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To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.


-       He was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a simple alarm!

-       … in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…

-       It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the floor… four down three to go…

-       Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope not that room!

-       When he got to the final room (because of course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around the syllables before he knew what he was doing…

-       “M… MC?”

-       His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.

-       What was happening to him?

-       He had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and sweaty.

-       Though, granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not because he was sick and dying.

-       His stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He really needed to start cooking more.

-       Yoosung clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.

-       Opening the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have the entire room turn to face him.

-       Great. He must have been later than he thought he was.

-       Only to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.

-       Yoosung turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally! He managed to catch a break!

-       Running a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides, chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins.

-       It wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous all at the same time…  he didn’t know. Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-

-       He began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…

-       Yoosung pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his existence or anything. It would be fine.

-       Edging into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between his textbooks.

-       The girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they shot up to look him in the eye.

-       She was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.

-       “Tsk, another one of those computer geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to shyly excuse himself when-

-       Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”

-       Yoosung turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.

-       The group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up and moving rows.

-       Headphones girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind; she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned without hesitation.

-       “So… LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.

-       “H-hey… thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at all-”

“No sweat LOLOL boy-”

“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

-       The girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.

“Pretty much, yes.”

Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.

“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind of a mouthful.”

“And yet so apt-”

“Yes I understand this but-”

-       “MC. My name is MC.”

The waning was nothing but the calm before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up 1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!

“What should I call you if not LOL-”

“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”

-       He had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily, MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came rushing back one hundred-fold.

-       “Yoosung… Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.

-       He had never heard his name sound so beautiful.

-       “Yes, Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.

-       MC clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward, completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.

-       “Yoosung Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.

“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”

-       She threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.

-       “Yes, you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.

“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out slightly- why had he said that? When did he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?

“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”

“….. Soul… soul what?”

-       His parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.

-       The truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.

-       “Care to explain?”

-       MC stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach him everything.

-       It was going to be so much fun.

-       “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.

“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already trying to get into my pants-”

“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she acquiesced.

-       “Forever Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s me and you.”

-       He took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much to take in…

-       MC entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle painted on his face. This, he was going to have this, forever.

-       It didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her- his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.

-       He smiled and squeezed her hand back.

-       “Okay… I think I’m okay with that.”


-       His first motion picture…

-       He was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the actress’s.  

-       He hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.

-       He had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical run through of the scenes that they actually met…

-       “Oh hi! You must be-”

“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”

-       He didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.

-       She was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.

-       The moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of course. That must be what it was.

-       When she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.

-       Damn it he needed to focus and not get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him! He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he

-       … she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

-       FOCUS!

-       He had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre stage.

-       He could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air… and god he really wanted to try.

-       …

-       He must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of him…

-       He didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.

-       He didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…

-       “H-Hey! MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to call you MC-”

“And why not? It’s my name too,” she smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching instinctively under her touch.

-       Shit.

-       Zen was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself- damn it- he was already half in love.

-       The only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!

-       “How silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to her.  

-       Please

-       She smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of hers.

-       “Oh! Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”

-       He watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully, how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.

-       “So… it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”

Swallowing deeply and finally blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.

“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”

-       She stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-

-       “No one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.

Not out loud…”

“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.

-       They talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”

-       Soulmates were made to be a perfect fit after all…  

-       Once they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.

-       During a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and part with a kiss…  

-       MC was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-

-       … and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely unscripted. Completely inappropriate.

-       It was perfect.

-       “-But Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”

“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”

-       Zen smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot actors who fell in love with his co-star.

-       “Okay guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”


-       It wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a part time job.

-       That way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some money.

-       Besides… working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing, even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to end up like that!

-       It was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders across the counter.

-       Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.

-       Pulling the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…

-       She nearly spilt the drink all over herself.

-       That name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times before.

-       But this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with her and this MC.

-       All from a name.

-       Jaehee finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down. She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t shake too much, “MC?!”

-       “Oh here!?”

-       Jaehee looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.

“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”

-       The two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.

-       Jaehee pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.

-       “I… this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her own honeyed irises large with disbelief.

-       She couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…

-       “It is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning smile.

-       “B-but I don’t believe in-”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Nothing good ever happens to me-”

“Right in front of you.”

“I have a break now-”

“Let’s have a coffee.”

-       For the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?

-       They did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s name for every order for the next day.


-       Soulmates? Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their company to ruin.

-       Well. Not. Him.

-       He didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your soul. That would be the day.

-       All throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”  

-       By the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.

-       Not that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right either.

-       Though, he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making them sound like fools.

-       Probably why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.

-       In his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.

-       He had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.

-       The day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them. Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?

-       Good Lord.

-       This was going to be too easy.

-       Jumin barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto his brain.

-       MC.

-       He felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes raked over her smaller form.

-       She looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues trapped between her fingers.

-       He thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth? A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears. His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand.

-       He watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her cheeking burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.

-       Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself- he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments earlier.

-       Indeed, it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her. Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get it together Jumin!

-       Except he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost. Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.

-       Thankfully for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still- a coherent blushing mess.

-       Jumin’s university went home empty handed that year after all.

-       But not Jumin, not this time.

-       He wouldn’t lose twice in one day.

-       “Hello there, good performance today.”

“You too.”

“I’m Jumin Han-”

“I know. I’m MC-”

“I heard, yes.”

-       Her teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.

“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”

-       The silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name… unless…

-       Jumin fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man would continue his initiative.

-       “I… I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”

-       MC smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.

“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day, to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just wasn’t me.”

-       Jumin’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it, but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.

-       Just too easy.

-       “I did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”

“Prove it.”


“Scream my name out into the audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin on her face.

-       Jumin stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-

-       Only to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating on his chest.

“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed, burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and offering a warmth that he had never felt before.

-       He liked it.

-       He wanted more.

-       “So… perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked looking down at the crown of her head.

“O-Of course not!”


-       The tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.


-       He was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.

-       He barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.

-       The perfect agent.

-       Then they brought her in.

-       606.

-       Quiet and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept less than him. Ate less than him. Was less than him.

-       She wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and she would have to be disposed of.

-       … and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.

-       He imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.

-       He wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.

-       It all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.

-       606 soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.

-       707. Stay back tonight. Help me with an assignment?

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       That night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.

-       She kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was doing was literally more work. That was what tomorrow was for!

-       He was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.

I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.

-       He looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even sent him the message- or even blinked.

“So… you in?”

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       He nodded. She kept typing.

“Come and see me in my room then?”

-       Aahhh, so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency- they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents- probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as insurance or worse, incentive.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”

-       When he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were just making out.

-       Her room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come midnight she, they, would jump down and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.

-       The clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.

-       “In case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name is MC.”

-       It was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how to spot a miracle when God sent one.

-       “You’re not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing embrace, “I promise.”

“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to know your-”

“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”

-       The look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.

-       His sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.

-       He pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.

-       Saeyoung made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her away from me.

-       He landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor couldn’t fix.

-       He beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…

-       As he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of them.

-       Saeyoung gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything under his touch, etch it into his mind.

-       “You lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”

“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up, screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her, looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so close to being free.

“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.

“No it won’t be-”

“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”


-       He jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he did, he would never be able to leave her side.

-       MC ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.

-       “Saeyoung!” she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.

-       You promised…

-       707: WAIT

        Yoosung: Why?

        707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

        Jumin: MC…?

-       Saeyoung smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.

-       Promised I would find you.



-       He had been searching for months under her orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then she appeared.

-       Like a gust of wind on a scorching day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life and turned it upside down.

-       He would follow her and watch her from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.

-       Her friend was laughing on the other line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”

-       Saeran fell to the floor, his knees smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!

-       He crawled underneath his desk and curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted

-       But he was already corrupted, no matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he was… but MC-

-       She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

-       Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.

-       It was hard to have something of your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.

-       He had to get her back.

-       They had sent her to infiltrate an organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.

-       He was frantic, he sent her conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of what he saw in her… they would steal her away.

-       Finally the Saviour said it was time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her… she was not as happy to see him.

-       She was screaming. She was backing away from him. She was afraid.

-       He couldn’t think straight- this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly. Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-

-       That was it… he knew her name but she didn’t know his… to her he was…

-       “I’m from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll save you… You invited someone? Maybe… Luciel Choi?”

“MC- Are you hurt?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”

-       No. Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty one.

-       “No.” She’s mine. She’s meant for me.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to use force to protect my girl.”

I don’t want to do this.
“You move a single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.

“What do you want?!”

-       The truth then.

-       “To escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”

-       The pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.

-       Never his.

-       Meant to be his.

-       “My name… My name was Saeran.”


-       It was the school for the rich and gifted.

-       Some more rich and others more gifted.

-       Most loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.

-       One person hated it.

-       Brought in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their latest trophy.

-       Well this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She didn’t like them at all.

-       Especially those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun- blindingly beautiful but dangerous.

-       None shone more so than V.

-       Pfft.

-       Who the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?

-       Wasn’t it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like “everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek God? WASN’T IT?!

-       MC breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.

-       During a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.

-       He chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.

-       “Why do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed stare.  

-       “I… I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,” she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk, resting her chin atop her crossed arms.

-       “I told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see? Without even getting to know them?”

-       Her fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.

-       Jihyun… now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be disturbed.

-       She loved that name.

-       Her heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his name.

-       “Who?” she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.

-       He gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking in jest, she was completely serious.

“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into a wry smile.

-       Damn it.

-       MC violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was developing something… she should be patient…

-       … but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She didn’t know but she had to try!

-       The light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her.

-       Less than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.

-       He was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.

-       He was art.

-       And she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.

-       He turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.

-       What’s in a name? Everything. What did Shakespeare know?

-       “I… I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.

-       Startled, V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at him.

“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.

“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under the harsh lights.

-       V reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save her from embarrassment.

-       “I know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,” he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply was not yours.”

-       All this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his name was faulty, that he was faulty.

-       Her heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether or not she could do it not was the other question.

-       “No… I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you, just as you are.”

-       Even in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.

-       “You do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap between them.

“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.

“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms around her body.

-       Well what do you know, they were a perfect fit.

That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

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!

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Roadtrip With Svt

Map man. While he may have the map that doesn’t mean he’s any good at it. Basically because he is the oldest he got the front seat, which means map duties landed on him. Pointed driver gyu the wrong directions so many times Mingyu asked for a new map guide every three minutes. Did not give up the front seat and will never give it up. 

Literally just napped the whole time. Like he just crawled into the nearest rv bed, even pushing some people out just so he could sleep. Of course, yes, he did get pushed out later on but hey, its jeonghan, through the yelling and car sickness he just found a different place to sleep, even if its on the floor. When he isnt asleep, hes taking selcas and laughing at mingyu

Poor guy, this poor guy. Third oldest and still ended up pretty close to the back so the car sick kids could sit closer but he somehow ended up getting smushed against the window and hasn’t been able to move for the past thirty minutes someone please help him, he was super excited to go on the road trip but now that he is in the car he is second guessing himself because he is trying to keep the bickering down and make sure no one throws up from mingyus crazy driving.

Jun knew this road trip was going to be wild from the start. Sat down and buckled up with a snack and sat back to enjoy the show. Anyone who falls asleep, watch out jun will take the ugliest picture possible of you and laugh at if for five years. Gets out to go to the bathroom every time they stop but never actually asks to go to the bathroom. 

Is the person that asks to go to the bathroom every thirty minutes and like literally how, he hasn’t even had anything to drink ??? also there is a bathroom on the rv why can’t he just use the bathroom in the rv ??? loud af at one moment, passed out with his mouth open the next. At one point did get sharpie all over his face and didn’t notice until the next rest stop. 

His rbf has never been so real. Has actually yelled at every single person in the car, a few of them twice. Ate all the food in the car with no regrets. Has eavesdropped on everyone’s conversations, a bit salty he isn’t up front with mingyu and helping him get there faster cause coups sucks but also kinda happy because mingyu can be just as annoying. 

The next person who breaths to loud is going to get shoved out the window. About to throw coups out of the front seat because of his dumb directions, back seat driving even though he doesn’t know how to drive. One of the people who drew all over hosh, was also trying to draw on people who weren’t asleep. This did not fly. Gave up on that and put headphones on, turned it up super loud then just focused on writing lyrics

Rolled the windows down and made everything fly around; reason #38432 why mingyu made the wrong turn. Actually the loudest person out of all 13 people, like seriously the people around him are wearing earplugs the poor souls. The guy who get half way through the drive and suddenly remembers the ten most important things he needed to pack. 

Designated driver. Did NOT want to be the driver, like he just wanted to sit in the back seat and stare out the window but nope, he is driving, and it’s not like he is used to driving an rv, its much bigger. Between the loud screaming of half the people squished into the rv and coups crappy directions they got lost so many times he’s lost count. Just wants to get there so he can take a freakin nap and eat a good meal. 

Danced in his seat for like fifteen minutes until he knocked wonwoo’s drink out of his hand and split it over everyone. Has roasted everyone under his breath at least three times. Almost made mingyu cry by commenting on his driving. Laughs every time they take the wrong turn. Laughs at everything and everyone. Tbh everyone is just trying to make sure thughao doesnt make an apperance. 

Loud, intense singing to every song, until vernon took over and then he started crying. Told himself he wasn’t going to eat some of the candy vernon got at the last rest stop but he ate about half of it in the end and honestly he doesn’t regret it. Has asked if they were there yet at least two hundred times. Got stuck between woozi and vernon and almost died when the two of them got in a fight over music. Has sassed everyone in the car. 

Somehow got control of the aux cord and poor dino has never heard so many bad words in the same sentence. Catch joshua screaming and covering the babies ears. At one point the music was so loud the rv was seriously shaking. Hasn’t eaten so much sugar since he was in middle school and this is a problem because now he is aggressively dancing in the back seat.  

The poor baby, just trying to make it through the road trip in one piece. Not enough seats and since he is the baby yes, he did have to sit on someone’s lap. Everyone takes turns with him because he is heavy. Woozi almost punched hoshi when he tried to shove chan onto him and poor chan had no control. Most content on shuas lap because he is the one who doesn’t complain as much. Simply just trying to make it through the dang road trip. Did not sign up for this tbh.

But It’s Too Sweet (M)

Sequel to He’s Evil

Genre: Smut
Word count: 3971
Description: After weeks of silence it only gets harder to talk about things done and things left unsaid, but living with regrets of not talking is something neither of you can deal with.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: I started this quite some time ago and couldn’t bring myself to finish, but here it is, finally! I’m not content, as usual, but I really wanted to post this for J-Hope’s birthday even though I really felt like writing something with Jimin today TT. It’s already past midnight in my country, but it’s still baby’s birthday in some places, so happy birthday to the sunshine Jung Hoseok!♥
P.S. Special thanks for all the motivation to a special eonni! :D

Hoseok cursed under his breath as he brushed away his sweat soaked hair in anger and went to pause the music, needing to cool off in silence. He was off rhythm, again. If the other members had still been there, he wouldn’t know how to explain it – he was shocked at himself. That’s precisely why he has been coming up with excuses to do most of the practices by himself. However, he knew Jimin was already catching on and it was only a matter of time when others would start noticing too, as he couldn’t practice for the upcoming concert without the rest of the members.

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Stolen Sweethearts

Pairing: Expensive Headphones (Rich x Michael)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2801

A/N: Okay! This fic is kind weird, it skips around time a lot (from during and after the events in the musical, this is mostly post musical) but please enjoy! Likes are appreciated, reblogs are loved, and nice tags and comments literally make my day! 💖

Jeremy wasn’t so sure when he had realized that he had feelings for his long-time best friend; it was after he and Christine had been dating for a couple of months, he just woke up one day and realized that he’d much rather be holding Michael’s hand and  spending long nights on the phone with him talking video games rather than theatre with Christine. It came to him like a smack in the face- he had spent so long trying to gain the affection of Christine Canigula, and suddenly he’d much rather be with his gay best friend. It wasn’t that he was unhappy or that he didn’t like her- he enjoyed her very much, it’s just that he didn’t want to date her. That was okay, right?

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barelytherenotallhere  asked:

Prompt: chuck clayton vowed to get Betty back for what she did to him, so he decided to humiliate her by doing something to her cheer uniform in the middle of a big crowd, juggie helped her cover up by giving her his flannel shirt...

(This is rather angsty, I’m sorry!! Hope you like it, dear!!! Thank you for requesting! <3)

With hands hidden inside the pockets of his jeans and headphones adorning his neck as usual, Jughead made lazily his way to the central park of their small town, already detecting the hordes of people that filled the historic site from a corner away. Today was a big day for Riverdale.

Today marked the 60th anniversary of the foundation of Riverdale’s very famous and very beloved varsity team, their River Bulldogs, and the town had worn its best to celebrate its athletic stars. Like any other year at this date, every street and every shop were decorated with flags and posters and banners and shiny confetti, all in the colors of blue and gold. Bakers were selling lemon cupcakes with yellow frosting and blue sprinkles, Sheriff Keller was patrolling with only the blue lights flickering on top of his police car, even Pop’s had a special menu for the day, consisting of hotdogs and fries served in blue and yellow wrappers along with a blue raspberry milkshake. The peak of all these festivities was a huge gather around at Riverdale’s Central Park where music, food and dance lasted till the small hours. Yeah, their town was crazy just like that.  

Jughead could always remember himself slouching in a booth as Pop’s at such date, gloomy and grumpy at how ridiculous and pointless such fiestas were in his opinion. However, this year he could feel a tad of excitement run to his system, just like any other high schooler or resident of this town. It wasn’t because the event was a tad bigger this year – sixty years for some reason were a big deal – nor because Chuck Clayton and his gooneys’ squad wouldn’t be the guests of honor, bragging and sporting cocky grins like always – even though that was indeed very satisfying. It was because a certain blonde haired, blue eyed someone could barely hold back her own radiating thrill and wide smile this whole passed week.

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Her First Apartment Ch.6

4770 words. enjoy my lovelies ;3

Rated M for inuhotness kehehehe

His ears flicked at the air, annoyed as he scrambled his brain for something to say to her. They’d been sitting here for five minutes. His brow twitched and his foot threatened to start tapping if he didn’t hurry and think of something.

“How were your finals?”

“Hm? Oh I did alright. I may have to retake biology this summer but grades haven’t been posted yet.”

Kagome was so nervous she wondered if he could somehow smell it, which made it even worse. She wished she could just curl up on the bean bag to her right and not get up until she had to leave in the morning.

“I see.”

That reminds me… “So. Explain the whole technically-not-a-student thing.”

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Cocky (Jungkook College AU)

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook x Reader AU (Gender Neutral)

a/n: wow it’s been a long time. I’M SO SORRY OMFG IT’S BEEN SO LONG HOLY FUCKC. BUT I’M BACK !!!!! also, I’m really not sure whether to continue this or not, to make it a 2/3 part piece but I’m really not sure. Let me know !

type: university/college au, fluff (??), mild angst, romance-ish

word count: 1.7k

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist

The last thing you wanted to do today was to be told that your project deadline was being moved. Moved so that it had to be handed in a week earlier than what your whole class had been told before. Shit, you thought, I really need to focus.

You’d not woken up in the best mood, one of your flatmates had decided to bring around his entire sports team last night, and they’d been extremely noisy and loud until probably around 4am, meaning that you got hardly any sleep and that you woke up late, forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your morning lecture. Just making it in time, you somehow powered through it, grabbing a coffee on the way to your favourite section of the day. The project and drafting room was the other side of the university campus, unfortunately for you, but the coffee kept a spring in your step and you arrived just in time, taking a seat at the side of the room by the door, on a small table away from the bigger round ones, where people all worked on their projects together. 

With being in an art and design course, you didn’t really have to focus too much in the lectures as they weren’t as beneficial and important as the project and workshop things that you had to focus on, so this was your favourite part of the day, and you and your teacher/tutor got on really well. 

The only downside, though, was the cocky bastard that always came in late. There was always only one seat left - next to you. 

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Imagine You Love Peter

Originally posted by sitvistecum

When You Wake Up

Requested By geekyelvenchick

Summary: You love Peter, but everyone else except for him seems to know it. You go on a mission with the guardians, only to try and protect him, injuring yourself by doing so.

Warnings: A little bit of cursing.

Words: 3293+ (i didn’t count the small edits I made here)

A/N: I really love this one and I hope to do a part 2 sometime. I teared up a little bit writing it. I hope you enjoy it <3. Also, some of these I pair up with different songs. If you’re interested, this one would be: So Much by The Spill Canvas (they are life tbh)

You had been traveling with the guardians for maybe five months, after they picked you up from Knowhere, where the people you were traveling with had left you to rot. You could still feel the sting that had left with you.
And it had been an agonizing four and half months since you fell in love with Peter Quill. Half of the time you found yourself cursing the mans existence, and the other half, you found yourself hating yours. It was painfully obvious to the other guardians that you had fallen head over heals for Starlord. But it wasn’t clear to him.
You sat alone in your little chair, holding your head in your hands and biting your lip. God, you were so fed up with your insane infatuation with that man. He barely ever even registered your presence, let alone noticed your feelings.
“You are strange, human,” Gamora said gently, walking over from the ladder and pulling up a seat next to you, “you sit alone most of the time, yet you still find yourself loving someone. How do you feel these things when you’re hardly ever in the same room as the man?”

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Drabble #3 - Yoongi

Word count: 1,100.
Genre: Idolverse, dealing with depression.

I just wantes to cuddle Yoongi okay :,)

You can see the pressure rising on Yoongi’s shoulders like visible weights.

It sounds weird when you vocalize it, like you can see the ghosts hovering over him, whispering all his wrong doing in his ears. Of course, you know he logically knows there’s no real wrong doing and that he’s doing the best he can, but when you’re told the same thing enough times you’ll begin to believe it.

And when the weight on his shoulders grows, Yoongi believes it.

You can see it on him in the form of dark circles beneath his eyes, how his texts become a little lifeless, and the phone calls you share number down. It even comes in the same of tightness around the muscles of his smile.

You watch it, and most of the time you feel helpless. You bring him three meals a day straight to the studio, even if your schedule is insane and your studies take you into many white nights. All the trouble is worth it when you remember that if you won’t do it, your beloved boyfriend will probably not feed at all.

You make an effort to be a constant light in his life, and when he turns blue you try even harder. Even if your day went horrible and you feel like curling into a tight ball and crying – if you came in contact with a burdened Yoongi you were forced to be sunshine.

The problem was, BTS were growing so fast, and Yoongi’s weights doubled. Now the entire world was curious about them, it wasn’t just Korea, just Asia, it was the world. You understood why Yoongi felt like he had to deliver more, stronger, faster, you understood why he became so hollow without the warning you were used to receiving before.

It just dropped on you on a bright day.

You could see in his texts and all the calls he failed to answer, something dropped on him. Asking him what it was is absolutely useless when he reaches this point, the only thing you can do is act.

You picked up dinner from that one place Yoongi really liked, deciding that entering this with the big guns ready and loaded will be the best way to go. You also walked the extra mile and bought scented candles that Yoongi one complimented you on – maybe a nice smell in his studio will help.

Yoongi was in deep when you finally stepped into his studio. His shoulders was pulled up, fist beating his table softly like a metronome – an action he only did when he was overly pissed at the song not being what he wanted it to be.

You moved slowly, first touching his shoulder. On a normal day you’d grab his headphones right away to pull them from his ears and have his entire attention set on you without a second thought. Now you knew you couldn’t, not when he’d snap and bring all his ugly feelings out in the rawest way he possibly can. In the beginning of your relationship you made that mistake a lot, and he always felt like shit afterwards – because he knew he was being shit towards you.

Yoongi’s hands rose and he let the headset drop around his neck. You gave him a few seconds and when he didn’t turn to look at you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the crown of his head. “How are you, babe?”


“Never,” You replied immediately, moving one hand to turn his chair around. He helped you with his feet, but the movements of his body was heavy and you could spot the depression building from behind them. “Can I trouble you long enough to eat?”

Yoongi looked at you, his palms pressing hot against the thin fabric of your shirt. “Anything for you.”

You nod and break apart from him, preparing the meal you brought for the both of you. Yoongi set aside his tools, clearing enough space for the both of you. Usually it takes him longer to set his work aside. You eyed him the entire time you were eating, how his eyes were closing and his movements became more sluggish.


He looked at you, the hand he wasn’t using for his chopsticks present on your thigh as he ate. You covered his hand with the both of yours, bringing it up to press a chaste kiss to it. “Can you give me a bit more time?”

Yoongi laid his chopsticks down, resting his cheek against his hand. His eyes were tired, but he managed one only slightly tense smile at you, “What for?”

“A nap.” Yoongi only blinked in a response, so you allowed yourself to continue, “I have an idea that I want to try out, see how it affects you.”

“Only because I’m curious,” Yoongi pulled up, leaving the mess of your dinner behind him as he made his way to the couch. He bought a bigger one a few months ago, just because you both need space to sleep now.

Yoongi threw himself down on his back, his arm spread off of the couch for you to fit on.

That wasn’t the plan, though.

“Yoon,” He barely managed to open his eyes to look at you as you grabbed his arm. “Scoot to the end.”

He frowned but did as you asked. You quickly climbed behind him, pushing your arm beneath his head. Yoongi remained still, feeling you settling with your entire body pressing against his back. “Why am I the little spoon?”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer. “Because it always feels so protecting and comforting when I’m the little spoon. I’m hoping it’ll help you sleep.”

His head nodded, but Yoongi chose not to say anything. You could feel his head becoming heavier on your arm, like that’s exactly what his body waited for to shut itself down. You used the arm around his waist to draw patterns on his stomach, feeling him huff air out before he pressed his butt back against you.

Yoongi always looked so small next to his members but you were still smaller then him. Your knees didn’t reach the backs of his own, and you wondered if being like this even meant anything when you can’t reach everywhere. Yoongi’s breathing became slower and deeper with each breathe he took, showing you just how affective you were being.

Yoongi might get some dark clouds sometimes, and it was your job to be the sunshine that breaks through. That’s just how it’s meant to be.


Originally posted by hugtae

(Maybe late night studying at the library isn’t so bad anymore.)

slightly inspired by the prompt: “since there’s only one can of energy drink left in the store, which we both need to survive the disgustingly boring lecture we just discovered we both have, how about we share it”

word count: 3,050
note: hi, this is kristen’s first attempt at a scenario aka please excuse this mess. I just love the idea of college!jungkook and I finished this at 3:31am and I’m extremely saddened that this is not real life. shoutout to heungtanbts for unknowingly contributing to this by writing lovely scenarios, which gave me the final push of motivation & confidence to write/post my own!! (check her out)

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Omo #11

{this one is gonna be A LOT different. Here’s how:
1. Not Septiplier, but NatePat (Nathan Sharp x Matthew Patrick)
2. Only LIGHT omorashi, and he doesn’t wet himself completely.
4. Cute and sexy smut ensues afterwards
5. I need to drag this one out a lot, so it’ll be very long.

ENJOY!! Haha holy shit I almost fucking posted this on the wrong account kILL ME}

Let’s set this straight: Nathan didn’t like planes.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of the view of being really high up or anything, he just had a lot of bad experiences with them.

Nathan and Matt were on a 6-hour flight back to America after their trip to Northern Canada. They hadn’t seen each other before this trip in a while since they did FNAF The Musical, so Nathan decided to join Matt on his trip to Canada to finish filming his video for a project he was working on.

The flight had just taken off, and they had just broken through to the clouds. Nathan was cuddled up in a blanket as he looked out the window at the layer of clouds, now being turned shades of pink and orange as the sun began to set.

He sipped the last of his coffee he and Matt had gotten right before the plane took off, since he was a lot slower with drinks than Matt. He then threw away the cup and looked back out the window, hearing Matt chuckle slightly behind him.

“Hey Nate, I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up when they bring those little bags of peanuts or cookies, okay?” Matt said with a laugh. Nathan smiled laughed with him, feeling a slight pressure in his bladder as he did so.

“Alright. Will do,” he responded, ignoring the pressure and watching as the clouds rolled by. He put on his headphones and played music as he watched, stifling a yawn before realizing just how tired he was.

He looked over at Matt and leaned on the older man’s shoulder, snuggling into him slightly before falling asleep.

~about 2 hours later~

Matt awoke to the feeling of something hard on his chest, and looked down to see a head full of black hair pressed into it. He smiled sleepily, pulling Nathan closer and holding him- only because it was so cold. Or at least, that’s what Matt kept telling himself.

He looked down at Nathan’s phone to see him listening to his newest song StopRewind, and smiled to himself. It was a really good song, to be fair. He looked up as a flight attendant offered him a drink and a snack, and he took two of each and shook Nathan awake.

“Hey, Nate… up,” he said softly, smiling as Nathan made a small whimpering sound and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Matt looked at the younger male fondly, handing him the drink and the packet of cookies. Nathan nodded slowly and took them, sipping the drink and sitting back.

“How lon'was I ‘sleep…?” Nathan asked, his voice slightly slurred. Matt shrugged and looked at the clock on his phone.

“About 2 hours? Ish? I dunno, I just woke up too,” He said with a smile, fixing his hair. Nathan nodded, feeling that pressure on his bladder again. He wanted to go while it wasn’t too urgent, but didn’t wanna have to crawl over Matt. He could wait a while.

Nathan looked out the window and started eating his little cookies when a sharp push on his bladder took him by surprise. 'Guess I have to go a lot worse than I thought…’ he told himself, biting his lip and crossing his legs. He tried to distract himself with music and games on his phone, which worked for about another hour.

“Hey Nate, you got an extra blanket?” Matt suddenly asked, snapping Nathan back to reality. Nathan shook his head, thinking for a moment.

“You can take mine, though. I’ll be fine…” he offered, taking off his blanket and handing it to Matt, who shook his head.

“No, it’s yours. I’m okay,” Matt said sweetly, smiling at him. Nathan hesitantly put the blanket back over himself, dropping his phone and wincing as it landed right on his bladder. He yelped and doubled over, cursing under his breath repeatedly as he felt a small spurt go into his jeans.

“Hey, you okay??” Matt asked, his voice laced heavily with concern as he placed his hand on Nathan’s back. Nathan just nodded silently, decided that enough was enough.

“I-I’m fine, just really, REALLY need a bathroom….” he mumbled, crossing his legs tighter and bouncing them as he tried to hold it in.

“You could’ve said something!” Matt said, surprised. He picked up Nathan, obviously taking into account that he couldn’t get up or he would wet himself. Nathan just whimpered and let the older man take him as he squirmed and held himself desperately. He winced as he felt another much bigger spurt go into his jeans, forming a wet spot about the size of a golf ball. When they got back there, Matt closed the door and backed against it as far as possible to give Nathan enough room to relieve himself.

Nathan quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out, sighing and relaxing as he pissed full throttle into the toilet. He moaned softly and bit his lip, closing his eyes as he shifted his hips. He loved the warm feeling that the relief gave him, it even got him slightly hard. He relaxed more as his stream finally stopped after what seemed like hours, tucking his half-hard dick back into his black skinny jeans and turning around to bump into Matt, who he had forgotten was with him.

“Fuck, s-sorry,” Nathan muttered, his face only inches away from Matt’s due to how much shorter he was than the older brunette.

“I-it’s fine…. uhm, you okay now?” Matt asked as casually as possible. Nathan nodded, his dick uncomfortable and awkward in his jeans, but not quite hard enough for Matt to notice. Matt looked down on Nathan, noticing the wet spot on his jeans and blushing. “S-sorry you almost…. uhm…. pissed yourself,” he muttered awkwardly. Nathan looked down, sighing when he saw the spot.

“It’s okay…. I shouldn’t have tried to hold it in so long,” He responded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He looked up at Matt, who’s eyes were clouded with an emotion he couldn’t read. “A-are you oka-”

Nathan was cut off quickly as Matt pressed his lips to the shorter male’s, closing his eyes and kissing him passionately. Nathan made a small whimper as he was pushed backwards, eyes widening as he realized what was happening. He was kissing his best friend.

Nathan held his hands up, squirming as he felt Matt’s hands roam down his back and paw at his ass. Nathan pushed Matt away gently, and found himself wanting more. He wanted more of Matt, more of his touch, more of his affection, more of his body. His cheeks heated up as well as the core of his stomach, and he turned bright red as his cock hardened more and pressed uncomfortable and slightly painful against his jeans.

“I-I’m sorry, I took this the wrong way… fuck- uhm, I’ll-” Matt stuttered, not sure what to say. He then cut himself off as he saw the bulge in Nathan’s lap. He stared down at it until Nathan crossed his legs, wincing at the tightness on his crotch.

Nathan whimpered and squirmed slightly, not sure how to tell Matt he wanted more. 'Hey, I know we’re only friends, but I’m suddenly horny so we should fuck.’ There was no way to say it, so he figured he’d just show it.

He grabbed the collar of Matt’s shirt and pulled him downward, kissing him roughly and grabbing one of his hands. He led the hand down to his crotch and pressed it there, whimpering softly at the touch. Matt pulled up to breathe, looking at Nathan with that clouded look again and Nathan was finally able to place it: Lust.

“Y-you really want this…? Here? Now?” Matt asked. Nathan gave a vigorous nod, his body never wanting to be closer to Matt’s than it did now. Matt nodded hesitantly, kissing him again and running his hands under Nathan’s shirt. The two were making out for about 2 minutes before Matt reached down and grabbed between Nathan’s legs, causing him to gasp and moan quite loudly.

Matt clamped a hand over Nathan’s mouth, kissing and sucking on his neck as he palmed him gently. Nathan was still moaning, though it was muffled now. They hadn’t even been doing this for 5 minutes and he was already so close to cumming in his jeans like a teenager.

Matt just kept palming, loving the sounds Nathan was making. He also loved seeing the young musician so sex-drunk and so needy. He was moaning and whimpering with his head tilted back, eyes closed and hair messy. He had sweat running down the side of his face, and his hips were grinding up into Matt’s hand for more friction and pleasure.

“You look so hot, Nate,” Matt muttered, making Nathan whimper again. “Want more?” Nathan simply nodded vigorously, his body shaking slightly. His stomach was tight, he needed release and he needed it soon.

Matt quickly unzipped and unbuttoned Nathan’s jeans, pushing his damp boxers out of the way before pulling him out and pausing for a moment to admire him. He was definitely above average lengthwise. Matt then got down on his knees and sucked quickly, Nathan moaning and covering his mouth to try and stay quiet.

The plane suddenly jolted a small bit, causing Matt to go farther down on him and almost choke. Nathan just moaned again and whimpered, resisting the urge to fuck Matt’s mouth.

“O-oh, Matt, ahh! G-gonna cum…!” Nathan managed, his voice still muffled by his hand. Matt just sucked harder, smirking and swallowing as Nathan came hard down his throat. He even tasted sweet.

He quickly pulled off, tucking Nathan back into his jeans and leaving the bathroom. Nathan zipped them up and followed quickly, doing the button as he walked down the aisle. He looked around nervously, afraid that someone might’ve heard them, but no one was looking at them weird or anything like that, so he relaxed and squeezed past Matt to his seat.

Nathan smiled to himself and put his headphones back on, closing his eyes and dissolving into the music. Maybe flights weren’t as bad as he thought.


Group Pairing: Hanbin (iKON) x Chubby Reader

Genre: Romance/Fluff

A/N: Hey guys! Before you go on ahead, I would just like to give a shoutout to @kinkybangtan ! She has a chubby reader series with BTS that inspired me to run along with one about iKON (-: before you ask, yes, I did check that it was okay that I did something along the lines of hers (seeing as hers were the ones that inspired me), so before you read please take a moment to check out her page! She’s amazing and so kind you will all love her I guarantee! (-:

(@kinkybangtan ‘s chubby reader fics: Jimin , Hoseok , Jungkook , Yoongi , & Namjoon 


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Yoonkook aka Sugakookie for the ask game~ thank you 💙

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  • Who’s more dominant: Jungkook.
  • Who’s the cuddler: Jungkook.
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Jungkook likes being the little spoon, but he’ll swap with Yoongi if he needs a little extra TLC.
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Making music~
  • Who uses all the hot water: Jungkook.
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: “Jungkook-ah, I’m leaving. You have to get up. If you’re late for work again, it’s not my fault.”
  • Who does most of the cleaning: Yoongi picks up during the week, but Jungkook start the big clean on the weekend.
  • Who has a season pass on their DVR/Who controls the Netflix queue: Jungkook does. Yoongi likes to pretend it’s because he’s indulging the younger one, but really it’s because Jungkook complains about Yoongi’s picks and Yoongi just wants him to be happy.
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Yoongi.
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Jungkook leaves clothes lying around everywhere.
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: Jungkook does. Yoongi will let it go for too long, and he gets cranky if he can’t have milk twice a day. Something about dinner and breakfast without milk just seems unnatural to him.
  • Who remembers anniversaries: They both do, but Yoongi usually won’t say anything unless it’s their year mark. He leaves it to Jungkook.
  • Who cooks normally: They help each other out. Yoongi has more experience manning the grill, but Jungkook’s not bad at it either.
  • How often do they fight: They’re not big on yelling. The two of them let the resentment steep for a long time, then when it becomes obvious something is the matter, they’ll ask, “Okay, spit it out, what’s your deal?” Then it gets hashed out.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: They only answer each other’s text messages. Otherwise their phones are a slew of unanswered messages and missed phone calls. 
  • Nicknames for each other: Outside, in public, Jungkook just calls Yoongi “hyung.” At home it’s a different story; Yoongi really likes it when Jungkook calls him “sugar.”
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Yoongi, but Jungkook treats sometimes. It’s just hard to overcome Yoongi’s reluctance to break from tradition.
  • Who steals the covers at night: Jungkook makes a little nest for himself while he’s sleeping. Yoongi gets pissed when he wakes up cold.
  • What would they get each other for gifts: Yoongi composes songs for Jungkook a lot. Jungkook lays down his vocals and puts them up on Soundcloud. Jungkook likes to look for equipment for Yoongi’s studio. Sometimes Yoongi needs to tinker with it a little bit, get it up and running again, but honestly he likes that shit.
  • Who kissed who first: Jungkook did.
  • Who made the first move: Yoongi, but he was so nervous about it, it can hardly be described as a “move.” 
  • Who remembers things: Yoongi handles the day-to-day responsibilities. By which he means, he’s got all their bills set on autopay. Set it and forget it so he can focus on bigger things. That’s his motto. 
  • Who started the relationship: Yoongi was pretty freaked out asking Jungkook out. He’d never dated anybody who was so much younger than him, but ever since their friends had introduced him, he hadn’t been able to ignore just how well they got along and how much they had in common. Finally, he just bit the bullet and did it.
  • Who cusses more: It’s a toss-up. They both cuss a lot. Jungkook uses it for emphasis and out of excitement. Yoongi uses it because dealing with morons irritates him, and it’s the only way he can cope.
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Yoongi makes fun of Jungkook regularly for coming back from Taekwondo all fucked up. “You’ve been doing this for how many years? Think you’d be better at not getting hit by now.” Jungkook takes it with a grain of salt, because Yoongi takes care of him anyway. When Yoongi’s hurt though, it’s a different story. He’s a bit of a baby, and can’t handle criticism then so Jungkook just buckles down and takes care of him.
  • Who is the dirty talker: Jungkook.
  • A head canon: Yoongi’s got his phone on silent. The beats in his headphones are heavy, driving, but they feel lacking to him. Half-hearted, incomplete. He’s tried everything he can think of: piano, bass, violin, fucking flutes, but nothing fits. Nothing seems right to him. Frustrated, he throws his headphones onto the desk, and rubs his eyes where they’re starting to ache from staring at the screen for so long. Without consciously deciding it, he reaches for his phone, that black rectangle that spends most of the day as an overpriced paperweight, and pulls up the home screen. He doesn’t fuck around; he likes efficiency. Jungkook’s number is saved on the screen: speed dial for the modern age. He hits it and watches the phone do its thing, pulling up the dialer, running the number, reaching out. “Babe?” he hears after a couple rings, “What’s up?” He sighs, “Kook, hey, I just–” “Bad day?” Jungkook interrupts. “Fucking miserable. You?” Jungkook chuckles and replies, “Not as bad. The usual pricks at job one.” “Where you at now?” “Heading to job two. I may lose you in a minute; gotta hit the subway.” After a brief pause Jungkook asks, “So what’s up with the writing? Am I getting another song for my rising Soundcloud career or nah?” Yoongi glares at his monitor as though it’s the technology’s fault that he’s so shit at producing. “Nah, probably…probably not,” he mumbles, “This one’s not working out. It’s…” “Missing something?” Jungkook teases, “You always say that, sugar. Then I give it a listen and it’s all good. You’re just being a self-doubting perfectionist.” “Still…” Yoongi groans, exasperated with himself even after so long. “You want me to listen to it?” Jungkook asks. The idea fills him with relief. “Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, “Yeah, please. You’ve got a good ear.” “Will do,” Jungkook replies. The line begins to crackle. “Babe, uh, I’m heading down now. I’ll see you at home later, okay?” “Okay,” Yoongi replies. “Love you,” Jungkook says. “Same,” Yoongi tells him, but his voice is too soft, too emotional just a single word. They both know what he means. They both know it’s more than just that.

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Calvin X Reader - Distraction - Chapter 2

A/N Hey guys! This took me forever to write so I hope you enjoy! Requested by anon.

Chapter 1

The bell sounded, causing you to look up, having been laying your head in your arms, eyes shut, and trying your best to nap. You stood, watching as the students around you began to pack up their bags and walk out of the classroom, chatting up a storm.

Being new to this school, you didn’t know near enough to take this first test, so Mr. Myers gave you the option to take the test if you were confident, or stay quiet. You chose the latter, having little to know knowledge on the subject, especially since you and Calvin’s last study session didn’t go quite as planned, since you spent hours talking about yourselves rather than world history.

Though you were glad that you had the entire period to sleep, you felt groggy as you stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, and looking back at the desk behind you, a lanky boy passed out in the space.

Rolling your eyes you put your hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly but got no response, just a small murmur from his sleepy lips. Looking at the boy laying there, face wrapped in his arms, you wondered if he had gotten any sleep the night before, seeing he was out cold.

You shook him a few more times to no avail, before finally banging your fist on his desk and calling his name in a final attempt to wake him up, “Calvin! Wake the fuck up. It’s time to go!”

Quickly, the boys head shot up, looking from you to the empty desks around him. At the realization that the school wasn’t under attack, and the world wasn’t ending the boy calmed, letting his body relax, and flashing a glare in your direction.

“What the fuck, [Y/N]? I was sleeping good.” Calvin whined, reaching his arms behind him to stretch out his aching limbs.

You rolled your eyes, and flashed a sly smile, “Well I’m glad you slept good, but its time to go. Did you even finish your test?” you asked, realizing  how the boy had been sleeping much like you, though he had a test to take while you didn’t.

Calvin shrugged, looking done at the paper that had been smashed under his face, the test slightly wrinkled.

“I mean I took it, but I didn’t know anything.” Calvin confessed, standing up, and slinging his book bag over his shoulder.

You gawked at the boy, watching as he picked up his test and walking over to the teachers desk, where he set his paper on top of the stack, you trailing not far behind him.

“You didn’t know anything?” you repeated, shocked by the fact that Calvin didn’t know a single thing about the topic he had been studying for weeks.

Not a week prior, the messy haired boy had taken you to the library to study, and though not much studying got done, you were still surprised to hear that he actually knew nothing about the topic he was supposed to be helping you with.

Following right by his side, Calvin lifted his shoulders in a shrug, walking out of the classroom and into the busy hall, students walking in every direction.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping me that day in the library. How could you help me if you didn’t know anything?” you asked, still perplexed by the situation.

Calvin looked from the hallway in front of him to his side, anchoring his attention on you as you spoke.

“I don’t know. I thought you were cute and you looked confused. Thought I could get to know you or something, I guess.” the boy explained, his face slowly drifting into a light smirk.

You face became hot and you looked to your shoes as the two of you walked towards the building exit, Calvin pushing open the door for the two of you. Though you had some idea of how Calvin felt, it caused your stomach to spin hearing it from his own mouth. You hadn’t known the boy for very long but still even after the first day you knew the brown eyed boy and you clicked.

The two of you walked in silence for a few moments before Calvin stopped in his tracks, causing you to walk forward a bit before looking back at him, in confusion.

“What’s up, Cal?” you asked curious as to why the boy had stopped.

“Do you want to go get some ice cream?” the boy asked, seemingly out of the blue, “There is an ice cream shop no to far down the road.”

Calvin, looked at you with a hopefully look, a smile plastered on his face, overly excited about spontaneous ice cream.

Though you wanted to spend time with Calvin, you thought about the homework you had for your math and health class, face dropping at the thought.

Calvin noticed your shifted in mood and frowned as well, grabbing your hand and swaying your arm in a desperate attempt to swayed your decision.

You took your free hand and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, looking away from the boy now in thought, “I don’t know, Cal. I have a lot of homework, and I just don’t think I have the time.”

“Common, [Y/N]. It’s hot and ice cream sounds so good.” Calvin whined, puckering his lip in a pout, acting as if we was a child trying to persuade his mother into buying him a toy.

You sighed, knowing that Calvin knew you couldn’t say no to him when he acted this way, and though you did have homework, you decided it could wait, just as long as you didn’t stay out too long. Your homework would just have to wait till later.

You sighed having given into the boys begging, mumbling a barely audible “fine”, causing Calvin to physically jump in excitement, his mouth curling into a wide smile.

“Let’s go!” Calvin cheered, pulling you by your hand down the long sidewalk outside of your school.

While you walked, you looked at Calvin, the smile never leaving his face, your hand wrapped in his. Though you had only know the brown eyes boy for a short period you already felt as if he was one of your better friends at this new school. When you had first transferred you were worried you wouldn’t make any new friends, it being in the middle of the year and everyone having already established there friend groups. But Calvin made that fear disappear when he had begun to talk to you, taking you to study, and continuing to pursue a friendship even after. You were just flattered that he even took the time to get to know you, seeing as little to no one else had even bothered.

“So what kind of homework do you even have?” Calvin asked, drawing your attention back to him.

You looked from the sidewalk in front of you, to the boys eyes that starred back at you questioningly.

“Some math and a project for health, I think,” you explained, swaying you and Calvin’s conjoined hands, as you ambled along, regret sliding off your tongue, “I really wish I had started that project sooner, honestly. Its due tomorrow and I didn’t start till last night”

Calvin chuckled to himself, looking to his feet as he walked, his headphones beginning to hug up his neck, “Procrastination is my bitch. I know all about that.” he admitted with a smirk.

You laughed lightly, nudging him to the side in a playful manner.

As you continued walking, the two of you finally approached a small building which looked no bigger that a single room with a sign hanging that read, “Izzy’s Ice Cream”

“Is this the place?” you asked hesitantly, releasing your hand from Calvin’s and approaching the ice cream stand.

Calvin nodded confirming your assumption and followed you to a small window in the stand that was just big enough for you to see inside.

When you looked in you saw lines of what seemed like freezers and a few tins that were filled with clean ice cream scoops. As you continued to scan the area your eyes soon fell on a figure standing in the back of the shop in front of a cash register.

Before you could call to grab their attention the figure whipped around to reveal a small woman who looked to be in her late 60’s seeing as her hair was graying and wrinkles were painted across her face. Her attire also screamed old fashioned as she sported a plain printed dress, covered by an apron, spotted with small faded ice cream cones, and short heeled shoes.

As she approached, the sound of her heels clicking as she walked across the tiled stand, you looked outside the shop to see a large poster that named every type of ice cream the shop served, pictures accompanying each name.

“Hey y'all, I’m Izzy. What can I getcha?” the woman sang with a thick southern drawl.

You looked to Calvin, his eyes plastered on the poster. He seemed to be thinking deeply, his finger placed on his face as he thought before smiling and looking towards Izzy.

“Could I get a scoop of birthday cake ice cream on a normal cone?” he requested, teetering on his heels as he stood, looking into the woman’s gleaming eyes.

Izzy nodded before turning towards you a smile still plastered on her face.

“Um, just a scoop of strawberry ice cream please,” you decided before stammering, “Oh! With sprinkles on top please.”

Izzy nodded again before turning her back to the two of you and walked over to a freezer in the back, grabbing a ice cream scoop as she made her way.

As you watched the woman do her job, you felt Calvin nudge you causing you to look at him, a smile spread across his face but his eyes still locked on the shop.

“What?” you questioned, eyebrows narrowing as you chuckled.

Calvin just smiled wider before muttering, “Loser, likes sprinkles.”

Your face dropped before you processed what Calvin had said, causing you to hit him playfully.

“Yeah and you like birthday cake ice cream. Who’s the real loser, here?” you bit back, a smile dangling on the corner of your lips, and your arms crossed across your chest.

Calvin just smiled back, rolling his eyes before turning to see Izzy approaching the counter once again, but this time with two cones in her hands.

“Here, you go love birds. I hope you enjoy.” Izzy chimed, and hands a cone to each of you, in exchange for a handful of money from Calvin.

You grinned back at the woman, a light blush creeping upon your cheeks before turning around and looking out into the road behind you, a small parking lot separating you from the on coming cars.

You brought the ice cream to your lips, sticking out your tongue for a taste test. As your tongue met cold cream the flavor overtook your mouth and you couldn’t help but lick at the dessert a few more times before looking to Calvin, who also had his face engulfed in ice cream.

The sides of Calvin’s tipped up in a smile, licking his lips, removing the remaining ice cream that surrounded his mouth.

“You hear that [Y/N]? We’re love bird.” Calvin teased, putting his mouth back to his ice cream as he chuckled.

You laughed along with him, still blushing from the woman’s statement. Though you and Calvin weren’t together you still felt like there was something there and though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, ‘love birds’ did have a nice ring to it. You had only known Calvin for a short period of time but still, you felt as if he could be something more than a friend, even if it was just for a short while. You could use a presence like him in your life.

“You wish,” you muttered into your cone, continuing the joke.

Calvin just rolled his eyes once again before taking his hand in yours and beginning to walk back towards the school, occasionally bringing his mouth back to his cone.

As the two of you walked, it was silent but comfortable, and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to look at Calvin, and notice things you wouldn’t have the chance to on a normal day. You noticed how his hair framed his face perfectly around his hat, how broad his figure was compared to your small frame, and how his nose pointed to the sky as if he were an elf, your eyes scanning him up and down. Taking the time to notice the small things really made you feel things for the boy that you couldn’t say you’d have the ability to feel for anyone else, and you wanted to take full advantage of that.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Calvin say your name, it sounding so much prettier out of his mouth, causing you to look up at him, diverting your attention away from your half eaten cone.

“Do you think we could do this again sometime?” Calvin asked, licking the side of his cone as the ice cream was starting to dribble.

Your heart jumped at the offer and you turned to him, with a toothy smile and exclaimed, “Of course! This was really fun. Maybe one day I don’t have homewo-”

You cut yourself off as you felt a drip of water hit your forehead, causing you take your hand away from Calvin in attempted to rub the moisture from your skin, but moments after another drop replaced the first.

Before you could get a word in inch wise, the drops almost instantly began to fall at a constant rate, catching both you and Calvin off guard. You looked at the boy, a face spewing disbelief, the two of you now standing in the middle of the rain.

“Great.” is all you could mumble, before trying your best to cover yourself from the drizzle, pulling your 15 pound backpack over your head, in a poor attempt to save your hair.

Calvin just laughed as he watched you struggle, putting no ounce of effort into staying dry, just letting the rain fall upon him, a smile spread across his damp face.

Feeling there was no way you could shield yourself, you gave up throwing your backpack over your shoulders and looking at your now mangled cone, having been covered in rain water and previously you mauled by your mouth.

“Fuck it,” you deadpanned, through the ice cream into a near-by trashcan that sat outside a news paper stand.

“Come on. Lighten up, [Y/N]. Don’t let a little rain ruin your day.” the brown eyed boy urged, approaching you slowly.

As he walked up to you, you could feel your breath hitch in your throat, his eyes looking from your eyed to your lips. Only inches from your face, your body becoming stiff. The boy bend down a bit, leaning his head forward towards your ear, a smirk resting between his cheeks as he did so.

“Bench is base. Your it.” Calvin muttered to you, tapping your shoulder before dashing off, dropping his cone as he ran. You stood still for a few seconds, jaw having dropped in disbelief.

Looking in Calvin’s direction you saw him stop running and look towards you, motioning with his hand for you to follow.

You smacked your lips and began to run after him, splashing in new formed puddles, as you ran down the sidewalk towards the boys, looking towards the sky as the ran hit your face.

Watching you catch up, Calvin turned around once again and sprinted back into a full speed run, his backpack hitting his back every time his feet met the pavement.

Though you were still far behind you could feel yourself gaining ground, and this only motivated you to run faster though you could feel your lungs beginning to burn, and your muscles growing tired.

Once your school came into view you noticed you were only a few yards away from Calvin and he noticed as well, seeing as his head was propped on his shoulder, looking back at you, his expression scared.

You could see the benches now, closer to the boy then ever before, your legs burning and close to giving out, but still you pushed on. Just as you felt yourself about to be within arms length of him, Calvin turned, cutting through the court yard towards the benches, leaving your arm extended but now nowhere near him as he touched the first bench and turning around to watch you slow to a stop.

“I’m safe!” Calvin cheered, expelling and inhaling air rapidly.

Both of you now stood in front of the benches, both breathing heavily, and soaked from head to toe. You could feel your hair clinging to your face, and could see it on Calvin’s, his exposed hair drenched, and pressed to his forehead in every direction.

You let out a breathy laugh, before putting your hands in front of you, proclaiming defeat.

“Okay, okay. You win.” you confirmed, blinking a few drops of water from your eyes, a smile never leaning your face.

“What’s my prize then?” the brown eyes boy asked, smirking lightly. You thought for a moment but had little time to think before Calvin continued, “A kiss?”

Your stomach twisted as Calvin spoke, and you could feel yourself burn fire red, watching as Calvin approached you once again, his eyed diverting slowly from your lips to your eyes, his own filled with desire.

Now only inches from your face, he began to lean in, his eyes floating shut, as well as yours. Just as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes you felt your lips meet Cavlin’s and him kiss you softly, taking a hand and holding one side of your face for support. The word around you became a blur as kiss deepened and the two of you stood in the pouring rain, Calvin moving his lips in rhythm with yours, before you moved your hands to Calvin’s jaw. Your hands resting there, feeling the wet tips of Calvin’s hair brush against them, as the two of you held your lips together.

After a few seconds you felt Calvin pull away and your eyes fluttered open to meet his soft brown ones, a light smile on his face, and a blush across his cheeks. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like hours though only seconds, before you felt a harsh buzz in your back pocket that caused you to jump.

Quickly, you yanked your phone from your back pocket, to see “mom” plastered on the screen. Instantly panicking as you read the name, you slid your finger across the scream and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hey mom… Yes I’m at school… With Calvin…” You spoke slowly, looking down at your shoes and placing your free hand to your lips where Calvin’s had sat just moments ago, “I know… I’m sorry. I’ll get going right now… See you… Bye.”

Once you pressed the large red button on the screen, you looked up at the boy in front of you and shrugged, your mouth now slanted in disappointment.

“Hey, I gotta go. Mom’s order, but I’ll text you tonight.” you explain to Calvin, shifting your book bag on your back.

“Alright. Well see you tomorrow,” Calvin huffed with a slight wave, “I had a really good time.”

You nodded turning your back to the boy, before looking back for just a moment longer, looking at the boy before rushing up to him and placing a light kiss on his lips, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and looking into Calvin’s soft eyes.

“I did too. Thanks for the ice cream by the way. We should do that again sometime.” you suggested before smiling lightly, and walking away from the boy and towards your parking spot, in the large school parking lot, nothing more than Calvin and how his soft lips fit perfectly together with yours on your mind.

I’m Always Waiting For You // Chris Evans x Reader

Hello! Request from anonymous (soon so so sorry it’s late!! I hope this lives to your expectations) P.S. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! just give me a shout with a message or private ask :) love you All!  

Chris had the hours being counted down on his phones lock screen and check each time he got a chance to seize it from his assistant Jaimie.

“Dude! You gotta chill with this thing!” Jaimie said, chuckling at my distress as he hid my phone from me. “What’s got cha worked up Cevans?” He heard Downey coming from behind him and sighed, he didn’t need this right now.

“Nothing! I just wanna check my texts-”

“Well here ya go, there’s one from you’re agent, you’re brother, you’re mom-” RDJ interrupted Jaimie’s roll call, “this list is amusing me, please go on.” Chuckling he did, making my ears steam from anger and also angst.

“Just give me the damn time, Jai.” Before Jaimie could list the last name of messengers to him. He looked up and saw real desperation on his best friends face, and tossed it too him. Chris mumbled a thanks before hitting call on the last name, walking to his dressing room inside the studio.

“Can I have a twenty minute break? I need to- check on my kids?” Downey said loudly to Joss. Joss gave him a nod, and told everyone they could have twenty minutes to work on any kinks they needed fixed.

Always so inquizitive, Robert was so confused seeing him upset for a simple time request. Chris wasn’t a loose cannon like Robert, in all honesty. He kept his temper under control until it came down to two things: His family; and his girlfriend. Robert knew this was more than just some “did I get the job?” time call, it was important.

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sadrienagreste  asked:

“Oh my god you just screamed ‘SO WHAT IF I LIKE YOU WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?’ at the top of your lungs in a very crowded restaurant and how about for starters I take you home and get you sober???”

A/N: I didn’t know which pairing you wanted so I did heartrate?? 

And this is actually longer than I expected so it’s under the cut. Some cursing is present fyi

Enjoy! :)

The night sucked.

Because for one, Alix was stuck in a ridiculously long line just to get a freaking burger and she was tired, she was hungry, and she didn’t feel like cooking anything that her almost empty cabinets offered her in her crappy apartment.

And two, was because, who in their right mind brought their screaming children to a fast food restaurant at two in the morning when every other restaurant was closed? They should be sleeping for god sake, not licking the grease off their fingers like she, a grown ass adult of her early twenties, was about to do because she deserved doing that and the peace and quiet she thought she was going to have.

But nope.

Not at all.

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A/N: Alright you lovely people, this is my first NaLu fic in a really long time. I’ve had a lot of personal shit going on so I can no longer post my stuff to FF.net (I know it seems stupid…but I can’t) so I haven’t been writing them much.

Thank you for 800+ followers again. This one’s for @whatsamemer​. It’s mostly just a fluffy drabble.

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Prompt(s): NaLu, Secret Dating

Summary: On her way to a blind date, Lucy rants to her hot-headed, boyfriend about having to indulge her silver-haired friend’s persistent matchmaking. Of course if she’d just announce they were seeing each other, this wouldn’t have to happen. Modern AU. NaLu. OneShot. Complete.

“Well, you’re the one that didn’t want to tell people.”

“I know!

Lucy pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. She knew she didn’t want to tell anybody that she was seeing someone, and that if she did then they would stop roping her into blind date after blind date. She knew that if she just came out with it and introduced him to her friends, then this would all stop and she wouldn’t have to drag herself out of her apartment and down to a restaurant every weekend.

She was more than aware that this was her own doing, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“I know,” she whispered. “I just…”

“Are you ashamed of me or something?”

Lucy’s heart leapt, “NO!”

“Then, why—”

“I’m just…not ready. I don’t want to have to deal with other people involving themselves in this,” she sighed.


She could almost hear the smirk in his voice.


Lucy’s gaze darted back and forth between the cars on the road, and the lights at the crosswalk. The noise from traffic didn’t help with her hearing Natsu over the phone, so she wedged her earbuds in tighter and turned up the volume a few ticks.

She wished he was here right now. His smiling face always cheered her up and made her feel all warm inside—not that she’d ever tell him that, he’d just make fun of her and chase her around the house to tickle her—and she wanted nothing more than to be able to just be out in the open with him.

But her friends always wedged themselves into every other aspect of her life. For once she wanted something that was just hers for a little while before getting them involved, and Natsu…

Oh god, Natsu.

He was such a dork, but smarter than people gave him credit for. He was so simple minded with what he wanted, yet able to understand others on such a level you’d think he’d known you for years.

Didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

Really easy on the eyes.

…again, not that she’d ever tell him that. The cocky grin that’d show up on his face would kill her.

“Yeah…I bet. From what you’ve told me she loves playing matchmaker about as much as Erza loves cheesecake.”

The light turned green and Lucy shuffled across the intersection. It was a busier part of Fiore, she didn’t like walking around there much, but she was supposed to meet this guy at Mira’s work and unfortunately the restaurant was in the heart of downtown.

“Yeah. She’s super sweet, but really scary when you screw up or mess with her family,” Lucy snickered, remembering what Elfman had done the last time a guy had messed with his sister. Not that he’d needed to since Mira had taken care of him on her own, but he kicked the living crap out of the guy anyway.

She heard Natsu laugh and she smiled. “Yeah, that’s Erza for you…only, minus the sweet part.”



Fairy Tail came into view, and Lucy’s stomach dropped. Any other day she’d be happy to be eating there. The food was great and the atmosphere was so accepting of so many different people…but…

“Natsu?” she asked softly, slowing her pace.


She swallowed. “I really don’t want to do this.

She heard him sigh on the other end of the phone, “Yeah me neither.”

“It feels wrong.”

“I know, Luce.”

The blonde bit her lip, reopening the flesh from the night before. When Mira had told her she’d set her up on a date for today, the guilt that she’d felt was overly consuming and the inside of her mouth was paying the price for it.

She stopped at the front doors, unable to make herself go in.

Natsu’s voice filled her ears. “It’ll be alright, Luce. I’ll see you soon, oka—”

“What if she’s prettier than me?”

Lucy covered her face with her hands though he couldn’t see her. She’d never been self-conscious before Natsu, so this was all new to her. If she caught her other boyfriends checking out another girl or going out for drinks or something, she didn’t care. 

But Natsu was different…she didn’t want to think about him thinking about another girl and her being pretty.

“I..I mean…just…uh…” she stuttered, trying to find her voice.

On the other end of the phone, Natsu burst out laughing. Normally she loved hearing him laugh, but right now it was irritating.

“Not funny, Natsu,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around her torso. She shifted from foot to foot staring at the double doors. She didn’t want to go in.

“Lucy…” he said huskily.

She shuddered at his tone.

Nobody else is as beautiful as you are. You shine with the light of a billion stars.”

The blonde’s eyes widened and she had to pull out her phone to check that she was really on the phone with him and hadn’t intercepted another person’s line. He sounded like Natsu, and said he was Natsu on her phone…

But he never said things like that.

“Also, I love it when you blush.”

Aaaaand he was back to embarrassing her.

“I’m not blushing,” she muttered, pressing the backs of her hands to her reddened cheeks in an attempt to cool down.

“Liar. You’re blushing so hard I can hear it through the phone.”

 She took a deep breath and pressed the home button on her phone to check the time.

She was supposed to be inside in two minutes.

“I’m here…I gotta go.”

“Yeah, my date’s just about here too.”

She went to hang up the phone, but paused.



“I…” she trailed off. 


She shook her head, “Nevermind, I’ll see you soon.”

“Sooner than you might think.”

She blinked as the call ended and her brow furrowed. Shaking the confusion off, she pulled her headphones from her ears and shoved her phone in her pocket before pulling at the handle of the double doors. The anxiety in her stomach nearly crippled her with each step into the restaurant as she looked around for Mira.


The blonde flinched as Mira bounded up to her, an ecstatic expression on her face.

“I’ve been so excited about this one! Erza and I—”



Grabbing her wrist, Mira dragged Lucy around the corner and through the restaurant toward the windows.

“He’s so nice, a little dorky, but he works—”

Lucy’s stomach dropped as a table at the window came into view. Her date was dressed in black with his back to her…

But she’d know that pink hair anywhere.

That jerk.

Pulling Lucy around and situating her in front of her date, Mira pulled the man up and bounced on her heels.

“Lucy, this is—”

“Natsu,” she breathed.

The cocky grin that spread over his face made her heart leap and stomach sink at the same time.

She was so going to kill him later.

“Dragneel,” he smirked. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

A brief squeal from Mira registered itself in her ear before the hostess walked away, not that Lucy really noticed anyway.

She was too busy thinking about how to kill him.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Lucy frowned. “Did you know that—”

He shook his head and cut her off, “No. Not until you walked by the window.” He gestured out the glass to the front entrance where she would’ve been standing just moments before entering the restaurant.

He glided around the table, pulling her chair out for her and tucking her in before sitting down himself.

“So apparently, Mira and Erza are friends or something?” Lucy raised an eyebrow.

Natsu scratched the back of his neck, looking a little nervous, “Yeah…looks like it.”

“Who woulda thought, huh?” She snickered, shaking her head.

“Makes a lot of sense though…they are a lot alike.”

Lucy nodded, biting her lower lip.

“So…“ he started, “glad it’s me?” A devilish grin broke out over his face, eyebrow raised in question.

The blonde sighed in relief, head falling into her hands. “You have no idea.”

“Still worried about her being more beautiful?”

Lucy peered through her fingers, involuntarily smiling back at him. 

He was contagious.

“About as worried as I am about whether or not this date is going to go well,” she smirked, playfully.

“Sooo,” Natsu pursed his lips, leaning back in his chair. “Not at all?”

The blonde laughed as he reached across the table to pulling a have from her face and weaving his fingers through hers.

“No,” she said softly. “Not at all.”

She wasn’t gunna lie, the thought of having to establish her relationship with Natsu was nerve wracking. A part of her wished that she could keep him to herself a little longer.

A bigger part of her, however, was excited—and that part didn’t mind.

Not at all.