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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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DON’T THINK, JUST DO — na jaemin.

SUMMARY. an overthinker, a piece of advice, a sudden confession, and a subtle meltdown.

PAIRING. na jaemin x g.n. reader GENRE. high school! au, f2l, fluff, humor WARNINGS. swearing WORD COUNT. 1.6k TAGLIST. @danishmiilk @wownajaemin @leejunini @astroboy-lele @unknown5tar @yunoyeol @w0nni3wrld @charm-art @bat-shark-repellant @nct-writers @czennienet @neowritingsnet @kpopscape

NOTE. surprise LMAO take this quick fic that i wrote in a couple of hours after a bathroom apology for being mia this past week, for not keeping my promises, and for my further disappearance within the next few days/weeks because i am, quite frankly, about to mcfreaking die <3 enjoy.

Self study period. Eight in the morning. Everything was normal— seemingly normal— save for the empty spot beside you where your deskmate should be occupying, perhaps pestering you yet again about the importance of eating breakfast if he were here, but he wasn’t. It was odd.

He’s never been late before.

Saying that makes it sound like you were closely knitted with Na Jaemin, the present absentee and your deskmate for about three years, but you couldn’t admit that you were. You couldn’t admit that you weren’t, either. Still, even if you weren’t as bro with him like his members in the school’s dance team, or as involved in his personal troubles as his childhood best friend, but at least you’ve seen the kind of lunch he brings to school every single day for three straight years. That was probably enough to form some sort of bond— though trivial, maybe even feeble, but it was enough.

That was also enough for you to develop an unsurprising crush on him. Your self-awareness was annoying enough to throw away any ounce of denial.

Which was also why you were worrying over your head when he missed the first period, even more so when he arrived like a disheveled zombie midway through the second.

“Na Jaemin,” you greeted his tardy arrival with your eyebrows creasing in worry. He greeted you with a usual good morning and his usual smile— or so he attempted to. But that smile lasted for approximately 0.813 seconds before he fell onto his seat with a contorted groan. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Did you practice too hard yesterday? Gosh, you should know better than to overdo it.”

Jaemin only whined when you reached out to pitifully caress his hair, his gaunt face and evident dark circles down buried in his arms. “I’m so tired.”

Dear lord, what happened to the model student that seemed to shine day in, day out despite his overly packed and strenuous schedule? You frowned, telling him that he should just sleep through the rest of the morning and you’d cover for him, but he rose from his slumped over position and waved you off.

“I can manage,” he gave you a tired smile. “I already missed a lot by being late.”

“You idiot, are you trying to die?” you huffed, snapping your attention off of him in annoyance. “Wait a minute, why does he look fine? Tsk. Lee Donghyuck were you slacking off while your team members were dancing to death?”

The man in question flinched, dropping his phone with a painful noise onto the table when you turned around and smacked a notebook onto his desk.

“Oi, what the fuck? What would you know when you weren’t even there?”

“Then why do you still look fresh while poor, tired Jaemin over here is—”

“It’s not that.”

You turned back around to the worn out voice beside you.

“I just didn’t get any sleep last night.”

To your surprise, Jaemin was the one who came to Donghyuck’s aid.

Donghyuck’s glare was enough to drill two gaping holes into your skill, and you simply bowed and gave him a sheepish grin in apology before switching your attention lanes back to Jaemin. Not the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done, but shameful all the same. “Then why didn’t you say so— anyway, that’s not the point. Did you stay up playing games again? Gosh, did Lee Jeno force you to rank with him? I swear, you guys should—”

“It’s kinda nice to see you worrying about me,” he chuckled, falling back down into his desk with his arms crossed and looking up at you with an invisible, fond grin. “But it’s not that either.”

Damn your stomach for suddenly deciding to stumble over at that insignificant gesture of his. He wasn’t even doing anything, but look at you. All of a sudden, guilt decided to gnaw at your conscience because while Na Jaemin was barely holding onto his consciousness, you were busy fawning over his charms despite the fatigue. You didn’t deserve to sit next to him.

“I was thinking.”

Your thoughts froze.

“About?”

“Things.”

“Like…?”

“Whether I should do this or not, whether I should just give up or not, whether I’m actually stupid or not...” Jaemin sighed, eyes closed in contemplation, or perhaps finally in drowsiness. You hoped that he’d just give in and sleep. “...those things.”

What could he have possibly been thinking about that the poor boy couldn’t even sleep? Whatever it was— cure that entirely. This was a crime. Maybe you shouldn’t confiscate his thermos of coffee later.

“Aish,” you raked your fingers through your hair, expelling an exasperated sigh. “Na Jaemin, as a professional overthinker, let me give you some professional advice—”

He perked up, eye now a little wider and looking at you in a swirl of interest and attentiveness.

“—don’t.”

And now confusion was thrown into the mix.

“You see, it’s an endless, torturous cycle with the only endgame being regret. You believe that you’re only gonna mull it over for a mere moment, weigh your pros and cons, and come up with a decision after a few minutes of thinking—” you breathed it sharply, shaking your head in faux dismay. “—but the ‘what if’s’ come around and before you know it, it’s already five in the fucking morning and you have to go to school in a few hours looking like a contaminated corpse.”

Jaemin blinked his sunken eyes at you. He wasn’t sure what to say, but somehow your speech full of vigor, confidence, and a ridiculous form of charisma drew out all the exhaustion from his veins. He buried his face back into his arms to avoid looking at you.

“Right?”

He pressed his lips together to prevent a smile from forming too wide, but you wouldn’t be able to see, anyway. “Right, you’re right,” but maybe you could hear it in the tone of his muffled voice.

You grinned, proudly nodding to yourself at his affirmation. “Which is why, before you end up following me into this hidden circle of hell— you should just stop. Don’t think. Fuck impulse control. There’s no time to regret when you’ve already done it. It’s not easy. Absolutely not. But it’s better to just get it over with and deal with the consequences after rather than living in an endless loop. So repeat after me— don’t think.”

Slowly, Jaemin peeked out from his huddled position, sitting up straight and looking right at you.

“Don’t think.”

“Just do.”

“Perfect! You got it,” you beamed. “Don’t think, just do, okay? I believe in you, Jaemin.”

The advice that was haphazardly spilling from your lips was seemingly a bit crooked in nature— arguably so— but he seemed to be genuinely considering it. Jaemin was silent for a moment, blanking out at the rows in front of the both of you before he softly spoke up, eyebrows scrunched together, his head cocking to the side.

“Should I...?”

“Yeah, definitely! You don’t have anything to lose if you do it, right?” he spared another moment of consideration, and you kept going. “...whatever it is— but that doesn’t matter, just do it. If you do, you wouldn’t lose another night of sleep because of it.”

Self study period went on as is, but luckily you two weren’t the only ones not studying. You left him alone to rest and think about it more while you scribbled down answers for an assignment that was due later— highly contradictory to your suggestion of not thinking, but all was released when you heard Jaemin drop his pen to the table, followed after by a long, deep sigh.

“Alright.”

A bright smile overtook you as you busied yourself with the assignment.

“I like you.”

That smile disappeared with a loud and violent cough.

Oh, what the fuck.

“You told me to just do it, so there, I just did it. I like you,” he yawned as he melted into his books, peering over to look at the utter shock and disbelief in your frozen expression. Jaemin had to hold back a laugh. “You don’t have to follow your own advice— take as much time as you need— but I don’t want you losing sleep over me just as I did over you.”

With that, he decided that this was the best fucking time to finally disappear into sleep. You wanted to scream— the feeling of your throat twisting over itself with the indignant desire to squeeze out something, but there was sharp heat at every breath that prevented you from doing so.

You settled for two words only.

“Holy fuck.”

“Thank you for that quick and eloquent response,” Jaemin flipped over, looking at you with tired eyes and an equally tired smile, but despite all that he was still lively. “At least it wasn’t a blatant rejection.”

You thought that you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him when his bangs were messily covering his eyes, but your regret came late when you caught the subtle quirk of the corners of his lips when you looked down at him in your daze. “W—wait, who said anything about rejecting you? How dare you drop that bomb onto me when I’m unprepared? I’m never giving you advice ever again.”

Self study period over. Nine in the morning. The bell rang and before your deskmate of three years, your crush of a little less than that could slip back into the slumber that he’d missed because of you, he managed to speak in a soft voice.

“Take your time.”

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

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Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

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The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

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While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door.

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

#GF #mvsm #mitchells vs the machines #gravity falls #ford pines #soos ramirez #aaron mitchell #katie mitchell #rick mitchell #linda mitchell #eric and deborahbot5000

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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Missed You Too

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: relationship neglect? swearing? luci is a lil mean in the beginning, emotional reader, fem reader, kissing

A/N: some self-indulgent fluff/angst after a REALLY long week :o

It was the last week of the semester and everyone in the House of Lamentation could feel it, especially when Lucifer came storming down the steps and slapped schedules down to the minute in front of each person at the breakfast table on Monday morning.

As the week progressed, you could see the sleep-deprivation and stress in his posture and expression and began to get worried, not to mention the fact that you hadn’t even received a simple kiss on the cheek from him in at least 4 days.

He was much shorter with his siblings as well, he spent meals in his office rather than at the table, he slept next to you in bed instead of you being the little spoon or a koala, and every attempt you made to help him relax was met with a prompt, curt response and a smooth mahogany door being shut in your face.

You bit your lip in frustration at his antics, crossing your arms after another rejected attempt to get him to cuddle with you, and stomping back to your shared room to steal his pillow and get some sleep.

After tossing and turning in the lonely bed for hours, you looked at your DDD. It was around one in the morning, yet no Lucifer in sight. Glaring at his empty, cold side of the bed, you got up in a huff and returned to his office door, knocking primly.

“Yes, dearest?” He asked, opening the door.

His hair was a mess, as though he’d been running his hands through it for the last 4 hours (which he had) and he looked like an extremely irritated raccoon, “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Come to bed Luci, I miss you.”

“Go to your room and go to sleep, MC. Can’t you see I’m a little busy at the moment?” He responded, just short of a growl.

You wilted. He didn’t miss you?

“Can I at least sit with you while you work? It’s been so long since we’ve been together for more than a minute and I just…”

“Just what? Spit it out.”

You cringe at the sharpness of his tone and shift your weight with downcast eyes, “I-I want you to hold me.”

Too engrossed in your socked feet, you didn’t notice, but Lucifer’s expression softened. You were right, it had been a few days since you’d gotten some alone time. He had a budget report to construct anyway and your warmth and company would be appreciated.

You almost squealed when he scooped you into his arms, silenced by a long, breath-stealing kiss as he shut the door with his foot and walked back to his seat, only then releasing you to gasp for breath.

He’d missed this.

“One more,” You pleaded, a beautiful flush rising in your face as you clung to his uniform, “Just one more kiss Luci, I’m beg-”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His lips were on yours before you could finish, silencing you a second time.

This time, when he pulled away to breathe, you were crying. Lucifer littered your wet cheeks with feather-light kisses and pressed his forehead to your own, gently rocking your sobbing form against him in hopes of pacifying your tears.

Your fingers curled into the soft black hair at the base of his neck and your other hand clutched at his back as a whispered declaration of love tickles your ear over and over again, and you feel whole again.

“I’m so sorry, love… I haven’t been very attentive.” He murmurs, “How can I make it up to you?”

“I-I don’t need you to be attentive,” You sniffle as Lucifer dabs at your cheeks with his handkerchief, “I just don’t want to be completely cut off. I… I love you so much and I miss you all the time. I guess I got a little overwhelmed with school a-and work, plus you were avoiding me s-so…” You trail off, “I just got lonely.”

He smiles gently, kicking himself for avoiding you, for he had been with good reason. He himself had noticed how sharp his words sounded when he spoke to his family. To avoid speaking to your gracious little heart in such a manner, he stopped speaking to you altogether, having the opposite effect he intended.

��I think we both did,” His heavy, soothing baritone rolled over you like a tidal wave, washing your fears away, “But understand that hurting you was never my intention. I… I have a habit of being extremely curt and sharp with my siblings during these times and I wanted to spare you.”

“I know,” You card your fingers through his hair and let your eyes take in his looks for the nth time, yet they never ceased to take your breath away, “And to make it up to me, you can let me make you a snack and go to sleep, but I have to be in your arms.”

You crossed your arms, meeting his tired, ruby gaze. “You need it Luci. I’m not gonna make you admit it, but if you’re not in the kitchen in 10 minutes I’ll… um-”

Pursing your lips, you tried to think of a suitable punishment for the demon.

After struggling for several moments, you gave up, “W-Well I guess you’ll find out if you don’t!”

With that, you pecked him on the forehead and scampered to the kitchen as quietly as possible so as not to awaken a demon or six.

Little did he know that in the time it took him to get downstairs you had soothed one of Beel’s stomach aches, helped a sleepwalking Mammon get back into bed, and warm some milk for Levi so he could fall asleep better. (He’d been testing a horror game demo for a gaming company and it had shaken him up so bad he’d gone to find MC, who he knew would understand and comfort him despite their normie status)

When the Avatar of wrath did amble down the steps and into the kitchen with a blanket around his shoulders, he found you making him his favorite food.

Coming up behind you, he placed ungloved hands on your hips and buried his face in your neck, “If you keep this up, you’ll wake Beelzebub. You know how he can’t resist your cooking.” (because this MC knows how to cook, ok? Idc what the creators think, i can cook >:(

He felt the shudder that wracked your body at the breath on your neck, the voice in your ear, and the touch on your hips and pulled you close as you let his snack fall onto a plate.

“Save the hickies for bed, love.” You murmur, “Eat.”

Despite your protests, Lucifer pulls your body into his lap for safe keeping while he eats, one large hand resting on your back to hold you in place.

When finished, he rises, holding you against his stomach and wrapping his makeshift cloak around you as well and carries you up the steps to his room.

Once comfortably settled under the sheets, Lucifer whispered the words you’d been longing to hear since asking him to go to bed.

“I love you so much my dove.”

“I love you too Lucifer.”

#lol my mom wouldn't like that #obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader obey me #obey me #lucifer x mc #obey me!

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cupofteaguk · 4 years

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a begin again drabble ↪ or, when a new professor shows up at hogwarts

There are many upsides and downsides to dating Jung Hoseok.

On one hand, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of encountering. Being able to date him is just an extension of getting to see what kind of person Hoseok really is. Aside from his kind and understanding nature—underneath all those layers just lay the simple quality and fact that he really is nice and sweet and you adore those aspects of him.

On the other head, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of encounter. He’s too nice, too understanding, too sweet and that type of personality constantly threatens to get on your nerves on more than one occasion. Most of the time, it’s little things that can result in exasperated, but otherwise fake, arguments about what to eat for dinner, whether to risk a trip to Hogsmeade during peak grading season would be worth the trouble, if you wanted to sleep over in his quarters for the evening or not…

Those little playful banters are nothing major or serious. They are parts of the relationship you share with Hoseok that makes it so fun, so unexpected, and everything you could have wanted plus a little bit more. It makes you truly realize how well you get along with Hoseok; how perhaps the formation of a romantic connection between the two of you is meant to be and that all those years of being away from each other despite believing neither of you knew each other that well was just a missed opportunity.

But sometimes Hoseok’s kindness really does make you want to strangle yourself. Or him. Or the very new, very attractive female professor who keeps giving him curious side glances and smiles that linger for a second too long—just like right now. And it’s hard not to feel the slightest bit unhinged when Hoseok doesn’t do anything to distance himself from her touches and her giggles.

Maybe you’re just jealous. Jealous over your boyfriend’s relentless good cheer, something that has not faded away or wavered in the slightest even when the pair of you went to school together. Maybe you’re jealous over the fact that Hoseok gets along so well with this new professor in particular—almost the same way that you and Hoseok got along when you first started working at Hogwarts.

The sudden worry that you could be replaceable in Jung Hoseok’s life, the thought that perhaps he would only keep you around until some other prettier, equally doe-eyed individual walked into his life fills your head with immediate doubt. Given that you and Hoseok have only been… somewhat of an item for a few months, it doesn’t fill you with too much confidence in the level of commitment both of you have for the relationship. There’s only so much your nerves will let you talk about before the fear of Hoseok’s expectations not matching with yours keeps you at bay.

It keeps you gritting your teeth together as you hunch over your desk in the empty classroom, attempting to grade the Transfiguration essays your first years have written. However, it’s hard to remain entirely focused on alphabet knowledge when Professor Hoseok and Professor Irene are standing outside the door frame of your class, talking and gushing to one another about god knows what. Normally, you don’t have a problem with Hoseok conversing with coworkers (as with him to you), but something about Hoseok and Irene talking threatens to make your heart drop to your chest and burn up all in a combination that can only be compared to some terrible anxiety.

You’re not too sure—maybe it’s the way Irene laughs a little too loudly and reaches over to oh-so-casually grace her hand down his arm and how Hoseok does absolutely nothing to stop her actions. Even though you don’t know the content of the situation or what they’re even talking about in the first place, that doesn’t stop you from allowing a bitter tang to enter your head, your stomach, your heart. The way Hoseok is smiling down at Irene reminds you a little too much about how Hoseok smiles at you and it brings a fireload of questions down upon you.

You force yourself to remain focused on the task at hand, leaning down in order to keep the pair at your door frame out of your line of sight. It’s still hard to stay preoccupied when the giggling feels as if it’s right next to your face.

You’re about two seconds away from straightening up and hiding away in your own personal office space to get away—not just from the distracting chatter but also from the burning sensation threatening to cloud your better judgement. However, before you can start to make the transition, the footsteps entering distracts you as you look up just in time to see Hoseok making his way towards you.

“Hey you,” He greets, flashing you his typical warm smile that never fails to make butterflies erupt in your stomach but the thought of him smiling at Irene in the same way leaves a more pressing worry that makes it difficult to return his hello.

“Hey,” You manage instead, playing a weak smile in the hopes that Hoseok will simply read it as stress.

It seems to work, because he furrows his eyebrows sympathetically and leans on the desk in the space next to where you’re seated. “Grading kicking your ass right now?”

You hum. “There’s only so many similar versions of the same topic that I can take before my immediate reaction to reading this is to just cross everything out with a giant red marker.” You sigh. Actually voicing the process of your assignments makes you realize that you are stressed out for a number of different reasons and that perhaps Hoseok’s relationship with Irene is the result of the stress. But still, you cannot stop yourself from feeling this way. “But I have to get it done,” You continue to remark, attempting to keep your voice light. “I feel like I’ve been holding back on this for way too long so I have to get them done.”

“Hm,” Hoseok remarks quietly, gaze watching your figure for a moment, as if trying to dephiever the source of your slightly dismissive attitude. Maybe the way you refuse to meet his gaze can be slightly misleading, especially since you’re usually an attentive person during conversations, but the fact that you’ve procrastinated on grading a large collection of assignment probably helps ease the suspicion as he writes off your behavior to stress. “So I guess grabbing a quick lunch in the Great Hall is out of the question?”

“You want to grab lunch?” You ask quietly, pressing your lips together as you sneak a quick glance at the man hovering over your shoulder. “I’m pretty swamped right now—why don’t you ask Professor Irene to go eat with you?” The last part is more of a mumble and is more or less a slip on your behalf and that realization makes your eyes momentarily widen out of fear that Hoseok will get defensive in regards to what that means.

Instead, Hoseok gives you a confused look. “Why would I ask Irene out to lunch? We were just talking a second ago and I’d rather spend my time with you.”

“W-Well,” You start, shrugging in an attempt to feign casualness. “I mean, I’m pretty busy and you guys seem to be getting along really well so it makes sense that the two of you would hang out. It’s not like either of us have many options for friends anyways.”

Your words seem to rid themselves of its dismissive nature because Hoseok actually ponders this thought. “That makes sense,” He reasons with a smile—the type of gesture that reassures you on not alarming Hoseok about the depth of your emotions, but also leaving you to wonder just how much of your sanity will be sacrificed from trying to convince Hoseok about your current state of mind.

As it turns out, it takes your sanity and a little bit more to get through the next few days of the week. Your busy schedule of grading, teaching, lesson planning, and tutoring keeps you away from Hoseok for long periods of time and he seems to use that as a main justification for spending more time with Irene. You catch them in the hallway as you’re trying to dash to the library or to your first class after catching a quick bite in the Great Hall—talking about god-knows-what but always laughing and always lingering closely together that makes the nerves of jealousy and curiosity spike at your heart.

You don’t want to be the controlling girlfriend, the one who tells Hoseok he cannot spend time with certain people even though you’re also the one biting off more than you can chew. You had been the one to say it was okay for Hoseok to hang around other people simply because there were moments where you couldn’t fill that void in his life. But still, seeing him hang around Irene and Irene only brings about far too many questions that should be healthy for a girlfriend to face alone.

Yet the fear of speaking your mind, the fear of Hoseok’s kindness serving as an inability to see where your negative emotions come from, keeps you from speaking but also forces you to stop lingering too closely over the problem. As a result, you unconsciously create distance between you and those problems by burying yourself in your assignments and neglecting your relationship out of fear of saying the wrong thing.

At first, you’re too distracted with grading midterms and answering inquiries from students that it isn’t hard for you to get lost and caught up in the current event of your day-by-day. However, the more time you spend investing in your work, the more time you see Hoseok and Irene in one another’s company, which leads to more conflicted emotions as you attempt to settle your jealousy despite every bone in your body convincing you that Hoseok enjoyed being with Irene more than he enjoyed being with you, which then leads you to bury yourself further and further into your assignments. And the cycle goes on, over and over again.

You’ve never been too good at dealing with specific problems head-on, so your body’s first instinct is to suppress the issue, meaning that you avoid aforementioned issue—meaning that you also avoid him.

“Y/N, I know you’re busy but do you want to grab a quick bite for dinner?”

“Uh—sorry, can’t. I promised a bunch of my fifth years I’d go over their Transfiguration notes before O.W.L’s come up.”

“Y/N, can I walk you to your first class?”

“Aw, that’s really sweet Hoseok but I have to run to the Great Hall super quick just to grab a bagel or something, I’m really hungry.”

“Y/N, do you have time for a little date down at the Three Broomsticks?”

“S-Sorry, a lot of students have told me they’re coming down to my office hours to practice the spells we learned in class…”

Sure, maybe a majority of the excuses you throw in Hoseok’s general direction are entirely truthful, but sometimes you actually go looking for those reasons not to spend too much time with Hoseok. You know it’s a cowardly thing to participate in, but your feelings feel so overpowering and scary that you aren’t entirely sure what would happen or what you would say if they got out of hand. So you resort to saying nothing and hoping that Hoseok would never catch on.

The hope had been stupid and foolish to begin with, and you realize that as soon as you walk out of Great Hall with the remnants of morning toast around your mouth only to find Hoseok waiting for you just outside. He looks disappointed and you can feel that disappointment leaking off his skin like steam and the sight of him after avoiding him for so many weeks aches at your heart. But it also forces images of his time spent with Irene fill your head and it’s just an endless cycle.

“P-Professor Hoseok,” You stammer, unsure why you had to attach formality to his name. After all, it’s not like the whole school doesn’t know that the pair of you are dating—word spreads quickly after people found out he fingered you in his office, but you don’t like to talk about that anymore.

“You’re avoiding me,” Hoseok states, crossing his arms over his chest, going straight to the point and you don’t blame him.

“I’m not,” You retort, but there is a waver in your voice and Hoseok didn’t even need to be your boyfriend to know how badly you lie through your teeth. “I really have been busy Hobi.”

You hope the use of the pet name would help ease the potential argument, but he doesn’t let up. “Okay, but you’ve always been the type of person to take aside a few hours to hang out. I get that you’re busy but you won’t even look at me anymore. What’s up with that? Are you… done with me or something?”

“What? No, no, of course not Hoseok,” You say, letting your own guard down long enough to take a step closer to him. “I didn’t know that’s how you felt—I didn’t even think you would have been missing me…”

The last part of the sentence is an afterthought but Hoseok sees right through it. “Of course I would be missing you, what are you talking about?”

You press your lips together, willing yourself not to say too much but you have a feeling that simply opening your mouth has already unlocked more can of worms than you ever intended. You avert your gaze. “I… I don’t know—you’ve been spending so much time with Professor Irene and you seem to really, really enjoy her company and vice versa…”

“Wait, wait…” Hoseok interrupts, eyebrows furrowing together. “Y/N, do you think I’m cheating on you or something?”

“No!” You interject, waving your hands briefly in front of your face. “No, I don’t think that at all…” You can feel the nervousness etching itself across your face, the adrenaline of nerves and fight or flight streaming through your blood and you wonder how convincing the statement must sound and look to Hoseok. “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you or anything—she’s pretty and smart and funny…” You trail off. The look of absolute disbelief upon Hoseok’s face has told you that you have said too much. “Uh, I have to get going,” You say, blindly taking a look at your wristwatch. You can’t even tell the time with how quickly you glance at it, but you need an excuse to leave the conversation before you could say something you don’t want to hear—or even worse, Hoseok could say something you don’t want to hear. “I have to get ready for my class.”

You turn on your heel and pace as quickly as you can without making it seem like you were trying to escape, but Hoseok calls your name and you know you aren’t as good at hiding your emotions as you thought. But it doesn’t matter, because you are running as quickly as you can to your class. Some students are already piled inside when you get there and hello’s are exchanged as you settle down at the front of the room and begin setting up the equipment for today’s lecture. It’s Draconifor spells with your third years—typically a more difficult spell to learn just because of the overall complexities that come with trying to transform objects into real things; you already have your work cut out for you.

The class starts off smoothly and you think that you can get through the lecture without worrying about Hoseok or Irene or wondering what Hoseok is thinking about—until the door to your class slams open and reveals the man himself standing in your doorframe. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve become accustomed to Hoseok dropping by your classroom during lectures to visit but this is not like his usual visits because he’s wide-eyed with a glint you’ve never seen before.

“Hoseok,” You greet, a touch of hesitancy in your voice and for good reason, given that you had just more or less accused him of cheating on you and so you aren’t entirely sure about what he plans to say. You swallow, wondering if your students can notice the spiking tension in the room. They’re probably use to his presence after having to endure it for so many months. “C-Can I help you with something—?”

“You think I’m cheating on you?” He interrupts loudly, forcing the room into the kind of silence that makes you want to strangle yourself. You clench your teeth together, face burning with the color of humiliation as you stare ahead at Hoseok. You can’t even picture the expressions upon the faces of your students.

“H-Hoseok, this really isn’t a good time…”

“I can’t believe it!” Hoseok carries on, talking as if he had not heard you or had not seen the fact that you are previously occupied at the moment. “I can’t believe you would think that I’m cheating on you. With Professor Irene too!”

“Hoseok!” You retort, cheeks hurting so much that you think you might just die of embarrassment right then and there. The entirety of your face feels so hot that it becomes hard to see clearly but you still manage to make your way down the aisle towards him, attempting to push him without actually having to use physical force. “We can’t do this right now—!”

“No.” Hoseok shrugs away from your touch. “We’re gonna do this right now. We’re gonna talk about this right now because I can’t believe you’d think I’d actually cheat on you!”

“I never said that!” You protest, momentarily forgetting your current setting long enough to fight back and expose your own personal emotions. The room around you suddenly feels empty. “I said I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a crush on her! You’ve been spending so much time with her anyways!”

“Because you said you were busy!” Hoseok points out. “And how could I have a crush on Irene? I have you.”

You press your lips together, having not expected the conversation to go in that direction. “W-Well, I just thought—!” You stammer. “How could you not like Irene? She’s pretty and smart and funny and she’s just so much more put together…”

Hoseok takes in a breath. “Do you think I care about any of that? I mean, those things are fine—but it’s not you. And that makes all the difference because I’m too in love with you to ever, ever look at someone else.”

You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback by his statement, said without an ounce of hesitation or thought—like it’s the only thing he knows better than he knows himself and you are utterly surprised.

Because this is the first time Hoseok has admitted that he loves you.

You are surprised, and it shows in your face. It shows in your widening eyes and parting lips, stolen breathes. Even though you know what he had said, you still find yourself asking: “W-What did you say?”

And Hoseok seems to make this realization as well—the realization that he’s defining his feelings for you with those three dreaded words that could change everything and he freezes. “I, uh… I said…”

“You really love me?” You finish, unable to help yourself and unable to help the way the teasing smile inches itself across your lips.

Hoseok ponders for a second before his eyes meet yours and he takes a step closer. “Of course I am,” He answers. “I’d be stupid not to be in love with you.”

The teasing smile turns into a shy grin; you angle yourself a little to study Hoseok through your lashes. “That’s nice, because I’m in love with you too.”

The corner of Hoseok’s lips quirk up, the beautiful beginnings of a laugh pass between his lips as he steps forward to take you in his arms before—!

“Aw, Professor Hoseok and Professor Y/N are in love!” A shout rings through the third year students in your classroom, causing both of you to jump out of the little world only you belonged to and making you realize that you have just confessed in front of your students.

Given what happened the first time you and Hoseok hit a milestone in your relationship, this shouldn’t surprise you—and you can’t even begin to imagine what will happen once your sixth years find out.

#hoseok scenarios #hoseok scenario #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts fluff #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #eeeeee hope u guys like it! :-)#wrote this back in 2018 omg still can't believe i have no recollection about sharing this?#i might have but honestly? no memory of such an event

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Than please can I request chuuya,dazai and mori when they catch their s/o crying bc she gets bullied at school and don’t want them know,because they are busy and probably tired Thank you❣️

Anime : Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters : Chuuya, Dazai, Mori

(Gonna make S/O in college cause college is stressful and getting bullied would make it worse so here we go!)

TW : bullying; stress; harassment; manipulation

Chuuya

The penthouse was quiet aside from the soft sporadic sniffling that came from the bedroom. Chuuya shut the front door quietly and tip toed to the door that was left cracked.

Textbooks and multiple note papers were scattered around you on the bed, your face was in your hands as the sobs slowly changed to hiccups. He watched through the crack as you grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed away the tears that flung to your cheeks. Your eyes had big dark circles from long nights of no sleep and constant studying. Your makeup that you had applied earlier was smudged and your mascara left trails from your eyelashes down to your chin.

He was about to walk into the room, to try to comfort you, hold you, help you in any way he could, but he watched you take a deep breath, putting in your earphones and going back to work.

He wouldn’t bother you while you were studying, he knew you would just get more stressed if he were to sidetrack you. So he decided to just sit on the couch and wait for you to come out to him.

He waited for a bit, and by a bit he waited about thirty minutes. He didn’t like when you worked too hard, it worried him. He was worried about your health, you stressed over school too much, and it didn’t make sense to him. He had told you that you didn’t need to go to school, that he would support you. He made more money than he knew what to do with, and he’d rather take you on lavish vacations and expensive romantic dates, but he couldn’t because your school schedule had you an absolute wreck, and it was only getting worse.

He walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, and you gave him a weak half smile before turning back to your papers. Your eyes weren’t just circled in black, they were bloodshot. You were running on energy drinks and coffees, staying up for days without a wink of sleep just to cram for tests. But even still, he had never seen you like this, not even during your finals last semester. There was more going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Hey, you’ve been working for a while, how about taking a break?” He offered, and you shook your head, burying your face deeper into the textbook. “Come on. I feel like I don’t even see you anymore.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” You mumbled, and he was shocked for a second, his mouth hung open as his brain tried to register and reason what you had said.

“Y/N, come on. Talk to me please.” He pulled the book from your hands. You were squeezing your eyes shut, trying to fight the tears away. It hurt him seeing you like this, but it killed him not knowing what was causing your pain.

“It’s not important. Just school things.”

“What kind of school things. Tell me.”

“No, cause then you’ll try to make it your own problem, and we both know you’re too busy for that.”

“Hey, I’m never too busy for you, you know that. Now tell me what’s wrong.” He situated himself on the bed so he was sitting across from you, his legs crossed as he stared at you. You looked around the room, trying to look at anything but him, but he knew you couldn’t keep your eyes away for that long.

“You know how sometimes you visit me on campus, and you bring me lunch, or sometimes just to make sure I’m okay?” He knew. It was his favorite thing to do. He would sneak up on you and wrap his arms around you from behind. Even if he only got to see that smile of yours for fifteen minutes tops while he was on break, it always brightened his day, and he hoped it helped brighten yours. “Do you think I’m pretty?” He didn’t understand where this was going, but he quickly nodded.

“Of course I do. You’re beautiful, inside and out. Where is this coming from?”

“There’s these girls, and they just....” you sighed, and he waited patiently for you to continue. “They see you with me, and now... they tell me that I’m too ugly to be with you, and that you’ll end up leaving me. That I’m not good enough, and that if they were you they would be embarrassed to be seen with me. I know it’s stupid, but....”

“That’s not stupid at all. I would be pissed if someone said that to me at work.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you to him, sitting you on his lap with your legs around him. “Those girls are jealous though. They’re jealous of your beauty, and they’re jealous that you have the greatest boyfriend in the world. I’d never leave you, so that’s just stupid. Lastly, they’re not me, and if they did know me, which they never will, they’d know that I would never be embarrassed to be seen with a gorgeous woman such as yourself.”

“I guess I shouldn’t have been upset about it.” You whispered and he lifted your chin with finger, looking down into your slightly glazed eyes.

“You can be upset, I just want you to know that everything they say will never be true.” He brushed away a tear that lingered on your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

He ended up dropping by campus more often now. You didn’t have to point out the girls that were messing with you, he could tell by the way they sneered and grimaced when the two of you would walk by them. He made sure to kiss you and proclaim his love for you very loudly when they were around.

He couldn’t physically fight them for hurting you, but he could prove them wrong, and god, did he love doing it.

Dazai

He always met you at the cafe on the ground level of the agency building, he would wait for you there so the two of you could walk home together.

The second hand of the clock on the wall filled the silence as he waited for the jingle of the bell above the door. It would mean you were there, and he could finally wrap his arms around you again. Sure, you were only at school for about six hours, and he hugged and kissed you every day before you left, but six hours was way too long for him.

His toe tapped away the seconds, his eyes shifting between the clock and the door. He was about to get up and go out to find you when you burst through the door.

“Thank goodness you’re here! I’ve missed you so much!” He went over to where you stood, a wide smile on his face, one that fell as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You quickly wiped your eyes and sniffled, giving him a forced chuckle as you walked to the booth where you always sat. “I was running here, the wind must have caused my eyes to water.” You lied, giving him a smile that he could see right through.

“Oh, okay. How was school today?” He asked, drumming his fingers against the table, his head resting against an open palm as he stared at you. He knew something was wrong, and he knew you were hiding it from him. He wouldn’t flat out ask you, he would let you talk until you slipped, then he would build on that.

“Same old same old. Let’s talk about you, how was your day?” He knew deflection was the first thing you did when there was something wrong. So he shrugged.

“Same old same old. Now, back to you.” He smiled, already knowing he would get the answer out of you anyway, but sometimes the back and forth game was fun too.

“I don’t know what you want to know about. It’s what I do everyday.” Defensiveness was the second thing, it made you almost seem like you were doing something awful by the way you outright refused to talk. He knew better though, so he kept pushing.

“You always ask about my day, even though it’s the same every day. I always answer too.” Finally, you sighed in defeat. He wasn’t going to let up, and he honestly didn’t understand why you kept trying to hide things considering the two of you have been through this thousands of times before. He always figured it out in the end, so he didn’t know why he had to go through the unnecessary steps in between.

“That’s because your day is exciting and you have people here that like you and you’re not getting harassed every day by your exes friends and you’re not getting cornered in bathrooms and your day isn’t a living hell.” You were out of breath by the time you finished. You dropped your head into your arms on the table, and he was actually speechless. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say to comfort you, but on the inside his blood was boiling, he was seething.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He whispered, and when you looked up you were crying again.

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems. You work so much, and you’re so busy and I don’t want to add more onto your plate because I know you’ll try to handle it yourself.” You were right about him trying to handle it, but he also couldn’t just not do anything about it. Just hearing about some assholes cornering you, especially in the bathroom, it made him want to throw up and murder these guys. He didn’t even want to hear what else they did because it would be a blood bath and he would enjoy every second of it.

“Talking to me about it isn’t burdening me with your problems. No matter how much I work, I don’t want you to keep things from me, especially these kinds of things. Y/N, I’m like kind of a cop. I can do both my duty as a boyfriend, and also my duty as a civil servant.” He saluted you, his smile so wide it was making his eyes squint.

“That’ll be embarrassing.”

“I can walk with you, I’ll make sure you get to class and everything. We can hold hands.” The idea was a joke at first, but when he saw your face finally light up a little, a tiny spark in your eye, he knew it was what had to be done. “That’ll make you feel better?”

“You don’t have to, you have work and stuff.” The light in your eyes dimmed.

“Like I said, I’m kind of a cop. I’m a detective, I’ll be going under cover, and I’ll get to be with you all day. It’ll be awesome, it’ll be my first day of college. I wonder if there’ll be any parties-“

“Shut up ya goof.” You reached across the table to smack his arm but he caught your hand before it reached him.

He traced the lines on your palm, his eyes were glued to his finger as it moved across your skin. “Don’t hide stuff from me anymore. It really hurts me that you’d think I was too busy to hear about what you’re going through. I want to be here for you, but you need to help me out. No more secrets. Okay?”

You nodded slowly, and he finally let go of your hand, but not before pressing his lips to the back of your hand. “Alright, lets go home. We both have school tomorrow.”

Mori

He wasn’t one to show sympathy towards anyone, even you rarely experienced it. That was only one of the reasons you didn’t tell him about what you were going through at school. He was also a busy man, being the president of the port mafia kept him from you most of the week, even the weekends when tensions between the agencies were high. When he was home long enough to see you he was in bed and practically comatose in a matter of minutes.

He allowed you to use his office for studying, you liked the seclusion, and you knew that no one would ever just barge in to distract you from your work. Mori was used to walking into his office and seeing your head bowed down at his desk, one hand scrawling on a sheet of paper while the other hand flipped through pages in a textbook. That’s why he felt a pang of worry when he opened the large door and didn’t see you sitting in his big chair behind the large wooden table.

His eyes darted around the room, and he finally spotted you, sitting in his arm chair next to the window that overlooked Yokohama. Your legs were folded up against your chest, and your forehead was resting on your knees. Your body was shaking as you took shuddering breaths.

He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he closed the door on himself, standing on the outside of the door and counting to ten, then knocking.

“C-come in!” Your voice cracked when you called out to him, and when he walked in you were sitting up straight, rubbing your eyes, but smiling up to him.

“How is your studying going?” He sat in the chair across from you, reading through your false expression of happiness.

“It’s exhausting. I was taking a nap before you came in.” The lie wouldn’t have been so obvious if he hadn’t have walked in on you crying. He didn’t want to call you out on it, if it was something that was really bothering you, he wanted you to trust him enough to tell him yourself.

“Did I wake you?”

“It’s fine, I needed to wake up anyway. I’ve got to get home and finish my work.” He hummed to himself as he watched you walk over to the desk and begin packing up your books.

“Will you be alright?” His hands were folded under his chin, his violet eyes were glued to you as he waited for your answer.

“Of course. Why would I not be?” You didn’t look at him, your voice cracked again and you dropped the book that you were putting into your bag.

“Hmm, you seem a little... nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m just sleepy.” You smiled again, and he shrugged.

“Alright, well, be careful on your way home.”

“You won’t be able to take me home?” Your voice dropped, and you looked so small, so fragile. Your hands were folded in front of you, the backpack was overloaded with large books causing you to hunch over slightly.

“The city is safe, you know that I have many people out there. There’s nothing to worry about.” He was so calm, his fingers tapped together as a small grin pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah but...” and here it is, the explanation that he knew would come out. His eyes were fixated on your face as you walked back over to the arm chair and dropped down into the seat. “There’s these people at school... it was finals and they wanted to cheat off my paper.”

“Of course they would, you are quite smart.”

“Thank you, but, I didn’t want to get in trouble. I’d lose my scholarship if I got caught giving them answers. They kept messing with me, trying to grab my paper and peak over my shoulder and I finally told them to stop. The professor heard and when he asked what was wrong, I was just really annoyed, so I told him what was going on.”

“Mmhm, and they got in trouble?”

“Yeah, they got in a lot of trouble Mori. Now they’re mad, they’re really really mad, they’re pissed. They said that I should watch my back...” your thumbs were rolling around rapidly, you were biting your lip so hard that you started to taste the iron from your blood on your tongue.

“They.... threatened you?” His voice was as low as yours, except his wasn’t tinged with fear. It wasn’t even a hint of anger, no, you could almost see it. His eyes seemed to burn brighter, like there was a fire burning behind his bright purple irises.

He got up out of his chair with lightning speed, wrapping his arms so tight around your torso that you could barely breathe.

“No more school.” He hissed into your ear, and although you wanted to fight his words, it would have been no use.

He would find any way to keep you from going back, he was manipulative, even with you. When it came to your well being he used any tactic he could, he wouldn’t let you just go back when there were people out there that wanted to hurt you. It would make him feel incredibly dumb if any harm were to come your way, especially after you told him about it.

It was better to just let him have his way, it would make him happy, and in the end you would be happier too.

“You don’t need some silly degree to make me proud, doll. Just let me take care of you.”

Hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it took a little longer than expected, work been expecting too much, I’ve been swamped. But I was thinking about how I’d write it the whole time I was working.

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coming back home

summary: you take on a new job at a business firm, but you can’t help but feel that you know the hot as hell head of your department from somewhere…

pairing: ceo!bucky x reader

word count: 2616 words

warnings: fluff, angst, flashbacks

notes: this is scheduled to post at like,,, some time, not sure when, but enjoy my friends taking over my blog while i’m in the middle of nowhere <3

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“Bucky- what…where are you going?” You stutters, your breath hitching as you watch him shove another one of his textbooks into his giant bag.

He looks up, eyes glossy with tears. “I-I don’t know, Y/N. But I have to go.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

Your lip trembles as you take another step towards him. “W-will you text me? Or are you…leaving forever?” His locker is completely empty, and your hands tense together, not knowing what else to do with them.

Bucky looks down, wiping his eyes hurriedly, before looking back at you. “I really don’t know, Y/N. I’ll try to contact you, I promise. But all I know is that I won’t be coming back to this school.”

You can’t help but let out a soft sob at the thought of never seeing him again. His eyes widen, and he lunges towards you, pulling you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his neck.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

TEN YEARS LATER - PRESENT TIME

“Hey, Y/N, is it?” You turn, and are greeted by a woman with beautiful red curls, her matching red lips in a friendly smile.

You nod, returning her smile. “Yeah, first day. Kind of intimidating.” You say, fingers weaving together behind your back.

She laughs, shaking back her curls. “Don’t be. Social Outreach is one of the most comfortable departments. We’re all friends here, even the Head of our department. You want me to introduce you to some people?”

Her words instantly put you at ease, and you nod again, eyes bright. “Yeah, that’d be great, thank you.”

The woman grins, taking your arm gently and pulling you towards the front of the meeting room.

“Peggy, I am not cut out for this job!” You exclaim, crossing your arms and nudging her shin with your foot.

She rolls her eyes, crossing her legs. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course you are! My Steven is the head of one of the departments, and his friend is CEO of the company.”

“Your boyfriend is friends with Tony Stark?!” You squeak, and Peggy laughs, running a hand through her glossy dark hair.

“Yes, indeed. They have an extra position in Social Outreach, and you’ve been studying that kind of thing, so why not try?” She gestures vaguely and you sigh, leaning back on the couch.

“Fine. Thank you, Pegs.” You say, giving her a smile, and she pulls you into a gentle hug.

“No worries, ‘m just looking out for you. And because you’d be incredible in this job.”

“Wanda, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Wanda.” Natasha, the redhead, lets the two of you shake hands, as you smile politely at each other.

“How’s your first day been?” Wanda asks, and you chuckle, tilting your head a little.

“It’s barely started, but I think it’s going pretty well.” You say lightly, and Wanda grins.

“Don’t worry about being stressed or anything. Half of us are barely awake, and it’s a common occurrence to have a cuddle pile in the department living room.” Wanda says, and your eyes widen, turning to Natasha for confirmation.

She shrugs, the edge of her mouth quirked up as if to say, ‘it’s true.’

“C’mon, you haven’t met the Head yet, let’s introduce you.” Natasha takes your hand and pulls you over to a man facing the window, sipping on his coffee as his eyes scan the city below him.

“James! You haven’t met the newest employee yet, have you?”

The man turns around, and holy fuck. He’s gorgeous. He has steel blue eyes, glinting with the light from the window that makes him look less serious, a jawline that would probably cut you if you tried to actually touch it, plush pink lips and his hair. Soft, brown waves, shorter on the sides and longer on the top, a sprinkle of day-old stubble on his face. He’s dressed like the rest of the business people in the room, but his clothes fit him like a glove.

“No, I don’t believe we have.” His voice is husky and deep, with a hint of an accent in there. Russian? For some reason, he sets off something at the back of your mind. A niggling voice that aches to tell you that he seems so familiar.

“Y/N, this is James.” You smile at him, trying not to ogle at his stunningly good looks. For some reason, you notice him tense a little at the sound of your name, but you hold out a hand regardless. He takes it after a moment, his skin gentle and warm, his hand engulfing yours.

“James, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the newest member of the Social Outreach department.” You smile at him, before letting go of his hand. His mouth parts slightly, eyes widening as…

You jump backwards with a squeak, watching as the dark liquid from James’ coffee cup spills over the clean marble of the meeting room.

“James, what the hell?! I know you get nervous when you see pretty girls, but you never drop your damn coffee cup!” Natasha scolds, a few people getting paper towels to clean the spill up.

You look back at the man, and shit, he looks as pale as a ghost. On your first day, you already made the Head of your department almost pass out.

“I-I gotta go.” He mumbles, barely audible, before brushing past you and out of the meeting room. Natasha raises a delicate eyebrow, before putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He must’ve really gotten the hots for you if he had dropped his cup.” Nat grins, and you try to smile back, but you’re still so, so confused.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice call, and you look up from your computer. Natasha is standing at the meeting room entrance, and has an infuriating smirk on her face.

“James would like to see you in his office.”

Oh fuck.

You get up, quickly shutting down your laptop and sliding it into its case, making sure it’s secure. You roll your eyes at Natasha’s smug expression as you walk past her, knowing that she’s gonna be asking for all the details afterwards, despite only knowing each other for merely a day.

You take a deep breath, before knocking on his office door, settling your face into the most neutral it can be.

“Come in!” His voice calls from inside the office, and you open the door tentatively. His office is a little smaller than the meeting room, but the interior is extremely similar. Except, it’s a much more open space, with ceiling to ground windows, giving a beautiful view of the city and letting light spill in copiously. It’s all done in glossy white surfaces and black leather, everything you’d expect from a major businessman’s work space. However, the warm light makes it feel more homely, along with the succulents and the bright throws on the couch.

“Hi, James, you wanted to see me?” You ask politely, folding your hands in front of you as you step forward, your heels tapping on the marble. You weren’t sure if it was polite to talk to him by his first name, but you’d forgotten his last one. Rather, you hadn’t been told it.

He gives you a nervous, but warm smile. “Hi, Miss Y/L/N, please sit.” He gestures to the dark couch, and you do, hoping your face doesn’t betray your own nervousness.

“I’m sorry for spilling coffee on you earlier, I honestly have no idea what came over me.” James lets out a self-conscious chuckle, before heading over to the little kitchenette over to the side of his office.

“No, it’s alright, honestly. I didn’t get any on me.” You tell him, watching as he pours a freshly brewed batch of coffee into two cups. As if he had brewed it, expecting you to come.

“That’s good, I’m glad.” He says softly, putting in a teaspoon and a half of sugar, with a splash of milk, into one cup, and letting the other be.

James places the black coffee cup on the side table, and hands you the other one. Strange, because you always put a lil more than a teaspoon sugar into your coffee, with a little bit of milk, since you started drinking coffee at the ripe age of 16. It’s lucky, that he knew what your order was.

“Is…that okay?” He asks hesitatingly, his apparent Russian accent coming out a little stronger, and you nod rapidly, taking a sip to prove it.

“It’s perfect, just how I like it.” You grin at him, and the edge of his lip quirks up. The two of you take slow sips of your coffees, and you enjoy his careful gazes towards you, a comfortable silence.

“So, Miss Y/L/N…”

You sit up a little straighter, setting down your coffee and looking at him expectantly.

“I asked you here because…” He pauses, looking down at his lap with flushed cheeks. He doesn’t speak for a few more moments, and your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Because…?” You prompt gently, and he huffs, frustrated with himself for not being able to express it.

“U-Unless I’m wrong, I think we were…we were best friends in high school.” James says breathlessly, and your eyes widen.

“What?” You’re so confused, how could you have known somebody named James back in high school…

Wait.

No…it can’t be him, right? Or could it? You never knew what happened to him anyway so…

“Bucky?!”

Your old best friend gives you a shy smile, raking a hand through his hair. “Now you know why I dropped the coffee when I first met you.”

Oh god. Fuck.

“I-…it’s you?” You can’t manage to say anything else, just staring at him. His cheeks flush, shifting a little under your gaze.

“Yeah, it…it is. Ten years, Y/N. It’s been ten years.” He murmurs, biting his lip harshly. Before you know it, he’s lunges forward and wrapped you in his arms, and you pull him in tightly, burying your face in his wavy hair.

To your shock, you can hear him sob softly into your shoulder, and you hug him impossibly closer, trembling lips pressed to his forehead. It feels like a déjà vu from the hug when he left, just the two of you have reversed positions.

“I missed you so much, Buck.” You whisper, tears forming in your own eyes. “Where did you go?”

He sighs, pulling back only slightly to grasp your hands. “I…my dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps, to become the director of a major company. And being in a public school, he thought that I wouldn’t turn out the way he wanted. When he got a job opportunity in Russia, he thought that it would be perfect to send me to a private Russian school.”

You can’t help but grimace, and he lets out a slightly strained chuckle. “Yeah. Anyway, it was awful, so strict. I’m sure some schools in Russia are fun, but my dad didn’t send me to one. I went to college to study business management, before I climbed my way up to the top of this department.”

“And I bet you charmed everyone on your way.” You give him a small smile, and his eyes crinkle as he smiles back, squeezing your hands gently.

“I’m not sure about that, doll. But it let me see you again.” He shakes a stray lock of hair off his forehead, and you can feel your cheeks warm.

Suddenly, you hear the door open behind you, and you jolt back to your senses far too late.

“Mr Barnes, I was…” You turn to see Natasha, a delicate eyebrow lifted with the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

You glare at her as Bucky clears his throat. “No, it’s alright Natasha. What did you need?” His cheeks have flared up as well, but his expression remains calm as he stands up and smooths his suit jacket down.

“I was just returning these files from Mr Rogers’ team. The ones from this morning?”

Bucky lets out a small chuckle. “Good ol’ Stevie. Is that all?”

Steve Rogers. Peggy’s boyfriend. You realise, remembering that her boyfriend was the head of one of the departments.

Natasha nods, her smirk growing at your evident embarrassment at being caught holding hands with the CEO of the company. “Yes, that’s all. Get along, you two.” She says breezily, before walking out and shutting the door behind her.

“Sorry, I…Natasha can be interfering, but she means well.” Bucky scratches the back of his neck bashfully, and you shake your head, smiling.

“I can tell.” You laugh, and he grins widely, moving closer to you to rest a hand on your waist.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you in the past decade.” He murmurs, eyes becoming a little more glossy.

You pull him closer to bury your face in his chest. “I think I have an idea. After all, we were both away from each other.” You say softly, and you hear him take a shuddering breath, before wrapping his arms around you closely.

“I guess we found our way back together.” Bucky whispers into the quiet, and in response, you press yourself closer to him, shutting your eyes tightly.

You rub your eyes, letting out a soft yawn as you try to focus on your computer screen. From the corner of your eyes, you can see your colleagues packing up their desks and saying goodbye to each other for the night. God, I just have to finish a little bit more… you think to yourself, flexing your fingers to stop them from cramping.

“Miss Y/L/N.” A voice says directly behind you and you jump, letting out a squeak in spite of yourself. The person gentle chuckles before turning your chair to face them.

“Bucky, you scared the hell out of me!” You protest weakly, and he grins, settling himself on one knee in front of you.

“Mm, I think you needed it, you looked like you were about to sleep at any moment.” You roll your eyes at his statement, nudging his chest with your shoe, making him glare at you indignantly.

“Hey, you’re the one who set this assignment.”

Bucky gives you a rueful smile. “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m sure you’re doing wonderfully. But now…” He stands with a long groan, making you giggle. “I have a question to ask you.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning further back in your chair. “Yeah?”

He bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing, as if trying to decide whether to actually say it or not. “I…I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me? Maybe…not just as friends?”

Your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat because no, surely he didn’t just say…?

“Wait…really?” You can’t help but say, and he nods shyly, out of place for the businessman, but there’s something like hope in his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean…it’s okay if you don’t wanna, because we’re already best friends and it’s completely understandable and I don’t even know whether you’re attracted to me or anything-“

“Yes.”

“And like I didn’t- wait…yes? You wanna go on a date with me?”

You give him a mischievous smile. “You’re the one who asked, Buck.”

He sighs, but gives you a fond, excited look. “I did, but you accepted!”

You turn and shut your computer, slipping it into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “That’s also true, so take me out to dinner, Mr Barnes.”

He pulls you close into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yes, ma’am.”

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