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ix. like the sun || all my love

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” - Anna Karenina; Leo Tolstoy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Summary: ynsteve go on a date. well they do date things. but it's not a date. it's really not. Warnings: food mentions, Christmas mention in august(?) (i know not everyone celebrates it, but i was inspired by many hallmark movies and dash&lily on netflix) Word Count: 4.3k A/N: sorry i've been gone... but big news! I'm moving to south korea next week! crazy, i know.

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It wasn’t long before the colorful November breezes slipped into an unforgiving winter, the icy bite of the cold dulled down only by the warm glow of lights hung on every tree and paper cups filled with hot chocolate. Arguably, it was the best time of the year. Arguably, it was also the worst.

“So why couldn’t you walk yourself to the cafe that’s two blocks from our house?” The annoyed voice who sat beside you asked. He leaned forward towards the wheel, trying his best to see through the foggy windshield.

You rolled your eyes at his question, gesturing to the frosty weather outside. “It’s literally freezing,” you retorted. “And you think I would willingly choose to brave the cold when I have you and you have a car and a heater?”

Bucky relented with a sigh. “I guess you have a point,” he glanced quickly at your bundled up figure in the passenger’s seat. “Speaking of, are you warm enough?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, popping up the collar of your coat. “I put on nearly every sweater I have in my closet.”

He let out a laugh beside you as he turned into the parking lot of the cafe and pulled into a spot near the entrance. “Will you need a ride home?” he asked before unlocking the car doors.

You shook your head no. “I think me and Steve and Wanda have plans, so Steve said he’d come pick me up later. I’ll see you at home,” you replied before shutting the door, nearly missing the hint of disappointment on Bucky’s face as you did.

“Wait,” you heard him call behind you before you made it any farther. You walked back to the passenger’s side window which was now rolled down, Bucky’s cheeks turning pink as the cold entered the car. “Take this, I heard tonight’s going to be windy.” He pulled off his scarf and handed it to you before waving goodbye. You couldn’t help but smile at his gesture and pulled the scarf on a bit higher to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks as you watched him drive away. You made sure to note the smell of his cologne that lingered on the soft fabric as you walked toward the entrance.

As you opened up the door into the cafe, you were immediately greeted by the warm and familiar smell of baked goods and coffee with the chime of the bell. Although it seemed a little more crowded than usual, with people ordering their hot drinks to take with them on their holiday shopping, a friendly wave caught your attention and you were relieved to see Wanda had found a table.

She immediately greeted you with a grin and stood up to welcome you with a hug before sitting down across from you. “I got you some tea,” she gestured to the steaming mug in front of you. “I wasn’t sure what kind, but when I told them your name they told me they knew your order.” She raised an eyebrow at you as she took a sip from her own mug.

You couldn’t help the warmth that crept up your cheeks. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Me and Bucky are regulars here,” you explained.

“You and Bucky, huh?” Wanda teased. “How is that by the way? I feel like you haven’t talked about him as much lately.”

“It’s… good,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s just weird to talk about him around Steve. After that night my dad came to visit, he gets so visibly uncomfortable if I even mention Bucky. So I just don’t.”

Wanda hummed as she processed your thoughts. “I wish I could tell you more, but it’s not my place,” she apologized.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I get it. I just wish he would talk to me. We used to never keep secrets from each other, but now it feels like that’s all there is between us.”

“Look,” Wanda began with a gentle voice. “I know I told you I was hanging out with you and Steve today… but I’m not.”

“What? Why not?” you asked in surprise. “We always go Christmas shopping together.”

Wanda looked down at her mug, feeling apologetic for not coming along. “I think it’s better if I sit this one out,” she answered. “We can go together some other time this week, but I think you and Steve should hang out today.”

Before you could protest against Wanda’s suggestion, a quiet series of pings on her phone drew both your attention to new messages from Steve.

“Well?” you pushed Wanda who kept looking back and forth between you and the phone, unsure of whether or not she should check it. “What did he say?”

She grabbed the phone and read the messages before looking back up at you with a rueful smile and standing up to grab her coat that was hung on the back of her chair. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” she gave you a tight hug before pulling away to hold both your shoulders. “Remember, I said nothing, and uh… you two have fun. Tell Steve I said he’s a dumbass.” And with that last sentiment, she headed for the door, her mug of coffee still full and pastry uneaten. However, it wasn’t long before the door chimed once again, and a bundled up Steve walked in with a scarf pulled up in an attempt to shield his now rosy cheeks from the brisk wind outside.

Steve scanned around the coffee shop until he saw your figure at the table and a warm smile of relief found its way onto his face. In less than five minutes, your previous coffee date was replaced by Steve, who sat down in Wanda’s place and immediately took a sip out of the mug she had left behind. He let out a scowl of disgust as the taste hit him and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” you asked playfully.

“Wanda ordered me a black coffee,” he explained. As if on cue, his phone chimed with a message from Wanda. “She said I didn’t deserve any sugar in my coffee because I’m a dumbass.” Steve rolled his eyes at the message before setting down his phone.

“Right,” you mused. “She did ask me to let you know that you are indeed a dumbass. But why specifically is she calling you one today?”

Steve looked away and you swear you could see his ever-present smile falter just a little bit before he answered. “Oh, you know… just Wanda being Wanda.” Although the answer wasn’t enough to pacify you, you figured Steve would tell you when he was ready so instead you changed the subject, curious about his life in the last few weeks since you’ve seen him.

“I feel like we haven’t hung out in ages,” you complained, taking a sip from your own mug.

“We really haven’t,” Steve agreed. “That’s why I planned today.” The giddy smile on his face piqued your curiosity and had you wondering what he was up to.

“Oh?” you mused. “Planned, you say?”

Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of notebook paper, which looked like it had been crumpled and folded many times in his front pocket, and laid it out in between both of you on the table. On the paper was a numbered list of various activities, most of which you recognized as things you and Steve had always wanted to do during the holidays. The last item on the list caught your eye.

“Letters to Santa?” you questioned with a smile. Steve nodded as he pulled the list back from you, folding it along the well marked creases and returning it to his pocket.

“Duh,” he smiled. “What kind of holiday outing would it be without letters to Santa? So should we get started?”

Usually, most people hate being in the mall around this time of year. The oversaturation of advertisements in every shop window, the mass of terrible drivers trying to weave through overfilled parking lots, and the hoards of people that filled the halls were enough to ruin the holiday spirit. But today, the mid-morning was filled with the smell of pine and gingerbread and the sound of popular holiday music over the speakers and you were glad to be here with Steve.

“Who’s the first person on the list?” Steve asked, looking over as you began to list down names of people to buy gifts for on your phone.

“Wanda,” you replied. “She told me she didn’t want anything, but I wanted to get her something funny.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully as he paused in front of an eclectic looking gift shop. “What about one of those?” He pointed eagerly at a pair of slippers shaped like rubber fish and you swatted at him, trying to hold back your own laughter. “Come on, it’s good right?”

You rolled your eyes before walking into the store to make your purchase. Wanda would hate it, but she would also love it. Gifts to Wanda were always easy, as your goal in mind was always to get a laugh out of her. The other people on your list however, your newfound friends through Bucky, were much more difficult to pick for, until Steve assured you that similar to Wanda, laughter was the way to go.

At the mall food court with full shopping bags filling the empty seats beside you, you and Steve found yourselves taking a well-deserved lunch break after all your shopping. As you sat together eating your food, you began to check your list, noting that there were only two names left: Steve and Bucky.

“What do you want for Christmas, Steve?” you asked. Unlike Wanda, Steve was a little bit more difficult to buy gifts for. He was one of those people who were happy with anything, so you felt an even bigger need to constantly surprise him. However, after the last few months, you found it even more difficult to decide what to get him.

Expecting him to reply with his typical answer, “I’ll be happy with anything you give me,” you were surprised when he answered you directly. “A picture frame,” he answered decisively.

“A picture frame?” You echoed in surprise. “That’s it? Why?” Steve let out a chuckle at the confused look on your face.

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m feeling sentimental, I suppose.”

You nodded in acknowledgement as you thought about what to do next. “Let’s go to an antique store,” you suggested.

“An antique store?” Steve questioned. “For a picture frame?”

You nodded in reply as you explained to him. “I feel like getting a used picture frame is a lot more sentimental than just grabbing one from a random store, don’t you think?” You looked at the thoughtful look on his face as you continued. “It’s used, but in the best way. Someone else’s memories were in there before. It’s like you’re adding to the history.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Antique store it is.”

You don’t know how long you spent in the nearby antique store looking at knick-knacks and the like before you finally found the perfect frame for Steve – a beautifully ornate and embellished gold picture frame. “I feel bad that you know your gift from me,” you said as you put the frame into the basket you were holding. “It’s not a surprise anymore.”

“That’s not completely true,” Steve disagreed. “You don’t know what I’m gonna put inside it.” You nodded with a pout, relenting to his logic. “It’ll be a surprise… for you mostly. The frame is for me, but the real gift is your reaction to what I’ll frame.” He gave you a playful nudge as the two of you lazily wandered through the aisles towards the cash register.

As you walked through the shelves of mismatched knick-knacks and books, the glint of gold embellishment hidden behind a collection of postcards caught your eye, making you come to a pause to check it out. You reached out to feel that the glimmering gold was embedded on a book and as you pulled it out, a small gasp escaped your lips. You had found the perfect gift for Bucky.

Happy with your purchases, you and Steve happily made your way to the next stop on your bucket list – ice skating. It was one of the things you had always wanted to do with Steve and Wanda, but Steve always argued against it, believing that he was too clumsy to learn how to ice skate. Honestly, you were surprised that he agreed to it even now.

“I thought you were deathly afraid of ice skating?” You questioned as the two of you sat down on the bench to put your ice skates on. You looked over at him expecting to see him with fear in his eyes but you were surprised to see nothing but a smug smirk on his eyes as he finished tying up his laces.

“I am,” he confessed. “But what’s the point of life if you don’t do something terrifying every once in a while?” Honestly, it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“Huh,” you mused as you nodded at his response. “That’s a fresh take coming from someone who refuses to go to a haunted house with me.”

“I can’t be completely predictable all the time,” he laughed as he grabbed onto the bar on the wall to help himself up. “Let’s go?” He reached out his hand and helped you up, not letting go as the two of you made it onto the slick ice.

Ice skating was all the fun you imagined it would be, even with all the laughs, falls, and bruises. Once the two of you managed to get the hang of it, you found yourself gliding slowly across the ice with Steve still holding onto you for dear life. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted with pinks and oranges, a glimpse of warmth before the day slipped into a frosty indigo. This is… nice, you found yourself thinking. Bucky would enjoy this. Before you realized it, a sigh escaped your lips.

You looked up at Steve who had his eyes trained on the falling sun and seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. For the first time in the many years you’ve been friends, you couldn’t help but feel how far away he felt, even though he was right next to you.

“Steve?” you asked quietly, unsure of what you were even about to ask.

“Hmm?” he responded with a hum, his blue eyes still trained on the horizon. When you didn’t respond immediately, he looked down at you in concern. “You okay?”

You smiled and nodded before looking away from him. There are some walls that don’t need to be torn down with force, you decided. No matter how tall, all walls will eventually crumble and fall on their own, but until that happens, you would be sitting on that wall with a bird’s eye view of the sunset. The wall will fall, but in its own time.

So instead, you pulled Steve for one last lap, egging him on for a race.

Once the sun had set and after a much needed hot chocolate break, Steve led you to a nearby village made of small houses made of plastic and warm Christmas lights, with very tall elves offering cookies every few feet.

“Welcome to the North Pole,” a cheerful elf greeted the two of you as you walked under the canopy of red and green lights. “Santa’s workshop is just straight ahead, the North Pole office to your left on Gum Drop Lane and the Sugar Plum Cafe on your right. Happy holiday!”

The two of you thanked the elf and walked down the streets, covered in fake snow and giant pieces of plastic candy. “Wow I can’t believe this has been in our city this whole time and we’ve never been here.”

Steve shrugged as he waved back at an elf. “Well I mean to be fair, this place is literally designed for small children.”

“We can be small children for a day,” you suggested as you looked up at the tall boy who raised an eyebrow at you. “Or relatively large children I suppose.” Steve chuckled as he playfully shoved you before pointing at a nearby building.

“Well, I did promise that we would write letters to Santa,” he said as he extended his arm to usher you towards the building.

Inside, the building, which was more of a small room, was designed to look like a cozy log cabin with decorations and giant stamps and ribbons lining the walls. Throughout the room, many tables were set up with various types of stationery paper, pens, markers, crayons, stamps, and envelopes and kids could be seen at each table excited to write out their lists for Santa. An elf walked up to you and Steve to explain how everything works.

“So you write your letter here, and usually we deliver them to Santa for you, but on this special occasion, you’ll be allowed to deliver them to Santa yourself,” you didn’t miss the wink the elf sent to Steve or the way he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Oh?” you asked in amusement. “Special occasion, huh?” You nudged at Steve who coughed in reply. The elf took her leave after escorting the two of you to an empty table. Once out of earshot, you immediately let out your laughter. “What did you tell the elves?”

“I told them I was going to propose tonight,” he looked down with a chuckle. “I thought it would be more special if we could give them to Santa ourselves, but they said that was only part of the proposal package.”

You laughed at his confession. “Proposal package? Who knew the North Pole was so commercialized?” Steve rolled his eyes as he slid a piece of paper in front of you to change the subject.

“Write your letter or whatever,” he nagged. You grabbed a bright marker and turned slightly away from Steve, feigning an excessive need for privacy as you wrote down your list of Christmas wishes.

Dear Santa,

I feel like I’m too old to be writing this letter, but why not? It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so pardon me if I’m a bit rusty but here goes…

For Christmas, what I want more than anything else this year is… is… This is a lot harder than it was when I was 5 years old. I guess that’s why grown-ups don’t write to you as much huh? What else is there to wish for? I wish for my friends to have a good year, mostly. I think that’s really it. I wish for Bucky to like the gift I got him. (Sorry I know that’s your job)

Also I wish for a new journal and new books. Thanks Santa!

By the time you had finished writing your letter, you were surprised to see Steve still writing furiously on his piece of paper. You had to admit you were curious about how he could possibly be writing so much, but you didn’t want to disrupt his flow. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone obnoxiously clearing their throat that both you and Steve turned around to see a precocious 5 year old looking at him with disappointment.

“Are you done?” He asked with an unimpressed look. “At this rate, Santa will be on his way to Brazil before I get my letter done, old man.” Steve rolled his eyes at the kid as he knelt down with a wry smile.

“I have one more sentence, kiddo,” he said with the fakest smile he could muster. “And you better watch how you talk to adults before you end up on the naughty list next year.” You watched the child scoff and roll his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as Steve exaggeratedly finished up his letter before putting it in an envelope. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away before he could cause a scene.

“Come on old man,” you teased Steve. “Let’s go see Santa.”

Upon entering Santa’s workshop, you were happy to see that the line wasn’t very long and it was only a short amount of time before you found yourselves being escorted up to Santa by an elf. “Santa, these two have chosen to deliver their letters to you personally.”

“Oh?” Santa replied before taking your letters from the two of you. “Let’s see what we have then.” He opened Steve’s first as the elf pulled the two of you off to the side.

“While Santa’s reading your letters, you can go ahead and take pictures with the Nutcrackers and Gingerbread men.” You looked over to Steve who nodded in response as the two of you got settled in the photo area to pose with people dressed in elaborate costumes. The elf taking the pictures offered each of you a copy.

“These are so cute,” you mused aloud. As you looked up, you realized Steve had left you and was back with Santa. It wasn’t long before he returned to you with a smile.

“Santa says it’s your turn,” he called to you.

The jolly old man greeted you with a smile as he handed you an envelope. “Oh, I thought you keep the letters,” you questioned.

“I do,” Santa nodded. “But this letter is for you.” You looked at him quizzingly before taking the envelope from him. It was, indeed, addressed to you. Before you could open it however, Santa put his hand over yours on the envelope, stopping you in your tracks. “It was requested that you don’t open this until you get home.”

Before you could question the request, Steve’s voice came from behind you. “You ready to go?”

Not long after that, you found yourself unlocking the front door to the Jeon home, the whole car ride passing in a blur as you pondered the contents of the letter the entire time.

"Welcome home," you heard Bucky call from the kitchen. "How was your date?" He asked quietly.

"Hmm?" You replied, not fully processing his question, still lost in thought. "It was fine." Unable to think about anything else, you rushed up to your bedroom. In the privacy of your comforter, you pulled the letter back out and took a deep breath before opening up the envelope.

To the girl who makes the sun feel like the moon,

I know what you’re thinking.

“This is supposed to be a letter to Santa,” and you’re right. Sort of. I wrote Santa a letter asking him to give this to you, and if you’re reading this right now, it means I was definitely on Santa’s nice list. (Which obviously, how could I not be, I’m kind of amazing. That made you laugh didn’t it?)

Anyway, I wrote this letter to say thank you. Not just for spending today with me, but for spending nearly every today with me since that day on the playground. You’ve spent every today with me and I’ve spent every today hoping to see you tomorrow. Is that too cliche? I’ve honestly been thinking for a few weeks how to say what I want to say… words are really hard to put together you know? I know I’m usually the one who talks too much too fast, but for once… I’m blanking. You know what? There’s no better way to say it than to say it.

I love you. I always have, I think.

If you paused after reading that, it’s okay. I had to pause after writing it. You might be wondering, “Why are you saying this to me now?” And that’s a good question. Why now? I guess it’s easier to say something to someone when they can’t say anything back. I understand now why you picked a letter to tell Bucky your feelings… this is so much less scary than saying it in person. I’m sorry. I just don’t think I could stand to see the look on your face when I tell you I’m leaving.

Yeah… I’m moving to France next month. Early admission to a fancy art school. Crazy right? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But this was something I needed to figure out on my own. Looking back on our whole friendship, I’ve been depending on you to save me from everything I couldn’t face myself. I’ve been holding onto your hand, clinging to it, afraid that if I let go… that I would fall without you or that you would walk away. But now… I think it’s time for me to let go and trust that you’ll still stand by me even if I fall.

You can thank Wanda for that one. She’s wise beyond her years, you know? We should have been asking her for advice years ago. But back to what I said… I do love you. But I think that love still has some growing to do before I can say it to you in more than just ink on paper. But don’t worry… this isn’t some dramatic confession where now I tell you that I love you and that I’m waiting for you at the airport to fly away to France with me, or to choose me over Bucky.

I’ve said all I want to say and I need to wrap it up because there’s a 5 year old behind me shooting me a death glare. But finally… I believe no matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart (Sorry… If I didn’t include a High School Musical reference, I wouldn’t be me. But the sentiment holds true.). So choose love, choose writing, and choose your happiness, like I know you want me and Wanda to do. You are brighter than sunlight, and everyone around you knows that. Like the kind of sunlight you can see even when you close your eyes.

Love you always,

Steve

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ix. (you are) like the sun || all my love

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” - Anna Karenina; Leo Tolstoy

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox f!Reader Summary: yngyu go on a date. well they do date things. but it's not a date. it's really not. the all my love christmas special Warnings: food mentions, Christmas(?) (i know not everyone celebrates it, but i was inspired by many hallmark movies and dash&lily on netflix) Word Count: 4.3k A/N: this was supposed to be a Christmas episode... oops... it's the end of January... we're in the home stretch! One more chapter until the finale!

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Wonwoo relented with a sigh. “I guess you have a point,” he glanced quickly at your bundled up figure in the passenger’s seat. “Speaking of, are you warm enough?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, popping up the collar of your coat. “I put on nearly every sweater I have in my closet.”

He let out a laugh beside you as he turned into the parking lot of the cafe and pulled into a spot near the entrance. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked before unlocking the car doors.

You shook your head no. “I think me and Mingyu and Seokmin have plans, so Mingyu said he’d come pick me up later. I’ll see you at home,” you replied before shutting the door, nearly missing the hint of disappointment on Wonwoo’s face as you did.

“Wait,” you heard him call behind you before you made it any farther. You walked back to the passenger’s side window which was now rolled down, Wonwoo’s cheeks turning pink as the cold entered the car. “Take this, I heard tonight’s going to be windy.” He pulled off his scarf and handed it to you before waving goodbye. You couldn’t help but smile at his gesture and pulled the scarf on a bit higher to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks as you watched him drive away. You made sure to note the smell of his cologne that lingered on the soft fabric as you walked toward the entrance.

He immediately greeted you with a grin and stood up to welcome you with a hug before sitting down across from you. “I got you some tea,” he gestured to the steaming mug in front of you. “I wasn’t sure what kind, but when I told them your name they told me they knew your order.” He raised an eyebrow at you as he took a sip from his own mug.

You couldn’t help the warmth that crept up your cheeks. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Me and Wonwoo are regulars here,” you explained.

“You and Wonwoo, huh?” Seokmin teased. “How is that by the way? I feel like you haven’t talked about him as much lately.”

“It’s… good,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s just weird to talk about him around Mingyu. After that night my dad came to visit, he gets so visibly uncomfortable if I even mention Wonwoo. So I just don’t.”

Seokmin hummed as he processed your thoughts. “I wish I could tell you more, but it’s not my place,” he apologized.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I get it. I just wish he would talk to me. We used to never keep secrets from each other, but now it feels like that’s all there is between us.”

“Look,” Seokmin began with a gentle voice. “I know I told you I was hanging out with you and Mingyu today… but I’m not.”

“What? Why not?” you asked in surprise. “We always go Christmas shopping together.”

Seokmin looked down at his mug, feeling apologetic for not coming along. “I think it’s better if I sit this one out,” he answered. “We can go together some other time this week, but I think you and Mingyu should hang out today.”

Before you could protest against Seokmin’s suggestion, a quiet series of pings on his phone drew both your attention to new messages from Mingyu.

“Well?” you pushed Seokmin who kept looking back and forth between you and the phone, unsure of whether or not he should check it. “What did he say?”

He grabbed the phone and read the messages before looking back up at you with a rueful smile and standing up to grab his coat. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he gave you a tight hug before pulling away to hold both your shoulders. “Remember, I said nothing, and uh… you two have fun. Tell Mingyu I said he’s a dumbass.” And with that last sentiment, he headed for the door, his mug of coffee still full and pastry uneaten. However, it wasn’t long before the door chimed once again, and a bundled up Mingyu walked in with a scarf pulled up in an attempt to shield his now rosy cheeks from the brisk wind outside.

Mingyu scanned around the coffee shop until he saw your figure at the table and a warm smile of relief found its way onto his face. In less than five minutes, your previous coffee date was replaced by Mingyu, who sat down in Seokmin’s place and immediately took a sip out of the mug he had left behind. He let out a scowl of disgust as the taste hit him and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” you asked playfully.

“Seokmin ordered me a black coffee,” he explained. As if on cue, his phone chimed with a message from Seokmin. “He said I didn’t deserve any sugar in my coffee because I’m a dumbass.” Mingyu rolled his eyes at the message before setting down his phone.

“Right,” you mused. “He did ask me to let you know that you are indeed a dumbass. But why specifically is he calling you one today?”

Mingyu looked away and you swear you could see his ever-present smile falter just a little bit before he answered. “Oh, you know… just Seokmin being Seokmin.” Although the answer wasn’t enough to pacify you, you figured Mingyu would tell you when he was ready so instead you changed the subject, curious about his life in the last few weeks since you’ve seen him.

“I feel like we haven’t hung out in ages,” you complained, taking a sip from your own mug.

“We really haven’t,” Mingyu agreed. “That’s why I planned today.” The giddy smile on his face piqued your curiosity and had you wondering what he was up to.

“Oh?” you mused. “Planned, you say?”

Mingyu reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of notebook paper, which looked like it had been crumpled and folded many times in his front pocket, and laid it out in between both of you on the table. On the paper was a numbered list of various activities, most of which you recognized as things you and Mingyu had always wanted to do during the holidays. The last item on the list caught your eye.

“Letters to Santa?” you questioned with a smile. Mingyu nodded as he pulled the list back from you, folding it along the well marked creases and returning it to his pocket.

“Duh,” he smiled. “What kind of holiday outing would it be without letters to Santa? So should we get started?”

“Who’s the first person on the list?” Mingyu asked, looking over as you began to list down names of people to buy gifts for on your phone.

“Seokmin,” you replied. “He told me he didn’t want anything, but I wanted to get him something funny.”

Mingyu hummed thoughtfully as he paused in front of an eclectic looking gift shop. “What about one of those?” He pointed eagerly at a pair of slippers shaped like rubber fish and you swatted at him, trying to hold back your own laughter. “Come on, it’s good right?”

You rolled your eyes before walking into the store to make your purchase. Seokmin would hate it, but he would also love it. Gifts to Seokmin were always easy, as your goal in mind was always to get a laugh out of him. The other people on your list however, your newfound friends through Wonwoo, were much more difficult to pick for, until Mingyu assured you that similar to Seokmin, laughter was the way to go.

At the mall food court with full shopping bags filling the empty seats beside you, you and Mingyu found yourselves taking a well-deserved lunch break after all your shopping. As you sat together eating your food, you began to check your list, noting that there were only two names left: Mingyu and Wonwoo.

“What do you want for Christmas, Gyu?” you asked. Unlike Seokmin, Mingyu was a little bit more difficult to buy gifts for. He was one of those people who were happy with anything, so you felt an even bigger need to constantly surprise him. However, after the last few months, you found it even more difficult to decide what to get him.

Expecting him to reply with his typical answer, “I’ll be happy with anything you give me,” you were surprised when he answered you directly. “A picture frame,” he answered decisively.

“A picture frame?” You echoed in surprise. “That’s it? Why?” Mingyu let out a chuckle at the confused look on your face.

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I’m feeling sentimental, I suppose.”

You nodded in acknowledgement as you thought about what to do next. “Let’s go to an antique store,” you suggested.

“An antique store?” Mingyu questioned. “For a picture frame?”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Antique store it is.”

You don’t know how long you spent in the nearby antique store looking at knick-knacks and the like before you finally found the perfect frame for Mingyu – a beautifully ornate and embellished gold picture frame. “I feel bad that you know your gift from me,” you said as you put the frame into the basket you were holding. “It’s not a surprise anymore.”

“That’s not completely true,” Mingyu disagreed. “You don’t know what I’m gonna put inside it.” You nodded with a pout, relenting to his logic. “It’ll be a surprise… for you mostly. The frame is for me, but the real gift is your reaction to what I’ll frame.” He gave you a playful nudge as the two of you lazily wandered through the aisles towards the cash register.

Happy with your purchases, you and Mingyu happily made your way to the next stop on your bucket list – ice skating. It was one of the things you had always wanted to do with Mingyu and Seokmin, but Mingyu always argued against it, believing that he was too clumsy to learn how to ice skate. Honestly, you were surprised that he agreed to it even now.

“Huh,” you mused as you nodded at his response. “That’s a fresh take coming from someone who refuses to go to a haunted house with me.”

Ice skating was all the fun you imagined it would be, even with all the laughs, falls, and bruises. Once the two of you managed to get the hang of it, you found yourself gliding slowly across the ice with Mingyu still holding onto you for dear life. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted with pinks and oranges, a glimpse of warmth before the day slipped into a frosty indigo. This is… nice, you found yourself thinking. Wonwoo would enjoy this. Before you realized it, a sigh escaped your lips.

You looked up at Mingyu who had his eyes trained on the falling sun and seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. For the first time in the many years you’ve been friends, you couldn’t help but feel how far away he felt, even though he was right next to you.

“Gyu?” you asked quietly, unsure of what you were even about to ask.

“Hmm?” he responded with a hum, eyes still trained on the horizon. When you didn’t respond immediately, he looked down at you in concern. “You okay?”

So instead, you pulled Mingyu for one last lap, egging him on for a race.

Once the sun had set and after a much needed hot chocolate break, Mingyu led you to a nearby village made of small houses made of plastic and warm Christmas lights, with very tall elves offering cookies every few feet.

Mingyu shrugged as he waved back at an elf. “Well I mean to be fair, this place is literally designed for small children.”

“We can be small children for a day,” you suggested as you looked up at the tall boy who raised an eyebrow at you. “Or relatively large children I suppose.” Mingyu chuckled as he playfully shoved you before pointing at a nearby building.

“Well, I did promise that we would write letters to Santa,” he said as he extended his arm to usher you towards the building.

“So you write your letter here, and usually we deliver them to Santa for you, but on this special occasion, you’ll be allowed to deliver them to Santa yourself,” you didn’t miss the wink the elf sent to Mingyu or the way he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Oh?” you asked in amusement. “Special occasion, huh?” You nudged at Mingyu who coughed in reply. The elf took her leave after escorting the two of you to an empty table. Once out of earshot, you immediately let out your laughter. “Gyu what did you tell the elves?”

You laughed at his confession. “Proposal package? Who knew the North Pole was so commercialized?” Mingyu rolled his eyes as he slid a piece of paper in front of you to change the subject.

“Write your letter or whatever,” he nagged. You grabbed a bright marker and turned slightly away from Mingyu, feigning an excessive need for privacy as you wrote down your list of Christmas wishes.

Dear Santa,

I feel like I’m too old to be writing this letter, but why not? It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so pardon me if I’m a bit rusty but here goes…

For Christmas, what I want more than anything else this year is… is… This is a lot harder than it was when I was 5 years old. I guess that’s why grown-ups don’t write to you as much huh? What else is there to wish for? I wish for my friends to have a good year, mostly. I think that’s really it. I wish for Wonwoo to like the gift I got him. (Sorry I know that’s your job)

Also I wish for a new journal and new books. Thanks Santa!

By the time you had finished writing your letter, you were surprised to see Mingyu still writing furiously on his piece of paper. You had to admit you were curious about how he could possibly be writing so much, but you didn’t want to disrupt his flow. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone obnoxiously clearing their throat that both you and Mingyu turned around to see a precocious 5 year old looking at him with disappointment.

“Are you done?” He asked with an unimpressed look. “At this rate, Santa will be on his way to Brazil before I get my letter done, old man.” Mingyu rolled his eyes at the kid as he knelt down with a wry smile.

“I have one more sentence, kiddo,” he said with the fakest smile he could muster. “And you better watch how you talk to adults before you end up on the naughty list next year.” You watched the child scoff and roll his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as Mingyu exaggeratedly finished up his letter before putting it in an envelope. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away before he could cause a scene.

“Come on old man,” you teased Mingyu. “Let’s go see Santa.”

“Oh?” Santa replied before taking your letters from the two of you. “Let’s see what we have then.” He opened Mingyu’s first as the elf pulled the two of you off to the side.

“While Santa’s reading your letters, you can go ahead and take pictures with the Nutcrackers and Gingerbread men.” You looked over to Mingyu who nodded in response as the two of you got settled in the photo area to pose with people dressed in elaborate costumes. The elf taking the pictures offered each of you a copy.

“These are so cute,” you mused aloud. As you looked up, you realized Mingyu had left you and was back with Santa. It wasn’t long before he returned to you with a smile.

“Santa says it’s your turn,” he called to you.

The jolly old man greeted you with a smile as he handed you an envelope. “Oh, I thought you keep the letters,” you questioned.

Before you could question the request, Mingyu’s voice came from behind you. “You ready to go?”

You turned to look at him with the same puzzled look. “Uh yeah,” you replied before turning back to say goodbye to Santa. “Merry Christmas, Santa.”

Not long after that, you found yourself unlocking the front door to the Jeon home, the whole car ride passing in a blur as you pondered the contents of the letter the entire time.

"Welcome home," you heard Wonwoo call from the kitchen. "How was your date?" He asked quietly.

To the girl who makes the sun feel like the moon,

I know what you’re thinking.

I love you. I always have, I think.

If you paused after reading that, it’s okay. I had to pause after writing it. You might be wondering, “Why are you saying this to me now?” And that’s a good question. Why now? I guess it’s easier to say something to someone when they can’t say anything back. I understand now why you picked a letter to tell Wonwoo your feelings… this is so much less scary than saying it in person. I’m sorry. I just don’t think I could stand to see the look on your face when I tell you I’m leaving.

Yeah… I’m moving to France next month. Early admission to culinary school. Crazy right? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But this was something I needed to figure out on my own. Looking back on our whole friendship, I’ve been depending on you to save me from everything I couldn’t face myself. I’ve been holding onto your hand, clinging to it, afraid that if I let go… that I would fall without you or that you would walk away. But now… I think it’s time for me to let go and trust that you’ll still stand by me even if I fall.

You can thank Seokmin for that one. He’s wise beyond his years, you know? We should have been asking him for advice years ago. But back to what I said… I do love you. But I think that love still has some growing to do before I can say it to you in more than just ink on paper. But don’t worry… this isn’t some dramatic confession where now I tell you that I love you and that I’m waiting for you at the airport to fly away to France with me, or to choose me over Wonwoo.

I’ve said all I want to say and I need to wrap it up because there’s a 5 year old behind me shooting me a death glare. But finally… I believe no matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart (Sorry… If I didn’t include a High School Musical reference, I wouldn’t be me. But the sentiment holds true.). So choose love, choose writing, and choose your happiness, like I know you want me and Seokmin to do. You are brighter than sunlight, and everyone around you knows that. Like the kind of sunlight you can see even when you close your eyes.

Love you always,

Mingyu

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nevenabadr · 3 years

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50 Shades of You! Tom Hiddleston X Female! Reader

Note: This is my first ever fanfiction for Tom Hiddleston. I have not written fiction for ages. English is not my first language.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

–Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Word count: 2660

Warnings: Romance, sweet words, and smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 💚

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During the summer Cambridge University was having a conference "Gothic Elements In John Milton's Paradise Lost." As you the young professor of literature, the coordinate manager suggested that the University alumnus could join for not just attending, but acting a piece of the tragedy. Amongst the candidates was the Classic department graduate and famous actor, Tom Hiddleston.

You know that he might have scheduled issues or time conflicts, but you suggested the committee email him. To your surprise, he accepted the offer.

The scene of choice was casting the devil out of hell.

On the stage during the conference eve, you did not have the perfect time to watch him, but you took a glimpse of acting from far.

He even caught your show and face attending the rehearsals.

The conference day was pressuring. You were trying to get everything right, in the middle of your so-close meltdown. A voice brought you to reality, "Hello, is this professor Y/N)?"

You turned to find the British handsome alumni smiling peacefully at you. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"Indeed, I am the one offering help." As he adjusted his glasses, I asked the committee manager to take upon some errant backstage. Maybe I can assist with the front ceremony?"

"Of course," you paused for a moment, "can you help me with the dinner's seats arrangement? My assistant is absent and I have to print and arrange them myself."

"Just show me a computer and all will be done."

Both of you took your time arranging an evening missing up some seats.

"Here comes my name. You will be seated with the professors, of course!" He was busy putting name tags over the table.

"Oh! Don't remind me." You replied as if it is a conversation with an old friend and continued "the Classic department and Literature."

"They might start a war." Both of you started laughing

"I have an idea." He took a tag from his table and moved yours next to his. "Now you will be with a friend"

The presentations finished, you had to go for the gym showers to change and wear your conference and dinner dress.

By the time you arrived, the scene from the tardy was about to be played. You took your place in the front seat.

Tom was playing Satan. He noticed that you were reciting the lines with him. He even almost smiles at you. Could not hold himself from looking at you in the front row while playing the scene of...

"All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield; (And what is else not to be overcome?) That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee and deify his power, Who from the terror of his arm so late Doubted his empire[.] (I, 106–114)"

Your facial expressions captured his eyes, the movement of your lips and then the flame of your applause.

At the dinner, he was interested to hear all about your work and writings. His eyes could not able to leave you.

By the end of the dinner, he walked you to your car, "this was lovely, thank you for tonight"

You smiled at him, "thank you for accepting our invitation."

You shake hands and opened your car door like the gentleman he is.

"Would you like to go out with me, for a coffee? Books and coffee, maybe." He did not hesitate to ask.

"I would love to. You already have my number within the conference contact information." You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

As your car drove away, he knew he was up for an adventure.

Three months later, you are happily dating and sharing sweet kisses. He suggested a film marathon. Each week one of you chose a topic.

That Saturday's topic was Russian Literature and you had to add: "or inspired by it"

"Excuse me, but Tolstoy has no comparison!" He grimaced

"Shadow and Bones, love!" You teased him, "it the Netflix adaption of the era"

"After Anna Karenina, please," he sounded like an old professor.

"Alright then, deal." You tickled him and kissed his lips softly

Both of you enjoyed Anna Karenina, however, you were crying in his arms.

"That dreadful ending."

He hugged you "Hey, Shadow and Bones will make it up to you, let me make extra popcorn." Once again, he kissed you.

He came back with popcorn that will at least survive three episodes. You snuggled between his arms.

"Look at Alexie, how he said 'Make me your villain.'"

You were swooning as a fangirl.

"I beg your pardon, I am literally a villain," he complained

Oh! I would literally," stressing upon the last word, "let him have me"

His face was irritated and you not coming close to making love made him anxious, that you might not be ready. He never inquired about you.

You caressed his tummy, "hey, a penny for your thoughts, sir." It sounded like one of the Jack the Ripper prostitutes, about which you have constantly been talking.

His voice evolved deeper and his eyes did not leave yours "your deepest sexual desire. What do you crave?"

Comparing to your age, you were nervous and inexperienced. "My life was spent between books. I..."

He did not let you continue speaking and took your lips between his drawing your body closer to him, uttering between his hot kisses "I am not just a villain" his lips made the earth move "I am a God" whispering against the sport skin of your nick " a king" his hands were moving down the same tomes his lips reached the line of your bosom whilst his hand slides prevailed touching down pussy and dug his fingers driving you till the edge.

"I want you," you whispered between your soft moans.

He neglected your cravings and maintained his rhythm, watching your complexion and closed eyes till you arched your back in awe.

You collapsed between his arms heavily breathing "that was extremely wonderful, but I need you"

He kissed your lips playfully. "you are a delicious girl, Y/N, but..."

You hashed him with a kiss that he pulled from "if your life was between books, I want you to write me your deepest desire."

"Darling, it was a series, Alexie is fictional." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fictional or not, he is a man, you are paying for this."

He was deadly serious "write me your longing."

You laugh "What? Like the 50 Shades of Y/N?"

He gazed into your eyes "aiming to please and punish you, darling, avenging my honour"

The next morning when you were with your family on Sunday's lunch, he opened an email titled "50 Shades of Y/A"

The content was as follows:

"You!"

He grinned to himself and determined to show her how fiction can become real.

Your week was busy. He had signed a new contract for a mini-series and was supposed to film soon.

Not replying to your email made you nervous, even went meeting for dinner. He was quiet about it.

You checked your sent box millions of times to make sure it arrived. Still, you knew he was busy working, and you were busy with the finals coming soon.

Thursday’s dinner, nothing yet, nothing but gaggling and discussing your days and current reads.

"Darling, we did not decide this week's marathon"

He did not take his eyes off the menu "Are not you having a big family week, you should go" he was confident and calm.

Deep inside you wanted to grab his neck and jiggle him, but for the lady you are and the restaurant, you were calm.

"Wonderful!"

The dinner was over; he drove you home, kissed you goodnight.

Saturday morning, a ringing at your door. Apparently, you received a package, a big one.

You kept thinking that some books might have come early from your publisher. Unwrapping it to a surprise satin 1950 coat with Ruby red entourage and black heels.

There was also a note, she recognised the handwriting:

"Wear nothing but this for your punishment. If other pieces were found upon your body, then fear my fury and vengeance.

Love,

So, it was her version of Mr Grey. But have you ever been ready to comply with anyone?"

Suddenly, a message arrived on your phone

"Reminder, a black will pick you tonight at 8, don't disobey me, Princess."

Your heel clicked on the floor as a man dressed in an old fashion suit opened the car for you. The windows were blacked out, so you did not see where it was heading.

"Welcome, Princess," he greeted you as if you were royalty, "My master is awaiting your presence."

You took his hands. The place was carved out of one of your favourite dark fantasies, a mansion with gargoyles, dark lighting, and a vast garden.

You could not believe your eyes. Tom knew your deepest desires indeed.

But that is not the end.

The inside was as of a dark enchantment with deep red flowers and candles. The servant showed you the way to a dining room fit for a feast. Tom was not there.

"My master requires you to await his arrival." The servant bowed and left.

You were like a child been left inside her favourite toyshop. The ornaments, the lighting, and even the shapes of the food. That aesthetic you only could dream of but never reach.

"Enjoying yourself already?" You turned to find your man dressed in a black Victorian suit. His face was shaved, shorter hair, no glasses. Just all of the handsome glory.

You took a step forward "no princess, I shall come for you"

He kissed your hand and then sat on the table's head, while it sat on the opposite side and faced you away indeed.

"Are you pleased, princess?" He raised his glass of red wine.

"Yes, my Prince." You smile.

"In here, you shall address me as your king." His eyes lit with fire, and his voice was harsh.

You played along and raised an eyebrow "my king."

"This is not a game, princess, you are my prisoner"

You dined quietly, as he did not drop his eyes from you.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You flirted "deeply, my king"

He left his chair and came closer to you, his fingers left your chain so you can gaze into your eyes.

He asked, "care for a dance?"

You smiled "I would love to."

You stepped forward and took his hand to a ballroom, just for you and him, the dark king.

The following piece of music was sensual and moving.

"The coat, princess, I want to see nothing but heels on your body,"

You obeyed the king, but for a tick. When you took it off, underneath it a short emerald green strapless corset dress tight upon the curves of your body and pushed your bosoms to their glory.

He grinned and his eyes darken "looking for further punishment, I suppose?"

"Anything to please the king." You took his hand and kissed it. He did not expect it.

He turned furiously and the next song was romantic. He wrapped his arms around you once again, waltz, you sneaky woman, deserved joy before being punished.

Twirling you on the dance floor like the earth has no one but the two of you.

By the end, he carried you "to my chambers, little one"

You were nervous and anxious. What if he did not like what was underneath the dress?

He entered a candlelight room with a four-poster bed in the centre. The curtains of the bed were black and emerald.

He laid you in bed, kissing your lips and playing with your hair.

His breathing was heating against your skin.

"You won't miss that dress, will you, princess?"

He did not wait for your reply as he lifted a dagger amongst the layers of his suit and cut the corset down to the last piece of the dress.

You wore nothing else. You were lying exposed as he stood to look upon your naked curves for the first time.

You spontaneously tried to cover your bosom and private parts.

"No, do not you dare" he was angry and you could not distinguish reality from fantasy.

You throw the rest of the dress away. Hands laying by your head and he stood there for a juncture, gazing at every inch of your body.

"Turn," he ordered angrily as if the soul of Loki took over him, "I said, turn"

You nearly dropped tears "here my king"

You felt the softness of his lips upon your delicate shoulders.

Kissing the line of your spine. He knows this will work like magic. You tickle from your back, now trying to lick you, taste you, slap you.

He flipped you to face him. You were sobbing. He could hear it under your moans.

"You are not a princess, you are not a queen."

He wipes her tears from her cheek "you are a goddess and I am your slave."

You giggled between your tears, wrapping your arms around his neck "my king"

"Your, slave" As his voice became softer, he hushed you with a finger.

He kissed every inch of your body. You were playing with his short blonde locks.

"Let me worship your bosom, my goddess" he kissed, licked and played with your nipples and cupped your bosoms gently.

Kissing down till he reached your pussy, "Let me worship your temple" as he licked your clitoris.

You were moaning loader now

“Not this time, my king I want you inside me."

"Alright, as the pleasure of my goddess, I shall obey."

He adjusted his weight on you and asked, "wider for me, my goddess of beauty"

You opened for him as he enters you for the first time. You let out a loud breath "are you alright" he took your hands between his.

"Continue, my king."

He is just thrusting himself gently inside you. Your moans filling the room

"I am a villain, a king, a god, and a man"

Your hands were free to run along his back as he continued, "a man, no, a slave for my goddess"

You were moving with him and moaning louder, "my king, what else?"

Thursinting himself harder and moving with a faster pace.

"My goddess, the sculptures of beauty," between his breathing and moaning "Da Vinci would not be able to capture your grace"

You were kissing as your nail dug inside his shoulders.

His last whispers as moving himself inside your pussy which was clutching around his manhood. He moved with pace, as you rocked your lap against him

"I will live in thy heart," kissing your lips as you bite his lower lip between your steamy breath. "Die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

He was going faster now and you were in tremendous awe and your skin was heating up with your pleasure.

"Look at me goddess" you were closing your eyes as you become close to you your orgasm "look at me," he ordered

"I love thee, Tom," you said as your pussy was clutching around his manhood and trembling underneath him. His enormous climax followed your orgasm.

You were shaking. He used his hands to keep himself from crushing you with his weight.

He rested his forehead on yours till both of you caught your breath. Gently took you between his arms as resting on his side "and I love thee, Y/N"

kissed you and as you were falling asleep, yet muttered, "I made you my villain, did not I?"

He giggles, "I beg your pardon, your God, King, and lover"

You kissed for the last time of that night and snuggle between peacefully each other's arms.

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taylor-will-be-the-death-of-me · 2 years

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What's Happening to me?

Y/N's POV

A few days have passed by and the world seems to be right again after a long long time. For a few days, life has been good and life finally feels nice. Since we don't have any life-risking do I have been on top of the world. Right now we are on our way to the defense against the dark arts classroom to do Poseidon knows what but I couldn't care less.

"You seem happy." Says Ethan walking next to me, and bumping my shoulder. "Can I get a little dose of that happiness?"

Before I could open my mouth Sally answered for me. "It's not a drug Smith. It's looovvv."

"It's not love, Sally" I said shaking my head ad laughing.

"Oh, it most defiantly is. I've known you for years and I have never seen you this happy." Said Ethan.

"Never!" Gasps Sally.

"Nope. Never" He said shaking his head and being his dramatic self.

"Ok even if I was in love, which I'm not" I covered up quickly, "Who would I even be in love with?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Said Donna who was walking along with us silently reading her book on dark arts and its use.

"No, it is not," I replied. "Please do enlighten me."

Sharing a look at all three, Ethan, Sally, and Donna replied "R.A.B"

Scoffing I started "Regulus-" And as fate would have it a voice, which I dreaded yet loved to hear, said-

"Yes."

Frozen in my tracks, I turned around to find R.A.B, Regulus Arcturus Black.

"H-hi." I stuttered.

"Hey" he replied. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just going to see what version of hell they have planned for us." Replied Ethan and started walking and the rest of us followed.

"Well if that isn't the truest thing I've ever heard," Regulus replied.

"We'll meet you both in the classroom" Said sally pulling Ethan and Donna with her. "Beyyyy."

"She's an odd one." Said Regulus chuckling.

"Well aren't we all?" I countered.

"True that." He replied. "So what's up? Been reading any new books lately?"

"Yep. Just started a new one." I said taking the book out of my bag. "Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy."

"Ooo. I've heard about that one, but never got the chance to rea it."

"You never get the chance to read anything."

For that, he just laughed and blushed.

"Do you have any idea what we're going to do today?" I questioned looking straight ahead.

"Don't know. It's probably something ridiculous."

"Your right," I said and we walked the rest of the way silently. It was a comfortable silence, the one you come to love later on in life. We entered the classroom and parted ways as the guys and girls had to sit on separate sides of the room.

All the seats were full so I had to sit next to Gryffindor's golden girl, Lily Evens. Lily seemed nice but you can never judge a person from their face. Sitting down I gave Lily a little nod and then began to look around the room. At the far right corner was a big gramophone on a table. Before my thoughts could run wild about it, all the professors made their way out and professor McGonigal started -

"The yule ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night, we and our guests gather in the great hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward and I mean this literary because the yule ball is first and foremost a dance."

When she said the words every girl started gasping and giggling while all the guys started groaning. At this moment Regulus and I just shared a glance, which did not determine whether we were happy or sad about this situation.

"Silence" began again "The school of Hogwarts has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly 10 centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons." She said looking directly at James and his friends, who had just whispered 'Try saying that 5 times faster' to them.

"To dance is to let the body breath." She started again, making weird motions with her hands. Turning to the girls she said, "Inside every girl there is a secret swan slumber, longing to burst out and take flight."

Now turning to the boys she said "And inside every boy a lordly lion ready to prance." Looking at my brother who was too busy talking to his friends she said "Mr. Potter, will you please join me?"

Sirius, Remus, and Peter couldn't help but laugh at this. When Remus looked at me, with a big smile that went up to his eyes, I could do nothing but crack a smile myself. As James and McGonagall were dancing around, everyone was having the time of their lives watching them.

After a few minutes, McGonagall said "Well all of you get up and dance with the person who is in front of you."

Getting up I went to the 9erson who was in front of me, Remus Lupin. Now I have never really talked to him, or any other marauder in fact, but I've heard that Remus is the only sensible one out of them.

"Hey." Siad Remus as he made his way towards me.

"Hi." I replied with a smile. "How have you been?'

"Good. What about you?"

"Well, I've been fine," I replied. "As fine as I can be with dragons and dipshit brothers."

"I'm really sorry for what we're putting you through.' He said with actual sorrow on his face. "The night that the whole thing happened we were wasted and thought it would be funny, but now we know that it isn't."

"It's alright Remus. If anything I finally have the chance to prove that I'm better than James." I said.

He chuckled and replied "Well that's true. Did you see the way he almost ruined the whole damn school with that dragon? Oof god only knows what goes on in his head."

I just laughed at that.

"So how have your studies been going?" He questioned.

"Well, they're fine."

"What do mean by fine?"

"I'm not doing that well in the history of magic," I answered. "When I first opted for it I thought it would be fun, but now it's become my worst nightmare."

"I get it. I don't really talk bad about teachers but Bins is really boring." He replied. "Hey if you want maybe I can help you with it."

"Really?" I asked surprised.

"Sure. I'm down to it if you are."

"Oh God, you are a lifesaver. When shall we meet?"

"How about tomorrow. Everyone will be at Hogsmead, we'll have the whole library to ourselves."

"That would be amazing," I replied with a smile and he reciprocated that.

Soon enough we went into a period of silence in which my eyes wondered to Regulus. God, he looked so gracefully while he was dancing. When his eyes met mine I felt this bubbling feeling in my stomach, like it had butterflies in it.

'Oh Posidne, what's happening to me?'

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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The Only One (Lewis Nixon)

Requested by: @dontfearthereaper-09

Summary: You're Colonel Sink's granddaughter and you're helping out with paperwork - you eventually fall in love with Lewis Nixon and start dating. However, every relationship has its ups and downs.

Prompt: a requested one - I wish I'd never met you.

Author's Note: I struggled so hard with this and I'm not proud of it at all, but hope it is what you wanted. A big thank you goes to for @alienoresimagines and her great help as always!

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"He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began." - Anna Karenina, L. Tolstoj

Y/N had never in her life shooted from a rifle or even held it in her innocent hands. She had never known combat, real combat, where men kill and die. She had never endured real physical pain.

And still, Y/N was standing in the middle of Camp Toccoa during the hot summer days of 1942 with a huge grin on her face. She finally persuaded her grandfather to let her join the paratroopers. Well, she was there to help out with paperwork mainly, to be there at hand for the intelligence officers, but she also managed to pull a few strings so she will be undergoing the combat training like every other soldier even though she's not allowed to go and fight in France.

The first weeks were exhausting - physically and mentally - with the combat training Y/N volunteered for. She constantly felt like she's at the verge of giving up and going home.

But Y/N didn't and neither will she. Even though it was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life, it seemed right. This is where Y/N Sink belonged.

But thank God it wasn't just exercise, work and signing documents. One evening, when everything was finished for the day, her grandfather Sink took her with him to a certain celebration, more like an occasion to get drunk and forget that a war is going on just across an ocean.

It was certainly the most eventful night during her stay in Camp Toccoa, Georgia. Y/N lost her grandfather nearly 10 minutes after they walked in the pub. She immediately befriended two guys - George Luz and Joe Liebgott. It seemed like they'd known each other for years. The soldiers heard all about the mysterious woman that had been helping out in their training camp weeks ago now but never really got the chance to talk to her.

George introduced her to the rest of his friends within Easy Company and they spend the night together laughing, downing shots one after another, dancing and joking around. Y/N felt relaxed and genuiely unworried that night so when they were told to break it up and get some sleep for tomorrow, it suddenly saddened her. The Easy Company boys were the most welcoming, kind and funny men Y/N'd met during her stay and she was sure that she's not gonna have a chance to talk to them like that night for a long time.

There was a soldier waiting for her outside of the pub to escort her into her room but Y/N kindly told him to fuck off and he made sure to be quickly on his way.

So there she was again, standing under the starry night in Georgia, a warm summer breeze dancing through her hair while she struggled a bit to remain on her feet due to all the alcohol flowing in her veins.

"Have a trouble finding your way, Miss Sink?" a deep voice filled her ears and Y/N jumped a bit on her spot as she didn't see him coming from behind.

"I'm perfectly fine, soldier." she tried to answer with a firm steady voice but a quiet giggle escaped her lips.

"I can see that. Let me help you there, Miss." he offered his help kindly, smirking. The Moon was illuminating his face making his hair appear darker than the night itself and his eyes shined like two stars up at the sky.

"I assure you, Mr Nixon, that I have no trouble at all. I can manage myself." Y/N stood behind her words but a part of her desired his gentle hand on her lower back steadying her.

"I'm surprised you know my name." Nix laughed raising his eyebrows as he took a few steps closer to her.

"And I'm surprised it was just a can of peaches." Y/N replied boldly looking directly into his dark eyes.

They were covered in silence for a few moments but they burst out laughing in the next second earning some "shut the fuck ups" from the nearest barracks.

The duo spent the rest of the night walking around the camp as they eventually ended up in her room talking about nothing and everything. By the next morning, Y/N knew every little thing about Lewis and he knew every little thing about her.

It was no surprise, to Easy Company boys or even his grandfather, that the two of them started dating just a couple of days after the party. Richard Winters soon payed Y/N a visit informing her how he's never seen Lew so damn happy and cheerful all the time.

•••

At the end of May, 1944 when all the preparations for D-Day were finishing, another party was thrown in honor of the paratroopers that had earned their jump wings. Y/N persaued Sink to take her to Britain with him so she was able to celebrate with all of them.

She was a bit tipsy already because George Luz made her drink three beers and the forth was already on its way.

Lewis Nixon glared at the duo with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand and a cigarette in the left. He watched how Y/N's lips curled into the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen at something George whispered in her ear. She burst out in a hearty laugh as she touched Luz's shoulder gently and this simple action reminded Lewis the night they met for the first time. An uneasy feeling burned through his chest - it suddenly became hard to breathe. Nixon clenched the glass in his hands and he'd have break it eventually if Richard didn't shake with Lew's shoulder.

"Not now, Dick," the intellingent officer snapped immediately, "we'll talk tomorrow. I'm heading back to my room."

And with that, he stood up and walked out of the pub without any other glance toward his girlfriend. The bottle of Vat '69 was left on the table half full.

•••

"Baby? Why did you disappear so quickly?" Y/N barged in his room while he was sitting behind his desk looking out of the window absently.

"You seemed quite happy with George." Nixon murmured quietly, he didn't even bother to turn and face her.

"What is this all about? Is there a problem?" she asked kindly moving closer to her broken soldier. The sweet tone of her voice was making it even harder than it already was.

Lewis Nixon looked at her for the first time. "I think we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore." He sounded decided, strongly convinced in his statement.

Y/N suspiciously eyed his face whereas Lewis tried to avoid her concerned look. "Is this about George?"

"No, it's not about fucking George!" Lewis raised his voice and stood up from the little chair, "you are better without me, okay? I drag you down, Y/N."

She stared at him in disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about? I love you and only you, damn it!"

"You just think you do!"

Y/N's eyes began to water and when the first hot tear rolled down her cheek Nixon's heart broke into million pieces. He hated himself for hurting the most precious human being on the Earth but he had to do it. There was no other way.

"I wish you trusted me more, Lew." she breathed out reaching out to caress his cheek but changed her mind in the last second and her hand fell to her body.

Lewis pressed his eyelids tightly together forcing the coming tears stay inside of his soul. "I wish I'd never met you."

•••

The next days hit Y/N harder than her first days at Toccoa. No combat training, no amount of paperwork had ever made her feel so broken, tired and demotivated. As weird as it sounds, even after the relatively short relationship with the Easy Company intelligence officer, Lewis was a big important part of her life. He made her feel so many new emotions, he fulfilled her soul and heart like nobody else did.

And now, it was all gone.

Everyone noticed the sudden cold behaviour between Y/N and Lewis but they didn't really know what happened. Y/N brushed it off every single time when someone asked her and no one really dared to approach Nixon.

It wasn't like the duo stopped communicating absolutely. Lewis after the argument stormed off and got drunk, he was genuiely wasted, but he also realised what a mistake he did. It was the first time Y/N told him she loved him and he was still able to make the person who cared for him the most go away.

When Y/N tried her best to avoid Nixon, he tried his best to talk to her as much as possible, every day he left her a note at her desk along with a flower and every time she accidentally glanced at him he sent her an apologetic smile.

Y/N knew her anger and hurt was slowly fading away. Lewis felt truly sorry - alcohol and jealousy wasn't really a great combination.

•••

My dearest Y/N,

I know you don't want to have anything to do with me, and I don't blame you, but there's still something I need to tell you. I'm just gonna hope that this sort of letter is not lying in the bin already.

I want you to know that I regret every single word I said that night. Clearly my jealousy and my alcoholic problem (as much as you hate me right now, please don't tell anyone I just admitted that) came in the way and I thought you're better off without me.

I'm not the perfect boyfriend, Y/N, and I never will be. I'm not funny as George, and I guarantee you there's gonna be more arguments between us. But I can assure you that no matter what happens, I will love you for the rest of my life.

Hope you can forgive me,

I'm sorry.

With love, your Lewis

A tear soaked into the piece of paper as she pressed it to her heart. Little did Y/N know that she will love the idiot forever.

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Two requests from two anons and of course, loads of multiply requested fluff! Writing this made honestly made me tired too though! 😴

Words: 1582 Warnings: pure fluff, very light Endgame spoilers

The dark circles underneath your eyes spoke volumes. It was devastating, truly. When was the last time you had properly slept, lied down in bed and relaxed? You couldn’t even remember but it must have been weeks already. In fact, the last time you had slept at all must have been about forty-eight hours ago.

Your body was craving a break, aching and complaining with every move you made. You knew this wasn’t healthy but what were you going to do? Ask the aliens for a break so you could rest? Surely, they were unlikely to agree on a ceasefire for eight hours sharp.

Besides, you had a point to prove. That you could endure this. That you were strong enough. That they could rely on you, trust you. You were mortal, human, yes… but you were not going to be the villainous anti-hero they had pigeonholed you to be.

And maybe that was the reason you got along so well with none other than the God of Mischief himself. Ever since his own brother had distanced himself from him to such a crucial and heartless extent, Loki seemed to be living in a shell, letting nothing and no one get close to him. Except for you. Sometimes.

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as you kicked off your shoes and tossed your dirty jacket into a corner. Your room—it much rather resembled a library though—had quickly become your only sanctuary after a mission. The only place you could hide and take a deep breath in. To sleep… you moaned.

Still, all you had time for now was a quick shower. You would have to get some research done. You had obtained some seemingly significant information today that needed examining before you could finally go to bed, if only for an hour or two. One-hundred-and-twenty minutes to regain the ability of concentration and vigilance.

You screamed when you spotted Loki sitting comfortably on your sofa and reading one of your books. He came here a lot, you should not be surprised. Most of his own books had turned to ash when Asgard was destroyed—ever since then, he had been reading everything he could get his hands on. Your room was something like a secret little paradise for him. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his company.

Loki gave you an incredulous look. “Now since when do I startle you?” He asked, a slightly mocking but playful tone in his voice. Breathing out audibly, you shook your head.

“Sorry…”

Loki raised an eyebrow, pointing at the free spot on the sofa. “Sit.”

It was funny, really, how he made it look like this wasn’t actually your room and he had not asked for permission to even be in here but instead allowed you to remain in his presence. You would have giggled, had you not been that tired.

“I can’t, I’m afraid. I’ll have a quick shower and then join Bruce in the lab, I found something today.” Then maybe I can actually lie down a little. “What are you reading?”

Loki nodded slowly, then glanced down at the cover. “Tolstoy. It appears to be rather good.”

Oh… you had recommended Anna Karenina to him the other day. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

“Sit.” He suddenly said again, more intently this time.

You sighed. “Loki, I can’t, I really want to but I can’t.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Give yourself a break. You seem stressed.”

“Do I?” You laughed, failing desperately in your attempt to sound sarcastic. Loki was being exceptionally generous today. You didn’t look stressed, you looked like a bloody corpse.

Maybe… five minutes? Sighing yet again, you let yourself fall on the sofa, right next to him and leaned back, ready to fall asleep then and there. Shit. Quickly, you sat up again cross-legged, facing Loki.

“You are trying too hard,” he said quietly when he reached for the bookmark and shut the book to meet your sleepy gaze.

“What am I trying too hard?”

“To gain their approval. If they have not accepted you by now, what makes you think they will after you get yourself killed in battle?”

Jerking back, you stared at him open-mouthed.

“That’s not… I’m not trying to get myself killed, you know.”

“But you will if you keep this up.”

He knew. Of course he knew. If you had learned one thing about Loki it was how perceptive he was. It didn’t scare you. What scared you was the fact that he might be right. He was right because he had been going through your futile efforts too. Yet here he was now. Detached even from his very own brother despite everything he had done for him. He had tossed him away after every single time he had needed him. And Loki was no fool not to realise the Avengers were doing the same thing to you now.

Quickly, you blinked the treacherous tears forming in your eyes away, focusing on his raven hair instead of his scrutinising blue gaze.

You were not going to be emotional now, you were simply tired out. So you said nothing at first, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous locks.

“I wonder what you would look like with a few braided strands in your hair.” And apparently, being tired was worse than being drunk. Had you just said this out loud?

Loki’s utterly dismayed expression confirmed you had.

You smiled. “Sorry. Stupid thought. I just really like your hair, I guess. I’ve always wanted to brush it.” Would he let you? To calm you down? You used to do it with your dolls when you were a child and something had upset you. And Loki’s hair was dazzling. Long, black, wavy… you hoped to God he would never shorten it.

Slowly, the God of Mischief shook his head, clearly amused by your request.

“You are lucky I like you.”

You grinned. “Is that a yes?”

Loki rolled his eyes when you jumped up as energised as you could to grab your hairbrush from the nightstand. He really must have liked you. Trust you even.

“When was the last time you slept, my dear?” He asked when you returned, ushering him into turning around for you, which he did obediently. You leaned back a little so you could sit more comfortably as well, pulling Loki right with you. The God of Mischief sighed.

You had never experienced him this tender, open and even… vulnerable. You could really get used to it, even if the reason for this gentle and cosy get-together was simply you being completely all sleepy and over fatigued.

“I’m not so sure, to be honest…”

Smiling sadly, you brought up your fingers to touch his hair. It was even softer than it looked, not at all greasy when you began to brush through it with lazy strokes, the sound and feeling of it instantly calming you down.

“I cannot believe I am letting you do this.”

Actually giggling this time, you went on for a while before snatching two thick strands of his raven hair to braid it. Two braids on the sides, one in the middle. He should wear his hair like that more often.

When you were done, you were almost disappointed. Sighing, you put the brush away and instead ran just your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. Loki purred. What? He purred?

His blue eyes widened when he realised the consequences of his reaction, freezing for a moment.

“Do you want me to continue?” You whispered hesitantly. For a moment, he said nothing. Eventually, he took a deep, defeated breath.

“Please, do.”

You smiled when he relaxed into your touches, letting you play with his hair. The silence in your room was pleasant, reassuring. You wondered why people spent awful sums of money for massages when pampering this handsome and misunderstood man and listening to his even breathing was equally relaxing. Something to fall asleep to…

You flinched when you noticed your eyes falling shut, fighting against slumber with every fibre of your being—something Loki did not fail to notice. You had to stay awake, your research, the mission…

Reluctantly, he turned you both around so he was the one against the back of the sofa, forcing you to remove your hands from his head, and looked at you strictly.

“You need sleep.”

You frantically shook your head in response.

“No time…”

“Do not force me to make you, (Y/N).” He shot back a little sharper. Surprised and startled, you glanced up at him, watching him reach for the blanket on your bed. Would he? You knew he could make you fall asleep with but a touch of his hand on your forehead. You almost hoped he would. That way, it would not be your fault if you fell asleep and rested…

The next time Loki spoke, he sounded so gentle he brought tears to your eyes yet again. You were so tired... “Lie down. Come on.”

So you did, your resistance slowly melting away almost. You attempted a weak smile. He really did like you.

“Tony will… they’ll wonder where I am…”

“Then I shall deal with them later. Rest now…”

Yawning, you leaned back, allowing Loki to pull you against his chest and drape your tired body in the blanket. You fell asleep within a minute, the last thing you felt the tender touch of lips on your temple.

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slythxn · 5 years

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Dance With Me

Pairings: James Potter x Reader

Part: 1

Universe: Marauders Era

Type: Regency Era AU; angst, fluff, and eventual smut

Prompt: Well known doctor James Potter travels to small quaint Polish city in which he’ll be residing for the following months. Upon his stay at the city he meets quiet yet mischievous astronomy student [y/n] [y/l/n] that though pretending to feel nothing for him, keeps luring him into her playground games and chasing after her at the cost of lost friendships, rumors, and heartbreak.

WC: 2.4k

Request: pls.. pls spare us some more james potter smut.. im begging u.. the way you make a oneshot so interesting. That shit is beautiful man! U R GIFTED! ( if you want like a guideline to write; i rlly rlly rlly like it when y/n is the one being chased & playing push & pull w/ him

Song: Dance With Me- Anna Karenina soundtrack

A/N: Honestly you’ll catch me writing au’s from now on. btw anon sorry it’s a two parter, my writing has elongated lately.

“Girls, don’t run! Girls!”

Upon the arrival of Dr. James Potter to the small Polish city, the habitants had raised havoc in trying to meet the the young lad who like them created chaos in being one of the youngest doctors now in days. At sixteen he had helped a war solider who was rushed back to the English empire. Being told the wound was too grave, the man was given little hope of saving his limb. Once being notified of such, Dr. James Fleamont Potter had taken the next fairy to the certain location. Wherever he resided, James had worked up on a concoction that allowed for temporary anesthesia. Working his craft at arriving in the location he had saved the man’s limp from amputation and infection— causing for his name to be spread through the country and eventually the continent.

The girls from Elizabethan Academy had heard of his presence at the school. With teachers whispering about his presentation and nurses giggling amongst themselves that he, a prestigious man was going to help and teach them how to use new medicine; the girls found it upon themselves to be the first ones at the auditorium if they wanted a great view of the tall handsome man (or at least that’s what they were told.)

“[y/n] come on, leave the book. It’ll be just an hour.” Lady Nowak was the daughter of Sir Nowak, a well known accountant that due to his great character and personality was allowed into the world of higher class and held many options of spouse for both his daughters and sons. Given to her father’s reputation, Adeline or Nini held herself way too high, looking down on anyone she cared little for or didn’t find suitable.

[y/n] contrary to her close friend came from a family of aristocrats. Her grandfather being a well known one with such title, leaving his land, money, and businesses in the name of his children. Her father being the oldest had obtained two of each of those things mentioned, leaving for his own children enough for them and following generations. That is due to only having a son and two young girls, [y/n] the last one.

“Nini, I’m in the least interested in medicine.” She’d try to protest against her friend who kept on pulling on her sleeve. “It’s fine! Just go with me!” Nini herself didn’t care for medicine nor her studies, but her father had forced her to at least study a subject of her choice. The main reason as to why she was going, was obviously the will to look at the man they all claimed to be as handsome as Adonis, if not— then his competition.

Huffing with annoyance, the blonde strutted closer to her house guest. “Come before I tell father you leave bed after bedtime just to stay in the attic.” Stupid child, that was an empty threat [y/n] had allowed Nini to obtain just for the fun of it. If Nini was to tell on [y/n] her father would simply laugh it off, knowing [y/n] did so for not only her amusement but study choice. “I guess if that’s the case, then I must go,” [y/n] sarcastically sighed, closing the book she had her nose buried deep in. See, Adeline herself wasn’t that bright and if given some sort of extortion, she wouldn’t question its validity. She would simply smile it off in mischief and agree to use it against anyone. Even if she made a complete fool of herself.

Maybe, just maybe it was curiosity to see if this man was just as beautiful and smart as many gave out to say. So as both girls walked to the auditorium with small talk (Nini trying to imagine how handsome he was), both girls entered through the large wooden doors that led them to the fifth box. Like every other spot, the chairs there had become taken resulting in them to stand on the sidelines just to barely see the young brunette that had started his presentation not that long ago.

“Even if you’re told that professional medicine must not be for you, remember that if you tell y-“ That’s all [y/n] could care to listen to. Sure she hadn’t looked at him nor given him the chance to speak of his wisdom, but when [y/n] is dragged to places against her will when she could’ve perfectly spent it in the comfort of the Nowak’s garden reading Brontë novels, then there resides a problem.

Nevertheless whilst [y/n] found herself inattentive, James felt his intestines grumble and poke at his sides, eating away the layers of meat, fat, and flesh to simply escape their misery of nervousness. James himself was never a shy man. He could speak through his elbows if possible, but when the main reason as to why an auditorium is full of young women just to see his pretty face but not about his work, then what was the point of trying to pour his heart out if few to none where listening.

James knew if he suggested the idea of having them ask questions, it would result in many inappropriate starter ups that he had no energy to answer after his long ship ride to the city. With a sigh, he continued his talk until the hour he had came to an end.

Dreadful, really. [y/n] herself had perhaps finished a good amount of pages from her book by the time he was done talking and heard the rowdy girls unnecessarily applauding for his hour long babble. With a soft smile that though couldn’t express his frustration, he looked up the boxes just to see more girls look at him with heart-shaped eyes— like the ones in drawings made in the newspaper to advertise fake love potions.

Yet despite having all eyes on him, he found ones that didn’t even bother to flicker to see what all the commotion was about. They scanned the worn out yellow pages of the wool hardcover and ragged edges of the pages held by soft looking hands. Her face seeming unbothered by anything and everyone, and the curls at her front falling softly against her forehead. “Thank you, please…” As he continued mentioning his gratitude, from the corner of his eye- he could still make out the uniform clad figure that despite demonstrating her overly noticeable border, remained in the auditorium waiting for it all to be finished.

“Do any of you girls have any questions?” The way his chest collapsed at the sound of a mousey voice behind him, grabbing his shoulder to keep him in place and her wretched breath fanning against the nape of his neck, traveling to his nostrils. James held his breath as he turned to look at the older woman standing to his side as of now. [y/n] like him hated that comment, head aching and a harsh anger in her chest wanting to leave but knowing she couldn’t leave campus without Nini.

It didn’t take long for the students to raise their hands and demand his attention. Just by looking at them he released a groan not audible at all due to the loud chatter. “A few could do…” He’d softly comment, fingers interlocking behind his back as he walked back and forth answering the questions of those he chose only to be annoyed remembering how he had in depth talked about said topic. Not only that but most of the questions were out of context or simply made no sense, sure he was extremely thankful to those handful who actually listened for the sake of medicine and to those: he would remember.

The amount of hands didn’t seem to decrease and [y/n’s] patience itself was running thin, even though she paid very little to no attention, there was something she had been thinking about for a couple of weeks due to the news of how this ‘cure’ was massively increasing in the states. It seemed to even be a great new fascination in Europe itself in order to treat yellow fever patients. So as her gaze shifted towards those behind her and those with their hand up, [y/n] sighed softly before taking the opportunity to raise her own.

Many of the girls around her had their hand up in hopes of having answers to their nonsensical questions. Sure they’d scowl at her annoyed that one more would add themselves to the queue but what annoyed them most was how she had not paid any attention to his talk and the idea of letting him pick this ‘snob’ of a girl (the consequences of not wanting anything to get between your studies) would simply make their blood boil.

As always, what’s more satisfying than watching other suffer from anger?

James had grown extremely tired of the same repeated questions. The ones you write down in essays when you’re trying to both sound smart and make your paper lengthy. He considered cutting them off halfway if he begun to recognize the question or know the answer has been said before, so with another sigh as he looked up to see the same neutral expression as before have their hand raised, a smile crept upon his pink lips, teeth slightly showing.

“Yes, do you have a question, uh ma’am with the book in hand?” James’ cheeks begun to burn up hating how excited he had become with just the idea to hear your voice. Perhaps it was a generalized guess, but James believed you would be smart about your question and not ask how the anesthesia worked or how to sew up deep wounds. So as everyone in [y/n’s] box noticed no one but her had a book at hand, low groans and glares were directed her way. (Not like she cared either, she could tell he was starving for something new.)

Nodding as she held the book with both hands now, [y/n] opened her mouth ready for words to spew out- trying to ignore the hundredths of eyes laid on her. “Through the decade the practice of bloodletting has increased spreading through the European nation. Do you like many other doctors believe it's beneficial to those who are ill or like the other half, believe it’s not an ideal practice?” It was a simple opinion based question nothing as intricate but rather more different from the ones he’s been getting.

James didn’t have to smile with his lips to demonstrate how satisfied he was with that question, his gleaming eyes were enough to show all his emotions. “What a great question! Ah… yes great indeed. Given that this is opinion based, personally I believe it’s not efficient nor sanitary. There runs a high risk of excess of blood loss that can result to death and if utilizing unsterilized tools then infection is a major result. Splendid! What’s your name, dear?” Raising an eyebrow, [y/n] tilted her head slightly, staring him down further more. “[y/n], sir. [y/n] [y/l/n].” It wasn’t harsh nor soft, neutral as always. “I-I’d like to add that the tools utilized aren’t always the ones risking infection. Proper bandaging, clean up, and sanitary conditions of the ones performing it can also lead to the infections to occur. If leeches are being used, one has to make sure they’ve been grown in hospital facilities since brith and not simply swamp water leeches.” James’ eyes glimmered in the gas produced light, enamored by this girl’s knowledge and uncaring reactions to his own.

“Quite impressive, miss [y/l/n]. Is it possible you’re pursuing a career in medicine?” Her low chuckle and confident shake of head gave him enough, but even so she spoke. “Oh no, I’m far from interested in medicine. I couldn’t bare being exposed to diseases or let alone pestering patients claiming a self given illness… sorry, doctor— but my care for medicine is none existent.” Granting him one last glance, [y/n] collected her book once again reading where she had left off, leaving a concentrated James looking up at her, fingers rubbing at his chin as he tried to study her, but what could he possibly study when all he could think about was how interesting she was.

Clearing his throat and tearing his gaze from her, James smiled politely at the girls who had become silent throughout their minutes of conversation, intrigued by what know-it-all [y/n] shot his way. “I’d like to leave it off with that great question, I’m truly sorry to those who didn’t get to receive an answer, but I’d like to soak in such great thoughts.” He was obviously trying to gain [y/n’s] attention through the jealous glares of her peers. It was nothing she couldn’t answer with a roll of eyes as she kept her focus on the novel.

“Girls, please make sure to walk out safe- Girls! Girls be careful going down the stairs, please!” Poor, professors being ignored and the majority of girls made their way out of the building just to go back home. Adeline and [y/n] themselves waited until the box was cleared up so hoards of girls wouldn’t get hurt. The chatter of other girls coming to no importance to the [y/h/c] headed girl who kept trying to finish reading her book, that is until she heard the girls start to squeal and a strong presence stand in front of her.

As her head remained low and her expression of frustration was only seen by the book in-front of her, [y/n] slowly moved her book just to see the pair of blue eyes who had stared at her earlier. “Oh, it’s you…” She wasn’t trying to hide her words. With a nod, [y/n] straightened up to properly greet him. “I saw you reading throughout the whole presentation and just wanted to know what it was that you’re reading…” James tried to keep his composure like her or at least seem uncaring like her.

[y/n] showed him the cover of the book with a smile, “Quite childish, pardon me.” It was the works of Cervantes ‘Don Quixote’ after her parents made her study in Spain for a good while, she had created a list of popular Spanish books— book she wasn’t really allowed to read until now. “Oh, no! It’s rather magnificent. I see you’re reading an original Spanish version… um, I’ve actually read a German version but it came nowhere near the original.” Nodding at his words, [y/n’s] annoyance had shifted to that pleasure knowing someone was willing to talk about literature with her. “I agree! The English version in itself is nothing compared to this… I do hope I caused no offense with the lack of attention, in fact I was dragged here.” [y/n’s] eyes shifted to Nini who like the few girls that remained, only glared at her,

“Ah, so you had no plans on coming?” James was teasing as he held a playful smirk on his face, not counting on you to be even more blunt. “Of course not. Now, if you excuse me I’d like to go home. I’m hungry after all.” James smirk didn’t falter, a chuckle left his lips when nodding and moving aside to let her pass. Watching her every move from pulling Nini’s hand to walking out of the box.

How lovely to never know what she’ll respond with.

It wasn’t a long walk until both girls had arrived home, causing for Adeline to slap [y/n’s]arm and pout at the girl whilst making her way upstairs. “How is it fair that you who didn’t care at all for him not only got a questioned answer but made him go all the way up to the box just have a conversation that you cut short? It’s honestly not fair!” There was no way [y/n] was phased by her stupid tantrums, in fact she tried hiding the smile that resided behind her book and if it wasn’t become Mrs. Nowak came into the picture, she would’ve silently laughed it off.

“What’s wrong with her now?” Her mother questioned, untying the apron she ported demonstrating she was making dinner. “Please ask her during dinner.” Mrs. Nowak shook her head knowing [y/n] loved seeing Adeline get riled up over dumb things and this time, it was one of them (or so it was believed, it was simply the start).

As dinner had commenced and the chatter between the family continued, Mrs. Nowak remembered what had happened earlier when the girls arrived home. [y/n] who as always was reading her book on the table (almost done eating) and Nini who kept asking for things to her father; the older lady cleared her throat sitting up straight to look at her daughter. “Could you explain you earlier tantrum? Including that slap to [y/n’s] shoulder,” [y/n] tried to pay no attention but could feel her face muscle trying to form a smirk.

Adeline had an expression of feigned regret, that is until she slightly turned her head to see [y/n] fighting off her smirk. “It’s her fault! [y/n] didn’t even care for the presentation and Doctor Potter gave her all his attention! Attention that she even ignored.” Knowing well the other three were looking at her, [y/n] made sure her smirk never revealed itself. Placing her book down, the girl turned to a bratty Nini. “Maybe if you would’ve let me stay in the courtyard whilst you went to the presentation, then this wouldn’t have happened.” Shrugging and getting her book once again, Aleksy who enjoyed seeing Nini become angry, released a loud laugh just seeing how nonchalantly [y/n] responded to his sister’s acclamations.

“Adeline, please. Don’t make such big fuzz over a pretty boy. Doctor James in only here for a few months until the school year finishes. Don’t make him uncomfortable like the other girls already are.” Mr. Nowak himself wouldn’t want his daughter to be in the midst of rumors for being a pestering unwanted clingy girl. “It’s just not fair at all! [y/n] was extremely rude towards him and still he tried making conversation with him.” A pout resided on her thin lips and her cold arms crossed in front of her chest. “Is that so, [y/n]?” Mrs. Nowak turned to the girl smiling at the current adventure Don Quixote was having, ignoring the pesky buzzing coming from Nini’s mouth.

“Huh?” She’d question looking up with a soft smile, making Aleksy chuckle at her response. “Where you being rude to Doctor Potter?” Mrs. Nowak despite being strict with her children and trying to not be as harsh with [y/n], would always choose her children, so if something was bothering either of them concerting the young girl to her left, then of course she’d point fingers.

“Being blunt and honest about your thoughts on medicine and frustration on being dragged to something you’re now being attacked on, it’s rather not considered rude, Mrs. Nowak.” The older lady watched as [y/n] went back to her book, hating how every time something like this came, [y/n] was in no way caring for the thoughts of others. In reassurance, Mr. Nowak shot a glare to the young girl. “What have I said about honesty, [y/n]?”

“To not express it if it offends.”

“Well?” “Forgive me but it was well obvious Doctor Potter felt no sense of offense. If he was then his facial expression would demonstrate it but his glimmering eyes were up for either a challenge or simply enjoyed the honesty to know I wouldn’t waste his time like he wasted mine.” Both Nini and her mother looked at each other before turning to the head of house who behind his glass of wine held a simple smile. Unlike his father, Aleksy blew a playful kiss her way to show how much he was enjoying these times. Clearing his throat and pushing his chair back to symbolize the end of this dinner, Mr. Nowak coughed looking at them all. “A reminder that a welcoming ball for Doctor Potter will take place next Saturday. Start preparing for the night, and no [y/n]— you can’t stay home.” With a huff, she continued her reading.

The leading events to the ball were nothing but boring and routinely. If this ball was to change anything in this boring city, then hopefully it would be the entertainment within. So as both girls help each other with their hair in the coach, Nini idly talking of how wonderful it would be to be asked to dance.

Even if she wasn’t mentioning names, it was evident Nini was referring to Doctor Potter who became Aleksy’s medical school professor. At those news, Adeline kept on bothering and begging her brother to let her attend at least one class and be his assistant partner until he officially attained one, but knowing well what she was up to— Aleksy would decline her please and ask [y/n] just to bother his sister. Always received with a: “I don’t care.” From [y/n] who only wanted to be left alone whilst writing down her annotations.

“I’m sure you’ll get asked, Nini.” Smiling [y/n’s] way, the blonde looking straight forward as [y/n] fixed the pastel green gown that she had received not long ago. The sleeves of the dress puffing out and the train of it long not long enough to be stepped on. At least it wasn’t as uncomfortable like other dresses she’s worn so as long as she doesn’t find herself dancing, it’ll all be fine. Not like anyone was to ask her to dance.

At least that’s what she thought. Throughout the night [y/n] had politely decline everyone that asked to dance offering them a chat before pretending like she wanted to talk to someone important. That’s how the whole night went on, [y/n] avoiding everyone, some chasing after her, Nini dancing with those who asked but not satisfied knowing none of them were James. James that through the night of talking with aristocrats had kept an eye on her ever since she had arrived.

James had heard of how Lady [y/l/n] came to the city as a guest to the Nowak's whilst her father and mother administrated business they’d place in different countries— their most successful one in New England. Knowing so, he was aware that if her status was as high as claimed then, it’d be possible to see her everywhere he went. Righteously so, the moment she stepped foot through those wooden doors, his eyes never left hers and his blood only boiled when he saw anyone approach her. It was surprising how he came to be this way. Wanting to know everything over a young girl who cared very little for him or anyone around her.

It didn’t mean anything, so be it— if he had to chase after her for just a glance, then he will.

Seeing as she stood next to her blonde friend looking his way, James tried not to roll his eyes at the sight of her. “Excuse me for second…” He’d politely tell his companionship, striding towards [y/n] who kept looking at the dishes of food granted by the hosts. “Do you think their creme cheese shrimp is good?” [y/n] asked Nini who was jumping from excitement the moment she noticed James walk their direction. In moments when Nini was about to scold her for thinking of food, James had beat her to it. “Perhaps try the salmon crackers with creme cheese and caviar.” His husky voice made the [y/h/c] girl turn to look at him, having a piece of bread already in her mouth.

Adeline’s excitement began to falter seeing the young man smile towards her best friend’s way. [y/n] herself though was having a thrill, enjoying his persistence. “I don’t eat raw fish nor fish eggs.” Her voice soft as she took another bite of the bread in her hand. “Are you enjoying yourselves, ladies?” It would’ve been painfully rude to ignore Nini’s existence. “I will if I’m aloud to eat in peace.” [y/n] mumbled looking at the floor beneath her. Adeline nudged her friend making James chuckle lightly. “Lady [y/l/n] you’re so lucky I enjoy your persona! Would you mind giving me this dance?” His hand begun to stretch, a smile prominent on his plump lips, and his eyes bright enough as they stared into hers, believing he had finally gotten through her.

“What part of I want to eat in peace wasn’t clear, doctor?” His head tilted, she was even more blunt that their first encounter but even so his smile never changed. “I’m sure my friend here would love a dance with you. Isn’t that right, Nini?” Adeline didn’t even try to conceal her agreement, smiling at how his gaze turned to her, she failed to see his expression showing terror, but like the gentleman he’s to be, he took her hand in his— taking her to the dance floor in which they begun the ballad.

[y/n] had not only become annoyed by the guys that kept asking to dance even though she denied all of them, but by news she had received earlier that day. They weren’t entirely unpleasant— in fact she adored the idea, but what she didn’t appreciate was the way her parents just treated her like a rag doll and decided her whereabouts. “Don’t you think it was harsh?” Looking up from her sitting position, [y/n] stood up to greet her host. “Mr. Nowak…”

Chuckling he took a piece of bread from the table as well. “He’s only trying to be friendly [y/n].” Shrugging, she ate the last of her piece. “Even so, he’s getting in the middle of my feast and streak of rejection.” Looking towards his direction, [y/n] smiled seeing how miserable he looked whilst Nini talked his ear off. “Would you reject me if I ask for a dance?” Seeing his hand stretched out to her and a pout form on her lips, she shook her head. “I suppose I can’t deny you.” Taking his hand into hers, the two joined the dance floor, in sync with the others.

“[y/n], I adore my daughter but it’s convenient you’re the one who becomes closer to him.” As his hand rested on her hip and other held her hand, Mr. Nowak looked at the way Nini kept talking with the Doctor. “Why would you say so?” [y/n] questioned, the dance moving making her turn to see the unpleasant interaction. “I don’t want Adeline to have everything so easy without trying. We made the mistake of letting our children be spoiled but at least Aleksy is working hard to continue his studies and become a doctor of himself. Nini… Nini is just attending school until she can marry anyone who’d care for her. I just want her to continue an easy boring life— that’s what will happen if she tries to pursue Potter.

Laughing at his comment, [y/n] tilted her head looking at the man she danced with. “Are you setting me up for a well knit life, Mr. Nowak?” Her eyes comically closed as she laughed, her grip tightening a bit. “Is that so? I don’t think you want to do that.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, the accountant shook his head. “Of course not, dear. Both you and Potter would most definitely have an interesting life together. Do you really see him putting up with your snarky remarks all the time? Of course your smart mouth won’t even let him try and raise his voice at you. Don’t you think that’s exciting! Your life won’t be typical and arranged like everyone else’s in this room. Just look around, misery and hypocrisy. Don’t you think it’s tasty?”

That’s what drove her to Mr. Nowak, his mind was twisted by the desolation and despair. His advice always drove [y/n] to feel the rush of liberation, and his kindness kept sanity within her knowing that at least someone encouraged her strong stance and will to continue her own path. “Now do me a favor and go dance with him, dear.”

Bowing to each other as the dance was over, [y/n] strode to where Nini and James stood. The excitement and euphoria Nini was feeling became disgusting and obnoxious to [y/n], compared to James’ distress and frustration that she still kept him standing in the middle of the floor knowing well she was up for another dance.

“That was wonderful, Doctor! Where did you learn to dan—“ Nini had no chance in finishing her sentence as [y/n] stood beside her. Strong and determined, the girl only stared at him.

“Dance with me.”

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