my part time job is better than yours

The Way I Feel Inside (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 to The Way I Feel Inside

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff? idk

Word Count: 1914

A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!

Originally posted by cast-away-my-doubt

It started with the room.

You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.

The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.

From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.

“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”

“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.

For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”

“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”

You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”

Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”

You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”

“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”

“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”

Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.

“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”

“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”

“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”

He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.

Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.

You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.

“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.

He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”

“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.

He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.

(Eggsy POV)

I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.

She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.

Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?

Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.

“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”

Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…

I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.

Man… I had mucked this up big time.

(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)

You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.

Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.

Picking up  your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.

“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”

You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”

(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)

You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.

Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.

Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.

He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.

Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.

“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”

Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.

“Et toi, belle femme?”

May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.

“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”

“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.

And I am Rupert,” he introduced.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.

In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.

When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.

“How long have the two of you been together?”

Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.

“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.

You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.

You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.

He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.

No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3

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Goldilocks || 06

Happy kind of early 700 followers! How?! I only reached 600 last week. You guys spoil me. As thanks, here’s 6.4k of “pure,” unadulterated Goldilocks.

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, hand job, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Wait, random arguments about ass? Or just like, getting mad about nothing? Because one of those is definitely better than the other.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. Special thanks to @echo-writes

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Taehyung’s room, too hot.

Jimin’s room, too cold.

You flop onto the empty sofa. Just right.

While you love Taehyung and his bed, there is a strong possibility that you would give your nonexistent left testicle to kick out Jungkook and sleep here again. Couch is love. Couch is life. You contemplate taking a nap while you have the house to yourself, but then you smell it, something that is awfully, unmistakably him.

You roll sideways, onto the floor, almost hitting the coffee table.

He’s contaminated it.

Jungkook has gone and rubbed his stupid smell all over your precious couch-bed. Not that you… know what he smells like. You cringe. Spending a third night in Taehyung’s bed might not be so bad after all. If you just down another dose of god knows how old NyQuil like the past two days, at least you’ll be spared the horror of another wet dream.

Besides, you’d probably have to fight Jungkook for the couch anyway. Then again, maybe you could shove the golden haired muscle pig into Jimin’s room. That would take care of two problems.

The sound of jingling keys pulls your attention to the entryway. It’s too early for Jimin to be home from work and Jungkook can’t get in without someone unlocking the door for him (maybe there’s still a chance you could “accidentally” leave him outside at some point). So the logical conclusion is, Taehyung is home from school early.

You’re pretty sure he had an exam today, but because your friend is surprisingly one of those people who can get a solid 95% without reading the textbook, studying, or even attending lectures in some cases, he probably finished in less than twenty minutes. Classic Tae. Technically, you’re not supposed to be home either, but your first class was canceled despite having spent all weekend slaving away, shut inside the bathroom on Jimin’s laptop to finish writing your essay.

The bathroom? Yes. Don’t judge yourself. What were you going to do? Continue suffering in Jimin’s room? Move to Taehyung’s and get distracted by the mess that would even put a garbage dump to shame? Or worst of all, confront Jinglekook in the living room or kitchen?

So there you found yourself, in the bathroom hunkered under a layer of blankets in the bathtub and on a throne of pillows, telling all three guys to “fuck off- go piss on a tree” whenever they came knocking. The only time you let them in was the rare occasion you had to leave for important things like food or when you left for a four hour shift at work on Sunday.

You were being difficult, yes.

But if a certain someone hadn’t taken your beloved couch, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back to hit a very excited looking Taehyung in the shoulder. Leave it to him to make an entrance.

“I’m home early~ before everyone else~” he playfully sings to himself. You contemplate telling him you’re here, but then, “Gonna go watch porn~ with the volume on~”

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ALRIGHT FUCK IT I’M POSTING THIS

so, because hs ruined my sense of right and wrong, i decided i was going to write some blackrom prinxiety. for the unitiated, blackrom is essentially when you love to hate someone and also kinda want to make out with them. so, there is going to be harsh language, a bit of violence, that kinda stuff. if any of that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this. 

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Nouveau Départ  | 02

Originally posted by jjeonguk

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 4.5k

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”      


“You look like shit.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s bluntness makes you smile a little—even through your sleepy state. You’ve stayed up for so many hours, doing research for the school’s dumb debate team. Now you were enervated and restless due to your now-disturbed slumber pattern.

“Alright, good you acknowledge it—but would you like to explain why?” the terrible audio of the facetime feature does his soothing voice no justice, but you can still make out what he’s trying to say.

“No,” you sigh and continue. “But I don’t want you to threaten to spank my ass even if you’re pretty fucking far away from me right now.”

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Safe: Stiles Stilinski

requested: by @holyfuckloueh

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader!McCall

word count: 1.3k

warnings: the most minor swearing, cuddles, and season 3A spoilers

summary: After all these years, Agent Rafe McCall decides to come back into his kids’ lives mostly to investigate the recent murders that occurred in Beacon Hills. Unfortunately, you and Scott don’t take it too well, and you head to your best friend, Stiles Stilinski, for support.

a/n: I rewatched episodes 3x11 and 3x12 to better remember what it was like when Agent McCall came back. Truthfully, I miss season 3 Stiles… can we get him back for 6B?

also I miss Isaac Lahey too much

“By the way,” Scott spoke, watching as you grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, “Dad’s back.”

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The BMC boy friends barista fanfic nobody asked for

Yep you heard right a fluffy boyf riends coffeeshop!AU which you can find on AO3 or under the cut!

Name: The way he looked like they were best friends    
Rating: General
Fandom: Be More Chill
Ship: Jeremy/Michael(boyf riends)
a college/coffeeshop/internet friends/no squip AU
Summary: Jeremy and Michael have been best friends since they met each other while playing a shitty game online.
Even though they have never met each other they tell each other everything, that includes meeting the cutest barista they have ever seen.

Chapter 1/?

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Wedding Plans, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Second part to ‘Backstage’ + First Date + Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 1352

Author’s Note: Been awhile since a full fic! Thanks for the patience! So…I got a job. Don’t know how this will affect my writing, hopefully it doesn’t?

Warnings: None? I think?

Askbox | Masterlist | Part onePart three | Part four


It took less than an hour for Lin to send a rather lengthy and detailed text to you. You had to assume he got your number through Daveed.

From: Lin

Hey, Lin here! Usually lunch is better for me, now that I think about it. Although, I guess it depends on the day…If we decide on lunch, what time would work for you? I’m sure your schedule is insane. Anything before 1 is fine with me. What do you like to eat? I mean, I know food is probably a good guess…are you a soup or sandwich person? OR BOTH? I’m sorry about all the questions, it’s very late and you make me very nervous…I’m going to end this before I say something stupid (I guess it’s too late for that - I accomplished stupid by starting with ‘Hey, Lin here!’). Okay…bye.

From: Lin

This is Lin, by the way. Pathetically asking for a date. You can always say no, by the way. No pressure. You’re just really beautiful and I promise I won’t be this weird in public.

To: Lin

Considering I’ve spent the last few weeks mostly watching re-runs of Friends, I’d say my schedule is rather open. Especially compared to yours. Lunch sounds great, I guess I’m a soup and sandwich person? What do you think that says about me? You should probably get to sleep and we can talk about this more tomorrow.

To: Lin

You’re not the only nervous one here, just to let you know.

To: Lin

This is Y/N, by the way.

You met him for lunch at a diner a few blocks away from the theatre. He told you he had a feeling the lunch would last much longer than either of you intended, and he wanted the theatre to be close by, just in case.

He ordered soup and half a sandwich, you ordered a burger. You promised you would share your fries when the food came and he looked immensely jealous.

Conversation was easy and light-hearted, mostly aimed at the fact that he was rather nervous, and you confessed that you were as well.

“I make you nervous?” He laughed, reaching over to steal another fry, “How?”

“For one, you’re a fry stealer.” You playfully swatted his hand away from your plate, “Secondly, I think you drastically underestimate yourself,” You sipped at the straw of your drink, watching his face heat up with pride, “You’re hot.” You said simply.

He sputtered out a response as a waitress came along with the check and a few boxes. He took care of the check before you could protest. You let him, with a feeling in your stomach that you could pick up the tab the next time the two of you went out.

With take out boxes in your arms, he offered to take you to the theater, thinking you would probably want to catch up with Daveed and some of the other cast members before the show.

He escorted you through the busy streets you had yet to get used to, weaving around bodies moving not nearly fast enough for your liking.

The roar of the crowd outside the RIchard Rogers escalated as the two of you approached. They were able to connect the dots rather quickly, his hand in yours tugging you along, the matching take-out boxes. It was obvious the two of you had gone out together.

He told the crowd he would be out after the show, and he had a short discussion with the doorman as a few people asked for pictures.

You were thankful none of them asked of the nature of your relationship with Lin, as you really didn’t know how to answer a question like that. Were you dating? Could you consider one lunch together as ‘dating’? His eyes met yours and he gestured for you to follow him through the stage door.

Most of the cast was already there, conversing and lightheartedly getting ready for the show. With a few hours until places, they were still rather relaxed and in no rush. That meant they were all very happy to see you trailing after Lin into the building.

Daveed was quick to embrace you and show you around his dressing room, which he shared with Oak. It was nicely decorated and simple, and he hastily shut the door and sat you on the couch, him and Oak in their respective chairs.

“What’s going on, guys?” You chuckled nervously, your hand finding a Jefferson-inspired pillow and clutching it to your chest.

“Did you just come back from a date with Lin?” Daveed asked, leaning forward in his seat in anticipation.

“We had lunch,” You answered, but that seemed to be enough for celebration. They each fist bumped, cheering in happiness.

“Flower girl. I’m calling it. I have a lot of experience.” Oak said, patting you on the shoulder, the most bro-esque gesture you have ever received from someone else.

“Flower girl for what?”

“Your wedding, obviously.”


Chris had already cornered Lin in his dressing room, carefully interrogating Lin on the nature of your relationship and the events of the date. Pippa and Renee stood behind him with knowing smiles on their faces.

“I took her to the diner, we talked, we had lunch.” Lin said casually with a shrug, moving around the room to clean any mess incase you decided to walk in. All three people raised their eyebrows in anticipation of more, “She called me hot.”

The room erupted in cheers. Chris looked so proud he could burst.

“We need to become her best friends. If we’re not in their wedding, I will go on a rampage.” Renee whispered to Pippa, before launching into fantastic details of how it would work out.

A knock sounded at the door and you peeked your head in.

“Can I come in?” You asked, pushing the door open further. With no protest against it, you stepped in as the three of them excused themselves. They all glanced at you with excited smiles on their way out.

Pippa gave you a look that said ‘We have things to discuss.’

“So, Daveed and Oak suggest a Fall-time wedding. Orange everywhere. Pretty sure they have a gown picked out for me already.” You joked, plopping onto his couch. He let out a huff of air, leaning against his desk, crossing his arms.

“Damn, Pippa insists on a Winter wedding. Red everywhere.”

You looked up at him with a smile, patting the seat next to you. The couch shifted as he took it, eyes never meeting you.

“There’s no pressure, right?” You asked, settling your head into his neck, eyes glancing around the room, absorbing everything you could.

“There is.” He answered honestly, “Does that scare you? I mean, we have only been on one date.”

“Not scared. Nervous.” It was a word you had thrown back and forth a few times now. You wondered if the feeling you deemed as ‘nervous jitters’ in the pit of your stomach was something else completely.

“‘Cause I’m so hot?” He looked down at you with a joking smirk.

“That’s certainly part of it,” You paused, testing the atmosphere of the room, “Our relationship will be very public if we decide to have one. We’ll be on different schedules.”

“Those are the cons. What are the pros?” He leaned back on the couch, slinging his arm back to be around your shoulders.

“I like you.” You nuzzle deeper into his side.

“I like you, too.” He answered, head falling back so he could watch the ceiling fan turn, “I think it’s decided, then.”

“Me too. I have to go. Break a leg tonight.” You pecked his cheek with a kiss, moving to collect your purse and towards the door.

“No goodnight kiss?” He whined.

“It’s lunch-time. Take me out to dinner and we’ll talk.” With that, you confidently strode out of the building, saying a few goodbyes and getting a few knowing looks on your way out.

If anyone asked if you were dating, you now had a good answer for them.

Birthday Dinner

Title: Birthday Dinner

Pairing: Gabriel x female!Winchester!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: fluff, Michael and Lucifer being assholes for a minute (probably not even a warning since its normal for them I guess)

Summary: For once in your hunters life you want a normal birthday dinner with both you family and your boyfriends. Since you’re a Winchester dating an archangel that turns out to be quite an interesting affair to handle.

(A/n: Happy Birthday @cas-backwards-tie! This is for you. I hope you have an amazing day and that all your (birthday) wishes may come true!!! <3 )

Originally posted by bucky-hackneyed



“Ready for dinner love?” Gabriel stood behind you making eye contact through your mirror reflection. Your favourite archangel had a loose smile when his whiskey colour eyes met yours lovingly. For a moment you both held eye contact, before he straightened his shoulders his soft eyes turning determined. “You sure you want this?”

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Deranged

Characters: EXO

Warnings: Some vulgar language, and mentions of many forms of abuse, suicide, mental health issues, etc.

Word Count: 6.2k

You can read the next part here and the third part here.

The sound of my heels clicking against the floor echoed throughout the halls. I had an iPad in hand, as well as a cup of coffee and a Minella file. The building my office is in isn’t part of the actual hospital, rather a sister-building located relatively near the hospital. It housed mainly specialists, and also therapists such as myself. I entered the floor my office is on, saying good morning to a passing doctor I was surprised to see.  The other good part of this building is that it isn’t crowded in the least, especially around where my office is. My office is off by itself down a short hallway. You wouldn’t come down that way unless you were coming to my office, that’s one of the things I liked about it. My patients like the privacy, they liked that they knew only the two of us were around to hear.

A man named Suho is my most avid patient. On his good days, he had this motherly vibe to him. He always worried about everyone else when he’s the one he should be worried about. I met him around two weeks after being here. He was admitted to the main hospital when I first met him, he has since then been released but he still comes to see me quite often. While staying in the hospital for his three months, he saw countless therapists but none of them had even gotten him to look at them. After many therapists failed, they brought him to me. It took a few days, but I finally cracked into his shell.

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Some KS interactions bc why not

“…Sakura isn’t the type of person to brag about her strength or hurt others…”

“…that’s the kind of sweet girl you are…”

“…you were trying to kill Sasuke on your own, weren’t you Sakura?…”

“…there’s no reason for you to shoulder this burden by yourself…”

“…the ability to gather chakra from every part of the body and then using it with great timing, in just that she’s above Sasuke…”

“…medical jutsu plus amazing strength… no, that’s not all. Because Sakura was originally a genjutsu type. She may become an even better ninja than the Fifth…”

“…Sakura… sorry…”

“…This is my job! Sakura get out of here…”

“…wha…what insane power!…”

Unprofessional Services: Chapter 2

Read on AO3.
Part 1 here.
Part 3 here.

Summary: Your first meeting with Commander Ren goes just as well as you would have expected. Okay, no, that’s a lie. You expected it to go at least three times better than this.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Kind of angsty maybe?

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Yay! New chapter up! I want to see if I can do a thing where I publish chapters of my fics alternating weeks. One week, Little Bird, the next, Unprofessional Services. We’ll see! I’m feeling a lot better, recently, but I am starting a second job, so… YEAH!

Anyway, that’s my second chapter! Thanks so much for your feedback on the first one. It made me happy! <3 Love y'all.

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Sparky - Part 5

Imagine: It’s Christmas and all you really want is to see Len. With news of him out of Iron Heights, the last place you expect to see him is in Joe’s living room.

A/N: Len and that damn mug. This entire scene never fails to make me smile, and adding in the reader to it was surprisingly easy, though I did have to watch it a few times to make sure I had the flow right. Thank you all for your patience with me getting this up. I’m in the process of changing between jobs while working at both and my days are just crazy right now.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Conclusion

It was one thing to have a snowy Christmas, but the combination of snow, the Christmas spirit, and knowing that Len was out of Iron Heights had you in a better mood than you’ve been for months. You may not be in complete agreement on how Len got out, but a part of you was simply excited to see the man.

However, other things were clouding your thoughts. Your spirits may have been high so far this holiday, but learning about Iris’ mother and the brother she never knew about, the son Joe never knew about, made your heart ache for the family that took you in, for the man that helped raise Barry and kept you out of trouble while you went through a darker period in your teens after what had happened with your parents. They were part of your foundation, and right now they were cracking.

You were a bit behind Iris and Barry, lost in your own thoughts, as you all entered the West family home. While the others went inside, you paused at the top of the steps before the door, looking around the neighborhood, your mind wandering. As you turned back towards the house, you saw the tell tale flash of light that was your brother using his super speed. You raced inside, albeit much slower than Barry would, to see him pinning a familiar figure against the mantle over the fireplace, catching the last part of the older man’s statement.

“She won’t.” Len spoke, gaze going over to Iris, who you were stopping next to. You saw sudden hesitation in his expression, something that Barry must have caught himself because he looked over his shoulder and saw you.

Turning back to Len, both hands still gripping the parka, Barry hissed, “you’d threaten me and Iris, but you wouldn’t dare hurt her.”

“Barry, let him go!” You exclaim, moving around the couch towards them. You ignore Iris’ clear questioning on what was going on as you put a hand on Barry’s arm, begging him to let go. “Please Barry. He won’t hurt anyone.”

Barry looked at you, anger and frustration clear in your brother’s gaze. After the two of you had run into each other while visiting Len at Iron Heights, Barry had stopped by your apartment, only for you to confirm that, in a sense, you were dating Captain Cold. He’d been pissed, despite his own preaching that there was good in Len, something you’d just seen sooner than your sibling had. Barry had made it clear he still wasn’t in agreement with the relationship, but knew he couldn’t argue. You were both Allens, you were both stubborn.

“Please.” You say again, and with a huff, Barry lets go and steps back, giving you room with Len. You turn to him and smile. “It’s good to see you without a wall of glass between us Len.”

“I could say the same, Y/N.” He smirked at you.

You let out a short, happy laugh before launching yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders in a hug. “Can you stop threatening my brother?” You whisper as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Life would be too boring if I did.” He whispered back with a grin, causing you to shake your head.

“They’re dating?!” You hear from behind you suddenly, remembering that Iris and Barry were still here. Which, crap, Iris.

You let go and turn around quickly, smiling as best you could, despite the situation. Only Barry and the Rogues knew about you and Len, but then again, none of the Rogues knew you were Elektra either.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it dating.” You tell her, earning a shocked, yet still upset glare directed at you. “We just never got around to labels.”

“It’s good to finally meet you, Miss West. Read your article on the disappearing middle-class. Strong point of view.” Len spoke, watching Iris cautiously. “Nice prose style.”

“Yeah,” she started softly, frowning as she moved around the couch to stand in the living room with you, Len, and Barry, “well, who needs a Pulitzer when you have a homicidal maniac’s seal of approval.”

You frown, going to respond, but Len beats you to the punch. “Didn’t Barry and Y/N tell you? I had a rough childhood.”

“Everyone in this room had a rough childhood.” Iris snapped. “Get over it.”

“Iris.” You say softly, pleading that they just play nice. It was Christmas after all. But the look she gave you said you were going to get an ear full later.

“Why are you here, Snart?” Barry asked, changing the subject.

“I got the Noel spirit, wanted to give you a gift.” He paused, his gaze falling on you. “And seeing Y/N is always an added bonus.” You smiled at him softly before his gaze returned to Barry and he continued, “Mardon broke Jesse and me out to kill you. Both of you. Jesse’s on board, of course. He’s shaking with excitement.” Len’s gaze snapped to you: stern, cold, cautious. “Me, I’m gonna pass.”

“Why?” Iris bit. “You grow a conscious?”

“Iris!” You turned to her, frowning.

Len let out a soft huff. “Mardon wants revenge. Jesse wants chaos.” He pointed out, gaze still on you. He reached out, pulling you to his side with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You fit there perfectly, tucked up against his side, held like that was the safest place you could be. “I’m just not invested like they are.” He spoke softly then, meeting your gaze. You smiled.

“Len.” You nearly whispered, touched at the meaning behind his words, reading what lay beyond, what very few were able to see in him the way you could.

You heard Barry curse and turned to look at him and Iris, who were both staring at you and Len with wide, surprised eyes. “What?” You asked.

“Well, he’s invested alright.” Iris commented, causing you to blush when Len’s hold tightened on you. “I’m sure it helps that this all just means there’s no money in it for you Snart.”

“I was never much for non-profit work.” Len admitted with a slight shrug.

Barry shifted then, moving closer with a glare still upon his face. “If you aren’t in with them, then tell us where they are.”

Len stole a glance at you before turning back to your little brother with that grin. Before he even spoke, you knew he wasn’t telling. “Nah, consider me more of a secret Santa. Besides, you and your friends like to solve a good mystery.” He turned his head towards you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll be by your place later.” He said softly, pulling away to head out.

As he made his way around Barry and towards the front door, your brother scoffed. “You are full of it, Snart.” He said, turning to the criminal as he paused in the foyer. “I think this is more than just about protecting Y/N. My friends and I saved your sister’s life, and you just can’t stand owing me a marker. I hate to break it to you, but that, that right there is called honor.”

“Go on,” Len stated, turning to Barry, expression bemused, “make your pitch. I see you’re dying to.”

“Help me stop them.” Barry told him, then turned to glance at you before returning his gaze to Len. “Help us stop them.”

Len’s gaze turned to you, pausing there for several long, silent moments. You met his gaze, silently hoping he’d say yes. But you knew better. Len was stuck in a world that was black and white, and while he saw you as the light amongst his darkness, he was still very much full of dark.

Len must have seen the hope in your eyes, because when he gave Barry his answer, he was still looking right at you. “Sorry, I’m not interested in being a hero.”

“Well, you’re doing a pretty lousy job of being a villain this week.” Barry told him, catching Len’s attention again.

Len hesitated, eyes flickering back to you for a brief moment.

“Merry Christmas, Barry.” Len’s voice was soft as he left.

Silence followed his exit, your gaze jumping between Barry and Iris, waiting for one of them to turn and snap.

It was Iris that turned to you first, and you suppose that you shouldn’t be surprised. “Snart, seriously?”

“In my defense, it started before I knew he was a thief.” You stated.

“Wait, you and Snart have been together for over a year?!” Barry asked, turning quickly with shock in his gaze.

“No! We met Kahndaq Dynasty Diamond incident. I made sure to avoid him after that, but he showed up at my apartment when he learned our identities. We agreed that us was a no go, because of obvious reasons, but things just kept…drawing us together.” You explained.

“How long?” Barry asked. “I never asked that before.”

You tensed, knowing how they were about to react. “Since Ferris Air.”

“What?!” Barry snapped.

“Okay, Y/N, you and I need to have a serious talk here.” Iris determined.

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Who’s the older sister here again?” You ask, knowing that you were about to be in for a scolding.

[LYRICS] 치리사일사팔 (724148) by Agust D

Korean

음악 한다고 깝친지 몇 년 지나지 않아
대구에서 음악하면 잘되봤자 음악학원
원장이나 하겠지 란 생각이 날 빡때려
어차피 한번 사는 인생 뭐든 일등 한번 해봐야지

공부론 못하던 일등
음악으론 할 것 같았어 주위에선 십중 팔구
이 새끼 또 지랄병이 도졌네 도졌어
좆까 새꺄 잘 봐봐 니네는 또 졌어

여튼 좀 더 폼나게 음악 하려거든 일단 대구를 떠나야겠다는 생각 uh
빡빡이 고딩의 힘찬 발걸음 한 오디션 포스터 앞에 fade out

방시혁이 개최한 랩 대회 라네요
방시혁이라면 그 백지영 그 아 아
총맞은 것처럼 쓴 사람 아뇨 형님
그래서 크루 형들과 대횔 나가게 됐지

일단 결선에 가려면 예선을 통과 하라네
ok 그 정돈 밥이지 뭐
랩 하라고 줬던 비트를 싹 다 갈아 엎은 뒤
편곡을 하기 시작했어 봐라 어떤 이가

이렇게 하겠어
니네가 나라면 이렇게 했겠어?

그 어떤 회사가 말야 응?
이런 천재를 싫다고 하겠어

회사 입장에선 yo 복이 굴러온 거지
막연한 믿음 그게 내 성공의 본거지
지난 일이라 얘기하는데 예선 다음날
전화 한 통이 왔어 지역번호는 02

2010년 11월 7일 서울 입성
강남도 별거 없네 대구 촌놈의 기선 제압
그 날 저녁은 쿨하게 사먹었지
what the fuck 계산서에 눈이 돌아갔지
한달 생활비는 고작 30 shit
택도 없는 돈이란 걸 누구 보다 알기에
시작했던 새벽 알바 uh
때문에 등교시간은 매번 달라 uh
학교를 가면 다 돈 많은 집 자식들
내 한달 생활비 몇 배를 술값에 쳐박어
그리곤 시발 뭐 뭐? 돈 없다던 가식들
shut the fuck up 새꺄 너 아가리 쳐 닫어

성공이 궁해? no 난 그냥 돈이 궁해
폼나게란 말도 잊혀진 지가 오래
밤에는 연습하고 새벽엔 알바하고
그렇게 지친 몸 끌고 학교로 가면 잠만 자던
내가 20살이 되 버렸네 졸업실 풍경은 썩 구리네
밤새 도박하던 그 새끼들? 졸업선물로 외제찰 끄네 그건 좀 부럽네
부럽네 썅 세상은 불공평
하단 걸 진작 알았지만 누군 십오평짜리
투룸에 열 댓 명이 같이 사는데
누군 폼나게 졸업하자마자 외제찰 끄네

ok ok ok 두고 봐
데뷔는 하겠냔 말 두고가
일년 뒤에 봐봐 새꺄 내가 뭘 하는지
넌 그제서야 tv 보고 연락하겠지

English

Only a few years have passed since I said, like a know-it-all, that I’d do music
“If I do well in music in Daegu, the farthest I’ll get is (becoming) the principal of a music academy or something” this kind of thought just hits me
“I only live once anyway, I might as well be number one at least once for something”

The number one that I couldn’t be in academics
I thought I could be it (first place) through music, the crowds of people around me (ten/hundred to one) said
This idiot is suffering, suffering from the “bullshit disease” again
Fuck up dickhead, look closely, you all have lost again

Anyway, in order to do music more stylishly/better, I thought I’d better get out of Daegu first uh
The powerful footsteps of a pimple-scarred high schooler fade out in front of an audition poster

“It says it’s a rap competition by held by Bang Sihyuk”
“If it’s Bang Sihyuk then it’s that Baek Jiyoung that, ah ah-
Isn’t that the person who wrote ‘Like Being Hit By A Bullet?’” “No, hyungnim”
And so I ended up going to the competition with my crew hyungnims

They say in order to get to the final round, you have to pass the preliminaries
Ok well that much is just a piece of cake, whatever
After plowing through the beat they gave us to rap on and turning it upside down
I began to rearrange the beats, look here at what kind of kid I am

Would you have done this
If you were me, would you have done it like this?

Listen, what kind of company would, huh?
Say they don’t want this kind of genius

From the company’s perspective, yo, they got lucky
My aimless faith, that’s the root of my success
I’m saying this because this is all in the past but, the day after the preliminaries
A phone call came, the area code was 02

November 7th, 2010 my entry into Seoul
“There’s nothing much in Gangnam either,” Daegu country boy’s forestallment
That night I bought my dinner coolly
What the fuck, seeing the check my eyes popped out
My monthly living expenses was only 300 bucks shit
I knew better than anyone that the money would always be short so
I started working the graveyard shift at part-time jobs uh
Because of that the time I got to school was always different uh
When I go to school, it’s all kids from the rich families
They waste money that’s many times my monthly expenses just on alcohol
And then fuck, what what? They say they don’t have money
Shut the fuck up assholes, just shut your fucking mouth

Am I in need of success? No I’m just in of need money
It’s even been a while since I’ve forgotten the word “stylish”
Practicing at night and working part time at dawn
Then I drag my exhausted body to school only to fall asleep there
When I turned 20, the scene of my graduation was shit
The assholes that gambled all night? They got foreign brand cars as graduation gifts so I’m a little envious
I’m envious. Fuck. The fact that the world is unfair is something I already knew but while some people are sharing a 15 pyeong* two-room apartment with 15 people,
Others are driving foreign cars around in style upon graduating

Ok ok ok just watch
Leave your comments of “will you even debut?” behind
Watch me a year from now, assholes, what I’ll be doing
At that time you’ll probably call me after seeing me on TV

(*T/N: 15 pyeong converts to around 533 sq ft.)

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That’s My Job *smut*

California Love: Episode 2

Episode 1

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Dylan x OC

Warnings: more smut because I’m trash

A/N: quick disclaimer, shower sex was harder to write than I thought because it’s so slippery and everything just seemed so dangerous haha hope you enjoy! -Er

Originally posted by myloveisjoe-sugg


I kicked the front door shut with my foot, hanging my keys up on the hook on an adjacent wall. I rolled my suitcase to the side, out of the way, making a mental note to unpack it later, even though I know it’ll probably sit there in the entryway for at least two days. The apartment was quiet and Dylan’s car wasn’t in it’s usual spot in the parking garage, so I assumed he wasn’t home. Perfect. I had been visiting my family in Idaho for, what I originally told Dylan, would be a long weekend, maybe three or four days. Yesterday morning I had called him to let him know I’d be staying a few extra days. He said he was glad I was having such a good time; I hadn’t visited in over four months, but to say he sounded disappointed was an understatement. So, I stayed one extra day and decided to come home early and surprise him. I was hoping he would be home when I got here, but he must be out with Tyler or something. Tuesday nights are the occasional boys night out, especially when I’m busy or away. I skimmed over the stack of mail Dylan had left for me on the kitchen counter and put a few dishes that were drying on the counter away in the cabinets. I then realized how utterly disgusting I felt after being on a plane for two and a half hours and from the thirty minute uber drive from LAX to the apartment. It was only 8:30, if Dylan was with Tyler, which he more than likely is, he wouldn’t be home for another hour or so. I trudged up the black iron, spiral staircase that led up to the loft, which housed our bedroom and main bathroom. Once at the top, I froze when I heard running water. I walked over to the bathroom and stopped at the cracked open door. I wasn’t scared, but I was confused since the only person it could be was Dylan, even though it’s guys night, I’m “out of town” and I didn’t see his car. I nudged the door open, the sound of water sputtering against the tile growing louder. Our bathroom was long and narrow, the shower resting against the far wall across from the door. I could just barely see Dylan’s dark figure through the light blue, almost transparent shower curtain. From what I could see, he had his head leaning against the wall, but his body was moving a little.

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That Kinda Girl

Characters: Y/N (Reader), Dean Winchester, Susan (OFC), Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Horrible co-worker, back talking, bitchy remarks, language, implied smut (okay maybe a tad more than that but not much.)  

Wordcount: 3352 (exact for Steph - she earned it)

A/N: So I don’t usually do requests these days, but Bev @chaos-and-the-calm67 put one up and I love her to pieces so I had to do this one for her.

Thanks a lot to @mysteriouslyme81 for being my beta on this.

Also thank you so so much to @torn-and-frayed for also betaing and helping get this just right.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It wasn’t that you hated your job. You really didn’t. You loved helping people. You loved when you could send them on their way feeling better than they did when they arrived. Still being a physical therapist was hard work and it left you aching, reminding you of muscles you had forgotten you had, at times. It wasn’t the soreness that was the worst part of the job though. It was the office receptionist Susan.

Susan was a mean spirited, short haired, chubby lady in her late 40s. No matter what you did or how well you thought you had done it, she always found a way to put you down. She always made comments about how horrible you looked, covering it in a sweet snarky remark.

“Oh Y/N. You look terrible. Are you sleeping enough?”

“Hey Y/N. Did you have a good vacation? Sun is always so rough on the hair right?”

“Y/N. That shirt is amazing. Had I been still been 20 years old I would have worn that.”

You weren’t 20. Actually you were closer to 30 now, with no husband or kids and she always made sure to remind you of that too. Not that she had either herself, but as she said some people were happiest on their own. You were not one of those people. You missed someone to come home to. You missed having someone to cuddle up to and tell about your horrible day. You dreamed of having a man in your life. Actually not just any man. You dreamed of the green eyed hunter that had rolled through town last month. He had saved your life from your werewolf ex, who had apparently been stalking you and leaving a trail of dead bodies in his wake.

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ya girl just got a job interview for this thursday!!!!!! it’s for a position doing course scheduling, running social media and writing for the website in the biochemistry department. it’s 25 hours a week and SALARIED, which technically pays better than my current job even tho it’s part-time, and also means i’d have flexibility to work on my master’s degree while working!! (university employees don’t have to pay tuition, which is wonderful)

they said they were “extremely impressed” by my application, so keep your fingers crossed for me, y’all 

How I Met Your Mother; Moriarty x Reader

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Anon- Could you puuuurrty please do a oneshot based on the song That Don’t Sound Like You by Lee Brice? :) I don’t care which character xD I just think it would make a really cool story line! btw love your blog! —XO

the-doctor-stuck-5-seconds-back- Hi, I’ve requested before and loved it. Now I was wondering if I could request again? A Moriarty x reader, with the reader being a former dancer and wife to Moriarty. Could it also have reader telling their son Dean how they met? Thank you!

Anon-Hello! If you’re still taking requests, could you do one where the reader and Jim were best friends as kids, but then the reader moves away and they loose contact. Years later, Jim sees the reader again but he finds out that she’s friends with Sherlock and John, and that she doesn’t want anything to do with him. But Jim won’t give up and tries to get her back.

I hopefully tied this requests in correctly! I hope you enjoy!

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Divergent Preference - Kissing {Requested}


Tobias: All he ever wanted was to protect you, it was a core pillar of your relationship. So when he kissed you, you felt like he had enclosed himself around you. His hands would be on either side of your face, his lips like clay against yours, molding to you as you ran your hand up his forearm. The kiss would only last for a moment and he would look at you as if you held the stars in your eyes and the sun in your smile.

Peter: No matter how many times Eric had told you both not to touch each other outside of combat during training hours you always managed to sneak away to do it anyway. Peter was a very…physical person that liked to lead with his hips, so yours and his were always connected before your lips were. Not that you minded, hips and lips were basically the same thing.

Caleb: Caleb was by far the sweetest and kindest boy you had ever fallen for and kissing him made you so indescribably happy. He liked to tease you, guiding you with his lip to leave you floating in space. It was something that he thought made you look less than clever and him the most clever man that he had ever known. What a dork.

Eric: Anyone who knew Eric knew that he could be, for lack of a better (and less offensive) word, intense. And that trait permeated every part of his being, especially when you were together. He always kissed you like it was the last time he would see you, because due to his job it sometimes felt like it might be. 

A/N: Hope you liked it anon! My request box is still open (as of August 9th, 2015) so send in your imagines, preference, or one shot requests for any character (of any show, movie, book, band, or video game) your heart desires!

Astray -Part 19-

*Dedicated to the original ashtray anon* 

Your name: submit

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He sat on the couch, the stench of sex and its fabric ripping off itself was his bed for the past two weeks. His sketchbook and guitar are his only comfort when his hyung came home with whatever random chick he brought home from drinking. Hyung and his professor must have broken up but he doesn’t look like he missed her with the amount of girls that came home with him.

“Hey, Gukkie.”

“The last you go do is silence your fuck buddy, my ears picked up every filth moans that left her mouth.”

“Listen well with your two sets of ears, just go to school Jeongguk and keep out of Hyung’s business.”

“Is your sex drive really that high?”

“Jeon Jeongguk.”

“I’m just teasing, hyung.”

“It’s not my fault that the girls can’t keep their hands off me.”

“Whatever you say, hyung.” His morning coffee walked in, wearing one of his shirts and meekly bowed to them. She went back to pour a cup, quietly drinking it while Jeongguk looked at his hyung in annoyance.

“Go to school, Jeongguk.”

“Hyung.”

“I mean it.” He turned back to the chick, smiling at her while standing next to her, ignoring him  as always when he was with a girl. Jeongguk went to the bathroom with clothes to change into, taking a brisk shower and praying the fling would be gone. Not standing in front of him when he opened the door to leave.

“Oh my, you’re his little brother. I’m–”

“Not important. I’ve got to go.” He brushed past her coldly, not in the mood for her small talk and attempt to be remembered unlike the other flings that came over.

“Wait, Jeongguk. That’s your name, right?”

“You’re more persistent than the other girls, huh?”

“He’s worried about you, you know. He talks so brightly about you and I just wanted to say– maybe I shouldn’t, I mean I just met you this morning and I’m pretty hungover– okay, Jeongguk. Go to school for him, he cares about you even though he had a crude way of showing it. I don’t have any–”

“You remind of this girl I know.”

“Oh. Do you like her?”

“Of course.” He loves you, always has and always will.

“Oh.. Does she go to your school?”

“What do you think?”

“I guess that’s a yes. Have you talked to her?” He didn’t know why he found it easy to spill all his secrets out to a complete stranger that was shamelessly moaning his hyung’s name last night. Maybe it was because she reminded him of you. He could tell you anything, he wanted to tell you everything but you couldn’t do the same.

“I kinda dated her until she kissed her best friend, didn’t tell me about it and now, she’s hooked up with him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just thought–” He just thought he could be your everything and anything, the only one that could hold you close at night, kiss your nose when you wake up because you didn’t want to kiss him until you brushed your teeth. The one that saw you dancing in a shirt and short to your favourite songs and cover your face when you catch him staring at you. The man that could make you laugh whenever you were sad. He’s fallen into the deep sea that is you, surrounded by you but he only wanted to sink further. Now, it was dark. Pitch black and he couldn’t get out. He didn’t know how.

“Jeongguk?”

“I need to get out of here. Nice talk, though. Maybe he’ll keep you around.” He got out the apartment and went job hunting. He wasn’t ready to go back to school where he could see you, the thought of seeing you and Jimin making him sick to his stomach, his fists ready to punch anything in sight and his eyes red with anger. He needs to learn to live without you, that way he could see you with that squid inked hair bastard and not scream on the top of his lungs.

Maybe he wouldn’t ball his fists, ready to push and shove him away from you. Perhaps, he wouldn’t feel like crying at the sight of you two together. He was robbed of his mind, his thoughts slaved to you and he wanted desperately to be free from you. Free from this stupid triangle. Free from the chains of love. Why do you have the key if you won’t set him free?

“Hello. I’m here to drop off my resume, your sign said you were hiring.”

“You can drive a bike?” The man at the cashier looked at him up and down, scanning his body as if he was a robot doing a screening check. He looked away and just wanted the man to take his resume without the unnecessary staring.

“Yes.”

“How are your reflexes?” Was this an on the spot interview? What are with these questions?

“I think they’re good.”

“How about balance and speed?”

“I think those are good as well.” What a strange dude, maybe he shouldn’t have–

“You’re my new pizza boy, then. Come back at 9 for training.”

“Thank you, sir.” A part time job as a pizza delivery guy, it’s better than nothing. He’ll learn his way around the city, make money and his hyung will  be off his back.

“Are you crazy?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m sane, hyung.” He went to the fridge to refill his glass of water, chugging down the glass as his hyung glared at him. Maybe he was wrong about the last bit about his hyung being off his back.

“Say you can’t make it.”

“What the hell? No. You always say if you can’t study, make money.”

“You can study. You have artistic talents and you rather work as a fucking pizza boy.”

“I could be that pizza delivery guy in–”

“I dare you to finish that sentence, Jeongguk.”

“You get what I mean, anyways I could pay you a bit for rent too along with the–”

“I’m going to make Hyun pick you up and take you to school.”

“You’re going to involve my professor? Hyung, that’s low.”

“And getting a part time job when I specifically told you to go to school isn’t?”

“At least I told you..”

“I’m telling you right now. You’re going to school.”

“My mom’s dead. Did she get reincarnated as you, hyung?”

“Go to sleep, kid.”

“Night, mom.”

“This kid.” He smiled at his hyung who scoffed at him but smiled back anyway.

-

He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready for you.

“Gukkie?”

“I’ll take the bus home.”

“Oh, Good morning Ms. Kang! Oh and look who’s back from the dead, Mr. Jeon.”

“Professor.”

“What happened to our little prodigy?”

“Mr Han.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is as soon as you step foot on my university, now tell me.”

Do I have to repeat myself, sir?” Ever since Jeongguk showed him up in his class, it was like Professor Han was looking for a way to get him expelled. If he didn’t see that, he would have punched him like he was the drunk guy picking anyone and just begging to get beaten up. He bowed quicker before walking past him, going to a random class with a forgiving professor that let him work in there. If he hadn’t, he would eventually cross paths with either you or Professor Han, two possibilities with outcomes that he couldn’t predict. He was working, taking photos and testing out different shots until he saw you out the window.

You looked the same, only being two weeks since he last saw you but he couldn’t reach out to you. He saw Squid ink running up to you and your face broke out into a grin, that jerk’s arm slinging around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. He slammed his fist on his desk, scaring a few students around him and the pain shot to his fist.

“Ow, ow..”

“Are you alright?” A female voice distracted him from watching the two of you and he answered her instead.

“I’m fine.”

“Give me your hand.” He looked at the girl, her short umber hair, her green contacted eyes and bubblegum pink lips. She had a black bow on her hair with cat eyes on her head, it was as if she was like him but he doubt there were more freaks like him.

“Why should I?”

“Trust me.” He did so, strangely believing her in her words and she pushed in a point of his arm, the pain vanishing and he looked at her.

“How did you…”

“I know the pressure points of the body. Aren’t you glad you trust me?”

“Pfft.”

“I helped you and you repay me like this.”

“What, there was a catch?”

“Of course. Make me lunch and we’ll call it even.”

-

He didn’t know why he agreed to meet her here. Or how she even know about a place like this but she sat in front of him.

“I think I’m in the mood for meat.”

“Do I look like a cash cow to you?”

“You owe me, buddy. Now, pipe down and let me think of what I want. Wait, I know exactly what I want! Ma’am! Can I have the Set B?” He didn’t know what a set looked like but after all the food that arrived at his table, it was synonymous to ‘dinner for 8’.

“Are you going to eat all of this?”

“We are going to eat all of this, dig in. You’re paying, remember?”

“It’s like you never forgot.”

“I’m kind enough to cook your meat for you, now hush and eat.” He broke his chopsticks and tried to pick up tofu, hearing her make a sound of annoyance.

“You’re really sad, you know?”

“Shut u–” She put a piece of tofu in his mouth and chewed, feeding him all the food he struggled to pick up with his chopsticks.

“I could have used a spoon.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s not like this is a date.”

“You’re too much of a stuck up bit–” She kicked his shin, making him bite his tongue and he shot a glare at her.

“You’re a jerk, Jeongguk.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, I have this reputation of being close to no one.”

“Except Y/N, right?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“An observer that wants to be a part of this narrative.”

“If you think my life is some fan fiction, then you’re short a moon, you lunatic.”

“No wonder she left you for Jimin.”

“You don’t even know the facts.”

“I know you’re still in love with her, that you want to get ride of Jimin and that you miss her but you can’t reach out to her because you did something.”

“You guessed.”

“I can read you like an open book, Jeongguk. Your eyes say it all. Now, can I get finish my meal that you are so generously paying for?” She didn’t expect an answer, simply cooking meat for herself and him and eating until she was full. He called for the bill, seeing the total was less than he thought he was. When did meat get cheaper?

“This is my grandma’s place.”

“You could have gotten this for free, why the fuck did you need me?”

“Grandma always says to bring new customers.”

“You little.”

“Temper, temper. This is your chance.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just follow my lead.” She got on her tip toes, her lips brushing against his cheek before pressing them softly against his skin. He could hear someone stop dead in their tracks and she looked over his shoulder.

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you there? How have you been?” She was joking, right. She’s been playing with him all night, this had to be part of her jokes. He turned around and there you were, standing there with Jimin next to you. He looked to his left, the mystery girl linked arms with him as you two stared at each other. You were looking at Jeongguk, your eyes unreadable and he gulped.

“Hey, Jeongguk.”

This is a possibility that he hadn’t planned for.


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