he goes way back in the last one

below thunder showers

sci-fi au
inspired by billie marten’s heavy weather.

pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader 
genre: angst with bits of fluff
word count: 29.885
warnings: none

Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.

Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.


You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.

Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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That Which You Cannot Undo  by: uraneia

Because the man standing on Stiles’s front porch is easily the most attractive person Stiles has ever laid eyes on. Cheekbones like cut glass. Stubble so even you could sand a canoe. Dark hair, straight nose, eyes like a watercolor painting. He looks kinda pissed. Stiles thinks, Damn, I wish I’d put on real pants.

Then he gets a hit of the guy’s aura and makes time for even more regrets.

Before he even knows it’s a tell he’s stepping back, already calling on his spark, letting power gather at his fingertips, though Goddess knows he can’t pull enough to put down a werewolf. Not one this powerful. The taste of all that strength is fresh, simmering just beneath the surface.

Stiles can see the second the guy figures out he’s a witch. His nostrils twitch and his eyes flash red.

But he doesn’t look angry anymore. In fact, he just seems… surprised. “Uh,” he says as his eyes fade back to green-brown. “Hi.”

Stiles lets the magic dissipate. It takes the last of his headache with it, and he curses himself for not thinking of that earlier. A little adrenaline rush goes a long way. “Hi,” he parrots. “Um. So you’re a werewolf.”

The man nods. “And you’re a mage.”

With a snort, Stiles corrects the word. “A witch. I’m far too young to be a mage.”

That earns him a curious look, but the guy doesn’t ask for elaboration. “My name is Derek Hale. I’m looking for Dr. Martin.”

Of course. A ridiculously hot werewolf shows up on Stiles’s doorstep. Who else would he be there for? “Well, you’d better come in, then,” he says. He’s wary, but he doesn’t actually sense any malicious intent. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It’s a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Dead Men Look Better

Running Star Wars d20, and I’m having my players escape from a pirate lord, during which time I throw a recurring deadly Droid at them several times. (A reflavored phase 1 dark trooper). When going to deactivate the Hyper drive, they “befriend” an engineer. All other players were downed except for one, so he and the engineer make their way to the hangar. Player goes to grab launch codes, and on his way back to the ship, finds the engineer being impaled by the Droid.

Player: “How’s he looking?” (In reference to the engineer)
Me: “He’s looking better than when you last saw him.” (Thinking he was referring to the droid).
Player: “Wait. The engineer is looking BETTER having been impaled?”
Laughter ensued.

My Fake Boyfriend Part 3

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1664

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 

credits to the gif owner

When you knock on the door all your family, literally all your family is there waiting for you. The first person you see is your oldest brother, he looks older since the last time you saw him and tired as well. 

Then you saw your parents, your father pulls you to a quick hug while your mother keeps you in her arms until she is sure that you are eating enough, drinking enough water and definitely okay in your city.

Your grandmother is the last one, she smiles bright at you and you swear that she doesn’t age. She is wearing a bright red dress and hands you a glass of wine “He is a much better choice than the last one, you did good, honey.” She raises her glass in a sign of approval, you hug her, you missed your family like crazy, but your grandmother was always the one that made that house feels like home, she was always the one who stayed by your side in fights.

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based on this frickin hilarious video go watch it now (also on a03)

Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes, telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his mobile. Today is a new one.

“Hello, this is Derek.”

“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.

“Hi Stiles.”

“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”

“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks, confused and also a little amused.

“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They probably won’t call but I–”

“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably won’t even get a call.

“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”

“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down. He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a laugh if nothing else.

“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance, software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much, I just had you down as a personal reference?”

Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive reference.

“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.

“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”

“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”

“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”

“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s Hale. Derek Hale.”

“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so much, Derek. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good luck for the interview.”

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Bat-Aunt: Part 3

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for.

AN: I struggled a bit with this chapter but I love how it turned out!!!

Words: 2320

Part 1, Part 2


You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”

    You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.

    You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”

    “Could be an emergency.”

    You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”

    The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”

    “Secure channel, 6978.”

    It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”

    There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.

    The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”

    “Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”

    You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”

    “Station.”

    You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”

    “What?”

    “I’m coming up there.”

    “I don’t think Batman would like that.”

    You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”

    The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”

    “Good thing you and I know the truth.”

    “See you soon, aunt Y/N.”

    You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.

    Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”

    You nod, “Are you coming?”

    Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.

    It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.

    Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.

    You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.

    You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.

    You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.

    If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.

    Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.

You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”

You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.

Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.

You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.

You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”

The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”

You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”

    When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”

    “And you know that how?”

    That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”

    And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.

    He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”

“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”

You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”

“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”  

You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.

Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.

He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”

You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”

“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”

You pull back, “Exhausted.”

“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.

You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”

Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”

Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”

You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”

You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”

“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”

Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”

Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”

You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”

She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”

You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”

He shoots you a smile before leaving.

You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.

You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”

You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”

He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.

“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”

You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”

“A scary situation.”

“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”

By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”

“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you

up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”

    You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.

    We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”

    Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”

    You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”

    Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.

AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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I suddenly had the really silly headcanon of Bakugou at a press conference.

Like – in the future, with the kids being older and real heroes, there will certainly be a time where they have to give interviews to lots of reporters, right? And Bakugou… well, you could say he takes after Aizawa in that fashion – he doesn’t like interviews, media and reporters at all, and that’s saying it very nicely.

So when there is the first really large press conference, and Bakugou is asked to answer a few questions, his classmates downward panic. They vividly remember what happened when Bakugou held that speech at the sports festival and offended basically everyone.

Some quick thinking later, Kirishima and Kaminari have the brilliant idea to hold up signs with text on it for Bakugou. Some nice phrases to say to the masses, or some warnings that he has to behave at least a bit. And once Bakugou is on stage, they hold those signs up for him, waving them slightly to catch his attention.

Bakugou shoots them one look, flips them off and then proceeds to answer all questions flawlessly and politely.

There is tension in his shoulders and his jaws, the way his eyebrows twitch and furrow slightly when he is annoyed, but only those who know him well enough can see it – to the world, Bakugou is the epitome of politeness.

His classmates are stunned. They are speechless. They are absolutely delighted!

Until right at the end, right before Bakugou can leave the stage, the reporters ask one last question that sets him off. It’s something that hits all his buttons – perhaps a reminder that he was kidnapped twice, or perhaps they compare him to Deku in a way… whatever it is, one can see him snap.

And deliberately, Bakugou stalks back to the microphone, leans very close to speak into it and starts with a false smirk and a very growled, “Now listen up, you shitheads…!”

“Aaaand there he goes,” Kaminari sighs, hiding his face in his hands.

“But he did really well up until now,” Kirishima offers, smiling a tad helpless and yet amused as his friends rips into the poor reporters.

The others snort, laugh or groan – but not one of them tries to leave the room or pretend that Bakugou doesn’t belong to them.

“I’m still saying he made progress.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess he did.”

anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*


Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.

But—

But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.


(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

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So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)


They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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Disconnected

Prompt: The reader doesn’t really like Spencer but she’s best friends with Derek so she’s with him. Until Derek has a cruel plan.

Relationship: Spencer x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds 

Warning: Smut

As me, Derek and Spencer sat on the couch watching the newest baseball game with popcorn and beer.

“Did you know, 300,000 to 1 is the chances that a fan can be hit by a baseball and-“ Spencer goes to speak before I cut him off.

“Shut it Reid.” I snap, he’s interrupting the game.

“Why have I never heard you call him Spencer?” Derek asks confused.

“Because I call people I’m friends with by their names, acquaintances get their last name.” I say looking at the screen again. Derek whispers something to Spencer and he hands him his phone. Within a second Derek bursts up and runs out the door locking it. I shoot up and run towards the door. I see him at his window and I bang on the window as Spencer tries the door.

“Let us out Derek!!” I yell so he can hear me. That’s when a burner phone rings from a drawer. I pick it up and it’s Derek calling from my phone.

“You son of a bitch Derek let us out.” I say annoyed.

“You two are going to sit in this house until I get back and you’re gonna talk and become friends,” He obviously knows what I’m thinking because he replies again,“And the phone doesn’t have any credit so good luck ringing JJ or Garcia to help you.” He says smirking hanging up. He holds up both our phones by now Spencer’s stood behind me. Kinda close…. I put my middle finger up at Dereks and he smiles and walks away.

“So… whatcha wanna do?” Spencer asks sitting down.

“Let’s just finish the episode.” I say sitting on the opposite side of the couch. We go back to where we were and watch it all again, even our sex scene making Spencer go slightly red. I noticed by the end Spencer was closer than before but I shrug it off.

“I’m going to cook.” I say getting up and walking to the kitchen. Spencer just nods. I put music on and blast it while cooking some cookies.
*If you’ve seen the Bughead almost sex scene you know the song*

“So you’re baking cookies? Since when did you bake?” He says sitting on the chairs in front of me.

“Since forever, you don’t actually know that much about me.” I say laughing putting a tray in the oven.

“Can I?” He says eating some cookie dough out the bowl.

“Fire away.” I say still putting the cookies into the oven.

“Favourite Colour?”
“Blue.“ 
"Sport?" 
"Baseball and basketball”
“Baseball team?" 
"NYM”
“Favourite book series?" 
"Percy Jackson.”
“TV Show?" 
"Supernatural.”

This went on for about 10 minutes of rapid fire questioning.

“So why don’t you like me?” He asks as I’ve finished with all the cookies.

“You’re too sarky and you’ve never made an actual effort.” I say and I turn around and he’s stood infront of me.

“What type of effort do you want me to make?” He says standing even closer. I can feel his breath on my face and I’m not mad about it.

“It depends.” I say gulping with my back to the counter.

**** GET READY BOIS****

Spencer grabs me and put my on the counter keeping his hands on my back and he pulls me in to kiss me and I’m not gonna refuse he may be a dick but he’s hot as fuck okay. I slide closer towards him continuing to kiss him. It took like 0.2 seconds to feel what it was doing to him so I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him even closer and a moan escaped his lips.

“Is this okay?” He says against my lips seeming nervous.

“Just kiss me Spencer.” I say and his eyes go wide at me calling him Spencer. He puts one hand on my neck and the other one near my ass as we continue to make out. I run my hand down his shirt and stop at the waistband of his pants putting my finger running exactly underneath the belt line and he shudders. Within an instant he pulls my shirt over my head and I follow and do the same to him. Against the kiss he moans as I put my finger back just under his trousers.

“Jump.” He mumbles against my lips. I just agree and he carries me over to a wall pushing my back against it hard and now the only thing keeping us apart is the clothes inbetween. He carries me up the stairs as we’re still making out. Once he manages to get the spare room door open he throws me onto the bed and he’s stood at the end shirtless.

This isn’t a sight I’d ever thought I’d see outside of work but I’m not gonna deny I’m into it right now. 
He unbuckles his belt and throws it across the room and he looks for confirmation before taking off his trousers so he’s left stood their in his boxers. He then climbs onto the bed and hovers over me before smashing his lips against mine once again. We begin to grind as his moaning gets heavier and deeper which is turning me on more and more. With his penis pushing against my leggings whenever we kiss I moan he and that clearly sends him into over drive because he rips my trousers off so we’re both in our underwear.

As he hovers over me he uses one hand to massage my boob over my bra. As the kiss gets heavier and we both get hornier I just mumble for him to take it off and he unclasps it and throws it leaving me in my pants. I use one finger and run my hand down his chest making him shudder once I reach his boxer line I put my hand inside and grab his penis doing the same motions that he’s doing to my boob making him groan my name which just made me instantly 10 times more wet.

He moves his hands to my pants and pulls away from the kiss. I nod and he takes my pants off too. I think we both get a bit heated because he instantly stands up runs to Dereks room and comes back with a condom. I try to calm my breathing but it’s no use in all honesty. As he stands at the end of the bed he takes his boxers off he tries to open the condom packet.

With a clever idea I slide to the end of the bed and put his dick in my mouth deepthroating it making him moan my name even louder which in turn gets me more wet. As I pull away he’s looking at me wide eyed. He puts the condom on and picks me up by my thighs and begins to lick my vagina in circles making me now moan his name and put my hands through his hair. He starts rubbing his tounge up and down all of my vagina and I can already feel an orgasm building up. He stops and quickly climbs up the bed to me level putting the tip of his penis on the whole of my vagina.

“Are you sure?” He asks. I put my mouth to his ear.

“Fuck me Spencer.” As he pushes him self inside of me I moan against his ear and it makes him shudder with excitement. Our bodies are tightly close together getting even more sweaty than before. I move my hips up every time he pushes himself into me and I can feel the orgasm rapidly build up.

“Spencer… I’m close.” I whisper with my hands in his hair. He puts his hands on my back and picks me up and slams me against the wall. Doing me hard and slow as he kisses my neck probably leaving a few marks.

“Not just yet baby.” He whispers in my ear continuing to fuck me very hard and slow. I shudder at the way he calls me baby and it makes him smirk. He throws me back on the bed going into the same position as before. This is when the orgasm build gets really intense.

“Okay im definitely gonna come now.” I say against his ear. As he continues to fuck me like he has been my whole body shudders as I moan his name as a wave of pleasure goes through me and I can feel myself tightening around his dick. This obviously gets him to finish because he moans deeply and lets out a giant breath. He kisses me one last time probably thinking it’s the last time and gets out of me laying next to me.

I get up and go to the toilet and when I get back Spencer’s sat their in his boxers while I’m still fully naked. I grab my bra and underwear and sit next to him.

“Spencer, I-” I start to say before I’m cut off.

“I really like you. And if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to kiss you a lot more. Not just like that, although that was great, but sweet kisses in public, sleepy kisses on the forehead when I go to work early. Small kisses shared when I think you look cute. Anyway what I’m saying is… i really like you Y/N.” He says still staring at his hands. I get on my knees in front of him and put my hand on his cheek. I put my lips to his and kiss him softly. I stand up and hold my hand out.

“Lets go downstairs, Spencer.” I say and he smiles. He nods and stands up putting on his trousers. I grab my shirt to see his literally ripped it. Seriously. I laugh show him and just use his shirt. I put on my leggings and we go downstairs.

As we sit down and eat the cookies that I thankfully put on a low temperature for 30 minutes. As we’re eating we intertwine our hands listening to the music. When Derek walks in.

“Hey guys how was bondin- WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID BOND NOT BONDAGE Y/N WHY ARE IN SPENCERS SHIRT, SPENCER WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS ANYWAY. DID YOU FUCK ON MY BED!?” He shouts and me and Spencer just laughs as Derek runs out.

“YOU’RE PHONES ARE HERE YOU FUCKING ANIMALS IM OUT.” Derek says as the door slams.

“IHOP?” I ask hungry for pancakes.

“Oh god yes.” He says putting the rest of the cookies in a box.

“Lets go get you a shirt first babe.” I say laughing. His head shots up at me calling him babe. A big smile erupts on his face and he scratches the back of his neck.

Oh god he’s adorable.

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This was a very long imagine but I hope you like my first actual smut. Don’t forget to let me know how to improve and what’s bits you’d like me to change

Thanks for reading.

Thank you to @dontshootmespence for the confidence to post this

Detective Danno Danny Williams - the different shades of being a badass cop

No.1 – Solo Mission (without Steve)

His focus on the target never falters - it’s raw, precise, laser like and deadly.  His instincts as a detective are on high allert at all times. He acts fast, well organized, and effective. He only cares to protect others, never himself. He jumps infront of bullets, knives and fists. He is in full warrior-don’t-fucking-mess-with-this-cop mode. He gets beaten up badly - he is so damn brave. He never ducks, he never gives in and oh boy…he can take punches, but it seems as if he doesn’t feel the pain. He never flinches, he never caves. He only jokes, he spits and fights even harder – tantalizing his opponent with every word so the beating gets worse and he takes it all.

  • Situation 1: Back in New Jersey checking out some drug dealing point, no back-up. Mission goes south, Danny gets heavily beaten, tortured even, Grace gets shot infront of his eyes. He fights back waiting for the first slip in the enemies attention. It’s violance porn seeing Danny fight the way he does in that scene.It’s an absolute beauty to realize he acts so strong and fearless.
  • Situation 2: Prison of Columbia. Danny knows he enters hell. He doesn’t show fear (meanwhile Steve goes apeship back home to find a way to safe Danny.) Danny faces all the guns, the evil grins, the punches. He knows what is waiting for him in there – rape, torture, beating, excruciating pain every day…and he doesn’t give a fuck. He manages to get a phone call to hear Grace’s voice one last time. He gets this piece of heaven, devours it for eternity and waits for his death afterwards laying on floor being kicked and punched, till he passes out.
  • Situation 3: Hostage situation at Grace’s dance night. Danny fights with every fibre of his body. He crawls in confinded spaces, stands oncoming panic feelings, attacks a guy with bare hands, is ready to deal with a whole bunch of armed perps, does whatever it takes to free Grace and all others. Danny only deflates visibly when he finally spots Steve in the crowed after all bad guys are shot, hurt and booked.

No. 2 – Team McDanno

Danny freaks constantly out because Steve only comes up with the most stupid solutions. Those operations always have the same pattern.

(not my pic, borrowed it from the google search)

Danny: “I DON’T WANNA GO!”

Steve: “DANNY! GO!..I LOVE YOU! NOW JUMP!”

Danny: “I HATE YOU” (he jumps)

Danny: “Can you please stop that? I want to die in peace.”

Steve: “Nobody is going to die today, Danny.”

Danny: “There is no exit, this fucking explosion let the whole building crash. We are trapped.”

Steve: “Relax, I will find us a way out.”

Danny: “Leave me alone, there is no exit. If I hadn’t met you I wouldn’t be down here now.”

Steve: “Take a break, buddy. I’ve got you. I’ll find a way.”

Danny: Thats’ your plan? Do you know how rediculous this is? Great, really great, Steven!

Steve: I will figure it out somehow.

Danny: Oh yeah? When exactly? When someone gets to shoot me first? I can’t believe it!

Steve: Relax Danny, relax. I got this. We will be fine.

Danny: “They will kill us.”

Steve: “We are still alive.”

Danny: “They will kill us…”

Steve: “Relax Danny, there is always a way. I’ve got you, just give me time.”


No.3 – The Most Impressive One: Mission rescue Steve

Steve is on a mission - alone. Danny is worried sick, not showing it though and after 12 hours it is clear, Steve is missing and Danny’s worst fears came true. Danny knows his boy is in great danger and in that very moment Danny’s entire being switches into war mode. I can figuratively see how Danny’s muscles swell, how his shirt gets teared apart, his body gets pumped up with a heavy dose of adrenalin. His view changes into a tunnel vision, every fibre of his body has one aim – to get Steve back, alive!

Danny will get back with Steve or he won’t get back at all. All his ohana is of course with Danny. But Danny is prepared to die. He knows the possibility to never see his Grace again is huge. He goes anyway. He has to save Steve. He fights with the columbian army, he deals with SEALS and snatches Steve out of the Taliban’s hand before they can behead him. Whatever it takes, Danny storms right through any barricade to get his Steve back.

And when Steve is safe Danny always has to fight to keep standing on his feet. He waits at Steve’s side until Steve opens his eyes, ready to see a familiar, a beloved face. Danny needs to know, Steve is safe and home. Danny takes care of a hurt, wounded Steve in the most tender way.

Danny is such a badass warrior when he has to be it. He is a secret Avenger, I am sure!

Conclusion

Danny is fearless. He is an outstanding Detective, he grew up on the streets of New Jersey and had to learn to fight his way through his every day life. He jumps right in the middle of danger and beats everyone until his work is done.

When he is with Steve he wants to give Steve the feeling, that he needs him. So Steve can rescue him every single time. Ranting Danny it is actually a very clever psychological move to make Mcgarrett be the hero. What ever happends on the scene, Danny puts his fate in Steve’s hands and Steve always handles it with utmost care. Danny knows his partner needs this feeling to have the control over the situation and he has Danny’s trust.

Besides Danny loves to behave difficult to see how much Steve cares about him. Steve really never snaps at Danny. The only thing that could happen is Danny gets ingored by Steve, completely. Downright left out. Steve doesn’t answer Danny’s questions, doesn’t react to his ranting. At the end? They always have each other’s back and their everlasting love. (I had to write this last sentence…:-))

These aching bones

Part One - (AO3)


With old age comes the typical side effects. Aching joints, less energy, and a general dislike of what the body becomes. Jack is no stranger to old age, he was there before the explosion and he’s there after. Being a vigilante doesn’t help the joints or the energy levels, but it gets the job done.

The only upside to old age, is that as an omega, his heats are no longer a potent, crippling hindrance. He can ride the edge of a heat easily now, using what little pheromones an alpha can detect as a way to loosen a tongue. When he was a younger man, they would knock him down for three days.

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a-beautifuldayna  asked:

Hello! Jungkook scenario when he gets the reader pregnant not plan (you guys are dating ) you tell him & end up aruging and he blames you saying mess up things tell you to leave with the baby. You leave Korea for 4 years, come back with your daughter you guys see each other again. He wants to fix things but you dont after a few months you give him a chance.

Hi there! Thank you so much for the request, and we’re so sorry for the wait! Nonetheless, we hope you enjoy!

Btw, we kind of got carried away with this scenario and made it kind of long, haha! Hope you don’t mind!

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

Jungkook Pregnancy Scenario


Everything in life seemed perfect. You had the job of your dreams, you lived in a beautiful city, and you had the perfect boyfriend. It was like a movie, or a fairytale.

But today, you realized that life isn’t perfect and that all good things must come to an end.

“Pregnant…” You watched as a look of pure terror spread across the face of your “perfect” boyfriend, Jungkook. “Y-yeah…” Your heart sank. This wasn’t quite the reaction you thought you were going to receive. “How?…” You knew it wasn’t planned. You thought you took all the precautions, but not even that had worked. “I don’t know…we did everything we could but…” your voice trailed off. He puts his head in his hands as he collapses onto the bed next to you two. “Listen Kookie…” you say as you gently take a seat next to him.

You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, “Everything will be alright…we’ll be okay…” He raises his head again, “Really?” A small smile forms on your face, “Of course, Kookie.” You rub his back, “This was an accident…but we can deal with it, we can get through it.” He looks at you, “Wow…are you sure?” You smile and gently cup your hands around his face, “Of course, Kookie. We just need to be calm.” He smiles back, “Wow, you’re being so brave, (Y/N).” He kisses your forehead. “Thank you, but I couldn’t do it without you.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “Of course, I’ll be there with you all the way through it.” Your smile begins to grow wider. “I’ll hold your hand through it and try my best to make it seem as painless as possible.” You giggle, “Thank you Kookie, but that won’t be for a long while.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? We can’t wait too long, you won’t be able to get it if you do.” Now you’re confused, “Huh? Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You start to loosen your grip on him, “I’m talking about you getting a…you know…abortion.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “W-What, no?! Jungkook, no that’s not at all what I meant” He lets go of you, “(Y/N)…then what do you mean? You can’t expect us to raise it.” Your heart drops. “Why not?…” Piece by piece, you’re perfect reality was crumbling. “We’re still so young! We’re not ready! I’m not ready!” Your hands begin to tingle, “B-but…we can’t just…abandon it.” Jungkook throws his hands in the air, “Well I can’t just abandon my life!” Your eyes dart to him filled with shock, “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth! I still have so much I want to do. And I can’t do it with a kid!” You slowly shake your head. “Jungkook…” He stands up, “Shit, (Y/N). What do you want me to do?! I didn’t want this!” You stutter, trying to say anything but he cuts you off. “I didn’t agree to this, okay?! This isn’t fair to me!” He says, raising his voice even louder.

What he says begins to anger you. “Are you being serious? You are at just as much fault as I am! You played just as big of a role in making this as I did!” He jerks his head towards you, “This has to be your fault! I did my part!” He balls his fists up in anger, “You know what? You always screw things up! And now look what you did!” Your eyes begin to water, “Stop it! Stop blaming me, this isn’t my fault!” He starts to pace around the room. “Jungkook, I am not giving up on this baby. We brough-” “No! You did! This isn’t my problem!” You gasp at what was just said, “Jungkook, you are the father! There’s no changing that! You can’t just-” He waves his hand, “You know what? If you want to keep this baby so badly, then fine. But do it without me.”

More and more of those shards of your storybook life break apart, and they seemed to be stabbing at you right in your heart. “You can’t expect me to do this alone!” The pool of tears in your eyes begin to flow down your red hot cheeks. “I’m not dealing with this!” “You have to!” You walk over to place your hand on his arms, but he shrugs you off. “Don’t touch me!” He scoffs. “Jungkook please…please don’t leave me alone.” He turns his back towards you. “It your choice, (Y/N). You can either stay with me, or you can take the baby and leave.” More fragments of your once flawless life spiral down around you. You take in one last breath, steadying your breathing.

“Fine…” You make your way to the door, and before leaving you take one last glance at your now lost love, who’s back is still facing you. “Goodbye Jungkook…” You slam the door behind you. Crash.

There goes your fairytale.


~4 years later~

She giggles as you tickle her tummy. You two were on a plane to Korea, where you once lived. You continue to make her laugh, making funny faces or noises, and tickling her over and over. She laughs one last time before falling forward and placing her head in the crook of your neck, “Aww, thank you for the hug, darling.” You hold her tight, never wanting to let go. She was the love of your life. You would do anything for her.

You decided to take your daughter to Korea to show her more of her background. Once you moved to America where you raised her, she wasn’t able to be exposed to much of her own culture. You had about a week off from work, so you decided to use the time to expose her to her heritage. Plus, you missed your hometown.

Hours passed and you were finally able to unload the plane and make your way into the airport in Seoul. You balanced her on your hip as you used your other hand to carry your guy’s luggage. Before you knew it, you were in a taxi to head to your hotel, which wasn’t to far from the city you grew up in.

The next day, you were holding her in your arms as you walked down the streets you once knew. Every little detail, you told her about. Every little nook and cranny in the city, you had a story to tell from it. She listened, even if she didn’t always understand what you were saying. You took her to your favorite spots. The coffee shop, the store you always shopped at, even the library where you met her father. As you walked down the aisles with her and looked at all the different books, you couldn’t help but think of him. Each day she begins to look more and more like him. She has his nose, his eyes, she even smiles like him. It hurts. Her father was a man you grew to hate, and to see him in her makes it that much harder.

Before heading back to the hotel, you decided to make a stop at your favorite grocery store. You made an excuse to yourself, saying you needed some food. But really, you wanted to look and see how much has changed.

Her eyes widen in awe at all the pretty colors, like usual. You let her pick out a snack, as do you. You make your way to the checkout line, making sure to keep balance of the little one on your hip. As your waiting, she starts to feel fussy. She begins to whine, and you start to rub her head as you coo at her in an attempt to calm her down. “Darling, it’s okay. We’ll be at the hotel soon and you can take a nap okay?” You rock her back and forth, soothing her.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice behind you call your name. Your heart drops, praying it’s not who you think it is. You decide to ignore the person, paying your full attention to your fussy child. “(Y/N)…Is that you?” You sigh. Please….please don’t let it be him. You turn around, your heart racing. And just your luck.

It was him.

You stayed silent. She clung to you, put off by the stranger. “Oh my god…” He says. You still didn’t respond. Instead, you rubbed her back and tried to turn away. “Hey…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, and she whines even more. “She doesn’t like strangers.” You say, turning away from him once again. “(Y/N), don’t be like that.” You let out another sigh. He’s right. You shouldn’t be acting so childish. Thankfully, the cashier calls you over. “Hold on.” You say, as you walk to check out. You pay and thank the cashier. “Your daughter is very beautiful, by the way.” You smile. “Thank you very much.” you reply, smiling down at your daughter. You begin to walk out the door, hoping he forgot about you. “Wait!” Damn. You stop, letting him catch up to you. “(Y/N)…” He says once again. You turn around, finally giving in. “Yes?” A smile creeps onto his face, but you continue to remain unamused. “It’s uh…been a while. Huh?” You nod your head. She clings to you once again, hiding her face in your neck. “That’s uh…” “Yes, it is.” You rub her back once again, reassuring her that everything was okay. He pauses for a while, looking at her. At the both of you.

“What’s her name?” He says, keeping his eyes on the both of you. “Areum.” You say flatly. He smiles, “It fits her well. Beauty. Just like her mother.” You frown at him, letting him know he was crossing the line. He lowers his head in apology. There was a silence between you two. “Listen, we should probably get going.” “Wait!” You look back at him, both arms wrapped around Areum. “Um…How long will you be staying here.” You hesitate, keeping your arms around her and a safe distance from him. “Why do you want to know, Jungkook?” He seems a little hurt by what you said, but he continues. “If you had any free time, maybe we could catch up?” You were hoping he wasn’t going to say that. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” He sighs, “Listen, I know we left off on a rough patch, but…” You shake your head, “Jungkook…no, I’m sorry.” He tries to step towards you, but you back away. “Please, (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to talk to you these last few years-” You start to get irritated, “Oh, really?! Then how come I never received a call or text, huh?!” You raised your voice slightly, which startled Areum as she squirmed in your arms. You turn to her, cooing at her once again and reassuring her that everything was okay. You sigh once again, lowering your voice to a normal tone. “Listen, Jungkook. I don’t want to talk to you, and that’s that. Now please, let me and my daughter leave.” You begin to turn around once again.

“No! Please! (Y/N) I regretted everything that night! I shouldn’t have let you go! I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been there for her! It was the biggest mistake I ever made, and I’m sorry!” He rambles, and you stop in your tracks once again. He continues, “The day you left, I wanted to run after you and apologize. I wanted to take back everything I said that night. It was wrong, all of it! I don’t truly know why I never did, I just…I was to scared.” You stood there listening, with your back facing him. You listened to what he was saying, feeling conflicted. “I was hoping that maybe…maybe you would come back to me. That you would try and smack some sense into me, and convince me to stay with you and raise the baby with you. But you didn’t…you shouldn’t have. I didn’t deserve it. You were right for not coming back to me. And I was wrong for leaving you all alone to raise a child by yourself.” Your expression softens slightly as you continue to clutch onto your daughter. “I’ve never been able to live with myself since then. I kept telling myself to call you. To get back in touch with you. But, I was too ashamed. I didn’t want to face you.” You quietly sighed to yourself, you began to feel torn.

For four years, he left you alone. And in those years, your hatred grew for him more and more. You were stuck raising a child with no help whatsoever. And you love Areum. You would go through that struggle all over again if it was for her sake. But you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly difficult. You spent so many restless hours throughout the day working at one of your three jobs while Areum was at daycare, or you were spending countless, sleepless nights feeding her while your stomach growled because you only had enough money for her formula and baby food.

And you blamed him. You blamed him for all of it.

But now, he’s here, begging for your forgiveness. Something you never thought would happen, not even in your dreams. You thought he had moved on. You thought he found someone else as he continued to live his life without a care in the world. When in reality, he never stopped thinking about you. “I completely shut down when you left. I didn’t leave our -er, my house…for I think almost a month. They had to kick my door in and force me out. It took a long time to get back on my feet, but I did. And I got a job. A real job. I raised money, and I…I set money aside so I could go see you and…her.” You raised your eyebrows, shocked. You slowly turn around. He continues once more, “I…I guess I don’t need to use it to fly to America anymore. I had also been saving money to send to you, to help you out. But, I was still too scared to face you.” You stared at him wide eyed. “I’m sorry I should’ve sent it to you a long time ago I just…” You nod your head, urging him to move on. “M-my point is…” He takes a breath, steadying his voice. “My point is, I never stopped thinking about you, or the baby. And I regret the decision I made more than anything else in my life. It was a huge mistake. and I…I want to fix it.” He pauses, breathing in once more. “I want to…fix us.” Your expression has completely softened. You look down, trying to decide. Maybe…it’s worth it to have a little talk with him? You take in a long breath, readying yourself to say words you never thought you’d ever say to him..

“Areum and I are staying in the hotel down the street. If you stop by around this time tomorrow, we should be there.” You let out a shaky breath still surprised by what you’re saying. He smiles widely, “I will, don’t doubt it for a second.” You nod to him, “We need to go now, she’s getting cranky. But…we’ll see you tomorrow?” He nods, a giant grin across his face. “Yes, you will. I promise!” You nod once again, this time offering a small smile. “Goodbye Jungkook…I’ll see you at the hotel.” You say, as you walk off.

You begin to walk the opposite direction of him. Areum lifts her head to look up at you. You gaze into her big, sparkling eyes. Once again, you were reminded of how much she is beginning to look like her father. But for the very first time, this reminder didn’t bring hatred towards him. No. This time you felt a warm feeling spreading through your chest.

Hope.

Maybe this fairytale will have a happy ending after all.

anonymous asked:

Lily doesn't die. She manages to escape with Harry after James sacrifices himself. Her and Sirius become close after (angst, survivor guilt, angst).

There’s a hole in her heart where her husband used to live.

It’s not that James isn’t there anymore, that she doesn’t hold every precious scrap of memory close. It’s that he’s dead. Memory can’t hold a candle to the space he used to take up.

In her darker moments, Lily wonders if it was worth it. Loving him. This thickness in her throat every time she tries to speak, the heavy weight of gravity dragging at her bones when she walks, when she sits, when she lies in bed at night alone. Hating James Potter had been so easy, and everything about her life now seems impossible.

(Those are only moments, though. Fleeting, dark things that she banishes to the back of her mind. She holds her son close and presses her lips to the soft crown of his head and knows she would never give this up. Not for ease, not for joy, not for his father back and her heart whole).

“He’s growing up.”

It’s early summer and they’re in the yard, making the most of a capricious sun. She’d gotten another cat not long after that night, in some grief-hazed need for affection, and a dog just after Christmas. All three of the animals are involved in a complicated form of chase with Harry, who is shrieking with laughter on his toy broom that lifts a few feet higher off the ground than it really ought to thanks to her own spell work.

The sensible part of Lily knows that she can’t replace James with animals. The part of her that has been screaming since last Halloween and hasn’t stopped is grasping at whatever she can to make her broken family whole.

Lily glances sideways at Sirius. His feet are up on her outside table, rocking back in one of her deck chairs at a precarious angle. There’s a faint smile on his lips, twisted at the edges into something ugly, even on his face. He holds his body tense, twirling his wand idly in a way that says he’s ready to put a stop to the fun if it looks like Harry goes too high.

Lily’s own wand is strapped to her wrist. She doesn’t even shower without it, anymore.

“That happens,” she says cautiously. “The passage of time, you understand.”

His mouth pulls up into a grin that’s somehow worse than his expression before. It has too much teeth, crooked in the wrong places. Bitter, she thinks, and realises her own expression is mimicking it. Time is the enemy of both of them, dragging them further away from the man they love.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s always dangerous.”

He snorts, focussed on Harry. Careful not to look at her in a way she knows is intentional, because she’s not an idiot. “Of going,” he says, and what’s left of her heart stops dead in her chest. “Away for a bit.”

Her voice sounds like a stranger’s. Screaming-Lily screams a little higher, in the silence left vacated by her heart beat. “I didn’t realise you had the burning urge for a vacation.”

There’s a poison in the words that she hasn’t pulled on him since they were fifteen and idiots. He winces, but still won’t look at her. “Not a vacation. Just some unfinished business.”

“You don’t have a job.”

“Lily.”

Sirius.” There’s a panic in her throat that’s shoving at all the residual grief, swamping it. She’s in no state to decide which she prefers as she starts from her own chair, kicks his legs from her table.

He yelps, wobbling for a second as gravity juggles him. It looks like he’s going to come down on the side of ground when her arm snaps out and grabs his hand, hauling him and the chair back to level ground.

She doesn’t let go. Energy sparks through her fingers and up her arm as he finally, reluctantly, looks up at her.

“Hunting Death Eaters won’t bring him back.”

Lily says it with the certainty of a woman who has considered it. Who has turned her wand over in her fingers again and again, mouthed all the spells she knows that could wring out revenge from the followers of the genocidal maniac who murdered her husband.

She’d held her son on those occasions, too. He needs a mother more than he needs vengeance, and she needs Sirius more than Lucius Malfoy’s head on a pike.

“Nothing,” Sirius growls, more dog than man in that moment, “brings him back. And I can’t - Lily I can’t just sit here playing happy families when it should be James–”

“Happy - fuck you very much, Sirius Black, if you think that any of what you’ve been doing could serve as some kind of replacement–”

I would never.” And it’s not a shout because Harry is still playing obliviously on the grass, but the way he hisses holds all the same intensity. She hasn’t let go of him, and they both watch the way her nails dig white-edged into his skin. Sirius grits his teeth, forces that grey-eyed gaze back to hers, and she can see in the shadows there the way he reins himself in. Packs up some unspeakable force of emotion, hides it away until he can speak in a measured tone of voice again. “I would never.”

Lily has never been an idiot, and the death of her husband hasn’t suddenly made her stupid when it comes to other men. Especially not this one, who has knitted himself into her life so thoroughly that she isn’t sure she could explain for herself all the ways they’re tangled together.

She should let go of his hand.

She should let go of his hand.

“Okay,” she says softly. “I know. I’m sorry.”

His jaw clenches. He doesn’t pull away. “You don’t have anything to apologise for.”

“I’ll thank you not to make my decisions for me,” she says primly, and it does exactly as intended, prompts the tiniest smile from him, not twisted in the slightest. “Sirius. Don’t leave us.”

It’s only after he agrees that she finds she can coax her fingers to let him go.

3

You followed Kol to the Gilberts’ house secretly as your father instructed you to, and stayed in the sidelines. Until things started getting messy, that is. Kol started fighting Jeremy and Elena, and you saw her aiming for the White Oak Stake. Having already been invited in before you emerged, and got caught in between. All hell broke loose when you were struck by the sole weapon with the ability to kill you. You staggered as your mind filled with the seer pain you experienced, and flames engulfed all of your body.

You fell to the ground, screaming bloody murder. A loud growl echoed in your ears, and you saw him from the corner of your eyes. Your dad had arrived, and he was watching you die. You trying calling to him, crying out for help but you were cut off short when the last ounce of life left you. Klaus halted, pure terror filling him, suffocating him whole as he did not hear your voice anymore. Your body was burning inside their kitchen and he could do nothing about it. Your own father could do nothing about it. His breathing was ragged as he screamed and shouted to the Gilbert siblings of the million ways he’ll make the suffer for what they did to you. He desperately tried to barge inside but he was not invited and Kol was pulling him back, yelling that they should leave. Swearing one last time to destroy Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, he left.

When he reached home, he did not even bother to acknowledge Elijah or Rebekah, trashing various pieces of furniture as he growled, before he fell to his knees, head hanging low. You were gone. His daughter, the sole source of positivity and happiness in his existence, gone.

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You’re My Mission (Part 3/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 2

“Okay, I’ll go in first,” Bucky commanded to Wanda, “just hang back here until you get my signal. I’m not sure how this is actually going to go, so it’s better if I try to talk to them without you.  No need to put us both in a pinch if we don’t have to.”  

Wanda watched him hide more weapons than she had ever seen one person carry into his old winter Soldier uniform, marveling at the number of secret pockets and just the sheer volume that it could hold, and that was just in the jacket.  He had knives in his boots and guns in each pant leg that were ready to take with the quickest slip of his hand.  He was terrifying in this persona, but not to her; she knew what he was doing, but when he walked into this Hydra base, he had to be prepared for the worst reception.  “What are you going to tell them?  Why would we leave the Avengers?”

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The Book of Mormon AU Absolutely No One Wanted

Note: Idk anything and the day I do research is the day I storm heaven and devour God. 

  • The Zimmermanns are Mormons. They move down from Canada to Mormon city stronghold of your choice for vague reasons.
  • That afternoon a young, well-dressed man comes to their door with a tin of cookies and a smile.
  • “Hi! I’m Eric Bittle and I live down the street. Just wanted to make a good impression before you go to church! You probably won’t see much of me after.” 
  • Of course it’s Jack who answers the door and receives the cookies, and he’s so awkward and stunned by literally the cutest ray of sunshine in all of Mormon Stronghold that he doesn’t think to ask what Bittle means. “Um, thank you.” And then he closes the door.
  • The Zimmermanns are greeted warmly by the community that weekend, so warmly they get several warnings to stay the heck away from that Bittle fellow.
  • Several elders have been by Bittle’s house to give him literature and invite him to the church. He’s always very polite, friendly even, but he’s really… gay unsettling.
  • On top of that, the inside of his house is kinda unconventional. Like, there’s a lot of dribbly candles. Black pillar candles. Candles shaped like skulls. There’s incense everywhere, and herbs drying upside down by the windows. There are animal bones, picked clean by scavengers and bleached by the sun, apparently somehow acquired and resting in a curio cabinet. Bittle keeps strange dolls, terrible faceless things that smell like rosemary and earth, in cupboards and drawers. And there’s a rabbit, a fat brown fluffy thing with floppy ears, that he talks to like it understands.
  • They think Bittle might be a witch. And almost definitely gay. And a bad influence besides.
  • But he’s also very friendly and bakes more sweets than he could possibly eat, which created something of a conundrum. The elders fought each other to be the ones to visit him nearly weekly, but the church as a whole disapproved of any of their members being within a hundred feet of Bittle’s front door. 

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anonymous asked:

hi, can i request a deliveryboy!au with hoshi? :)

- hoshi is the delivery boy for this fried chicken restaurant called KOKO’S
- he took it because he really needed a job but also because he found out that employees get a 50% discount and he was like SIGN ME UP
- he uses the restaurant’s scooter to make deliveries, and he’s so fast?? he always makes it to his destination on time
- he wears this helmet with the restaurant’s logo on it and when he takes it off his hair is all messy and it’s cute
- everyone in the restaurant loves him. chef seokmin always gives him some fried chicken to take home after his shift, the regular customers always cheer for him to dance, and owner seungcheol’s always telling him he’s doing great
- he loves it there because they’re just like family
- one night, KOKO’S is ready to close in about thirty mins when all of a sudden the restaurant gets a phone call
- seungcheol picks it up and after scribbling down a few things, he hangs up and tells hoshi that he has one more delivery to make
- “after this, just drop off the scooter and the debit machine and you can go home. this’ll be your last delivery of the day.”
- hoshi nods his head and waits around for the chicken to be fried, and when it is, he’s on his way
- he goes outside and places the chicken on the back of his scooter and drives off into the night. once he finds the apartment, he parks his scooter out front and walks up the stairs to get to the person’s room
- now there’s you
- you’re walking home alone after buying some snacks and drinks from the convenience store and you’re getting a little paranoid because it’s late and dark out
- you turn your head around every time you hear a sound and you walk a little faster
- all of a sudden, this cat shrieks which scares you and you trip over your own feet
- only to fall over a scooter parked outside an apartment
- the scooter falls with a crash and you realize that the side mirror on the right is cracked and the side mirror on the left fell off and you’re like oh. no.
- while you’re trying to make the scooter stand again, someone suddenly yells “HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SCOOTER??” and you let go of the scooter out of surprise and it falls with a crash AGAIN
- you look up with a scared expression on your face to see this boy running up to you
- you say “i’m so sorry!!! there was this cat and i got scared and—”
- the boy takes his helmet off and you’re like……. omg he’s cute……
- BUT NOT THE POINT YOU HAVE TO APOLOGIZE
- while you’re apologizing, the boy just makes the scooter stand and dramatically falls to his knees at the sight of the broken mirrors and the scratches
- he shakily takes out his keys and tries to turn it on but…… nothing….. the engine roars for a few seconds before just dying
- it was an old scooter already so the two crashes were enough to make it meet its end
- you take out your wallet and tell him “i’ll pay for the damages!!! how much do you need???” and the boy just says “…..it’s not mine….. it belongs to this restaurant i work for….”
- and you gasp because omfg you’re going to get this boy FIRED
- you know you’ll never be able to live with that guilt so you tell him “i’ll go to the restaurant with you. i’ll tell them everything.”
- and he looks up and you continue “i mean….. it’s my fault anyway, i don’t think i’d be able to live if you took the blame for what i did”
- but the boy is too kind and says “don’t worry about it. i’ll manage. it’s my fault for not parking in a safer location…….. thanks anyway”
- he flashes you a little smile and walks away while rolling his scooter and you can’t help but feel so bad…
- you start walking in the direction of home but you keep stopping in your tracks because the guilt is eating you up alive
- you sigh and turn around and quietly follow the boy who’s thankfully still in sight
- after a few mins of walking, you see him park his scooter out front before entering a restaurant called KOKO’S and you know about it because your friend loves their chicken
- as you approach the restaurant, you look through the windows and you could see the boy looking down while who you’re guessing is the owner scolds him and you know it’s because of the scooter
- before the situation could get any worse, you swing the restaurant’s door open and rush inside, making the two boys turn to you
- the owner politely tells you that they’re closed while the boy just looks at you with a shocked expression on his face
- you walk up to the owner and say “i…. i was the one who broke the scooter”
- and you explain everything and you think they’re going to be understanding of this whole situation
- but no
- before you know it, both you and the boy are getting scolded by them and he asks “what’s your name?” and after you tell him, he says “you’re going to be working for me until you could help hoshi buy a new scooter.”
- your jaw falls and hoshi just nods his head because there’s no arguing with him
- he continues “without the scooter, deliveries will take longer with only one person. so you’ll be helping him make deliveries.”
- after giving your info, you and hoshi exit the restaurant together and he says “hey…. why did you come by? i told you i was going to be fine”
- and you say “oh no i just couldn’t just let you get in trouble all by yourself you know…….”
- hoshi grins at your kindness and says “well since we’re going to be working together from now on, it’s nice to meet you!! my name’s actually soonyoung, but everyone calls me hoshi”
- you say “it’s nice to meet you too. i’m (name)!!”
- hoshi is a gentleman so he walks you home and when you enter your apartment, you just collapse on your bed and just stare at the ceiling like…… did that really happen…….
- yes it did
- because the next day, you wake up to the sound of your ringtone which is “replay” by shinee
- you pick up and it’s seungcheol who asks “where are you?? your shift is starting in fifteen mins” and you look at the time like oooh my goSH AM I REALLY GOING TO BE LATE FOR MY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB
- you tell him “oh i’m on my way there!! just went to get a quick breakfast…… ahahah…….”
- you get ready in like five mins and then sprint all the way there but you know what, you make it in time good job
- hoshi’s already there, picking up the delivery bags from the kitchen and he gives you one bag while he carries the two others
- seungcheol tells you guys “okay so here’s the address for this order. come right back because you having another one on its way!”
- you and hoshi exit the restaurant and it’s quiet while you’re both walking, when your phone goes off and you pick it up to see that it’s a friend of yours asking if you wanted to hang out
- after telling them you’re busy, you hang up and hoshi screams “YOU LISTEN TO SHINEE????” and your eyes light up like “YEAH!!! YOU DO TOO???”
- and you both bond over shinee and talk about your favorite songs
- you guys surprisingly make it to your destination on time and you notice just how kind and polite hoshi is to the customer
- after getting the payment for the chicken, you and hoshi rush back to the restaurant for the next order
- and it’s like that for the rest of the day and the next few days after that
- you and hoshi become really good friends and before you know it, you’re having so much fun with hoshi
- after long days, seokmin makes fried chicken for you guys and you both happily eat it
- seungcheol notices how much happier hoshi seems
- it’s hard to see because he’s always smiling but…… to him, it’s plain as day
- of course this doesn’t last forever because you and hoshi eventually get enough money to buy a new scooter and well….. you’re not needed anymore
- seokmin makes you and hoshi one last meal to eat together and while you both spend it happily….. there’s a certain sadness in his eyes……. you’re not sure why……
- hoshi decides to walk you home and once you both make it there, he says “so uhh…. it was nice working with you….”
- you say “it was nice working with you too….. you made it fun!!” and he tells you “you made it fun too!! just….. if you….. want any chicken, you know where to go. we’ll be happy to see you again”
- you nod your head and say good night before shutting the door
- the next morning, you wake up and realize that you don’t need to go to work
- you should be feeling happy but instead you feel so empty…..
- at the same time, hoshi wakes up and smiles on his way to work, ready for another fun day with you when he realizes
- you don’t work there anymore
- seungcheol notices how much hoshi is sulking and even the regular customers don’t like seeing him this way, he’s usually always smiling and filling their days with sunshine
- about a week passes without you two seeing each other, and hoshi makes it really obvious that he misses you
- seokmin tells him “hoshi just confess to them” but hoshi’s like “what??? nooo i can’t??? what if they don’t like me back???? i’ll never be able to see them ever AGAIN”
- seungcheol pats his head and says “ok hoshi, i know you miss (name), but you still have some work to do” he hands him a little piece of paper with an address written on it
- he tells him “don’t be late. oh and give this to the customer too.” he gives him a tiny little envelope and sends hoshi on his way
- hoshi rides the new scooter there and rings the doorbell before suddenly freezing
- because he knows this apartment…… it’s—
- you open the door and jump in surprise to see hoshi standing by your door
- you say “hoshi??? what are you doing here???” and he says “what do you mean??? i’m here for your order” and you’re like “…..but i didn’t order anything…..”
- hoshi’s like HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME
- he then takes out the little envelope and hands it to you “seungcheol said this is for you, maybe it has some answer on it??”
- you take the envelope and open it and it says
- “enjoy the meal, you kids. tell hoshi he has the rest of the day off, and just go on a date already. i’ll let you borrow the scooter this once. just don’t break it again.”
- hoshi asks “so?? what does it say??” and you shake your head like “oh nothing!!” but hoshi manages to snatch it out of your hands and after reading it, his whole face turns red
- he says “i’m SO sorry about all this….. uhhh you can have the chicken, i’ll just be on my way now…..”
- but you stop him “hoshi wait” and he turns around
- your cheeks turn pink as you say “….if you don’t mind….. i wouldn’t mind actually going on a date……”
- and hoshi’s face lights up and he runs up to you and says “REALLY??” and you laugh and just say “YES HOSHI”
- after eating the chicken, hoshi takes you out on a date in the city and he drives the scooter while you’re sitting in the back with your arms wrapped around him
- at the end of the day, hoshi drops you home and goes back to the restaurant during closing time to drop off the scooter
- inside, he goes up to seungcheol who’s counting the cash register and he gives him a big hug
- when he lets go, he tells him “you’re the best!!!!”
- he smiles at him and says “i’m guessing things went well?” and he nods his head “thank you!!!”
- after a quick good night, he leaves the restaurant and seokmin tells him “you’re such a softie”
- and seungcheol just laughs “you know hoshi deserves it.”

thank you for your request!! ^^