run it off tomorrow

Some days I am absolutely convinced that the Legends of Tomorrow writers room just consists of a bunch of people playing a weird tabletop RPG and writing down whatever happens:

DM: the countdown is nearly up, and NASA is about to discover the time travellers on the moon

Stein’s player: I start singing the ‘Banana Boat Song’

DM: *sighs* roll

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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.13

Doctor Palmer, it’s very nice to see you again.

Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Three

Pairing: Gaston x OC

Warnings: IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE. 

A/N: Here it is, tada! I’m thinking the next part after this will be the last one but I really, really loved writing this. I know my version of Gaston isn’t the abrasive, horrid asshole he’s supposed to be but I like to think this is the Gaston that could’ve existed if he found the right girl and was given the chance. Ya know? Plus Luke Evans. Anyways, enjoy! Thanks as always for all the love and support!

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Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Part One  Part Two

I was painfully distracted for the rest of the day…and I had to keep reminding myself that I’d done it to myself. I’d manage to somehow tangle myself up with the most handsome, arrogant man in the entire town. Yet I was quickly learning that there was more to Gaston than what I’d heard through whispers on the street. He was charming and flirtatious, that was true. But who would’ve known he’d be sweet? And…romantic?

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one last try || lacrosse week

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: aye !!!! this was written for @rememberstilinski && @sarcasticallystilinski‘s lacrosse week and i loved the whole concept of it so much. thanks for doing and i hope y’all enjoy the story !!
Warning: swearing and i’m pretty sure that is it 
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: shout out to @sincerelystiles for helping me with the little bump i came across in the story and being such a gem !!
Words: 6,585 ( i got really into this okay i’m not even sorry )

I stood there.

Watching him.

I had the lacrosse stick in my hands and my knuckles were turning white from the anticipation of eyes witnessing his body run forward and give his best efforts to make a goal but once again, fate got involved and it’s another miss. Each time it became more difficult to witness how defeated he looked after missing a shot, how he would stand in the background feeling envious of everyone on the team, and how he looked let down by his lack of skills. He tossed his helmet onto the ground which was followed by his stick and various angry words were thrown into the air.

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Not Over You pt. 2

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,277

Warnings: alcohol, language (maybe)

A/N: you have all been AMAZING. i have gotten such good reception. so here is part 2. this part is a bit longer, but we’re getting into the thick of it all. enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.

Tagged: @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj @marvelous-fvcks @thorne93

Part 1

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Originally posted by rizwahmeds

You glanced down at the clock on your computer to see 6:20 on the toolbar. You supposed it was time to throw in the towel for the day. And it seemed so did Sarah. She knocked on your office door and poked her head in.

“Anything else you need from me before I head home?” She asked. You could tell she was hopeful.

“Have plans?” You laughed softly, rising from your desk and opening a small filing cabinet near the window. You always kept a spare change of clothes there, you never knew what could happen during the day. You pulled out a more casual pink tank top that would pair perfectly with the white, flower print skirt you were already wearing. “Does this look okay?” You held it up to your chest, almost modeling it for her. “I have a dinner date, with an old friend.”

“Is this friend male?” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling at you.

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Suspect

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (eventually)
Word Count: 859
Warnings: Angst(?), sexism, swearing

A/N: This new fic series is inspired by this post. I hope you guys like this one!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

This starts off being set during the events of CA:TWS

Deep in concentration, the office around you melts away. Your eyes were boring into the police report in your hands, reading and rereading your writing to make sure that you hadn’t made a mistake that would let a drug dealer you’d arrested get off. It wasn’t your first arrest of your career, but it was your first as a detective and not a beat cop. You were determined not to let your male dominated precinct have any more reasons to undermine you.

“Y/N? Hello? Anyone home?” Dale Kline’s, your partner, voice breaks through to you,

“What? Sorry,” you mumble, looking up briefly from the report, “What’s up?”

“Chief wants that report now,” he raises his eyebrows as he cocks his heads towards the papers held in your hands,

“Sure,” you slowly nod, knowing very well that you weren’t done with it yet and the police chief was going to have to wait a little longer,

“Hey darl,” one of the many male detective’s call to you, “Can you take this with you? And grab me a coffee on the way back, will ya?”

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“Can I request the V3 boys' reactions to their crush confessing their feelings please ?”

I finally got this done bless.

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Worth The Risk {Part 04}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 - Coming Soon! 

Word Count: 1345
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

(gif originally by @xllxni aka me which is why it’s so shitty lmao)

A few weeks in to Bucky’s treatment and you had made yourself comfortable at T’challa’s hide out. Maria Hill had sent out some work for you to get through during your stay and you’d also managed to find space in one of the labs to help around in order to keep yourself busy. You’d finished all the books you’d brought along long ago.

Bucky and Steve spent almost all of their days working through Bucky’s treatment plan and while it meant that they were progressing quickly, you found yourself alone and bored out of your mind.

It was Saturday and most of the lab technicians you worked with were spending the weekend with their families so instead you sat curled up at the small table by the living room window. You were almost finished one of the files Maria had sent your way when the front door opened, pulling your thoughts away from the work in front of you. You craned your neck around to face the two men who greeted you as they entered.

“You’re home early.” You remarked, watching as Bucky took a seat on the couch behind you and Steve made his way over to stand by your side.

Steve grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder and peering down at the papers in front of you curiously before speaking.

“They think we’ve finished all the procedures.” He explained, your eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise as you looked over to Bucky.

Bucky threw you an exhausted smile and shrugged. “They’re giving us the evening off before they start running the tests tomorrow.”

“That’s great!” you exclaimed, sitting up straighter in your chair and turning your entire body around to face your friends. “How do you feel?”

You asked him the same question nearly every evening but the answer he gave you that afternoon was the best yet.

“The best I’ve felt in years.”

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fabulouspatsystone  asked:

3 of the setting prompts please :)

From this list. Set somewhere around IWTB, I suppose. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” The tall boy says as his dirty fingers carefully trace the ‘no trespassing’ sign. The other boy, much smaller but just as messy as his friend, rolls his eyes. He stares ahead and grins. There’s something about this place that makes him want to ignore all the rules, all these signs someone must have put up here. He wants to explore the wide fields and find out if anyone even lives there. There’s a special scent in the air, he thinks, as he takes a deep breath. They have to go in, find out more.

“Come on, Danny. What could happen? No one cares about this place.”

“Then why do you care?” The boy, Danny, asks trying to tame his hair. Both boys need a hair cut and a shower. Neither of them cares. No one in their lives pays enough attention to them.

“Just follow me, Danny. It’ll be fun.” He grabs the fence with his hands and easily climbs it, quick as a cat. He may be small still, but he’s strong and stubborn. Too stubborn, people tell him all the time, and he just rolls his eyes at them. They’ll fall out one day, one of his so called mothers has said once; they haven’t yet and he is certain it’s just a lie anyway. Like so many things in his life.

“Come on!” He yells, sprinting ahead, unable to remain still another moment.

“Wait! Wait for me, Will!” Danny stumbles on the soft ground and Will finally turns around, waits until the other boy has caught up with him.

“Look, there’s a house! Let’s check it out.”

“Will, we’re trespassing. We could get into so much trouble if-”

“Who would live out here, Danny? I bet it’s abandoned and full of cool stuff.” His eyes settle on the unremarkable house there in the distance. It beckons him, invites him over, like a new friend. There is no one here to stop them anyway. Another grin directed at the sky and Will is off, running like there’s no tomorrow. He knows Danny will follow him. He always does.

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Scully tells him he’s paranoid at least twice a day. Today, Mulder is certain, she’d tell him a third or fourth time. He is convinced that something – someone – is out there in their garden. There’s a faint rustling, voices if he listens closely, and he swears it’s not a rat, not a cat. Not even a fox. The first time they saw one, Scully’s silent giggles evolved into a full belly laugh. She scared away the fox, before she took another one into her bed; their love making that night full of giggling, lust, and pure adoration. That, however, seems forever ago now. Scully, if she’s home at all, is stressed out, continuously rolling her eyes at him, her sighs deep and long. Just a lot of work, Mulder, she assures him when he dares to ask. He is not sure if she means her actual job at the hospital or this life, with him, here in the middle of nowhere. He has not yet dared to ask.

Paranoid or not, Mulder stealthily stares out the windows. Nothing. He moves to the back, soundlessly, and for the first time wonders if Scully is right; maybe they should get a dog. They both still got their guns as protection of course. Scully’s is upstairs in a drawer under some lingerie she hasn’t worn in ages. His is in his study, lying uselessly under papers and documents. Such trite hiding places, so easy to find, so easy to use against them. Just like this house; Mulder and Scully in plain sight, like rabbits, just waiting to be executed. He is not crazy, not this time. Someone is out there, right there in the bushes, a foot peeking out. Mulder’s heart beats fast, but steady, his eyes fixate on the spot. He tries to decide whether to get his or Scully’s gun; which one is easier to reach? But before he can make a decision, the foot moves. A boy, around 7 years old, if at all, he thinks, stands up, runs his hand through his filthy, dark hair and just stares at the house. A second boy, taller and obviously less certain about being there, stands up. He chews on his fingernails, his eyes flying about crazily. That’s Mulder’s cue; he pushes against the door and the boys gasps.

“What are you doing here?” Mulder tries to sound authoritative, but judging by the smaller boy’s expression, he fails.

“We’re sorry,” the taller kid answers, tripping over his words, “We didn’t think anyone lived here. We just… we just…” Mulder thinks he is just about ready to start crying. He’s standing behind the smaller boy, which looks strange, but it’s clear to him whose idea this was in the first place.

“This is private property,” Mulder starts, eyeing them carefully, “Didn’t you see the signs?” The smaller boy snorts, rolls his eyes.

“Will, come on, let’s just leave.” The other child whispers loudly, elbowing his friend. It’s a common name, William, Mulder thinks absent-mindedly. How many people are called William in the US alone? Still, his mind starts rattling as he can’t tear his eyes away from the boy.

“Are you going to call the police?” Will asks, his eyes growing wide. He scratches his head and Mulder wonders when the kid last washed his hair. If he ran away from home. Up in the sky, clouds break away and make way for a few scattered rays of sunshine. One lands on the boy’s hair, makes it shimmer reddish underneath the soft brown. Mulder blinks a few times, just a trick of light, he tells himself. So many Williams out there; this is not yours. This is not him.

“Mister, are you gonna call the police?” The kid repeats his question, this time raising an eyebrow. The familiarity of that simple movement is too much for Mulder. He feels like he should sit down, take the child and interrogate him, or send him away and forget it ever happened. Maybe Scully is right; he is crazy, out of his mind, insane. None of this is real.

“I think he’s not right in the head, Danny.” Will says without taking his eyes off Mulder. Who swallows hard, clears his throat.

“I am right in the head, don’t worry. I’m not going to call the police if you leave now.” Except he doesn’t want him to leave. Not if he's…

“Of course,” the boy Danny nods eagerly and grabs at Will’s sweater sleeve, “we’re as good as gone. Let’s go, Will.”

“Do you live here all by yourself, Mister?”

“I live here with my wife.” That’s not entirely true, as he and Scully have never actually made it to the altar; he figures it’s just easier to explain to this boy. Not that he owes him an explanation, or anything else. Yet, he feels like he does. Will squints his eyes against the sun and freckles appear on his skin as if someone were painting them on in record time. Mulder knows this face, refuses to believe it, to even entertain the idea that this is…

“Will, come on.” Danny tugs at Will’s arm and Mulder is distracted for a moment when he sees it.

“You’re hurt.” He says, pointing at the child’s hand. Both boys stare at it, blood trickling down from a gash on his wrist.

“Oh.” His voice is suddenly as small as his whole body. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Come inside, I’ll take care of it,” neither boy moves, “my wife is a doctor so I know what I’m doing.” Their expressions, previously curious, change to wariness.

“We really need to go, Mister,” Danny says, his voice quivering, “It’s not too bad. We’ll take care of it at home. Right, Will?”

“Yeah,” Will replies, glancing at Mulder. He knows these eyes. He knows them. He sees them every morning when he wakes up. Sees them each time he looks across the kitchen table. Mulder searches for his voice; he has so many questions, no answers for the boy in return if he were to have any, but his voice remains silent.

“We gotta go,” they’re both walking backwards, afraid of what might happen if they were to turn their backs to him, “It’s just a small wound. Nothing bad. Sorry again, Mister.” Will’s voice is calm, then he stops, slaps Danny’s shoulder and yells ‘run’! Mulder watches, frozen in place, as they sprint away.

“Will…” he whispers into the air. No one hears him. Mulder goes back inside, locks the door behind him. Will, Will, Will. He wants to tell Scully, the need to do so beating strongly in his chest. Will, he marvels, a smile tugging at his lips. It falls away almost as quickly; you’re crazy, Mulder, she is going to say, with a sigh, a roll of her eyes, Will is gone. Gone forever. What’s the point in telling her, he thinks, because she is not going to believe him anyway.

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“Will, what was that?” Danny is panting, his hands on his thigh, trying to catch some much needed air. Will feels the same; he is lightheaded and slightly dizzy. He stares at the blood on his wrist, touches it carefully. It doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t even sting.

“It was weird, wasn’t it? That guy?” Danny goes on. Will doesn’t answer. He turns around; the house now a small spot in the distance. He doesn’t want to leave here, he thinks. Something about this place… something in the air. He shakes his head, shakes it off. Just a place like any other. Just another crazy person.

“Let’s just go, Danny.” But Will remains quiet on their way back, his thoughts on the strange man, who Will thinks might have looked a bit like him. He considers asking Danny if he thinks so, too, but his friend is talking about basketball again, lost in his own world. Will glances back once more; the house is no longer visible, neither is the fence, the no trespassing sign. In a day or two, he will have forgotten that this ever happened.

Stay with me- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Ok! The second of 4 Andre prompts! I will break up the next few with a Michael Latta and JVR one! I hope you all like the cute fluffy Andre, especially you anon! Loved the prompt and I hope I did it justice!

Warning: Teasing (you know the kind)

Anon request: Can you please do an Andre Burakovsky imagine about his gf spending the night and when she wakes up she tries to leave but he won’t let her and and they end up spending the day together in bed and it’s super adorable and fluffy. Please and thank youuuuu!!!

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              You woke up, your back pressed against Andre’s front, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You sighed and snuggled back into Andre as the morning light filtered through the window.

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Time Heals All Wounds

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Summary: Reader gets hurt on a hunt and has to call Sam for help. Unfortunately that means dealing with the other Winchester as well…

Pairing: Dean x reader (kind of)

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: mild language

A/N: Dean angst for a change…


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Dinner with a Stranger (3/4)

Dinner with a Stranger (¾)
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1404


Originally posted by maryxglz

If dinner with Tom was good, dancing with Tom was amazing. He was an incredible dancer and so easy to partner with. Y/N was only a mediocre dancer at best, but Tom made her feel like she was dancing on air. After dinner at Martha’s pub, he took her to another pub that was just as small as Martha’s but set up with a bar and dance floor instead of a dining room.

During a slow song, he pulled her close enough to talk into her ear.

“I need to ask you something, but I’m afraid it might spoil our night.” His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, his voice as smooth as ever.

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Look who I found at the MSP airport! It’s RachelFightsBack! I had seen that she was headed to Minneapolis for the weekend and thought it would be funny if I bumped into her. I was sitting on a bench and turned around and there she was! She’s just as adorable in person as you would think she would be! So fun to meet her in person. 

Then I got to welcome home our wonderful daughter home for spring break!

While she’s probably more excited about free food, extra sleep, and cuddling with the dog, we are excited to get to spend lots of time with her and give her some in person parental loving. Our son is headed to Boston to hunt for apartments, so she’ll have to suffer all of our attention. I’m pretty lucky!

So glad I got my run done yesterday. I went to mat Pilates this morning and other than my airport run, have been taking a much needed day off. Back at it tomorrow!

° ✧ ZAYN MALIK LYRIC PROMPTS.

❛ Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call. ❜
❛ It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all. ❜
❛ Baby, I feel crazy. ❜
❛ Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’. ❜
❛ What is happenin’ to me? ❜
❛ I don’t wanna live forever. ❜
❛ I know I’ll be livin’ in vain. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna fit wherever. ❜
❛ I just wanna keep callin’ your name. ❜
❛ Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life… ❜
❛ I gave you something, but you gave me nothing. ❜
❛ I’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places. ❜
❛ I see you around in all these empty faces. ❜
❛ I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always. ❜
❛ I’d love to wake up next to you. ❜
❛ So we’ll piss off the neighbours. ❜
❛ A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw. ❜
❛ It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone. ❜
❛ I’ll come for you. ❜
❛ You know that I’ll save you. ❜
❛ Who you gonna call, gonna call? ❜
❛ I’ll be there, I’ll be close. ❜
❛ Who you gonna call? When you need somebody? ❜
❛ Feels right, when we take flight. ❜
❛ This ain’t a fair fight. ❜
❛ I wanna shed light. ❜
❛ Four letters is never the question. ❜
❛ You’re looking in the wrong place for my love. ❜
❛ Don’t think because you’re with me this is real. ❜
❛ Don’t stop what you’re doing ‘cause I like that too. ❜
❛ You got the right vibe. ❜
❛ Seems like you probably gotta do mine. ❜
❛ But it’s gotta be the right time. ❜
❛ We’re only good for the night time. ❜
❛ I see through your demeanor. ❜
❛ Baby, I’m a pleaser. ❜
❛ I go out my way to treat you. ❜
❛ I can’t be a teacher. ❜
❛ I’m a problem with problems. ❜
❛ I know who I am and I’m not no good. ❜
❛ You can have me tonight or never. ❜
❛ I thought you understood. ❜
❛ Baby, some people are meant to be loved and others just make it. ❜
❛ So take what I’m willing to give and love it or hate it. ❜
❛ I don’t, I don’t really know. ❜
❛ I don’t, I don’t really care. ❜
❛ Maybe keep it on the low. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna share. ❜
❛ I smoke two joints before I play video games. ❜
❛ I flew around this planet only yesterday. ❜
❛ Let’s do something good today, before it’s too late. ❜
❛ Three more joints and I’m still playing video games. ❜
❛ Who said that tomorrow will be guaranteed? ❜
❛ I’m running off of you. ❜
❛ We fly away and we ain’t running out of fuel. ❜
❛ I’m running off of you and then we fly. ❜
❛ We ain’t running out of fuel. ❜
❛ Let’s do something good today. ❜

Babysitting - Finn Shelby

40 Finn Shelby 

From this list:

40) “The kids, they ambushed me.”

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“Finn, catch me!” James screams, already launching himself off the sofa towards Finn.

Luckily, Finn turns in time to grab him round the waist and stop him bouncing off the floor.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright Finn?” I ask, bouncing Dotty on my hip and watching as the other five chase each other round the house with pretend guns.

The dogs are barking at them as they scream, half way between excited and worried, and the noise in the house is almost unbearable.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Honest,” Finn says, spinning James round so he’s sat on his shoulder.

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Time/Soulmate Jaehyun

This is for @bybangmin

Request: Hey! I really like your soulmate Jisung one, and I was wondering if I could have a soulmate Jaehyun one where you have a tattoo on your wrist that states the very moment you and soulmate will meet (like the date time) and ticks like a clock? Thanks!

A/N: i actually did a concept similar with haechan’s soulmate!au but sure thing , this was really nice to write so enjoy reading ~ i also changed it up a little so i hope you dont mind

How it works: like you requested i included the date ( but not month or year ) you’ll meet your soulmate , and the clock would only start ticking when the time’s near . when the timer stops counting down , your soulmate’s inititials would appear

p.s i’m using his full name as jung jaehyun instead if yoonoh here !!

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You glanced over to the clock in the front of the classroom as you let out a deep breath . Lightly patting your face , you tried to keep yourself awake from your teacher’s talking , but your heavy eyelids kept going against you , as they threatened to fall .

Bored , you fondled with your pen as you scribbled a few drawings and words on your paper , another yawn escaping your mouth .

You looked at your wrist and your other hand reached out to touch the outlines of the numbers .

26 • 0000

You shook your head as you sighed , as you continued touching your wrist .

Just two days ago it was the 26th , yet nothing happened and your clock hasn’t started ticking yet .

Every month , you anticipate and look forward to the 26th but every single time , you end up being disappointed .

Your tablemate reached out her arm and waved her hands infront of you , waking you up from your thoughts . You caught a glimpse of her wrist and the numbers were counting down and were slowly ticking .

“ Y/N , class has already ended ! What were you thinking of so intensely ? ”

You forced a small smile to her and shook your head , “ Nothing much haha ”

She raised up her hand again and waved to you , but all that caught your attention was the clock that was ticking slowly on her wrist .

“ Bye Y/N ! I’ll see you tomorrow ” she gave a big smile before running off urgently , without giving you a chance to bid her goodbye .

You slowly grabbed your bag and packed your materials , before slowly walking out of the classroom , thoughts filling your mind .

When will i ever meet you ?

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Two more weeks until the 26th again .

You checked your wrist every morning , in hopes that one day it’d start counting down , but it didn’t .

“ Just take it slow Y/N , don’t keep thinking about it , if it’s meant to happen it will , ” your best friend said out as she plunged onto your bed .

You sighed and sat beside her , “ I know … but what if it doesn’t ? ”

You saw her rolling her eyes before he playfully pushed your head , “ Shut up Y/N , it will ” A smile formed on your lips as you pushed her back playfully , the room filling with laughter soon after .

Unknowingly , the numbers on your wrist started ticking down , as they slowly started coming alive .

26 • 136h 31mins 4secs

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“ I heard there’s going to be a new manager coming in today , i wonder what he’ll be like though , i heard he’s pretty good looking ” your co-worker nudged you and giggled .

You shook your head and continued checking the stocks of ingredients , “ We’re only part-timers here anyways , i don’t think it’d affect us that much ”

You glanced to check your wrist ,

26 • 5h 16mins 50secs

Your friend nudged you again , as she said excitedly , “ It’s the 26th today !! Who knows he may be your soulmate ”

You paused a second as you let the thought processed , but you shook your head again and gave a small laugh , “ Nah , i don’t think so , it may just be someone i’d bump into on the way home , ”

Your friend shrugged as she ran back to her spot at the cashier , doing her work .

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26 • 00h 58mins 19secs

Time passed quickly and so did your anxiety , every second you’d glance over to your wrist , then to the door of the shop , hoping that someone would walk in , having the exact same ticking clock on your wrist , portraying the same numbers .

26 • 00h 22mins 6secs

“ How can this new manager be so irresponsible though , not being able to come on the first day . ” your friend pouted and complained to you , as she cleaned up the tables in the shop .

“ I see you were really looking forward to meeting him aye haha ” you teased her as you helped sweep the floor .

She sighed and pouted , “ Yes haha . Also i heard his name’s Jaehyun or something , hopefully he comes tomorrow . ” You nodded your head and packed up your bags , before making your way back home .

You bid your friend goodbye as the both of you walked seperate ways .

You put in your earpiece as you took one more glance at your wrist ,

26 • 00h 8mins 23secs

You bobbed your head lightly to the music as you took the normal path home .

26 • 00h 1min 27secs

A tall figure appeared from afar and he seemed to be rushing , as his phone was in his hands and he was slightly running .

His muscular arms could be seen clearly from his loose white shirt and his blonde hair was shining brightly under the lamp lights .

Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at him , as you saw his figure slowly approaching yours .

Naturally , you were attracted to him .

26 • 0000 -JJH

“ I’m so sorry , i forgot it was today ” he said out frantically as he approached you .

“ I’m really sorry- Hello ? Oh my god ” he called out , almost yelling . You glanced at him as you took a good look at his face - his warm brown eyes were quivering and his lips were pursed together .

His eyes met yours and he walked towards you . He gave you small smile , “ Hey pretty lady , erm , my phone’s battery dead right now , mind if i use yours ? ”

You nodded your head almost instantly , as you reached out your hand to pass him your phone . His eyes fell onto the tattoo on your wrist , and likewise , yours fell on his .

26 • 0000 -Y/N/I

His eyes widened as he looked at you , the same expression you had showing on his face .

Instinctively , you hugged him tightly and you held him close . Despite meeting for the first time , the hug seemed very warm and familiar ,as though you were lovers who finally met after being apart for a long period of time .

He pulled away and his hand carressed your back , “ I’m Jaehyun by the way ”

For the second time that night , your mouth widened and your hands went up to cup your mouth , “ Oh my god , are you the new manager for Shop’s name ? ”

You looked up to see a giggling Jaehyun , as he nodded his head .

“ I’m one of the part-timers there , Y/N !! ”

His arms wrapped around your neck again tightly , as he said softly to you , “ Don’t worry , i’ll treat you like a princess be it during work hours or not , Y/N ”