You grabbed your sword off the
ground, placing it in the pocket on your back. You walked ahead, looking for
any signs of danger. Fortunately, you were in neutral territory, away from all
the violence between the two empires.
There was a war for land going on
between the French and the English. You belonged to neither, a rogue knight as
many say. This has caused a warrant out for your arrest, the kings of both
nations wanting your head on a stick. So whenever a knight stumbled upon you,
they would try to kill you (due to the fact that you were neglecting both
nations). Seeing as you were still walking today with little injury, killing
you was not an easy thing. Still, many tried.
You heard shuffling in the woods
ahead, and immediately ducked behind some greenery. You peeked through, seeing
two knights fighting each other. Most of their armor was off, leaving them in
plain clothing. Usually, you would turn around and run, avoiding the
unnecessary conflict, but it seemed like the man pinned to the ground was
His face was beaten badly, blood
coming out from a slice on his cheek. You bit your lip, debating on whether you
should leave. But, the other man on top of him, was wearing the same outfit as him.
You raised your eyebrows in shock, confused as to why two fellow knights were
fighting. The sword got closer to the man’s neck on the ground, seconds from
cutting through. Immediately, you jumped out of the bushes, kicking off the man
that was on top of the other. He tried to get back up again, but you pressed
your metal foot against his chest, forcing him back to the ground. The two of
them gasped in shock, and you pointed the sword down to the man’s neck,
“Who the hell are you?” He yelled,
and you pressed the tip closer to his neck.
“I’m the one with the sword. Now,
before I change my mind. Leave.” He began to speak again, and you cut his skin
slightly, the blood leaking out. He nodded quickly, and you allowed him to get
up, removing your foot from his chest. He tried reaching for the sword on the
ground, but you waved yours in the air, preventing him from doing so. He gave
one last look at you, then ran, leaving his weapons and armor behind. You
sighed, putting your sword back on the side of you.
You turned to the man on the ground,
and he was gone, leaving only a pool of blood in his wake. “You’re welcome.”
You mumbled, turning back. A sword was pointed at you, the man staring at you.
The blood was still flowing down his face, his curly hair pulled back into a
bun. He was rather tall, a giant compared to you. You rolled your eyes at him,
but of course, he couldn’t see, since you had your helmet on.
“So this is the thanks I get from
saving you?” You grumbled. He said nothing, reaching over to pull off your
helmet. You let him. He revealed your face, and you smiled at him, winking.
“Who are you?” He asked, and you
noticed a slight French accent to his words. You were puzzled. He wore English
armor and clothing, but he was French? Seems like an interesting story to tell.
“Does it really matter? I’m just
trying to get out of the country before you guys destroy it all.” He pointed
the sword closer to your face. You could easily move it away, but you were
entertained, wanting to know what else he had up his sleeve. “Whoa, easy there
boy, no need to get riled up.”
“You did not answer my question.” He
“My name is Y/N.” He widened his
eyes, immediately moving his sword away from you. You lowered your hands
slowly, more perplexed than before. “Um…”
chauve! (I can’t believe it) You’re the rogue knight, the knight everyone
is hunting.” He replied, placing his sword on his side. You wondered why his
first instinct wasn’t to kill you, but you shrugged, grabbing yours off the
ground. “Why are they looking for you? Did you assassinate someone?” So many questions.
“I’m sorry, but I did not hear a
thank you come out of your mouth yet.” You replied, grabbing your helmet off
the ground. You didn’t put it on yet, curious as to what this fake Englishman
had to say. He smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes, hiding your smile.
“Thank you, sir Y/N.” You cringed at
the knight surname, and shook your head.
“No problem, but please, drop the
sir. I hate being called that, my name is just fine by it’s lonesome.” You did
not mean to sound so harsh, and you glanced at the man. He was still smiling.
“Of course, Y/N.” He said back, the
happiness never leaving his face. Why was he so happy? He was still bleeding
profusely, limping. You knew it was unwise to help anyone involved in the war,
but he was helpless. He seemed like a pretty decent guy, and you could not just
leave him behind. Someone would come and kill him minutes after you leave. You
sighed, looking at him.
“If I help tend to your wounds,
would you promise not to tell anyone that you saw me? Pretend like I never
anything for the one who saved me.” He joked, struggling to walk over to
you. You ran over to him quickly, putting his arm around your shoulder. He
smiled down at you.
“What’s your name?” You asked,
helping him along. The closest place you could go without anyone spotting you
is a local town an hour or so away. You promised them that you wouldn’t come
back, but it seemed inevitable, he needed to be treated as soon as possible.
“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert
du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. But you can just call me Lafayette.” He
replied, looking at you. You blinked. Who the hell has a name as long as that?
“Um, okay, Lafayette. Tell me about
yourself, since it is going to take us a while to get there.”
The two of you conversed, him
telling you about his journey on rejecting the French ideals and deciding to
fight for the English instead. The conversation went like this for a while,
until finally, you made it to the small town. The people glared at you as you
walked in, and you gave them sheepish smiles, carrying Lafayette over to the
medical tent. Your friend was the doctor, and he frowned as you walked in
“Y/N, I told you you cannot come
back here, you know-“
“I know, I know. Lafayette just
needed to be treated. Here, I’ll give you the money.” Lafayette protested at
you handing him the cash, but you ignored his pleas, giving the doctor the
money. Your friend sighed, but took it anyway, going over to examine Lafayette.
You took this as your cue to leave, walking back. You heard Lafayette call to
you, and you turned back, looking at him. He had a small smile on his face.
“Thank you, Y/N. You are much kinder
than you make yourself out to be.” You gave him a closed-lipped smile, nodding.
“Are we going to see each other again?”
“Take care of yourself, Lafayette.”
You winked at him, then left quickly, leaving an awe-struck Lafayette behind.
The doctor chucked at Lafayette reaction, cleaning off his wounds. Lafayette
looked at the doctor.
“Is Y/N always this mysterious?” The
doctor nodded, placing cream on Lafayette’s leg.
“Yes, they are. Still, I never saw
Y/N risk their life to save another. You must be special.” Lafayette groaned at
the stitching the doctor began, looking back towards the entrance. A small part
of him hoped that he would run across this Y/N again.
Kuroo checked his phone again then closed opened it then closed it. He sighed impatiently as he waited in line. How long does it take for someone to order something at McDonald’s anyway? He sighed again. His boss would yell at him for being late and make him work the night shift. Pain in the ass night shift. No way in hell he was gonna deal with crazy customers at the dead of night.
Just as he was about to check his phone again the line had finally moved. Sighing in relief Kuroo stepped forward to the register only to feel his heart skip.
“Hi what can I get for you.” Said with a voice of an angel. Kuroo gawked at the beautiful blond cashier before him. Tall blond and beautiful watched Kuroo slightly frowning waiting for an answer. “Sir?”
“Fuck me.” He quietly said.
Beautiful golden eyes behind black frames grew wide as pink appeared in pale cheeks.
Kuroo blushed as he started to stutter looking up to the menu and back at the blond. “I-uh um I,” he felt his neck start to turn red. “Um c-can I get a spicy chicken with l-large fries and a cola?”
“A McChicken with large fries and a cola okay,” he quickly punched in the numbers avoiding eye contact, “that’ll be $5.99 will that be all today sir?”
“Y-yeah,” he smiled blushingly as he slid his card.
“Here’s your receipt.” He hand over his number and quickly greeted the next customer.
Kuroo found himself gawking again as the person behind him pushed him out the way. Snapping back to reality Kuroo quickly moved out the way and made his way to a table. What was that? Sure he’s ran into some pretty hot people and get all giddy and blushingly, the thing is, he was drunk those times. This time he’s sober, wide awake and blushing more than a school girl talking to her crush.
Jolting from the sudden vibration on his leg Kuroo pulled out his phone to see a anger text from his boss and Bokuto telling him he was gonna get his ass chewed and to bring him some nuggets. Kuroo groaned a bit texting fuck you to Bokuto when he heard his angel call his number. Taking in a deep breath Kuroo finally put on his game face. He made his way to the counter and smirked at the blond.
“Here’s your order sir.” He smiled handing the bag over.
Kuroo’s grin grew as he took the bag checking inside. He nods his head and smiles at the blond.
“Is there something wrong sir?” He hands his coke.
“Yeah,” he laughs, “I’m missing something in my order.”
“And that is?” He looks in the bag.
The blond again blushes in surprise but that quickly turns into a frown. “Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Warnings: mild language, kissing (memory), the very mildest of angst? but not really.
A/N: This wasn’t
anywhere in my outline. It just kind of… happened. So, here it is. Ta da! Also, if you would like to be tagged in this
series, please shoot me an ask or a message. Please do not ask in the
comments, because Tumblr doesn’t like to behave and doesn’t notify me every
time someone comments. Boo.
Y/F/N Y/L/N to the
front office, please. Y/F/N Y/L/N to the front office.
You rolled your eyes as you heard your name called over the
intercom at the shelter. It was Saturday, the busiest day for adoptions. So,
naturally, you were able to get nothing
done without being summoned to various parts of the building. But, as Lead
Adoption Coordinator, that was your job.
It had been three weeks since your “date” with Misha, and
you hadn’t heard from him since. Probably for the best, you thought. He was,
after all, a major celebrity. An incredibly handsome, smart, funny, sweet
celebrity. He was almost perfect. Scratch that, he was perfect. He could have any woman he wanted at the curl of his
lips. Those lips.
Imagine being Rick’s little sister. He thinks you’re dead but you survived somehow to find him and his group at the farm months after the outbreak. Now you live with the group and Shane decides to be a ‘jerk’ to you.
fluttered open as a ray of sunshine warmed up your skin. You sighed softly and
stretched your arms, making your rugged blanket fall off your body. You sat
there, a small smile on your lips as your eyes adjusted to the dim morning
light. It must have been early in the morning because you could still hear the
soft sound of Daryl snoring on his cot next to yours. You chuckled silently and
turned your head to the side to look at him. Your cots were at two opposite
sides of his tent but you were still slightly flustered by the approximate
closeness the tent provided. Your eyes trailed up to his face, he had his right
arm over his eyes and the left one gripped his pillow. He looked peaceful, and
for once, he didn’t seem pissed off or sad. You shook your head slightly and
sat up in your makeshift bed, your head still disoriented and your stomach
aching from the lack of food.
It has been
three days now that Daryl found you in the woods and brought you back to your
brother but you were still too weak to go out and help finding Sophia, even if
you desperately wanted to help. You could see how much it meant for the group,
Carol was hardly eating or even living.
The poor woman was already grieving the loss of her little girl and any trace
of hope had already left her heart. Rick couldn’t help but blame himself for
what had happened. Even if he tried to stay strong for everyone, you knew your
brother. You knew that he had to find her in order to forgive himself. Then,
there was Daryl. Your redneck savior was the one who seemed to care the most, even
though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Daryl was out into the woods every single
day to find the lost girl.
your eyes for a second then took a last glance at Daryl’s sleeping form and got
out of the tent with new clothes and your knife. You were too scared of
changing into the tent and taking the risk of Daryl seeing you. As long as you
could remember, you had always been modest and shy around people, especially
men. As you exited the tent and zipped it back up, you looked over the camp.
Everybody was still asleep except from Shane who was on watch on RV’s rooftop.
The man looked down at you and smiled, his eyes roaming your body in a way that
made you gag. You turned your eyes away and started to walk toward the farm
house. You’ve become good friends with Maggie and Beth over the past few days
and Hershel gave you the authorization to use their bathroom to change and
clean up. You climbed up the small set of stairs before the pavilion house,
looking back over the camp to see Shane now standing on the rooftop and looking
in your direction. You turned away again and knocked on the wooden door,
waiting for the authorization to enter the house. Soft footsteps approached the
door quickly and you looked up to be met by Hershel’s squinted eyes. You smiled
and the old man opened the door, returning your smile.
morning, sir.” You greeted your host, the old man smiled at you and stepped
aside to let you in.
morning (Y/N), you’re up early today.” Hershel said, his voice filled with
kindness. You didn’t know why the old man was that nice to you, you knew that
he was a good man but Rick had told you that he wanted you gone when Carl would
be healed and ready to travel. You suspected that Maggie had something to do
with the old man’s behavior towards you.
used to wake up early. When I was alone I couldn’t sleep that much.” You answer
sheepishly as Hershel closed the door and walked into the kitchen.
understand.” He simply answered. “Maggie is already awake if you want to go see
her in her room.” He added, already distracted with a book. You nodded your
head and thanked the man before quickly making your way upstairs and knocked on
You heard her voice say. You smiled and open the door to see her looking out
the window toward your camp. You chuckled as you sat on her bed with your new
clothes still in your arms.
have a good look at Glenn?” You teased her with a mischievous grin, making her
groan and turned around to look at you.
stop?” She said and rolled her eyes as she walked in your direction and sat on
You answered in a chuckle, loving to tease the two love birds. Maggie tried to
convince herself that what she felt for Glenn was nothing more than a crush but
you knew better. You saw how she was looking at him and, more importantly, you
saw how Glenn was looking at her. The young man was completely in love with the
farmer’s daughter, it was obvious.
talking, you’re sleeping in the tent of mister crossbow over there. I know how
you feel about him, you can’t stop looking at that flower he gave you.” Maggie
said and it was your turn to roll your eyes and try to hide your flushed
Maggie, he’s way older than me. I’m sure he doesn’t care about me as much as you
think he does.”
telling yourself that, (Y/N) but I’m telling you. This man has feelings for
you.” She smirked knowingly.
been three days, Maggie!” You argued but Maggie shook her head.
what? He saved you, he brought you back to your brother, he looks after you, he
gives you flowers!” Maggie tried to convince you but you shook your head.
wanted to apologize for being an asshole to me before that, not because he
wanted to make a love declaration.” As the words left your lips, Maggie groaned
stubborn in the Grimes family, I swear!” The southern girl said as she slapped
the palm of her hand on her forehead.
at her antics and so did she, after several more minutes talking with Maggie
you decided to use their bathroom and take a quick shower before changing into
clean clothes. You told Maggie that she could ask for you if she needed any
help with the chores she had to do and went back to your camp. It was still
early but some people were already awake, including Dale, Glenn and Rick. You
smiled brightly and hugged your big brother from behind, wrapping your arms
roughly around his shoulders and jumped on his back. Rick groaned but quickly
grabbed your legs as if he was carrying you on his back.
brother!” You said as you laughed at his grumpy face. You jumped down and he
turned around with a small smirk on his lips.
morning sister, you’re already up?” He asked you and kissed your cheek in a
brotherly way. You smiled and nodded.
went to talk to Maggie while waiting for your lazy ass to wake up.” You teased
him, making him shove your shoulder slightly. Glenn and Dale laughed and you
stepped aside to greet them.
started the fire back and T-Dog was cooking eggs as Carol made her way towards
the man to help him. You were chatting with Glenn when suddenly, Daryl emerged
from his tent, his eyes wide open and quickly putting his crossbow over his
shoulders. He seemed agitated and worried as his eyes looked over the camp in
search of something. Then, his eyes landed on you and he seemed to calm down.
You smiled at him as he exited the tent more at ease and made his way over the
log you were sitting on with Glenn.
morning Daryl.” You greeted him with a nice smile. You didn’t know that but
your smile always made his heart skip a beat.
He grumbled out in his morning voice, making you blush unintentionally. “Where
were ya?” He asked as Glenn passed him a
plate of eggs and squirrel.
“I went to
have a little chat with Maggie.” You answered with a raised eyebrow, taken
aback by his concern.
nodded his head and grumble something before making his way behind his tent to
God knows where. You turned your head towards Glenn who was looking at Daryl’s
direction as if he had just seen a ghost then his eyes shifted to look at you.
was weird.” Your friend said making you giggle and nod your head in agreement.
back after a few minutes and sat on a camping chair next to Glenn, his eyes
shifting from his food to you as you finished your small share of eggs. You
knew that Daryl was suspicious about you giving your food to Carl sometimes but
he had never said anything about it… until now.
heard Daryl’s voice say, making you look up at him. He was extending his plate
in your direction, his nodded his head towards the plate gesturing for you to
take it. You shook your head and tried to decline the offer, Glenn looking from
Daryl to you as you answered the hunter.
your share Daryl. You have to eat, I already had mine.” You tried to lie with a
smile on your lips. Daryl groaned then grabbed your plate and shoved half of his
food into it. You sighed and glanced at Glenn who was smirking at you. Daryl
set the plate on your lap and groaned again.
said sternly making you scoff but eat anyway. Glenn let out a chuckle at your pouting
face, making Daryl and you glare at him.
met Daryl’s, his stare made you blush but you nodded your head at him and
mouthed a small “thank you”. Daryl’s lips tugged slightly into a small smile
then he looked down at his plate. You smiled softly and started to eat the food
Daryl had gave you, hopefully this interaction would go unnoticed by the rest
of the group but it was without taking Shane into account.
well, well!” You heard Shane’s loud voice from the other side of the fire, your
heart stopped as you knew what he was about to do. “Look at that! The stone-cold
redneck seems to have a little crush on my best friend’s little sister, huh!”
His voice was so loud that everyone stopped talking and looked at Daryl then at
hell man?!” Daryl quickly said in a pissed off voice, glaring at Shane in a way
that made you shiver. Daryl could really be intimidating.
“I saw you give
half of your food to (Y/N), man.” Shane said as if he had seen something
forbidden. You looked at Daryl to see him clenched his fists and glared even
more at Shane. Glenn shifted on his seat beside you, clearly feeling uncomfortable
about the situation.
what?” You stepped in, trying to defend Daryl. “What’s your problem Shane?” You
glared at him then looked at Rick who seemed really tired about Shane’s mess.
problem? I don’t have a problem. I just think it’s funny to see a man like him
trying to get to a girl like you.” He said and you saw Daryl’s shoulders tensed.
Your face flushed in anger, knowing how Daryl felt about his origins.
Shane! It’s not because you have your freaking little heart broken that you
have to be a jerk like that. I’m not stupid Shane, I know what you did.” You
said in threatening voice, making Shane tensed up and glared at you.
nothing, little girl.” He seethed getting ready to get up but Rick stepped
enough!” Your brother told Shane in an authoritative voice. Shane sat back down
and everyone looked at Daryl and you.
You felt so
shy and embarrassed about what had happened that you looked down and stared at
your plate. You felt Glenn’s hand on your shoulder and this simple kind gesture
made you feel intently better. Suddenly, Daryl shove his plate to the ground
and got up before storming away towards the RV. Rick followed him and several
people gathered around a car talking about the searching plan for today. You
were still pissed off about what had happened with Shane even if you saw Rick
lecture him about it, it wasn’t enough. In addition, you knew that because of
that Daryl would push you away.
hanging clothes with Carol when you saw the group separate from the car and
going in different directions. Your eyes searched for Daryl and you saw him
walk towards the stable. You quickly excused yourself to Carol and tried to
catch up to him. The man entered the stable as you finally caught up and called
Wait up!” You said as you tried to catch your breath. Daryl stopped and turned around,
his face only showing annoyance.
“What do ya
want?” He asked harshly, making you sighed.
to know if you were alright. You know, after what Shane said…” You mumbled
“I don’t give
a shit about what he said. It wasn’t true anyway…” He answered as if he didn’t care
at all. You looked up at him but he was already walking away towards one of Hershel’s
“But… I mean,
he’s an asshole you know. It’s not personal, it’s…” You tried again but Daryl
turned around and his anger took you aback.
“I said I didn’t
care! I don’t care about ya! I don’t care about what he said! I could never
love a girl like ya! Love is stupid and if ya think that I was giving ya my
food because I care then ya’re stupid too!” Daryl shouted at you, almost getting
in your face.
You took a
step back out of instinct and looked at him with slight fear and sadness. Your
eyes dropped to the ground trying to hide your tears as they trailed down your
cheeks without your consent. You didn’t want to cry before him but you couldn’t
help it. You took a shaky breath in, on order to calm down.
“Well… You made
it pretty clear now. Good luck out there.” You said before turning around and
almost running out of the stable, tears now running down your cheeks freely.
away from the camp and from Carol who tried to call your name but you couldn’t
face her right now. You felt so exposed and stupid as you ran behind the farm
house to hide from everyone. You lent your back against the wooden walls and
slid down until you sat on the ground and buried your face into your knees. You
stayed there, sat in the dirt, crying your eyes out in shame. You didn’t know
why Daryl’s words pained you that much, after all, you had met the man only
three days ago. You knew that a friendship couldn’t develop in this short
period of time but his words still stabbed your heart. Maybe it was because you
cared about him when he didn’t care about you in return? You sighed and tried
to calm down, a few sobs escaping your lips before you harshly wiped under your
eyes and got up at the same time as Maggie walked out of her house by the back
asked in surprise, seeing the miserable state you were in. “What happened?” She
seemed worried as she took you into her arms and hugged you close. You tried to
talk but your throat felt soar so you simply shook your head as she pulled
Daryl, isn’t it?” She asked in an annoyed voice. You looked up at her briefly
then shrugged your shoulders before nodding your head ‘yes’. Maggie sighed and
took your hand to lead you into the house. “Don’t worry, whatever he said, he doesn’t
doubt that.” You said just above a whisper, making Maggie look at you with sad
you’ll help us with dinner. It will make you think about something else.” Maggie
said as she took you with her into the house and made you help her, Carol,
Beth, Patricia and Lori.
laying in the dirt, his head and side hurt but he could only focus on the voice
of his brother. He couldn’t believe that he let this happen, the horse he had
took to search for Sophia sent him down a cliff and he was now hurt with one of
his own arrows piercing though his side. Even if it hurt as hell Daryl couldn’t
help but think that he deserved it. He could still see your pained eyes, your
tears trailing down your cheeks as your heart broke in pieces. Seeing you hurt
was the most horrible thing for him, and knowing that he had caused you so much
pain made him hate himself more than anything.
you think, man! You’re not good enough for a sweet girl like her! Nobody will
ever care about you lil’ brother, except for me.” Merle said and Daryl groaned
man!” Daryl said as strong as he could. “Ya don’t know what ya’re talking
because you do?” Merle laughed, making Daryl close his eyes as he tried to stay
awake. Merle shoved Daryl’s feet, making his little brother open his eyes once
stay awake! You have to make it out of here or I’ll go back to your camp again
and shot officer friendly in the head then take care of your sweet girl for
you!” Merle laughed again, making Daryl groan in anger and opened his eyes
dare hurt her, man!” Daryl searched for Merle around him, ready to beat him to
the ground even with an arrow through his side.
you say you didn’t care about her if you do, man?” Merle asked and kneeled
before his little brother. Daryl felt suddenly too dizzy to even keep his eyes
“I… I don’t
know man… I don’t know…” Was all Daryl could say before he passed out, hearing his
brother laugh at his answer. All he could think about was if he would ever see
(Y/N) Grimes again.
angle.” He thought before falling into darkness.
Hi guys! So here is the second part! I hope that you like it! Tell me if you want a part 3 ;)
Genre: Fluff/Comedy (?) , idk there’s not really a genre for this ?? im sorry haha
Request: Could you write a scenario where you’re working in a coffee shop and taeil always comes with a completely blank face so you decide to write some awful pick up lines on his cup just to see his reaction?
A/N: This was really fun to write and hope you enjoy it !
Chatters, talking , light sounds of the ceramic cups hitting the table and laughter filled the small shop that was located down the street . It was fairly new and you all had a few regulars .
The sound of the bell at the door rang loudly , in came a young and handsome looking man , his facial expressions showing nothing else but a blank face .
“ Welcome ! ” you and your co workers greeted politely with a smile to the young man .
Slowly , he made his way to the counter . His eyes looked up to scheme the menu above , before saying to you , “ May i have a cup of cappuccino please , less sugar . Thank you ”
You gave him your brightest smile , “ Yes sure sir , anything else ? ”
He furrowed his eyebrows , shook his head and replied a simple no .
“ That’d be $4.50 , what’s your name ? ”
He kept a straight face , no reaction to your smile .
“ Taeil , Moon Taeil ”
The lad came in more often until he became a regular , he always ordered the same drink and always had the same expression - it seemed as though he was always thinking deeply of something , unaware of what was happening around him .
You spent your spare time to stare at him , following his every actions and movements , hoping that you’d catch him smile at least once .
But he didn’t .
Everytime he’d stare into blank space , lifting his cup in one hand to take a sip in it while the other was tapping the table , to the music that was playing in the background if the shop .
His looks attracted you , but his actions and blank face attracted you more . He seemed interesting to you and everyday he came in to the shop , your curiousity just grew .
“ Good morning Taeil , the regular ? ” you asked cheerfully to him , like you always did . But every single time he’d just nod his head and paid for his drink , then blankly walking to his seat .
You sighed to yourself knowing that yet another day is going to past like that , without you knowing more about him or getting to talk to him .
Before you wrote down his name , an idea strucked you and you smirked to yourself . You quickly grabbed the marker and wrote down .
“ You already look good but you know what would be better ? If you wore a smile more often ;)) ”
“ Also , if i had to rate you from 1-10 i’d give you a 9 because you’re missing something and that’s a smile ”
You smiled to yourself as you stared at your masterpiece proudly , confident that Taeil would at the very least , give you the reaction you wanted .
You made your way to his table , the cup in your hand . You bowed to him slightly and offered him the cup with your two hands .
“ Hope you enjoy your drink , have a great day ”
Standing behind the counter , you wiped it a cloth while you peeked your head out to look at him , like you always did .
He put down his phone and reached forward to get paper cup . He took a sip out of it and placed it back down again , not noticing the writings at the side .
You let out a sigh , continuing doing your usual work because you knew your plan to get his attention failed .
His movements caught your attention once again , when he took another sip , this time his eyes was on the cup .
As you bit your lips nervously , you saw him turn the cup and read the writings . He shook his head slightly and looked over to you , his straight and blank face still on .
Flustered , you looked away quickly , pretending to talk to your co worker . When you were sure he wasn’t staring at you anymore , you gave him one last glance - he was back to himself again , staring into blank space , as though nothing ever happened .
“ Have a great day too ” he said to you while placing a small tip and a piece of paper , before walking out of the shop calmly , without waiting for you reply .
It was the first time he had ever said that to you and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself , as you kept the tip he left , lifting the paper up to read it .
“ You look better even without a smile and you need more lessons on how to pick people up - with those two previous phrases people certainly wouldn’t fall for you . But i’m different and i think i already did the first day i saw you , 1800-xxxx-xxxx :) ”
Bucky’s eyes shot up as his whole body jolted at the sound of your voice. He’d been preparing for tomorrow’s class, completely swallowed up in his work; until you scared him shitless. You marched down the stairs of the lecture hall, expression unreadable, and he wondered what he’d done wrong.
If Four and Tris were together during her initiation years, do you think Eric should have an affair with the students too? ;)
You see that girl from Abnegation who jumped first. Afterwards, you raise your hand to go next.
“No need to raise your hand, Nose”, says one of the Dauntless-born initiates.
“At least the Stiff had the guts to go first than you Dauntless born”, you say. You immediately walk in front, bypass the two leaders, one who had introduced himself as Eric and the red head guy next to him before taking a dive into Dauntless.
Apparently, your act earlier earned the interest of Eric. Eric is an ass with everyone else, including your instructor Four, but not with you. His name sounds quite familiar too.
The first day go on smoothly. You managed to shoot straight and not to miss. That earned you extra points and according to the chart, you’re not that far behind from ex-Candor Peter.
As you lay in your cot, your head begin to remember who Eric is. His face, minus the piercings, is really familiar until you remember who he was back in school.
He was your senior by a few years. He was one of the genius until rumors spread that he defected his faction - Erudite. You remembered seeing him at the library often, sometimes you thought he always sleep there. You also remembered the huge crush you have on him.
During the rest of the initiation, Eric helps you out - perfecting your fight moves, how to throw a knife straight to the center and so on. Everyone whispers on how it is inappropriate a relationship between a student and a teacher, but seeing it’s Eric, no one dares to question why he favours you.
One day, Eric pairs you up with Peter. Between you and Peter, no hard feelings, but he’s very competitive. The two of you fight hard. Peter dislocates your arm (which you painfully pop back in), cracks a few ribs and gives you a broken ankle while you break his nose, crack his jaw and break his leg with your now broken ankle. Eric finally stops the fight, seeing that none of you want to stop.
The doctor’s advice didn’t stop you or Peter from joining the party at The Pit that same day, later that evening. Peter is already drinking and dancing, despite his broken leg. After your third shot, you wobbly make way to the tattoo parlour.
Tori smirks as you approach her. “Wow, still walking…”, she says.
You get a few piercings - one loop at the bottom lip, a few studs on each ear and one on the left eyebrow, opposite of Eric’s right eyebrow. Then, you go on and get a tattoo - a blue dragon curling along your left arm.
The next day, Eric summons you to his office. He raises his eyebrow seeing your piercings, especially the eyebrow one. He scans through his tablet before standing up and leaning by his desk.
“You did a great job, (y/n)”, Eric is not the one who always express or complement people on how they did a great job.
“Thank you, sir”, you say. This is getting very awkward when the two of you just stand there, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m surprised you picked Dauntless”, says Eric.
“With all due respect, sir, I want to proof to people that I’m not just a nerd. I want to be strong…”, you say.
“Here I thought your day of stalking me at the library was over the day I left”, says Eric, chuckling. You look up, blushing.
“Sir…, I…, what I was doing…”, you stutter and Eric cuts you off.
“Let me be a little Candor, (y/n). I don’t know how to be nice, even when I want to. Don’t expect us to turn out like Number Boy and that Stiff”, says Eric, crossing his arms. You look down, hiding your smile.
“Don’t worry, sir, your secret is safe with me”, you say. Eric approaches you and he towers you as your back hit the door.
“I quite like when you call me ‘sir’”, he says, smiling with mischief. You close the distance, but you didn’t kiss him.
“If I pass initiation, what do I get…, sir?”, your tone is filled with seduction.
“Keep yourself on the top…, and I’ll make sure you get to top”, he says, winking at you.
Surely, you and Eric’s relationship are kept quiet and you make your way to the top 10. Eric looks at you and nods. You then are summoned to Max’s office who offers you the leadership program, after reading Eric’s recommendation.
“You know, this is the first time Eric has ever written one of these. You must’ve done pretty good, despite your ranking”, says Max.
“With all due respect sir, there are others who deserve this position, but seeing how I got it, I can’t say no to such opportunity”, you say and Max chuckles at your response.
“You sound like Eric”, he says before letting you head off to the graduation party at The Pit.
You found Eric has started the drinking. You sit beside him and he hands you a shot.
“Trust me, you need to loosen up for what I have in mind for tonight”, he whispers, causing you to shiver with anticipation.
After a few drinks and minor touching, Eric immediately drags you back to his place. The minute he kicks the door close, all the sexual frustrations the two of you kept hidden so well are released there and then. Clothes are scattered all over the floor and Eric picks you up, taking you to his bed.
He isn’t all that sweet and romantic, but he tries to be gentle. As promise, he let you top. His hands are at your hips and he guides you as you ride him. At first, you go slow and when the pleasure builds up, you ride him faster.
You come first, moaning his name and collapsing on his chest. Eric makes a few more thrusts before you could feel his warm cum inside you. Eric rolls you over and his pillow is quite comfy as his chest.
“You know, back then at the library, I was fighting my urge to just pounce on you”, you confess.
“Yeah? That skirt you always wear was too provocative for me”, he says and the two of you laugh. Eric holds you close and his heartbeat lulls you to sleep in his arms.