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The Temptation of Voices

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

A/N: Bucky Voices Soulmate au

Part 1

Part 2

You were so nervous for this coffee date. It was a date. Though it pained you to admit it, through all of the apprehension, you were kind of looking forward to it. The voice that had scared you for years with it’s comfort and reassuring words was waiting just a few hundred feet in front of you.

The fact was you were curious. Meeting him had been terrifying but a great relief at the same time because you’d been dreading it for years. Part of you had expected a giant piano to fall out of the sky and crush him the moment he said hi but funnily enough that didn’t happen. Now that you’d actually had chance to think about it he was probably the best soulmate you could hope for because, although he was reputed to be in constant danger, he was also probably the most dangerous individual you’d ever know. You’d read up on him and he was a fighter down to the bones. Not much was known about the last seventy years but he’d been in the howling commandos and his best friend was famous for punching hitler.

You were torn between the good and the bad and the only thing keeping you moving forward was the fact that you’d told him you’d come.

Stopping outside the looming revolving doors, you took a deep breath and walked in. James was stood a few feet to the left of the doors leaning casually against the wall and holding two drinks. “I got you coffee.” He smiled pushing off and sauntering towards you.

“Coffee before coffee, how gracious.” You tentatively smiled, tilting your head back as he got closer. Wow, he was really tall. James grinned amused and almost relaxed as he caught your thought. His eyes then darted behind you and you saw the amusement fade. You turned to look but all you saw were people going about the business in the huge lobby. You turned back to see him glaring at the distance so you slipped into his thoughts and almost choked on your drink. You downed at as quickly as you could while you processed what you’d just seen.

Captain America was sat at a Starbucks with sunglasses and baseball cap on, somehow managing to make reading a newspaper suspicious. On the same table there was a woman with bright red hair and a man whose shirt looked like its sleeves had been torn off staring resolutely away from you. You caught James’s thought of those fuckers before you were back in your own head, dumping his and your empty cups in the trash and grabbing his hand. You practically frog marched him out of the doors in the hurry to ask him what was going on.

“They’re my teammates and to say they defend the world they’re pretty fucking gossipy.” He emphasized the last bit, glaring into a security camera on the corner of the building. Not even a second later his phone beeped and he glanced at it and scowled. He then picked up a rock, turned back towards the camera and threw it so hard the the device scrunched backwards a good few inches into the brick. It now resembled a mashed potato in a pothole. You just looked at him incredulously. Was that meant to be a faux casual show of strength or did he just genuinely damage property when he received unsavory messages?

“Only when I’m being watched and mocked on a date with a pretty dame.” He flirted kissing the back of your hand. You hadn’t even noticed he was still holding it. You blushed then cringed in slight horror. Since when were you the type to blush at such a cheesy action? To your surprise you weren’t embarrassed by him, just your own reaction. Where had all of your previous confidence gone? “The same place mine probably went the first time I laid eyes on you.” His smooth reply to your errant seemed to bring it right back.

“You know it’s kinda rude to reply to my inner monologue.” He threw his head back and laughed. Holy shit, even his throat was hot, how in the fuck was that a thing. His thumb affectionately rubbed the back of your hand as if in responce.

“You know my friend Bruce says soulmates exist in a state of shared consciousness so your inner monologue is technically mine too.” He waggled his eyebrows and you snorted.

“Are you implying I’m not capable of independent thought James?” He swallowed thickly, gaze turning heated. You caught his thought of I love it when she says my name like that and found yourself thrown completely off-kilter, tripping over your own feet and watching the curb come up to meet you. Just as you closed your eyes in preparation for impact, an arm wrapped solidly around your waist and swung you up. You opened your eyes cautiously in disorientation only to find a pair of familiar baby blues staring at you. You were leaned back with one foot in the air, the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground was his arm.

“You know I usually take a dame dancing before I dip her.” He didn’t move; just watched you as if in challenge.

“I usually get through a first date before I let a guy put his arm around my waist, so I guess we’re both going against the norm.” You reached a hand up to touch his face and he brought you back to your feet. You cupped his face with one hand and he leaned in, but just before your lips brushed you grabbed his hand and spun around pulling him along behind you. He didn’t quite stumble but you found yourself hyper aware of his irregular breathing.

You tried to ease the tension commenting flippantly “You never really told me where you were taking me. There are thousands of coffee shops in New York.”

“Yeah…It’s uh…just over here.” He moved in front of you and you let him pull you along, thankful that he’d left the moment and your reaction alone.

You were so distracted by your own thoughts that you crashed into him when you stopped. His lips quirked as he looked down at you then he motioned to the building in front of him. You turned to look at it and immediately lost it. First it was just uncontrollable giggle but it soon progressed when you saw him looking slightly affronted. Then you laughed so hard you had tears running down your face and were choking on your breaths. When you finally got yourself under control you looked up at him again, his expression had changed to neutral but you could fee his confusion but vague amusement at your reaction. “What’s so funny doll?” You just grinned at him, truly at ease for the first time since you’d met him. Fate was definitely fucking with you and at this point you were just fine with that.

“I own this place.” He gaped at you then looked between you and your shop.

“You’re joking.” He looked oddly delighted. Makes sense I that was drawn to it.

“You’ve never even been here before.” You stated plainly.He raised a brow at you. Now who’s listening to internal monologues?

“I come here every Sunday lunch with Steve.” He said Steve’s name fondly belying his affection for the other man.

Of course he would come on the only day you took off. He’d been so close this whole time. You really were destined to meet him. Looks like it was only a matter of time anyway. “Still want a coffee? I can get us the owner’s discount.” You teased with a shake of your head and a grin.

He nodded and let you lead him inside to your favorite little booth in the corner. You sat him down then stood back doing your best impression of the flirty waitress. “Hello sir, what can I do for you today?” He leaned his head in his hand and smiled crookedly.

“Whatever you think I’ll like doll.” I’m sure no matter what you give me it’ll taste great, just knowing you crafted it will give me a rush. To your chagrin you blushed again.

You turned in an effort to hide it and virtually ran to the counter throwing a careless “Of course sir” over your shoulder. You went straight for your employee Liz, who you knew worked the Sunday lunch rush. “Hey Liz, you see that guy in the back over there.” You started pointing vaguely over your shoulder. “Well apparently he’s a regular and I forgot to ask his order. You wouldn’t happen to remember it would you?” She glanced up then gasped and giggled.

“Oh my God! It’s Lush Locks!” She squealed grabbing your shoulders as she jumped in excitement. She dragged you behind the snack stand then stood at stared at him from behind a carrot cake.

You furrowed your brow and took a slight step back “What?”

“Oh wow, I forgot. You’ve never even seen him.” She was aghast at the very thought. “That man and his friend” she abruptly tilted her head in thought “or lover, come here every Sunday and order the same two drinks using a different name every time. We don’t know what to call them so we made up our own names: Lush Locks and Jaw Line. Everyone flirts with them but they never flirt back. Jenny’s convinced they’re together but I swear on my life I’ve seen Jaw Line check me out. They’re so hot, like some of the girls even unbutton their blouses and roll up their skirts before waiting on their table.” She paused again then cleared her throat as she realized she was talking to her boss. “But I would never do that because that would be extremely unprofessional.” She tried to smile demurely but as soon as her gaze strayed back to James a dreamy look overcame her. At least it was good to know you hadn’t turn into a bumbling idiot because you’d met your soulmate. No it was just because he was insanely hot.

You tried to refocus yourself instead of checking out his thighs with Liz. Damn they were some good thighs, especially in those oh so tight jeans. Your mouth watered slightly and you shook yourself out of it. It suddenly hit you how much your mind had changed since you met him. You shouldn’t been flirting with him. You should be telling him why he couldn’t be with you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop this. You’d only known him a day yet you felt like you were already tied to him.

Oh no, you promised yourself you’d never do this, you swore. You started to panic and set off towards your office. You didn’t want anyone to see you fall apart. As soon as you were inside you slammed the door and slid down to the floor behind your desk. You were already falling for him. It was impossible and ridiculous but somehow true. You’d barely known him twenty-four hours but you felt like you’d known him your entire life. In a way you had. He’d always been a presence in the back of your mind, not always speaking but always there. You’d never been alone and you hadn’t even realized it. It was too late.

Suddenly the door banged opened and James was somehow in front of you. He brushed the hair out of your face and cupped your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t think possible for someone who seemed so immense. “Calm down doll, it’s all gonna be okay.” You tried but you just couldn’t control your erratic breathing, it was happening again. He bit his lip as he looked you over. You could feel the concern and sorrow shifting through him. In a split second decision you jumped into his arms and to your utter relief he caught you. I’ll always catch you doll.

He sat down and placed you in his lap wrapping his arms around you from behind. Breathe with me. He pressed you against him tightly so you could feel every rise and fall of his chest and you followed it with your own. Within minutes you had calmed and let yourself lean into him.

“Are you gonna tell me what that was about Y/N?” He whispered into your ear. His arms crossed your chest banding you to him, his fingers massaging your sides with calculated ease.

“Did you not hear?” You asked in a low voice, turning to rest your head on his shoulder.

“No. I only felt a rush of panic and terror, but I have a feeling it’s connected to your freak out last night.” He didn’t look at you but his arms tightened further and he moved to rest his chin on your head.

You shut your eyes and wound your arms into his. He curled his legs into yours and kissed your forehead. You’d never felt as safe in your life. You began to tell him your story. Of your mother and father and the fear that instilled in you from an early age. Of your best friend’s loss that only fueled that fear, and the constant dread you felt before meeting him that had morphed into an awful feeling of panic whenever you thought too much about him. He listened in still silence for what must have been hours. After you’d finally told him everything you felt simultaneously drained and relieved.

You felt his mind and knew you weren’t the only one with things to get off your chest. “For almost seventy years I was alone. I never noticed because I was constantly around people but it was just me. Everyone had someone else’s thoughts running through their heads at all times for better or worse but I was the odd one out. Everyone just assumed my soulmate had died before I was born but I could never accept that. I always held out a hope, well at least until I was captured.” You turned sharply trying to catch his eye but he looked away. “I’ll tell you that story another time doll. The point is at my darkest time you appeared. At first you were just a tiny bubble of wonder and fun but every time I came back you were slightly different, slightly older. You were the one constant that always brought me back to myself, which I needed.” His voice cracked on the words. “I really needed that, doll.In fact I think I fell in love with you the first time you told me to fuck off. You felt so much and it bled into me. You never knew it but you were everything I needed.”

By the time he finished his smile looked a bit watery and you choked up. Tears started to slip down your face and you buried your face in his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into your head and you replied with everything you liked about him, that drew him to you. It was soon dark and you were drowsy. Neither of you had moved in hours and you had started to fall asleep against his chest. You’d known him for years. You trusted him implicitly. Vaguely you heard him make a phone call then you were in his arms and moving. You thought you heard him speak to Liz but you weren’t really paying attention. Soon you were in a car and he was talking in a low voice to another man.

You faded in and out of consciousness for a while after but you distinctly remember being laid gently down on a bed. The warmth of the arms that had carried you tried to move away  but you couldn’t accept that. You grabbed an cool weird feeling hand and pulled it towards you. The warmth laid beside you and you cuddled up, content at least for the night.


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a quick Spencer imagine blatantly inspired by this post by @today-spencer-reid. it’s not Tuesday but I couldn’t stop myself. (edit: apparently I don’t know how calendars work and have been off by a day for the past week?? it’s Tuesday.) didn’t even proofread it and I’m crying so it might be shit but whatever

Spencer has had a god awful day at work. The case they were working finally got wrapped up, but not without the pair of unsubs going for suicide by cop. He’s tired, he’s miserable, and he misses his bed. He wants nothing more than to lie down in it and hold you. So when Garcia calls the team into the conference room as soon as his hand touches the glass doors, his heart falls.

He promised himself he’d spend the day with you. It didn’t exactly work out that way, but he was at least hoping for an evening together. Unbeknownst to you and to the team, today was his nine year anniversary. Nine years clean from dilaudid. He had been telling himself that he wasn’t counting intentionally, that it was just his memory that naturally ticked off days on the calendar. But deep down, he knows it was fully intentional. He’s proud of himself, to be honest. He’d worked hard to get where he is, and he’s in a great place in his life. He’s got his team supporting him, and there’s never any doubt that your arms will be open when he returns home. He’s enjoying life.

Well, he usually is. Getting called right back to work after freedom being so close? Not so enjoyable. Emily trudges out of her office, starting to cover the distance to get to the conference room. In a split second, Reid makes a decision he hopes he won’t regret.

“Hey, Emily? I need to ask for a favor. I’ll explain later.”


“Y/N? Hello?” Spencer quietly calls out to the dark apartment you share, finding himself somehow disappointed you don’t seem to be up. He knows it’s late, and he isn’t exactly in the mood for conversation, so his heart sinking so low almost surprises him. But you usually wait up, and he really feels the need to look into your eyes. To tell you he loves you, to hear you say it back.

He drops his bag with a careful thud, prying his shoes off his tired feet. Without hesitation, he heads for the bedroom, already beginning to loosen his tie. Slowly pushing the door open as to not wake you, he stops short when he sees the empty bed. Panic fills his heart, and he bursts into the room, flinging himself into the attached bathroom to see if maybe you’re just brushing your teeth and hadn’t heard him. Another empty space, and a vice grip clenches his heart even tighter. 

Bounding out of the room, he begins to search the entire apartment, flipping on lights and throwing blankets that look as if they could be hiding you. Spencer swears he hears a creaking noise amidst his search that he knows he’s not responsible for and freezes. Nothing but the sound of his heart pounding. He knows he could be overreacting, but his job has taught him to see the worst. He grabs a hefty book to wield as a weapon, but it’s not until he hears a soft yawn that he realizes he won’t be needing it. 

“Spence?” your sleepy voice calls out, and the book falls from Spencer’s hands as he rushes to the source of the sound. Coming into the dimly lit kitchen with such relief and excitement, he almost misses the sight before him.


You’re picking your head up off the counter, cheeks starting to flush as you wipe away a bit of drool. You’re sitting in a chair from the dining room you must’ve dragged in here, hair a frizzled mess and pajamas wrinkly. But as much as he loves to see you, especially in your waking up state, he must admit his eyes are drawn elsewhere.

A small cake sits in front of you on the counter, light purple icing unevenly coating it. The nearly illegible words on top read: “Nine years and counting” with a deformed heart at the end. Tears well up in Spencer’s eyes and his knees feel as if they might buckle. As if his heart wasn’t under enough strain already, it picks up an even faster rhythm.

“You remembered,” he breathes, not needing to say more. When he finally peels his eyes back to you, a bittersweet smile graces your face.

“Of course." 

Tears stream down his face, and he doesn’t bother to wipe them away as you pull out two forks. You bring the cake to him, handing him one of the forks and leaning over the cake to kiss his forehead.

"I know a cake isn’t really sufficient, but I wanted you to know that I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you. And you should be proud of yourself. You worked hard for this,” you echo his thoughts from earlier, and he sniffles at the beauty of hearing the words out loud. There’s something entirely different about them when they’re in the air. Sure, actions speak louder than words. And yes, by the things you do on any given day, he can tell you’re proud of him. But to have words on your tongue, in his ears, it makes his chest heave with a sob. He knows something so simple as a cake shouldn’t turn him into this much of a mess, but the recognition of his efforts rings out as clear as a bell and it makes his heart sing.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Spencer.”

He still has down days. There are times when his hands itch for a needle. There are times when he slips into a dream and wishes to himself that he may never wake up. But those days aren’t every day, and there was a time when he never believed that was possible. Now, he can see so many possibilities. He’s getting up in the mornings. He’s thriving. He showers, he eats, he laughs, he cries, he saves lives, he holds you, he watches tv. Recovering from addiction makes him feel like his whole world is upside down, like nothing will ever be the same. And nothing is. But it’s so much better.


Once you wake - it’s difficult to remember what you dream about

Girl of His Dreams (Jason Todd x Reader)

Prompt: Jason dreams of a girl every night for the longest he can remember and finally meets her in real life.

    “And that’s how I ended up meeting her”. Jason peered up from the table, rubbing his eyes before giving an extra roll of his shoulders until his muscles tensed. He wasn’t much of a listener when it came to other people’s business, but when it becomes the talk of an entire bar it becomes a lot harder to ignore. Jason attempted to not roll his eyes as the conversation beside him ensued, giving a quick glance over to realize the man bragging near him still looked fresh faced with a ring to accompany his overblown joy. Newlywed. Letting out a snort, he waved his hand at the bartender and tossed a couple bills across the table. The last thing he needed to here was someone else’s love story after working patrol for almsot eighteen hours, let alone someone who was so obsessed to the point of embaressment. As soon as Jason exited the bar and felt the crisp, winter air meet his lungs, his hazy thoughts began to unravel.

What a time to be single.

    Had he always thought so negatively of love? Of course not. There was a time when he was ready to fall into the arms of who he believed was meant to be his, to grow old and leave the slums of Gotham for some medium sized house far away, full of kids and laughter that he had been longing for ever since he was a child. His mother, even as warped in the mind from her decisions as she was, had told him that everyone was meant to have someone solely for them. He used to be just as bright faced as the man at the bar. But, like all good things, it was taken away as quickly as it had been presented. Hopes became dreams, dreams became unattainable. Jason winced at the thought of dreams, trying to scrub away the word before it gave him flashbacks, but it was too late. He was already visioning your e/c eyes, your soft smile, your soft touch.

    It had always been the same. When he was a kid, he didn’t know what it meant. He had mistaken the dream girl to be an angel, and who could blame him. In your eyes, you were perfect. No one human could possibly be that perfect. 

    There were times when he would force himself to go to sleep just to see you, and none of the dreams were really the same. Sometimes, he’d just hear the whisper of a voice. Other times you would just stare and…smile at him. The dreams became a safe haven for him, and one of the last things he saw before he died. 

Jason shook his head. He needed a fucking smoke. 

    Making his way downtown, he whipped out a pack of cigarettes, fumbling around his jacket pockets with stiff fingers for a lighter. “Fucking hell…why can’t one thing go right today.” A couple hurried passed him, giggles erupting from their drunken stupors as they staggered all over the sidewalk. Jason grimaced. Damn. It kind of sucks being single. Rushing his steps, he looked at the ground with an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips, not sure to feel angry or lonely. He was, in fact, so focused on where he was going that he completely ignored the shorter woman rushing in his direction; focused entirely on the music blasting through her ears to pay attention to the looming figure practically powerwalking his way through the light dustings of snow. Jason about let out a curse as he slammed against a smaller being, slipping backwards. He braced himself for the impact, looking up at the obstacle with anger…and than wonder.

It was you. 

    Slamming his head against the sidewalk, the curses finally fell out of his mouth. You flopped on top of him, squirming around in shock as you stared down at the man. “I-I’M SO SORRY!”. You sat up, straddeling him still (though not fully aware of the look of such a position as you were going through shock), hands shaking as you flustered at the groaning man beneath you. Apologies spilled out like waterfalls. “I’m so, so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Please forgive, are–are you hurt!? Shit, do I need to call an ambulance?”. Jason rubbed his head while gazing at you, sitting up so that he was leaning back on his elbows.

“No, you don’t need to call an ambulance.” 

“But you’re bleeding!”. 

    As you continued to slowly drive yourself to a point of complete freak out, Jason took a good, long look at you. This was the girl of his dreams, quite literally. This was the one his mother had spoken about, the one that was meant for him. He eyed your lips briefly before watching the pink flush across your skin, giving a small smile. God, you were the most beautiful, anxious being he had ever met in his life. Leaning in, he held you softly behind the neck. Words unspoken stopped in your throat as you blinked, arms frozen in place.

He was kissing you. He was kissing you and he was a stranger and holy shit was he good at kissing, did he go to kissing school? Was there even a kissing school?

    Relaxing into his hold, your eyes fluttered closed. You lifted your fingers to his hair, moving to massage his temples. The cold no longer bothered any of you, or the rush of people that never ceased. Once the kiss had ended, your mind felt like jelly. Jason licked his lips before giving a shaky laugh.

“I’ve never kissed a stranger before.” He chuckled. “I-I’m Y/N.” 


The two of you sat in silence before he helped pick you up. He grabbed your hand before slightly tugging. You frowned, though not out of anger, but rather curiosity.

“Where are we going, Jason?”. Jason gave a nostalgic smile. Oh did he have a story to tell you. 

“…Where I dreamed of having our first date.”

Do you guys know what’s absolutely heartbreaking about listening to the Hamilton soundtrack on shuffle? When the song “Helpless” comes on and you can’t help but feel overfilled with love for Hamliza, but then “Burn” comes on. Whenever this happens, I feel like I want to cry because it’s the beginning of their happy relationship, then all of the sudden everything is ruined. Why does Hamilton do this to me?!?!

Saudade (8)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

CATCH UP HERE Part 7 Part 9

Originally posted by jlstreck

“I don’t know what to do, Steve!” Bucky hissed angrily, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he paces around the room. “I’ve been walking on eggshells around her! She’s so conditioned to do as she’s told that I have to tell her when to eat, when to sleep, and when to go to the damn bathroom! I know it’s only been a month, but I—I miss her.”

Bucky,” Steve chastised him with a frown. “She’s been through a lot just like you have. These things take time. She’s different, scarred, frightened just like you were—are. You’re not the same, either. You’re not as social as you use to be. You’re always guarded, afraid to show your vulnerability, which wasn’t always the case. You’re healing and so is she, so let her.”

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With Child || Gladiolus x Reader Drabble/Headcanon

This is Gladiolus’ reaction to his S/O being pregnant during the skip.

First off I want to thank Jin for helping me plot this out! She was a big help so I dedicate this to her!! <3
Tagging: @itshaejinju @promptoargentum-is-my-husband (idk who else to tag cause like these are the only two ppl who I talk to qwq)
Word Count: 1778

Originally posted by iggyscientia

The door opened to the small studio apartment. Hard footsteps hit the ground before a body collapsed onto the bed with a hard groan.

Your body turned slowly and there he was Gladiolus Amicitia. The love of your life. You slowly raise your body to gaze at him as you bit your lip. “Not even a hello?” You asked. He had been gone for three weeks and he just came in and laid on the bed. The man didn’t even bother to take off his muddy boots.

Gladiolus got up on his elbows and smiled slightly. He just knew that would melt your anger and annoyance. He kicked off his shoes and leaned closer to you. You tensed when he touched your face.

Damn this man. He knew what it took to quell your irritation.

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So Good to Me (Lin x Reader)

Summary: You’d always known that you wanted to fly. The open seemed so inviting from the safety of the rooftop, much like the ocean: the tide lapping gently at your ankles, calling out to you, a soft and soothing voice whispering to you from the void. It convinced you that it would be okay, that it would catch you if you were to fall. Perhaps it would have done so, but thanks to Lin, you’d never know.

Warnings: Suicide/Depression

A/N: i apologize once again for posting something that isn’t a Kiss it Better update. I’ve been working on the write-a-thon fics all week and haven’t had time to edit kiss it better, oops. this was going to be for the write-a-thon but i realized while writing it that it didn’t really fit into any of the categories so i’m posting it now. also there are titanic and finding nemo references so basically i hate myself, and the title is a song by the 1975, why am i this way

You’d always thought the word ‘overdose’ to be an unnecessarily harsh word, and the reaction it invoked in people was, to say the least, not exactly understanding. Whether it was the word itself, or what the word conveyed that unnerved them, you didn’t quite care. Either way, you’d always known that an overdose wasn’t the way you wanted to go.

No, you wanted to fly. You wanted to hear the whistle of the wind as you fell, feel the sensation of the air rushing by you. You wanted to feel that small ounce of freedom that came with being utterly unattached from everything. Nothing to tie you down or hold you back.

You took a trembling step forward. The open air in front of you called out to you. Much like the sea, the sky seemed to be a source of comfort when you were so distanced from it, with such blatant unfamiliarity with the terrain.

Soft, yet menacing, the wind continued to pull at your frail body, demanding surrender. All you had to do was give in to the tempting pull of the air. Let yourself fall.

Below you, the rest of the world continued on with it’s business. Everyone with their own lives, their own friends, their own loved ones to worry about. And no one to worry about you. Not for that night, at least.

You could fall. You could allow yourself to surrender to the winds and plummet to your death, and the world beneath you would continue on as it was. Nothing would change, not until the next day at least. Not until Lin woke up and saw that you were gone. Not until your parents got the call the next day that you’d jumped from the top of Lin’s apartment building.

It wasn’t that you were sad. It was quite the opposite, in fact. You couldn’t feel anything, let alone sadness. You’d grown numb to the whole ordeal of life, and it seemed as though you were simply putting yourself through the motions of living without the capacity to pay the slightest bit of attention.

You could see the rest of your life stretched out in front of you, a tundra of monotonous greys and whites. Nothing particularly sad, but not the sort of life you’d aspired to live.

As you took a few more steps forward, you became acutely aware of the way the moon shone on you, almost like a spotlight highlighting your every move.

The edge was close. Too close, perhaps. You swayed precariously, knowing that one wrong step could send you plummeting into the open air.

You took a sharp breath in as you peered over the edge of the roof. The city gleamed brightly beneath you, as if mocking you. Telling you that it was your fault that you were so unhappy. If only you’d surrounded yourself with more people, brighter lights, taller buildings.

It was too late for that. No point in finding taller buildings and brighter lights now.

You felt a stab of regret as you prepared to jump. You hadn’t even left a note for Lin. You were going to die, and you hadn’t even bothered to leave something for your boyfriend. You felt as though you owed it to him to explain, but you couldn’t very well go back.

What would you have said anyway? That you couldn’t continue on because you simply didn’t care about anything anymore?

No, perhaps it was best if you kept your thoughts a secret from him. It would have been too hard to try and explain it to him, not to mention the devastation that would accompany seeing the look on his face.

You stood at the edge of the building and took everything in.

The night was silent, the sky dotted with stars.

It was 2:14 am, and the world should have been asleep. At least Lin was.

You let out a soft sort of whimper as you took a few steps back. If you truly intended to do this, you were going to get a running start so you couldn’t stop yourself.

Don’t hesitate. If you hesitate, you’ll start to doubt yourself.

You backed up until you were roughly ten feet away from the edge. You heard a thump from behind you, but you didn’t dare look back.

A soft voice cut through the bitter cold air, disrupting the silence of the night. “Y/N?”

Without having to turn around, you knew without a doubt that it was Lin.

Fuck. No.

“What are you doing? Are-” Lin’s voice trailed from mere confusion to the deepest understanding. “No! Don’t!”

You’d been certain he was asleep and that he wouldn’t notice your absence until morning, but there was no doubt that the voice belonged to Lin.

You tried to run, a desperate and final attempt to go through with this, but a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, preventing you from moving.

 “Please,” you whimpered, although you weren’t quite sure what you were asking of him. “Please.” You repeated yourself, repeating the word over and over until it felt foreign in your mouth.

“What are you doing?” Lin’s voice was tinted with the color of worry, a deep red clouding the night. “Were you-”

“Don’t,” you begged, cutting him off. “Don’t say it.”

Your voice was hollow, void of any sort of emotion whatsoever.

Lin held you as you trembled, shaking in from the combination of the cold air and the fear that had taken over not only your mind but your whole body.

“I’m going to take you inside, okay?” Lin spoke in a soothing tone, but it did nothing to make you feel better. “Get you some tea, blankets, whatever you need.”

You nodded, numbness spreading throughout your body. “Please… don’t…” You mumbled into his shirt, tears prickling in your eyes. They were wide, bright, even in the darkness. The shaky breaths that followed were, of course, to be expected.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Lin brushed your hair out of your eyes. “Are you… are you alright?”

You didn’t bother to justify that question with a response. Lin knew you weren’t alright and there was nothing to be gained from saying it out loud. It was nothing but an empty whisper into the formidable vastness of the night.

Guilt stabbed at your gut as you gazed up at him and saw that his eyes were brimming with tears.

“Don’t cry.” Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible, even in the silence of the night. You buried your face in the fabric of his shirt so you wouldn’t have to see him upset, but his body shook as he cried, seeming to shake the earth itself as well.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, hugging you tightly. “I should have done something.”

“There was nothing you could have done.” You drew away from him, but he kept a tight grip on you.

“I’m a horrible boyfriend.” Behind Lin’s watery eyes were islands of pain, a stretch of sadness that drew out for miles.

“Don’t say that. You’re not.”

Lin dropped his gaze, refusing to meet your eyes. “You’re shivering,” he noted, his voice shaking despite his attempts to keep it steady.

“It’s- It’s fine,” you replied, but your teeth chattered even as you spoke those two words.

“Let’s get you inside, okay?” Lin’s eyes searched for an answer, but none came. He let his fingers intertwine with yours and walked you back down the steps to the indoors.

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Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1,226 (I’m not sorry)

Cariña - Dear or Darling

Tag List: @the-a-ham @philipandlaurens

You were doing your usual, sitting and doing your grueling work on your computer, when the door opened.

“Cariña?” Lin called. “I’m home!”

An smile crept on your face, as it always did when your boyfriend came home from work. You sat up and yelled “I’m in the living room!”

He pranced in, grinning and holding a large wooden object. You looked at him quizzically. “What’s that?” You pointed at the object. “It’s for you!” he smiled like a giddy child and held it out to you.

You took it carefully and inspected it. It was a large book, carved and put together beautifully. Looking at Lin and raising an eye brow, you said “What is it?” his brown eyes sparkled. “Well, look at it!”

The cover was carved with a title at the top in swirling letters. “The Perfect Fit”. In the middle, two detached pieces of wood shaped like a Yin Yang sign were there, one had a picture of you carved into it, the other a picture of him. In between the two was carved “A story of two people who fit perfectly together.” You looked at Lin, then tried to turn the page and found you could not. “No, no, it’s a puzzle!” Lin chuckled. He put a hand on the piece that had your face on it, and you looked at him for a moment before putting your hand on the other one. You pushed it and it moved, Lin pushed his, so that they came together, and a click could be heard.

You turned the page.

On one side, there was more writing. You inspected it.

“Once upon a time, there was an awkward young Latino boy and a beautiful girl with [eye color] eyes. She was energetic and kind, he was nerdy and whimsical.” You giggled lightly.

“One warm Spring morning, the two were walking to school when they bumped into each other, causing them to drop their books. They apologized at the same time, helped each other gather their things, and when they walked away they both hoped they’d see each other again.”

On the opposite page, there was two half circles with knobs. You tentatively turned the first knob and where the half circles ended there was an array of characters and things. You smiled when you saw the familiar one, a little ghost, and you remembered that when you’d met, he’d been wearing a shirt of Casper the ghost. Reaching for the second knob, you stopped it on another familiar object, heels. You’d been wearing heels that day. Never again.

A click, and you looked up at Lin. His eyes were wide and he looked at you expectantly. There was a sense of something in his eyes. Anxiety? Fear? You turned the page.

It was titled “The Journey”. Your eyes flitted over the writing and you couldn’t help but smile like a dork.

“The girl went to school and noticed that awkward but dashingly handsome boy being bullied every day. He was called names, pushed, shut in lockers, and thrown in trash cans. One day she couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up against the bullies for him. This started their friendship.

In college they were dorm roomies and stayed close through everything. Bad relationships, breakups, family loss, you name it. They were constantly there for each other, but neither realized they were slowly falling in love.

When they were 20 hey got into a play in theater together, and both were cast in the lead roles. Their first kiss was scripted, but that’s when he realized he loved her. He finally mustered up the courage to ask her out a month later, right after their performance of the play. She said yes.”

On the other page, there was a little car and a bunch of grooves for it to drive through. As you moved the tiny Chevy, little landmarks swung up. The theater where you had your first kiss, the building  you had your first date on top of overlooking the stars, and it ended at one of your fondest memories, the time when you snuck away in Lin’s car and drove all the way to Florida and played on the beach two days before your exams started. When you reached the end, there was a click. You turned the page.

This one was titled “Little Ankle” and read:

“The two went to Florida at a time that was pretty inconvenient. But they came back not only happy, but with a new companion.

Little Tobillo came running up to them on the beach cold, wet, and covered in sand. A helpless puppy with nowhere to go. They took her in and named her Tobillo because she liked to nip their ankles. They thought she was a boy at first but by the time they found out it was too late to change her name. Tobi it was and Tobi it would stay.”

On the opposite page was a circle with you on one side and Lin on the other, cut down the middle. You glanced at Lin and then separated the two to reveal Tobillo walking in between the two. You giggled and turned the page.

“Perfect Two” was the title, and you read on.

“Now you’re  probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing. Have patience, love, and let me tell the story.

Now, they’re getting older. Not really settling, because everyone knows they’ll probably never settle down. But calming, a bit. He does movies and theater. she does work from home and the occasional theater role. They’ve been dating for going on 7 years. Are they really perfect for each other? No one knows.”

You frowned a bit and looked at the opposite page. It was an eyelet and a moving piece of wood. You looked at him. He was fidgeting in his seat and you could see he was shaking. “Go on.” He coaxed quietly. “Open it.”

You pried your eyes off of him, mind ablaze with questions, and turned the page.

The little compartment opened to reveal a beautiful ring with a sparkling diamond staring you in the face. You began to shake, and slowly picked it up, looking it over. Finally, you looked a Lin. But he wasn’t there, he was on one knee on the floor, his brown eyes sparkling despite his shaking hands.

“[full name], I’ve loved you since we bumped into each other, and ever since. I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin and that makes me so happy. I know I can always rely on you for anything, and I know for sure that I want you to be my wife. What do you say?”

You didn’t bother wiping the huge tears streaming down your face, you just stared at him, ring clutched in between your fingers, and watched as his face started to fall. You immediately enveloped him in a huge hug, now sobbing into his shoulder. After a few minutes, you pulled away and looked at his face. He had tears on his face and in his eyes, which you wiped away with your thumb. You thought for a good minute, just looking at him as more tears fell from both of your eyes.

Finally, you spoke.

“Of course I’ll marry you, you fucking dork.”

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Fight to the Death (Jefferson x Reader)

Words: 1300+

Warnings: A LOT of cussing, james being extra salty

Request: Pasta battle between Jefferson and the reader (This stupid thing is still in my mind XD ) @sorry-but-no-sorry

A/N: dude i think i did this eh but here you go~~~

You and Thomas Jefferson were always competing with one other, whether it be grades, sports, who eats faster, and so on. He was your best friend and your roommate. All of your other friends disagreed with the arrangement, but both of you thought it was fine. Besides the fact that he constantly occupied the bathroom.

“How long does it take to shower and get dressed?” You yelled, pounding your fist on the wooden door. You heard a laugh, and a blow dryer start. “Come on! I have to use the bathroom!”

“You should have woken up earlier.” He said. You looked down at your watch.

It was five in the morning.

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pegasusdragontiger  asked:

More Chris Evans/ Reader baby/ies fics?

Sleeping in has become a luxury since the baby arrived. She wakes up every morning around 4 to be fed. My body has become so accustomed to the schedule that I usually wake up a few minutes before she stirs. I gently untangle myself from Chris and take the baby from her bassinet before she cries and wakes him. Dodger follows us out to the kitchen and waits patiently while I make Mya’s bottle. I open the back door so Dodger can come and go as he pleases before I sit in the living room to feed Mya. She drinks her bottle quickly, fussing when I stop her to burp. After she’s finished and has burped a few times I sit sideways on the couch so I can lay back against the armrest. Mya coo’s at me for a while before her eyelids get heavy again. She fights sleep for a while, eventually crying out. I put her pacifier against her mouth in an attempt to sooth her. Her cries grow louder as she screams around the pacifier. I sigh gently before standing to rock her. I turn her into my chest and she falls asleep quickly once I get a good rock and sway motion for her. I try stopping a few times but she always wakes up and whines so I keep rocking.

I give up on keeping my eyes open after a while, continuing to rock her for a while longer before I try to put her down again. I feel large hands wrap around my waist and immediately lean back into Chris. He sways with my rhythm and presses kisses to my neck.

“Good morning” he mumbles with a squeeze. I hum my response, turning my head and puckering my lips as a request. He gives me a quick peck first, before leaning back in for a lingering kiss. Mya stirs gently in my arms and let’s out a small moan as she stretches.

“I can take her, you go back to sleep” I pass her over and kiss his cheek before going back to the bedroom.

I was convinced I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, but when I open my eyes again it’s 4 hours later. I hear Mya crying and Chris talking, trying to calm her.

“Did she eat?” I ask from the doorway to the kitchen, watching the way he he’s rocking her.

“Yeah she just finished but she won’t stop crying. I think she’s tired but she won’t let herself fall asleep”

“Hm sounds like her” he chuckle and take her in my arms, holding her so her head rests by my shoulder, and bounce her lightly. Her crying turns into little mumbles before she finally gives up and begins suckling on her pacifier. Her eyes close shortly after and once she’s out for a few minutes I lay her along the back of the couch with a blanket covering her.

“How did you do that?” he whispers.

“Sometimes she likes to be upright, you just have to try different things positions if something’s not working” I chuckle. He nods his understanding and sits next to me on the couch. “So, how much of last night do you remember?” last night was the premiere party for his latest movie and Lisa had watched Mya so that Chris and I could go. I still can’t drink alcohol because of breastfeeding, but Chris may have gone past his usual limit.

“I remember a good amount” he says confidently.

“Do you remember what happened when you caught me showing some people pictures of Mya?” he thinks for a few minutes but just looks at me in confusion. I can’t help but laughing loudly at the memory, he covers my mouth and points to Mya to try to hush me quickly. I continue giggling against his hand, thankful that she didn’t wake up.

“What did I do?” he asks, cringing slightly.

“You started crying” I say proudly.

“I did not”

“You did, I told you before we left that you were going to get really drunk and cry about how Mya. I was right” I say smugly before adding “I should’ve bet you on it” as an afterthought.

He buries his face in his hands to hide his laughter, he wipes away the tears that have built up from laughing before speaking. “I can’t believe I cried over her”

“They were happy tears, and it’s not like it’s the first time” I remind him.

“Yeah but usually it’s just around you” he’s quiet for a few moments before continuing “She’s just so perfect, (y/n), how did we get so lucky with her?” his eyes a welling up again and I can’t help but feel tears coming on too.

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe someone or something out there knew that you were meant to be an amazing dad and they decided that you deserved an amazing daughter. Or maybe we’re just really lucky”

“Maybe I’m just really lucky. I have a job that I love, a family that’s amazing, and then I got to add you plus this amazing little girl. I don’t know what I did you deserve all this, but I’m so thankful” I nuzzle into his neck and kiss along his collarbone while he’s talking. He gently pulls me onto his lap while we continue talking and crying about our perfect baby girl.

A/N: So I did this today instead of writing Private Lessons, oops. But guys I LOVE Chris with babies. Also, the whole crying because you love your child is a real thing, and I hope everyone experiences it.

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You’ve Got One Voicemail

Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.

“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.

“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.

“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”

End of message.

Someday you’ll understand.

A/N: This one will probably be a smack in the feels. The ages of Sam, Dean, & the Reader will change throughout the story. The reader is the youngest child of Mary & John. Sam doesn’t act 100% like I think Sam would actually act if he had a little sister, I think he would have totally loved it but ya know, for the story’s purpose this is how it’s gotta be. I also didn’t edit like I was gonna so if you read this before I get to edit it…my bad 😂

Dean x Sister!Reader

Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

Dean happily sat holding you in his arms. You were three days old and he couldn’t be happier to have a little sister, Sam on the other hand was disappointed that you were not a boy. He so badly wanted a little brother so that he could be just like Dean. His parents said that he’d love to have a little sister, but he had doubts

“How come you like her so much?” Four year old Sam asked Dean, “She doesn’t even do anything!”

“Neither did you when you were a baby.” Dean defended you, “Besides, you aren’t even giving her a chance. Being a big brother is all about loving your little brother or sister even if they’re being annoying, just like you are right now.”

“I am not annoying.” Sam persisted. “Y/N is.”

As if on cue you started to cry and wiggle around in Dean’s arms.

“See!” Sam exclaimed, “So annoying. I don’t wanna be an older sibling if it’s to her.”

Dean let out a sigh and rolled his eyes while re-positioning you in his arms, sometimes his brother drove him crazy. You calmed down and made a happy noise at Dean which made him smile.

“Someday you’ll understand Sammy.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write a version of s/o getting severly injured with Cor saving them and some adorable aftercare? I would love to read how Cor would react ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

Your wish is my command, dearest Anon! <3 Sorry this took so long to get out to ya! I hope the huge dosage of sensitive!Cor makes up for the wait! (Seriously, I headcanon that Cor is a complete softie inside who has this hidden little boy locked up inside his mind who’s just insanely scared of losing people he loves- especially when he knows he has the capability to save them from a terrible fate!)

It’s been two years since the endless darkness consumed the lands of Eos. You and Cor were out on a search and rescue mission, and for the most part, everything went well. You both managed to reach the rescue site two days before your estimated arrival date, you found all of the reported refugees, and most of their injuries were able to be treated with a single Hi-Elixir each. Amongst all the good fortune you and Cor had experienced, your battle-hardened boyfriend couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss.

“Watch your back, y/n. This mission is going too well,” Cor says to you. You throw him an incredulous look and brush him off immediately.

“You’re such a pessimist. But I find that strangely cute, so you lucked out there big guy,” you quip playfully, smacking his shoulder before making your way towards a group of young men and women standing idly by one of the large tents you and Cor had set up at the haven you’d escorted the group to. “You guys all good?” you ask, ensuring that there was a smile on your face when you approached them. They all turned to you and flashed grins of their own at you.

“Yeah, all good here. We were just talking about that Red Giant we saw wandering close by a few hours ago,” one of the girls spoke up, her voice laced with worry. You shook your head, trying your best to dissuade her fears.

“Don’t worry about that- Cor and I can go and check it out right now!”

A thirty minutes later, you were kicking yourself for not keeping any Hi-Elixirs for yourself or Cor. It turned out that there were three Red Giants moving in a group, destroying everything in their wake- including smaller daemons. You cast a worried glance at Cor, who was busy landing precise blows on the Red Giants’ weak spots with his katana. Biting your lip out of nerves, you hauled what you dubbed a triad-elemental spell flask at the Giant standing furthest away from Cor and covered your ears with your hands as the powerful fire, ice and lightning spells exploded with power.

The shrieks that the Red Giant let out started off extremely loud before they turned into low keens before it fell to the ground with a resounding thud. Your knees buckled and you went sprawling onto the earth below you at the Red Giant’s impact on the ground.

You were moving to get up, but then Cor had felled his Red Giant almost immediately after you’d defeated yours, and the strong shudders on the ground from the heavy weight falling onto it had you sprawling straight back to the ground. You groaned and let out a few curses before attempting to get back up again, only to find that you were being crushed by an impossibly red and extremely flaming fist.

All you could do was mentally curse before the third Red Giant squeezed the life out of you while Cor desperately hacked and slashed at the Giant’s legs and arms.

“Damn it!” Cor yelled as he fought, though his voice was becoming faint as pain took over all your senses. You whimpered and slumped in the Giant’s tight grip. Your ribs were burning, and it was getting hard to breathe. Suddenly, you were in limbo, flying through the air in a straight downward motion before impacting harshly with the ground.

The next thing you knew, you were prying your eyes open and trying to lift your hand to remove the oxygen mask that had been placed over your mouth and nose while you were out. You felt incredibly weak and sore, and you whimpered pathetically out of helplessness.

“Y/n…” the first voice you heard since waking was the last voice you’d heard during that terrible battle. Cor Leonis. Your boyfriend. You try to tilt your head in the direction of his voice, and you’re successful, but damn did it take a lot of effort.

“Hey, you’re hurt…” you frowned at the sight of the small, stitched up gash on Cor’s forearm. Cor glared down at you and moved his hand to softly bop you on the nose. You scrunched your nose in response to his ‘attack’ before slowly lifting your hand and gesturing at your white-clad body. “Nice look for me, huh?”

“I thought you were dead.” Cor said, ignoring your attempt at lightening the situation. “When I finally killed that Red Giant and saw your body… I thought you were dead.”

You didn’t know why, but you found yourself tearing up at Cor’s words. He’d never been so candid about his inner thoughts before- especially when they had to do with anything that happened on the battle field. His face was as stoic as ever but… you could hear the residue of his panic in his voice. It broke your heart a little, and then pieced it back together when you realised that he cared about you A LOT.

“Cor…” you whimpered. You hated sounding so weak, especially in front of Cor Leonis, the marshal who valued strength and mental fortitude. But he didn’t say anything to rebuke your behaviour. He just grasped your hand in his and squeezed your soft palm in his calloused hand.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep you safe.” Cor growled, averting his gaze, but squeezing your palm tighter. You squeezed back- and with what little strength you had, you lifted his hand to your cheek and nuzzled his hand softly. At the feeling of your soft skin on the back of his hand, he turned his clouded steel blue eyes to your face. You smiled and lifted your other hand to remove the oxygen mask from your face. Your muscles protested at the movement, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to make your obviously distraught partner feel better… you wanted to let him know you were okay despite the brutalised state of your body- because he was there with you.

You brought his hand to your lips and you peppered soft kisses onto his hand, maintaining eye contact with your marshal as you did so. Cor breathed out hard through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly, before he quickly closed the distance between you and himself. He pulled his hand away from your lips and replaced it with his own insistent lips. You applied pressure to the kiss and you felt a wetness that wasn’t your own trail down your cheek.

Opening your eyes, you found Cor’s were shut tight as he kissed you, his silent tears of both relief and guilt streaming down his face. Your heart swelled at his rare display of emotion, and you brought him closer to you as he retracted his kiss, guiding his head towards your chest and pressing his ear right above your heart.

“I’m okay, Cor. I promise.”

“You promise?” you held back tears of your own as Cor’s unsure tone reminded you of a small child. The immortal was truly shaken, and it was heart breaking.

You pressed a kiss to the top of your love’s head and smiled into his short, coarse dark brown hair.

“I promise.”

You feel Cor’s shoulders shudder before you hear his low rumble of a voice against your chest.

“Good. I don’t think I could live in this darkness without you.”

The Truth About Forever

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ft. Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: Romance, VERY light smut?, Angst, Slice of Life
  • Words: 6.3K
  • Description: There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn’t know…

 “Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”

Reverof is a quaint little town located on the shores of a large freshwater lake, one of the largest in the world. Settled back in a bygone era, known as the early stages of the industrial revolution, it has long past its steel producing, machine manufacturing days and has now become a top vacation destination due to its invitingly mild weather and stunning natural scenery. People from all over the country flock to Reverof annually, spending their holiday weekends camping by the mountainside, hiking through its charming forest trails, gazing at its magnificent waterfalls, and sailing on the surface of the lake’s ocean-like vastness.

The lake was so big; the other side of the shore was not visible to the naked eye. Anybody visiting would think Reverof was just like a city by the ocean, and being a lakeside town, it did have most of the attractions a seaside port city would offer, but of course there were a couple of differences here and there. Reverof didn’t have rocky cliff shores that jut out to be met with aquamarine waves, but instead pine tree covered slopes that gradually reached out into the clear water. It didn’t provide the signature salty breeze and blushing beaches at sunset, but it did have the gentle musky scent of a forest after the rain and colorful pebble covered shorelines.  

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SUMMARY | You two couldn’t be any more different, and yet you wouldn’t mind spending any time of the day by his side.

( Little do you know, he feels the same. )



NOTE | Because I couldn’t get enough of @workofteaguk ‘s Jungkook one-shot, so I decided to make my own taking some inspiration from it. Pretty simple and unedited (writing this late at night) but I’ve been having a lot of Yoongi feels and I hope you like it!

Your eyes flutter open on their own, met with a pale pink ceiling you could never associate with the sleeping body whose arms are wrapped around your waist. You turn your head and can’t help but smile at how tranquil he looks; so different from the nebulous busybody you encounter during the day. After almost a year of dating, one think you’ve picked up on is that the only thing Yoongi loves more than work is his sleep.

Not that you can blame him.

Biting your lip, you gently wiggle yourself away from his grasp. Unfortunately, you’re not the most stealthy person ever, so you end up waking him up. He blinks and fidgets and groans, tugging your index finger back before you can vacate his room.

“Mmmm… Where are you going?” he murmurs, his voice still laced with exhaustion. You remember that when you crawled into bed he was already dozing off; a true rarity since he was usually up until the early morning listening to music or reading a book.

You press a kiss to his forehead in response. “Relax, sport. I’m not going anywhere.”

He hums and buries his face in a pillow, and soon he’s back to the gentle dull snore you woke up to. You traverse down the hallway to the kitchen; you’ve spent enough nights at his place to memorize most every nook and cranny. Another smile crosses your face; this time it won’t leave. It’s been like this ever since you started dating, not that you weren’t already cheerful before.

Peering into his refrigerator, you find next to nothing: half a jug of milk, a few bottles of condiments, leftover Chinese food, eggs, some vegetables, and some cereal in the pantry. This doesn’t surprise you, either; Yoongi - though pretty good at cooking - doesn’t really eat, and when he does, it’s usually takeout food from the Chinese place next door. You admire how he can live off that every day.

Taking out the eggs and the vegetables, you decide to make a little breakfast for both you and himself - mainly because you’re super hungry and it’s far too early to order anything from any restaurant. Pretty soon, you’re chopping the vegetables and whisking the eggs and making the whole house smell of food.

You’re just about done with heating up the pan when Yoongi comes striding into the kitchen, rubbing his fatigued eyes. He gives you a stare that makes you think you’re doing something wrong, the same stare that - one year ago - would have meant that he thought you were an inconvenience. 

But now, you know better.

“What are you doing?” is the question that escapes his empty lips, though they twist into a smile just seconds after.

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