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My Future

Scenario Prompt: Evan Buckley writes an anonymous love letter to you because he wants to confess his love. Requested by: Anonymous/Jay

Pairing: Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Warnings: There are a couple kisses towards the end, but that's it!

Word Count: 2.2k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Buck/911 Taglist: @bellarkeselection, @shiftingwh0r3, @rqmanoff, @spuffyfan394, @webreathfandoms

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Walking back to your car, you watched the couple across the street. Hands clasped as they pressed closely together, grins on their face. They were both dressed nicely, surely going out to dinner for Valentines Day.

You felt a soft pang in your chest. You weren't one to feel jealous of people, couples especially, but things changed since you met Buck. There was something lingering between you, but you feared nothing would come of it.

For a moment, today, when Buck came to talk to you, you thought, for just a moment, that he was going to ask you out. He asked what time your shift was up, so you couldn't help but hope. But when it lead to nothing, you couldn't push down the disappointment.

Finally getting back to your apartment, you let out a sigh as you stepped inside. Hearing a soft crinkle underneath your feet, you quickly staggered, looking down at what you stepped on. You frowned when you saw an envelope.

Various thoughts ran through your head. Were you being kicked out? Was it a maintenance warning? A passive aggressive letter from a neighbor?

Picking up the envelope, you pulled out the letter inside. It was typed out instead of handwritten. Glancing at the envelope and bottom of the letter, you saw no name. Anonymous?

You sat at your kitchen counter as you read the letter. Your heart beginning to hammer in your chest the further you got.

- - - - - -

Dear Y/n,

I hate that I feel more confident writing this out that saying it to your face. I thought I would be able to do it, but it turns out I'm a coward when it comes to you. I guess I'm afraid you wont feel the same if I tell you how I feel. And I've never done well with rejection.

You make me more nervous than anyone, sometimes its hard to think, let alone speak when you look at me. I've never been the type to get butterflies in my stomach, but I do when I look at you. When you smile or laugh, especially when you laugh. I think it's my favorite sound, I always find myself trying to make you laugh just so I can hear it.

I feel like a love drunk teenager when I think about you. I wonder where you are, what you're doing, if you're happy. It drives me crazy that I wish I was with you all the time. We spend half of our days together but sometimes it still feels like it's not enough.

We're close, we get along so well, and I always feel like there is something else between us, something pulling us together. I think, or at least, I hope, that you feel it too, but I can't help but fear it's all in my head. I know I'm rambling on about this, but there is so much I want to tell you, so much I'm afraid I might fail to say in person.

Today, I wanted to ask you out, for Valentines Day. To be my Valentine, but the words died on my lips when you looked up at me. And I don't know if I imagined it or not, but I thought you almost seemed disappointed. Finally, I was able to get the confidence to do something, to do this.

I know I haven't said who I am, but I'm pretty sure it's obvious. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything, so please don't think you have to. If you feel the same, or want to hear the words from my own mouth, meet me on the rooftop at 7pm. If you show up, I'll tell you everything I wanted to say but have been too scared too. If you don't show up, I'll know I misunderstood, and I'll never say anything else, and it will stop here.

I hope to see you there, I hope I was right in thinking there is something here. So, until then.

- - - - - - -

Your chest was clenching tightly as anxiety rocketed through you. There was an address written on the bottom of the letter. A building not far from Buck's apartment. You knew it was Buck who wrote the letter, it was obvious.

His words answered every question you had since you met him. Did he have feelings for you? Were you imagining it? Did he know you had feelings for him? Why did he never say anything?

There were so many thoughts rampaging through your mind. Grabbing your bag you headed towards the door, before halting. You looked down at your outfit, realizing it was what you had been wearing all day. Would he mind? Would he expect you to dress up? Was this turn into a date?

Quickly heading into your bedroom, you changed as fast as you could. You chose nice clothes, that weren't too proper before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Quickly glancing at the clock, it read 6:35. Buck's apartment was nearly 30 minutes away, the building ever further. Would you make it on time?

Of course, it being Valentines Day, everyone was out on the road. You tapped your steering wheel in frustration as the cars in front of you crept slowly on.

6:46; you weren't close enough yet. How long would he wait for you? Five minutes? An hour?

6:55; as you drove past Buck's apartment, you looked for his car. You frowned when you couldn't see further into the parking lot.

Your eyes scanned over passing cars, making sure he wouldn't pass you.

7:07; You pulled into the parking lot of the building. Climbing out of the car, you looked up towards the roof. It was a small family owned business. Why was Buck here? Did he know the people who owned it? Was he trespassing?

7:13; you clambered up the fire escape towards the roof. Your nerves were intense as you labored your breathing. You fought fires and ran through collapsing buildings for a living. And yet, you never felt more nervous than you did right now.

As you stepped onto the roof, your eyes scanned the area. Landing on the corner of the building. A large blanket was laid out, small battery operated lanterns lighting the area up. A basket was placed on the edge of the blanket.

Your eyes moved to the edge of the roof. Buck was sitting on the edge of the building, legs hanging off as he stared out at the city.

Walking closer, you paused for a moment, not wanting to startle Buck so much he fell off the roof. You paused, flexing your hands as they sweated.

"Buck?" You spoke softly.

Buck still jumped a little as he turned to look back. You could see the mix of surprise and relief on his face as he saw you. He spun around and stood up. You smiled awkwardly at him as you walked a bit closer.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he smiled at you. A nervous tick you picked up not long after you met.

"Hey! Uh, I wasn't sure you were gonna come." He said softly, chuckling nervously.

"There was a lot of traffic, I'm sorry." You apologized, wondering how nervous he had been when you didn't show up.

"Don't apologize, I get it, that-that's why I was waiting."

You stood in silence for a moment before he chuckled again, "I'm sorry, I'm nervous. You- You make me nervous. In a good way!" He added on a bit louder.

You smiled, "It's alright, I know how it feels." You said softly.

He studied you for a moment, understanding your words. "So I was right? I mean, you- you feel...the same?"

Smiling you nodded your head, "Yeah, Buck. I do."

A wide smile spread across his face, as relief washed over him. He took a few steps closer to you. "I'm sorry I was such a coward, no one has ever effected me like this. It's - it's different."

You smiled shyly at him and nodded lightly. "Yeah I know. I didn't say anything either, so it wasn't just you."

He looked down at his feet, ad then back at you. Then remembering what was behind him he spun around and motioned towards the picnic. "So, what do you think?"

You walked towards the picnic. "It looks great." You smiled, "Ive never had a night-time picnic, especially not one on a rooftop." You turne and looked at him. "Who owns this place anyways?"

He chuckled a little bit, "Uh, yeah, it's that couple that we helped out on a call a week back. They were really nice, and I came to their shop to see how things were going. They wanted to do something for me, and I did refuse at first, but when I had this idea, an no where to do it, I though, maybe they'd be down. And they were, they even helped me set it up."

You smiled as you remembered the couple he must be talking about. You looked back at the set up, he had brought your favorite drink, but you wondered what was in the basket.

"Before we, uh, before we sit-" you turned to Buck, who seemed suddenly nervous. "I wanna, I need to say something, otherwise I might chicken out again."

You nodded at him, encouraging him to continue, as your own heart pumped harshly.

He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. His eyes bored into yours as they held a storm of emotion. Anxiety, fear, determination.

"I didn't just want to ask you on a date. I need you to know, to understand, that I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to go on multiple dates with you, to spend a part of every day with you outside of work. I want to hold you hand, to hold you. I want to comfort you after a hard day. I want all of it, because every time I think about my future, about the things I want, you are always there. I don't just want you to be a part of my future, I want you to be my future."

The more Buck talked, the more passionate his voice became, and the more animated his movement. He finally found his voice and had so much to say that it seemed he couldn't stop.

"I can't imagine not seeing you every day, I can't imagine you not being in my life. I want you to be a bigger part of it, I want- I"

As he began to fumble, desperate for more words to come, the emotion that had been building up in your chest seemed to explode forward. Stepping toward him and leaning up, you grabbed the side of his face and pressed a kiss to his lips.

His hands stilled in the air, as he froze. Realizing what was happening, his hands dropped and found their way to you waist. He leaned into the kiss just as you pulled away. He looked at you with mild surprise, and you smiled at him.

"I want you to be my future too Buck." You spoke softly, your voice just above a whisper.

Buck's lips curled up in a soft smile as he stared into your eyes. You felt his hand grip your waist a little tighter.

"I was talking too much wasn't I?" He said softly, an air of amusement lingering.

A grin spread across your face as a soft giggle erupted. "Maybe a little. But I liked what you were saying."

He chuckled as he pulled you towards him, your chest pressing against his as he stared into your eyes. You placed your hand on his chest and smiled at him.

"I really like you." He said softly as his eyes scanned your face, as if he was trying to memorize this moment.

"I really like you too." You responded.

Leaning down slowly, his eyes locked with yours for a brief moment before he leaned the rest of the way in. His lips connected with yours and the tightness in your chest got worse before suddenly releasing, as your whole body seemed to fill with a tingling sensation. Buck brought his hand up to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled your body flush against his.

After a few moments, you broke the kiss, as you smiled breathlessly at each other. Buck motioned his head a bit towards the picnic area. "Hungry?"

You giggled softly, having forgotten about the picnic he set up. "I could eat."

"Good, because I probably brought way too much." Pulling away from you, he took your hand in his as he led you over to the picnic.

Sitting down, you sat right beside him, your shoulders pressed together. Looking out at the city lights in the near distance, you smiled, your heart pounding joyously in your chest.

You hadn't expected your day to end this well, but you were more than grateful it did. You were excited for what your future would hold, especially knowing it looked a lot like the man sitting next to you.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about the ending, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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city of ours | j.changmin

synopsis: you can never get over the fluttery feelings you get for your boyfriend, ji changmin.

pairing: tbz’s q x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.9k

warning: oops cliche

network(s): @kflixnet

leona was listening to: w.h.u.t by aisha retno

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settling down on the small couch overlooking the city scape, you occasionally took small sips of your warm drink. the wind caressing your cheeks only made you snuggle even further into the blanket huddled over you. the december weather was beginning to drop in temperature, preparing you for winter. the cars speeding by on the streets below ensured a comfortable atmosphere but just for extra relaxation, you had put on your favourite song on the portable speaker beside you.

you had no idea why you decided to sit on the balcony but you felt like it was needed. your colleagues at work hadn’t been that much of a supporting group of people, instead, adding on to the stress that had been building up on your shoulders which resulted in a huge migraine by the end of the week.

from your apartment, you could see the multiple christmas trees scattered around the area from the bright twinkling lights strewn around them. the sights calms you down a little since it gave you a reminder of the break that both you and changmin would be getting. this short break meant everything for you because it finally gave you guys time to spend with one another.

indulging yourself in the scenic view, you suddenly took note of the slight movement you saw from the reflection of the glass railings on the balcony. as soon as you could make out the person approaching you from behind, you broke into a smile, the butterflies in your stomach awakening. you swore you felt the hairs on your arms stand when you saw him returning a cute, lazy smile. even his outfit was screaming boyfriend material.

when he reached your little snuggly space, he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind, peppering your cheek with kisses. you couldn’t help but to nuzzle into him, the warmth of his embrace washing away all your worries in the world. the dumb smile plastered on your face said everything, you were head over heels for him.

pushing up the specs that had rested themselves on his nose, he gladly accepted the seat you offered beside you. “i miss you,” he said, stroking your hand for comfort. you turned to him, mustering up a sad smile, “i know, my changmin, but look at the brighter side, it’s christmas soon, hm?” he only hummed in response and so, you pulled him close, resting your head on his and caressed his back, giving solace.

“oh wow, look at that star,” you were in awe as you started pointing up at it, alerting changmin. he straightened his back up and slided an arm around your shoulder, holding you tightly in his arms as the two of you started to realise that the night sky was packed with a few constellations and many stars, a rare sight to see due to the pollution in the city.

you guys just took a moment to stare at the starry night sky, a peaceful silence engulfing the situation. the roads had begun to quieten down and the hustle bustle of the city died down, leaving the night in stillness. “hey, do you know the name of that constellation?” you asked, gesturing to the one shaped somewhat like the letter ‘k’.

unbeknownst to you, changmin had zero intentions of watching the night sky, his attention instead turned to you. he couldn’t help but to lovingly gaze at you whilst you were so intrigued by the sight. so when you suddenly asked him something, he was caught off-guard. “uh, that one is called.. the.. ‘erethizon’,” he stumbled over his own words, hoping you believed him even just a little.

you immediately started to laugh to yourself, doubling over when you heard his words. “are you serious? erethizon?” you forced out, taking deep breaths in between your unstoppable laughter. “ah, why!” he whined at your reaction. “babe, erethizon is literally a species of porcupine,” you grinned, cupping your hand over your mouth. “s-shut up! i didn’t know what it was, i wanted to sound smart,” he grumbled, sulking to himself, “how do you even know that!” “okay, okay, sorry,” you apologised, swinging your arms around his middle, still laughing into his chest.

you managed to calm both you and changmin down since he too started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. looking up at him from your position, he was already glancing at you like you were his world. “what?” you questioned. “nothing, my y/n,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “i wish we could spend more time with each other like this.”

changmin was right, you guys barely had time to see each other with such busy schedules so even the smallest actions and littlest time you spent together mattered.

in the end, you are his world. and he is yours. no one could compare.

“in this city of ours, i just wanna hold you tight.”

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written in ink | n.jm

genre ➳  historical au (early 19th century), fluff, angst, strangers to loverspairings ➳ professor!jaemin x fem!reader (ningning and karina are mentioned)word count ➳ 15.3k warnings ➳ mentions of alcohol, mental illnesses and disorders info ➳  second installment of batc! surprisingly, this was the one i started writing first, but it took a while to figure out how i wanted to end it. click here to read the other works :)

The oak doors of the Provost’s office are no less intimidating than they were five years ago, towering over any students who find themselves bold enough to meet him.

Even now, Jaemin finds himself swallowing nervously before knocking, even if he is the university equivalent of a teacher’s pet. This meeting would determine everything for his future classes and his research funding. Psychology already had little backing compared to the other departments - Jaemin refused to let it languish away under him.

“Ah. Professor Na. Sit down, please.” The leather armchair is comfortable, and costs much more than the one he has in his office - the benefits of being the Provost reach far and wide, Jaemin supposes, even to the furniture.

“I called you today for something important. As you know, our university has a limited number of scholarships available for the faculty each year.”

Jaemin feels eagerness rise up at the thought of being one of the few professors selected to receive the scholarship in mention, which would provide money - plenty of it. He’s young, though, and the odds are not in his favour when measured up against the eminent figures who have been here for decades.

Still, Jaemin hopes that graduating with first-class honours and being the youngest professor in the history of the university counts for something.

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these two are so oblivious it makes it even cuter when they interact 😭😭

ᥫ᭡ the look of love: a popular trope in movies and shows where one character longingly and lovingly stares at another, hoping they’d notice. but in this case, two idiots are staring with love dripping from their eyes when the other isn’t looking. or in which everyone can see it clearly, but you and sangyeon.

pairing: sangyeon x gn reader, appearances by tbz younghoon and chanhee word count: 6k genre: fluff, idiots/friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight humor, college au warnings: swearing, one college party that involves drinking (not the mc’s tho), movie references, it’s just all fluff. srsly my sangyeoness jumped out and so should yours I’m DEMANDING respect be put on this mans name

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“stop staring,” younghoon whispers. sangyeon’s eyes tear away from you, only to roll them at his friend. 

“am not” he huffs. “I’m just… looking around the library, you know?” 

of course he was looking at you. how could he not when you were smiling so bright like the sun while talking to a friend? your hair fell perfectly in all the right places that allowed him to see the face that has been filling his dreams, both day and night. saying he liked you would be a major understatement. sangyeon is absolutely whipped for you. 

“yeah, sure” younghoon snorts, dropping the pen he was holding onto the table. “nothing like looking around the old, dusty library right? seriously sang, just tell them how you feel! I’m in pain watching you watch them from afar.” clutching his heart dramatically, younghoon pretends to double over in agony which causes sangyeon to crumple up a piece of paper and throw it at him. 

“shut up, hoon” sangyeon retorts. “I can’t just tell them, you know that. and I’m absolutely fine with just admiring them from afar.” sighing, the boy drops his chin in his hands as he holds a soft look in his eyes. from the moment he met you, he knew he was done for. you and sangyeon started out as partners for a two month-long physics project where your days and nights were filled with spending time together. laughter and jokes constantly filled the air to ease the stress of the work you had to do, along with moments of comfort when things just got a little too frustrating. 

thee moment, though, was when you made cups of tea to soothe your souls because coffee was making you both delirious. you had approached him with hot mugs in each of your hands and a cheesy smile on your face. the minute “tea for my cutea” came out of your mouth, it was over for him. 

younghoon watched his friend who had sickeningly sweet honey dripping from his eyes as he stared at you ahead and shook his head slightly. “keep staring like that long enough, sang,” he says. “and they’ll eventually turn their head.”

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ham sandwiches

wc: 0.9k | p: steve harrington x gn!reader | g: fluff, bff2more | w: single steve sadge

It's a pleasant surprise to see Steve Harrington striding into the hardware store with a small, cautious smile, looking almost bashful when his eyes can't seem to meet yours.

"Greetings," You say, leaning forward behind the cashier counter and resting your jaw on your open palm. "Looking for anything?"

"Just a companion," Answers Steve, shrugging as he nonchalantly slides over the flat surface that you'd just wiped— you couldn't care less, anyway— and faces you. He holds up two squares covered in a thin layer of plastic foil, "I brought two sandwiches... by total accident, of course. Thought I'd come 'n give one to you and maybe while I'm here spend some time with you while I'm on my break, hm?"

"Robin wouldn't want it?" You cock a brow up at him, but take the sandwich he'd offered nonetheless. "Nah," The boy brushes off. "Apparently she doesn't like ham."

That's a lie. A big fat lie. Robin loves ham sandwiches, as a matter of fact, but Steve had brought two sandwiches deliberately to spend time with you. It's a win for the both of you, though, because he knows very well you barely have any time to buy a snack for yourself given that you're the only employee working next door to the Family Video Store.

"Oh, thanks then." You beam as you unwrap the foil. Sliding down against the side of the counter, you pat on the floor next to you, emitting a content hum when you take the first bite into the meal and press your knee against his when he settles next to you.

“How’s business lately?” Your question is slightly muffled, courtesy of your mouthful of food, but Steve finds it a little funny and cute when you swipe a few crumbs off the corner of your mouth. “Eh, you know, it’s a normal deserted Monday. Quite the hoard of patrons last Saturday, though,”

You suppress a smile, “The hoard being another chick looking to rent out a movie to watch with a date?”

Your best friend groans, squishing the bread of his sandwich between his clenching fingers as he obnoxiously leans all his body weight against you, “Please, spare me the teasing. Robin is bad enough as it is. I don’t think I can handle yours.”

Truth be told, Steve couldn’t care less about said chicks and their dates. Ever since his epiphany and the lecture both Robin and Dustin had given him after he’d moped on about that date you’d gone out to, it was surprisingly easy to brush off everything else for the sake of doing anything related to you.

“Okay, okay. It’s not like I’d want you dating any other person you come across anyway.” You admit, pulling on a piece of lettuce that won’t seem to break off despite your efforts in bitting. It’s especially covered in the ‘secret sauce’ Steve had made, but you frankly wouldn’t care if any got onto your uniform.

“I don’t ask anyone out, L/N, I guess I’m just-” Steve stammers a little over his words, straining the air out of his throat in hopes that you wouldn’t hear although you sit next to him, leg swung over his as you watch him find the right words. “I guess I’ve just been lonely lately.”

Your lips are pursed a little as you adjust and sit up in your position. “I mean, if you put it that way…”

Steve watches (unintentionally hard) when you’re a little in thought, tapping your half-eaten sandwich against your chin. There are still crumbs on your cheek that you’d failed to scrub off, and he resists the urge to do it for you because god what he’d give to just hold you.

“Being lonely isn’t all that bad,” Your eyes cast up to the ceiling lights of the hardware store that flickers a little. “when you’ve got someone to be lonely with.”

Steve cracks out into a grin— a toothy, content one that only you can give him— and slowly brings up the ends of his fingers to swipe at the crumbed skin of your cheek. Seemingly startled (but not opposing), you turn to look at him, laying your sandwich on top of his that rests on your lap.

“How about this,” Steve’s breath tickles your skin and ignites shivers– good ones, like when you watch and enjoy an intense scene that’s reaching the climax of your favorite movie. “You and me, we’ll be lonely together around my place? Watch a movie? I swear I’ll pick out a good one,”

You chuckle, closing your eyes in pure disbelief that Steve Harrington could be potentially, possibly, probably, perhaps, feasibly be asking you out.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” You say in a nonchalant manner, though your chest beats in a racing pulse as you bring a slightly shaky hand up to take another bite out of that god-sent sandwich from a god-sent boy who’d just asked you out on a god-sent date.

Steve, inexplicably happy, stands up and leans down to take his sandwich from your lap, “I’ll pick you up at 8.” He plants his lips on your forehead, you can feel his smile against it, and releases with the most obnoxious and loud smooch noise you’d ever heard, which earns another chuckle from you.

“Don’t be late,” He says, climbing over the cashier counter.

“I won’t,”

“I’ll see you!”

“Thank you for the ham sandwich, Steve.”

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