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maddiehu7 · 3 months

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“A new chapter” | Spencer reid |

Chapter 1

I take a deep breath as I ride up in the elevator waiting to get to my stop I close my eyes preparing for the day when the elevator rings and opens its doors I step out looking around I see stairs leading up to agent hotchners office I take one more deep breath before heading up the stairs and knocking on his door

"Come in" I hear a voice say I open the door slowly

"Hello I'm Anastasia hill here for the new position" I say nervously

"Oh yes please take a seat" hotchner says putting his hands out to the seats in front of his desk

"Thank you" I say closing the door behind me sitting in the seat he gestured to

"So agent hill I see from your file your a very skilled detective, you were recommended very highly" he says clasping his hands together on the desk looking at me

"I've worked really hard to get we're I am so thank you" I say with a smile crossing my legs

"Well I would interview you more but we have a pressing case to attend to, go to the room down the hall in 15 minutes should give you time to set up your desk and get comfortable we'll have a meeting about the case and I'll introduce you to the team" he says standing up

"Ok sir I'll see you then" I say walking out of the room, we'll that was a good start I think smiling to myself I walk over to the desk that Suppose to be mine setting my bag down on it

"Hello who are you?" A female voice says I turn around to see a blonde curly haired girl with a colorful dress on

"Oh hello sorry I'm Anastasia hill but everyone calls me Annie I'm the new agent" I say shaking her hand

"Ohh yes I heard you were coming I'm Penelope Garcia the techie of the group" she shaking my hand smiling but there was something a little sad about it but I laugh anyway

"Nice to meet you Penelope" I say smiling she was about to say something when hotchner came out of his office going to the meeting room

"Well I guess its go time then" Penelope says I nod walking with her to the meeting room I walk in to see a group of people staring at me a smile nervously

"Oh yes this is agent hill she'll be joining our team, hill this is Morgan" he points to a muscular tall guy who smiles small at me waving I wave back

"Rossi" he points to an older guy with a salt and pepper beard and mustache he nods my way

"Seaver" I pretty blonde woman smiles at me I smile back

"You've already meant Penelope it seems, and Reid" he points towards a gorgeous guy who doesn't even look in my direction I frown slightly but move on

"Ok now to the case Penelope" hotch says

~~~time skip~~~

We're on the plane to lake worth Carolina there was a young woman who plunged off a cliff and survived there was others in the past so we're going to interview her I sit in the back of the plane reading up on the case when someone sits next to me

"Hey I'm Morgan we met briefly earlier just wanted to see how you were doing" he smiles charmingly

"Oh well thanks that's nice of you, I'm doing ok but I'm a little worried Reid hates me" I say quietly looking towards Reid who was reading some book on chess

"Don't worry about that everyone's just a little off your replacing a....agent who was special to us that's all" he says sadly looking away

"Oh I'm sorry" I say feeling awkward

"Don't be it's not your fault" he says looking back towards me smile back in place I smile smally back

"Mind if I stay here" he says pointing towards the seat he's in

"No of course" I say smiling that someone wants to sit with me feeling like I'm in 4th grade

"Thanks kid" he says putting in headphones and listening to music I laugh quietly at the nickname maybe everything will be ok after all I think looking towards reid again he looks up this time with a frown on his face he looks back down huffing or maybe not I think sighing

( let me know if you enjoyed this little first chapter I'm a little iffy about this story but I think I did ok lol )

#spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #derek morgan #criminal minds #fanfic #coworkers #fbi #protective boyfriend #enemies to lovers #oc #new writter #smut #fluff

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indigosandviolets · 1 year

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some modern gareth emerson headcanons

these are completely random and all over the place lmao, but hope y'all gareth enjoyers, uh, enjoy

- this dude listens to a wide range of music, but you're looking at bands like Wolfmother, The Hives, The Raconteurs, Beck, The White Stripes, The Smashing Pumpkins, Modest Mouse, Cake, Toadies, The Offspring, Foo Fighters, Deftones, Rage Against the Machine, System of a Down, Pearl Jam, and Rammstein

speaking of Foo Fighters, bro couldn't figure out if he wanted to be Dave Grohl or fuck Dave Grohl

but in all honesty, when it comes to music, it totally depends on the bass and drums, because as long as they both fuck he's listening to it

this dude makes his own buttons and pins, but he'll also spring for enamel pins if he thinks they're cool

he also totally dyed his hair black once or twice, the first time being a straight up black dye that he got done professionally, the second time being one he did with Eddie at 2 in the morning using Arctic Fox's Transylvania because the thought it of it fading to like four different colors sounded cool as shit to him

Gareth wears all the layers, doesn't matter if it's 1986 or 2016, he probably dresses the exact same

he's got the same pair of Bluetooth headphones that he's had since middle school, which are covered in pencil marks, sharpie doodles, and random stickers

his child hero was Jack Black

his hero is still Jack Black

specifically School of Rock Jack Black

dude always has a random Wikipedia article open, not even sure how he got to the one he's on rn (he somehow got from Marylin Monroe to Jamaican Patois one time)

smokes a LOT of weed

he'll smoke a joint, but he has a really pretty red and black bowl and a matching bong that he absolutely loves

the bowl's for when he's on the go, the bong stays at his house

he's also done shrooms a handful of times, but he never really fucked with it too much

will totally be a trip sitter though

he's also a wake and baker, loves to sit outside and drink coffee between bong rips

he's always the one to refill the Brita for the morning after whenever everyone else is too hungover

yeah, he's never one to get drunk drunk, but he'll totally get too high and go to bed early, which means he wakes up in time to help everyone else deal with their hangovers (everyone being Eddie, Jeff, and maybe Kevin, but Kevin usually doesn't stay the night)

he's absolutely a little shit about it too

"Sleep well, sweetheart? Need any coffee, tea, hot cocoa?" in the most condescending of tones and a sickly sweet smile on his face

definitely has a lot of ear piercings, first and second holes, an industrial on his right, and both daiths

usually only wears black jewelry, but he has a good bit of sterling silver and some red too

he doesn't have any on his face bc he's not sure what he wants on his face quite yet or what he thinks would look good

totally has a stick n poke coffin on his arm and wants to do a patchwork sleeve when he has the money

he's a lil bit of a hippie, big fan of incense and has a crystal collection because he thinks they look dope as fuck

also definitely mixes cut herbs with his weed because he likes the mixture of smells when it burns, not bc of the metaphysical properties or anything like that

bro also loves the smell of weed, but in a tasteful way? like, it's not the main scent when you walk into his room, because it's mixed with other shit, but he loves the slight scent of it mixed with vanilla or frankincense or cinnamon

that's another thing, Gareth never smells bad. like, he has a very distinct scent, but it's really good

also, he's totally the kind of guy to just sit in bed and listen to music at 3 in the morning

just straight up sitting cross legged in his bed, headphones on, blasting Aerials sitting in the fucking dark

likes Weezer (only Pinkerton and the Blue Album tho)

his parents were super into classic rock, so his queer awakening was either Robert Plant or Jim Morrison (other contenders: Billy Joe Armstrong, Serj Tankian, Dr. Frank-N-Furter from Rocky Horror)

definitely read a lot in elementary and middle school, but got out of it when he started focusing more on drumming

he has a collection of band biographies from the 90's and 2000's though, the ones with the black and white photos on shitty paper, some of them are cut out and have gone on his wall

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #gareth headcanons #stranger things #stranger things season 4

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 1 year

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@taznovembercelebration red or black

Taako doesn't believe in signs.

See, Lup believes in all that witchy shit in a science way, as if there was any other way to believe. So when she believes in signs, she's moved by the earthly mechanisms behind them, of course.

Taako thinks she's a loon for it.

It's not for lack of trying. He loves the concept of being comforted by seeing an ad for dorky sneakers your crush wears when youre thinking about him or hearing a song your best friend loves when you're feeling particularly lonely, but he just thinks the universe is an uncaring mistress who allows coincidence to raise and dash the hopes of poor saps both willy and nilly.

That being said, he's fairly certain that he can use the cute guy who's always on his train in the morning as some kind of dousing rod to indicate how his day will go.

Rather, not so much him but his tie. He tends to alternate his ties between red and black but it's not as though he alternates them equally, red then black then red again. It seems random but each time this guy wears a red tie, Taako seems to have a great day. Once he found twenty dollars in the pocket of the coat he bought at the thrift store after work. Another time he got a raise.

It also helps that the red tie looks incredible on train guy.

Of course, one would ask how Taako even began to pick up on this pattern. Simply, he gets motion sick if he looks at his phone during his commute and his headphones were dead one day.

And train guy also tends to listen to music and very, very subtly, conduct along with the music. And, once again, he's hot.

It's a win-win, really.

Taako’s certain that today is a black-tie day. His hot water was out this morning, the shoelace on his favorite pair of shoes snapped while he was tying it, he got caught in the rain, and, as he discovers just as his train is approaching the platform, he forgot his lunch in the fridge.

He drops down into a seat in the fairly empty car, a bedraggled mess. Truly, he feels like a canary caught in the maw of life. He stares out the window of the train car before the hulking silver beast creaks to a stop.

Standing in front of him, always standing, Taako remembers, is cute train guy. He takes his usual spot, headphones firmly over his ears, fingers dancing delicately to whatever song streams out.

He has the audacity to show up in a red tie.

Too late, Taako realizes that he's staring. Hardcore, laser focused, mean mugged staring.

Cute train guy looks at Taako and blinks in surprise.

"You alright?" He asks, lowering his headphones and breaking unwritten rule number one of the train.

"You're kind of a shitty oracle," Taako says flatly. You know, like a completely normal person.

"I'm sorry?" Cute train guy furrows his brow in confusion like an actually normal person.

Taako slides his hand down his face in frustration. "Don't know if you know this, but the color of your tie has been like, a barometer of shitty days and my man, this has been a real shit day and you're wearing a red tie? It's a little hurtful."

Cute train guy blinks once and then twice. "You've been staring this whole time?"

Taako goes redder than the tie in question. "When you say it like that it makes me sound like a freak."

He nods and gives the barest hint of a smile. He crosses the train car. "Well, it's kinda weird. But I like weird."

"Yeah?"

He nods again. "Yeah. I'm a mortuary student so I have to like weird."

Taako stifles a laugh. Only just. "Okay, so we're both freaks here?"

"Maybe so. As one freak to another, I'm Kravitz." He extends his hand.

Taako takes Kravitz’s hand and gives a firm shake. "Taako." He moves his bag to the ground. "Wanna sit?"

"I'd like that."

#taakitz #taznc #taz november celebration #reese writes #listen just get a little silly theyre both weird and thats really the whole point here

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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scream

― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

taglist: @cha-raena @imjustme-things @misoiishi @rikitaiyaki @fiantomartell

#enhypenwriters #enhypennetwork #enhypen x reader #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon fanfiction #park sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon angst #park sunghoon imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #park sunghoon scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst

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skeltnwrites · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x Gamer/Streamer!Reader Headcanons

A/N: So I really love this idea and kind of want to expand on this concept?? maybe just something small?? a blurb perhaps?? Idk we'll see

He absolutely buys you an expensive gaming setup and puts it in the Batcave so he can work close to you

Even helps you build the PC

When he realizes how comfy your gaming chair is, he orders one for his desk

Often trudges over to your nook after a stressful night as Batman and tugs on your arm until you trade spots just for him to pull you back down onto his lap so he can hold you and lazily watch while you play

He thinks your gaming headphones are adorable on you and would look just as cute when he tries them on

Would ask who you're talking to on your headphones so you offer to let him listen. When he hears the chaotic scramble of voices talking over each other through the headphones he is shocked that you play listening to that.

When he plays in a public lobby for the first time he asks you to turn voice chat off because it's distracting. He is also very worried that they will know who he is.

It would be hard for him to adjust to a controller or keyboard

“This is a lot harder than beating up people in real life.”

Buys you all the newly released games, even if you never mentioned wanting them

Would bring you snacks and water if you've been playing for a while

You'd have to encourage each other to take breaks and naps when it came to his life as a vigilante and your gaming habits

I think he'd be pretty amazed at your skill levels and dedication to games as he gets bored pretty quickly

It would take a lot of convincing to get him to play anything

Very worried about the morality of some of your more violent games, "Why can't I just stun them?? I don't want to kill them!!"

Doesn't get visibly frustrated or angry that often but you can tell he's had it with a game when he starts huffing and grumbling about it being "unrealistic"

You'd secretly switch it to the easiest setting if he's struggling a lot

When playing co-op games together he allows you to take the lead, but once he gets the hang of it he gets rather confident and would develop strategies and plans to complete your goals

He's surprisingly good at Mario Kart (you're convinced it's because of his practice driving the batmobile)

He always plays as Shy-Guy and gets very competitive but usually lets you win at the last second

But the trash talk starts when you start throwing red shells at each other, this eventually escalates to sabotage by covering each other's eyes or tickling each other until one of you falls out of your chair

Would really appreciate chill games like animal crossing or slime rancher

He'd be very good at puzzle games and it would be hard to find ones that actually challenge him

Not a fan of VR, the first time he played resulted in him ramming his knee into a desk and tripping over the cords on the floor after getting motion sick

You cannot persuade this man to play horror games, he doesn’t even enjoy watching them, but he sees a lot of scary stuff while prowling the streets of Gotham and it makes sense that he doesn’t want to deal with more stress when he comes home

If you stream, he refuses to join while you are live

One time, he nearly walked on camera during a stream while in full Batman getup because he didn't realize you were live. Afterward, you had to rearrange your setup and install a light to let Bruce know if you were live or not.

If you had a large fanbase, there would be lots of theories about if and who you are in a relationship with. They started when Bruce had brought you a snack while streaming but didn't pop into the frame. You did not acknowledge the constant questions about your love life in respect of Bruce's wish for privacy.

They all go crazy when it becomes public information that one of the richest men in Gotham is dating a famous streamer

If you somehow manage to get him to join you for a stream, he's very quiet and spends most of the time scanning chat but never answers any of their questions

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rosierin · 3 years

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Studying with you

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

synopsis: after finding out about your gradually decreasing grades, your teacher urges you to change your studying methods and decides to find you a tutor among the class. shame that tutor is literally the biggest jerk known to man. you swear he knows nothing but insults and that his heart is made of stone. or is it?

genre: fluff

type: oneshot

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i hate love this guy, srsly

"Oi, (y/n). Wake up, we're not finished."

Your head jerks up and you let out a loud, drawn out groan as your eyes refocus on the man in front of you. He's sneering, same as usual, and you wish you could suddenly go back to dream land where you were happily baking cookies with Hinata and Kageyama.

Beneath your arms are two gaping algebra textbooks. One is riddled with scribbly notes and an unnecessary amount of pointless doodles, except the one of Tsukishima— scowling with a head drawn way too big compared to the rest of his skinny body. The other is filled with neat, detailed formulas, pastel highlights and all the correct answers which you've been struggling to find for the past two hours.

"I'm up, I'm up, geez.." You yawn with your head still on the table and look up at Tsukishima with drowsy eyes. "You could've woken me up a little nicer, ya know."

"Yeah.. no. How about you hurry up and finish so I can go home?" He looks more than done at this point and huffs, pointing at a formula jotted messily on your paper. "And you got that one wrong again, by the way."

You squint at your work, then realize he was right. "Oh. My bad."

Wanting to get things over with, you get back to work but your eyelids are so heavy it's ridiculous. Not to mention your brainpower has reached its limit.

You can feel your grip on your pen loosen as you try and correct your work but before you know it, your head drops again, only to be jolted awake by a sudden smack to the back of the head with what feels like a textbook.

"What the— Do you mind?!" You snap.

Tsukishima doesn't react to your outburst in the slightest, just nods to your unfinished work with a look of lazy authority. "Algebra." He stares at you with a deadpan expression when you pout. "Now."

"Fiiine." You sigh, annoyed that your puppy dog eyes didn't work on Tsukishima. Not that you thought they would. Tsukishima didn't seem like the type to particularly like animals, except maybe for dinosaurs. He had a small keychain of one buried deep within his pencil case, you found. "You know, you'd make a terrible teacher."

This time, it's Tsukishima's turn to yawn, stretching his long limbs and you have to force yourself not to focus on the pull of his lean muscles despite yourself. Then, he turns to look at you with a look of false innocence. "Sorry, go on?"

"I hate you."

"Great. Now ask me if I care."

You suck in through your teeth as you hold back from socking the blonde straight in the face. He's been sassing you non-stop since the beginning of your study session and you'd think you'd be used to his perpetual cocky remarks by now but alas, he was still a huge pain in your ass.

"Where're you going?" You ask as Tsukishima gets up from his chair that's in front of your desk, dusting the eraser shavings off your textbooks.

"Aw. Think you'll miss me?"

You bite your lip down and he notices, smirking contently before deciding to answer: "going to get some water. That question better be finished by the time I get back."

He's gone before you can retort, long legs granting him a quick escape. However halfway down the hallway you hear him add: "or I'll make you do three more."

Great.

"Yessir," you sigh, though you have absolutely no intention of following through.

You glance down at your textbooks for good measure— textbooks which are practically staring at you, and you can picture them with beady little eyes as though they're chanting— soooolve ussss.

You shudder. Man, you really were tired.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, Tsukki."

Pushing your homework aside, unfazed by your salty tutor's threats, you decide it's time for an actual break. You deserved it, right? Yeah, yeah you did. So without second thought, you let your attention drift to the scenery outside instead.

You'd been so focused on your homework (and Tsukishima's sass) that you hadn't even noticed the beautiful sunset that was now setting over the hills of Karasuno High. You always loved the way it looked at this hour, basking the buildings and tall, lush trees in its warm light. It was all too soothing, so soothing that you hadn't even realized you were once more falling asleep, eyeslids fighting to stay open until they finally gave in and what little willpower you had left, left your body.

"Right, time's up. You better be finish—"

The moment Tsukishima walks back into the classroom, eyes settling on your current state— sprawled out on your desk, mouth slightly agape and completely out cold, he's overcome with the urge to sigh.

He walks over to your desk and sits down opposite you, then as he leans his cheek into his palm, he lazily pokes your cheek— once, twice, but gets no reaction in response.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He sighs. But he decides to not bother and wake you up this time. What'd be the point? You clearly weren't in any shape to study and honestly, he didn't have the patience in him anymore to try in case it'd drive him crazy.

For a second he debates just leaving you there, passed out of your classroom desk, but quickly decides against it in case he gets an earful from your parents about leaving you alone or something. The last thing he wants is any extra trouble.

Therefore he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, to let you sleep. Just until you were rested up enough to work again.

⭐

Thirty minutes go by, you're still fast asleep.

During that time, Tsukishima took it upon himself to slip his headphones on and listen to some beats, hazel eyes flitting beyond the window to watch the last of the sunset, hoping it'd make the time go by quicker.

Usually, this would be right up his alley; peace and quiet, chill lofi and a sunset, however when sat on a painfully uncomfortable, wooden chair rather than his comfy and plump single bed, the experience was significantly less appealing. Therefore, after trying to find a comfortable sitting position and failing for the fourth time he decides to take his headphones off and focus back on his studies— he might as well, only when he reaches for his pen, he realizes it isn't there.

Amber eyes scan the table. Usually it'd be in his pencil case; he doesn't remember taking it ou—

Ah, never mind. It all makes sense when he sees it. Not in his pencil case after all, but balanced precariously between your fingers.

He rolls his eyes.

Why didn't she just use her own pen?

Reaching for it, he attempts to pull it out of your grasp only to freeze when you begin to stir.

He doesn't know why at this point— he could just wake you up, that's what he'd initially planned. But now, for some reason, there's something that prevents him from doing so. Maybe it had something to do with the way you were sleeping so peacefully.

He tries to pull at his pen again— gently— but this time, it isn't you stirring that makes him seize up, but the way your index and middle finger hook around his own.

His brain stutters.

Well, this is new.

Tsukishima's back straightens an awkward amount, completely unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. He becomes painfully aware of that. He's also painfully aware that you could possibly wake up while holding him like this.

Thankfully, you don't. And although the tenseness of his body is beginning to hurt, he still takes the time to admire your sleeping form.

You're laying crossed armed, head nestled between them, facing him. He watches your body rise and fall ever so gently, can almost hear your quiet breaths. It's picturesque, almost; the way your hair glows beneath the bright full moon. Unknowingly, his thumb twitches nearer, gravitating towards the warmth of your hand and he can almost feel—

"Enjoying yourself there?"

Suddenly he's frozen. Though it only lasts a second, for the next he's already retracted his hand, folding it under his arm like it was never there to begin with.

"Wh— How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," you say, smiling curiously at him and for once the tables have been turned; the teased having become the teaser. "So you can be nice sometimes."

Tsukishima's expression is anything but impressed as you mock him, his face caught between confused and annoyed, and dare you say even a little bit embarrassed? He's quick to shake it off though, sparing himself of any sly comment as he regains his usual cool demeanor.

"Please. You're the one who grabbed me first," he scoffs.

"But you didn't try to move," you shoot back.

There's a strange atmosphere that settles in the room as your mishief-glinting eyes bore into his, and Tsukishima doesn't dare talk back for once, having been robbed of all witty comebacks. He hates being at a loss for words, but he hates even more so, the beginnings of a grin forming on your features, one that he knows is a result of his shortcomings.

"Whatever, (y/n) just pack up your stuff. We're done for the night," he says as he himself starts tidying his belongings.

You chuckle then nod your head. "Sure thing, sensei."

"...don't call me that."

"Sensei."

"Urgh, shut up."

⭐

Later that night, when you're lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your eyes snap open as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. You pull it out and press the home button, wondering who could possibly be texting you at this hour. When you do, you're surprised when it's Tsukishima's ID that pops up.

He had sent one message:

"Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ THE TALK ❜

First chapter of ‘Someone you loved’ with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.1k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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Your forearms are rested over the wooden railings of the porch, holding an empty beer between your hands. Your eyes go from one face to another, touring the whole crowded yard. The latin music flows between the bodies dancing all around, in sync with some people singing, laughing or simply talking. You weren't in the mood for a party, but when other charters come to the city, you are obligated to make an appearance. Daydreaming, you can see yourself cuddling with him on your sofa, with a movie on the background and a bunch of kisses roaming your face. In silence, just enjoying each other's company. But, since that new Vicki's girl came a couple weeks ago, you're starting to lose him. All the opportunities that maybe you could have are over. And it's a little painful when your orbs fall into them. Elisa is sitting on his lap, surrounding Riz's neck with both arms. So chummy that your jealousy is consuming you faster than a fire.

Having a last sip from your beer, you let a sigh escape from your lips. You know when to withdraw in time, even if you are already loaded to your fingertips with love for him. Tossing the empty bottle into the trash, you come inside the clubhouse to grab your bag and hide in the Templo. Leaving the door almost closed, you sit on your father's chair on the front of the table. Legs over it, crossed, lighting up a cigarette between your lips. Tilting your head back, the smoke pops off of your throat to the atmosphere in a painful and silent howl. Taking your big headphones, you put them onto your ears playing some rock music, in a crude attempt to forget him enough time until your father tells you that you can leave.

The first song isn't finished when you feel something small and metallic impacts with your face. Concretely, with your forehead. Frowning, you sit up, rolling down the headphones to hang by your neck. Riz is closing the door completely, in the meantime that you're having a heart attack. Carrying two beers, the mexican has a seat by your side on Taza's chair. But not without kissing your cheek first. Offering you one drink, he makes a toast before having a sip and placing his forearms on the edge of the table.

“Didn't know you came, until Bishop told me”.

“Yeah, I ain't… feeling good”. It's not a lie, but it's not the truth.

“I was waiting for you, needing to talk”.

“About what?” You shrug, curling your knees against your chest, as if it could avoid that your heart flew off at some point.

“You know, ah… We're friends”. He says, opening a hand over the wood as a light gesture. Riz puts his gaze away from you, almost biting his tongue while the tip of it presses the inside of his cheek. “I would like to ask you for advice”.

There it is. Your worst nightmare acting in real life. When your brain reconnects, you just nod one time with your chin.

“I think I'm in love”.

You don't know exactly why you are surprised, you had it coming. Drinking from your bottle, you clean your lips with the back of your forefinger. Another nod with your eyes lost in somewhere.

“But she's younger than me”.

“Age is just a number, Riz”. You reply, trying to sound as his friend. Trying to not send him to hell for not noticing that you are totally in love with him.

“Yeah, I know, but… Do you know, people care a lot about it”.

“I don't think so”.

The man turns his body a little more towards you.

“Would you date a guy much older than you?” He raises an eyebrow, seeming interested.

Absolutely, you think.

“Why not?” You say.

“Okay, so… how would you confess your love for someone?”

This can't be really happening. You need the earth to swallow you right now. Drinking again, you lie back against your chair. You don't have to think about it. You have been dreaming about telling him how much you love him thousands times.

“I would tell that… someone that I can't breathe whenever I see him smiling. That his voice sounds like that song I play on repeat any time I feel sad, because listening to that song makes me happy. That the only thing I want to do it's spend the rest of my life by his side. That any time I feel him close I feel butterflies in my stomach. That I love him in his bad moments more than in his good ones”. Your eyes are over your finger, breaking the stick on the beer into small pieces, placing them over the table while your cigarette gets consumed on the ashtray. “That I wish he could see himself as I see him, because I have never met a man like him. That I would give my life for him and that… if I die, I would come for him again”.

Licking your bottom lip, you raise your orbs at his. Riz is amazed. Simply amazed. But a little confused because he has noticed the pain in your voice. Forcing a smile, you shrug your shoulders.

“I think that's a start”. Whispering, you have another sip, before having a smoke from your cig; shaking the ashes into the ashtray.

Now he knows that you are in love too, but he also knows that you don't want to talk about it. So Riz doesn't ask.

“Listen… That girl is lucky that you fell for her. She will not care about age. I told you, I wouldn't. You're more than a number, Michael. You're brave, and loyal. You take care of all of us, even if you think we don't see it. You're the most kind and respectful man I have ever known. And yes… It's your best friend who is telling you that, but it's the pure truth”.

“Thank you”. He mumbles a little nervous, playing with his beer as you were doing some seconds ago.

“Ask her for a date. That's another start. There's nothing wrong with playing the field, Riz”.

“Should I do it now? Is it pretty sudden?”

“It's one am, wait till tomorrow”.

“Okay…” He replies somewhat thoughtfully, putting his eyes on yours. “Okay, that gives me some time to think exactly what I want to say”.

“Yeah…”

“Anyway, you look tired. Want a ride back home?”

“Nah, don' worry. I will walk”.

“Walk? Your house is forty-five minutes away”. He laughs loud, and you pretend yo chuckle because it's stupid, but you don't want to be with him right now, or touch him, or talk to him. “C'mon, baby. Let me take you home”.

You know that you don't have anything to fight against when he begs you, just nodding as you get up from your chair.

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 4/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which the yugi twins, kou minamoto and sousuke mitsuba went to find [name]

"The night without a single starlight, the path we walked on is lonely and regretful"

It was around 7:15 am when Amane woke up from his bed. He scratched his messy hair while looking at Tsukasa hugging his pillow with a tiny drool on the side of his lips. The older twin hopped off the bed as he made his way to his sleeping brother. “Oi Tsukasa, wake up we have to leave early!”

“Five more minutes” Tsukasa groaned against the pillow he was hugging. Amane's eyes twitched in annoyance. Yesterday, Tsukasa was the one pestering his older brother about being excited on the upcoming trip.

Amane lets out an exaggerated sigh, he smacked the back of his brother's head. “Ow! What the—” Tsukasa opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head pouting. “I'm up!”

“Good.” Amane walks away from their room and went straight to the bathroom. Tsukasa rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The shower room was a bit steamy since Amane activated the heater to produce hot water. He sighed, water droplets begin to trickle down from his hair to his skin. Amane placed his hands against the wall in front of him, his hair looked damped as it continues to drip droplets of water like rain.

Amane stepped out of the shower whilst wrapping a towel around his torso. He grabbed another towel to dry his hair and draped it around his neck for a little while.

After drying himself, Amane puts on his undergarments, then his oversized black shirt tuckdd in to his black cargo pants. He grabbed a belt and buckled it to his pants. Finally, he grabbed his white hoodie with a silhouette of a rocket ship as a design and puts it inside his bag.

“Tsukasa, are you done?” Amane asked, grabbing his black backpack nearby and putting on one of its straps.

Tsukasa came out, he's wearing a grey shirt with striped sleeves that has a smiley face on it. He's wearing black shorts, he doesn't like anything that covers his legs. “Yeah, I'm done!”

“Mitsuba and the Minamoto kid must be waiting for us.” Amane beckoned him to go downstairs to the doorway to change their shoes. “If we don't go early, we wouldn't be able to find her. [name] said to meet her in 5:53 pm so let's go!”

“We need some food too, Amane!” Tsukasa went to the kitchen and grabbed two packs of Lays. He stuffed it inside Amane's backpack. “Okay, that's all!”

‘I was gonna say that we're gonna eat in a fast food restaurant but that works I guess.’ Amane puts on his black chonky-soled boots. “Let's go.” he stood up as the twins went out of their house, starting their quest to find [name].

“We just have to ride two trains towards Sanaol Academy.” Mitsuba mentions. “We don't have to waste four hours of getting there.”

Kou looked over to Amane and sweatdropped. “Senpai, why are you dressing so casually? I thought we're supposed to find [name]?” he said.

“He's going to flex his fashion sense for [name].” Mitsuba smugs at Amane earning a smack from the latter, the pink haired boy is known for being a cocky bastard and a tease especially to his close friends.

“Let's go to the train station.” Amane tells the three boys who were glancing all over the place. They nodded as they followed Amane towards the nearest station to take the train towards Yokohama to [name]'s school.

The train ride took longer than they thought it would be. Tsukasa was sitting on one of the seats while texting with someone on the phone. Mitsuba and Kou were sleeping next to each other during the ride. As for Amane, he remained standing, clinging on one of the handles next to Tsukasa's seat.

Amane was listening through his headphones while scrolling through his phone. The train stopped for the people who are going to leave and the people who are going inside.

Amane has his eyes on his phone that he didn't even realize that the train was crowding with people. A certain girl wearing a fluffy jacket with a crop top underneath and a pair of cargo pants passed by the standing boy.

Then, he heard a sound that made his eyes widen. Amane looked over to the person who just passed by but they were already gone. “Amane?” Tsukasa called. “What are you looking at?”

Amane shook his head. “That was nothing.” he replied flatly.

What he did not know is that it was [name] who passed by.

Amane fell asleep while hanging on to one of the handles in the train. The train halted to its next stop making his eyes flutter open. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “It's noon already.” he mentions.

“Wake them up.” Amane covered his mouth to yawn as he beckons Tsukasa to wake Mitsuba and Kou since they arrived to Yokohama.

The four of them stepped out of the train. Amane looked around for the person who passed by him that triggered a sound. He furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “You three want something to eat?”

“I mean, we’re hungry anyways of course we want to.” Mitsuba cocked an eyebrow at Amane as if the answer is obvious that they were hungry because of the train ride. Amane looked over to his phone, then pointed at the distance.

“There’s a fast food restaurant that we can go to.” He pointed out.

“Then what the hell were we waiting for? New Year? Let’s go!” Mitsuba waves his hands towards Kou and Tsukasa who were admiring the tall buildings and the roaming transportations. The four boys started to walk their way to a nearby restaurant.

After ordering their food from the counter, the four of them took some seats by the window. “Now that we’re here, when do we start looking?” Kou unwrapped the wrapper that was around the burger, then took a bite from it. “You said we’ll start by going to Sanaol Academy”

“After we eat I guess.” Amane sipped on the cherry soda he was drinking, looking at the window deep in thought. He was kind of nervous of meeting [name] like he wanted to make a good impression of her. “Hmm, what should I say when we meet?”

“Give her a pick up line!” Mitsuba suggested with a cocky grin but it turned into a look of disgust after that. “But not the corny ones of course. Ew.”

“Yeah, Amane!” Tsukasa added, agreeing with Mitsuba's idea. Truth to be told, Amane is a pretty charming guy and everything about him is godly so they're sure that he can initiate a pick up line. “Tell us your best pick up line!”

Amane slowly raised his hand and awkwardly smiled. “Hi...?”

Mitsuba sat there judging Amane with a look of disgust and cringe. Tsukasa's eyes twitched and he looked like he was gonna rant out on how he should make a pick up line. “Amane, you're never gonna have a girlfriend if you stick with that.”

And so when they got out of the restaurant, Mitsuba and Tsukasa gave Amane a lecture about flirting with girls. You can't blame him though, he doesn't have any experience with girls so he has poor knowledge about it. “Maybe you two shouldn't pressure Senpai like that.” Kou worriedly looks at Amane. “Just say hi and smile at her, talk about your backgrounds and stuffs.”

Amane smiled and ruffled his junior's blonde hair. “Thanks, kid.”

“Oi!” Mitsuba whirled around to the two. “We're here in Sanaol Academy.” he pointed out to the gate of the school.

Amane's heart quickened in nervousness, could it be that he was finally meeting [name] behind those letters?

The choppy haired boy saw a girl going out from the school, he decided to go and ask her of she knew [name]. “Ah, excuse me.” Amane called the girl.

“Yo!” she greeted back with a quirkful grin. “Whaddya need?”

“Do you know someone named [name] [surname]?” Amane asked while twiddling his fingers.

“[name]-san?” the girl rubbed her chin to think and then her eyes lit up when she knew. “Oh yes! She's from my dance class!”

“[name]-san is a dancer?” Amane tilted his head.

“Yeah, she takes dancing lessons after school.” She grabbed a lollipop and plopped it inside her mouth. “But she left an hour ago after the practice.”

“Oh.” Amane felt like he was relying on false hope.

“Are you perhaps her boyfriend?”

Mitsuba let out a plfft sound, Tsukasa tried his best not to utter an 'oop' and Kou stood there wondering what the hell is going on. Amane's face turned red till the tips of his ears. “N-No! I-I'm just her friend, that's all—”

“Drop the cap, Amane.” Tsukasa cocked his head and raised his enclosed fist. “We been knew you have a thing for her—”

“Tsukasa I swear—”

“But I think I know wheres she's heading.” The girl interrupted the two twin boys from talking. “[name]-san is always heading towards that abandoned ferris wheel that she's talking about.”

‘The ferris wheel that I keep seeing in my dream and the postcard!’

“Do you know where this ferris wheel is?” Amane handed her the postcard which contains the picture of the ferris wheel.

“It wasn't that far but it wasn't that near either, I'll let you borrow my bike for that matter. Oh and my name is Yiren.”

Yiren told Amane which way he should go to the ferris wheel. The choppy haired boy nodded at every word she says. “...And then you'll see the ferris wheel.”

“That's a long way to go...” Kou commented.

Amane gets on the bike and looked at the three. He gripped on to the handle and then sets his foot down for a moment. “Tsukasa, I'll go find [name]-san, you guys should go ahead.”

“Yiren-san, thank you.” And so Amane started to pedal towards his destination to find [name].

“So that guy was [name]-san's pen pal.” Yiren smiled, crossing her arms. She looked over to the three and grinned. “Wanna go to the arcade?”

“This is a pretty bumpy ride.” Amane kept his balance steady since he's going down to a steep hill. The sky suddenly turned into a mixture of pink, purple and orange, giving it a sunset vibe. The way the wind blows against his hair as it lifted his bangs up.

Amane tried hoisting his head up to get a better look until he saw something lose his balance.

The ferris wheel.

Amane wobbled as if he was going to fall at any moment but ended up falling off the bike. He rolled down to the grassy hill, writhing in pain at the impact. Then, it stopped.

“Ahck!” Amane hissed at the pain. There was a bruise on his arm because of the fall. He couldn't get up and felt tears pricking from his eyes.

Why was he chasing someone so far? Why was he desperate to find [name]? He was almost there, almost to the ferris wheel, almost there to meeting her.

But Amane wouldn't give up that easily.

He wouldn't give up because he loves [name], and he'd come so far for looking for her.

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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The Border Control Project [Part. 1]

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Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake x female reader

Summary: you're Tyler's next mission and turns out, you need him more than you want to

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: curse words, mentions of violence and kidnapping

Based on this imagine

Gif credit: @thoresque

A/N: let me know if you guys want a part 2 or to be tagged like @posiemax asked to (it was sweet, thank youuu). I have many ideas to this series, so let me know what you think!!

Part. 2

Theme song: Shameless, Camila Cabello

Right now I'm shameless

Screaming my lungs out for you

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

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It had been what? Two, maybe three days?

You had lost track of time. After so much time in the dark, it happens. Your mind just washes away and it seems like you're floating in space, with nowhere to go and nothing to do.

The blindfold in your eyes kept the light away and the restrains in your arms, made your whole body ache. The matress under you was actually soft, but even fluffy clouds could feel like a stone after being kept in the same position for so long.

Your throat was dry and hurt because of how you had screamed. Screams that were muffled by the gag you had in your mouth.

Every single spot those men had touched burned like a small fire and threatened to explode you. You were pretty sure you had marks all over. They hadn't been gentle when kidnapping you from the middle of the bloody street.

You was tired, scared and wanted to leave. Go back to your life. But you knew you couldn't. There was no getting out of there.

Taking a deep breath you tried to steady your heavy breathing, moving your hands against the restrains, to get maybe just a little more comfortable. Just a little.

That, was all you could do.

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"Something new is up?"

That was the question Tyler had made when he got a call from Nik. It was unexpected, surprising. After what happened in Bangladesh many months ago, he had done a few other jobs, but none of them with her. Now, though, she seemed pretty determined to get him on board of whatever was happening. It intrigued him, made him frown while holding the phone against his left ear.

He had been laying low since his last mission, the elimination of a target that he completed successfully in Greece. That mission had been fast, too easy. Since that, he had been wasting all the money he got in alcohol and cigarettes. Living each day with the usual boredom of loneliness and headache due to the all the booze. The opportunity to get into some action and do something useful, sounded really good. Truth was, the idea of being fired at excited him, as twisted as it was.

That and all the cash that Nik said was at stake made him get into a plane two days later and land on Guadalajara, Mexico, where Nik had told them to meet. Now he found himself in the back of a rented apartment in a simple building, located in a poor part of the city. Description was a thing Nik valued a lot, and one of the things that made her so good at her job. The room was filled with people he didn't really know, although some of those faces were familiar from previous jobs. Over tables and armchairs ultimate technology they frequently used on missions had been gathered up, just waiting to be used when the operation began.

"Listen up people, let's begin" Nik said out loud, bringing all the attention to herself as everyone instantly stopped talking by hearing her voice. She was a natural leader, no doubt about that. Pressing a single button on the control of the projector that had been installed hours before, she made a photo show up there for everyone to see.

It was the image of a twenty year old girl. She was smiling to the camera as someone took a picture of her and the park she was in. She looked calm, happy. If her image was being shown there though, Tyler knew that something really bad had probably happened to that girl.

"Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Nik said, after taking a step to the side to give everyone on the room a good view of the girl's face. "Her father is a US senator who's been a big name on the Congress for almost ten years" someone whistled, and others nodded in agreement. With only that being said, they already knew it would be a great case to work on. "Four days ago, she was kidnapped here in Guadalajara" she pressed the button again on the control, and a video started playing on the projector.

It was a security footage obviously, due to the black and white image and low resolution. In it the girl was walking on the street camly, carrying a backpack and wearing headphones. It was late at night, the corner of the footage marked 21:37. She was alone, and there was no one else on the street. That was the perfect opportunity for a kidnapping, Tyler thought to himself, and the response to that came seconds later.

A van approached the girl suddenly, apparently coming out of nowhere. Stopped by her side and before she could even do anything, the back door was opened and three masked men stormed upon her. She tried to run, but they had no trouble in grabbing her violently by her arms and legs and throw her on the inside of the van, leaving behind only her now destroyed phone. The whole thing happened in less than twenty seconds. No one noticed a thing, no one saw anything. That had been extremely well planned.

"Do we know who they are?" a guy with glasses Tyler had never seen before asked, analyzing with full attention the video that started playing again in replay.

"Negative. We couldn't get anything from the security videos and the family doesn't know specifically who could be behind it, but five hours later the Senator recieved a call" as Nik pressed the button again, an audio file started to roll and filled everyone's ears.

Senator (Y/L/N), we have your lovely daughter. If you don't drop the Border Control Project on the presentation day, she dies.

And then the robotic adapted voice was gone. That was it. Short, harsh and objective.

"What's the Border Control Project?" Tyler was the one who made the question, before anyone else did the same. With his arms crossed over his chest, his mind was working fast in taking in all the information he was receiving. He knew he would need them in the future.

"A project created by Senator (Y/L/N) to expand the police activity in the mexican-american border. If this project is approved on the mentioned presentation day, trafficking rotes will be affected, illegal transportations will be extremely lowered" Nik explained, dropping the control on the nearest table with a sight. "Dealers, politicians, traffickers, a lot of people could be behind it"

"So our only approach is to go after the girl herself" Tyler stated firmly, and the others agreed.

"Yes, we rescue her. And possibly in the meantime, figure out who did this. Senator said he will pay three times more if we do" some of the team members started clapping and Nik rolled her eyes, but had a smile on her lips. They were mercenarys, money was their greatest worry and desire.

"What was she doing in Mexico?" a middle aged woman with blond straight hair that was in the other end of the room across the australian, was the next one to make a question.

"She got a six month transfer to the local University. Student exchange happens at least twice a year between Mexico and the United States" Nik answered and then crossed her own arms over her chest. "We start the operation within two days. Tyler will do the field work, were going to give him all the support he needs. Meanwhile, we prepare yourselves. Got it?"

Everyone agreed and started to go to work, opening computers and printing files. Tyler didn't move, just looked around in complete silence. Nik was the one who approached him.

"You're good with this?" she asked, inspecting his features for any sign of denial.

He nodded, averting his eyes back to the projector where someone had again projected the picture of the girl smiling. Looking deeply into her eyes, Tyler sighted.

"I'm gonna need a whole file on her, anything you can find. When I get to her, I have to know or have something that will make her trust me"

He had no doubt. He would find her.

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #extraction #extraction fanfic #extraction imagine #tyler rake fanfic #tyler imagine #tyler x reader #tyler rake x reader #tyler rake imagine #tyler rake #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth imagine

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agentunwin · 6 years

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WHY [POPSTAR!Y/N X SHAWN MENDES] [PART 6]

A/N: I recommend you listen to this song while you read, it’s super cute. I think this series is gonna have one more part. I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support on this and my other writing <3

Prompt: Day two at the studio, and the two reach an agreement. [Based off Shawn’s song Why].

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: 2,057

Tag: @yourwonderbelle @coldluvr @marvel-mendes8 @xoxohannahlee @maddieeelizabeth @irwie-cake @coolgirlthemonologue

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*, Part 5, Part 5.5,

Masterlist

When you woke up, you immediately found yourself in a compromising position.

You felt the steady rise and fall of a hard chest behind you, the person's arm draped over your waist to hold you close to them. As if you didn't already know who it was, the familiar brown curls were just next to you, flopped loosely against his forehead. You couldn't deny that you missed being this close with him, but it was his fault that there was a barrier between the two of you.

Your mind still groggy, you tried to remember what had happened the previous night. You must have accidentally fallen asleep next to Shawn when you guys were wrapping up the writing for Like To Be You, which only ended up taking an hour or so once you two began to pour your hearts out.

A lot was said that night, but nothing was said directly. Everything they wanted- needed to say was spoken through their lyrics, left to the other's interpretation.

Lines like "There's nothin' left to say, let's call a truce, 'Cause I don't really wanna go to bed like this," and "Can I kiss you or not, 'cause I'm not really sure right now of what you want," stuck in your mind as you fell asleep that night on the hardwood floor, definitely not with Shawn. He must have fallen asleep soon after.

You sighed heavily and listened to the birds outside of the studio beach house whilst you pondered your options. Either you wake him up by breaking free of his grasp, or you stay put and wait for him to wake up beside you. Either option seemed equally awkward.

That's when Shawn's grungy morning voice startled you, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. "Mm. Good morning."

As soon as you realized he was awake as well, you separated yourself from him, sitting up in front of him as he slowly rose to a sit as well.

"Sleep well?" He asked, running a hand lazily through his curls.

Shawn noticed the spaced-off look in your eyes and frowned, realizing that he may have unintentionally crossed another line. When you didn't answer, merely stared at the ground, he sighed and got up, looking over the mess the two of you had made.

A few beer bottles were spread throughout the room, a few blankets strung here and there, candy wrappers on the floor. The computer was still up and running, ready to play the few clips you'd managed to record.

Today was the last day the two of you had alone before the production team came in to help, and he intended to make the most of it.

"What's this?"

Your voice comes as a shock to him and he whips around to face you, face paling when he notices you holding his leather journal. You're flipping casually through the pages when he pounds across the room, ripping the book from his hands.

You give him an odd look when he holds it behind his back, pursing his lips awkwardly. "Nothing! Nothing. Please don't touch my things."

You hold your hands up defensively and nod, leaving it at that. He sighs in relief and puts his large hand to his chest, awkwardly messing with the collar. "Uh, do you wanna go back to the house and have breakfast?"

Giving his nervous tendencies a tiny grin, you nod and then you're walking out the door with him hot on your trail.

"Milk."

Shawn hands you the milk, watching you pour it into the mixture.

"Flour?"

He scurries to the cabinet and grabs the bag, running back to hand it to you.

"Egg."

"Ya'know," Shawn chuckles, handing her the carton. "Playing the messenger is getting pretty boring."

You glare at him jokingly and crack the egg into the batter. "Sorry I don't trust you enough to not to mess this up."

"How hard can pancakes be?" He bluffs, tossing a water bottle back and forth between his hands. "You just add the things and stir it... Simple."

You shake your head and laugh a bit, "Just let me do this, you're so annoying."

Shawn doesn't respond and you go back to stirring, humming a tune peacefully to yourself when you're suddenly hit with something, your jaw dropping to your chest.

An egg's contents were dripping down the side of your face, seeping into your hair and skin. Shawn lets out a booming laugh, holding the carton of eggs in his hand.

You reach for the bag of flour, grabbing a fistful of the substance and flinging it his way, immediately shutting him up as he coughs and waves it out of his face.

"Oh, it's on!" He yells, beginning to chase you around the kitchen.

"You started it!" You laugh genuinely, dodging his attempts to throw more eggs at you.

At one point you make a mistake and slip on one of his eggs, your body hitting the ground causing him to put the eggs down and run to your side.

He kneels next to you and his eyes run over your aching body, checking for any bad injuries.

"Agh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asks frantically, watching as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Yeah, yeah." You huff, looking up into his golden eyes. "I think I'm good."

"Oh." Shawn mutters, his face looking much more serious than it did just 30 seconds ago. "Well... In that case.."

Shawn's hands are on your sides in a split second, his fingers tickling over the skin. You yelp and try to swat him away, his assault pulling boisterous giggles from your lips. "Shawn, stop! Please!"

He chuckles as tears begin to leak from your eyes, his fingers never stopping. You looked so perfect underneath him like this, face shining happiness and laugh lightening his heart. Nobody else could ever make him feel this way, he was convinced.

"Uncle! Uncle!" You tap out, your laugh dying when his fingers finally stopped.

He licked over his lips when you looked up at him, your eyes glazed over and hopeful. Shawn wished he could keep you here all day, just studying your beauty until someone pulled him off of you. But he knew that couldn't happen.

You cleared your throat and he snapped out of his daze, helping you up to your feet.

"So.." He bit his lip, "Who's going to get in the shower first?"

"You go ahead." You look down at the ground, unable to hold that mesmerizing gaze with the man anymore. "I'll finish the pancakes."

Shawn nods and walks off, going to wash himself from all of their shenanigans.

The pancakes are done far before you find yourself leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door. Shawn's silky smooth voice was belting out his own lyrics as he practiced runs and different progressions, and it blew you away just as it did every other time he sang.

You could imagine him in there, shower steam making his cheeks rosy, hair wet and stuck to his skin.

Oh, how you wish he hadn't been such an asshole.

You must not have noticed his shower stopping and before you could run away, Shawn's exiting the bathroom, dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You stand there like a deer in the headlights at the fact that you'd been caught, however Shawn barely reacts. He merely smirks at you and nods towards the door.

"Shower's free."

Shawn watched you with the upmost adoration in his eyes as he witnessed you belt out the final lyrics to the song. When you finished, you stood there with your eyes closed and your right hand on the headphones, basking in the glory of basically completing a song.

Your peace is interrupted when Shawn lets out a whooping cheer, clapping his hands together and rushing towards you. You gasp loudly as he picks you up by your knees, spinning you around and holding you close to him. Both of you are laughing at his actions and he sets you down after a second.

His face is still rosy and radiant when he holds your shoulders, shaking you gently, "God, you're such an amazing singer. How did I get so lucky to get this collab with you?"

"Oh, stop it." You swat him away while simultaneously pulling him into a hug.

He cradles the back of your head and rocks the two of you back and forth, never wanting to let go.

"This is gonna go #1." You mutter into his chest. "I can feel it in my bones."

Shawn doesn't reply, only stops rocking you and pulls back the slightest bit to look at your face.

The open windows let in a slight breeze, strands of your hair gently tickling your face. The only light in the room came from the dimmed lights overhead, and the only noise that could be heard in the room was the noises of the night creatures outside.

Shawn's hand comes down to cradle your jaw, smiling when you nuzzle your cheek into his rough palm. His eyes flutter as his mind races, thinking of something to say, and quick before he loses you again.

"Y/N, I-" He begins, licking his lips nervously but keeping adamant eye contact with you. "I miss you. And maybe not in the way you're thinking. I would love to be with you in that way, yeah, but I understand if that's not what you want. If you want to stay friends forever, that's fine with me. I just need you in my life, in one way or another."

You grin at his small rant, squeezing his arm. "You're too cute."

Shawn lets out a quick breath in place of a laugh, shaking his head. "Okay.. I don't know what that means.."

"It means I miss you too." You quirk, rolling your eyes. "I just.. I'm not ready to try again. Not like that, not yet. But, I miss those conversations we would always have in between interviews and shows, and how you always supported me, even through my dumbest decisions. You never failed to put a smile on my face. And I miss having that kind of friendship."

"I'll literally take anything you give me. I'd wait 500 years until you're ready again." Shawn breaths out, finally feeling like he can breathe again. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Thanks for not completely giving up on me."

You nod, standing up on your tippytoes to ruffle his hair. "No problem, Shawn. Now what do you say we go celebrate our last day alone here and pop that bottle of champagne?"

Shawn's curly head pops into your room 2 days later, eyes saddening when he watches you packing your things into your last bag. "You ready to go?"

You zip up your suitcase, looking back at him with a smirk. "Jeez, are you rushing me?"

"The opposite, actually." Shawn snickers.

The song was completed with the help of the team that came in that next day, and today, it was finally time to leave. Your flight was leaving earlier than his, meaning that you'd be leaving him earlier than he preferred.

"I'm sure you'll see me soon, Shawn." You grin at him, pinching his cheek with one of your free hands. "Besides, when this song hits the charts, you're never going to be able to shut me up about it."

"I look forward to that." Shawn quips quickly, walking you to the wide open front door. The black truck was already in the driveway, ready to bring you to the airport.

"Be very careful what you wish for," You joke, pulling him into a small hug that turns into a huge one when he pulls you tighter against him, his blunt nails digging into your sides.

He breaths in heavily and mutters, "I'm really gonna miss you. Even though you drive me absolutely insane."

You laugh at this and shake your head as he lets you go, "I'll text you when I land, alright?"

Shawn nods and blows you a joking kiss as you walk away, loading your things into the truck.

You climb into the passenger seat without looking at him and your phone dings just before you pull away. Pulling it out, you're positive your heart skips a beat.

From: Shawn

See? Missing you already :(

You look out the window to see him frowning, waving at you as the wheels below you begin to turn and you're waving back sweetly.

And Shawn merely stands there, watching you ride off into the distance until all that's left of your vehicle is a tiny speck disappearing over the mountain.

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shield-agent78 · 5 years

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Linguistics: Chapter 1

ALPHA

Parring: Bucky x OC (Ema) Bucky x You

Warning: Mentions of verbal abuse, fluff, language

Rating: PG-13

Summary: linguists specialist who has been hired to work at the newest Avengers facility in upstate New York. Her life up to now has been a hurricane. Soon she meets a super soldier with a metal arm that she can't get enough of and the feeling is very mutual.

A/N: Thanks for reading my story. I use the name Ema in this story instead of Y/N it is just an author preference. Feel free to insert your name instead of Ema’s. Flashbacks and thoughts are italicized. Please enjoy.

Linguistics- the scientific study of language, and involves an analysis of language form, language meaning, and language in context.

(2 Years Ago)

My mom had always told me that I was a sassy, hard-headed southern girl that would one day turn into a wonderful woman. Looking back I don't think I disappointed her. I was still sassy and hard headed but with a good head on my shoulders. Early on I was determined to develop a skill set that would allow me to serve others, so I pursued a degree from LSU that allowed me to become a linguistics specialist for the government.

However, that was before I let my heart got in the way... His name was Chis Nelson, a blond hair Greek god that I met while I was pouring drinks at the Hurricane Bar in New Orleans just so I could pay for my car note. For some reason, I let my heart fool me and soon fell for his charms. Several months later I moved with him to Washington D.C. His assignment: Strike Force at the newest S.H.I.L.D. facility. Little did I know that my life was soon going to change in a way I could have never predicted.

Three months later S.H.I.L.D. fell, exposing H.Y.D.R.A. agents that have infatuated the program. I had suspicions that Chris was one of these agents, but I had no hard proof. I guess you could say, I had no proof; mental abuse doesn't leave marks on the outside.

"Your nothing just nothing little girl!" Chris' voice filled our small apartment again. How did I ever get myself into this mess? I was stronger than this. "You don't know anything. I wish I had never trained you!" He stood screaming at me while with one swoop of his hand the kitchen table that I had just been doing my work on had been wiped clean. Files and my laptop were now scatted onto the floor. I had pressed my back against the entrance door to the apartment hoping to get away from him. My eyes filled up with tears but I blinked them away. I had to get away from him. He looked at me with a stern face. His brown eyes blazing into me. If looks could kill, I knew that I would have been dead. Chris took a quick look at the text he just received and then back to me, "I have to go to work. Be out by the time I get back, I never loved you. I regret us. All of us," he said pushing aside me walking out the door.

I let out the breath I was holding and picked my flies that were now scattered on the floor. As I picked up the last one, I noticed a red file that had been taped under the couch. I lay on my stomach and pulled the file out of its hiding place. I sat crossed legged on the rug as I ran my hands over it. This wasn't a typical S.H.I.L.D issued file. This was something else. My hands began to shake, I opened the file only to find the H.Y.D.R.A symbol plastered on the first page. I skimmed through the file quickly finding Chris's name plastered on the pages. I slammed the file closed, placed it with my others and stuffed it into my satchel along with my loaded Glock. I took one more look around the apartment grabbed my cellphone and ran out the door. I ran away from Chris and away from the life that I had known. I dumped my government issued cell and bought a burner one off of the street. The first call I made was to my friend Ann, she was a counselor that I had been seeing to help me get over panic attacks and PTSD. She had convinced me to get away from Chirs and thank God I had listened to her.

I ran into her office out of breath with the files and gun still in my bag. Panic tried to set in with each step I took. Her office door was closed but I knew this was her lunch hour. She didn't have clients right now. I open the door to see her fighting with a man who was wearing a black mask. With several hard kicks, she had knocked him out cold taking a flash drive out of his hand.

"Ema! Steve! Sam! Get her out of here!" She pushed me out of her office door back into her waiting room. I looked to find a blond hair man who had clearly been in a fight looking at me intensely. I quickly figured out that was the one and only Steve Rogers and Sam Willson. I gaped at them for a moment and placed my hand over my mouth.

"You know the next time I let you pick me up from the hospital, remind me never to go by your pretend job," he snorted at her as Ann cuffed the man. Realization flooded my face. This was Natasha Romanoff.

"Dammit," I muttered looking at them both now as the pieces came together in my mind. Later that evening I found myself on a jet headed to upstate New York, however that was only after I had identified the chard remands of Chris Nelson.

(Chapter 1: One Year Later)

“Do you want to keep staring at the wall or do you want to go to work? I mean it’s a pretty interesting wall.” Steve asked Natasha as he entered the waiting area outside of the large training room.

“I thought you and Tony were still gazing into each other’s eyes. How do we look?” Nat asked him strolling out of the common area heading to the training room.

“Well we’re not the 27 Yankees,” he retorted.

“We have some hitters,” Natasha smirked back as they walked by me. I leaned back on the bench that ran the wall of the waiting area and pulled out my earbuds.

Well, that means that they didn’t need me for a while. My job had been slow for the last several weeks. Now with training starting, it appeared like it would be picking up soon enough. So why not take advantage of some quiet downtime. One of my favorite places, the common area close to the offices. It was actually peaceful, well decorated and natural light. I still had no idea why Sam had convinced me to move up here in the first place; oh that’s right my ex-boyfriend turned out to be a HYDRA agent and wanted me dead. Good enough reason. He had tried to sweeten the offer by “Come on girl, it will be fun. You will have me. You will meet New people to meet, and see the world.” I told him he sounded like an airforce recruiter. He just laughed. Nevertheless, I was here and had been for two years. The idea of wanting something more in my life wasn’t new, it was more of an attitude. Always grow. Always change. Keep moving up. Don’t let your life turn into a hurricane.

I turned up my headphones while internally rolled my eyes. I knew that Steve was going to be late for our meeting so getting lost a little in my music until then was a great distraction until I felt the bench shift as a tall burnt sat down next to me. Looking beside me I saw a Greek god; tall, muscles to die for, shoulder length hair and blue eyes looking at me intensely. Sam hadn’t told me about him. Wow! Ok, stop gawking at the stranger, Ema. Just because a hot guy is staring at you doesn’t mean for you to lose your….

“So what’s your story, I mean why aren’t you in there with them?” He questioned.

I removed my earbuds and gave him a slight smile. “I’m not the superhero type I guess.” He tilted his head as a small chuckle erupted from his mouth.

“Why aren’t you in there?” I sassed. Great insult him why don’t ya. Do you have any idea how to act around a cute guy? Yes, it’s been a while but come on. Besides look at his tattoo arm and muscles, he should be in there. You’re trying to justify your actions.

“That’s only for the new ones.” He retorted back in a cool tone.

Oh, so he isn’t new.

“Why are you here? Running from someone?” He continued his authoritative tone. Wonder if he is CIA or military. Sounds like one.

“No. I don’t run,” my tone as cool as his. My new friend shifted where now his hands rested on his lap with his feet slightly apart. He took a deep breath with his nose and locked his eyes upon mine. Dman his eyes are intoxicating.

“Sorry I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. Let’s try again ok?” I gave him a slight nodded. “I’m Bucky Barnes,” his New York accent came out thick and strong. Yep, he is defiantly the alpha male type.

“Nice to meet you Bucky. I’m Ema Jones.” My southern accent flooding out of my mouth. Well, that hasn’t happened in a while. Bucky just smiled at me before speaking again.

“So where you from?” He gave me an amused cocky grin.

“California,” I teased. I knew he didn’t believe me one bit.

“No, I don’t think so,” he teased, “try the south.” His smile is intoxicating too. It just made me smile wider. Relax. Say something cute…

“That easy to tell?”

“Well maybe.”

“Louisiana. I’m in linguistics. He raised a curious eyebrow at me. “Primarily German, French, Italian, code-breaking and I’m learning Romanian. So how about you?” Don’t ramble. He gave me an amused smirk.

“An assassin from Brooklyn. Sorry, excuse me Ma’am for a moment.” He pulled out his vibrating phone to answer a text while I shifted nervously in my seat tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Figures all the cute ones have something up with them.

Steve: Well, what do you think of her?

Bucky: I like her. Seems sweet. She rambles when she is nervous.

Steve: And?

Bucky: Beautiful. Have you seen her eyes, Rogers? May have to consider asking her out

Steve: Told you. I’ll be there in 5

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky snapped me out of my thoughts as I looked back up at him.

“I ugh like your tattoo,” I motioned to his arm. It looks like golden strips on your forearm. Reminds me of a wolf. Bucky looked amused and then chuckled.

“Tattoo?”

“Ya, I augh…” I blushed with embarrassment. Haven’t known this guy but for like ten minutes and go and offend him Ema. Great.

“No, no it’s fine. I had forgotten with this new nanotech that it looked like.” I gave him a curious look. “I just got back from Wacanda. Here let me show you.” His arm began to change from flesh tone to vibranium reviving the Wolf markings. I looked on speechless for a moment. Realization hit me. This is Steve’s friend. The Winter Soldier aka the White Wolf. Wow, girl! Damn!

“Oh wow; that’s really cool,” I said typing to play it off. “Ugh you’re the Winter Soldier aren’t you?”

“Back there I was called the White Wolf but ya that’s me,” Buck said sheepishly rubbing his neck. I folded my hands in my lap. All this time I’ve been making moves and talking to the Bucky Barns. Howling Commandos. save the universe, snap Thanos in half, serve your country, ok the brainwashing but no one is perfect; veteran, and handsome Bucky Barnes!

“Thank you for your service Sergeant,” Buck gave me a huge grin.

“Your welcome.” His blue eyes sparkled with appreciation over my words.

“Buck, Ema you’re with me.” Our heads snapped up looking at Steve. I felt like I had got caught red-handed making out with his friend.

“Ok. Comin’ Steve,” Bucky answered as he stood up. “After you doll,” he motioned with his hand for me to go first. I stood up smoothed the bottom of my red dress. We walked down the hall to Steve’s office. I caught a glimpse of him in one of the mirrored office doors as we passed. His eyes running over my legs to my behind. Did he just check me out? Ok, just breath. Meeting that’s right.

Steve sat down at his desk as I took a seat in front of him. Bucky leaned against a table behind my chair. “So a linguist agent is needed on each team. As you know, Agent Malone was retired and I am looking for a replacement for Alpha team. Interested?”

“Of course! Thank you, Steve. However, whose team is that?”

"Mine. Sam and Steve are also on the team but with Steve’s other duties I’m led,” I heard Bucky grumble behind me. Of course the one with a hot assassin super soldier, Sam, Steve and now me.

“One more question why me? I mean for the team. Just seems like you all are the top dogs.” I said waving my hand for emphasis. Steve gave me a smile. His blue eyes shown brightly.

“Let’s just say that I believe the two of you have more in common than you know. You make a good fit. Both determined to make a difference, and hard-headed.” He said glancing behind me towards Bucky. Buck gave a little chuckle. Just like I thought all the good ones have some type of issues, but man this could lead to something big.

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lostgirlfromneverlandxxx · 6 years

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Took you long enough

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Request by @5sos-trashood

Can you do one where before the fire Derek and y/n were best friends (y/n a werewolf too) but after it Derek shuts off and pushes her away but when she hears about something supernatural in beacon hills she comes back

Sorry if that was confusing but you don’t have to write it just a small idea. Thanks :)

Sorry it took me so long to write a new imagine ven though I told you guys to be back. Had a ruff time but now I'm really back!

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Reader's POV

I pulled out one of my headphones because I was hearing something knocking against my window. I stop and listen for a while. There were small noises. I get up and look out of my window. It was already 11pm so who would be standing outside trying to get my attention?

I focus and find Derek standing under the huge tree in front of my window. He's throwing another pebble to my window when I open it. "Der? What are you doing here so late?" I think he's blushing a little. "Can I come in?" I step back and he starts climbing up the tree and gets inside my room. "Hey... uhm yeah I don't know why I'm here. I wanted to see you, I guess?" he blushes even more.

We've been friends for so long now. "It's okay Der. You haven't answered my texts though, I'm still mad about that, hon." I smile and push his shoulder playfully. "Yeah sorry about that." he sits down on my bed and looks at me. "Did something happeen between you and Paige? She's the reason for you neglecting me, right?" I know I shouldn't be dissapointed. I should be happy for my best friend but I can't.

"Yeah... forget about her," he let's himself fall onto the matress. What happenned? I thought he loved her? "Why? Aren't you in love with her?" I push my nails into my palms. He doesn't seem to notice. "I thought I was... we kissed but I didn't feel anything." I am kinda relieved right now. "But that's good, right?" I ask. My voice is shaking a little. He looks up at me. "I guess..." he starts blushing again and looks away. "What's the problem now, Der? I have to get to sleep so if you don't need my help you should leave." I cross my arms in front of my chest. I can't talk to him. He kissed her and I don't know how to feel about it. I've been wanting to kiss him for such a long time now... but he can't know about my crush ."Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." he gets up and heads to the window. "I didn't mean it... sorry, Der. There's just so much going on right now." he looks at me. Every time he looks at me like that I just want to forget everything and cuddle up to him. "What happened?" he sounds worried. "Oh nothing." he puts his hand under my chin and makes me look into his beautiful green eyes. "Tell me the truth Y/N."

I try to turn away but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I think my heart is about to explode. "It's nothinng, Der. Really." he presses his forehead against mine. "Yeah. Too bad that I don't believe you, sweetheart." he stresses the last word. I want to reply but the words get stuck in my throat. "Come on Y/N. Tell me." he whispers. Now our noses are touching. I want to kiss him so badly... "Why didn't you have feelings for Paige?" I manage to form some words. He exhales slowly "Beause I've been..."

We hear a lound noise. It sounds like an explosion. We uickly turn towards the window. In the distance I can see a huge fire... "Oh my god..." that is Dereks home... I just stare at him. "Der?" he doesn't react, I try to hug him but he jumps out of the window and runs towards the burning house.

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That was 10 years ago. I haven't heard from him since that night. After I graduated I moved away. I had to get out of town. I wanted to concentrate on my career. I wanted to become a lawyer but I just couldn't. Instead I started to work as a bounty hunter. I open my laptop and my heart stings when I see the background...

it's an old picture of Derek and I. I quickly open my mails and look through the newest offers. There is a vampire clan in Beacon Hills. I could go back... maybe he did come back too? "The job will be done in 3 days." I reply and turn off my laptop. I don't have to pack much for the trip just some clothes. Most of my weapons are in my car aready. I throw the things into the car and get in. Let's go back to Beacon Hills... I slowly breath out and start driving.

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Derek's POV

"We can't kill all of them Derek! We are going to die trying." Scott stands beside me in the corner of the storage hall. We fou d the vampires that killed innocents in Beacon Hills. What we didn't know is that we had to deal with a whole clan. "Yeah... but there needs to be a way to get out of this mess." I already managed to kill a dozen of vampires but they just seem to come back. I heard a loud whistle and an "Over hear bloodsuckers!".

I've heard that voice before... Scott looks at me with fear in his eyes. The vampires are distracted from whatever just walked into the hall. I quickly attack some of them and rip their heads off when I see a beautiful wolf with golden fur surrounded by at least 20 vampires. Her eyes are an icy blue but they seem to warm up when she looks at me for a brief moment.

Scott rushes past me and attacks some of the vampires surrounding her. I growl and jump onto the vampire that was just about to sink his fangs into her neck. We keep fighting side by side until all of them are dead. The wolf disappears and Scott turns to me. "Who was that?" I just shake my head. "I think I know who she is..." I start walking away but he follows me. "Care to enlighten me?" I just ignore him and run into the wood.

Her scent seems to b everywhere but I think I know where she's heading. I walk up to thr burnt down house. "Why did you come back?" I ask loudly. She steps out of the shadow. "I get payed for this." she looks at me. Her expression unreadable. "Why'd you come back?" she looks at me. I think I see hate in her eyes. "Beacon Hills needed and Alpha." my eyees burn red, She stares back at me with her icy blue eyes. "Yeah. That's why you come bback after all those years but your best friend didn't matter at all." she almost spits out the words. She looks so hurt.

"I... I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have just left you." she laughs. "Yeah. Shut up. It's not like I care anyways." she turns around. When did she get so cold? Is it all because of me? Because I left her that night and never tried to reach out to her? "Y/N please. That night... I wanted to tell you something but after what happened I couldn'nt. I didnt want you to get hurt." she stops. "I can take care of myself." her eyes glow more vibrant now. I quickly walk up to her and grab her arm, turning her around. "You asked me why I didn't feel anything when I kissed Paige that night. That was because I've been in love with you the whole time. Heck... I still am." she just stares at me. I pull her closer and press my lips against hers in a desperate kiss. "Took you long enough, hon." she grins and pulls me down into another kiss. This time more passionate.

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I hope you enjoyed this little imagine. Feel free to leave requests. I'll do Derek imagines and some about other series tooo if you'd like. I really want to get more into writing again and I hope to read some feedback!

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defsoulaioa · 6 years

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My Dream Knight, Part 8

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“You made it!” Jackson’s arms opened waiting for a hug but to his disappoint when he realize what I wore he dropped his arms. He was wearing Thor’s costume with pride of being part of the Avengers, but frowned. “Didn’t you get the memo? Why are you dressed as the cat lady?” He questions looking at my outfit as I fix my black headband with cat ears.

“It’s catwoman.” I corrected crossing my arms feeling a little bit offended. “What's wrong with it?” I asked taking off my head and as it seemed to have tied a knot with my hair. “This is Marvel, not DC.” He pointed out.

“You didn't tell me!” I pouted. “I said we are dressing as Avengers. It hinted that you could've been the Black Widow!” Jackson says to his defense.

I rolled my eyes and nodded walking up to the rest of the guys. “Alright, alright. It’s my fault.”

As I sat down with the rest of the guys, I noticed Jaebum wasn’t with them. Before I could even mention that Jaebum was missing, Jinyoung had looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s over there watching the city lights and night sky.”

He points over to one corner of the rooftop and hands me two cans of Mountain Dew. “Hand this to him. He needs a drink and has somewhat been distracted.”

Accepting the two drinks, I walked my way towards Jaebum. “Well, I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?”

Jaebum turns to look at me and grabs his crutch. “I've been doing great.” He answers tapping his crutch to the floor while concentrating on it. He seemed to have even been distracted by it. “I mean, I’ve been doing great... in recovery.”

“Did something happened? I thought you were okay?” I asked stepping up to sit beside him on the wooden seat. Jaebum shook his head and laughs without answering.

“I brought you a drink.” I said handing him his can. He takes it somewhat in a harshly manner and pops it open without thanking me, like the usual, before gulping down half of it in one sip.

“Is it that refreshing?” I asked looking at him. He avoids my eyes and looks at the stars with a nod. There was a silence between us, and I began to feel nervous. Unlike other times, he would do his best to get me out of the uncomfortable atmosphere we always had between us.

Playing with my thumbs nervously, I bit my lips with uneasiness. “Jaebum, I have something I’ve been wanting to ask.”

“What is it?” He asks taking another sip. I gulped and took in a deep breath, before opening my can of drink. I sipped it carefully, “A couple months ago when I saw that… in the alleyway…”

Jaebum straightened himself and glanced at me realizing where I was getting at. Still, he doesn't say anything to stop me.

“Who is she?” I asked. Jaebum sighs and sets his drink between us before leaning back. “I told you let's not talk about it.”

“I know, but it bothers me to-" “Just don’t think about it. It doesn't concern you or anyone.” He interrupts me and finishes his soda before crumpling it and throwing it to the ground.

“I can’t.” I said boldly. “I can't stop thinking about it. Is that so wrong?” I asked but Jaebum was silent. He had no answer.

“Jeong Sa Yeon… that is her name, right?” “My high school crush, yes. What's the point?” He replies grabbing my drink and sipping it. I nearly interrupted and told him it was mine, but I figured he already knew and doesn't care.

“Then, what happened to the both of your guys’ relationship?” “You don't need to know about that. It was just a simple one-sided love story.”

I sighed figuring he won't open up about her. “Then, what were you guys arguing about?” He scoffs and shakes his head before looking at me, “Arguing? We weren't arguing, we were negotiating.”

“Are you sure everything is fine?” I asked knowing that everything wasn't. His attitude and everything else is so… different and unlike him.

“Everything seems fine and should be fine, from now on after this.” Jaebum responds abruptly without waiting for a second to answer my question. I straightened and leaned closer, “After this?” “What do you want to know.” Jaebum leans in and pulls me close by my collar suddenly feeling irritated by me. He protrudes his jaw and scoffs, letting me go.

The smell of soda reeked from his mouth, yet he still managed to reek of soft coconut. “I’m… just curious,” I gulped.

“You know what, this topic has been on my mind for a while. Since you've put me to it, I might as well just say it.” Jaebum scoffs again and shrugs before reaching in his pocket. Out he pulls the listening device with earphones plugged in. “This.” He holds the thing and shakes it around carelessly. “This brought me so much trouble, you know.” Jaebum looks at me and leans forward.

“How did you- I thought she had it.”

He scoffs again before handing me one side of the earphones and plugging in the other. “Shall we listen to it? I just wonder… what would come out of this thing.” His voice was sly as he plugs his piece in while watching me.

I inhaled deeply trusting him wondering why this thing was such an issue and took it, placing he piece of earbud in my left ear. Silence.

“I don’t hear anything-” I stopped and paused. That was my voice just being recorded and being spoken back to me. I looked at Jaebum and pressed the earbud making sure I have just hear myself repeat what I had just said inside the earphone. “Is this… me? Talking? My… voice?”

There it is again, those exact words that came out of my mouth also came back right into my ear. I gulped feeling the heaviness in my chest again, “Was that really… me?” I asked at the verge of tears freaking out. “How? How did you-? Why did you plant a device in me?! For what?! Have you been spying on me!”

I moved away from him and yet he was silent without a thought to answer to me. Sitting there, waiting, he starts laughing… in a dark manner.

Feeling deceived and offended of privacy, I threw the headphones out of my hand. How dare he just mocks me like it was fun deceiving me? “Is it funny? It’s not! How dare you!” I begin to shout at him for making me look vulnerable and weak in front of him.

Jaebum begins to speak after cutting off his laughter with a dead serious face. “Do you know how hard it was to get this back? For the sake of saving your reputation, do you know what I’ve gone through?”

My blood boiled. How dare he now talk about my reputation. This whole time no one, and I mean, no one has ever cared about my reputation but their lead stars.“Oh, really? My reputation? Mine? We are going to talk about me, now? Since when did any one of you guys cared about me?! When did anyone care about my suffering and pain and embarrassment?! Everything! Every! Single! Damn! Thing! Jaebum! It's all about the ‘stars of this industry’! Isn't it all about you! Saving your reputation! How dare you get that back and then blame me for everything that's gone wrong for you? I didn't ask for this!”

He starts arguing with me and throws his damn crutches across from the bench we sat.“Your nonsense talk about everything and nothing beyond that has really ruined all of us and this industry! You lead us to downfall with your ignorance!”

Tears swell up, and I swung my bag to the floor.“What ignorance?! I overheard every single conversation! Don't pity me and act like you're saving my reputation! You started this for your gain. You would do anything to get this thing back for the sake of you!”

“Yes! Of course! For the sake of it, I would do anything to get this back! If it wasn't for you who had started it all, I wouldn't have stepped this far!”

I paused taking in his words. “Heh, that's it huh? You admit it. For the sake of your gain, then. For the sake of your reputation. So everything is my fault.” I sniffed. “Every person here is all the same.”

“Yes! It is!” “What did I ever do to start this?!” I yelled back in tears. “What did I ever do to deserve this! I haven't done nothing but trained! Work my ass off, for the sake of becoming successful! Do my best to follow every rule and regulation! And what? You guys… plant this… device on me? Monitor me? Then blame me? What kind of contract did I signed in this agency?”

“You don’t get it, do you?- Just why am I trying to protect you? I’m supposed to be protecting myself! I'm the one at lost here because of that thing!” Jaebum starts shouting back at me again with anger in his eyes. I looked to my behind where the plushie was. “What did this thing do?! What did I ever-” “I can hear everything you say! And whatever you say brings trouble to me!” He eventually stands up with his crutch by his side, “I hate you. Look at what you made me look like! I’m casted!”

“Why are you playing victim! I’m the victim here!” I shouted back getting up. “I never told you to get hurt for me! I never told you, or anyone, to plant that stupid mic on me!”

He starts threatening me and hops over. “Why are you even here! Because you like me too, Rainie?”

“And who made a move to start anew? You could’ve just left me hanging wondering what the hell you guys were talking about, and I might’ve just left my mouth shut! Fine! I do like you! Is that so wrong? Illegal?” Tears starts rolling down my cheeks and I bit my lip.

“It is! It’s pathetic. Hopeless… because you know what, Rainie? I hate girls like you. Girls who are so hopeless that they become crazy and become willing to do stupid things!” I sniffed again calming down, sighing. “Pathetic? Hopeless? What did I ever do that was so stupid?”

“You should never have asked! Never have walked by! Never had stopped and watched! You should never have involved yourself in this!” He leans in and starts pointing a finger at me, accusing me of doing so wrong for him. I shook my head looking into his eyes in full blown tears, “I was worried, but maybe being so caring of others made me forget that you guys don’t even need my help. So yes, I’m pathetic and hopeless. Because I cared so much, I did something stupid.” I scoffed and sniffed avoiding his eyes that were just so full of hatred. “You got your own protection, your own back up to hide these scandals. Why should I care, right? I mean, who's there when it comes to me?”

I swallowed the dry air and picked up my things. “Who’s there to protect me, right? I’m a stupid lowly trainee who should just mind their own survival skills out here in the wild. I should never have thought that someone like me would better the situation-- especially a star like you.”

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