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elias-code · 3 years ago

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Two Left Hooves [2/7] - Choice II

Choose your own adventure ~ “What’s Better than Breakfast in Bed?“

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza

Summary: You've asked Techno whether he wants to sleep with you or not, and he makes up some excuse to join you. He cuddles with you into the night, but you're greeted with a nightmare, Dream's voice warns you of something to come, but refuses to specify what. Techno pulls you out of the dream and you sleep undisturbed until he greets you with breakfast in the morning.

Warnings: Cussing, Nightmares

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE INTRO AND CHOSEN YOUR ROUTE, DO SO HERE: INTRO

— The Bird —

"Techno-" I said, kneeling to his level, "What do you want? I mean, you can sleep with me if you want to."

He paused, expecting a quip, but instead, I'd forced him to choose for himself.

"Seeing as you’re already cold, even with the fire..." He clicked his tongue, testing his words, "I want to keep you warm."

Holy shit that's adorable, I thought. Techno never let emotions shine through his words. When I talked to him, I had to constantly read between the lines. His monotone speech was, I supposed, a product of his repressed emotions. Ever since meeting him, I felt like it was my responsibility to dismantle the fortress he’d put around his heart.

"Excuses, excuses," I teased, “but you’re right, I’m gonna freeze without you.” I smiled at him. He let out a small huff, but his expression was unreadable.

"It's not an excuse, it's a reason," he said, turning to me, "They're desperate for me to be at the banquet, but they won't let me go alone, alright? If I let you freeze to death, it wouldn't make for great PR."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, standing up. I offered a hand to him, to help him stand, "Thank you for not killing me so you don't have to go," I whispered.

"No problem, heh," he took my hand and stood, "I'll be back in a bit, alright?"

"Where are you going?"

"Just downstairs, get ready for bed," He said, dodging the question. He let go of my hand and awkwardly pat me on the head, leaving the room.

I didn't know how the ball was going to work out. On the one hand, Techno would go to the banquet and it'd be as awkward as it's always been between us. On the other, I'd manage to tear down his walls and reveal his emotions, changing our relationship forever.

Techno presented himself as untouchable, calling himself 'the blood god,' but I saw him hold back tears when Tommy betrayed him. I saw the destruction his wrath brought upon L'Manburg. He has compassion, but if he bottled them up any longer, there's no telling who he'd become. He couldn't keep letting everything out as anger, or we'd all pay the price.

I dressed for the night, setting his cape on the back of his chair. I chose a simple shirt and pants, the thickest ones I'd brought with me. I was still cold, but I took the opportunity to inspect his room.

He lives in the attic, a small loft with sparse decoration. What little furniture he did have was extravagant and of the highest quality. His desk chair was made of dark oak wood, the velvet red cushion was well worn. The table matched, a knife was stuck in it, too hard for me to pull out. It was dull, probably used to open letters.

His bed was made, probably just before I got there since it was only roughly put together. Next to it, there was a giant bookshelf pushed against the wall. Most of the books were unmarked and dusty, but a few of them were clean, recently put back. The Art of War, Odyssey, and the Iliad were among them. Their spines were worn and multiple bookmarks were sticking out of the top of each.

"Do you read much?" Techno asked, startling me.

"Um, oh," I stuttered, "I don't know where to get books from, so..."

"No?" He reached over and pulled The Art of War out of the bookshelf.

"I live out in the middle of nowhere," I shrugged, "The only thing I read is my mail."

"That's pretty sad," he said matter-of-factly.

"I have plenty of things to occupy my time with, Technoblade," I crossed my arms.

"Mhm," he handed me the book. Its cover was more worn than its spine, the old leather was cracking at the corners. "Take that home with you, I've read it a thousand times. Might come in handy."

"I suppose I can use it to knock intruders out," I flipped it over. It was like a brick in my hand, heavy and hard enough to break a window. "Thanks."

I yawned, realising how late it's gotten. I left my house almost a full twenty-four hours ago and I rode endlessly until I got here. I was exhausted.

I walked over to my pile of stuff and carefully placed the book in my bag. I then took a bit of a running start and jumped onto the bed, landing in a pile of furs and knitted blankets. "Don't wake me up in the morning," I muttered.

Techno came over and sat on the bed next to me. "I'll try not to," He said.

I shuffled under the blankets and shivered. The furs were enough to keep my body heat in, but I wouldn't tell Techno that. I heard him pick the covers up to join me. Soon, I felt his arms wrap around me, his chest to my back.

My cheeks flushed bright pink and I stifled a giggle. The blood god is snuggling with me... This is not what I thought was going to happen when I joined the server. I smiled and put my hand on his, wrapped around my waist. No one was going to believe this ever happened.

--- The Bird's Dream ---

He’s there, he’s right there. I need to go see him, I need to get there before it’s too late. There are so many people in the way, I’m not going to be there in time to dance. Who are all these people? They whisper about him as if they know him, as if they watch his every step and live in his mind. Left and right, they whisper things about me, about him.

“Did you hear, he’s going to the ball!”

“Oh and with that beautiful bird,”

“If only they knew. Tsk.”

Their eyes were unmoving, fixated on me. I shoved my way through the crowd, suddenly falling into the void.

“Did you really think it was going to be that simple? That you’d just seduce him with the snap of your fingers? He’s not a dog, he can’t be trained. He’s a wild animal. He’s unstable, He’ll break your heart, little bird.” Dream's voice boomed, echoing in my mind.

"Who are you?" I tried to yell, but only air came out.

"I'm the one who whitelisted you, the one who trusted you."

"What does that mean?" I was desperate to stop, to wake up, but I was falling infinitely.

"That's not for you to know, Puppet. You're here because I have a job for you, nothing more. You're the only one that can get through to him."

"What- What's my job? Why am I here?"

"You'll know soon enough-"

--- Technoblade ---

I slept soundly until I felt them stir under me. It sounded like they were having a nightmare, they muttered my name. What the hell are they dreaming about? I pulled them closer, brushing my hand through their hair. I wanted to wake them softly, so they'd forget about whatever was just racing through their mind.

They took a deep breath, signalling their waking. I continued to stroke their hair, "You ok, Bird?"

They mumbled an 'ok' and turned to face me, burying their face in my neck. I did the same and took deep breaths for them to follow. Within minutes, they were asleep in my arms. It felt right.

I didn't have the heart to admit it. If I did, I'd just have to tear it all away again, I'd be the one thing I truly hated. I'd be a traitor.

Don't get attached, Techno. We get to break hearts now, not just crush them! If you name this one, you'll regret it. Nothing screams ruin more than you do.

I woke up to birds chirping outside my window. The weather had finally let up, now I could finally get real work done. It took me a couple of seconds to remember the person fast asleep in my arms. A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it.

Carefully, I picked up the covers and snuck out of bed. I wanted to keep my promise not to wake them up, and so I immediately left the room, avoiding the creaky floorboards as I descended the stairs to the kitchen.

I pulled half a dozen eggs out of their box and cracked and cooked them over the fire, adding the occasional spice so it wasn't too bland. I toasted some bread and stuck it all on separate plates. Four eggs for me, two for them. I was two times their size, after all. The image of them laying on my bed flashed in my mind, making me smile. I shook it off. I couldn't get attached any more than I was now.

I pulled myself together and went back upstairs with the food. I put my plate on my desk, pulling the knife out of it and stashing it in my drawer. I walked over to the bed, placing their food on the nightstand. I reached over and gently pat them on the head, slowly waking them.

"Good morning," I whispered.

They opened their eyes and mumbled "G'morn'n,"

"I made you some eggs," I said, still petting their head, "You should eat them while they're hot,"

"Ok," they sat up and I moved back over to my desk, sitting in my chair.

They yawned and stretched, their shirt raising over their waist, exposing their belly button. I looked away and busied myself with my food.

Oh, look at them, they're so cute... so naive... so vulnerable.

I wanted to scream at the voices to shut up. They had been plaguing me ever since Phil suggested I invite them. For some reason, they had a vendetta against the bird. They wanted to see them suffer to, in turn, make me suffer. The voice's presence itself was enough to turn my hair grey, but this added a whole extra layer to my agony.

"Techno?"

"Hmm?" I didn't look up from my food.

"Did you make me breakfast in bed?"

I looked at them, hiding my embarrassment, "You told me not to wake you, but I was hungry, and I thought you'd like some too."

They blushed and shrugged. "You know me so well," they sighed.

"And I thought you'd appreciate the origin of the eggs," I added.

"Oh, and where are they from?" Their mouth was full, making them mumble a bit. They looked a bit scared.

"Well," I leaned towards them in my chair, "They're from The egg."

"Bullshit," they called, stuffing their face with more eggs. Maybe I should have given them more.

I laughed, genuinely, "They're just chicken eggs, I doubt the egg would taste very good,"

We ate and joked like nothing was wrong in the world. They were so good at making me feel at home, but the voices were eager to remind me of my past. I wouldn't let them spoil this. What we had was new to me, and I wouldn't just lay down and take the voices at their word. Gods know they aren't worth their weight.

— Philza —

“Hey, you two…” I creaked open the front door to Techno’s cabin.

The bird smiled at me from the breakfast bar, “Hey Phil, good morning!” They seemed very chipper for having just woken up. Both of them were already dressed in the day’s clothes, excluding overcoats that hung on the hooks by the door.

“Hello, Phil,” Techno nodded at me. His hair was neatly braided and they were both already dressed.

"How was your morning?"

"Techno made me breakfast!" They laughed. That was a surprise, he didn't even cook for me.

"Ooh, nice," I said, "What's better than breakfast in bed, eh?"

"Riches beyond your wildest dreams," Techno chuckled. I guess they were both in a good mood this morning.

“It’s nice to see you, mate,” I said to the bird, wandering over to join them at the breakfast bar. I sat down on a stool next to them, putting the notebook on the counter in front of me. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Ooh, what is it?” They said, sliding the notebook over to them. I reached over and opened it to the page I was referring to.

“The banquet has a dress code, and I’m assuming you don’t have anything that matches it,” Everything they wore was forest green or yellow, sometimes they had black or white clothes, but it was few and far between.

“What’s the dress code?”

“It’s blue, black, white, and gold,” I pointed to two drawings on the page, “I’m thinking either I make you a dress or a tuxedo, or I can mix the two. A tux top with a skirt. What do you think?”

They pressed their lips together, surveying their options. I tried my best to draw them, although they were rough sketches of a fancier design in my head. I could draw buildings and architecture for my blueprints, but flow-y things were not as easy.

/// UNDER CONSTRUCTION, BRRRRR ///

Choose your garment! It only affects the story slightly, I promise! There is no gender attached to them, it just changes how you’ll interact with people :)

Dress

Tux-dress

Tuxedo

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teatimecrumpetsandsugar · 4 years ago

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Hey! :D So, just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I could tell you this very cheesy idea of mine for a Lance x Reader fanfiction (either female or gender neutral pronounces are fine; it's all supposed to play in a modern setting, by the way): So, the reader and Lance are going to the same college, and are sharing a flat. Evertyhing is cool, until Lance realizes that he had developed some geniune feelings for the reader, and screams to Hunk about. After talking for a little while, he comes up with these big romantic plans in order to confess his feelings as cheesy and sweet as possible. However, not everything that you plan will also work out that way. So, instead of being able to confess his feelings in the way he wants to, he instead accidentally confesses his love on a lazy Sunday while they are playing video games. But guess what? The reader doesn't mind one bit because they've been in love with this boy as long as they can remember? Thanks for hopefully taking my requests and have a nice day. :3 (That got longer than I thought it would lmao)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCCHHHH MMMMMMM IMPROMPTU CONFESSIONS MAKE ME SOSSOSOSOSOOSOS HAPPY OFC OFC

Okok before I get too carried awayyy, I just wanna say that I really, really love this request and all the genuine fuzzies that come with it uGh it's so sweet!

As always, if I don't touch upon the prompt correctly or you're dissatisfied, I'd be more than happy to rewrite it! :) Take care, and I hope you enjoy!

Also also, I decided to give the reader she/they pronouns to satisfy both pronoun requests! I hope that's okay! :D

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Typically, on a Saturday morning, Hunk would be up sometime after 11 AM, drinking hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and eating pancakes covered in syrup- sweet things to encourage a sweet day, he'd once told someone happily. Typically, he wouldn't be up before then, and he wouldn't be trying to talk down Lance during that time.

Unfortunately, this is not a typical Saturday morning.

"I'm really, really into her, Hunk! It's not fair that she gets to walk around, being all cute and fun and awesome and I have to be stuck here, pining hopelessly and breaking the one universal rule for having a roommate! There has to be some kind of law against being that cute somewhere!"

Hunk drags a hand down his face, sighing wearily, “Then just talk to her. I still fail to see why you had to call me at 7 AM on a Saturday for this,” He pauses, eyes narrowing skeptically, “Why are you even up at 7 AM on a Saturday?”

“Hunk, I don’t want to mess this up. I think I might actually be... into her.”

There’s a heavy pause as Hunk stares at the phone in disbelief, “Actually into her? Like- Like ‘if she rejected you, you’d cry’ into her?”

Lance lets out a small sad noise at the thought, “Like ‘if they rejected me, I’d lay down on the floor right there and never get up’ into them. I think I might be in love with her, and I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk leans back in surprise, lips parting with uncertainty, “In love?” His tone is laced with trepidation, “That’s... a big word. And a big bundle of feelings I don’t think I can help you unpack this early on my day off.”

Lance lets out an exaggerated whine, “I know! I just- I wanted to-” He pauses, searching for the words, “This is gonna sound really, really, pathetically lame-”

“-Lance, you know I literally couldn’t judge you if I tried-”

“-I wanted to plan out a confession.”

Hunk opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. He genuinely has no words- it’s terrifying to think about Lance being this committed to anything, really.

He tries again, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the words, “That’s... I... Wow,” He laughs a little, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “You’re really serious?”

Lance exhales softly, “I’ve never been this serious about anything in my life.”

Hunk sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “Okay, but just know; if I help you with this, you’re not allowed- literally not allowed- to break her heart within a week.”

Lance scoffs indignantly, “How little do you think of me?”

Hunk raises an eyebrow, fully aware that Lance can’t see him, letting the silence answer for him.

“Fine, fine- I suppose you’re not completely wrong in saying that. Still stings, though.”

/ / \ \

“I’m actually going to slaughter you, Lance! You’re so bad at this, what the heck?” You toss your head back as he dies in the game, cackling in delight, “Come on- that was so easy!”

Lance’s fingers fumble idly with the controls, a non-committal response falling from his lips. He can’t take his eyes off of you, off the way your eyes crinkle at the corners and the way your hair falls into your face. Your slow smile, the way it pulled up languidly the closer you got to winning; the curve of your back as you lean back against the couch.

At the lack of protest from your roommate, you turn and meets his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Your smile slowly falls, gaze completely transfixed on his own as your lips part slightly, drawing his eyes down to them.

He says your name, softly, heart stuttering in his chest at the sudden realization that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“Yeah, Lance?” You reply quietly, slowly drifting closer, “What is it?”

He exhales shortly, chest aching with the fear of rejection, and a flush starts to creep up his throat. He splutters out an attempt at speaking, and you laugh, throwing your head back again and brightening the air in the room in one fell swoop.

For a second, he laments the loss of the moment, but your head comes back down as quick as it went up, face suddenly even closer than it was before as you ask the very question that had been on his mind, “Can I kiss you, Lance?”

He hesitates a moment, remembering the plan he had, but then he looks at the bright smile on your face and realizes there probably won’t ever be a better moment to kiss you for the first time, “Yes.”

You surge forward, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and drawing him into a sweet, innocent kiss. His heart soars, mind racing and drawing to a complete halt all at once as he parts his lips against yours, hands cupping your face reverently.

You taste of what butterflies sound like, lips sweet and slightly chapped against his own, and he can’t quite breathe right, drowning in you yet utterly unwilling to come up for air. You laugh lightly against his lips, causing his own bright laughter to bubble up from his chest- soon, you’re both just a silly mess of laughter, foreheads leaning together gently.

“This was... not according to plan.” You make a soft noise of confusion, and his heart skips a beat at the realization that he just ratted himself out.

He tries to take it back, blushing profusely as he stumbles over his words, but you only laugh, a mischievous smile curling at your lips, “What plan, Lance?”

He purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again. ”Imagine a picnic in the park,” he murmurs against your lips, eyelashes fluttering gently against his cheekbones, “With homemade red velvet cupcakes and hot chocolate thermoses.”

You let your eyes fall shut, imagining the scene he’s painting with his words.

“We go to the playground at sunset, and I push you on the swing so you can touch the last rays of the sun as it falls,” He takes a soft, unsteady breath, and you fall further into the daydream with him, fingers curling around his wrists as he strokes his thumbs across your cheekbones, “At dusk, we start watching the stars, waiting for them to make themselves seen. Then, in the dead of night, when the stars are at their brightest...”

Lance’s voice trails off and your eyes blink open slowly, breaking the trance languidly, “What, Lance?”

He exhales softly, “I finally tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You watch as he holds his breath, heart racing in your chest when his words settle over your mind like a fog, “You’re in love with me,” You repeat softly, and he nods gently.

“You drive me crazy.” You laugh softly, tilting your head up and brushing the tip of your nose against his, “I drive you crazy? I’ve been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember, McClain.”

His eyes snap open in surprise, a delighted hoot parting ways from his lips, “You are? You’re in love with me? You love me? You love-”

He lets out a wet laugh, tears burning his waterline, and you laugh back, “Aw, you crybaby! I do- I love you-”

He kisses you again, cutting you off- he kisses you again and again and again, repeating over and over again that he loves you until you can’t breathe.

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 5 years ago

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Loki x plus size!reader

Loki x reader, Thor x reader (platonic), Natasha x reader (platonic).

Word count: 2.13k

Warnings: none, really? Angst I guess, mention of weight gain, stretch Mark's, cellulite, insecurity, etc.

A/n: Heyo! The reader in the story is shorter than Loki, and has stretch marks, cellulite, and is plus size. If any of these topics trigger or upset you, then please don't read! Also, I kinda made Loki an ass in this, but i really didn't mean to make him that much of a jerk whoops. Anyway, enjoy it! I'm currently writing part 2 of sticky situation, but I'm finding it a bit tricky, I'm sorry for the delay! Hopefully it should be up soon. - Aphrodite :)

(Gifs not mine! Credit to owner :3)

• Asgard was different to earth.

• Growing up, asgardians are taught to love and appreciate their, and other's, bodies. No matter what colour, shape or size, there was never any discrimination or bullying because of a person's body.

• You and Natasha were close friends, so you spent a lot of time around the avengers, often in the avengers tower.

• When you first met Thor, you knew you'd be best friends. You both grew close very quickly, and treated each other like brother and sister.

• After about a year, Thor wanted you to go and see Asgard. You were hesitant, knowing that all asgardians were as skinny and beautiful as models, but Thor really wanted you to come and meet his family. Of course, you said yes.

• When you first got there, you met all of Thor's friends and were shown around. It was only on your second day in the palace when you ran into Loki. Thor told you he had a brother, but you had no idea what he looked like or what his name was; when you bumped into him, you were surprisingly quite cool and collected. You forgot about all of your insecurities and worries as you'd been treated extremely well by other asgardians.

• However, that was not the case with Loki; he had never seen somebody as beautiful and Goddess-like as you. He didn't know what to say, and when he doesn't know what to say he results to sarcasm. He didn't mean to seem cold and cruel, but he couldn't help it.

• "I, um, I don't believe we've met. My name is y/n, I'm here with Thor."

• You stuck your hand out to him, which he did shake, but he seemed bored and uninterested. He looked you up and down, and you suddenly became anxious.

• "A midgardian, I see. Well, I'm the brother of your meat head of a friend. The name's Loki."

• You told him you were pleased to meet him, then left to go and get breakfast with Thor. You found him decently attractive; his dark hair, piercing blue eyes, tall stature. You would've been head over heels if he wasn't as disinterested and arrogant as he was when you met him.

• When you left, he mentally scolded himself for not being more polite. He truly was speechless when he saw you. You were short, your body defined with soft curves yet your stomach protruding outwards a bit more than others. Your arms and legs weren't twigs like the other asgardian women, but were larger and patched with cellulite. He found you beautiful, like a Queen in her true form, yet you found your body disgusting, like a pig mixed with a human.

• Throughout the next couple of days, Loki watched you. While you were talking with Thor, reading in the library, at one of the museums; wherever you were, you always looked so calm and tranquil. However, your mind said otherwise. Yes, Loki could read minds, but invading your thoughts made him feel guilty. Instead, he could sense your emotions, and found that your calm shell hid the raging fire in your mind. He was desperate to know more.

• Whenever Loki was in the room, however, you liked to do the same to him. You'd study his features, watch as he sipped from his golden goblet and intricately turn the pages of his book. You rarely heard him speak, and when he did, it was never to you, but his voice was cold and sharp. His responses were always witty and well thought out, and you were dying to know what was going on inside his mind.

• One night, after dinner, Loki thought it would be a good idea to 'accidentally' lock you out of your room. When you were about to enter your room, you realised it was locked, so you went to find help. Loki was the first person who you found.

• "Excuse me, Loki? I'm kinda locked out of my room, you wouldn't know how to help, would you?"

• You had just come from the great banquet, which he had missed. You wore a long, dark green velvet dress with gold accents, which had a long slit running from your right foot up to your thigh. It proudly showed off your legs, arms, and chest, even revealing a little bit of cleavage. You were scared to wear it, but Thor convinced you that you looked amazing in it.

• Loki helped you back to the room, unlocking it for you. He wore his usual green and gold outfit; perhaps there was a running theme in Asgardian clothes.

• You invited him into your room for a drink before bed, which he happily obliged to, and you thought that this cod be your chance to get to know him better. Luckily, he was thinking the same thing about you.

• "So, y/n. What part of midgard are you from?"

• "Umm, I'm from New York. What's life like on Asgard?" You didn't really want to talk much about yourself, you weren't used to having a lot of attention on you.

• Instead of answering you, Loki stared directly into your eyes for a few moments. A cold sensation grew in your mind, and suddenly you felt yourself remembering your worst memories. The image of your friends calling you fat in school flashed before your eyes. The face of your high school boyfriend after he told you that your stomach was disgusting. The memory of crying while stood in front of a floor length mirror, studying the new stretch marks on your thighs. And countless images of a set of weighing scales, the number increasing slightly each time

• Your vision was blurred as these images repeated over and over in your head, and you began crying. You didn't know what was happening, or where you were, but all you felt was pure sadness washing over your body. Suddenly, the visions stopped, and you were sat back on your bed, with Loki next to you. He looked scared, puzzled, and concerned all at the same time. Thor had warned you that Loki had magical abilities, and mind reading seemed like a fitting power to match his personality. You stood up from your bed and wiped tears from your cheeks. You couldn't stop crying, but your tears turned from ones of sadness to ones of anger.

• "What did you do to me!?"

• You tried to shout, but it got caught in a sob. Instead, your voice cracked, and you sounded similar to a screaming cat.

• Loki didn't reply to you, but he merely looked down, not wanting to meet your gaze. His face had guilt written all over it, and you knew that he saw all of your visions too.

• Without a word, you marched to the door and left. As soon as it closed behind you, you ran down the halls of the palace. You didn't care who saw you, but you needed to get to Thor.

• Once you arrived at his quarters, you didn't even bother knocking on the door before walking in. Thor was sat up in bed, reading a book that you could only guess was written in Asgardian. You were a mess; mascara running down you cheeks, red lipstick smudged at the corner of your lips, eyes and cheeks pink and puffy from crying. You explained everything to him, and he understood what you felt. Although he couldn't really comprehend why you hated your body so much, he understood that you needed to get back home.

• After you cleaned yourself up in his bathroom, you both left back for Earth. You were still wearing your green gown when you arrived back in the avengers tower at 2 in the morning. Thor went to his room after making sure you were okay, and you were left alone in the common area. Sitting down on the grey sofa, you let out a loud sob and began crying again. You made sure you weren't being too loud, as you didn't want to wake up the entire tower, but soon enough Natasha found her way to the living room. You had your head in your hands, so only knew of Nat's presence when she put a warm hand on your bare shoulder.

• As soon as you felt her touch you, you stiffened up and stopped crying. Before looking up at her, you sniffed and wiped at your eyes, trying your best to convince her that you weren't crying. You stood up, and looked up at her. Even with Asgardian golden heels, you were still shorter than everyone.

• "Hey, it's alright." She gave you a sympathetic smile before pulling you in for a hug, and as soon as you both had your arms around each other, you couldn't help but start crying again. She stroked your hair as you cried on her shoulder, and your mind went fuzzy with the typical haze of crying. She guided you to her room and managed to calm you down, and helped you get changed into a pair of her pyjamas. Once you laid down on her bed, you were asleep. Nat didn't sleep much anyway, so she was fine staying up and watching over you.

• When you woke up the next morning, you felt like crap.

• Natasha always buys pyjamas 2 sizes up, to get the cozy oversized feeling. Her pyjamas were the perfect size for you, but you became conscious of how they perfectly fitted your legs and stomach, and how much of your body was on display. Your clock read 7:38 am, so you decided to get up and go to the living area.

• When you got there, Nat was cooking in the kitchen, and Thor was sat and the island. You could already hear them talking quietly as you walked into the room, but they stopped once they saw you. The warm scent of pancakes and syrup lingered in your nose as you walked up to them both. You walked to Thor, who gave you a hug, and then you sat down. Nat squeezed your hand once you were fully sat, and placed a plate in front of you. On the plate was a stack of pancakes that rose to the level of your chin, drizzled in maple syrup.

• "I'm going back to Asgard later to talk to Loki. You never have to go back there, and he's never going to lay a hand on you again."

• You gave Thor a tiny nod and rubbed your forehead. It was more than rude for Loki to enter your mind without permission, but you couldn't get him off your mind. At least he felt bad after doing it, and he must have had a good reason to do so. If only you could turn back time to ask him why.

• Once you ate breakfast, you got dressed. You always kept some clothes there, as you spent more time in the tower than your apartment. You wanted something baggy that didn't show off any of your curves, so you opted for an oversized jumper and a pair of mom jeans. A few of the avengers were off on a mission, which left only Nat, Thor, Bruce and Peter. Peter was at his apartment, and Bruce was still in bed, so it gave you some peace and quiet.

• Thor left for Asgard half an hour later, and Nat had gone downstairs to train, leaving you alone. About an hour went by before you heard a strange noise come from the kitchen.

• You got up from your seat in front of the sofa and turned around before you saw Loki, stood in front of you. He wore an all black suit, which made him look twice as good as he did in Asgard. You wondered how he could be here, when Thor had gone to give him a piece of his mind, but you weren't in the mood to talk to him. Instead, you turned around and plopped yourself back on the sofa, and continued to scroll through Netflix.

• "Listen, y/n". He came and sat next to you on the sofa. "I know what I did was wrong. But when I first saw you, I was speechless. You are so beautiful and look like the Gods sculpted you out of clay and I...I just didn't know how to react."

• You shifted in your seat and turned to look at him. You noticed the sincerity in his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow as if to make him continue.

• "And, when I sensed your emotions all I felt was hate. Last night, I let my emotions get the best of me, and I just had to see what fueled all of that negativity. I...I'm sorry."

• You were both confused and happy at the same time. Sure, you were more than pleased that he had apologised, but he thought you were beautiful? How? You couldn't understand what part of you he liked.

• "If you don't completely hate me, I'd be honoured to maybe get you lunch?"

• You smiled, telling him you'd be happy to. God, how were you going to explain this to Thor?

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Vanilla Rules || Ch 15 (Pjm)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! AU, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 10.1k

Synopsis:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: This was a long long long time overdue! I hope you enjoy it! Also the “dont blame for making you fall” line isn’t a 100% original. I was inspired by something similar I had read like a decade ago in some YA novel and but couldn’t remember what it was so just made my own version of it. So credit to. that book and its author.

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 || Ch 7|| Ch 8 || Ch 9 || Ch 10|| Ch 11 || Ch 12 || Ch 13 || Ch 14

The incessant tapping of the pencil, the ticking of the clock on the wall opposite to you, the flipping of pages, and the sound of typing around you was making your anxiety worse. Worse because Jimin was already doing enough to make you anxious by looking at you from across the table. You didn’t know if he knew you were aware of his eyes surveying your face. It wasn’t the fact that he was looking at you. It was the way he was examining you. Whoever said eyes are the window to the soul was right because his feelings were apparent in his eyes.

It was no secret anymore Jimin liked you. The evidence was all there: first he said it himself, second he got mad when Hoseok kissed you at the soccer game, and then he kissed you. Kissing would be an understatement. It was raw, primal energy that somehow rose from deep inside you, and even though the rational part of your brain was screaming for you to not do it, your body had already taken over.

You could still feel the feeling of his hands on your body. The way his hands were tangled in your hair. The way his skin felt soft, and firm underneath the pads of your fingers. You couldn’t forget how warm you felt, and surge of emotions that washed over you. You remembered how his breaths had fanned your face every time you pulled apart even for a nanosecond.That soft, unnerving sensation he made you feel was still settled into your stomach and etched so deep into your mind you wouldn’t be able to forget it for a long long time. Even as you sat in front of him, your lips still tingled gently with the same tickling feeling that you had felt the night you kissed at Elijah’s party.

You still remembered how he smelt that night: a little bit like beer and soft notes of musk and velvet from his cologne. You remembered his flushed cheeks, and intoxicated eyes which looked at you in a way that made you want to melt into a puddle of goo. He could snap his fingers and you would gladly will yourself out of existence. He tasted of beer and mint as your lips had melted together into kiss after kiss after kiss.

Had you not been interrupted that night you would have gone all the way with him because you had lost all control.

Jimin tapped the table using his knuckles which drew you out of your reverie. Suddenly your body felt really hot. You throat had dried like a piece of parchment and your lungs felt like they were on fire, as if you had just run a marathon.

You cleared your throat and blinked to push away all the thoughts. “What?” your voice came out unexpectedly breathy-- well that was expected but you didn’t think you were going to sound like you had just been shown stars behind your eyes.

Jimin’s eyes squinted as he cocked a sly brow. He licked his lips, eyes flickering to yours before he cleared his throat as well. “Were you thinking about that night?”

You hated how he placed such emphasis on that night. “No!” your eyes widened as you gawked at him. “No way” you coughed suddenly feeling air getting stuck in your throat.

“You’re completely red” he comments, settling back into his chair and leaning against it. Folding his arms across his chest that look was back in his eyes-- the one from that night-- like the world around you could crumble to dust and he wouldn’t blink an eye. He was looking at you in a way every woman in the world would want to be looked at-- as if you were the only thing that mattered and everything else was dust and nothing.

His gaze did not waver as he scrutinized you ; studied you with eyes roaming all across your face.

It took your breath away and you felt absolutely winded. “Why- why” you gulped hard. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Red is a good colour on you” he leaned in.

You shook your head. “Stop talking like that”

“Why? Does it make you nervous?” his lips stretched into a knowing smile, his teeth peeking from behind the little gap. He smiled like he just knew every thought, every feeling you were feeling. Like he could see deep down inside you and knew what makes you tick. Like he knew you in a way that was different from everyone else and he enjoyed it.

“No.” you lowered your eyes back to the book. “Besides, we’re supposed to be studying” you couldn’t look up at him. You couldn’t face him anymore knowing that it was futile. Everything was futile because in this moment, nothing mattered to you. Not the book in front of you, nor the people around you, nor the trees and roads, and mountains. The world couldn’t distract you from your feelings even if it tried.

“I don’t want to study” he answered. Suddenly, his face was blocking your view of the book as he had slid across the table. He was looking up at you, hand cupping his cheeks and a cheeky grin on his face. He was enjoying every single moment of it. You flinched back upon seeing him like that, your back hitting the chair.

“Dude!” you exhaled with a whisper, almost shouting.

“Still red” he announced and lifted himself off the table and settled in his chair, his spine resting against the back.

“You are delusional. I don’t like you” you slammed the textbook so loud people around you looked up from their work. “Sorry” you looked at them sheepishly and apologized with a small nod of the head. He managed to get you so wrapped up that you forgot you were in the library.

“I did not say anything about you liking me” he quirked an eyebrow with interest.

You did not have a comeback so you settled for the next response that came to your head. “Stop it”

Jimin let out a small laugh, and shook his head. “That’s very cute”

“Will you stop for fucks sake? Why are you acting this way” you frowned at him, aware of why he was acting that way but his behavior was so frustrating that you had to ask.

“Because…” he paused, as if for dramatic effect. “I li…” he paused again with the tiniest hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips. He let a few seconds pass before he closed his mouth. “Nothing” he lowered his head with a small shake and a soft chuckle.

“You-you..you” your cheeks grew hotter by the second. “Park Jimin you are the worst person ever” you stood up, grabbed your book and your backpack that was slung haphazardly across the back of the chair.

He did the same as he saw you and quickly gathered his belongings. While he was doing that you took the chance and walked away before he could join you. Because God knows it was the last thing you wanted.You had not even crossed the doors of the library when he fell into step beside you.

“Stop following me” you quipped, looking straight in front of you. Once more you could feel the beating of your heart in your ears as a rhythmic vibration which had become a common occurrence lately in Jimin’s presence.

“I am not following you y/n. I am right beside you, not behind you” he answered in an innocent tone, full well knowing your statement was not literal.

Abruptly stopping in the middle of the hallway, you turned to face him. “I’ll ask you once again. Why are you acting so weirdly?”

“Once again I’ll answer. It’s not weird”

“Ughhh” you sighed and looked heavenward. “Why are you so hell-bent on complicating everything? Why can’t you just let it go”

��Let what go?”

“I can’t let you burn me. I can’t allow you to… to make me feel as if I have no control over anything. So, stop complicating things” you replied curtly.

Jimin scoffed. “You’re actually putting this on me? Do you think I like any of this? I fucking hate it. So don’t tell me I am the one complicating things. Why don’t you grow a spine and face your feelings?”his relaxed demeanour morphing into a more tense manner. He couldn’t understand why you couldn’t see how much he was trying and willing to be someone he was terrified of being. And all because of you. Why couldn’t you understand how absolutely terrified he was. Why could you not see past his facade and know that simple fact.

“Yes! You are. You do things and you say things that.- ” you looked at him with an unflinching gaze and felt a wave of anger overcoming you. “It’s all because of you. We were fine weren’t we? Just the way we were was good. Why did you have to go and ruin things? Why do you have to make me feel as if-” you sighed in frustration because you couldn’t explain to him what he makes you feel.

Everything was so complicated. It was all so frustrating and Jimin acting like nothing was wrong, pissed you off even more. Everything was wrong. You had one unspoken rule in between you and now it was a remnant of the past. It unsettled and unnerved you.

Jimin’s jaw clenched. “Don’t look at me the way you do then. Don’t look at me as if I matter to you. Don’t look at me like I am the only person in the room that you care about. Don’t look me in the eyes for more than a second and then blame me for making you fall”

His words were followed by nothing but the chatter of people passing you by in the hall as both of you stared at each other. What could you possibly say to that? Because you did look at him as if he mattered. You did make the mistake ; not once, or twice. But you did it countless times without even realizing it. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. He could never force your feelings even if he tried. You did it all on your own and now you can’t deal with it.

“W-what?” you gaped at him.

“You still can’t see past your own stubbornness can you?” he snapped, nostrils flaring, chest heaving with effort.

Your eyes widened and you gawked at him in shock, “You’re calling me self-centered?”

“You are! That’s all you are. From the beginning to now. Do you have any clue how hard it was for me to say what I told you? I mean for fucks sake I was prepared to hate you for the rest of my life. The minuscule possibility of anything other than that was not even a concern for me because I was never going to allow myself to feel anything else. But…” his chest heaved with effort and he swallowed hard.

“But, what?”

“But all you can think about is yourself y/n. We are nothing but fools for you! You let me kiss you and I thought it meant something” he gulped, trying to make the tightness in his throat go away.

“It-” you started

“Don’t fucking try to deny that you didn’t feel anything. But then you let Hoseok kiss you and didn’t even hesitate. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What am I supposed to think? You’ve played both me and Hoseok for fools.”

“Are you serious right now? What the fuck do you mean I played you both like fools!” your voice rose to a shout.

Jimin’s nostrils flared and he scowled at you. “You know exactly what I mean!”. You noticed his eyes getting glossy, and a shine overcoming them.

“Well fuck you then. We’re done here” your voice shook but you swallowed the growing tightness in your throat.

“I think that would be best. Make up for you fucking mind y/n” his tone lowered and he shook his head.

“Don’t you dare say that to me Park Jimin” you stepped towards him. “Don’t you fucking dare. Who the fuck was it that brought Bethany to the party. Do you think I am stupid? Don’t put all this on me because you can’t deal with your feelings” your voice quivered once more, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from letting out a sob you had been trying to choke back.

He took a step towards you. “Tell me that on the day you figure out how to deal with your feelings” Jimin’s lip quivered.

“You spoiled everything Jimin! I wish I had never met you. I wish I had never kissed you because it was the single worst mistake of my life.” you spat harshly. Finally the tears fell slowly.

Jimin’s expression faltered as the frown from his face disappeared. “I wish I had never met you either” he replied through clenched teeth and the tears he had been trying to hold back slid down his cheeks.

It broke your heart.

It broke his heart.

Turning away from each other you went your separate ways.

///

Your whole room was a pile of tissues and nothing else. Your nose was dry and it hurt to even touch it but the tears wouldn’t stop falling. You felt restless. There was a weird itch somewhere deep inside you which made it unable for you to focus. You couldn’t sit, nor stand. You couldn’t sleep or eat. Even when you tried to talk, you couldn’t get more than a single word out because you just felt so angry.

Your whole body felt as if it was on edge. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. If you sat down, you wanted to stand. If you stood you wanted to lie. If you laid down, you wanted to walk around. If even for a second you felt drowsy, your stomach would tighten and all intent and desire to sleep would vanish. You did not know what to do with your hands, or the rest of your body. You really wanted to punch something. Maybe even break a few plates and cups, or scream at the top of your lungs until you lose your voice.

Grabbing the pillow next to you, you held it against against your face and screamed.

“I hate you Park Jimin. I fucking hate you so much” you pulled the pillow away and sighed, hoping that with one breath all the tiredness, pain and suffering would end. But that is not how it works. Unfortunately.

“Stupid fucking feelings” you muttered cradling your head in your hands.

Self-blaming was a specialty of yours so naturally, you blamed a part of it on yourself because you shouldn’t even have talked to him. After that night at the party where you kissed him, you should have just distanced yourself. But you didn’t. You hated that you allowed yourself to feel something and couldn’t back off.

How in the world could he think you were playing him and Hoseok? How was it so easy for him to put everything on you, as if he hadn’t complicated things on his end?

The door to your room opened and Taehyung peeked his head inside. “Oh y/n” he sighed at your disheveled state. Opening the door wider he entered your room.

“Why do you guys fight when you can’t handle the aftermath?” he shook his head as he approached you.

“What?” you sniffled, wiping your nose with a tissue you picked up from the box next to you.

“I just met Jimin” Taehyung sat down beside you, against the headboard of your bed.

Even after everything, a small part of you wanted to ask how he was doing. Why was it that despite being hurt a tiny part of you still felt compelled to look after his well being?

“He’s the same” Taehyung turned to look at you. “If not worse”

“I don’t care” you croaked. “He deserves to be” you felt contempt, and a lot of it.

“I heard what happened” Taehyung stated with a soft voice.

You felt his eyes on you, but refrained from making eye contact. What could he do? How could he possibly fix it? Hell, you didn’t even want anything fixed. At this point you wanted Park Jimin to be a distant memory.

“I’ve never seen him cry you know?” Taehyung stared at you silently.

“Are you trying to advocate for him right now?” you scoffed, feeling disappointed.

“No!” Taehyung raised his hands in the air. “Not at all. He said something he shouldn’t have said. I get it. You’re angry at him. You have every right to be. But to be fair to both of you, it has been confusing. Neither of you know how to deal with your feelings”

“I have no feelings towards him. I hate that guy” you bit through your teeth.

Taehyung’s lips pressed into a thin line and his nose scrunched. “Right now he kinda hates you too”

“Good. Because that’s how it’s supposed to be” you replied without hesitation.

You heard Taehyung sighing next to you. “You have both put me in a very awkward position”

“Trust me Tae. The position you are in is way better than the one I am in. It fucking sucks” you cradled your head in your hands.

“I know y/n. I am sorry” he gently patted your back.

“I don’t know what to do. I just want to slap Jimin. Honestly. He’s fucked everything up. Again. I can’t do this anymore. It’s not like I wanted any of it to happen. I was perfectly fucking content hating him. But no. He just had to go and ruin it. He’s ruined everything” you felt the tears welling up in you eyes again and tried to blink them away.

“Just listening to you is making me feel frustrated” Taehyung chuckled softly. “If you like each other, then just forget everything else”

“I don’t like him! besides after what he said to me, I am never going to feel anything for him ever again. The fact that I did feel something is a tragedy in and of itself”

“It’s not that easy, bunny. This is your anger talking. Not you. We can’t control our feelings anymore than we can control our lives” his lips curved into a small sympathetic smile.

Fuck feelings” you choked. “Fuck everything” you wiped your eyes using the back of your hand.

Taehyung studied you silently and then he forced himself to lighten his expression with a smile. He hated seeing you sad and didn’t want to dwell on the same topic for too long knowing it would only add to your frustration.“But not ice cream!” he exclaimed with excitement as the smile stretched across his lips and reached his eyes, making the corners crinkle.

“What?”

“You’re sad and Jimin is sad. So naturally I feel sad too because two of my closest friends are hurt. So, lets just wallow in our misery and throw a pity-party” he pushed himself off the floor and stood up. Reaching out a hand towards you, he waited in silence.

You looked up at him and felt thankful. For the first time in two days, your body felt lighter. Just seeing your best friend smile was enough to give you energy. So you slide your hand into his and he helped you up.

///

You and Taehyung spent hours sitting on the couch and eating all the junk food items you could find. Sure, it felt gross and you were nauseated but there was a sense of satisfaction. You looked around and noticed there were so many tubs of ice cream, chocolate wrappers, cans of soda and wondered for a second how you managed to eat half of all that.

Taehyung was still eating ice cream next to you. You grinned looking at him. “Thank you Tae”

“Hmm? What?” he slowly turned his gaze away from the TV and towards you.

“I said thank you”

“Of course” Taehyung put down the tub of ice cream and grabbed you in a headlock and ruffled your hair but not without planting a kiss on your head.

“Let go!” you slapped at his arm that was wrapped around your neck.

“I love you, you crazy girl” Tae ruffled your hair once more before letting you go.

“I wish I could say the same” you replied in a raspy voice followed by a cough.

Taehyung laughed. “You’re crazy”

It was silent as you both settled back and watch Star Wars, giving your complete attention to the movie. Chick flicks are a thing of the past. Now-a-days you get over your sadness by watching action movies. It’s mostly for cathartic reasons. If you can’t actually hurt the person who hurt you, then the least you can do is see other’s fight and vicariously live through it.

Even though you were watching Star Wars, your mind was still restless. It was definitely better than before because your body didn’t feel on edge, but your mind was still stuck in the same rut.

You know what I mean!

You could still hear Jimin’s voice in your head. The way he looked at you, the way he let himself be vulnerable enough to let a few tears slide down his face. All of it makes you feel irritated. Somehow he managed to make you feel guilty. So, how can you trust a guy like that? How can you feel anything for someone who doesn’t even show you a shred of respect and thinks you are playing him.

Will you ever be able to explain to him your feelings?

“Stop thinking” Taehyung’s voice drew you out of reverie.

“What?” your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“If you’re just gonna think about him, then talk to him”

“I am never going to talk to him again Tae. I don’t even want to see his face” your nose screwed up in irritation.

“Well that’s going to be tough” Taehyung retorted, not exactly making you feel better.

“Ughhh.. Don’t remind me” you propped your feet on the sofa and brought your knees to your chest.

Just then your phone rang.

Your brows creased and you looked at Taehyung. You showed him your phone and his expression changed to one of confusion as well as he raised his crinkled eyebrows.

“Why is Jungkook calling you?” he questioned

“Like I would know” you replied and placed the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

At first all you heard were sighs and grunts. The sound of heavy breathing filtered through and you wondered if he pocket dialed you while working out.

“Bro” you heard Jungkook say through the other end.

“Kookie?”

“Oh- uh hey y/n” he sighed heavily. “Sorry. Jimin is fucked up right now”

“What did he do?” you questioned

“Uhh..” Jeongguk sighed once more. “He got drunk and then he got into a fight. Someone called the police-”

“Police?” you shot up from your seat, heart racing in your chest.

“It’s alright. I got him out” Jeongguk replied calmly. “The only problem is he won’t go home unless you come”

“Me?” your heart quickened once more because lord knows you didn’t even want to see Jimin.

“Yeah. We’re outside the police station. He’s still drunk and half asleep yet he keeps asking for you. Please come down here. I am about to lose my mind and I might end up hitting him because he’s being annoying as fuck. Please” Jungkook pleads.

You shake your head as if he could see you from the other side of the phone. “I can’t Jeongguk”

“Please y/n” the desperation was evident in his voice. “As much as I want to I can’t leave him here. Please. If not for him, then for me. I need your help”

“Jeongguk” you sighed. After a moment of deliberation you agreed. “Okay. Text me where you are”

Hanging up you turned to Taehyung. “You really meant it when you said Jimin wasn’t doing well”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung eyed you curiously.

“Well your friend got drunk, got into a fight, got hauled to the police station. Don’t worry Jeongguk got him out” you replied noticing Taehyung was about to speak.

“Okay…”

“Problem is your friend, won’t leave unless I go there. Jeongguk is seriously desperate. I am going there to help him” you explained to Taehyung who squinted his eyes at you.

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure you’re going there to help Kookie?”

“Definitely” you nodded, making sure to look Taehyung in the eyes so he doesn’t think you are lying or conflicted. “I am pissed off at Park Jimin. I am not going there for him and honestly at this point I don’t really care for him. I am just going to help Jeongguk because he sounded exceptionally desperate over the phone”

Taehyung nodded slowly but he didn’t look convinced.

///

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked Jeongguk, while looking at Jimin who was nodding off.

“He��s drunk, asleep and injured. But he kept asking for you a while back when he was still awake. Something about how he shouldn’t have been so mean” Jeongguk lips pressed into a thin line in what you assumed to be a sympathetic smile. “But thank you for coming”

“Of course. I would help you out anytime, any day” the corners of your mouth lifted into a smile.

“Do you mind grabbing his other arm?” Jeongguk grunted as he grabbed Jimin’s arm and helped his stand up.

You hesitated for a moment. Biting your lip you nodded your head. “S-s-sure”

You reached for Jimin’s arm but right then the image of the you tangled withhim, his lips on yours, his hands traversing all over your body flashed in your mind. Instantly,your fingers curled into your palm just as you were about to touch him. Gulping away the tightness in your throat, you grasped Jimin’s arm and steadied him on his feet. With Jimin secured between you and Jeongguk you began walking.

The sounds of your shuffling feet against the rough gravel, and the whistling of wind through surrounding trees was all that could be heard as you and Jeongguk stayed mum. Every now and then you could feel him glancing at you and somehow you just knew that he knew about your fight with Jimin.

At one point you both ended up looking at each other at the same time and then awkwardly looking away with nervous laughter.

“I am sorry y/n” he spoke softly, adjusting Jimin’s arm around the back of his shoulders.

“Why?”

“Because I know how hard it must be for you coming here and having to see him” he motioned his head at Jimin who was mumbling something that you couldn’t care less about.

“Thank you for saying that” you offered him a tight lipped smile.

“He was wrong to say what he said to you” Jeongguk continued and you wished he would drop it because being reminded of it left pangs of pain in your chest.

“Yeah he was and I am glad you see it that way too”

“Having said that, he’s also sorry. You didn’t see him y/n” Jeongguk peaked at you from behind Jimin’s head. “He was devastated if nothing more.I found him at the gym punching away at a sandbag until his knuckles bled. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen” Jeongguk paused.

Somehow you were having trouble imagining a vulnerable Jimin.

“Then despite me threatening to punch him out he went to a bar, got drunk and got into a fight with some dudes over a parking spot. He didn’t even fucking drive to the damn bar and he knew what he was doing. Because when I tried to stop him, he told me he deserves to be hit” you glanced at Jimin’s hand which was hanging off your shoulder. It was bruised and blue.

You didn’t know what to think or say because it sounded so unlike Jimin.

“He doesn’t know how to express his feelings. He’s never been good at it. When he doesn’t know how to deal with something, he lashes out and says things he doesn’t mean”

“I am pretty sure he meant it” you looked at Jeongguk straight faced because you did believe he meant it.

Jeongguk shook his head. “I’ve known him longer than you. He didn’t”

“Fine. Let’s say he didn’t. That doesn’t make it hurt any less”

“I know this doesn’t make you feel better but I just wanted you to know that he did feel bad. Despite everything he has done in the past and now, he’s a good guy” Jeongguk pressed his lips together in a half-hearted smile.

“Not to me” you whispered, his words bringing back the pang of disappointment and hurt in your chest. “Just out of curiosity, why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I know that if Jimin was conscious he would say the same thing to you”

You didn’t say anything but concentrated on supporting Jimin because you were starting to feel tired as all three of you stumbled. Thankfully, you didn’t have to walk far enough because his apartment was nearby. Jeongguk punched in the code for Jimin’s apartment and the door opened. You carried him through the elevator and up to the seventh floor.

You didn’t have much time nor interest to look around his apartment. Jeongguk laid him down on the couch and ran off somewhere leaving the two of you alone.

“Do you want water?” you heard Jeongguk calling.

“No! I am good. Thank you!” you yelled back. You noticed that Jimin was nodding off again and couldn’t help but notice the gash on his forehead, his split lip, and bruises around his eye.

Just how much is going to mess things up for himself?

The shuffling of feet against the marble floor alerted you that Jeongguk was coming so you quickly looked away from Jimin and slide your hands in your jacket pockets. He sat Jimin up and flicked some water on his face which made him perk up a bit.

“Drink this” he put the rim of a glass containing some kind of green juice to his lips.

Jimin flinched as the liquid touched his mouth. You stood and watched as he gulped it down and by the end he was coughing. Jeongguk patted his back. “Good man” hethen left again leaving you alone with Jimin, who was in a groggy state and still reeling from the taste of whatever Jeongguk gave him.

As if he realized someone was standing over him he looked up. “Y/n?” he croaked, massaging his throat.

“I am leaving!” you called to Jeongguk. But he didn’t respond so you took that as your cue to leave and turned on your heels and headed towards the front door.

“Wait!” you heard Jimin.

“I have nothing to say to you” you didn’t turn around.

“ I am sorry” he said. He didn’t even sound sorry in the least bit.

You turned around. “Say that to me when you really mean it” you scoffed.

Jimin didn’t respond. He just looked at you and hung his head low. “I didn’t mean what I said”

“Yes you did”

He sighed and folded his arms across his chest. “I know you think I did. But I didn’t. I was just pissed”

You chuckled bitterly. “Don’t talk to me about pissed, man. Let’s not talk about it. We’ll end up arguing again. I can’t deal with any more. It’s too much”

“Yeah” he whispered. “Me too”.

“Good. Because I don’t want to talk right now” you replied shortly.

You gave a curt nod, and made good on your word to leave because the universe knows that you want nothing from Jimin. Not even an apology.

///

Jimin hadn’t come to any classes for the past three days. A sense of relief washed over you the first day you did not see him. But sure enough his fan club wasn’t very pleased with him not showing up.

“Where is he?” one of the girls in first year whined to her friends and they all responded with solemn expressions.

You rolled your eyes as you walked by them. Not having him around made the tight knot in your stomach and throat go away. It finally felt like you could breathe. You were still very angry at him, and you were thankful that he wasn’t there because another argument would be guaranteed if he showed up.

On the first day after your fight you went about your life, trying to erase every trace of Park Jimin from your life. You stayed away from the gym because it would remind you of him. You stayed away from the basketball court and actively took measures to avoid running into any of his teammates. You avoided the library because you spent time with him there and it was the last place you wanted to be because just thinking about it brought memories of the argument back. You even skipped going to Monet’s with Taehyung because that is where you first realized this complicated thing called “feelings” between you and Jimin. You also skipped going to the soccer field to cheer on Hoseok for a friendly game with a rival college because it also reminded you of Jimin.

On the second day of Jimin’s absence you spent most of your time in the student lounge studying and working on assignments. You ended up making friends with an exchange student and showed him around town. It was a perfect day, away from college, away from people who were associated with Jimin. You went to karaoke with your new friend Jaden, and had a blast belting out one song after another. Following the past few stressful months, this was the release you needed. Your body felt so light, and you could feel the endorphins having a positive effect because you felt a surge of energy and happiness.

The third day brought about a whole day of classes devoid of Jimin which was perfect because you had no distractions. For once in months, you could finally concentrate on your lectures and managed to understand whatever was being taught. That felt like such a huge accomplishment that the rest of the day you had a skip to your step, and a huge smile on your face. Not to mention you ended up acing the in class quiz after the lecture which also helped elevate your mood. After having one failure in your life after another, one drama after another, doing well on a quiz provided you with a sense of self-satisfaction which you realized you had forgotten the feeling of.

“Wow, you’ve got a glow” Yoongi offered you his usual gummy smile.

“I aced the quiz and I finally after months was able to attend a lecture properly with full focus” you returned his smile and sat down across him on the cafeteria table.

“Good for you!” he nodded. “Listen, Valentine's day is coming up-”

“Ughhh. No. Whatever you are about to ask me, my answer is no” you shook your head vigorously. It was such a pointless occasion, you still couldn’t understand why half the world obsessed over it.

“Chill. We were thinking of hosting a spring dance but a Valentines’ day theme and I wanted to ask if you would be kind enough to grab the decorations from the old art studio. Also, I wanted to know if you would come to the dance”

“Fine” you sighed.

“So you’ll come?” Yoongi looked at you with anticipation

“I meant fine that I will get you the docrations. But, no. I won’t come. No offense but I have a very different opinion about this “holiday” compared to other people. So, no”

“I am not a fan either but we haven’t had a fun event in the months after that camping trip we took. Kind of feels dry so one of the student council members suggested we do this to bring up everyone’s spirits” Yoongi eyed you.

“Yeah” you shrugged. “Do it. But don’t count on me. I am going to stay home and relax” you stretched your arms in front of yourself, feeling the tiredness finally leaving you.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “So much for school spirit”

“I don’t have any” you replied coolly.

///

The fourth day, Park Jimin showed up which was announced by the screams of first year girls. Your heart sank into your chest as you watched him approach your direction. You clutched the book tighter around your chest, knuckles turning white around the binding. Your eyes met, and no matter how much you wanted to look away you couldn’t. The closer he came, you noticed the small cut on the corner of his upper lip, and a small gash on his forehead partly hidden by his fringe, looked better than the day he got into the fight.

He didn’t take his eyes off you either. You gulped, noticing the quickening beat of your heart. Despite everything, that weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, under your skin was back. You had hoped it would have gone away but it didn’t as the moment you saw Jimin you started feeling it again. Your throat constricted once more, which happens when you are about to cry. Your stomach twisted, and your breathing fastened.

He was still coming towards you and you were frozen. As if your feet had been stuck with glue to the floor. The urgency to move grew within the pit of your stomach but your legs wouldn’t move. Jimin was close.

Move

Just at the right moment you felt a tug to your arm and found yourself looking at Hoseok. You glanced towards Jimin’s direction from the corner of your eyes and noticed him looking at you and Hoseok.

“Hi Hoseok” you smiled.

“Long time no see” his cheeks blushed a slight pink colour.

“Yeah” you avert your gaze down to the floor for a moment and then looked up at him.

“How have you been?” you question offering a small smile.

“Busy. I’ve got to start preparing for the upcoming season so I am just headed to practice” the corners of his mouth upturned into a bright grin.

“No rest for you huh!” you teased. “Well, I won’t keep you from it. Good luck and don’t stress too much about it”

“Thanks” Hoseok smiled and held out his arms towards you.

You blinked for a second before realizing he was leaning in for a hug. You let his arms enclose around you and with your free arm patted his back. He tightly squeezed you and lifted you off your feet, immediately making you giggle. He gently set you down and pulled back. “I’ll see you around”

“See you. Have fun at practice” you nodded and then he pivoted on his heels and strolled away past the crowd of students, and behind Jimin.

He was still standing at the same spot and he had seen everything. It didn’t matter but you knew it couldn’t mean anything good given past experiences. You let yourself look at him for one more moment before turning the opposite way and vanishing behind the group of first year girls who were whispering, and squealing.

It shouldn’t have affected you. Seeing him should have been a normal occurrence-- the way you notice other people around you and forget about them-- that’s how it should have been with Jimin. But it wasn’t. It was so much more than that. Before your mind could even react your body had taken over and you felt everything all over again.

All sense of relief had been washed away the moment you saw him. Your stomach felt tight, and you were sure you were going to lose your appetite again. You did not like it one bit-- the way he was looking at you and Hoseok and you wondered if he would get into another fight with him.

“Deep breaths” you mumbled to yourself. “Deep breaths” the thought in itself was enough to provoke anxiety.

You turned a corner and entered the old art studio to look for the decorations that Yoongi had asked you to. You were thankful that for at least a little bit you would have something to distract you.

The moment you opened the door a gust of dusty wind greeted you, immediately making you cough. The entire studio was filled with old canvases, and boxes containing decorations labeled with different events in the past. Stepping in further you tried to find the light switch, but even as you flicked it up and down the lights did not turn on. So, you opened the door wider to let sunlight filter into the dim room.

Cautiously, you stepped over a bunch of canvases that had toppled over and made your way to the back of the room which was lined with giant boxes. Scanning through all the rows you found the two labeled “VD” which you assumed meant Valentines day. Standing on your tiptoes you reached an arm up to grab the box which happened to be on the top row.

Geez. Thanks universe

Groaning and grunting with effort, you tried to extend your arm further but it wouldn’t reach. Looking around you surveyed your surroundings for some kind of a step stool, or even a stable enough box you could step on. But alas, as your luck would have it, there is nothing you can use. Not even a ladder.

“Just one more fucking thing that won’t go right” you sighed and looked heavenward, silently praying to the man upstaird for some help.

And help he did send. Just not in the form of something useful like a ladder.

“Y/n?”

The familiar voice tugged at your heart, which sank deep into the depths of your stomach as you felt your gut twisting into knots once more.

“Jimin?” your eyes widened in horror as you whispered to yourself without looking back at him because the whole frickin universe knows you don’t want to. Why is he even here?

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

You heard his footsteps coming closer and had half a mind to run past him, but that would only have been possible if you could clearly see. But there was just enough light to illuminate vague shapes in the darkness. It was a guarantee that if you tried you would trip over something and that would bring its own unnecessary embarrassment.

You sighed heavily before turning to face him.

“I could ask you the same” you rolled your eyes, hardly able to believe your fate. But then again everything that has happened so far wasn’t exactly the definition of stellar.

“Yoongi told me to get decorations for some spring dance or something” he stepped further into the room,blocking the single ray of light coming in through the door and all you could see of him was a dark outline of his body.

“What? He told me to do that?” your nose scrunched in confusion. “I swear if you are pulling some kind of stunt on me, there is plenty in here that I can kill you with” you threatened as you retreated deeper into the room, accidentally stepping over something hard. Stupid Park Jimin was blocking the light and you didn’t want to say anything because the less you spoke to him the better it would be for both of you.

“Why would I do that?” you could hear the outrage in his voice.

“Oh I don’t know” you paused. “Maybe because you have a history of trying to make my life a living hell” Despite that though, something felt off.

You heard him sigh. He didn’t say anything and you felt glad for it.

Shaking your head you turned d to face the myriad of boxes staring back at you, two of which were waiting to be taken out so you could deliver them to Yoongi. Although you tried once before, you tried again to reach up to the box but only managed to get your finger tips scratching against the box. It wasn’t enough height to actually grip it.

“You’ll hurt yourself” you heard Jimin behind you.

“I’ll do it. So leave. I don’t want to talk to you” you strained as you spoke still trying to reach for the box.

Thud

You flinched and turned back around to find that the door had been shut behind Jimin.

“Shit!” you ran for the door, shoving Jimin out of your way and almost knocking him over. “No!” you shook the door as hard as you could to try and open it, but it wouldn’t open. “Hey! We’re in here!!” you yelled as you pounded at the door. “Open it!”

“It’s pointless. It was Yoongi” Jimin’s statement makes you give up.

And then it made sense to you. Of course it was Yoongi. But it wasn’t just Yoongi. It was Taehyung and Jeongguk too. You could see Taehyung’s name written all over this. They knew about your fight with Jimin. He would obviously have told Jeongguk, and Taehyung would have informed Yoongi-- because why not your life is a damn drama anyway.

“Fucking idiots” you groaned as you tried to pry open the door once more by violently pulling at the door handle.

“Save your breath” you heard Jimin and your immediate reaction was to roll your eyes.

You were half expecting him to apologize to you by now-- but you should have known better. It’s Jimin, and you should know by now to not have any expectations from him at all. Yet knowing that, you still somehow ended up with expectations. Jimin could never be the man you wanted him to be yet there you were agonizing over him and how you felt about everything.

Despite everything, the nervous knots in your stomach still lingered behind the anger that was starting to boil over. Your heart somehow still managed to beat frantically against your desperate wishes for it to not. In spite of the frustration, you still felt unnerved, and completely helpless without control over your own mind and body. It served to add to your agitation because what could be more pathetic than feeling all these emotions because of someone you were adamant on hating, yet unable to do so?

You hated how much control Jimin had over you and yet none at all at the same time. He was right. It wasn’t his fault you felt all these feelings when you were the one who looked at him and built expectations in your head. He never forced you, never asked you to worry for him. Yet you did. So how could you blame him and not yourself when a part of it was of your making?

A long exasperated sigh left your mouth and as you slid against the floor and fell on your butt.

It was absolutely dark in the room. Whatever light had been coming in was blocked by the closed door. You closed your eyes and rested your head against it, bringing your knees to your chest and just waiting, no clue for what. It was not like you were magically going to get whisked away from the room and away from Jimin although that would have been a very welcome occurrence.

Then you felt a flash of light causing you to open your eyes.You noticed Jimin had turned on the flashlight from his phone and was walking towards you. There was nowhere else to run towards so you stayed where you were.

He mirrored your posture and collapsed next to you, leaning against the door as well.

Neither of you spoke, and you both actively avoided looking at each other. You fiddled with your hands while Jimin tapped his foot on the ground. From the corner of your eyes you could see him biting his nails.

As if the room wasn’t stuffy enough already, now you were stuck with Jimin and every breath you took seemed to get stuck in your throat. But this was not anything new because feeling suffocated around Jimin was like an occupational hazard. His foot tapping was starting to drive you nuts because it forced you to focus on him and that was the last thing you wanted to do. Not that you could have focused on anything else even if he weren’t sending you a reminder of his presence.

“Stop it!” you snapped, slapping his knee.

Immediately he stops but not without sending you a glare. “What the hell?”

You sighed. “Just shut up”

“I wasn’t the one that started it” he responded shortly.

“Fine. I’ll end it then. Let’s not talk” you shook your head. “Unless you will apologize” you mumbled under your breath but not too quietly because you did want him to hear it.

“How the fuck are we supposed to get out of here if we don’t talk about it?” he turned to face you, his profile illuminated by soft light.

“I am going to call Yoongi, and tell him that we talked it out and we’re good because I am 99% sure they pulled this stunt because they wanted us to talk about whatever happened” you pulled out your phone and were in the midst of dialling Yoongi’s number when Jimin grasped your wrist and pushed your hand down to prevent you from calling.

“But we haven’t talked”

“They don’t need to know it. Just put on those awesome acting skills of yours to use and we’ll pretend we’re good” you wrested your wrist out of his grasp.

“Stubborn as always, Jesus” he shook his head and sighed in what sounded like disappointment.

It worked it gaining your attention because you put your phone away. “Do you really think I want to talk to you after you basically implied I am some kind of two timing slut?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Jimin immediately defends himself.

“Sounded exactly like that” you squinted your eyes at him and glared.

“It wasn’t” he matched your gaze.

But he still did not apologize.

“Wow. You just can’t admit you are wrong can you?” the anger you were feeling bubbled over in your voice

“Fine! I shouldn’t have said that. I was wrong!” he throws his hands in the air.

“Great! Thanks. That totally sounds like a sincere apology” you stood up and dusted your jeans. You dialled Yoongi’s phone once again.

“Y/n” came Yoongi’s voice.

“Get us out of here” you said curtly, losing patience by the second.

“Did you guys talk?” he questioned sounding thoroughly unconvinced.

“We did. He apologized. I forgave him. We’re good and please don’t expect anything else”

“I know better than that with you two” he chuckled. “Fine we’re on our way”

You hung up. Great. There is more waiting around yet. Jimin was still sitting on the ground with his head between his knees. You glanced down at him and couldn’t help but roll your eyes. How could he not be sincere about it? Your hand clenched into a fist the more you dwelled on it and you raised it in the air to hit him when he lifted his head. You quickly put your hand by your side, planted your face against the door and pretended as if you were looking outside.

He stood up, dusted his clothes off. “Y/n-’

“Nope” you craned your neck further against the door as if it would help. The only thing that would do was give you a neck cramp.

“Fine. Fuck it” he snapped.

Your brows creased in confusion at his reaction and you turned to face him. “Seriously?” you scoffed. “How can you-”

The door opened and gust of wind blew through your hair.

“Ah there you guys are” Yoongi appeared in your line of sight as you blinked multiple times to adjust to the light. “Still alive” he chuckled.

“Can’t say the same for you” you slapped him on the arm. Hard.

“Ow!” he rubbed the spot where you hit him.

“Yay! You didn’t kill each other” Taehyung stepped out from behind Yoongi, offering you an awkward smile.

“I am going to kill you” you glared at him and he averted his gaze.Jeongguk peeked in from behind the other door and offered a sheepish smile. “You too” you glared at him and he too looked away.

You shoved past all three of them, hearing small groans and mumbles of complaints as you left.

///

After the incident with Jimin and you being locked in the same room, you decided it was best to go home and rest. You did not have any other classes, and besides you felt too angry to want to talk to Yoongi, Jeongguk, and Taehyung. How could they do you like that? Taehyung especially knew how you felt about it, so how could he even think that you would be okay with something like that?

You knew the moment your eyes started growing heavy, you had been pushed past your limit. So, after multiple sleepless nights you let the drowsiness engulf you and drown you in a deep sleep.

A loud obnoxious knock on the door awoke you from your peaceful nap. Finally after so many days you had no afternoon class because the professor was sick and Taehyung also wasn’t home. But it seemed even a few hours of peace were not in your kismet. You stretched your arms over your head and groggily stood up, dragging your feet towards the door.

You opened the it in your half asleep state and- “Jimin?”

You were awake. Completely alert and awake.

He shoved past you and inside.

“What the-” you followed behind him. “I didn’t say you could come in”

He was already sitting on the couch. “I know. Sit” he motioned to the spot next to him.

“Why are you here?” you folded your arms defensively

“To apologize” he sighed. “Sit” he said sternly, not removing his gaze from you.

You didn’t want to give in so you dug your heels into the ground and stared back with a blank expression.

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Always so fucking stubborn”. He looked up at you again. “Sit down”

“Doesn’t seem to me that you are here to apologize” you snapped tapping your foot on the ground.

“Not until you sit down” he insisted. “Look. I am not here to fight or pick an argument with you. So please sit down”

You regarded him in silence. He was just staring at you with conviction in his eyes. His gaze was unflinching.

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

4 seconds

“Oh for fucks sake, sit down y/n” Jimin yelled making you flinch.

“Stop yelling!” you matched the loudness of his voice after composing yourself. “And no, I don’t want to sit. I don’t want to talk about anything” you turned on your heels and headed towards the door. You turned the handle and just as you were about to open the door, it shut with a loud thud making you flinch.

You felt a tug at your arm.

“What are you doing!?” you pressed hard against his chest using your palms, but he did not budge. “Let me go!” you yelled just as his hands enclosed around your wrists and he pinned you against the door. He was holding your wrists against his chest as he pressed you further against the door.

It was too close for comfort.

“No. I won’t. You have to listen to me”

“I don’t want to” you tried to wrest your hands from his grasp but his hands only tightened around your wrists in response. “Jimin, it’s hurting”

“Good. Because I am hurting too. Why the fuck wont you just listen to me?!” he snapped.

“Because!” you yelled. “Because I know what it will lead to and I don’t want that to come” your vision grew misty because of tears.

“Why!” he pulled you towards himself, your hands still pressed against his chest.

“I don’t know. I am just scared. I am terrified of this Jimin. Don’t you see?” you swallowed hard to choke back a sob.

“Yeah. Like it’s so easy for me right?” his eyes searched yours for any kind of indication that you understood. “You do not understand how frustrating this is for me”

“I don’t understand? I can’t do anything Jimin! I can’t even sleep. I feel suffocated all the time and there is this tightness in my stomach that I am always trying to get rid of. Are you happy that you have created a mess out of me?” you glared at him feeling the heat rising in your body.

He scoffed. “I have never met anyone in my life who could destroy me so gently in the way that you have. I meant it when I said I was prepared to hate you forever. I was. I never thought I could feel anything other than dislike for you. But something changed. I know you don’t like talking about this but hear me out” he said when he noticed you were going to speak. He let go of your wrists and leaned in while placing both his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you between himself and the door.

“These past few months have been the most frustrating, agonizing, and painful months of my life. I didn’t want my feelings to change. God knows, I tried. I tried so hard to make them go away. I tried to distract myself with girls to get away from my feelings. I know you are aware of why I brought Bethany to the party. Y/n, you have to know how unbearably difficult this is for me.I am absolutely terrified every time I am around you” he chuckled to himself.

“Right now, I can’t even breathe because you are in front of me. My heart is going crazy in here” he pointed to his chest, eyes never wavering away from yours. “All I can hear are the vibrations of my heart beating so loud that I feel like I’ll have a heart attack. I am barely able to hear myself. You do something to me. Every single time I am near you, I just forget who and what I am supposed to be”

“Jimin-”

“No” he shook his head. “I need you to know this. You and Hoseok, I don’t know what your dynamic is. I don’t know what you feel for him. It makes me jealous seeing you with him because I know what he feels for you” he cleared his throat because his voice quivered. “And because I know what he feels for you, I am terrified”

“Why?” you asked, despite not wanting to interrupt him because you needed to understand this part of him if you ever wanted to truly understand the depth and complexity of his feelings.

“Because I don’t want you to like him. Because he’s a better man than I am and a hundred times more deserving of you. Because I know you will be happier with him. Because at the end of the day I know you could do better than me. But the saddest part is I can’t do better than you and I know it. There’s you and then there’s nothing” he paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

“It’s incredibly selfish of me to want you. I’ve spent my whole life trying to get rid of the empty feeling inside of me. Most of the fucked up things I have done in my life; booze, smoking, mindless sex-- it’s all because I had never truly felt anything. But then you happened and all of a sudden I felt the whole fucking spectrum of emotions. This isn’t an excuse for my past behaviour in any way. But it’s true” he bit his lip and let go of your wrists.

Dumfounded, all you could do was stare at him. “I-I didn’t know…” you trailed off unable to find the right words to say. Every single word of his hit you like a ton of bricks. You never thought he was capable of feeling so much because he always put on his don’t-give-a-shit- act on.

He laughed softly. “You couldn’t have. I suck at showing my feelings. I don’t know what to do with myself when I am around you. I guess that’s why I do stupid shit”

Silence followed Jimin’s words as both of you avoided looking at each other. Being this vulnerable with each other was not exactly something you were comfortable with.

“I am not playing you or Hoseok for fools” you said in a quiet tone which made Jimin look up at you.

“Y/n-”

“No. Let me finish. I don’t know what I feel for you. But Hoseok is just a friend. I don’t have any feelings for him. Yes he’s a very nice guy, but he’s not the right one for me because if he was I would already like him. But I don’t. Not in that sense. Being around you is suffocating for me too. You-” you chuckle to yourself. “You make me feel things no one has before. The night we kissed, I had never felt that way before. But whatever this is between us, it won’t work” you shake your head.

“You’re right. It won’t because you have already made up your mind. I am sick of trying to be better so that I can feel like I deserve you. But you won’t even give me a chance”

“What would change if I did? Hmm?”

“Everything” he whispered, his eyes conveying desperation that you were feeling too.

“What then?” you shrugged.

He looked at you, trying his best to understand what you were feeling. But he couldn’t.

“What are you scared of?”

“You” you whispered. “ How do I trust you? How do I trust that you won’t hurt me?”

“I won’t” his hands moved from beside you, to cup your cheeks. “I won’t” he whispered as he left a feather light peck on your forehead. You eyes closed instinctively, and your hands clenched into fists beside you.

He pulled back to look at you. “It’s always been about you y/n. All of it”

You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Then prove it to me”

“I promise I will” he replied.

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zabrak-show · 4 years ago

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Blood of the Sith

Summary:

Kudra Deschain is a young pilot working for a trade company out of Coruscant. Her next trade route to Mustafar, ends up being a fiery life changing revelation to the dark side of the force, where she meets Maul, a Sith apprentice to Darth Sidious.

Notes:

This is pre phantom menace, by like maybe a couple years. I had fun writing this, but it's just for fun so hopefully no one takes this too seriously and gets mad at me for depicting Maul in a way they don't like, or not having some other random spec incorrect. I wanted to show a softer side to Maul. Probably NSFW, but there's nothing that graphic as I am a secret prude.

A huge thank you to my fiance for helping me out with some of the technical aspects as well as the story writing. And thank you to all my friends who have not only put up with me talking about my dumb Maul story for the past few months while I slowly chipped away at it, but encouraged me to continue. Sorry it’s such a slow burn, please hang in there I swear Maul shows up soon lol!!

7 chapters all together. 12.7k words (total for all 7 chapters combined)

Chapter 1

The metal floor plates quietly vibrated as the YT-1000 entered the Coruscant atmosphere. The pilots were a young woman with pale skin and long black hair, and a young male twi’lek with orange skin. They wore similar black jumpsuits and even seated at the helm it was obvious the twi’lek would tower over the woman.

“So Kudra, what are you planning to get yourself into now that we’re back from that mess?” The twi’lek asked with a smirk.

“Mess?” She replied, dodging the question, “I had everything under control the whole time.”

A green and gold astromech droid wheeled in to beep his counter and the twi’lek laughed and asked, “Your droid really loves to call you out. Why do you still keep that old thing around?”

Kudra busied herself with checking all the landing sensors and grumbled back, “That droid has proven useful on every run we’ve done. Plus, I like her sarcastic attitude.” She was cautious to not make it obvious the droid was her only friend and constant in her life the last 10 years.

“Have you set up the meeting then with Krass? After we land I won’t have much time to…”

“Yes Kudra,” The twi’lek cut her off and she shot an icy glare his way, “Krass will be ready and waiting for us so you can go off on your secret missions or whatever it is you do.”

Kudra sat in silence while they came into the landing bay. Why did he always get so mad she didn’t want to hang out with the team after a job? They just spent 2 weeks on this crusty cargo ship together. They both deserved to do whatever they wanted on their own.

As promised, Krass was there waiting for them, once they got off their ship. He was a tall weequay with leathery brown skin and knotted blonde hair. He always tried to look higher class than he was, which made him look tacky in Kudra’s opinion. He wore his usual worn out and dated long red leather coat with tarnished brass buttons and knee high black boots over canvas pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb on the landing bay amongst the muted flight suits of most everyone else.

Krass and the twi’lek discussed unloading the cargo and routine maintenance with the landing crew while Kudra checked in on L0-K1.

“Make sure these maintenance droids don’t mess anything up while I’m gone.” She said as she stooped down to wipe grease from the droid’s arm. L0 beeped and wheeled away.

Kudra stood in the back against the wall of Krass’ small, now crowded office. The whole team was probably over 40 people, but he only held the meetings for pilots, engineers, and copilots so 13 of them all together. A low hum of conversations between everyone enveloped the room until Krass spoke up to start the meeting. The room quieted and he gave his usual fanfare speech while explaining everyone’s next jobs. A sinking feeling hit Kudra in the gut as she realized her name hadn’t been called. She could not afford any time off right now, and as far as she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong lately. As it seemed like the meeting was wrapping up, Krass remembered her, “Ah yes Kudra, I haven’t forgotten you. You’ll be taking the Z95 to the outer rim for a small but important job.”

Kudra nodded her head, “Yes, Sir.”

Slowly, everyone filed out of the room and Krass caught her arm as she neared the door.

“Listen,I know you just got back, but if you can leave right away, it’d be a huge help. I’d consider your ship, the YT1000, paid in full after the job got done. If you do it right of course.” He finished sternly now forcibly grabbing the top of her shoulder.

“Sure,” Kudra responded coolly, “I can leave as soon as the ship’s ready. What’s the mission?”

He loosened his grip, “Top secret.” he stared into her green eyes as if to search for a reason he might be wrong about sending her on this mission, finally removing his hand from her shoulder and looking away.

“You’ll be going to Mustafar to trade with a mining collective there. In and out, easy peasy. It’s hotter than blazes there and not like some desert planet. It’s covered in lava so pick up some protective clothing, ‘fore you head out. I’ve already deposited more than enough credits for ya to prepare. Any questions?”

Kudra thought for a moment, “Naw, just load the information onto L0 about which landing bay to aim for and who the point of contact will be. Thanks for trusting me captain, I won’t let you down.” The weequay sprung to life suddenly and patted Kudra so hard on her back it made her cough. “Enjoy your night and I’ll let you know when the ship’s ready.”

Kudra pulled the covers up around her, pulling it off the naked sleeping man next to her in bed. She quietly packed her bags and got dressed. She debated on waking him up, and tripped over an Alderaanian wine bottle, spinning it across the floor and making a loud clank against a metal chair leg. Well, I guess that’ll wake him, she figured. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was really quite handsome, dark brown skin and curly brown hair with scruffy facial hair like he’d forgotten to shave.

“Hi gorgeous, are you leaving already?” he looked up at her from the bed.

“Yes,” Kudra responded plainly. “Apologies for waking you.” She started to pick up his clothes to hand him and he grabbed her for a kiss, causing her to lose her balance and fall into him, kissing him deeply and forgetting herself for a moment.

“I’m sorry” she said, pulling away, “this was fun. I do need to get going though.”

“Right,” he shrugged her off and got dressed in awkward silence.

Kudra made it to the ship bay just in time. Krass was waiting with L0.

“Ok, you’re all set with coordinates.”

“Great, thanks Krass,” she started to crawl up the boarding ladder.

“Kudra, wait.” She stopped and turned her head toward him.

“I didn’t mention it earlier, but” he paused to look around them as he handed her a small black velvet pouch, “this is very important and very secretive. Never take it off your person, until you meet your point of contact. It’s worth your very life.” He stuffed the bag in her hand and didn’t let go for a moment.

“So what, is this the actual cargo?” she looked at him skeptically.

“You could say that. Don’t let it into the wrong hands. It’s imperative it gets to our contact person.” he shook his hand holding hers and the pouch.

“Ok, I’ll make sure your old “friend” gets their prize.” she joked with a wink.

“Please, Kudra. This isn’t a joke. No funny business with the clientele this time. You won’t always have someone like me to get you out of your lovelorn messes.”

Kudra’s cheeks burned red hot and her heart raced. How dare he treat her like this, like some mischievous star crossed lover. She covered the anger up with her voice keeping it as cool sounding as she could, “Of course. In and out, business as usual.” She turned to crawl back up the ladder, and Krass was still standing there and yelled after her, “No. NOT business as usual! Professional this time please!” Kudra kept climbing, “Yup you got it Captain. You know I always get the job done one way or another.” She and L0 boarded the Z95 at last. She tied the bag to her belt and got ready for take off.

“What’s the worst that could happen, L0?” she asked the droid as they exited the Coruscant atmosphere. L0 responded, likely with an actual answer to the worst things that could happen and Kudra laughed.

After about an hour into their journey, Kudra remembered the weird encounter with Krass before they left. She opened the pouch to see what was so important inside. L0, beeped her opposition.

“Chill out, L0, I’m just seeing what it is that is so important. I’ll put them right back in the pouch.” She dumped the pouch contents into her palm. Two pyramid shaped, black and gold objects fell into her hand. She noticed there was some type of inscription on the sides of the pyramids. Somehow they felt heavier outside of the bag than inside of it.

“Wow, what do you think these are? Some kind of puzzle?” she asked L0 and the droid screeched a response.

“Ha ha yeah, I suppose my life should be worth more than a couple puzzles.” She slipped them back into the bag and tied it to her waist again.

“Alright, L0, we’re getting close. Narrow in on our coordinates before we get out of hyperspace.”

Kudra tied her long black hair back, revealing a portion of her head shaved and a tattoo of a convor. The ship came out of hyperspace near Mustafar, but in the middle of an electrical storm. The ship controls went erratic and every sensor that could beep started beeping.

“Woah, L0 what the hell is going on? I can barely get into a landing pattern.” Kudra weaved in and out with the barely working steering controls, trying to avoid the erratic lightning happening all around them.

“Why does this shit only ever happen in the outer rim?!” She was desperately trying everything as they started to enter the atmosphere, “L0 please fix our navigation plot, I can’t see anything!” L0 chirped, but the ship was struck by lightning, flickering their main power and everything went dark, the controls went dead.

“That can’t be good! I’ve gotta land L0, find me something to land on, find a way to SLOW us down.” Another lightning strike on the ship and power flickered on for a moment. Enough for Kudra to take some controls and slow the ship down. Everything happened so fast and she was doing everything not to panic and to just focus to try and find any type of solution. She had to use all her strength to try and guide the ship with what little power they had. All Kudra could see was lava. “Is there anything NOT lava on this dumb planet??” she screamed and L0 screamed back at her. She found a landing, but they were coming in way too hot. It was the best they could hope for, so she made the descent.

The initial impact onto the scorched ground completely obliterated one of the wings and most of the rest of the ship was torn up beyond recognition. They were sliding and spinning out of control until finally a bed of lava stopped the ship. What was left of the back of the ship was up in flames as the lava ate away at them. No time to think other than “escape” Kudra began kicking the canopy to try and free both of them. She was running on pure adrenaline as she could feel the ship slipping further and further into the lava, the flames getting hotter and hotter. It started to feel hopeless, so Kudra took a moment to focus every part of her on getting out of the burning ship. A deep breath in, eyes shut, and a strong kick thrusted the canopy off the ship and Kudra jumped out and fell onto the burnt ground. L0 flew out after her with a shriek and an ungraceful tumble next to her sounding like an empty can.

“Woah, L0, you look like shit.” Kudra coughed out, while starting to stand. L0 wheezed a response

“I know, I feel like shit too. Thankfully I have these ugly threads to keep me cool.” she looked down at the black and dark green thick formless robes draped over herself and then back at the ship melting and burning into the lava pool as she lowered her goggles over her eyes. The reality hit her again, and she realized how bad this was. The ship was gone. They were in the middle of nowhere on a lava covered planet. The ship let out a final death rattle as the lava engulfed it entirely and Kudra fell to her knees. Well, this was maybe the worst that could happen.

They started walking, with no real apparent plan other than to maybe find somewhere that wasn’t covered in lava.

“Do we even know how to get to the mining collective from here? What was the contact person’s name?”

L0 chirped the answer.

“Ok, I am choosing to ignore the distance we are from them, but Uane’s the name so we got that.” Kudra sighed deeply. She was too exhausted to keep up any sort of positive charade.

“We need to get out of this heat. Let’s see if we can find a cave over in those cliffs.” Kudra pointed off into the distance a series of cliffs that normally probably wouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes to walk to, but in this heat it was hard to say.

L0 beeped conversationally.

“Listen, I realize if I had taken Krass up on his original offer years ago, I’d be unhappily married but with a ship. And not here. That much I realize. What’s your point?”

Another prodding chirp from L0.

“Settle down? With Krass? Are you out of your mind? I do just fine on my own without looking after some useless old person all the time. This heat is really melting your brain, L0.”

L0 continued prodding Kudra with past mistakes she had made. Kudra wished she could punch a droid and have it do anything other than hurt her own hand.

“L0, what is your deal? We’ve been over this. Why are you always bringing up that deal on Corellia? The whole thing worked out a lot better, actually BECAUSE of me.”

L0 whirred in disbelief.

“Yes I stabbed Crix Harend! As you’ll remember he attacked me. At the time, I had no idea that was his wife in my bed.”

The droid buzzed on about this Correllian from Kudra’s past.

“I actually don’t think Crix ever found out about me and his brother. Anyway that was so long ago. Why can’t you let it go? We still managed to trade our cargo with them in the end.”

L0 wasn’t letting it go and starting to get on Kudra’s last nerve.

“Yes, because I slept with Crix too. What is with you right now?” She screamed at the droid.

They walked on and on in mostly silence now as Kudra was mad at L0 and also too exhausted and shell shocked to make commentary. As thankful as she was to have been warned about the heat and having the right clothing for this planet, something told her they weren’t meant for all day frolicking in the lush lava fields.

Mustafar felt like hell. Every breath was fire on Kudra’s lungs, every step reminded her of all the pain, mostly physical, but her mental game wasn’t so strong right now either. She trudged on and on, L0 whirring quietly behind her. At last, they found a cave to hide in. It wound pretty far back through some tunnels, but that was good. The further in they went the cooler and darker it got. L0 lit up the cave with a small flashlight attachment as Kudra made a makeshift pillow and blanket with her capes and passed out.

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inkstainedfanfics · 6 years ago

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Refusing Fate: A Soulmate AU Series

Summary: In a world where everyone sees black and white until they touch their soulmate, Newt Scamander lives in shades of grey. Though his family and friends that have met their soulmates swear the universe knows best, Newt thinks he’s found himself his own soulmate, someone he loves more than anyone fate could destine for him, and he’s determined to ensure nothing comes between you and him. But destiny is persistent, and Newt’s never faced a challenge quite like this.

Word Count: 2,026

This is a collaborative series between myself and @fantasticnewtimagines. We will be alternating who writes chapters. If you would like to join the tag list for the series, let me ( @inkstainedfanfics ) know via ask box or the messaging system.

Newt Scamander never wants to meet his soulmate.

He cannot explain it in a way others understand. Even as those around him begin to classify books, potions, robes by color, Newt finds himself shying further and further from the touch of others. It’s only you he wants to hold in his arms, dares to pass a book to with his hand lest someone’s finger brush his and he finds what Theseus means when he describes the world in such foreign terms. Cerulean blues, crimson reds, and velvet greens sound grand, but Newt is more than fine with black and white if it means always having you by his side. You’re his best friend, the one person he loves as much as he does. He will do nothing to endanger that.

Which is why he leans alone against the bridge, looking out over the valley below, letting the calls of birds chittering in the rafters above drown the low rumble of excited students in the nearby courtyard. The sound doesn’t bother him much; they’re all exchanging promises to write one another and shouting about final grades, both things Newt doesn’t need to worry about now. Even Theseus remains far from Newt’s mind. He’s likely with Leta, after all, holding hands in the courtyard and swearing to write her every day now that she’s graduated and out of Hogwarts with Theseus. The ridiculous thing is that he actually will.

Newt, though, worries about none of that as he surveys the grounds stretching out below him. He has far greater worries.

“Newt?” Comes a voice, soft, laced with the slightest hint of worry.

He does not beat back the smile that comes. “You’re not with the others?”

Your own smile widens, and the birds above screech as you pass under their nests, hurrying to Newt’s side. “I thought I might find you here.”

“As if there was any question.”

“No,” you say, and the smell of fresh grass surrounds him as you lean against the bridge next to him, “there wasn’t. You’ve always been predictable like that.”

Newt can feel his cheeks heat, tinging a darker grey under his freckles when your eyes fall on him for a moment. It was here, in this exact spot, that he’d met you 7 years earlier. It seems long ago, now, since you’re both graduating. But spending your final hour at Hogwarts in the place you’d spent hours nestled together over the years seems right.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask.

Newt presses his lips together, considering. He could tell you, right now, right here, but it seems wrong. With so much time before the Express approaches, he doesn’t dare saying anything now, not until he’s sure. Or, at least, until his hands quit sweating.

So, instead of saying something like Oh, nothing, I just think I’ve been in love with you these past 7 years, Newt shrugs and shoves his hands deep in his pockets, stepping away from the opening and leaning a shoulder against the wall. “Just thinking about that time you dropped my essay and quills over the edge.”

“It wasn’t my fault, you know,” you counter, though a smile plays on your lips. “You’re the genius that left them on the ledge.”

“I didn’t expect you to try to toss them off. Didn’t realize the top grade in potions meant that much to you.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile is full now, and Newt’s stomach flips at the sight. “I did get it, in the end.”

“Through sabotage.”

“I blame the wind.”

“The wind doesn’t sweep a bundle of quills into the air, and it certainly doesn’t cause them to fall straight down.”

You tap your fingers against your chin, a sure sign of embarrassment. “I still blame the wind.”

“Whatever you say,” Newt murmurs, and once again, that urge grips him to suddenly lean in and kiss you. It’d been so long now that he’d been resisting the urge. The better part of the past 2 years, he thinks, if the first time was truly when you’d been tapping your chin the way you are now, head tilted, grey eyes staring at the ceiling as you considered whether Polyjuice Potion could be mixed with pumpkin juice to better the flavor (The Consensus: No).

You’d been sitting next to him, head against the bridge’s stone wall, shoulder near enough to brush Newt’s, and, without explanation, Newt had suddenly had the urge to kiss you then and there when you tilted your head.

He’d shaken it off, told himself it was a silly thing, but over the course of the next month, it happened more and more, and Newt had to admit to himself that perhaps there was more to this friendship than he’d expected.

“Hey, Fido,” you say, voice teasing as you drag out the nickname you’d stuck him with when you’d learned his full name. Fido? That’s amazing. Though he’d protested, you’d insisted on it, though he’d managed to wear the name down to only being used when it was just the two of you around. “Are you listening?”

“Sorry,” he says, feeling breathless. The words bunch up on his tongue, and he thinks he might just blurt it out now, might just say I love you more than I ever thought possible, and I never want to meet my soulmate if it isn’t you.

“Sure you are.” You sigh and sit down, patting the spot next to you. Newt lets a beat pass before he sits. “Nervous about something?” You ask, an eyebrow raised.

Yes. I think I love you, and I’m worried you don’t feel the same. Newt forces a smile, though he cannot meet your eyes. “No.”

“What about the end of school? Of our Hogwarts dates? You aren’t going to miss those?” You don’t look at him as you ask, electing to pick at a stray stitch in your old robes instead.

Newt’s heart skips once at the word date. If only, he thinks, they had been. If only he hadn’t spent these past 2 years burying his feelings. “And having to replace 3 ink pots a year?”

You look up at him under your lashes. “Still not my fault.”

“How do you explain that away? There’s no wind in the Great Hall.”

You lean your head against the stone, but with your head tilted, you end up nearer to Newt than before. Thankfully, you don’t notice the blush crossing the bridge of his nose as you tuck your knees against your chest. “Karma.”

He laughs softly. “For what?”

You peer up at him, studying his expression for a moment before returning your gaze to your robe’s frayed edge. “For tripping me when we were walking to Transfiguration.”

“Just because you fancied Dumbledore—”

“Oh, don’t start on that again.”

“—doesn’t mean you should hold that against me,” Newt finishes, undaunted by your interruption.

“I never fancied Dumbledore.”

“You did, though.”

“Did not.”

“All this year.”

“Whatever,” you say, scowling at your shoes now. Newt cannot help it. He laughs at the sight. Your scowl’s never failed to amuse him, not when it means your forehead wrinkles between your eyebrows and your pout looks like a child’s.

“Oh, now you’re laughing at me, Fido?”

This would normally sober him, but sitting here, with you, before everything changes, does nothing but make his smile grow.

“What?” You ask, irritable now. You hate being laughed at like this.

Newt’s smile widens, and he shakes his head.

“What? Come on, you can’t just laugh at me. That’s not fair. Not when I know for a fact that you—”

Whatever you’re about to say is cut off as Newt says, “I think I love you.”

Your scowl twists, transforms into confusion as Newt blinks, surprised by himself. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, face burning now.

“What?” You say again, quieter, staring at him.

He stares back at you, heart frozen in his chest, but then your brow furrows again, and Newt sucks in a breath. He refuses to let this moment pass, to lose you. And though he’d hoped for a better time, for something more memorable, he’s already blurted it out.

So, terrifying as it may be, Newt stumbles forward.

“I don’t know where I’m going from here,” he holds your confused gaze, his breath catching in his throat, but he plunges on. If there is anyone he can speak openly with, it’s you. “But wherever it is, I’d like for you to be there. With me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Well, of course we’ll be together, Newt. We’re best friends, remember? I love you too.” You bump his knee with your hand.

“No,” he says, then, “No,” again, urgently. The rumble of classmates has faded, the sound lessening as the two of you spoke, and now Newt realizes how little time he has left to make you understand. It looms over him, hurrying him. “I mean, as something, something else. Something more.” Then, shyly, “If you’d like, of course.”

A warm breeze swirls over your heads as you stare at him, processing his words, understanding just what exactly he meant when he said he loves you.

And Newt waits, patient despite his terror.

“You’ll miss out on colors,” you finally manage, words breathless, “and love. The kind of love they write stories about.”

Newt shakes his head, reaches out, then drops his hand. He doesn’t want to take your hand if this isn’t what you’d like, but he finds it all the more important to make you understand. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about any of that. “Some people go their whole lives without seeing color.”

“And the love?” You ask. The words are quiet.

“I have you. And you, you’re more than enough. I think I love you. Just give me a chance to prove it.”

“I know,” he says, when you stare at him blankly, “that we aren’t soulmates. That, somehow, we aren’t meant to be together, but I don’t care about that. I don’t. I care about you, I do, so much more than any of that.”

You blow a burst of air between your lips, the sound loud in the sudden quiet of the bridge. The birds still chirp above, but Newt no longer notices them. Only you as you start laughing. “You sure picked quite the time to ask a person out, Fido.”

He swallows at the nickname.

“To be fair,” you say, “spending my life surrounded by the creatures you’re sure to encounter does sound like fun.”

His heart pounds. “So?”

“I will only agree to follow you around the world on your sure-to-be-boring adventures, if,” you pause, a cocky smile falling into place, and Newt thinks he’s going to melt right then and there, “you promise to never joke about me fancying Dumbledore ever again.”

Newt falters, a choked laugh managing to make its way out. “Well, I can’t really say I can promise that.”

“Sorry, then. I’m not interested.”

“You sure?”

You stare across the bridge, lost in thought for a moment, and Newt simply looks on, waiting for you to come back to him. You always do.

And, finally, after a long moment, you do.

You reach out, your hand finding his. “No. Of course not.”

Newt’s heart slams in his chest, and joy weaves around his ribs like vines. He cannot hide his growing smile, not that he would want to. “So, is that a yes?”

You tip your head back, eyes shutting, a smile resting on your lips. “Was there ever really any question about it?”

Newt doesn’t respond to this, doesn’t need to.

He merely smiles down at your locked hands, his heart pounding wildly away. Soon, he knows, Theseus will hunt him down. Soon, he will be on his way to the Hogwarts Express and then home again. Soon, he’ll be finished with Hogwarts and off onto his future.

And though his world does not explode into a million colors at your touch, just sitting here holding your hand and listening to the birds above twitter about while you both smile like fools, Newt feels complete.

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faintblueivy · 6 years ago

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Matters of the Heart - BoruSara Fanfiction

Hey guys, I'm finally able to post this chapter! I did it first time and it showed a few technical mishaps. Although, I think, the app actually deletes spaces of the content I post when it is done from PC. It's getting seriously annoying!

Anyways, let me stop the complaining here itself and move onward of the last chapter. Yes, this is the last chapter of this story! Hope you'll enjoy it!

Love to amazing @anastasiapancake for helping me with this chapter!

Chapter 7

What She Loves

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window. The beams of the light flickered on his face and the rustle of leaves was soft. Boruto groaned and rubbed his forehead, wishing for the sleep to vanish from his senses.

His eyes went in and out of focus as he blinked but finally a mop of black hair entered his field of vision. The warm body pressed against his was an electrifying sensation and Boruto almost jumped out of the bed, a hand slapping over his mouth to prevent him from letting out a scream.

She was sleeping. Her serene smiling face was a sight to withhold. The soft sunrays illuminated her resting figure and bathed it in an ethereal glow, and for a few moments, Boruto just sat there, taking her form in and carving it into his memories.

Then the memories of last night’s events rushed in. He found himself blushing red when he remembered her being pressed into him and how her beautifully unique smell that filled his nostrils still lingered. He remembered the doubts he had confessed, along with the feelings that he has suppressed for so long.

And...to be fair, finally being honest with her felt as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.

“You know it already, don't you? I always have and always will.”

Her words had engraved themselves into the deepest part of his mind and the memory of her expressive onyx eyes shining with so much warmth, all for him, made him feel like the luckiest man alive in the entire world.

He had fallen in love with his best friend and she loved him back. Honestly, it was such an overwhelming feeling that Boruto still had a hard time processing it.

In all his thoughts he never paid attention when Sarada’s eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning Boruto.” She gave him a small sleepy smile and it was the most adorable thing ever… aside from Himawari’s smile. Not that he’d tell anyone that.

Boruto almost squeaked when he realised how creepy he would have looked to be staring at her while she slept, so he ducked to hide his face.

Suddenly Sarada wailed slamming her alarm clock, “Are you kidding me?! I’m about to be late. And I have a meeting with one of the only contractors willing to work for damage repair in the outskirts of the village.”

“Oye! Calm down! You still have twenty minutes to make it.”

She nodded and jumped to the bathroom and Boruto quickly scampered around the house and went to the kitchen to prepare something for her to eat. Well, he was pretty well familiarized with the Uchiha house and it included the kitchen as well.

As soon as he entered the kitchen a familiar voice called out and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand.

“Boruto-kun?”

He gulped and slowly turned his head towards the direction of the voice, unconsciously stepping back when he found a set of curious crystal green eyes stare back at him in confusion.

“H-Hey Aunt Sakura!” he raised his arm to wave at the older woman as a sign of greeting, already sweating buckets. He was aware of how feral Sakura Uchiha was when it came to her daughter’s safety. Well, he had seen her throwing a guy twice her size across the village when she had learned that the bastard was stalking her then fifteen years old daughter. He knows and swears on his life that he is not that kind of disgusting creep in any form but still… he would like to keep his bones intact, especially after coming out of the hospital a week ago, thank you very much.

“Did you… just come out of Sarada’s room?”

Shit. God may save him now.

Sakura had seen him practically since he was an infant so it was not exactly hard for her to read how his body tensed and he turned a burning shade of red. She inwardly giggled at how obvious the child’s affection was for her daughter.

“I guess you did. Did you two have se-”

“NO! We didn’t!” Boruto screamed, scarlet faced and almost hyperventilating.

Sakura took immense pleasure in seeing him so flustered and then wondered if the onset of old age is making her sadistic. The boy was generally so cocky and rambunctious that it was only during these moments that he looked like his mother’s son. And it felt good to see a little bit of Hinata in him.

Sakura grinned cheekily and Boruto turned his head on the other side.

“I thought you were in the hospital, with Uncle Sasuke.”

“Oh, I was. But it's nice to clean up and eat something at home once in a while, don't you think?” She winked at him.

“And your master is such a man child. He said he wanted home food.”

She stirred something in the pot and then pointed him to sit what he obeyed. She sat in front of him and a knowing smile graced her lips.

“So…?”

“So?”

“So…?”

Boruto tilted his head in confusion trying to map out the reason why his aunt was playing with him when his eyes widened in realisation.

“It... can't be! You know?!”

The smug smirk on Sakura's face was definitely more than enough of an answer.

“Your mother told me! She said you've been running around entire Konoha to find the perfect one for her.”

“Yes. Because she doesn't deserve anything less than perfect.” His voice turned small at the admission.

“You're wrong Boruto.”

Sakura's features softened and her green eyes glimmered with years of wisdom in matters of the heart.

“She deserves what she loves, you know.”

Of course. Yes.

“Thank you.” The amount of gratefulness seeping through his voice and the brightest smile she has ever seen him giving, warmed the older woman's heart. To her, these kids were someone who deserved all the love and happiness in the world. Maybe it was just a mother's heart speaking but Sakura would dare to pluck the stars off the sky for them.

“Help me.” She asked him and he immediately agreed, jumping off his chair and running around the kitchen to assist her. She prepared two bentos, one for herself and one for her husband.

Enough food was left for two people when Sakura patted him lovingly on the head, noticing how she had to tiptoe for it and left for the hospital.

By the time Sarada arrived, Boruto already had arranged a breakfast table for two. Sarada hummed at the sight of him in an apron, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and large bangs falling on his cheeks.

The scene looked so domestic and so homey that Sarada could actually imagine this being a part of their lives forever.

He must have sensed her presence and looked up, his blue eyes glimmering with something she couldn't place a finger on.

“You're here! Come on!”

He invited her and she joined him on the table immediately, gulping down the well cooked breakfast.

“Mom was here?” She asked between the bites.

“Yeah. I know I'm good at cooking, but even I can't prepare a delicious meal like this in just fifteen minutes -ttebasa!”

Sarada rolled her eyes but then noticed something weird. His food was untouched and he seemed...fidgety?

Was something wrong? They sorted out everything yesterday night, didn't they? Is he trying to say that everything that happened that night was a lie? Or did she say something to annoy him?

A million possibilities rushed through her head, each worse than the previous ones.

…

“Sarada…I'll see you tomorrow.”

“No.”

“Eh?”

“Stay.”

“W-what?”

“I said stay. I don't wanna sleep alone.”

“Sarada…”

“Please!”

“Alright.”

….

When Sarada thinks about it, she might have behaved like a petulant, spoiled brat. It was too soon for them to share a bed (in literal sense, for actually sleeping). But it was her being so needy and cranky about it.

I am sorry.

She wanted to say but the words got stuck in her throat, refusing to come out and also not allowing her to swallow them down.

“Sarada.”

The call of her name brought her out of her stupor and she found herself staring into his brilliant blue eyes.

She was even more confused when he left his chair to approach her, stopping a few steps before.

“Boruto?” He might have heard the insecurity in her voice because he gave her a gentle smile which brought her doubts to an end.

“Look.” He started, a hand running up against his golden locks, a nervous habit, “-I know it's really out of nowhere and frighteningly too soon after yesterday's night. And specially after having made you wait for so long, I completely understand if you don't want to accept it immediately. But I have to do this. Because I want you to know that I won't be backing down. I'm completely serious about our relationship.” “Boruto?” Sarada felt a little alarmed at his words and even more when he knelt on one knee in front of her. She's seen this happening. Countless number of times - in movies and serials and even once or twice in real life. But nothing had ever prepared her for this. Pulling out a black velvet box, he offered her a ring - in fact, an engagement ring - a beautiful silver band, with a perfectly cut Ruby on the top. It was beautiful. “Sarada Uchiha, will you marry me?” Sarada still sat there, jaw slacked. She couldn't even begin to process the event happening in front of her, let alone force out a response. Even after waiting for a few moments, Sarada was unable to reply. But Boruto did not deter. It looked as if he already knew the answer. His blue eyes were calm and soft. “W-what is the meaning of this, Boruto?” Sarada asked shakily. His lips curved into a smile. “It is what it looks. I want to marry you.” “B-but-” He didn't let her continue, raising her hand to his lips, to drop a kiss of promise on the back of her hand. “I said it before, didn't I? I know it's my turn to wait now and I'm willing to do that as much as it takes. Because if it is you for me in the end, then it's worth the wait.”

There was a silence filled with anticipation before Sarada asked softly, “What if I refuse?”

“Then I'll ask again, tomorrow! No problem!” he said, loudly, with enthusiasm and Sarada found herself shaking her head fondly.

“But what if I say no again?”

“I'll ask again, the next day. I'll keep asking till you decide you want to say yes.”

A laugh escaped her lips at his stubborn will. And she will not be surprised if does this exactly. She has known him since they were infants. And by now she knows him better than he knows himself.

As much as the ring looked pretty, and as much as she wanted to say yes, she decided that she will not.

Call her cruel but she wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine. And now with the chance right in front of her she wasn't letting it slip through her fingers.

Smirking evilly on the inside, her heart filled with glee, she leaned down and pecked Boruto on the cheek.

And to her utter amusement, he instantly flushed red. Leave it to him to propose to someone with a straight face and then burn red from just a little kiss on the cheek. Sarada giggled to herself and left him on one knee there, his jaw still hung open, the shock from her actions still strong.

She had work to do after all.

She is almost at the exit of the house when he sprinted to her at a furious speed.

“Oi! Oi! Sarada! W-what was that? A yes or a no?!”

“Boruto.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Alright! My lovelies, this was the final chapter! So, what do you think? Was the ending satisfactory? Did you have fun reading it? I'm super-duper excited to hear your thoughts!

I know I should have included the link of all previous chapters but since the Tumblr doesn't let up posts with links show up in tags, I did not. (Well, it never does for me nowadays) But if you want the links then you can send me an ask or anything!

And...well, you might get an epilogue to this story! A oneshot! I hope you'll are interested!

Happy winters!

#borusara #borusarafics #boruto x sarada #boruto and sarada #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #boruto #sarada #boruto naruto next generation #matters of the heart #adi writes

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chocolatequeennk · 7 years ago

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Forever With You

James and Rose have had a long-distance relationship for almost a year. Now James is moving home... which seems like the perfect time to discuss the next step in their relationship.

This is for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas, using the word, “ring.” This is day 7 on my personal 31 Days of Ficmas, and was also based on this photo from @dwficprompts.

AO3 | FF

The first snowflakes fell as James left the jewellery shop. A taxi slowed, but he waved the driver on. He was meeting Rose for lunch at a bistro just around the corner; he’d barely be chilled by the time he arrived.

His phone chimed with a new text message as he strode briskly down the pavement, and he slowed just enough to pull it out of his breast pocket before speeding back up.

Almost there! Can’t wait to see you—it’s been too long. xx

James’ ears turned hot when he read her text. He’d confessed his awkward texting hangups to Rose not long after they started dating a year ago, and she’d laughed when he’d flailed, trying to explain the problems inherent in the text kiss. “And I suppose two text kisses is practically sexting, then?” she’d teased, her tongue peeking out of her smile.

Six weeks later, his job had taken him away from London, and the double text kiss had become their private way of letting each other know when their thoughts had wandered outside the realm of what was safe to say at work. Seeing those two kisses now, he wished he didn’t have to be on a plane back to Rome that afternoon.

When he turned the corner and spotted a flash of familiar blonde hair at the other end of the street, James shoved his phone back into his pocket and started running, his overcoat flapping in the wind behind him.

He reached Rose in front of the bistro, and she jumped into his open arms. Strangers cast them disgruntled looks and moved around them as he spun her around a few times before setting her on her feet, his hand planted firmly at the small of her back.

“Hello, love,” he murmured as he leaned down.

“Hi there,” she replied just before his lips met hers.

James sighed into the kiss, and the knot of tension between his shoulders smoothed out. It really had been too long—seven weeks since their last weekend together in Paris. That made it hard to remember they were in a public place, but thankfully, Rose was more aware of their surroundings and pulled back when he scraped his teeth over her bottom lip and tried to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure you can’t stay the night?” Her fingers played with the hairs at the nape of his neck, making James shiver. “Or even just until after dinner?” She shifted closer and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “My boss told me I could have the afternoon off if I want. All I need to do is send her a text.”

The streetlight caught and reflected off the snowflakes in Rose’s hair, casting a halo around her. James rested his hands on her hips, partly to remind himself not to pull her closer.

“I wish I could. But I’m on a 6:00 am conference call with Sydney tomorrow, so I really need to be to my flat at a decent hour.”

Rose’s shoulders slumped, and James couldn’t resist giving her a quick hug. She’d been so incredibly supportive throughout their long-distance relationship, but it was definitely taking a toll.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he said, “Beside, if I’m back in Rome tonight, I can start packing.” She looked up at him, and he nodded. “Yep, I’m moving again.”

Rose sighed and ran her hand over his tie. “If you’re that valuable to the company, you’d think they would want you back here at the head office, not hopping from city to city, trouble-shooting.”

Warm happiness bubbled up in James’ chest, threatening to escape as laughter and give away his game. “You’d think,” he agreed, letting disappointment settle on his face before he grinned down at her. “Which is why I’m moving back to London next week.”

Rose’s ruby red lips parted to form a perfect O. “They… You mean.. James!”

He laughed and held her tight when she threw her arms around his neck. “That’s what my meeting this morning was about.”

She shivered violently when a gust of wind blew down the street, and James abruptly realised her skirt offered much less protection from the cold than his trousers. “Come on.” He stepped back and took her hand. “Let’s go inside where it’s warm.”

Inside the cafe, Rose shook snow from her hair and rubbed briskly at her arms. “Oh, let’s take the table in the window,” she said. “We can still watch the snow.”

James watched as she hurried over to the table and sat down, resting her chin on her hands so she could stare out the window. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and her eyes were bright. As always, her vibrant beauty drew him to her, and he didn’t waste any time ordering their drinks, eager to join her.

Rose looked over at him when he sat down, one eyebrow arched in a fine line. “It just occurred to me that you purposely let me think you were being transferred to yet another international post, when you knew you were coming home.”

He grinned irrepressibly.

Rose shook her head and laughed. “You’re a git, but do you know what? I don’t even care.” She reached for his hand. “Because starting next week, we can actually have a life together, instead of just the occasional long weekend whenever we can both get away from work.”

A dreamy look entered her eyes. “Long, lazy Sundays where we don’t even get out of bed until noon. Texting each other in the evening to make sure someone is picking up dinner. Taking walks together on Saturday afternoons.”

James’ heart raced at the image of domestic bliss Rose painted. They hadn’t moved in together before he’d left London, but she clearly wasn’t anticipating a return to the previous status quo.

He shifted slightly in his seat. The custom ring he’d picked up less than an hour ago was a weight in his coat pocket. “Rose Tyler.” She looked up at him, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “How long are you going to stay with me?” he whispered, letting his lips brush against her ear.

Rose sighed, and his heart turned over at the utter contentment in the sound. “Forever.”

He reached into his pocket, carefully keeping his motions concealed by the table. This wasn’t how he’d planned to propose, but he suddenly couldn’t wait any longer.

Rose narrowed her eyes as she looked at James. His hands were out of sight, concealed by the table, and he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Overall, he was in a study of concentration, much more than what was necessary for a quiet date.

“James? What are you doing?”

The furrow between his eyebrows smoothed out, and a moment later, he placed his hand on the table, with something hidden beneath it. Rose raised an eyebrow, but then all the air rushed out of her lungs when he pulled his hand back to reveal a black velvet box… the kind a ring came in.

Her hands flew to her mouth, and she could feel tears spring to her eyes. “James!” she whispered.

He smiled at her, then took a deep breath and flipped open the box, revealing a square diamond on a thin rose gold band.

“I like the sound of forever with you,” he murmured. “Marry me, love?”

“Yes! Oh, my God yes!”

A wide grin split James’ face, revealing his dimples. Rose held her hand out for him. “Put it on for me?” she asked, wiggling her fingers.

James giggled as he pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. “You’ve done it now,” he teased. “You’re stuck with me.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but stuck with you—that’s not so bad.”

“Yeah?” James whispered in her ear as he leaned closer.

Rose turned her head towards his, and a shiver went down her back when she felt his breath against her lips.

“Yes.”

#ficandchips #ten x rose #31 days of ficmas #doctorroseprompts #dwficprompts #dwfic #fic by Nancy #fluff #romance #proposal #human au #and of course a mention of David's own texting hangups

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moonlitjiminn · 7 years ago

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Neighbour Part 2 | Jimin, You

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

Part Two of my Father!Jimin AU! I hope you like it! :)

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Every day after that was a new adventure, how was Ara's body going to react when he smiled at her this time? Was it going to go into overdrive again and prevent her fingers from working? Or was she going to lose her breath and have a heart attack?

She had somehow figured out that Eunji's mother was absent in both their lives, just by asking vague questions but she didn't know if she was just temporarily not there or permanently. The family picture that Eunji had to draw that consisted of just Jimin and her was another indication.

"Ara? Ara!" a small voice brought her back to reality and she looked down to see Eunji tugging at her long skirt.

"Yes?" she crouched down to be at eye level with her.

"Do you like my drawing?" she held up a piece of paper on which she had drawn a girl with long hair who was wearing a black shirt and a long orange skirt.

"It's gorgeous Eunji! Is it you?"

"No," she scrunched her nose, shaking her head, "it's you!"

"Really?" Ara grinned, touched that she put so much detail into it, because she realised that, yes, that was what she was wearing, and on her ears were earrings that mimicked her own. "Wow I look so much prettier here," she teased and Eunji laughed.

"No! You look prettier in real life!"

"Do I?"

She nodded excitedly, "I'm going to go and draw daddy now." And then she ran off. Leaving Ara to stare down at the paper in her hand, one which had a girl on the right, clouds that looked like they could double as sheep if you just stuck four legs under them, and of course the sun drawn into the top left corner.

She knew she was going to cherish it.

The weekend finally rolled around and Ara was asked to visit the library and find some books for the preschool because they were lacking in them. The librarian was helpful, naming a few books to her, which she took note off, and then she started leading her to the children's section. It was her first time in that library, which was quite large and she was glad the librarian had offered to show her around without her having to ask.

"Daddy! Can we get this one! Please! Brooke was telling me Princess Amelia comes back in this one!" a familiar voice spoke and Ara looked onward to see a little girl running along the bookshelf to an older man who was holding a few picture books. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips, the librarian's voice now turned inaudible as she watched him look through picture book after picture book, picking some out for his daughter.

"Was that helpful?" Ara heard the librarian say, breaking her trance, "I hope you got to think of something you would like to take back to your school."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, thank you," her words came out in a rush and when she turned around she saw Jimin looking over his shoulder. When their eyes met he sent her a small smile.

Ara felt her cheeks burn up, looking away to the librarian and nodding when she said she was going to get back to her desk. Taking a deep breath, she let her gaze fall back on Jimin. She couldn't pretend you didn't see him and walk away now.

His eyes were still fixed on her, watching as she slowly walked over to them.

"Daddy! What abo-" Eunji's voice cut off when she followed Jimin's gaze, eyes widening when she saw Ara.

"Ara?" this took her out of her daze and she looked down to see Eunji toddle over to her. "Ara!"

"Hey little one," she grinned, reaching down and pulling her into her arms, carrying her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, waving the books she was holding in either hand excitedly.

"I'm actually here looking for books for school," Ara poked her nose, to which she giggled.

"Daddy ran out of bedtime stories so that's why we're here," she pointed to Jimin, who laughed.

"Yeah, because you always seem to get an energy boost when we're about to sleep," he said, walking over and joining the two of them.

"Oh! Ara! Since you're here, can I ask you something?" she asked suddenly and she nodded.

"Of course!"

"Can I ask you why all the kids in these stories have dragons but daddy won't even let me meet one?"

Ara looked over at Jimin, who was staring at his child, shaking his head slowly.

"Why didn't you just tell her?" she asked, looking at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Tell her what?"

"That the dragons only visit little human girls on their tenth birthday."

"Huh? Oh, well, I didn't know the exact date, I'm a boy, you see so I never met a dragon," he faked a pout, making Ara's heart skip, but she kept her composure.

"Really?" Eunji chirped, "so that means," she pulled out her fingers, counting on them, "four, five, six... seven more years!"

"You're right," she grinned, "In seven years you'll finally be able to meet a dragon! What would you call it?"

"Hmm... I haven't really thought of a name for the dragon," she tilted her head, thinking, "Maybe Coco! Yeah Coco!"

"Cocoa? Like the chocolate?"

She giggled, shaking her head, "No, silly, like Coco Chanel."

"How do you know what Coco Chanel is?" her smile was broadening, just seeing how excited she looked talking about the dragon.

"Daddy," she pointed at Jimin.

"Oh, daddy wears Coco Chanel?" Ara asked and he shook his head.

"No! She just came across a magazine we had at home, I don-"

"Hmm, okay," she pretended not to believe him and he widened his eyes in defence.

"Really-"

Ara waved it off and looked at the book on the top of Jimin's pile, "Your choice is pretty... unique."

"These are for her," he defended himself again, making both her and Eunji laugh.

"Your dad secretly likes princess stories, doesn't he?" she whispered to Eunji and she nodded.

"I think he likes them more than me," she wriggled out of her grip and ran to the table to sit and read her book.

"I do not," he insisted, "I am yet to find a story where the princess doesn't need a man to save him, because she's strong enough on her own."

Ara shook your head, "You're not going to find one, I'm always on the lookout for a book that doesn't teach little girls to rely on men to save them."

"That's exactly the message our daughters need, that in life you need a man."

"How about," she walked over to the shelf and pulled out a book, "this one had a girl as the hero."

He raised an eyebrow and took it into his hands, "I like that."

Ara grinned, looking around, "I should probably get back to work."

"Okay, see you around," he gave her one of his warm smiles.

"Bye Eunji," she waved at her and she beamed back, she saw Jimin's smile in it and it made her heart melt.

"Bye Ara!"

It was finally Ara's day off of work at the school and she decided to use it to catch up on some errands and do some groceries. After posting a few of the letters she had to send to her University (they had asked her to write a testimonial about how amazing they were) as well as some cards for her family's birthdays, she headed to the grocery store.

First on her list was bread, milk, cheese, and after all the normal, boring food, she thought it might be fun to bake a cake for school, the other teachers had been super nice and welcoming and the little kids were a delight. Turning into the baking aisle, she scanned the shelves for some food colouring, deciding on baking her signature red velvet cupcakes.

"Ara?" a now familiar voice called and she turned around, immediately meeting his warm eyes.

"Jimin, hi," her voice was rushed, breath knocked out right from under her. He was dressed in a white button up shirt, just loosely tucked into his black jeans, coupled with a pair of black combat boots. His russet brown hair just messily styled into a middle parting and his eyes the normal chocolate abyss she lost herself in time and time again.

He then did something which didn't ever fail to make her heart flutter; he smiled. His whole face was pulled upward, his eyes shrinking but never lost its glisten.

"Making a cake?" he asked, looking over at her basket.

"You as well?" she asked, looking at his.

"Yeah, well I'm going to attempt it, it's Eunji's birthday on Sunday and she said she really wanted me to make one."

"Is it? Really?" she was surprised, she hadn't seen her name in the birthday book for the week.

"Yeah," he grinned, "The last time I made a cake was in seventh grade for my mom's birthday, God knows that didn't go well."

Ara laughed, "Let me guess, you burnt it."

"If you're talking about the baking paper, the tray and the cake, then yes."

"That's an achievement," she nodded, and he returned it.

"I pride myself on it for sure."

"Do you want some help?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, unless you trust yourself not to burn the oven this time."

He chuckled to himself, to which she just stopped and stared. How could one make even chuckling look majestic?

"I would love that," he said, a genuine smile on his face.

"Should we buy the right ingredients to start with then?" she asked, reaching over and taking the bag of sugar he had inside and putting it back on the shelf, "We need caster sugar."

"Isn't sugar still sugar though?"

"No, apparently there's a difference. I don't know what the difference is, but they're different."

"Alrighty then," he turned to the shelves, taking his phone out, "It says here that I need-"

"What type of cake are you making?"

"Eunji's favourite is red velvet."

"That's perfect!" Ara exclaimed, "That's my specialty."

"Okay so I'm guessing I won't burn the house with you helping."

"Definitely not."

While they were shopping for extra milk, extra cream, extra sugar Jimin went on to tell Ara about how he was setting up the birthday party. This was the first year Eunji was having friends over and he wanted to make it 'a night to remember'. After teasing him for his cheesiness, telling him she's only turning three, he shrugged and said he still wanted her to have an amazing day.

Ara woke up the next morning an hour earlier than normal, rushing to the bathroom straight away, determined to make herself look as nice as possible. She had agreed to spend the day at his place, baking with him while Eunji was on a play date and she was really excited. It was going to be her first time seeing him out of school and not coincidentally.

It didn't take her a while to get to his place, seeing as he literally lived right across from her. That's when she realised it was pretty weird they hadn't run into each other more often, not living that far away from each other.

She had picked a brown dress shirt and some black pants, hoping that it wouldn't look too fancy or too casual. Her makeup was light because her friends has advised you not to overdo it, just because you can doesn't mean you should.

Ringing the doorbell, she bit her lip as she waited for him to open the door. When the door opened, however, he was standing there in a loose striped shirt and some faded jeans, but with the hand free from holding the door handle he was wiping the back of his head with a towel. That was when Ara realised he was fresh from the shower. And man did he look good.

"Come in," he smiled at her, one of common courtesy, but with everything going on she couldn't calm her beating heart.

"Dropped Eunji off?" she asked, looking around, trying her hardest not to watch as he rubbed his towel against his hair, how did it look so perfect even when it was this wet?

"Yep, we're safe here," he joked and rushed over to quickly tidy up some of the toys lying on the living room floor.

"What are you thinking of icing on the top?" putting her bag onto the couch, Ara walked around to wash her hands at the kitchen sink.

"A tiara," he disappeared into a room before coming back out again a short while after, absent a towel. "It's meant to be princess-themed."

"Such an original idea," she looked through the cupboard for a mixing bowl before Jimin pulled one out and placed it on the bench. "Thank you."

"She'd been asking for a princess party since she could speak," he shrugged, "thought it was only fair."

Ara nodded, covering the smile she seemed to always be wearing around him.

"Should we get started?"

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, so I'm going to be the main baker?"

"Well, I mean, there's always the option of me baking... and burning the house."

She laughed, "Pass the butter."

"I didn't know baking was this messy," he said, blowing some of the flour from his hand off, and when Ara turned around to look at him, it sprayed over her face.

"Oops."

That was when she did the same, puffing off some flour into his face and he fell back, coughing as he waved the air in front of him.

"Oops," she raised your shoulders innocently and he shook his head, biting his lip.

"Looks like the kitchen's about to get messier," he said before grabbing a small pinch of it again, sprinkling it over her head.

"You did not just-"

"And what are you-"

Before he could finish, she took another handful and slowly scattered it over his head, "You alright there?"

He was motionless, staring back at her with dead eyes, but it didn't faze her. "You have something there," pointing at his face and he nodded, smudging a bit onto her cheek.

"You too."

He didn't seem to realise the trance he had just put her in, however, she stood there immobile just after his touch alone.

But it did hit him, a bit late. He cleared his throat, turning back to the bench, "We should probably finish the cake."

Jimin had mastered icing by the time they were finishing the last row of the tiara.

"Wow I'm a natural."

"Eh, could have been better."

"What are you on about, it's amazing."

"Okay, okay for a first attempt, it's pretty good."

"See, it's amazing."

"Hmm, yeah, yeah," she laughed, looking at the time. "When did you say Eunji was coming back?"

"4."

"We should probably hide this massive thing then," she grabbed the cake by the platform and lifted it.

"Let's put it on the highest shelf, she can't reach so she won't be able to see it."

Right and I can totally reach it, she thought, looking up. As she struggled to lift it, she regretted picking up the cake in the first place.

Why didn't you just let Jimin do it?

Before she could turn around and pass it to him to put it up, however, she felt a set of strong hands cover her and push it upwards. It took her a while to realise that it was him pressed against her back, and his breath on her neck. She could feel his heat radiating off on her and this made you hold her breath, like an idiot, even after he had let go, putting the cake on the shelf.

Ara slowly turned around, which, of course, was a terrible idea. For as soon as she did, she was faced with his chest.

Right in front of her face.

Looking up, she saw him up close, his eyes, his nose, and his lips in all their glory. He truly was a work of art, she had to admit.

"Uhm," she timidly mumbled, waiting for him to look down and once he did, he jumped back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

She let out an awkward laugh, "It's okay, I should probably get going, Eunji's going to be here soon, I'm guessing."

"No, it's-" but the doorbell ringing cut him off.

"See, she's here," she started to walk to the door, "Now how are we going to explain the reason I'm here?"

Grabbing onto the doorbell, Ara twisted and opened it. "Eun-"

She stopped talking when she realised the girl standing at the doorstep with running mascara, messy hair and ripped clothes, wasn't actually Eunji.

"Okay tell her-" Jimin also froze when his eyes lay on the woman in front of her. "Seolhyun?"

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siempre-bucky · 7 years ago

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Murder at Stark Manor: Peter Parker X Reader

PART 1 of2

Midtown High Students have come to participate in Liz’s live action role play. The reader wants to confess her feelings for Peter but knows about his crush on Liz. No one actually dies, it’s ok :)

Word Count: 1.8k (OMG I’M SORRY T.T)

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on the board game Clue

It was the middle of the beautiful month of April, and around this time a grand party was about to be announced by the popular Liz Toomes. It was an annual gathering, only certain students were invited to partake in this year’s party. For it would be a party to die for.

“What do you think her party theme is this year?” Y/F/N Y/L/N asked her best friend as they walked through the crowded halls of Midtown High. Peter Parker looked down at her and shrugged, reaching his locker. Y/N picked at her army green sweater as she leaned against the locker next to Peter’s. She took a moment to admire the spider boy, he was perfect, his hair, his body, even his fingers as they graced the lock.

Upon opening the locker, a white envelope fell out, making a soft noise as it collided with the ground. The light brown haired male was oblivious to the envelope as he continued to stuff his books in his messy locker. “You dropped something,” Y/N told him. Peter looked down and gasped, picking up the envelope.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked her excitedly, pointing at the red wax seal. Y/N shook her head, although, in reality, she knew what it was. And frankly, she was afraid, this was Liz trying to get Peter to be hers “Read the initials! LT! It’s an invite to the biggest party of the year,” he nearly squealed. Y/N put her pointer finger up to her lips to silence the overly excited boy. Everyone was aware of the crush Peter has had on Liz since forever grade. Peter sighed to calm himself down, this is too exciting.

“I’m going to open it,” he said as he broke the seal and hurriedly took the thick and shiny invitation:

You are cordially invited to participate in…

A Party to Die For

Presented by Liz Toomes

17th of April 7:00 pm sharp

Boddy Manor

(Please attend in 1920s fashion and speak with an English accent)

Y/N rolled her eyes, of course, Liz would pull out all the stops for her parties. Boddy Manor was the old mansion upstate, recently bought by an unknown owner. A party to die for? So cliché, she thought as she looked over at the invitation in Peter’s hand. If this was a cartoon, Y/N’s skin would be turning green, but she would never admit it. “I’m going to class, don’t drown in your own drool,” she laughed as she walked off for class. Peter wiped the bead of drool of his chin and wiped it on his dark blue jeans.

The grumpy girl stood in front of her gray locker and slowly started to turn the numbers on her small lock. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind her, she breathed in, slightly cringing at the overwhelming smell of Marc Jacobs perfume. Y/N ran her hand through her choppy neck length hair before turning around to look at the girl.

Behind her was none other than Liz Toomes holding out a white envelope exactly the same as Peter’s. Liz’s frosty pink lips turned up into a knowing smile as she looked down at Y/N’s unimpressed facial expression.

“This is for you,” she spoke. Y/N hesitantly reached out and took the envelope from her manicured hands.

“Uh, thanks, Liz,” Y/N said in disbelief, why would she give her an invitation? Y/N studied the indecipherable look on the taller girl’s face. What has possessed the daughter of Satan? What kind of trick was she trying to play on her… or Peter? Liz broke the eye contact and took a step back. It was no secret that you and Liz didn't like each other, especially since you were both competing for Peter's attention

“Anything for you Y/N! Remember don’t be late,” Liz said, flipping her long curly dark hair over her shoulder and walking away. Y/N didn’t bother reading the invitation, I’m only going because Peter is, she reminded herself, shoving the envelope into her bag.

The evening had come, the grand party was about to take place. The sun had started to set and the air had become cooler. From the other side of the street, Y/N stood there and watched the other people standing on the porch, dressed appropriately for the occasion. She tugged on her sparkly lavender drop waist dress and sighed deeply.

She took clumsy steps with her high heels, slowly managing to walk across the wet street. Glancing up at the large door, Y/N took her place next to Peter. “Y/N! You got invited,” Peter whispered as he draped his arm around her shoulders. As they chill of the night settled in Y/N leaned into his embrace, observing those around her. He looked amazing in his black tux and thick red tie.

Standing across from the pair where the other players, Ned, of course, was invited but stayed far away from the group...he was really into this. He blew his pipe, and out came bubbles, Peter let out a laugh and nudged Y/N to look. On the other side of Ned was Michelle Jones Liz’s best friend, her nose in a book, Scratching her hand which was in a dreadfully itchy white lace glove.

And of course, there was the girl of the hour, Liz with her green dress and brown faux fur coat. She was the best dressed there, twirling her pearl necklace as she talked to Michelle.

The guests waited anxiously for the opening of the doors, but finally, they had opened to reveal the maid character, Peter's eyes opened wide as he recognized her as Wanda “Welcome, welcome! Ms. Toomes and Mr. Stark welcome you all to this live action game of Clue at the Boddy Manor!” Mr. Stark? Peter whipped his head around to the street to see the billionaire standing there with his velvet lounge outfit, his hands nicely tucked in the large pockets. With Pepper Potts on his arm, wearing a skin tight red dress and hair in classic curls.

“Actually my dear, it's now Stark Manor,” he corrected with his fake accent. He was the buyer of the old mansion? Wanda rolled her eyes “ Our rules state that you must act in character and stick to your character descriptions,” She told them, stepping aside to let them into the entry way. Peter let Y/N go in front of him as he stopped to talk to Tony.

“M-Mr Stark? How did you know about this?” he asked.

“That Liz girl has good bribery skills. I don't like her,” he muttered in a hushed tone. “Listen, kid, just enjoy and ask Y/N out ok, she's better,” he winked and gave Peter a firm pat on the back before walking into the mansion.

The room was barely lit, setting off a creepy vibe within the younger patrons. The maid walked and stood behind two large glass bowls with pieces of paper “Please come forth and select a paper, this will be your character description, one is for the gentleman and the other is for the girls,” she told them. Liz tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked up to the bowl twirling her hand inside before pulling one out with two fingers.

“Heiress to a large fortune, newly engaged to the heir of the large hotel in Manhattan,” she read aloud, smirking. Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. Michelle followed her lead and picked from the bowl.

“Daughter of the wealthy business man, heavily sheltered. Bite me” she spat, walking back to Liz. Ned walked up to the bowl and stuck his hand inside the bowl for the men’s side.

“Ah, the business partner to the CEO, choice,” he laughed in victory, taking his place back in the group. And so it went on the other patrons found out their places in the game, Peter was to be “married” to Liz, Y/N was ironically the best friend to the heir of the hotel. Tony was naturally was cast as the CEO, while Pepper played the wife of Tony.

The guests walked into the living room for drinks, Y/N stood in the corner as she watched Peter sit on the couch in between Liz and Michelle, hamming it up. She furrowed eyes as her painted nails tapped the glass in annoyance.Tony took the last sip of his drink, noticing it was empty he left the room, to grab another bottle of champagne.

Minutes have passed, the same old record had played over and over, the sound had become nauseating. Suddenly the record player stopped and the lights went out. Everyone gasped. “Y/N!” Peter yelled, his spidey senses going wild. Jumping from the couch to find Y/N.

“I’m ok,” she said, looking around in complete darkness, trying to search for her friend. Peter followed her voice and slowly made his way over to her, bumping into the edge of the coffee table with his shin. He let out a groan bending down to grip in throbbing shin.

There was a sound, a bottle had broken in the other room and it earned everyone’s attention. “What was that?” Michelle shouted out, starting to get scared. The room was silent once again, the sounds of their heartbeats were the only things to be heard. Until the lights flickered back on and the maid rushed into the room, crying hysterically with blood all over her delicate hands.

“Someone killed my Master,” she cried, falling to the floor. Ned rushed over and sat beside her “What happened to my friend?” he asked, staying in character. The maid slowly stood up and walked the guests into the kitchen.

There on the floor was Tony lying on the ground, with blood covering his upper torso. Pepper pushed her way up to the front “Tony,” she sobbed, pulling out a handkerchief out of her dress, wiping her eyes. She leaned her head against Liz’s shoulder, who hesitantly tapped her shoulder in comfort.

“I came in after cleaning the master bedroom and he was found dead… one of you did it,” the maid’s demeanor changed. There were no more tears, she was angry, and everyone could tell.

“She has great acting,” Peter whispered to Y/N. She nudged his side, making him laugh and look at the crime scene.

“On the table behind me, there are envelopes for each of you. They contain a magnifying glass, a notepad, fingerprint dusting equipment and a map to the house. We will check in every hour… you have 3 hours to find out which one of you killed Tony Stark. I wish all of you good luck,” She informed before beginning to break down and cry over his body with a white sheet.

“Do you think Liz wants to pair up with me?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Y/N looked over at Liz who was already arm and arm with Michelle, “I think she may have a partner already.” Peter looked at the pair that just left and pouted. Y/N looked at him in disbelief, they had been best friends since 1st grade and this is what she gets? She’s his second choice. I’m his second choice, this is ridiculous, she thought as she grabbed her packet off the table. If only he could see how much she loved him.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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suga-honey-icedtea · 7 years ago

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30 Questions Tag

So so so, @bun-squad tagged me in this, and I’ll do it cause it’s late and I feel like oversharing stuff and what not so, yeah.

I’m gonna tag: @minyoonjiswifey, @jjang-jjang-hope, @seon-yeonhoes, and @elvendorks cause why not?

Okay, here we go...

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you would like to get to know better

1. nicknames: Jaz, Jazzy, smooth jazz, jazzybear, tollest, queen of destruction...I have a lot actually...

2. gender: female

3. star sign: Libra sun, Aquarius moon, and Leo rising

4. height: 6′0″ or 183cm

5. time: 12:43am

6. birthday: October 1st

7. favourite band: outside of kpop, I’ve always loved The Black Keys and The Neighbourhood. I also like 5 Seconds of Summer, The Pretty Reckless, Little Mix, and a lot more, trust me.

8. favourite solo artist: Rihanna, Post Malone, Marina and The Diamonds, Selena Gomez, LP, Demi Lovato, Hayle Kiyoko, Charlie Puth, and like a ton more.

9. song stuck in my head: Honestly, I have like several stuck in my head at once so, take this list: Shaky Shaky- Daddy Yankee; Breathe- Jax Jones; Ko Ko Bop- EXO; FXXK IT- BIGBANG; Haunted- Beyonce; Deepthroat- cupcakKe; Fergalicious- Fergie; Cypher PT. 3- BTS and like probably more but those ones...keep replaying in my head.

10. last movie I watched: Hunger Games: Mockinjay Part 2 is coming to mind and I really can’t remember if that was the last one I watched but it’s the last one I remember watching so there.

11. last show I watched: I was watching Family Guy earlier so that’s fun, but I plan on watching lots of stuff when I finally go on break.

12. when did I create my blog: Oh gosh, it hasn’t been long, actually. I made this blog on October 7th of this year...so I guess happy belated two months to me.

13. what do i post: Okay so I write about BTS, so there’s that, and I mostly reblog pictures and stuff about them, with some Red Velvet, Sunmi, and Taemin mixed in there honestly.

14. last thing i googled: I googled the lyrics to a song because...I wanted to use one of the lines as a title and I ended up NOT doing that but hey, it’s all good.

15. do i have any other blogs: I have two, actually. A personal blog that’s an aesthetic trash dump and I have another writing blog but it’s about 5 Seconds of Summer and honestly, I was thinking of deleting that one and just...making a blog for my writing in general but I’m not sure honestly.

16. do I get asks: I don’t really get them, the ones I do get are my friends dicking around about Expensive Girl cause they know I loathe that song...so much...and then sometimes I get requests, like once in a blue moon. But, as for like people actually talking to me....not really...

17. why I chose my url: Buckle up, this is a mediocre story about my URL. So, I wanted to include Suga in there somewhere because...well he was my bias and like he still is but like...Namjoon. ANYWAY, so I wanted to do something cute and I was like, “Shit, there’s not any cute ones that are free with Suga in it.” and then I suddenly thought of the word ‘shit’ itself, and then the Madagascar movie, the first one, and then it hit me: suga-honey-icedtea. Shit. Cause that’s literally what this fucking band makes me say 95% of the time.

18. following: 163 wonderful blogs :)

19. followers: 131 and I’m thankful for each one of you!

21. average hours of sleep: On a good night, I get maybe 5 or 6, not because I wake up a lot or something, I just stay up late doing...nothing important at all.

22. lucky number: 3, 13, or 33.

23. instruments: I’ve played the flute for 8 years now, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon I just...gotta get it back from my friend...

24. what am i wearing: Do you really want to know? Ugh, well, I’m wearing a pair of black sweat pants, an old high school shirt, and I feel gross but I’m like half awake and just glad I don’t have to go outside tomorrow.

26. dream job: I want to be an author, like George R.R. Martin, or even J.K. Rowling. I’d love to just have people love my writing everywhere and adore it so much, a really dream.

27. dream trip: I want to travel the world, visit as many capital cities as I can and just...take all the pictures cause please.

28. favourite food: I have too many to list, seriously I love food so much. I can tell you I’m craving Chinese food right now, like I’ve been without Panda Express for like two weeks now.

29. nationality: I’m so white, honestly: english, irish, scottish, welsh, french, german, italian, i think like russian or something. Just...very white and very bland.

30. fave song: It’s always changing and I always have several at once but right now, it’s Martini Blue by DPR LIVE and shedontknowbutsheknows by Tove Lo

#well this has been a thing #dig in y'all #personal #about me

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fangirlfanwritings · 7 years ago

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Richard Madden Request

Hi cutie can you please make an Imagine with Richard Madden? Like Lily James introduces her to Richard who later invites her to dinner in a restaurant and later he asks her to became his wife and they marry and then they expecting their first child? 😊

Hi I love your blog so much 😭 could you please make a Richard Madden imagine? Like the girl is a big fan of game of thrones and she goes to Glatsonbury fesival with her best friends and there she meet Richard ( I want an awkward but cute meeting please 😂) and also Kit and Alfie and they sympathize and spend the rest of the festival together with their friends + Richard and the girl develop a mutual crush and Richard proposes to her at the end of the festival to see again because he likes her

AN: a little swearing and I made up the movie title. I also attached links to stuff I envisioned in the store!

You walked with Lily down the long paths of grass towards the tents selling food, drinks, and thrifty shirts. “Ugh,” you groaned, “look how long these lines are.”

“Miserable,” Lily scoffed. “It might be easier if we split up. I’ll get us cute shirts and the cotton candy if you get the hotdogs and beer.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I’ll meet you back at our tent.” She turned to leave but quickly turned back to you. “Don’t forget my friends are meeting us in half an hour at our tent. Don’t be late!”

“With this line,” you gestures, “we’ll see.”

So there you were, in a long line filled with people in their hippy concert attire waiting to get two hot dogs and two extra large beers.

18 minutes went by and you finally got to the front. “What can I get you,” the gruff voice of the man working asked. You leaned against the bar, eager to take some pressure off your feet, and waited for your order. After getting your average size hand around the non-averagely large beers you used the other to carry the hot dogs and made your way to your and Lily’s tent. You were about 20 yards away from the food tent when, as you passed by a tent, a dark haired stranger came from the other side and plowed right into your side sending one of the drinks toppling over your arm, your legs, and the ground. “Shit,” the deep voice said. “I am so sorry,” you both looked at the fallen drink on the ground.

You took a deep breath and got yourself together. “It’s ok. I can get another one later.”

“No, I am so sorry.” You looked up and met the blue eyes you had seen on HBO many times before. “I have somewhere I have to be but please let me give you some cash.”

“No, thank you really, but it’s ok.”

“I insist. Those are like 8 euros,” he fished out his wallet quickly and handed you money. “Please...”

“Y/N.” Reluctantly you accepted and shoved the money into your small pockets. “Thank you, Richard.” He looked surprised. “I’m a bit of a Game of Thrones fan and I’ve seen Cinderella a couple times. I actually have to get going also, have to meet up with my friend back at our tent.”

“It was nice to meet you Y/N,” he grinned. “Sorry again about your drink.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You were ready to leave and run back to tell Lily about how you met her co-worker who she knew you had a celebrity crush on. On second thought you thought you shouldn’t mention that to Lily until after the festival was over since she had been trying to get the two of you to meet since she learned about your little crush. But, as you went to walk towards your tent, Richard seemed to follow you.

“Oh,” you both awkwardly laughed, “you’re off this way too?” You nodded and the two of you kept walking, figuring one of you would branch off soon. But with every step the two of you continued to take together you it became clear you were stuck together for a while.

“So...are you enjoying the festival so far?”

“Um, yeah,” you were caught off guard that he was actually talking to you. “You?”

“So far, yeah.” You two kept awkward conversation going as well as awkward glances since the two of you kept walking in the same direction. You saw your bright pink tent with blue door flaps nearing and were both sad and relieved. Sad that your walk would soon be over but relieved that this awkward meeting would be over.

You stopped towards the side of your tent and shrugged with an awkward grin, “This is me. Maybe I’ll catch you later.”

“This is your tent? Really,” he chuckled unbelievingly.

“Yes. Why?” Just then Lily popped her head out and smiled, “Y/N, you’ve found Richard! Come on in.”

“You’re Lily’s friend,” you both said at the same time then laughed. Another familiar face stepped out of the tent and you recognized him as Jon Snow, aka Kit Harrington, “Come on it, we bought more drinks!”

*End of the concert*

The concert came to an end and you, Lily, Kit, Alfie, and Richard walked towards the cars that were picking both your groups up. As the group neared Richard stopped and called your name. “Y/N.” You turned around and halted with him.

“We’ll wait for you guys,” Lily grinned and turned with the boys to walk towards the cars.

“What’s up, Rich?”

“I had a lot of fun with you and I’d like to see you again,” he said quickly. “Next Saturday at 7, dinner? I’ll pick you up.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

His eyes gleamed, “I am.”

“Then I’ll see you next Saturday.”

*3 years later*

You laughed your heart out at the dumb little joke Richard had tried to tell but had failed at since he mess up the punch line. After both your laughters died down a little he sighed and grinned at you. “I’m surprised that after three years you still find my awful humor this funny.”

“What can I say. It still gets me everytime.”

His face turned from goofy to happily serious. “You remember the first time we came here?” You looked around at the fancy rooftop restaurant you two were sat at.

“I do,” you nodded remembering the night fondly. “We came to celebrate you getting that big script for Not Just Another Night and I spent all night trying to subtly convince you that we should get a dog.”

“Subtly,” he scoffed. “You were anything but subtle that night. You ordered the lasagna and compared it to, something like, how some dogs have layered fur. And we got red wine and you mentioned how dogs can’t have grapes.”

“Ok, so maybe not so subtle but we did we do the next morning?”

“We went and adopted Ned.”

“We went and adopted Ned,” you grinned at your win and thought of the dalmatian that you and Rich had named after his faux father.

“This is one of my favorite places; you know that?”

“Why’s that?”

“Because that was one of my favorite nights with you, that was what led us to getting Ned, and this is the place where I asked you to marry me.” You stopped swirling your drink as his last words registered in your ears.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” he put a hand in his jacket pocket and brought out a red velvet box, “this is the place where I asked you to marry me. And, hopefully, you end up saying ‘Yes.’” He opened the box to show you the gorgeous ring inside. “I’ve loved you since I spilt beer on you at Glastonbury, and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. Make me the luckiest man on Earth and marry me.”

“Yes,” you blinked back the happy tears in your ears.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!” You struggled to keep from leaping across the table as he slid the ring on your finger.

*Wedding Day*

The reception was in full swing when a slow song took over the dance floor. You were standing over in by the tables talking with some of your guests when a hand snaked against your waist. “Mind if I have this dance with my beautiful bride?” You turned and grinned at your husband’s voice. Husband...that’s a word you could definitely get used to.

Your guest’s let you go and watched as you and Richard walked hand and hand to the dance floor. “I meant what I said. You look beyond beautiful.” You looked down at your dress and smiled.

“I’m glad you think so because this dress wasn’t cheap,” you smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder, swaying to the beat of the music. “We’re married,” you said in awe with your eyes closed.

“We are,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good.”

*5 months later*

You sat on the couch with the TV on and your laptop on your lap, mindlessly listening to the noise of the TV and staring at the computer screen that hadn’t changed in 10 minutes. You were just eager for Richard to get home. The familiar sound of keys jingling outside your front door sounded and you made yourself look busy. When you heard the door open you called out, “Hey babe!” You heard him kick his shoes off and walk towards you. He leaned over and kissed your cheek from behind the couch.

“Evening beautiful. I’m going to grab a drink, want anything?”

“I’m ok, thanks.” You tried to act normal and closed your computer when Richard came on the couch and sat by you. “How was your day?”

“Great. Busy. Yours?”

“Average.” Ned, who had been waiting on the floor for Richard to pet him, finally had enough of waiting and hopped up. Ned lept on the couch and stood over your husband.

“Hey buddy,” he rubbed him and you waited for the clink of his collar tags to catch his Dad’s attention. After what you felt was too much time, you gave up on being subtle. “Hey, check Ned’s tags. I feel like he needs new ones soon.” You saw him reach for the collar and heard him stop moving suddenly.

“Y/N…” He peered over Ned and smiled at you. “Does this mean what I think it means?” You smiled and nodded your head as he looked back at the pacifier you had hanging with Ned’s tags on his collar. “I’m going to be a dad?”

“You’re going to be a dad.”

#richard madden imagine #richard madden imagines #richard madden request

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avengerofyourheart · 8 years ago

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For the Love of My Life- Part 1

Characters: reader, Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets.

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: drinking and sex mentions, fluff, mention of death, bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,278

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Part 2 (of 2) will be posted tomorrow or the next day, I promise! It just got way too long. Oops. :D

Tags are at the bottom

Part Two>>>

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“Cleo….my darling, lovely Cleo. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” the man asked in earnest, hope shining in his eyes.

Arm draped over your eyes as you lie on the couch, you lifted it to see the man on one knee before you. Your eyes briefly flitted to the small velvet box in his hand.

“No,” deadpan expression upon your face.

“What?”

“I said ‘no’. For the fourth time, no I will not marry you, Tony!”

“Why not? And please, call me Antony.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“Because I don’t love you and you don’t love me! And stop calling me Cleo! For the last time, I am Y/N, you are Tony Stark. We are co-stars in a fictional play on Broadway where we pretend to love each other. We’re actors! And while I appreciate your dedication to the role, we are NOT in love and you need to STOP proposing to me!” you cried out in exasperation, swinging your feet down to meet the floor.

“I think you’re wrong. I think you do love me,” Tony protested, combing fingers through his close-cropped dark hair while rising to his feet.

“I think you’re delusional. We complement each other well and yes, we are convincing on stage. But it really is just pretend. You’ve gotta let it go. Besides, what about Pepper?”

“Who?”

You huffed a sigh, “Pepper Potts? Your girlfriend? Poor girl who fell for your nonsense the last play you two were in together?”

“Oh…right,” his brow furrowed in remembrance.

“Yeah. Go see her. We have the next two days off. Take a break from the theater district for once and try to be an actual person rather than a character, mmkay?” you stood, turning him around and giving him a shove toward the door. He wasn’t even ready yet and the curtain rose in half an hour. The man was only half in costume and still needed a shave, something he complained about constantly since he couldn’t keep his beloved goatee for the role.

Once he was gone, you collapsed into the chair in front of the vanity, lighted mirror showing makeup smudges upon your weary face. A few days off was exactly what you needed, too. The play had opened 7 weeks ago to good reviews and attendance had climbed steadily since then. Seeing your name on Playbills and a billboard in Time Square never failed to thrill you.

After making it to New York, you auditioned steadily while working the usual waitress and retail jobs to get by. It was a tough business, but you stuck it out and finally you had arrived. You were an understudy in a few plays before getting steady, supporting roles. Now this current project was your third major Broadway play and your first in a leading role. “MARK & CLEO, starring Tony Stark and Y/N (Y/L/N)” lit up the marquee outside the theater, a flutter rising in your stomach each time you saw it.

Tony’s confusion wasn’t entirely his fault, at least when it came to the character’s name and personality. He was Mark Antony to your Cleopatra, but in modern times. Hence, Mark and Cleo. There were dream sequences in the play that took place in Ancient Egypt, which were Tony’s favorite and now he required the entire cast to call him Antony. Ridiculous man. Since you only knew him in this role, you weren’t sure if the role just fit him perfectly or if he was so method that he had completely embodied the character in real life. Either way, he was losing it. The time apart would do you both good.

The matinee earlier today had gone well, now you just had the evening show and then freedom! After fixing your smudged makeup, you attached your wig securely and then slipped on your robe to grab your first costume from the seamstress. It had needed mending after someone stepped on your gown’s train during the matinee. Dress in hand, you returned to your dressing room and shut the door to change when a warm body pressed up against your back, arms circling around your waist.

“Well, this is a surprise,” you whispered as he peppered kisses onto your neck and bare shoulders pulling the collar of your robe down to expose more skin.

“Mmm. I missed you,” he murmured, hands caressing over and under your silky robe. You reached backward, fingers tangling in his long chestnut strands

You released a quiet whine, “Bucky…there’s not enough time. I have to be on stage in 15.”

“I know,” he pouted, turning you around to face him. “But I’ll take what I can get,” he smirked, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was quick but passionate, tongues wrestling and hands grasping, leaving you both fighting for breath. Finally you kicked him out with promises of a continuation later so you could finish getting ready and clear your mind before stepping out on stage.

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A flawless show, second curtain call and standing ovation left you riding high as you floated back to your dressing room. First thought was unstrapping from your dress so you could finally breathe again. Upon entrance, you saw on your vanity a dozen gorgeous red roses in a crystal vase. Bucky wasn’t the romantic type, so you curiously plucked the card out and flicked the small envelope open with one finger. Seeing the familiar scrawl flew your eyes wide, heart almost stopping entirely as you read it.

Y/N,

Been a long time. You were phenomenal. I knew you would be. Have some time for an old friend? I’ll be waiting outside.

Steve

Reading it a second, third, and fourth time, you waited for the words to sink in. He was here. Letting the shock wear off, you stuffed the card in your bag and changed out of wardrobe and into jeans and a hoodie, hair pulled away from your face. A good scrubbing to get the stage makeup off and you were almost unrecognizable from your character. You gathered your bags and headed out the stage door toward the street. Much to your delight and surprise, there were a dozen or so fans waiting for you to sign their Playbill. You spent a few minutes signing and talking, a few pictures taken in selfie mode with you. Tony exited shortly after and the crowd went wild, so you were able to slip away.

About 50 feet up the street, there he stood. Steve Rogers. He looked every bit as handsome as you remembered, if not more so: dishwater blond hair cut short on the sides but a little long on top, ever the rogue strands wandering down his forehead. Bright blue eyes above a chiseled jaw, that boyish smile making your stomach do a somersault or two. Not to mention his muscular chest and bulging biceps, all barely contained by a button-up dark blue dress shirt with black slacks and a dark leather jacket. Damn, he looked good. Suddenly you felt very underdressed.

“Steve, hi,” you greeted him, nervous smile upon your face.

“Hi, Y/N,” he grinned, quickly bringing you into a hug. With slight hesitation, you finally returned it before he pulled away and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Wow, it’s been a while. I haven’t seen you in, what…”

“…three years,” he finished your thought. “You look amazing. And that play? Wow. You were incredible, really.” Dazzling, pearly white teeth shone bright under the street lights.

“Thank you,” you felt your cheeks warm. “You look great, too. I’m, uh…I’m really surprised to see you. How did you know about the show?”

“Your mom told my mom, who told me. You know how it is,” he shrugged.

“Right. Um…what brought you to the city?”

“A friend’s wedding this weekend. Listen…are you free for a cup of coffee or something? I’d love to catch up.”

“Tonight? Uh…” you trailed off as you spotted Bucky round the corner from the front of the theater. He stopped short to see you with someone. “I can’t tonight. How long are you in town?”

“A few more days. Could I call you? Or something?” he asked, uncertain.

“Sure. Same number, if you still have it.”

“I do. I’ll be in touch. And congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it. Really,” he held your gaze, then pulling you in for another short hug before he crossed the street with a wave.

Heading the opposite direction, you met up with Bucky as he fell into step with you.

“Who was that?” he gestured behind you with a jerk of his head.

“Old friend.”

“Old flame?”

“Why? You jealous?” you teased, bumping him with your shoulder.

He scoffed, “No.”

Once you were away from the theater, he slung an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple as you walked. Your mind wandered back to your conversation with Steve, trying to process seeing him again and what it might mean that he sought you out. Bucky must have been talking without receiving a response because he snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. It’s just…Tony proposed to me today,” you diverted the subject.

“Again? Man. That guy is certifiable. What the hell. I know his name raises ticket sales, but..” he trailed off with a shake of his head, then returning to the conversation you had spaced out during previously.

Things with Bucky were casual. He was an actor as well, currently as a foot soldier in the Ancient Egypt scenes and a few other small parts throughout the rest of the play. You noticed the handsome brunette with stormy grey eyes early on in rehearsals, but one night the cast went for drinks which led to more drinks, which led to stumbling past his roommates while clinging to each other and having drunken sex in his room before passing out. Not your finest moment, but there were better, sober times after that.

You weren’t officially together and you preferred to keep it quiet, so the cast didn’t know. It is what it is, you thought as he followed you up to your apartment. Your roommate had left a note that she’d be back in a few days so you had the place to yourself. Bucky relieved you of your bags and gripped you with a hand on each hip, pulling you close.

“You were incredible tonight,” he captured your lips, hands slipping under your shirt. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you. I might’ve missed a mark or two because of you…”

“Mmm,” you sighed as his lips caressed your collarbone. “You distracted me during the farewell scene. Almost forgot my line.”

He chuckled, recalling the moment when he brushed past you closer than usual and pinched your behind. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll have to return the favor one of these days,” you grinned, gripping his magnificent butt cheeks with both hands. Next moment, he was kissing you in earnest as he walked you toward your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake.

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Waking to a brush of fingertips on your bare back followed by kisses, you allowed yourself a lazy morning making love and cuddling until growling stomachs forced you both out of bed. Bucky made breakfast while you showered. Towel-drying your hair, you heard your phone ring and swiped to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N. It’s Steve.”

“Oh, hi,” you replied, temporarily frozen in your task.

“Are you available tonight? Maybe for dinner?”

“Let’s me see…” you searched your mind, first of all if you had any previously obligations but also to decide if this was even a good idea. “Um…yeah…I think I can do that. Where and when?”

“8 o’clock? I’ll pick a restaurant and text you the details, sound good?”

“Sure. I’ll see you then,” you hung up the phone to see Bucky in the doorway, still only in his boxers.

“Plans tonight?” he asked, his tone casual but a current of tension flowed underneath.

“Uh huh.”

“Who with?”

“That, um…old friend from last night.”

“Oh,” he responded, slipping on a pair of sweats and pulling the draw string to tighten the waist. “What’re you two doing?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you avoided the subject.

Arms crossed over his bare muscular chest, he met your gaze, “What if…what if I want to worry about it?” Insecurity was etched on his handsome features.

You let out a sigh, “Buck, don’t do this. Let’s just enjoy the first real day we’ve had off in weeks, okay?”

He nodded, pulling you into his side for a squeeze and then ushering you toward the kitchen, following the delicious smells wafting from it.

After breakfast the rest of the day was spent catching up on ridiculous tv shows and playing video games. It was nice to have no real obligations, doing nothing or anything you wanted. You ordered Chinese for lunch and neither of you left the couch most of the day. Around 6, you headed to your bedroom and started looking for an outfit to wear to dinner. Bucky took it as a sign to leave. He ducked his head in, clearly wanting to know more about this evening but holding back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he questioned.

“Sure. Today was fun,” you smiled, pecking a kiss on his lips. He lingered a moment before slipping on a jacket and heading out the door. You knew there would be more discussion about this later, but right now you focused on tonight.

At 7:58, you stepped in the door of the restaurant Steve had picked, slipping out of your coat, which the hostess took, and searching the restaurant for the familiar blond. He raised a hand and you headed his way. Standing, he rounded the table to pull out your chair and you sat.

“Thanks for coming. You look great, Y/N,” he smiled, rubbing damp palms on his thighs. Apparently he was nervous as well.

You cleared your throat, “You look very handsome as well.” Apparently all either of you could do was awkwardly compliment each other. To your defense, he was dressed in a navy blue suit with a white button-up shirt this time but no tie, leaving a few buttons open showing his tanned collarbone. It was a good look.

Surprisingly, dinner went smoothly. Drinks and entrees were selected, then you began with an appetizer Steve had ordered before you arrived to tide you over. Conversation flowed as you both caught each other up on the past few years of your life as well as family occurrences. You and Steve grew up together, going to the same junior high and high school and aware of each other, but not running in the same circles.

Not until you ran into him at college did you even know they both were attending the same school once again. In the middle of your Sophomore year, he finally asked you out and you dated steadily for the rest of college. He was pre-Med and you were a theater Major with a minor in psychology. Many found that strange but you discovered it helped you flesh out characters if you understood their motivation and mental state. Easier to slip into their shoes.

A few months before graduation, your father passed away unexpectedly, throwing your entire life for a loop. You considered postponing for a semester, but instead decided that school was the best distraction so you threw all your energy into your classes. Unfortunately, that singular focus also included letting things slide with Steve.

He acknowledged the elephant in the room when dessert was brought to the table, per his suggestion.

“Y/N…I know we’ve been dancing around the subject all night and I don’t want to ruin the evening, but I just wanted to say…I’m so sorry about how I approached everything. I should have known you weren’t ready for that and…”

“No, no,” you interrupted, “I should have been more open with you. I had such tunnel vision that I didn’t communicate, so you had no way of knowing,” you confessed.

He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, “I just…I wanted you to have something good. Something happy to focus on after working so hard and after your dad….I should have known it was too much.”

Setting down your fork, you kept your gaze on your plate. “I wanted to say yes,” you spoke in a whisper. “I…I loved you. I just couldn’t plan a future when I was barely holding on to the present. I am sorry that I hurt you, though,” you finished, finally meeting his eyes

He gave a sad smile, letting the moment settle as your mind flitted to the memories of that day.

You came home from a long day of studying for finals, opening the door to your shared apartment to see a trail of rose petals scattered along the wooden floor. You should have known then what was happening, but you followed the petals to the living room filled with candles and dozens of red roses with Steve in the middle, down on one knee with a gorgeous but modest diamond ring in hand. It should have been one of your happiest and most exciting moments, but instead you collapsed into tears muttering over and over, “I can’t, I can’t…” until Steve felt so guilty that he just held you until you calmed down.

You knew things wouldn’t be the same after that, so you finished school, graduated quietly without attending the ceremony and moved to New York alone less than a week later. You had broken Steve’s heart along with your own, but the pain hit you later once you were settled into the crowded and yet somehow lonely big city. He was the one that got away and you knew it. About a year later, you wanted to reach out and possibly fix things, but you heard through mutual friends that he was seeing someone. You had missed your chance. Late for the love of your life. So you did your best to move on.

After Steve insisted on paying the bill for dinner, he offered to split a cab but you preferred walking. Besides, you apartment wasn’t far away. You strolled beside Steve at a leisurely pace, enjoying his company. He told you about his residency at a prestigious hospital in Boston while you shared stories about how much you loved being on stage and the funny antics that often happened behind the scenes. You both laughed hysterically at the time when the trap door wouldn’t open so Tony just dropped to the floor and slithered off stage on his belly like a snake. Arriving outside your apartment, you stalled before the stairs, then turning around to face Steve.

“I had a great time, Y/N. It was really good seeing you,” he grinned, fidgeting with hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, this was fun.”

Steve paused before speaking, unsure how to proceed. “Y/N…is there any way…could I see you again before I leave?” he blurted the last part before he lost his nerve.

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I’ll be in touch. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you echoed as he pulled you into a lingering hug. He smelled amazing, like Old spice aftershave with an undertone of fresh linen. He watched you climb the stairs and step inside before walking away, your heart rate beginning to slow at last.

Part 2>>>

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Oh, my goodness!! Please let me know your thoughts on this! I’ve been so excited to share it. Part 2 will definitely be up in the next couple days! I’m also working on another fic based on a different Lumineers song cause I’m obsessed apparently. :D Thank you all so much for your support and patience. I love each and every one of you!!

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