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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Careful Not to Lose Her: Agnes x Reader

Request: Is it okay for me to request an Agnes x Female reader fic imagine where reader meets her for the first time and calls her beautiful? Like she just randomly compliments Agnes and Agnes is surprised by that and gets shy but returns it? And maybe the two start flirting with one another all the time and maybe reader stops for a bit as she spends more time with Wanda (helping her with the kids) and Agnes feels jealous and stops talking and reader is all confused and confronts her and Agnes admits her feelings for her are true? 😊 I'm happy ppl r writing for her lmao I love her! And maybe they share a kiss 👀 (sorry this was a long request hah)

Summary: You and Anges become very close, but when you have to help Wanda with the kids more often it strains your relationship.

Words: 1300+

Warnings: light angst

Author’s Notes: I wrote this imagining it happening in the 80s/early 90s era, but you can probably picture it whenever you want.

You hear the doorbell ring, and Wanda gets up and smiles, “Oh that’s probably just Agnes, I’ll introduce you,”

You nod, pushing yourself off the couch as well. You haven’t met many people in town yet besides Wanda and her family, so you’re interested to meet some more hopefully friendly faces.

“Hiya neighbor!” Agnes waltzes in. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Oh this is Y/N! She just moved in across the street,” Wanda says. “Y/N, this is Agnes,”

“Hey!” you shake her hand. “Wow, you’re beautiful,”

Her mouth falls open a bit, and her hand freezes in yours, “Well I…gosh you’re too kind,” after taking a moment to process what you just said, she bursts out laughing, “Not too bad yourself, hun,”

You grin, following Wanda back to the couches to chat some more. She and Agnes tell you everything you need to know about the town, who to befriend, who to avoid, and where to spend your time. Wanda introduces you to her twin boys and her husband when he gets home from work, who eyes you a bit suspiciously. Wanda assures you he just has a cautious personality towards new people, so you try to shrug it off and not take it too personally.

“Well, I think I’m gonna head out, maybe stop by the gym for a bit,” Agnes announces, heading towards the door. “Would you like to come, Y/N?”

“Oh! I mean, sure! But I didn’t bring any workout clothes…”

As if out of thin air, Wanda hands you a set, in your exact size and favorite colors.

“How did you-“

Vision sets a hand on her shoulder, “Darling I thought we talked about not using your pow-“

“Eeeeer you go! Have fun you two!” Wanda smiles, pushing you and Agnes out the door.

You look at Agnes as the door slams behind you, “Did I miss something?”

“Oh no, those two have always been weird,” she shrugs. “I’ve stopped asking questions,”

“Huh…”

“Anyway, let’s go! Don’t wanna miss the evening cardio dance class!” she takes your hand and leads you into the town square.

Once you arrive and change into your clothes, you meet Agnes in the corner of the gym, “Agnes I’ve never done one of these before, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do-“

“Oh, relax. No one does. It’s just for fun!” she playfully pokes your arm, “I only started coming because my ex-husband Ralph told me I should find somewhere to get all my excess energy out, but now I do it to have a good time,”

You nod as you hear the teacher of the class crank up the music and lead everyone in some warm-ups.

Surprisingly it’s just as Agnes said, and you end up having more fun than you’ve had in a while. You just move and dance around with her, singing loud and off key to the tunes, and laughing so hard that you’re afraid you’ll disrupt everyone enough to get kicked out.

Thankfully you don’t get kicked out though, and you leave the gym still laughing and very sweaty.

“Alright I’ll admit, that was pretty fun,” you agree. “We should hangout some more sometime!”

“Oh, yes please,” she chuckles. “I’m free anytime you need me to be,”

And just like that, you spent as much time with her as you possibly could. You went to classes with her every Tuesday, went on errands with her, and went out for dinner a few nights a week as well. You were inseparable, and it shocked you how it was so after so little time. You just bonded with her so well, and you feel like you can be yourself with her.

One day while you’re headed out to meet up with her, your phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N! It’s Wanda. So sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to babysit the boys tonight? I know it’s last minute, but something came up that I really need to take care of,”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah…everything’s fine, just, some things aren’t running as smoothly as usual, ya know…at work,”

“I didn’t know you had a job-“

“So will you be able to make it?”

“Yeah, I can be right over,”

You hang up the phone with a slight sense of unease. Something wasn’t right with Wanda, but you’re always open to helping a friend, so you try not to think on it too hard.

On your way over, you knock on Agnes’s door to tell her there was a change of plan. She’s disappointed, but she agrees to reschedule another time.

Unfortunately it’s not the only time this happens. Wanda starts asking for your help a little more often, and you have to cancel more meetups with Agnes. Sometimes Wanda sticks around and sometimes she’s gone, but either way you can tell why she needs so much help with the kids. They’re not awful by any means, but twins can be difficult for anyone, especially new parents.

Eventually you have to cancel so much that you just stop rescheduling, telling Agnes that you’ll just let her know when you’re free, but that time starts to exist less and less. Sometimes she’ll stop by the Vision household to say hello, but you’re not able to talk very much.

By the time Wanda lets you off the hook a bit and needs your help a little less, your friendship with Agnes is nearly gone. Whenever you see her in the grocery store or just around town, she avoids your gaze and turns the other way.

After a couple weeks of failing to get her attention, you’ve had enough. You aren’t going to let her get away that easily.

You knock on her door and ring the doorbell repeatedly until she finally caves and opens it, her face sadder than you’ve ever seen it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” you demand, harsher than you meant to.

“Well sorry I don’t want to hang out with someone who doesn’t have time for me anyway,” she scoffs.

“I do have time for you!”

“Oh really? Where was all that time for the past I don’t even know how long? Oh yeah, you spent it with Wanda instead,”

“I was helping her!”

“I’m not mad at you for helping her! But you couldn’t say you weren’t available at least sometimes?!”

“I was trying to be nice!”

“I’m sure you were,” she rolls her eyes. “But it wasn’t very nice to me,”

“Agnes, look, I’m sorry-“

“You know what? No. That’s not good enough,” she points a finger. “I like you, Y/N. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone. I thought we had something going, I thought we were special to each other. But I guess I wasn’t worth giving some effort back,” she starts to close the door, but you grab it first.

“Agnes, please,” you sigh, a tear falling from your eye. “I’m so sorry. I really am. What I did was wrong. I’ve always struggled with saying no to people who need help, but I know that isn’t an excuse to abandon anyone, and I won’t do it again. I like you too, and I’ll do everything I can to make this up to you,”

She looks at you a moment, taking in your words.

“I suppose I forgive you,” she finally says. You look up and smile. “And I suppose you can make it up to me by taking me on an official date,”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you nod vigorously, wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. When you pull away slightly, you give her a quick kiss, barely a second, but enough to get a reaction. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked first-“

Before you can finish apologizing for overstepping, she grabs you back and kisses you for real, hard and longer than you care to count.

#wandavision #agnes #agnes x reader #wandavision x reader #agnes brooch #agatha harkness #wandavision spoilers

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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The Beach Day - ep. 02 - JJ Maybank

Summary: It’s the second day of s’week and your group decides to hit up the beach. Issues before and after put a damper on the vacation but the events of the day might just bring you and JJ closer together.

The S’week Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Beach day bitches!” JJ shouted, footsteps thudding down the steps as he entered the kitchen. Sarah was slumped over the island, scrolling mindlessly through her instagram feed while you sat across from her on your computer. 

“How’re you not hung over?” Sarah asked, turning just enough to glare at her boyfriend’s best friend. 

“Cause I didn’t drink my body weight in four locos?” JJ shrugged.

“You say as you down a natty for breakfast,” you mentioned, watching him stand in the doorway of the refrigerator as he drank. 

Sarah and John B had joined you on the beach the night before where Sarah had gotten absolutely cooked because she ‘couldn’t deal with JJ’ while she was sober. While the three of you split a case of Pabst, Sarah had accumulated as many blue four locos as she could find and proceeded to drink until John B had to carry her back to your house. 

“I need a shower and like three more hours of sleep before I even think about the beach.” Sarah mentioned, coming back around to JJ’s original idea. 

“Is the point of s’week not to go to the beach?” 

“And I will JJ, when I’m not practically dead. I came down here for some ginger ale, sorry I’m not standing at the door ready to go.” Sarah snapped, sitting up enough to glare at JJ. 

“You guys are super fun to vacation with clearly,” you cut in, closing your laptop, “I have to go to the market before we hit the beach so...do you wanna come JJ?” 

You figured the best plan of action you could possibly have for this vacation, especially after yesterday, was to keep JJ and Sarah away from each other. If they could survive five days without murdering each other in the house it would only be because they didn’t spend any time together sober. Which seemed fine with both of them. 

Sarah got off the island stool, taking her phone and leaving the half empty can of ginger ale as she went back upstairs to find her boyfriend. Possibly to take the shower she claimed she needed but probably just to wake up John B and complain about JJ’s attitude all over again. 

“Morning,” Pope passed Sarah on the stairs, coming into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle, “what’s with her?”

“Hang over,” you replied, “If you and Kie want to wait to go to the beach, I’m just running to the market with JJ and then we can all go?” 

“Yeah sure,” Pope nodded in agreement as you excused yourself to get changed. When you were out of the kitchen Pope turned his attention to JJ, who was rummaging through cabinets for something to eat. “I thought you ‘didn’t want to spend senior week with a bunch of fucking kooks’?” 

JJ paused in his search, looking back over his shoulder at Pope, schooling his expression into one of indifference. “Keep your enemies close Pope.” He replied, “and if they wanna buy you some free food then fucking let ‘em.” 

“You know, she does seem nice.” Pope reasoned. He knew his friend well enough to pick up on tells. JJ could pretend like he wasn’t as easily swayed by a cute girl but truth of the matter was that he was looking for the same thing John B and Pope had seemed to obtain. Someone in their lives a little closer than a friend. 

“Don’t try to make it something it’s not.” JJ replied, grabbing a bag of Frozen themed graham crackers and shutting the cabinet. 

You came down the stairs at the same moment, changed into different clothes to go out. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

JJ sat with his feet up on the dash, black scuffed boots leaving dirty prints on the glove compartment of your ‘88 land cruiser. He fiddled with his phone the whole time, switching between playlists as you drove. You’d given him the aux cord willingly, knowing that Kiara has good taste in music from the years at the academy with her and assuming her friends were the same way. 

“This car isn’t very kook of you,” JJ mentioned as he plugged his phone in, noting the old tape deck adapter that the cord plugged into. 

“I think you’re obsessed with that word.” You replied. 

“What? Kook?” 

“Yeah...is it possible for you to not say it for the next four and a half days?” You asked, looking over at him briefly as you stopped at a red light. 

“Of course it is.” 

“Okay, it’s a bet then.” 

“What do I get if I win?” He asked switching to another song when one he didn’t care for came on. 

“You can decide when you win.” You replied, “also, to ease your concern for my car, my dad’s not really into all that ‘kook’ shit. My grandparents are, hence the keys house but my dad tries not to flash his money.” 

“I’ve never met a k-never met anybody on the Eight that doesn’t.” JJ replied. 

“Well I think it was established yesterday that we should get to know each other more.” 

The Winn-Dixie you took him to was a little further away than necessary but it was your favorite, a little less updated, it reminded you of coming down in the summers as a kid. 

JJ was out of the car the second you pulled into a spot, grinning as he looked toward the entrance. There in the front of the store, between the set of sliding glass doors, was a mechanical horse that looked straight out of the 80’s. “I’m getting on that before we leave.” 

“I think you’ll break it.”

“I think you’ll break it.” He snarked back and you couldn’t help but laugh as you followed him inside. 

“Hey!” 

You turned in the frozen food aisle when you heard someone call your name. Kelce waved as he walked over, pushing a half-cart of food. 

“Hey, Kelce.” You greeted, shouldering the door to the Ben and Jerry’s display. “How’s the rental?”

“Pretty sweet. Heard you got Sarah and her friends at your place?” He replied, gaze shifting passed you as he spotted JJ at the top of the aisle. “Scarlett saw you two at the party last night. She told Rafe.”

You looked back as the blond approached, smiling at him before turning back to Kelce, “Scarlett can tell Rafe whatever the fuck she wants. I don’t really care. My life is none of his business.”

JJ came up beside you, missing the entirety of the conversation, putting an arm over your shoulder for the sake of Kelce, while he dropped some orange juice in the cart. Kelce looked both of you over, an expression of annoyance and contempt marring his features. He wasn’t a big fan of Rafe but he would defend a fellow kook, especially a friend of Topper’s, over you any day. You flew under the radar when you hung out with them, and they tolerated you because your family had more money than most, but you were far from the typical kook.

“I better get going.” Kelce finally said, shifting his cart to walk passed you, “make sure you check all your silverware before they leave.”

Before he could pass you completely JJ’s hand grabbed the end of his cart and he stepped in front of Kelce. “What’d you say?”

“I swear to god, if you two make a scene right now-” You groaned, annoyed as it was that Kelce had brought up your ex-boyfriend or the fact that they were in creeping distance of your house. And now he was being an asshole to JJ.

“Hey, I’m just stating a fact.” Kelce said, grinning, “you got sticky fingers just like your old man-”

JJ shoved Kelce’s cart back, pushing it into him stepping closer. You grabbed JJ’s arm to stop him from doing any more damage. You didn’t honestly know anything about his family life or him other than what you were learning as you went along but what Kelce said had clearly struck a cord. JJ looked back at you, jaw tense but eyes softer than they had been when he was looking at Kelce.

“It isn’t worth it, don’t let Kelce being a douche ruin the day.” You said, glancing over at the kook in the aisle. “Let’s just go.”

“Fine. Lets go.” JJ grabbed the handles of your cart and twisted it around, heading back the way he had first come down.

“Hey, in the future try to keep your dog leashed.” Kelce commented.

“What the fuck did you just say?” JJ shouted, leaving the cart and coming back down the aisle. You darted in front of him, putting your hands on his chest to stop him from completely plowing passed you and pounding on Kelce in the middle of the Winn Dixie.

“You heard me, fucking pogue.”

“I swear to god, say one more thing and I’ll fucking rip your throat out!” JJ threatened though he kept his anger in check enough that he didn’t push you.

“Hey, no!” You snapped before turning back to where Kelce was still standing, looking smug, “Kelce, fucking leave.”

“See you guys around.”

“Like hell!” JJ shouted after him. Once Kelce was far enough away JJ backed away from you and ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down. “I fucking hate those guys, I swear to god, they’re all fucking douches!”

“I’m not arguing with you JJ, I’m just saying it’s not worth it to push them, especially not in the middle of a fucking grocery store.” You sighed. “Lets just go okay...we can head back and go to the beach.”

“I gotta cool down...” JJ said, trailing off. He still felt like he wanted to punch something and Kelce was well gone by now.

You stepped over to the refrigerator door closest to him and opened it, jokingly swishing it back and forth like you were fanning him. “Does this help?”

“I hate you.”

The rest of the grocery trip went without a hitch, JJ falling back into a more easy-going persona as he walked the length of the Winn-Dixie with you. Without quarters neither of you got the opportunity to ride the mechanical horse though you promised to come back later in the week with him. When you got back from the store Sarah was already on the back patio, beach bag ready to go.

“They almost left without us.” Kiara mentioned as she helped you unload the car.

“Why am I not surprised?” You loved Sarah but she was single minded and currently, for the last few years, the object of her attention had been John B. It was fine when he wasn’t around but now her main focus was him and spending senior week with him and sunbathing.

Able to wait long enough for you to come home from the grocery store but not long enough for you to actually unload the groceries, Sarah and John B headed down to the beach while you were still getting changed into your bathing suit. With them gone it just left you, JJ, Kiara, and Pope to head down the beach together though you didn’t mind.

Even though it was senior week the beach wasn’t too crowded, the four of you setting up a little closer to the water. Pope helped Kiara with the umbrella while you set up the blankets, watching JJ pull his shirt off and kick off his sandals.

“Do you have sunscreen on?”

“JJ never wears sunscreen.” Pope said, looking over at his best friend.

“You should be down here. The sun is more intense down here.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I've ever heard.” JJ replied, putting his sunglasses back on.

“Are you kidding me?” You asked, looking up at him like he was crazy. You knew from passed experience that the sun in Florida was a nightmare and could only imagine his pale skin burning in the summer sun.

“You should put sunscreen on Jay, seriously.” Kiara said, offering him hers.

“Nope.” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t come crying to me when you burn.”

You and Kiara headed down to the water almost as soon as everything was set up. As you neared the edge of the water JJ ran up behind you, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you into the air. You screamed in surprise, Kiara and Pope laughing as JJ carried you into the ocean and threw you into the water. When you surfaced, you jumped him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and sending him falling back into the current.

“Guys!” Kiara shouted when JJ accidentally backed into her trying to grab you again when you ran away from him.

“Sorry!” You laughed, running behind Pope and holding him in front of you.

“No! I’m not getting in this!” Pope said though he was laughing as he tried to move away from you.

“Get over here!” JJ reached for you, just missing and falling into the water. While he was under, he grabbed your ankle, dragging you under as he surfaced. You screamed again as you fell into the water, coming up and sputtering saltwater as you tried to catch your breath.

“JJ!” Kiara smacked his arm as she swam over to you, rubbing your back as you shook your head.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You swore, voice hoarse. When you looked up from the water your eyes met JJ’s and you smiled, splashing water toward him.

You stayed close to JJ throughout the afternoon, offering him sunscreen a few more times though he continued to claim that he ‘didn’t burn’ and that he was perfectly fine in the sun. When he and Pope went further out to jump waves you headed back up the beach with Kiara to sunbathe.

“I don’t think you should go,” you said, standing in the door of the bathroom as JJ stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the harsh red burn that covered the entirety of his back and shoulders and part of his arms. You had been right about the sun in Florida and he had learned that the hard way.

“I’ll be fine.” JJ replied though he sounded a little apprehensive. “All I need is some aloe and I’m good as new.”

“Okay,” you bit your lip, knowing that it was a bad idea to let him go to the party but also knowing that there was no way he was going to listen to you. He hadn’t listened to you in the market and he definitely hadn’t listened to you about putting on sunscreen so there was no reason for him to listen now.

The party was down the street from your grandparents' house and you cut through the beach to get there, carrying your shoes as you walked beside JJ. You knew his back was bothering him by the way he kept twitching but you said nothing. The party the night before had been nothing compared to this one which was clear as you walked into the house.

“Finally, a good fucking party.” JJ announced, scoping out the place.

“He says on the second night of the entire week.” Pope commented, rolling his eyes.

Kiara pulled him off to dance while John B and JJ went to find refreshments. Sarah stayed by you, hovering a little too close, and you frowned as you began to catch on to her motive. “I don’t even know if they’re here.”

“If my brother and Topper heard that there was a party anywhere near their place and didn’t decide that they definitely had to come? Yeah, I’m sure they’re having a quiet night in playing scrabble.”

“I didn’t mean they wouldn’t be here I just meant I’m perfectly capable of dealing with your brother Sarah.”

“Except every time you see him you’re so cringe it’s unbearable.”

“I am not!”

“How many times have you gotten back together with him? Because the second he even looks your way you totally turn to jello and do whatever he wants.” Sarah pointed out.

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking around the party and suddenly feeling like you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Look, it’s over. For real this time. I don’t want anything to do with him and I’m not just saying that.”

“Good, I hope not. JJ and I don’t always get along but he’s John B’s best friend and I don’t wanna see him get hurt or anything.” Sarah commented.

“What are you even talking about Sarah? JJ and I are barely friends. Just because we hung out today doesn’t mean we won’t go back to our usual kook v pogue shit when we get back to North Carolina.” You replied, “I’m getting a drink.”

You pushed through the crowd to the kitchen, grabbing a seltzer and heading down the hall for somewhere quiet. Sarah had sucked the party right out of you and honestly all you wanted to do was walk home and forget the whole night had even begun. You knew she was right, you had fallen back into Rafe’s charm more times than you could count but this time you swore things were going to be different. They had to be. You couldn’t keep putting yourself in that situation. And speak of the devil, you had just grabbed the doorknob on the bathroom when you heard the familiar voice call your name.

You turned around to see Rafe standing there in the hallway, beer in hand and grin on his face. “Topper and Kelce said you were down here...I was starting to think they were seeing things.”

“Did it occur to you that I didn’t want to see you?” You asked, turning your face away from him and looking back down the hall.

“Oh come on, you’re not still mad about your grad party are you?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“Am I still mad that you showed up to my graduation party high off your ass and embarrassed me in front of my entire family. And then on top of that I had to catch you with my cousin?” You said, holding your ground. You hadn’t been lying to Sarah when you said that the last time was the last time you were doing this.

“Babe-”

“Don’t babe me Rafe, I made it perfectly clear I wanted nothing to do with any of you. Why are you even here? Aren’t you a little old to be hanging out on senior week.”

You watched the tic of his jaw as it tensed, “I came to see you and convince you to give me another shot babe. What happened was a mistake.”

“You sound like Topper, desperate and pathetic.”

Before you could get away Rafe grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him. “I won’t give up.” He said, leaning forward and kissing you while you were trapped between him and the wall. He reeked of alcohol and you pushed at him, trying to shove him away from you. He wouldn’t let up, hands holding your wrists and pushing you harder against the wall.

“Rafe!” Someone shouted and his concentration broke long enough for you to push him away and duck into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and locked it, leaning your head against the wood and taking a deep breath. Trying to steady your heart beat as the sound of the bass from the music thumped gently in rhythm with the pounding.

You heard the familiar gag of someone about to throw up and turned just in time to see JJ throw his head almost into the toilet bowl as he vomited. His whole body seemed to convulse and as he fell back against the tub you realized he was sweating.

“JJ!”

He groaned but said nothing to you, leaning forward into his lap. You came over, kneeling onto the ground beside him and carefully reaching for the hem of his shirt. “Can I take this off?” You asked, “I want to get some aloe on your back to cool you down.”

“I’m not even drunk, what the fuck.” He groaned, letting you take the cut-off shirt off of him. You got up and grabbed some aloe from the cabinet before coming back and sitting between him and the bathtub. He leaned closer to the toilet, waiting to throw up again.

“I think you have sun poisoning Jay,” you said, watching him shiver as the first of the aloe hit his shoulders and neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Tally this as another fucking terrible part of the trip.”

“When you’re feeling up to it, can we try walking back to mine? You might be more comfortable there, where there isn’t a massive party happening.” You reasoned.

He nodded. There was a long pause as you worked aloe into his back, cooling him down significantly, before he finally spoke up again, “are you okay? Why’d you come in the bathroom?”

“Saw someone I didn’t wanna see.”

“Kelce?” He joked. A second later he was kneeling up on his knees so that he could throw up into the toilet and you were holding his hips to steady him as he leaned over the toilet.

“It’s okay.” You comforted when you realized the quiet noises, he was making were whimpers from the feeling the vomiting was causing. “You’re gonna be okay.” When he fell back onto his butt again you rubbed his back carefully, adding a little more aloe. “We need to get you some water too, sun poisoning can dehydrate you.”

As you took care of JJ any thoughts of Rafe where pushed to the back of your mind. You knew it was only the second night and you had the rest of the week to survive, and he was was nothing if not persistent, but you couldn’t worry about what he wanted or what he would do when JJ was taking up all your attention. Not for the same reason he had on the beach today but still, you didn’t mind focusing on him for a while.

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kabootarandishaan · 4 years

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Shopping Shenanigans

Summary: It's the late 80s you're grocery shopping, and BAM! Shit goes flying everywhere. Thankfully a certain redheaded man out here got your back.

Pairing: Noriaki Kakyoin/Reader

A/N: This was from an anon cherry had! It's gonna be quick so don't hate me. Reader is gender neutral so E for everyone! @kakyoin-shades

Warnings: None

You knew it was a stupid idea to push off grocery shopping till the last minute. Nonetheless, you had managed to continuously convince yourself that you still had some type of sustenance laying around. It wasn't until you were nearing the third week of your delusion that you realized you couldn't live off of club crackers and mustard. After checking the fridge one last time you let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed the keys to your car.

You had to drive around for about 10 minutes before you could find a parking space. On top of that, it was a spot all the way at the end of the lot, so far you would say the day was not in your favor. You made your way inside and thought to get the essentials first, milk, cheese, etc. After bagging some of those items you went over to the produce section, after grabbing some vegetables you went over to grab some fruits.

You had gathered the basics but just as you were eyeing some watermelons something, more like someone, caught your eye. You looked up to see a man, an attractive one you might say, wearing an emerald green outfit sporting a red mullet. As odd as it was you had to admit, it suit him. You saw him holding a watermelon, knocking his hand against it as if to determine its quality. The scene made you giggle, it seemed he took notice of that because he gave a nervous smile your way before placing the melon in his cart.

You had maneuvered your cart over to where he was, you were only standing an arms length away from him. You saw the man look over to the cantaloupes. Coincidentally, you also were going to grab one. You quickly gave them a once over and grabbed one, placing it into your cart. You could feel his gaze on you so you turned to look at him. "Yes, sir?" You gave him a smile. He became a little flustered but quickly gathered himself. "My bad, it's just...how did you know which one was good?" Now this was a nice change of pace from your otherwise trash day.

"Well, there isn't really a secret. Just make sure they aren't spoiled really." You gave a small shrug before handing him cantaloupe. "Here. I think that'll be fine for you." You watched as he took it and carefully examined it before giving a nod of satisfaction. "Thank you… I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"Y/N, and you are…" He placed the cantaloupe in his cart before reaching his hand out. "Noriaki Kakyoin. Most people just call me Kakyoin though" You shook his hand before returning your attention back to your own cart. "Well, it was nice to meet you Kakyoin. Maybe I'll see you around." You gave him one last smile before moving towards the checkout aisle.

Your good mood was short lived because once you had checked out you had another issue, getting almost 3 weeks worth of groceries to and into your car. You made your way down the parking lot, pushing your cart along. You let out a grunt as you hauled open your trunk, sometimes it got jammed. You groaned as you tried to strategically place your groceries in the back.

You struggled for a while, the parking lot was at an incline so you had to multitask, one hand on the cart while the other tried loading groceries. You were managing okay, until the bag containing your cookies ripped open causing the box to fall and scatter pieces everywhere. "Shit! You muttered before hearing a familiar voice behind you. "Y/N, do you need some help?" You looked over your shoulder to see Kakyoin two cars down loading the last of his groceries into his car.

You smiled and sighed in relief. "Yes please." He gave a small chuckle before coming over to help you. He told you to hold the cart as he finished placing the last of your groceries into the car. He then offered to take the cart back which you gladly accepted. As he made his way back you had managed to salvage some of the cookies. "Some of them are still good." You held one out for him to take. "Thank you Kakyoin. You really didn't have to help."

He took it from your hand, taking a bite before answering. "No worries Y/N. It seems like you weren't having the best of days anyways. Glad I could be of service. But I think it's gonna take more than a cookie to make us even." He gave you a smirk as you raised your eyebrows at him. "Hmm, anything particular on your mind?" You gave an intrigued smile. "How about a cup of coffee?" You couldn't help but bite your lip. "Actually coffee sounds great right about now." His smile widened to a grin.

"Well, I know a great cafe right around the corner from here. If you don't mind leaving your groceries unmanned we could check it out." He pointed in the direction of the cafe as he spoke. "I think they'll be fine." You laughed. "Well then, shall we?" Kakyoin stepped aside placing his hand out for you to hold. You gladly took it. "Lead the way Kakyoin." You both walked hand in hand in the direction of the cafe.

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December 14th- Bow-Head

Universe: 80′s Punk (Okay so a little more late 80′s post-punk/pre-goth) AU Rating: T (Teen and Up: Swearing/ Violence...kinda?) Length: Words 1830

Oh hey look another “decade” AU that takes place in a bar... hmmm, I wonder where this is going? ...If it ain’t broken don’t fix it! Also, it should be known that I was born in the 90′s, so this is just honestly a lot of me liking the Sex Pistols, Joy Division, and Siouxsie Sioux coming out all at once rather than any actual knowledge or research. Whoops.

We both went out to the party Down a long, great western road You told the drunks I knew karate That was a lie, that was a lie, that was a lie They chased us through the city center They chased us out to the east end We had to hide behind the supermarket Until the sun came up again -Zoey Van Goey (You Told the Drunks I Knew Karate)

Kristoff sighed and leaned against the wall. This, he had already decided, was most definitely not his scene. He wasn’t the kind of guy to really go out to concerts or even parties really, but his friend was in the band, and it had been months since he’d promised to go to one of his gigs. He just hadn’t expected it to be in the basement of some run-down bar with it’s only claiming to fame being a rumor that some unknown punk singer walked by it once and proclaimed it to be an absolute shit hole.

He’d never seen so much black in one room in his life and honestly didn’t know whether he ever cared to again, but the music was decent, and no one was bothering him much, so he decided to stay. After all, he had promised Sven, and he didn’t feel overly out of place. Jeans and a dark jacket seemed to have him inconspicuous enough to avoid trouble.

“Kristoff!”

He turned to the sound and knew instantly that he was in trouble. Anna Arendelle… why the hell? The little red head whose house he’d been working on for the past couple months was bounding towards him in a tight dress, her makeup dark, and jewelry in layers. He hardly noticed it though, because even across the dim space, he could see the absolute panic in her eyes.

He pushed off the wall and pulled his hands out of his pockets. Something was wrong, and while he didn’t know Anna overly well, her dad usually kept him and the other guys from speaking to her or her sister. They’d had a couple conversations anyway, and he’d liked her, despite pegging her for an absolute bow-headed preppie, something that her outfit seemed to disprove.

“Hey Anna,” he said, reaching out a hand to her, only to be shocked when she ran straight into his chest, “You alright?”

“Hug me,” she hissed out, panic even more evident in her expression, “Please!”

He did as he was asked, pulling her in closer, starting to understand what might be going on.

“There’s these guys, I told them you were my boyfriend. Sorry! Sorry! Just don’t nark me out, okay?”

He sighed, “Of course sweetheart!”

He wished that he could say that this was the first time something like this had happened to him. He was a big guy, and an even bigger softie. Women always seemed to see that in him when he walked in a room, and when they had trouble, they went straight for him. It was nice, he supposed, that this time it was someone he knew.

She looked up at him and mouthed a thank you before gluing on a fake smile and continuing the charade. “Can we go home? My feet are killing me!”

“Of course,” he said, stepping out and taking her under his arm, hoping that Sven would understand why he left before the end of his set. He figured he’d get her out of there and come back in anyway. “I told you you should have worn boots though.”

It was easy to slip into conversation with her, even if fake. That’s why he’d always chatted with her while working. He didn’t like to talk much, but there was something about her that made it bearable.

“Well maybe I just wanted to look cute for you is all.”

He nearly blushed at that, guiding her through the crowd of people smoking and drinking and listening to whatever kind of music the band was playing. Post-punk, New wave, Goth something? He didn’t know. Sven had mentioned them all at some point and he personally couldn’t tell the difference. And while he knew one thing for sure, that Anna was just playing along to save her own skin from whoever had been hitting on her, he couldn’t help but think about all the times she had looked particularly nice while speaking to him.

“Is that why you’ve always got lipstick on when I come by?”

She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes switching to shock as she stared at his face, but quickly changing to a practiced sort of disinterest, “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Maybe I just like to let you think that it is.”

He could have kicked himself, and he didn’t see a way out without digging himself a deeper hole. “Well either way, you look nice.”

“Well you’re not so fricking bad yourself,” she said back, teasing in her tone, but something else in her eyes that she couldn’t quite place.

“Hey! Where you goin’ honey?” Someone called from behind them, tearing Kristoff away from thinking about her eyes, and thinking instead about their safety. He didn’t even bother to turn around, steering Anna through another crowd and making their way to the door.

He felt someone grab onto the back of his jacket and shrugged them off. He wondered what the hell Anna had gotten herself into. What she had gotten them into.

“Hey, come on Karate Kid, you just going to run out of here?”

Kristoff quirked a brow at Anna, then sighed, heading again for the door.

He heard the sound of shuffling feet behind him as he made his way up the stairs, whoever was behind them wasn’t giving up. His hand was on her back as they went quickly up the stairs. He could see she was having a hard time moving in her heels, but knew that it was best to keep himself between her and whoever was behind them, and that meant pushing her to go faster and faster up the stairs.

“You couldn’t have lost the heels?” he muttered as he moved her along.

“Oh bite me,” she replied, her voice low and tone panicked, “It’s not like I had a lot of time down there and I’d probably have stepped on a broken bottle or needle or something and then where would we be.”

He sighed, and scooped her up once they both made it up onto the landing. “Alright Princess. Now let’s get out of here.”

He knew that he was still being followed, and while he had only heard one voice, it sounded like more feet. Of course, the ass-hat has friends.

Anna looked for a moment as if she were going to protest being picked off the ground so unceremoniously, but instead she pointed to a nearby door, “There! It leads out into the alley.”

He took her word for it, running to the door and knocking it open with his shoulder. He just hoped that she knew where she was pointing him. He didn’t really know much about the side of town they were in, and while he figured it would be faster for him to run holding onto her, it didn’t mean he had any idea where it was they were running to.

Thankfully she was more than willing to steer. “Take a left!” she said once they were out in the alley, and he listened, finding himself out into another alley, and another, and another after that as he followed her directions. She kept looking back, over his shoulder as he ran them both from whoever it was that was chasing them.

“Stop!” she shouted after quite some time, and again, he obeyed, looking down at her, and then to a brick wall at their side.

“Are they gone?”

“They’ve been for a while. Geeze. I told you to stop once we hit that straightaway but man you were in it.”

With a sigh, he lowered her, maybe a bit too abruptly to the ground. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until she was out of his arms, and finally getting the sound of blood rushing out of his own ears, he could hear how his breaths were coming out in pants. It was only then that he remembered that he’d really never been much of a runner.

“Woof!” she said, leaning with her back against the bricks. “That was like a totally crazy trust exercise.”

He glared at her, unable to help himself. What the hell had she gotten them into.

“Why the hell did they call me Karate Kid?” It was the only question his mouth could form, the only thought that had been in his brain beside the compulsion to run for it.

She shook her head, “Oh they were drunk, I just told them what I thought would get them to leave me alone. I didn’t think they’d be that aggressive.”

He looked over at her. Her hair disheveled and her dress twisted, but with a smile on her face that made a traitorous thought come to mind. It was worth it.

His mouth, however, wasn’t so sure, and he breathed out in disbelief, “You told the drunks I knew karate?”

She laughed, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted more to kiss her or to just leave her there. “I mean I didn’t know… maybe you did?”

“I don’t!” he shook his head, “And you… oh my God, you’re crazy.”

She frowned a bit at that, “You’d be surprised with how often I get that.”

Her frown sucker punched him straight in the gut. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He couldn’t believe that he was reaching a hand out to her. He couldn’t believe that he was already apologizing after she’d nearly got him killed.

“Look, I don’t mean that. I just didn’t think I was going to be running for my life. That’s not your fault anyway… look, I mean…” he sighed, “Well it’s just that this is the most exciting Saturday night of my life, and I don’t really know how to process that, but I should probably take you home.”

“I’m pretty sure I missed the bus,” she said with a sigh, “And given how deep downtown we are, it’s going to be a hell of a walk.”

“And you’re in heels,” he said with a sigh, “And my car’s in the shop until morning.”

“But I’ll just call a cab,” she said with a sigh, “There’s a payphone not too far from here.”

“Or,” he said, still not believing his own mouth, “If we’re behind Oaken’s Grocery, which I think we are, which means I ran a hell of a lot further than I thought, we can walk three blocks to my apartment.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “You sure you’re still up for more excitement?”

He laughed, “Why stop now when I’ve already got my adrenaline up.”

She laughed in return, “Then the answer is yes… yes I’d love to… and yes, the lipstick was for you.”

He grinned, and without prompting scooped her up again. Of course, he tried to tell himself, it was because his feet hurt, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t see it coming when she pressed a lipstick covered kiss to his cheek and muttered, only somewhat teasingly, “My hero.”

#kristanna advent 2017 #Kristoff #Anna #Frozen #80's au #punk au #goth au #oh god I don't even know #Anna is straight up Molly Ringwald at home #But when she goes out it's a little more early madonna #Like imagine the outfit from Like a Virgin but more black #And then Kristoff's pretty plain buttoned up working class kind of guy #Casual but not sloppy #He thinks he fits in better than he does in that bar #lol

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