says something else.”
“How does he-?”
“Never mind that,” She said abruptly. “You must be special. James doesn’t always introduce us to his neighbors, much less his girls.”
You sipped your drink, growing uncomfortable about the situation. It seemed like she was talking to herself aloud instead of you. You shrugged, “we’ve known each other for a few months now.”
“He’s not the most open person in the world. Just be patient,” She smiled.
Bucky told you to stay until everyone left. It was two hours of just talking and drinking and lounging around. It wasn’t bad, you were able yo take your mind off the stack of bills that would surely give you a headache once you stepped back into your home. You stood at Bucky’s side as he watched the final car leave the driveway.
He turned to you and smiled, “did you have fun?”
You nodded, “I did!”
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He opened the door and you stepped inside once again. “It had dawned on me that I hadn’t shown you my home.”
“Your house is very beautiful,” You remarked as you followed him deeper into parts of his house that you hadn’t been in.
“It is,” Bucky agreed. “It was built in the late 1800s. The chandeliers had all collected an inch of dust when I first bought this place. Obviously, no one had lived in it for a while.”
You passed various closed doors that you didn’t bother asking what was behind them. Instead, you continued to follow him until the vibrant hallway opened into a large room with a long table in it. The table could possible seat 20 guests and it almost made you sad at the thought of Bucky sitting on one of those chairs eating dinner by himself.
“The dining room,” He said. “Had this table imported from a castle in Europe. Never eat here.”
You weren’t surprised by what he said. He was already moving forward, you quickly followed close behind. Bucky opened a door that revealed the kitchen. It was probably the size of your house. It had a pizza oven, another oven, a grand silver stove, a refrigerator, beautiful marble island and other things you did not recognize. Two chefs were working around the kitchen. Cutting vegetables and fruit while another stirred something in a pot. It smelled exquisite. You watched as the chef cutting the fruit threw the diced strawberries into a large machine that ate the berries and produced a red juice.
“These are the chefs that run the kitchen. Renaldo, Anthony, this is Y/N.” Bucky introduced.
The two men smiled and bowed their heads. Renaldo came forward, “would the Miss like some bread?”
“Yes! Of course!” Bucky boomed happily.
Renaldo grabbed a knife and opened a silver drawer in an oven. Be pulled out a loaf of bread and began cutting it into slices. He handed you one. It was warm, crunchy and soft at the same time.
“This is amazing,” you remarked. “Best bread I’ve ever had!”
“It’s Renaldo’s family recipe,” Bucky said. “Even I don’t know what’s in it.”
You smiled and took another bite from the bread. Bucky led you to a walk-in freezer, where all the ice cream, frozen meats and other foods were stored. He grabbed a wine glass that was filled with chocolate. The door closed behind him, keeping the cold contained. Anthony handed him a spoon and Bucky gave you the glass of chocolate. You dipped the spoon in the glass and ate the chocolate mousse.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
You nodded, “it’s delicious.”
Bucky opened another door and revealed the small room to be filled with different wine bottles. The shelves had white wine as well as red wine. Your lips parted in awe at his wide collection of wine bottles.
The rest of the tour was a blur. Bucky showed you the indoor pool and jacuzzi, gym, game room, lounge area, the courtyard where all the parties usually were held and various other rooms that only seemed to be found a palace.
“Bucky your place is amazing!” You twirled around and closed your eyes as you spun.
You stopped and faced Bucky. He was smiling at your state. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for something.
“Y/N,” He paused. “Do you-would you like to-?”
He was interrupted when the sound of his phone went off. A look of anger flashed through his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Bucky looked up apologetically.
“I’m so sorry, I have to take this, it’s an important call,” he said.
You nodded, “It’s okay Buck.”
He turned his back to you and walked into another room. You managed to catch the beginning of the conversation.
“This better be good Harrison, I was in the middle of something,” Bucky growled.
You were a bit taken aback at his attitude. Not wanting to eavesdrop, you walked away from the door. Your own phone vibrated. It was a message for Emma, saying that Cole wanted to see you. You bit your lip, debating whether to stay and find out what Bucky was going to ask you or go to your boss. You slowly walked towards the room and poked your head in. Bucky was listening intently to the voice at the other end of the line.
“I have to go to work,” You whispered. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
He moved his phone away from his mouth and nodded. He quickly mouthed an apology. You smiled and turned, making your way to the exit. Leaving a very frustrated Bucky behind.
“Ah, Y/N so good you could make it,” Mr. Cole said when you entered his office. “Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
“What do you wish to discuss?” You asked though you had a feeling of what he wanted to talk about. Mr. Cole leaned back in his seat and set his cigar in the ashtray. You tried you best to muffle a cough. The smell was pungent.
“I’ve heard that you are neighbors with Barnes, is that correct?” He asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment but nodded, “Yes, I am.”
Cole nodded in approval, “I am willing to make a deal with you.” He paused. “I can raise your pay.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a check. Cole set it in front of you. The check read five thousand dollars and it was addressed to you. “You can walk out of here with this check as long as you agree to my proposal.”
“And what’s that?” You asked, knowing the demon that was around the corner.
“You find out where Barnes gets his money and give me various stories about the skeletons in his closet.” He said.
You scoffed, “Mr. Cole, Mister Barnes is a mystery to me. I barely know the man.”
“Emma tells me she’s seen you going out to lunch with him various times,” Cole said.
Anger fueled inside of you at his comment. How dare he! And how could Emma ever do that to you? You shook your head. “I refuse to do what you request. I can’t ruin a friendship over a headline.”
Cole shrugged and grabbed a pen before writing ‘VOID’ across the check. He threw the pen down, “Pack your things Y/N.”
You nodded, “Gladly.”
You walked out of the office, with nothing but your pride. Your head was tall as you walked to your desk. There was nothing that you wanted to take with you. Nothing to 'pack up.’
“Y/N!” Emma called to you.
You looked at her with tear-filled eyes. Your bottom lip quivered as you grabbed a small postcard on your desk and left to the elevator. You couldn’t help but scorn them. You hated that they were about to use Bucky for a headline. That they were going to invade someone’s life to get a story. You shook your head and wiped your eyes. These people were gullible. Hiding behind their laptops and hunting in a herd for weak prey.
Although he was still a closed book to you, Bucky could possibly be the most truthful person you’ve met.
You thought your day couldn’t get worse. You were wrong. With a slam of the car door, you ripped up the postage card and threw it on the ground, knowing that you’d come back and pick it up later. You walked up the steps of your home and your heart shattered by a single piece of paper.
It was an eviction notice.
You took the paper down and went into your home. You pressed your back against the door and sat down. With your knees pulled up to your chest, you cried. You cried because you had finally done it. You failed. You cried because you lost your job. You cried because you felt used, you felt dirty and stained.
You cried because you knew you had to leave New York, which means leaving Bucky as well.
It was dark outside but it felt darker in my mind. I sat outside looking up into the sky, I became jealous of the twinkling light from the stars amongst the black background. I wished that’s what it was like, I wished that’s what it felt like in my mind, that even through all the darkness there were specs of light.
I pressed the home button on my phone checking the time, 2am. I let out a heavy sigh and made my way back inside the apartment and back into bed.
Bringing the blankets up to my chin and my knees curled to my chest, I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep knowing I have to be up in four hours to start the day.
I groan as my alarm blares from the bedside, I grab my phone and snooze it. I roll on my back, rub my burning eyes and lay there until your alarm sounds five minutes later. I bring my feet to the cold tile and proceed to the bathroom in order to start getting ready for the day. I throw my hair in a bun and apply a little amount of makeup before heading out the door in black jeans and a black t-shirt.
I pulled up to the coffee shop I worked at and headed inside, I get behind the counter and throw on an apron.
The store doesn’t open for another thirty minutes but I let a few special customers in early to beat the crowd, paparazzi and fans.
The knock on the front door is my cue and I go unlock the front door and let the two men in, wearing sweatshirts and sunglasses like always.
“Good morning Shannon, Jared.” I lock the door once they are in.
“Morning.” Shannon’s tired voice is deep and he yawns right after he speaks.
“Good morning.” Jared is a little more awake as he pulls the sweatshirt off and tucks his sunglasses in his pocket.
I get back behind the counter and start their usual order, the old manager used to do this for them and she let me in on the secret once she moved and left me in charge.
Jared comes and leans on the ‘pick up’ counter while Shannon takes a seat at one of the tables close by.
“You didn’t sleep again, huh?” Jared keeps his voice low.
I roll your eyes at him, “You look nice today too, Jared.“
He pats his hand against the counter softly to get my attention, “You know I didn’t mean it like that, you always look nice but I can see it in your eyes.“
“Here you go Shannon.” I place the drink next to Jared’s arm ignoring his comments but I can feel his eyes on my every move.
Jared picks up the coffee and takes it to Shannon who gives me a nod with a smile.
Jared makes his way back to the counter and leans forward on it again.
“Why didn’t you call? I told you it doesn’t matter what time of the morning or night.” He lets out a sigh as I give him the look to drop it.
“Here.” I set his cup down a little harder than usual.
“Look, I didn’t mean…” I cut him off.
I move so I can lean against the counter as well lean close enough so he can hear me whisper, “I know, but you have to stop this. I can’t run to you when things are bad, you won’t be here forever.“
I come back around the counter and Shannon gets up and follows me to the front door, he pulls me into a quick hug and says thanks for the coffee, he starts walking up the street.
Jared stops at the door and pushes it closed, I can feel his stare as he is waiting for me to look up at him. I break my stubbornness and meet his icy eyes.
“Everything will be fine, whatever is going on up there.” He uses his pointer finger to gently tap my temple, “Will be just fine."
He goes and catches up with Shannon and I leave the door unlocked for the day.
I had just met with my manager and she had told me she was promoting me because she was moving, I was excited about the position and the new income but she mentioned a few special customers that come in a few times a week before hours and she wanted to introduce us before she left.
"OK, so they are big time and they love the our coffee big time. It’s usually two of them, they are brothers but occasionally the older one comes in alone and vice versa.” Kerri, my manager, tells me to sit at the table with her using her hands to motion the open seat.
“Oh, ok. So what, what do I do?” I can feel the anxiety start to spike inside me.
“Just treat them like regulars, they are regular people and we have created a really good relationship and I don’t want to lose that. You know 30 Seconds To Mars, yeah?” A grin appears on her face probably in response to my own facial expression.
“You’re kidding?” My mouth is hung open and I can’t configure another sentence.
“No, I’m not sweetie. For the next month I’ll have you come here early and I’ll let you make their drinks and meet them. They come, they get coffee and sometimes talk and then they go before we open to avoid the crowds.” She hands me a set of keys for the coffee shop, “It’s yours now. You’ll do great, ok? Everything will be just fine."
We both stand and she pulls me in for a hug. I’ve been working for Kerri for almost two years and we have grown to become close friends. This move wasn’t just hard on the business, it was hand on me personally.
The next week the Leto brothers come in everyday, the first day I was a nervous mess and thankfully they were extremely kind about it. They stayed longer than usual to talk and get to know me a little bit and to make me feel at ease. They both were pretty quiet about themselves which is understandable. The next few days go by and it definitely got easier to be around them but not necessarily easier to look at them. Jared with the long ombré hair and bright blue eyes, even first thing in the morning they were brighter than the sky. Shannon with his darker demeanor and hazel eyes that are much more piercing in person than in pictures.
The month passes and things are going just fine between me and my new customers. They come in pretty constantly but they both gave me their number just in case they decide not to come in so I could sleep in if I wanted, little do they know sleep is an enemy of mine. My personal spiral started after the first month, once Kerri left, I noticed it but I pushed it aside because really there wasn’t much I could do. I slept a lot less or didn’t sleep at all, went to work came home and sat in my bed till the sun was visible again. I added more and more makeup to hide the bags under my eyes, I hated taking sleeping pills but I needed it. Three times a week I would take one as soon as I got home and the other four nights were restless. This night was far worse, nothing would calm the voices and a pill didn’t even dull me. I got up and threw on a sweatshirt, my body ached with every movement.
I barely remember driving to the coffee shop, I don’t even remember unlocking the door or going inside.
When my mind finally let me remember it was me tucked behind the counter.
I sat there with my knees to my chest, my forehead pressed against them and my fingers linked together on the back side of my head. I was sniffling, my eyes were shut tight and I could feel the ache in my chest start to become unbearable. I take a deep breath in and it’s shaky, I hear the front door open and I freeze hoping whoever it is will leave.
“Hello?” Jared’s voice rang out.
I curl my arms around myself hoping he won’t see me, I hear his steps getting closer and he leans over the counter. I hear him gasp and he quickly jumps over the counter, he crouches down next to me and his arm drapes over my shoulder pulling me close to him.
“What happened? Are you ok?” He pulls me into him tighter.
He smells good, like a warm day and he feels warm against my cold skin. As his arms wrap around me a sharp inhale leaves me, I press my face into his chest as I sink down into him. His hands are griping my arms and he hums a soft melody above my head. He doesn’t ask another question and he doesn’t let go. He just stays there with me behind the counter until I shift in his grip minutes later. He releases my arms and I sit back with my head against the counter, I can feel his eyes on me but I keep mine closed. I wipe under my eyes with my hands and leave them covering my face until my breathing calms.
“I’m fine.” I finally whisper.
He shifts closer to me and pulls my hands away from my face, “Do you expect me to believe that?” His eyes meet mine.
I feel like the tears are going to roll down my cheeks again as he stares at me, I pull my arm away from him gently and he lets go.
“Look, or, or don’t look at me but listen. I’m here, right here. I haven’t known you long but it feels like I have, and I can’t just leave you like this. Let me get someone to cover your shift and I’ll take you out for the day, clear your head. Is that ok?” His hand moves to rest it on mine but he stops himself and puts it back on the floor.
I nod, that’s all I can do and let out a deep breath. He stands up next to me and he reaches his hand down to help me up, I take it and he pulls me to my feet.
“Who should I call?” He looks around for any kind of employees names or information.
“I-I can text someone.” My voice is barley above a whisper.
He nods and walks around the counter and waits for me, I follow behind him and we both leave through the front door and I lock it behind us. We begin a silent walk to his place, he puts his hood up and sunglasses on and gives me a faint smile. I return with a half smile myself, he seems so inviting all the time and his smile draws me in more. We don’t say a word during the walk but it doesn’t feel awkward, it feels nice. We get to his place and I try not to be blown away by the size as he holds the front door open for me.
“I’m going to get a few things, I’ll be down in a minute. You can have a seat wherever or help yourself to anything, Shannon isn’t here so don’t be scared.” He lets out a bit of a laugh as he runs up the stairs.
I walk through the house a little bit but I still get the nervous feeling so I just sit on the couch until Jared comes back down the stairs.
“Ready?” He pops up around the corner.
I nod, “Your house is gorgeous.”
“So are the things in it.” He smiles and opens the front door for us to walk out.
“I’d love a tour someday.” I walk past him and wait to follow his next move.
“So would I.” He says in a low whisper.
He nods his head for me to follow him, we walk around the front of his house and he presses a button to unlock the black vehicle parked in the driveway. He open the car door for me and then closes it once I’m seated, he walks to the driver side and gets in.
“So, talk to me. Tell me things about you. Where did you grow up? What are your dreams? Favorite desserts?” He laughs and smiles at me and I join him with a soft laugh.
The car ride is full of questions that we pass back and forth to each other, nothing too personal but it was nice getting to know some of the small details of him. He was even more interesting than he looks. We pull up to a beach and it’s completely empty, he gets out of the car quickly and opens my door for me before getting into the trunk of his car and pulling out a bright red blanket.
“You like the beach?” He stops in front of me waiting for my response.
I nod, again, and he grabs my hand and starts running towards the water, I stumble with the first few steps and laugh, Jared looks back at me with a grin on his face, before we hit the water he drops the blanket. He continues to run and the waves hit us, I let out a small scream from the water being colder than expected. Jared never lets go of my hand as we run into the waves till the ocean water hits my waist. We stop an stand there, my black shirt and pants soaked and my hair falling out of the bun I had this morning. Jared’s t-shirt clinging to him and his jeans falling lower from being so heavy. A smile spreading across my face as the waves hit us lightly and the sun hits my skin. I look over at Jared and his eyes were already on me, he gives me a nod to head back and with our hands still locked we turn around and fight the water to get back to the beach. I slip and fall and we laugh as he hold me up, his hand wraps around my waist and I try to ignore the sensation it sent through my body.
Once we reach the beach I take my shoes and socks off and he does the same, he throws open the red blanket and we sit in the center of it, he grabs one side of it and I grab the other to wrap it over our shoulders.
“Wanna talk about anything in particular?” He doesn’t look my way, we both stay watching the waves.
I take a deep breath, “Thank you.”
He chuckles, “You’re welcome.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and I rest my head against him.
A few moments go by and I can’t keep my mouth sealed, “It doesn’t happen all the time, it just builds up and well, eventually I break and then start over again. Sometimes it can take months, other times it takes days. I’m a messy person.” I can feel the lump in my throat grow as I realize how much I just let out.
"You’re allowed to be messy. People find beauty in the mess and that’s everything you are. Beautiful.” He turns his head to look at me.
I try to keep my focus on the ocean in front of us but I can’t, I look at him and as soon as our eyes meet his lips are on mine. I don’t push in and I don’t pull away, instead I close my eyes. It’s a moment of bliss, my heart beating fast and my body feels like it’s somewhere else.
He pulls away and I open my eyes to meet his again.
”I’m sorry.” He stutters out but doesn’t look away.
“It’s, uh, it’s fine. Really.” I try to find the right words.
He lets out a sigh and turns back to the waves. I’m thankful he left his shoulder around me because it was starting to get cold, he pulled the blankets closer around us once he noticed.
We stayed there in silence for a few moments until he finally broke it.
“Are you hungry?” He whispers.
“A little bit.” I whisper back.
He stands up and reaches down for my hand, I grab onto it and he pulls me up. He picks up the blanket and holds it under his arm as we walk back to his car, he tosses it in the trunk and opens the door for me again, I get in and he follows to the driver side. The car ride starts out quiet, nothing awkward, just peaceful.
“I think everyone has their own mess. I’m a mess too, I hide it as well. I’m not trying to say that my problems are yours but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” He pulls up to his house just as he finishes his sentence.
“I. thank you Jared.” I whisper back.
And that was the start of it all. That was the start of me falling in love with someone so completely out of my league but also someone I still had to see almost every single day, someone who I would constantly have to push away.
He always seems flirty, more caring but he’s like that with just about everyone, so again, I push him away.
I finish the day at the coffee shop and get in my car to head home, I have four missed calls from Jared once I check my phone and my heart sinks and I roll my eyes. I never know how to feel about him.
I quickly call him back.
"Jared? Everything ok?” I ask as soon as I hear him answer.
“I’m great actually! I wanted to ask you if you were busy Saturday night? Not like a date or anything, we have a small concert just doing a few songs and then I was thinking we’d all go get some dinner. If you’re free.” He clears his throats as he realizes how fast he was talking.
"Actually that sounds perfect! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys play and I could use a night out. Don’t get weird though.” I laugh.
“I’ll have a car pick you up!” He ends the call with a click so I can’t argue with him.
Saturday comes around and I dress is torn up black jeans and a blue faded t-shirt with black boots, I wear my hair down for the first time in a while and apply a thin winged liner and a nude lipstick.
I hear a knock on the door and I peep through window, it’s the driver. I open the door and he’s professional and walks me down to the limo out front. I laugh to myself and get in the back of the limo as the driver holds the door open for me. Once I’m seated I pull my phone out and text Jared.
“I said don’t be weird. And here I am sitting in a limo.” I put my phone in my pocket as I’m sure he is in rehearsal.
The limo comes to a stop and it’s the back of a building, a studio. I begin thinking just how small this gif is. The driver comes around and opens the door for me, he tells me to walk through the door he’s parked in front of and then take the second left. I thank him and walk inside and make the second left.
I walk in the small studio and there are about thirty chairs set out in front of the small recording area that has its set spots for Jared, Shannon and Tomo.
There are a few open seats and I take one of the ones left in the front. I smile at a few people around and then the lights get a little brighter, the three guys come and take their place and the crowd of thirty sounds like hundreds.
Jared makes a few announcements about the recording and the songs they are going to do, he asks people to stay quiet until the very end because they are doing a live recording, he makes some jokes and then they start to play.
About five songs in Jared stops and pulls his phone out, people laugh and he smiles and looks up at me, I know he just read my text.
“I always knew there was something about you. I just need you to listen to these words of this last song and then tell me what you feel.” He slides his phone in his pocket and stared at me.
I can feel his eye on me and I also feel my cheeks go red from his text, I nod towards him so he knows I got it and the show continues.
The music starts and I instantly know it’s one of their cover songs. My heart sinks once the first few words leave his mouth, my entire being feels like I’m having an out of body experience and I can feel my throats going dry from trying to hold back the tears.
“Stay” by Rihanna, that’s the song that he wants me to pay attention to and I do. I listen to every word that comes out of his mouth and with each moment it becomes harder and harder to hold myself together.
The words flow out of his mouth, his voice is soothing yet the words are breaking down all my walls. His eyes are closed as he sings and when it finally ends his eyes open up to me.
I can’t help it, I get up and walk toward him the guards try to push me back but Jared tells them to let me through. I run up to him, tears falling down my cheek, and kiss him.
My arms fall around his shoulders and his hands pull my waist into him. He kisses back harder, our lips pulling apart and meeting back together again. A smile comes over him during the kiss and he pulls away slightly.
“There is definitely something about you and I need you. I think about you everyday and I hope you’re ok every second I’m not with you. I don’t want to fix you, I just want to be there to hold the pieces of you till you’re ready to be put back together.” He whispers against my lips.
I kiss him again, “I’ve always felt this way about you. I just never knew, I didn’t know how..” I whisper back but he cuts me off.
“Lets get out of here baby.” He pecks me once more.
The small crowd is clapping and cheering, Jared walks by them and signs things for the fans but his one hand never leaves my waist.
We walk out of the small studio, his hand still on my waist.
My thoughts seem like a mess but beautiful things are found in messes.
Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.
After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something.
The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.
“What? Haven’t heard of chill?” She yelled over the loud
music directly into his ear. “No need to act like a high-strung Chihuahua on
“No one else complained.” Harry
defended himself with a smirk and a kinked brow.
“I don’t know why they wouldn’t.
I’ll place the first one now.” She patted him on the shoulder, then his face
fell and she couldn’t keep it up - Lenny never didn’t have a hard time keeping up a joke. “I’m just kidding,
Harry. It was actually -”