#not to be cheesy but its been raining all morning and then suddenly when i opened this .. the sun BURST through the clouds ....

[taichouu]

hi im love you!!!!!!!!!!

ME WHEN MY KENDALL COMES TO SAY HELLO HI HEN <3

Have you experienced wonder and love today? Or eaten anything delicious !! I'm about to eat a really tasty sandwich on my lunch break so you should definitely join me and eat something tasty too.

#tai talks #strawberrystepmom #mutuals! #not to be cheesy but its been raining all morning and then suddenly when i opened this .. the sun BURST through the clouds .... #i think its a sign perhaps.. #my ask box has been so EMPTY lately i kinda miss when it used to be more active 🛌🏻 #🪤🪤 spspsp... #anyways i love you kendy stay safe today and protect your peace 💓

[still-with-koo]

Just Neighbours | MYG | KSJ

Series: Chapter Three

summary: You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

pairing: yoongi x reader; seokjin x reader; maybe some jimin x reader

wc: 3,971

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; slow burn; angst; fluff; exes to something… maybe friends, maybe lovers; some idiots to lovers; some enemies to friends to lovers; there’s pining, more so in future chapters; some pov switches; mentions of emotional abuse; mentions of infidelity; mentions of stringing someone along; some (poor) attempts at humour; oc gets embarrassed a lot; oc can be a bit insensitive; a few swear words; some self esteem issues come up down the line; kissing; sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; there may be explicit sexual content in future chapters. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

playlist: she’s in the rain by the rose

a/n: it’s been a long wait. i hope this makes up for it! we see a bit more of seokjin in this one <3

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4

It is raining preternaturally strong this morning. You slide the glass door open and step onto the balcony to observe the downpour closer still. The sun has barely risen and yet the storm seems to be in full bloom. 

You suddenly wonder if anyone watching below might think you are mad for standing on your balcony in such weather. But the outer ledge extends far enough to keep you from getting drenched to the bone. You only feel light drizzle across your face, which is reason enough to stay out here. 

You lazily place a hand on the railing and glance towards your neighbour. Their balcony blinds shuffle a little. You see the tiniest sliver of a face peeking through them but it leaves much too fast for you to make out.

The blinds are now being drawn and on any other day you would have stayed, delighted with the possibility of finally making their acquaintance. However on this day, you are not in much of a mood to pretend you are something you’re not. 

Slinking indoors, you decide to make yourself some warm tea to console yourself. It has only been a few days but Jimin’s absence is felt so strongly you wonder what would happen if he never speaks to you again. That is why you’ve been feeling so blue lately. There is no other reason that comes to mind to explain the gaping hole in your chest. 

Your kitchen light flicks on and you reach into the cupboard, grabbing the first mug that comes to hand.

And then freeze.

The familiar inscription brings a strange feeling to the pit of your stomach. And a memory you thought you had long forgotten. 

“My whole heart?” You giggle, tracing the inscription across the mug with your fingertip. Slowly looking up at him, you smile, “I never pictured you as the cheesy type, Yoongi.” 

A lopsided grin is his initial response, but then he kicks a nonexistent rock on your carpet, avoiding your gaze while he whispers under his breath, “Well, I couldn’t put ‘sex kitten’, could I?”

You snort, replying, “Because that would be you, silly.” 

At that, he pounces on you, grabbing your hand in his and biting your lip. “Naughty thing,” he growls.

“What? Are you going to prove it now?” You are breathing shallow, mesmerized by the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

Shallower still when he catches your chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh, I will get to that, but there is so much I want to do to you first.” 

You try to push him away giggling so much you can hardly breathe as he plants kisses all over your face. “Enough, enough! I surrender,” you say finally, hands in the air as he sits back on the couch, surveying you with delight. 

“I love you.”

Those three words hung in the air and at first you didn’t know who said them. But by the look on his face, it becomes painfully clear. 

You did.

It was as if he just saw a ghost. He grew as pale as the wall behind him and to ease whatever strange discomfort arose you try to laugh it off. A couch cushion is thrown in his direction and soon it was as if nothing had happened. 

The sound of knocking on your door rouses you from your daydream. 

It takes a few seconds to register what is happening as you stare at the mug in your hands.

“Coming!” You throw in their direction as you walk over to the trash can, letting the mug hover over the bin. Sighing, you quickly place it back in the cupboard before yelling out, “I’m coming!”

Wiping your hands, you press up against the door. 

Odd. You don’t see anyone through the peephole. 

Slowly opening the door, you check. The coast is clear. 

Closing the door behind you, your back hits the solid wood with a thud. Things like this have been happening a lot lately. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard knocking at your door without any visitors. And just last night, you could have sworn you heard your name being called out.

Shaking your head, you suddenly realize you will be late for work and start getting ready. 

You’re mindlessly inputting inventory when your phone lights up. The sound of the storm outside must have drowned out the ding but there is a new notification. A message, surely.

You know you shouldn’t have your phone on the shop counter (it’s against store policy or whatever) but you can’t help it. You have a pretty good hunch one of these days (any moment now!) Jimin will come to his senses and call you back.

Or at least send a text.

Maybe a noncommittal ‘hey’.

Any acknowledgment would be nice, really. Anything to show he is close to forgiving you for scaring the life out of him during your drunken blackout.

You haven’t even told him that Yoongi brought you home that night… not that he gave you a chance. A ‘You ok?’ ‘Yes’ and he hung up. Just like that. And radio silence ever since.

“Are you trying to telekinetically vaporize your phone or something?” Taeyeon’s voice drifts into your consciousness. You didn’t even notice her enter from the backroom.

You give her a small smile and grab your phone, noting the junk email notification before quickly slipping it into your pocket while she comes around the corner to inspect your work.

“Finished with the inventory check yet?”

“Not yet.”

The storm grows louder and you catch a flash of lightening outside.

You can feel Taeyeon peering over your shoulder, a small click of her tongue punctuating some thought you can almost hear as her brows furrow. She then inhales slowly, her words coming out even slower, as if she’s measuring them carefully. “Are you feeling ok?”

You glance back at her with a puzzled expression, “Yes?” There is a searching look in her eyes. You know that look. Your mother used to give you that look every time you said you were fine when you really weren’t.

“Ok, I’ll take your word for it,” she replies, hands falling to her hips, “but you need to get your act together. This isn’t like you.” You follow her finger to the screen and notice a ‘daffy duck’ where ‘daffodils’ ought to be. Face heating up, you correct the mistake and chirp out a “sorry” as she clicks her tongue again.

“Business has been good lately, but we need to draw in more high end customers.” When your blank expression doesn’t change, she pulls out her phone, pointing to some article in Forbes magazine. “We need those rich heiresses who’ll spend a grand on a few special centrepieces. Or their gold digger husbands.”

You bite your lip. The business side of things has always felt a little bit daunting. But you are determined to do well… if nothing else, simply to prove to yourself you can do it. You nod and she gives you a small smile. Then her face lights up. “Ah, I almost forgot, the company is throwing a…” Taeyeon’s voice fades out as the front door chimes.

With a quick clear of your throat, you glance towards the front door. “Welcome to Stay Gold Marigolds,” you sing out in your best customer service voice. The one that’s a bit too high, an iteration that still needs a bit of work admittedly.

A yellow umbrella folds up and out from behind it appears a rain-soaked but unmistakably luminous face.

He looks up and smiles.

You recognize that face.

“… scary pregnant friend!” You’re now pointing at him with a smile. When you notice your hand, you quickly bring it down.

He nods, grinning back.

“That’s my alias,” he replies, casually glancing at Taeyeon with a polite smile. “But most people just call me Seokjin.” He’s fixing his tie with one hand as the now folded umbrella dangles languidly from his other. Even slightly drenched, he looks immaculate. The universe really has favourites.

Then you realize you just called him “scary pregnant friend”.

Oops.

“Ah, of course,” you reply, grimacing slightly. “Seokjin. Always happy to see a returning customer.”

Something flashes across his face, but you’re too busy fending yourself from Taeyeon’s elbow to notice.

“Um, Seokjin. This is Taeyeon, the store manager.”

She sends him a dazzling smile before straightening her blouse. Seokjin glances at you momentarily before approaching with a rather quick pace, extending his hand out to Taeyeon. Taeyeon’s mouth opens slightly but Seokjin doesn’t seem to notice as his attention immediately fixes back onto you.

“I’m glad you’re working today, Y/N,” he comments, hand leaving Taeyeon’s to rest on the shop counter. “I owe you my life.”

“Your life…?” You can feel Taeyeon’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “For what?”

“For getting me out of trouble. My scary pregnant friend,” he pauses, his unexpected wink earning a knowing smile from you, “loved the flowers. She wants another bouquet for her birthday.” He glances down and adds, “and this tremendous umbrella, thank you for saving me from the downpour.”

“Oh, um, you’re welcome.” Your reply comes out a bit stilted as Taeyeon catches your eye, her smile seemingly plastered on as her eyes dart between yours and Seokjin’s. You respond with a slight tilt of your head as if to ask ‘what is it?’ You’re clearly lost.

Frustrated, she clears her throat. “You know, we have quite a selection of other arrangements. Perhaps you… or your wife… would—“

Seokjin’s eyes widen at Taeyeon’s insinuation. “Oh, I’m not married—“

You watch him scramble to switch the umbrella to his right hand and if it weren’t for the shrill sound of a phone cutting him off you’re sure he would have shown you his empty fourth finger. Confusion spreads across Taeyeon’s face before she realizes it’s her office phone. As she runs off, you smile at Seokjin.

“Ok, so no funeral, then?”

Seokjin laughs, and with a little prompting he starts telling you about his face off with the scary pregnant friend. Before long you’re giggling at his dramatic retelling, amused by how believably he re-enacts the scene for you. He even does her pregnant waddle, and smiles extra big when you laugh so hard a snort escapes. You’re positively red but he finds it endearing.

You laugh freely, he thinks, a trait he doesn’t see as often as he likes.

But then your focus shifts. Not that he notices, though. Not yet at least.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, a soft ding drawing only your attention.

It would be rude to look at your phone now, you think to yourself as you bite your nail, eyes still locked on Seokjin but mind now on your phone.

The possibility that Jimin—

No, he definitely hasn’t texted you back.

But then again, you did send him a special something in the hopes of guilting him into forgiving you.

It wouldn’t have gotten there yet, though… would it?

Wait, Seokjin is still talking.

You clear your throat and smile, trying your best to look interested in whatever Seokjin is saying. But suddenly it’s silent and it looks like he might have asked you a question.

“What do you think?”

He did. He asked you a question.

Shit.

You inhale, considering your options: You could fess up; or take a stab at an answer.

Swallowing your pride, you decide to come clean about zoning out for a few seconds.

But those aren’t the words that fall out.

“Sounds good,” you choke out, clearing your throat again.

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid. Why would you say that? What did he even ask?

It must have been a good response because he is positively radiating with happiness. His smile is so big it’s infectious and soon you’re smiling too. But you have no idea why.

“It’s only a few minutes walk from here, actually,” he continues, but the sparkle in his eye slowly fades as yours does.

“Walk…to?” You’re biting your lip now. 

His eyes narrow and you know he’s caught you redhanded. But then he chuckles, responding with a sweetness you didn’t expect.

“Well, I was just… I mean if you have time, maybe you could join me at my coffee shop,” he starts, and you notice the tips of his ears turning red. When the expression on your face starts to shift, he quickly adds, “I need to completely revamp it. I would love if you could drop by to help me choose decorations.”

Taeyeon enters at this last part and excitedly starts pushing you towards the door before you can even reply. “Of course, she would. Go on, Y/N. Help him choose.” And then she whispers, only for your ears, “This is it. Go get ‘em”

Seokjin wasn’t lying about the distance. It really was but 5 minutes from your flower shop. And the rain had let up thankfully. 

However, the small cozy coffee shop you were expecting isn’t at all how he described it. 

It’s not a tiny, out of the way place. It’s a beautiful place attached to an even more beautiful restaurant. 

He opens the glass door and you put one hesitant step in front of the other, taking in the marble tiles and spacious set up, with exquisitely decorated tables and a front desk with a glorious bouquet.

You catch Seokjin waving behind you and when you look ahead, the hostess quickly pulls the bouquet down. You can’t help the quirk of your lip at this gesture. 

His hand at the small of your back gently ushers you towards a table at the glass corner outlooking the park outside. Gesturing to the seat, you sit down and look up at him with orbs for eyes. 

This can’t be his. Maybe he is renting the coffee shop from the owner of the restaurant?

“So, this place needs a remodel. Have a look around and let me know your thoughts. I’m just going to get us a coffee, hmm?” You nod and get up to survey the area. 

A hostess walks towards you with a very broad smile. “You must be Mr. Kim’s girlfriend,” she immediately says as she comes within earshot. “Nice to meet you! I’m Anya.”

You gasp, quickly shaking your head. “No, no, I’m just here to help him with decorating. I work at the flower shop nearby.”

She looks at you closely, finger coming up to her cheek. “I’ve never seen Mr. Kim look at anyone the way he looks at you. He is clearly smitten.”

That is ludicrous, you think to yourself.

But her tone doesn’t give even a hint of sarcasm. She sounds dead serious.

“And if I were you,” she continues, “I would make a move. He is quite the catch.”

You smile politely. “I’m sure he is. A very handsome man with a … coffee shop like this. I’m sure whoever his girlfriend is, she is very lucky.”

Anya laughs. “He owns the whole restaurant chain, coffee shop and all. His mother passed down the ownership last year and he has been doing wonders to make the name even more well known than ever.”

Her eyes sparkle as she continues to tell you more and more about Seokjin, and you notice Seokjin speaking with a waiter over her shoulder. He turns slightly and catches your eye, giving you a sweet smile. 

“So many people come to this location to see him. I mean, look at him. Even I took this job to have the chance of meeting him, thinking maybe he might fall… oh, I sound delusional.” She laughs again. 

There’s no way someone like him is interested in me, you think to yourself. 

“He is so focused on work like it is the only thing that matters in the world. So I was surprised to see him looking at you like—“

Lips pulling into a straight line, you decide you’ve heard enough. “I’m sorry, I really think I should take a look around now. Thank you, though!”

She nods but you don’t wait for another word as you turn away to look at the rest of the place. You run your fingertips across the sparkling glass countertops. He really doesn’t need a remodel. It already looks so perfect. 

“Any ideas, yet?”

Seokjin’s voice startles you. He then extends a mug towards you as he takes a sip of his.

“Ah, I’ll need to mull it over, but I’m thinking we could add some more bold pieces. Most of your decorations and flower pieces are quite understated, but I think you need something louder, something that stands out…”

The more you say, the more his smile grows. He doesn’t say anything though, and just keeps smiling at you. When you finish, you look at him, expecting a response. But his sunny silence remains.

“And you have quite a few windows, Seokjin, but I think you could use some more lighting by this corner here.” You walk over to the edge that is blocked by the counter. 

His smile turns lopsided, and you come up to him with your hands on your hips. “Are you not going to say anything?”

“It’s just that… when you stood in that dark corner, it lit up immediately. I think all I need is you… for this place to brighten up.”

Your jaw drops. “Mr. Kim Seokjin, are you flirting with me?”

“Depends. Did you like it?”

“Seokjin!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

If you didn’t know better, you would think he was about to kiss you with that look in his eye. Your heart is suddenly beating really hard as you try to avoid Seokjin’s rather intense gaze. 

“Right. Well, the lighting is not our department. Just a friendly suggestion,” you reply, clearing your throat. You can feel his gaze follow you as you walk towards the centre aisle. 

“For the flowers, I think we can arrange some samples for you. Maybe some lovely arrangements of peonies, carnations and crown imperials in vibrant colours? Or even a colourful mixture of rumex, parrot-beak and larkspur…” Your finger comes to your chin as you consider the options. 

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Seokjin says, hand lightly touching your arm to get your attention. He’s still smiling. “I was wondering if maybe you…” When you look up at him, there is a look in his eyes that has you swallowing hard. “Maybe you…”

“Mr. Kim, your twelve o’clock has arrived.”

The moment breaks and Seokjin excuses himself with the most apologetic look on his face. 

When he returns, you’re done with taking measurements and pictures. 

“I have all I need, Seokjin. So unless there’s anything else, I should get going.”

“Let me walk you.”

“It’s pouring!” You’re holding your hand out, watching the splashes on the palm of your hand. 

Seokjin opens up the umbrella in an instant and steps out onto the sidewalk. “Your umbrella is going to save us again,” he shouts over the storm. He slowly steps back in towards you and holds out his hand. “Join me,” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes. 

You put your hand in his, and suddenly he starts running, pulling you closer to him. You’re both dashing towards your flower shop, gliding out of the way of an older couple with an even bigger umbrella, and you both laugh with childish glee as you look at each other, relishing the angry curses they throw your way. 

You’re nearly out of breath when you reach your shop. He looks at you with a glow.

The umbrella has not saved either of you as drops glisten on his sparkling skin, his dark strands damp. And the left side of his beautiful Italian suit is soaked through.

He looks at you and notices similar twinkling droplets on your flushed cheek, and gently wipes them away, eyes shifting up to meet yours. With a furrowed brow, he moves a few wet strands from your eyes. “Probably should have brought you in the car, huh?”

“What? No way,” you exclaim, finally catching your breath. “This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” You look up into his eyes and see a sparkle you recognize as his pretty, full lips pull into an even bigger smile. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. I used to love running in the rain back in my hometown. This brought back so many memories.” You shake your head when an old memory tries to resurface. Not now, you think to yourself. You don’t want to be reminded of an old flame when soothing water stands right before you. 

“Then, can I ask if maybe you would—“

Before Seokjin can finish his question, his attention shifts past you, followed by a quick apology on his lips for being in the doorway for so long. He slowly pulls you aside and you meet a set of brown eyes as they walk past you. 

Yoongi’s eyes shift from yours to Seokjin’s and back to yours again and you see something flicker in them momentarily before he’s walking away from you. 

“Hey, isn’t that Min Yoongi?” Seokjin asks, astounded by the sudden run in. But you’re not really paying attention, a slow nod being your only response. Why was he in your flower shop?

Seokjin is oblivious, of course. When you look at him, he still has his sunny smile as if nothing has happened. 

You give him a slightly dimmer smile in return.

Taeyeon’s head pops out the front door as she starts to call out, but then she notices you and Seokjin. “Hey, you two. Come in, will you? You’ll get…even more drenched than you are.”

Inside, your mind is still on Yoongi when Taeyeon drops another piece of news. 

“We’re going to a charity ball next Friday, Y/N. So let me know if you need a shopping buddy? I need a dress myself.”

“A charity ball next Friday! It’s not the one at the Palisades, is it?” Seokjin asks excitedly.

“It is,” Taeyeon replies, “Are you going, too?”

“I am, but I don’t have a date unfortunately.” At this, he glances at you but you’re still lost in thought. 

Taeyeon picks up on it, though. 

“Y/N doesn’t have a date either! Why don’t you two go together?”

Seokjin turns to you for your answer, but you’re not paying any attention to him.

He watches as you fish out your now ringing phone from your pocket and notices how your face lights up tenfold. From this angle, he can make out a big ‘JIMINIE’ splashed across your phone screen.

If you had been paying any attention to him, you would have noticed his shoulders slump a little and the corner of his mouth falter a degree before he sits back up, smiling pleasantly while you excuse yourself to take the call.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #suga x reader #suga angst #suga fluff #suga fanfic #seokjin x reader #seokjin angst #seokjin fluff #seokjin fanfic #52hertz #lilo fics #sorry this took so long - writing has been so hard lately but i think this turned out ok :)

[judysxnd]

Pictures you take of Finn on vacation

Beach edition

I had this idea today when I was looking at pictures of Finn. I think that’s a good idea, I might do it for other occasions! I liked the result so yeah, I think I’ll do it again. Hope you will like it too!

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Its the morning, around 10am, and you’re in the hotel room. You’re laying in bed, on your phone as Finn is in the bathroom. Music blaring from the speaker (at a reasonable volume), Finn suddenly got out of the bathroom in his robe and starts dancing around. You took the opportunity to take a picture when he makes a pose. You couldn’t stop laughing.

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One afternoon, as it was very sunny but too hot to do anything, you guys decided to rent a boat for the day, and sail around. As Finn knows how to drive a boat, he could show you. After he made you take the wheel for some time, you went back to your sit, and Finn took it back. You found your phone in your pockets, which gave you an idea: take a picture of him.

“What are you doing?” Finn said analyzing what you were doing.

“Enjoying the view” you smiled which made him laugh.

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There was this one and only rainy day during the trip where the temperature dropped really bad. You stayed in bed, enjoying the view, cuddling. You also watched some tv shows, and a movie while eating dinner. After dining, it stopped raining so you decided to go for a walk on the beach and watch the sunset. This time, Finn took his camera, and took pictures of you without you knowing.

“The sunset is really red” you said staring at the sun.

“Yeah it’s beautiful” Finn said coming next to you as you stopped.

“Give me your camera” he did not question it and gave it to you. You took some pictures of the landscape, but you also took some of Finn.

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The first morning after you arrived at the hotel, you were both up really early. You were both getting ready, however you didn’t know what to do. It was kind of cloudy but it was a little hot.

“we could go on for a walk” you suggested, as you were drying your hair.

“Huh, too lazy” you laughed.

“Not even one day on vacation and you’re already playing the lazy card. What are we going to do during this week?” You both laughed.

“We could take our bikes” you were confused.

“That’s literally more exhausting than walking”

“Yeah, but I don’t know, I kind of prefer that” you laughed.

“Well then, okay, I’m good for that”

After you were both ready, you went to take your bikes that were in the car. Finn got on his, so did you. He was arranging something when you put your phone out.

“Finn, smile” he looked up, confused, then laughed. You took the first picture.

“Always taking pictures”

“I’m making memories dumbass” he rolled his eyes.

After a while of riding you arrived on the road next to the beach. You were challenging each other on some races and all, just goofing around. In front of you, there were two women, standing in front of the beach, and taking pictures. After passing them, Finn went a little faster and mimicked them. You bursted into laughter and played the game by taking pictures of him, which gave as a result the second picture.

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Tonight, you both wanted to eat outside, on the beach. There were tables with benches not far from the hotel. You ordered some pizzas and bought a few beers before going there. It was cute, just the two of you, laughing, talking, drinking a little. You had some cards and games, so you played, fighting because one’s cheating and all.

“It’s been a while we haven’t done that” you added

“Yeah. It was much needed”

“Agreed” you both smiled at each other.

The next morning you found this picture in your camera roll, not really remembering when you took it.

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Obviously it would not be a true beach vacation without surfing. Finn loves to surf, which means that the location of the holidays were based on a good place to surf. Unfortunately you do not know how to surf. After a very long conversation, Finn managed to convince you that he could teach you the basics because “it could be fun if we had something more in common, we could go surf together and all”. You couldn’t resist him, so one afternoon when the waves seemed good, you went to the beach, on a side where there weren’t much people.

When you arrived on the parking lot, Finn was so excited to teach you everything. He got out of the car and started to get out his board. You stood next to the car, nervous, looking around you. You finally looked back at Finn, still taking stuff out of the car. You looked at your phone, hoping for something that could avoid this situation. You looked up to see Finn smiling at you. You quickly went on Snapchat and took this picture of him.

After walking a while, Finn put his board on the sand and showed you the positions and all. You mimicked him, feeling embarrassed.

“This is so humiliating” you said looking down.

“Why?”

“I don’t know” Finn laughed

“Don’t think about the people around us” you stared at him, he knew you too well.

After a while, you both went in the water, staying around the little waves area so you could try to find your balance there first. Let’s just say it was not a success. You ended up staying on the sand, watching Finn surf like a god. You kind of felt dumb, embarrassed, even uncomfortable because you couldn’t do it, and because Finn and the other people around you had to see this.

Finn made sure the rest of the day was way better than this so you would not feel guilty for anything, after all it wasn’t that bad.

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One classic afternoon on the beach, tanning, playing and swimming together. After swimming for a while, you took a break and joined Finn who stayed on the beach. He was looking at you, phone out, taking pictures. You laughed as you approached him.

“Please tell me you’re not taking pictures”

“So you’re allowed to but not me?”

“Exactly” you laughed as you sat down in front of him. He took one more picture of you, which made you roll your eyes and smile.

“The view is too beautiful”

“So cheesy”

After that, Finn went in the water for some time, and when he came back, you made sure to do exactly the same thing he did with you. As he sat down, you took this picture.

“We’re even now” you said proudly.

“We’re far from even” you both laughed.

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One morning, you were both wandering around the city, going in some shops, talking, discovering the city when you came across what seemed a garage. Finn was intrigued because there were only old cars parked in the front. You walked closely to a board which explained that this place was actually renting the cars for a day.

“No way! We have to do this!” Finn exclaimed. He was suddenly so excited, like a child. It was hard to say no, and you were also excited about this idea.

The ride was so good, driving around the city, finding new places to go after, enjoying the wind and the sun in this old car. The experience was great. Before taking the car back at the garage, you stopped by the beach.

“Here, take a photo of me in the car” you laughed.

“You love it that much?”

“Come on just do it!” He was so excited. He kept begging you, so you just took the picture. What a child.

#finn cole #cute #i love him #fanfic #finn cole fan fiction #finn cole imagines #finn cole x reader #preferences #finn cole preferences

[empress-simps]

Strangers (nine)

▪︎Pairings: Kuroo Tetsuroo x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Akaashi Keiji and Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Typos and possibly grammatical errors

▪︎Synopsis: Finding out that your soulmate rejected the bond to be with someone else feels terrible.

Note: Sorry for the long wait! I took a break but I hope this chapter makes it up

》 epilogue

》 previous

》 Strangers Masterlist

It was only one in the morning when you suddenly sat up and panted, recovering from a vivid dream; or what you believe is a dream.

You finally realized

"There's no way..." You mumbled slowly turning your wrist and leaning closer to the lamp beside you that's emitting a warm light across your room.

Your wrist that had Bokuto's name in gray vanished. It was a completely blank slate.

You felt yourself grow nervous as a million thoughts ran in your head. "What...? How..? So it wasn't a dream?" You mumbled, eyes still wide with shock as you decided to turn on your lights for a clear inspection.

"I need answers." You nodded to yourself as you grabbed your phone and typed in the search bar your situation. Frantic eyes scanned the article as you fail to notice red lines forming words on your wrist, slowly etching the name of another person.

"...It means that fate has decided to rewrite your destiny by picking someone to be with you.. for good." You read the words aloud, even though the words may be cheesy it still tells the truth. Well what you hope is the truth.

It took some time for the news to settle in your system. You stared the ceiling of your bedroom, pondering as thoughst filled your head.

"What will happen to Bokuto? Will he have a new soulmate too?" You mumbled, then accidentally turning over your wrist to reveal the red ink almost completed in etching the name in your wrist as the vibrant color peaks and pulsitates in your skin.

Once again, you felt your world stop.

Much like what you felt discovering your ex-soulmate. Except this one didn't turn gray nor did you feel sadness or despair.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as the name glowed for a few seconds. You closed your eyes, relishing the euphoria you felt tears drip down your cheeks.

You feel something warm light up inside you, you feel light and you feel like you're... inlove.

This man is the one who truly loves you, the one who filled that missing puzzle piece in your heart that you didn't even notice. He looked past your imperfections and decided to see you in a completely different angle, not the "girl who's been rejected by her soulmate"

Kuroo Tetsuroo, is the one you're really destined to be with.

With shaky hands, you grab your phone and dialed his number. You didn't care if it's in the ungodly hours of night, you know that he's awake too. Call it a hunch or you're just linked to one another now.

"Y/n.." Kuroo breathed, his voice made butterflies erupt in you stomach as you smiled "Tetsuroo.."

"Are you okay?"

"I am. I know it now."

Kuroo chuckled, "Glad to hear it." You quirked an eyebrow, a playful smile clearly evident "Won't you take me out on a date?"

"Tsk. Depends on who's paying for it." He laughed, "Oh Kuroo you know that I'm an independent baddie, how bout 7 pm on saturday? Take me out on wherever, I don't know hangout places in Tokyo." You shrugged, Kuroo had a small smirk on his face.

"Of course sweetcheeks."

You cringed and heared him protest "Excuse me I'm trying to be sweet! It isn't cringy!"

"Wait, how did you even know-"

You both talked for a few more minutes before Kuroo had to end the call to sleep since they have an upcoming chemistry quiz tommorow.

And just like that, you both went to bed with evident smiles on your face.

Bokuto was restless.

Something didn't sit right with him.

Wether it's too cold for him to sleep without a blanket, or too hot for him to be wrapped up in one,he couldn't pin point what really is bugging him.

"Is the air conditioner broken..?" He mumbled as he slowly got up and used his phone as a flashlight to check, "Am I sick?" He mumbled. Once he confirmed the ac wasn't having any malfunction, he checked his temperature as he pressed his hand against his forehead.

"I'm no-" He stopped in his tracks as he looked down on his wrist where your name resides.

The same name where there's a line going across it, almost as if it's marking off. Like it was just a mistake.

He felt sick, is this why he couldn't sleep? Did the fates decided they weren't a match? They decided to do this after making him fall inlove with his soulmate?

Bokuto felt numb as his sunken eyes welled up with tears and an empty laugh was heard throughout his room.

"Is this what I get for hurting the people I love?"

The moonlight perfectly captured his despair as he sat down with his hand on his hair, crying his heart out and letting heart wrenching sobs out his shaking body.

Destiny is cruel.

When morning rolled around, you felt alive. You texted Kuroo a good morning and did your morning routine with a small smile on your face.

What you didn't expect was a disshelved Bokuto standing infront of the door. "Bokuto san.." You mumbled, clearly shocked. Bokuto met your happy and lively eyes, contrast to his bloodshot ones.

"It's Kuroo huh?" He mumbled, looking at the red mark, where once his name was etched in a grey tone. You looked down, "Yes."

"I love you.. I just thought I should let you know." He mumbled, a crack in his voice was evident. You looked at him in the eyes.

"Perhaps you loved me a little too late, Bokuto san."

A pained smile made it's way onto his face, "I can see that. I just hoped you gave me a chance-"

You stopped a scoff that threatens to bubble from your throat. "Bokuto san, you're the one who didn't give me a chance. You're the one who rejected me as soon as the mark was completed." You answered politely.

Every sentence pierced his heart. He knew what you said was right and it was all his fault. If there was one thing Bokuto is feeling right now, it's regret.

You looked down at your watch and checked the time. A rain drop fell onto the glass of your watch and you heard a faint thunder.

"We were soulmates who weren't meant to be, Bokuto. Maybe fate brought us together to learn. Until then Bokuto san, I hope we can become friends." You mumbled, bowing before taking your umbrella and leaving.

And for the numerous times he saw you walking away from him, this one hit him the hardest.

He stood still, slowly getting drenched as he felt the raindrops against him. Your figure slowly leaving his line of vision.

So that's what the both of you were, soulmates who knew nothing about one another. Soulmates who aren't meant to be.

Strangers.

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Routines and Coffees

day one of #5sosweek21: real life!calum 

summary: Calum’s routine changes one rainy day. 

author’s notes: I hope you enjoy and that this week is fun for you all! 

warnings: pure fluff :)

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Calum’s life had been a routine. He’d wake up every day and go through the same day no matter if the world around him was falling apart. He’d wake up with his alarm ringing in his ears, shaking the wooden nightstand that his dad had built him when he was a child before he went through the usual morning routine. Wash your teeth, wash your face, and get dressed for the day. Then from there, Calum would walk to work taking in the fresh air before he’d work the day away at the local book shop. Somedays he’d switch up his routine, picking a coffee over a tea in the morning or whenever he’d have an egg sandwich instead of his usual protein shake. But every day was the same; work, eat, sleep, and repeat. 

That was until you walked into the bookstore.

The bell above the door rang throughout the store, bringing Calum’s attention up from the book he’d been engrossed in. The rainy day had meant most people had opted to stay home and leave Calum to have an easy day at the store. Those were his favorite days when the pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the store and he could focus on his latest read. That day it had been a story of a pirate and his journey to find a long-lost love, a story too cheesy for Calum to tell his roommate Ashton he was reading so he’d spend his free time at the store to read it. But the ocean and cheers of pirates had long disappeared in Calum’s head as his eyes met yours.

“Hi,” his voice called out, his back straightening out as he gave you a small wave, “Are you looking for anything specific?” 

“Oh,” you smiled, taking the breath from Calum’s lungs, “I’m just browsing, trying to get away from the storm! Thank you though!” 

And with that you walked further back into the store, leaving Calum to his thoughts and book. His eyes scanned the pages over and over again, the image of your kind smile and bright eyes finding its way into the story where the pirate had a familiar look to him and maybe just maybe a resemblance to himself. Calum had a habit of doing that, getting lost in the pages of a book where he’d become the character until the line between the truth and fantasy blurred before the last page was read and he was pushed back into reality. But the fantasy kept going as he looked up and found you browsing a shelf filled with fantasy books, your eyes scanning the spines of books he’d organized and reorganized many times since he’d first started working at the store. 

“Do you have a favorite?” you asked, turning your head to face Calum, “There are so many options I don’t even know where to start.” 

“Oh, let me show you a few of my favorites,” Calum said and smiled, not missing the way her eyes traveled down his body before meeting his eyes. 

And that’s how Calum had spent the rest of his day, showing you his favorite books in the small shop as the rain drizzled outside. You’d listened to his recommendations, hanging off of his every word as he told you why one story was his favorite followed by the next. The rainy afternoon slowly passed as Calum’s list of recommendations grew and grew until you had a new book to read until the day you could no longer read. Not that you minded much, the cute look on his face whenever he got to a book he particularly liked was addicting and you wanted nothing more than for the rain to continue forever. As the drizzle slowed and eventually the rain turned into a few raindrops falling here and there, you knew that the afternoon spent with the cute guy from the bookstore was coming to an end. 

“Thanks again, for all of these I’m excited to read them,” you smiled and nodded as Calum walked you and your pile of books over to the checkout, “I’ll make sure to come back and tell you which one my favorite was.” 

“I hope you enjoy them all,” Calum chuckled as he packed the books into the bag, his soft smile turning into a frown as he realized just how heavy the bag was becoming, “Um, I...I’m closing pretty soon if you-”

“We should get coffee,” you butted in, your own braveness bringing warmth to your cheeks, “I-I mean if you want to. You’re probably tired from working all day so…”

“I’d love to,” Calum nodded and chuckled, “I’ll carry these out, yeah? Let me just go get my stuff and lock up.” 

Calum’s legs carried him towards the coffee shop, the tote bag around his shoulder heavy but he wouldn’t complain as he listened to you talk about how you ended up in the rainy city. He liked the way your voice echoed through the streets you both walked down. It was soft and warm, making his stray from his usual routine worth it. Suddenly, walking to the coffee shop with you instead of going home felt like the right thing to do, it felt like something he’d want to do always. 

And that’s exactly what had happened. 

Days alone in the store slowly turned into days spent chatting with you, excited whispers over details in books and shy glances snuck in. Walks home were pushed back to walks to the coffee shop where laughter was shared between you and Calum as you both nursed a coffee too long, in hopes of stretching your afternoons together longer and longer. Days off were spent running errands with one another or going out to catch a movie to share a bucket of popcorn that was way too big for either of you. Suddenly, Calums entire routine was thrown out the window and he wasn’t the slightest bit upset about it. 

Because sure, Calum loved his old routine, but he was positive that he was falling even more in love with you.

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~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.

He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...

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His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.

They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.

The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.

That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.

As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.

"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",

said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.

Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".

Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.

You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.

Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.

But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.

(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.

She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,

"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",

you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.

The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.

The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.

Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.

She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.

"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.

His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.

He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.

Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.

"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.

"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.

And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.

"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,

"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".

In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.

You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.

"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.

You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.

The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,

"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.

You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,

"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.

"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.

But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?

You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.

"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.

"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",

Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.

You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.

You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.

"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,

"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.

"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",

you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.

"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.

"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.

John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.

"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,

"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,

"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.

John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.

It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.

"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.

"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,

"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",

You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,

"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.

"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".

You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.

John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",

Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.

You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,

"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.

"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.

Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.

A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.

"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."

The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"

You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.

"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.

John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."

He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.

"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured  and thrown from this cliff John?"

Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,

"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.

"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,

"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".

He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.

He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.

"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"

He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.

His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.

You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.

In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.

"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."

You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.

John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.

"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.

"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"

John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.

"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.

"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.

"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .

"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.

"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.

"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.

"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.

He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.

He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.

He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage. 

John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,

"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.

"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.

"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..

In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.

You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.

You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.

John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.

You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.

Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.

Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.

He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.

You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.

"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.

Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.

"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative

"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you

"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.

"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .

He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.

You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.

Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.

In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.

“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.

A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.

#cod #cod mw #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #soap x reader #major character deaths #fluff #angst

[honestlyfrance]

first lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

thank you so much @buckyrhodey for the tag!! miss youu 💕

idk what were my last stories so i went deep for these hehe, mostly a mix of published and wips

1. A Better Starry Night (sam/bucky ; horror)

The sky was silent. There’s a thundering crack from down the horizon, heads turning down by the mountainside. It seems to be approaching — faster now.

2. the sweetest tragedy (sam/bucky; mcd) - def a fave of mine!

It's a goddamn tragedy, it's what it is. You love him but he's leaving, high on euphoria with a rank under his name, you're going to lose him in every universe and there's nothing you could do about it.

3. to cease intimacy (sam/bucky ; first date) - this makes me yearn till this day

It's that moment when your heart hitched in your throat and you're unable to breathe freely, feeling asphyxiation nipping at your veins, it’s like you know that your heart was too full of emotion to function right, too much love that sends your heart running a marathon. It was a good feeling, a blissful moment, yet there was that betrayal within it that makes you question your feelings over and over again because there’s that one question running through your head: “Why is it him?” but it’s all good, everything’s peachy-keen because you don’t have to hide it anymore — you had to show it now, however, and that was a wave of dread coming all at once.

4. hug infinitely (sam/bucky ; protective!bucky)

It’s only a fact that you can’t protect who you love from every little inconvenient thing. You can’t fix every crack in the world just so you could breathe easy thinking your love wouldn’t trip. You also can’t make the sun go away so your love can’t get a sunburn on your nice little beach date. It’s miserable thinking that the world just has it’s ways to hurt your love, but that’s reality, and to have it bother you so much, it’s only a tragedy in three acts.

5. falling in love against gravity (sam/bucky ; sam centric) - i loved exploring sam’s experience with flying in this one

Falling was a violent act. You’ll trust the fall with intent so dangerous it’s almost like a kiss with death, and you’ll love it. You’ll love how you can fall backward and have a night with death. You’ll love how you could close your eyes and never open them again. Yet, you fly instead somehow. You fall then you fly, defying the law of gravity.

6. pine (wip name) (sam/bucky/steve ; thirst tweet acc)

The thing is, it didn't happen suddenly at all. They had mulled it all over, understood the risks and consequences. It's dangerous work, and there's no assurance that they'll make it out with their dignity, but what the hell. The 21st century needed more of Captain America and the Winter Soldier pining over the Falcon; let them be.

7. (wip name after mutual heh) (sam/bucky)

Little boys growing up in grand houses and ocean views are the kind of boys who would like adventure, the kind of boys who would yearn for the woods, and cozy little cabins in farms. Instead, December comes and they grow up smoking like chimneys in winter. Yes, little boys grow up and move into cities with blinking white lights, but they always come back seeking adventure.

8. death speaks (they called it kindness) (sam/bucky ; sam centric ; wip)

They say death aches like a motherfucker. Sam Wilson presses on it like a bruise, wanting to feel something before the sensation leaves his senses. He’ll ache for it, flawlessly manipulating it, and sooner or later, he’ll resurface and regret every single bruise he’d made. They say death licks all the wounds of the forgotten faces away, but to Sam, it’s just unforgivable.

9. milkshakes in two (sam/steve/bucky ; stucky fight for sams luv ; wip)

Truth is, love comes in many forms, but the form of a fist fight at a parking lot in three in the goddamn morning, like a modern-day Achilles versus Hector except they both leave with a cut under the eye and a broken nose instead of, you know, a bloody corpse, is just as romantic as leaving cute sticky notes around the house for them to see. It’s even more romantic if they noticed it, but sometimes a romantic gesture such as a fist fight between two supersoldiers need to tilt towards the murder part of Troy before a certain Falcon could notice.

10. field of flowers (sam/bucky fatws drabble 1x03)

When you look into Sam Wilson’s eyes, maybe you might see something surreal. Maybe something you shouldn’t have seen in the first place. After all, the eyes are the window to the soul, wouldn’t it be quite intrusive to look at him so bare?

(yall know my damn first lines are chunky paragraphs long so more below 🥰 )

11. love sweeter than candy, cavities to the heart (sam/bucky) 

It’s not that Sam despised the idea of it, in fact, he breathes it in like cocaine, feeling the rush and instant fall of his senses, and maybe it’s not actually drugs to him but maybe something milder, like, a kiss, one that is so slow and soft that it makes him scream at the deprivation, making himself aware of how desperate he just was about touch, literally any sort of touch, but then again, it’s Sam we’re talking about; suppressed and no-nonsense, he couldn’t possibly want something so good like some cliche grand romantic gesture that is too cheesy for its own good, and maybe it’s for the best that he keeps quiet about this want because it’s not like he gets it every day.

12. Partners (sam/bucky)

It was in the bathroom of a safe house that Sam Wilson finds himself bandaging himself up. There was a small gash on his forearm from the afternoon before; it ran down from below his shoulder blade to above his elbow, but it wasn’t as deep as it should be, just looking quite raw but wouldn’t need any serious stitching.  He’s been washing the same spot with clean water from the faucet for the past solid half hour, the sound of water gushing echoing in the tiny bathroom.

13.  oranges in october (sam/bucky) - this one!! this!!

You’d think that just because he had wings and he flies, that makes him an Icarus. Icarus fell to his death. He did not resurface, he did not live beyond that power. Sam Wilson soared high into the missiles of war and came back battered and red, dripping love and death as he stands in the aftermath of it all. You think he was an Icarus when he was actually Apollo. Anyone who gets close to him falls to the ocean waves, then sooner than later, he’s left singing eulogies as his heart rattles in a cage.

14.  It Rains Every April 10th (sam/bucky; mcd) - this too! ive been told by someone that this was the most accurate desc of depression theyve seen

Depression hits like a wave on a cliffside — sometimes you see it coming, sometimes you didn’t see it, and sometimes you just let it happen. It sometimes gnaws at your skin, always there, but more of a ghostly hand hovering over you; there’s that presence but you think you don’t have enough proof to prove it existed. Times like these you try your best to move but you become unmotivated, absolutely immobile except for the moments your body decides to exhaust itself for unrelated things you shouldn’t be doing. It takes a toll on you you wouldn’t even realize, and even then, who else realized it? You’re just tired. You don’t cry. You’re just tired.

15. to hold dear (sam/bucky)

Bucky Barnes didn’t want a lot of things. He’s got a really low bar of standards now, even just waking up without a threat on his life counts as a win. He doesn’t even mind if there wasn’t any more soap in the bathroom; he’s just glad he’s got a shower in the first place. Breakfast? God, he’s just glad that he could walk around a house with his guard let down.

i have no more (:

tagging: @enchanted-lightning-aes @siancore @pianistwriter80 @glittercake @lesbians-love-samwilson @mariahthelioness29 @rhodeslabs @lovelyirony :)

#sambucky #got tagged

[likeholymary]

— one with the force

the phantom menace ii: 4.6k words

AU: What if the Clone Wars never happened, but instead Darth Sidious cast aside the Rule of Two, forging a new way for the Sith and began amassing an army of Sith warriors to overthrow the Jedi and the Republic?

A/N: (not my gif) (excerpt below is from The Clone Wars: Wild Space by Karen Miller, slightly altered to fit the story). hello beautiful friends! the beautiful gif credit goes to @pixelahsoka. this chapter has a LOT of content so just keep that in mind! also, kind of cheesy ending but whatever, hehe. also, yes, to confirm, obi-wan and rhea are a force dyad. however, it will (hopefully) be better than the sequels, bc i felt like it just came out of nowhere. their romance will be a slow-burn to them actually accepting it, with them still being at least semi-romantical along the way, so look forward to that! this chapter is filled with a lot of fluff, and a very angsty ending. this is the last chapter set during the phantom menace, so the next chapter will be set during attack of the clones, where most of the AU aspect will begin to pick up! comment below or send me an ask if you would like to join the taglist and be notified about the upcoming chapters! again, i am so grateful that you are even reading this, and if you feel compelled to do so, please reblog this post so your mutuals can read it as well! i love you all:) masterlist

mentions: death, blood, fighting, MAJOR angst, force connection, sadness.

The Master and Apprentice began their departure from the Jedi Temple on their Naboo, and Obi-Wan did not think it wise. 

Not after the Dathomirian man had appeared on that Maker-forsaken dustball with a red lightsaber, which only meant one thing – the Sith had returned.

He breathed in the pale glow of the planet’s moon, not taking time to look up and watch the stars glitter above, instead making short strides behind Qui-Gon, the shadow of the Naboo ship creeping its way across to cover them in more darkness, further darkening Obi-Wan’s mood and attitude towards the continuation of this ill-fated mission. 

Having just left the council’s chambers, he felt immense frustration, not only at the council, but at his Master as well. Not only was he ready to face the Jedi Trials which the council seemed to be denying him the right to, now his Master was all too eager to take on the latest lifeform they had picked up on their Naboo adventures, a boy believed to be the Chosen One by his Master.  

Not only was the boy too old, but Obi-Wan could sense it just as the council had – a great fear was buried deep within this Anakin Skywalker. A fear that was all consuming, and was growing slowly within him since they had left Tatooine and the boy’s mother behind.

Why could his master not sense it as he and the council did? Did he just assume ignorance for the possibilities to witness the forthcoming of a prophecy? He never understood his Master’s obsession with the old Jedi prophecies. It was an area of interest he sorely lacked, something that he felt put a strain on his relationship with Qui-Gon, something he realized that Qui-Gon probably wished Obi-Wan was intrigued by, but both of them knew that their Master-Apprentice relationship would never be like that of Dooku and Qui-Gon. 

Rhea, however, had been Dooku’s apprentice and shared a similar, if not less, affinity for the supernatural and old ways of the Jedi. Perhaps he could pay her a visit once his mission was completed, or even send her a message over their datapads like they used to before they got increasingly more busy as padawans. 

Surprise began to grow in him when he saw Rhea standing on the platform beside the ship. She had been waiting on him. As Qui-Gon began to speak to Anakin privately, Obi-Wan ran over to her with a small grin on his face. He should have known she would be here, for every time he simply thought of her, it seemed she was always nearby, as if she were watching over him.

“What are you doing here?” He beamed.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but notice the blush dusting her cheeks, even in the shadow of the ship. 

“I couldn’t just let you leave without saying goodbye, now could I?”

“You said goodbye to me before the council meeting.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, groaning in annoyance before she began to simper quietly, punching him in the shoulder. “Well, yes, but I couldn’t give you this in front of the council, now could I?”  She held out her arms, opening them in anticipation for one of their rare hugs. When they were younglings, it was of course more sociably acceptable for them to embrace, however as the years began to pass and after many scoldings from each of their masters, they hid it away for special occasions or the few moments they would ever share alone, which were few and far between.

Obi-Wan buried his face in her shoulder, breathing in the sort of meadowy scent she always seemed to carry, as if she were the greatest meadow within the galaxy, filled with thousands of flowers constantly doused by the warm air and golden sunshine, only to be damped by a cool spring rain. She was a wonder, in his eyes.

Rhea’s arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted his head so he could carefully place his chin on top of her head, ever so sweetly. She equally breathed him in, sighing as she inhaled the overwhelming musk of rain, leather and perhaps even some old oak and a few of his dusty books. He always did become overly invested in his new findings, nose deep in his studies, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two stood there for but a moment, taking every part of each other in as if it were the last time they would see each other, and to Rhea, she felt like it was.

“Promise.. promise you’ll come back?” Obi-Wan pulled away, simpering down at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

“When have I ever not?”

Rhea scowled for a second, her face quickly softening once more. “Just promise me, you idiot.”

“Fine, I promise you, dearest.”

She rolled her eyes at the nickname, breathing out a short laugh, before launching herself further into his arms, her fingers lacing through his shortly buzzed hair. Now for this, well, she wasn’t sure what Master Windu would have to say if he saw her like this, but she knew that it would be a deep scolding. It seemed so stupidly forbidden for her to just be lacing her fingers through his hair, but she paid no mind to the Jedi Code in the moment. 

Rhea was his dearest, and he her Ben, and yet, the pain of the loss of her Master still fresh on her mind, reminded her why she could not become attached to this overly-complex relationship the two padawans shared. 

It’s time to let go. 

And yet, she couldn’t. And neither could he.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi sat on the Queen’s ship while they flew through hyperspace back to Naboo. It seemed such a foolish idea to be returning to the invaded planet, but he did as he was told just as he always did, and followed the willful lead of his master. They were but a small force, two Jedi, a Queen and a handful of her people. What could they really do? If the Sith really had returned, could they really defeat them as well as an entire army?

The Queen had suggested they call upon the aid of the Gungans, but Obi-Wan questioned if that would work as well. The Gungans seemed to have a deeply seeded hatred for the people of Naboo, as it was obvious that in the past the former had treated the other like insolent fools. He wasn’t sure that he could disagree after spending so much time around Jar Jar Binks.

A light bit of laughter echoed in his mind, and it sounded like Rhea. He must have just imagined talking to her, Rhea giggling at his comments and avidly agreeing while coming up with her own quippy comment.

Obi-Wan could not help but miss the girl.

Alone in his small room aboard the ship, he tried closing his eyes so as to meditate, folding his hands together as he crossed his legs, breathe in, breathe out.

But she was still there.

Get out of my head.

He thought almost mockingly, knowing that she surely couldn’t be listening to his thoughts from such far a distance.

Why don’t you get out of mine, Ben?

Obi-Wan was shaken. There was absolutely no way-

I’m still here. Could you help me get out? You’re thinking about me too much, and I’m a little offended that you’re annoyed of my presence.

Obi-Wan then snapped his eyes open, and there sitting in front of him was none other than his dearest, greatest life companion, Rhea Illyria, with a smile of a thousand stars.

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Rhea Illyria sat on her bed in her quarters inside the Jedi Temple, breathing in, breathing out, as she performed her daily morning meditation. She knew many other padawans and younglings who hated the act of meditation, but she found it rather peaceful, a time to focus on the energy of the Force, to feel it moving around her and all other life forms.

She, however, became momentarily distracted by the thought of Obi-Wan Kenobi and his departure back to Naboo. She sighed, wishing she could have gone with him. There was something in the Force, something that felt like a warning about the planet of Naboo, and those who invaded. No, not the invaders... The ones controlling the invaders, pulling the strings. Who were they? The Sith? Or was it something... something much greater and evil in all forms and aspects?

Rhea worried for Obi-Wan and his mission, and she couldn’t help the thoughts consuming her not only of the danger of his mission, but of the padawan and their untold and unseen embrace. 

However, there was a nagging feeling in her gut. The Force pulling her towards something... No, someone.

She could just reach out, and suddenly her eyes were meet with the galaxy, planets dancing by as the stars glimmered all around her. She was walking among them, slowly, as if moving through the tides of the deepest oceans.

Breathe in, breathe out. What is the Force pushing you towards?

Rhea could see something ahead, a silver shape slowly getting closer as she continued to wade her way through stars and the black dusts of the galaxy.

Someone was thinking intensely. Someone was annoyed.

She couldn’t help but giggle at the notion of the Gungans being quite unintelligent creatures, or at least Jar Jar Binks, the creature someone was thinking about.

The closer Rhea got to the shape, she noticed it took the form of the ship from Naboo, the ship that carried its queen, the ship that carried him.

Someone was Obi-Wan.

This had to be some dream, she thought. She must have drifted into some sleep while she was meditating. But at the same moment she drifted through space, she breathed in, and could feel the sheets of her bed curl around her fingers, sense the starflower in the corner of her window, could smell the caf she so desperately needed each day after her meditations.

Despite trying to refocus on her true surroundings, Rhea became lost in the stars once more when something pushed back against her.

Get out of my head.

Rhea huffed, and began to more faster, willing the stars around her to move, to allow her closer access to the ship. She continued to wade and move through slowly, yet determined.

Why don’t you get out of mine, Ben?

She could feel his confusion, and despite her own, she couldn’t help but find some joy in this strange place. How she was able to drift through the stars to the other padawan was certainly not a normal occurrence among the Jedi, nor within the Force.

He couldn’t believe she was there either. He was thinking about her, thinking about how he missed her, which tugged at something within her she had never noticed before.

Her fingers finally grace the cool metal of the ship, however, they moved through its surface, and she was able to pass through, allowing the Force to guide her to her dear friend.

At the same time, he became frustrated by her presence distracting him from his own meditation.

I’m still here. Could you help me get out? You’re thinking about me too much, and I’m a little offended that you’re annoyed of my presence.

She was no longer floating within the ship, and instead now found herself grounded, sitting cross legged across Obi-Wan.

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“Ho-how are you even here? I must be dreaming, there is no way that this could possibly be real. I mean, have you ever read about Jedi being able to communicate with each other over vast distances such as this? This is simply impossible!”  Obi-Wan rambled, tugging at his chin, brow furrowed as his mouth gaped slightly at the sight of Rhea.

She however, rolled her eyes, unamused this time by his consistent desire for the knowledge of just about everything. This had to be under the category he loved the least, and she treasured the most – the supernatural ongoings of the Force.

“Ben!” She finally shouted, smacking him on his forehead to get his attention.

This brought Obi-Wan to attention, but also caused both padawans to touch their forehead and hand respectively.

“How did you do that!” “How did I do that?”

Rhea and Obi-Wan were, to say the least, perplexed and befuddled by the situation before them. Obi-Wan, deciding the best course of action was to hypothesize how this anomaly could have occurred in the Force, decided they should each ask one another questions regarding just how this had happened.

“What were you doing when this,” he motioned between them, “happened?” Rhea bit her bottom lip, furrowing her brow just as he had. “I was meditating. It’s morning back at the Temple, so I was doing my morning meditations...” Obi-Wan’s hand remained on his chin, his forefinger rubbing incessantly across his upper lip. 

“As was I. Continue, please,” he spoke so softly, she almost wondered if he was trying to be quiet so no one would hear them and come looking.

“Well, my meditations were interrupted by thoughts of you.” Obi-Wan paused his menstruations, his eyes darting to meet hers.

“You were thinking about me?” 

“Well, yes–” “Why?” She grew flustered, a growing pain pounding in her chest, sharp and yet harsh. Her hands began to sweat as she started to wring them out like some old tunic on washing day, her eyes swooping to avoid his ever piercing-blue gaze.

“I don’t know, why were you thinking about me!” She retorted.

It was one of the few times Obi-Wan got speechless and she could not help but gleam with pride at catching his tongue. She knew this trait would probably die with age, the older her got the further he became closer to the title of a silver tongued master, however she knew she would look back on this moment and know she had trumped him at his own game.

“I–” However, he never got a singular thought out, as Qui-Gon began to shout Obi-Wan’s name like he were some incessant father trying to find his son after a long game of hide-and-go-seek.

Obi-Wan cursed under his breath, a moment of panic coursing through him, but when he looked back from the door to Rhea, she was gone, and he once again was alone, feeling a strange and overwhelming sense of sadness.

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Rhea tried to continue her day as usual, but her gut instinct inside of her told her that there was something more to her apparent Force projection than it just being that. No... she knew there was something more to this event that had just occurred in not only her life, but Obi-Wan’s. Everything felt like it was going to change.

Unfocused in her training with Mace Windu, he scolded her throughout the day, noting her lack of focus and charging her with consistent complaints about her lack of balance. 

How could she feel balanced? How was she supposed to feel balance after she lacked control over her own capabilities through the Force? How could she feel balance when it had alluded her since the day her Master abandoned her for a life without her as his apprentice? 

How could she feel balance without anyone there to guide her? “The Force, guide you, it will.” 

Rhea nearly ran over Master Yoda who now stood in the Temple’s halls in front of her, smiling just as knowingly as he had every day she could remember. 

“Master Yoda, I didn’t see you there.” “Loud your thoughts are. Many things on your mind, are there not?” 

Rhea could not help but feel guilty and caught. Surely though, Master Yoda could be the one to help her. She had so many questions weighing her down, aching to be asked, and yet she felt ashamed to even think them to herself. Now, it seemed that there were those who were listening. 

“Master, I just feel so lost.”

Yoda hummed, chuckling to himself as if he held all the secrets of the world to himself and would just become amused by the ongoings of the beings around him.

“Come with me, you will.” Yoda motioned for her to follow him, as he guided her toward the meditation room. He sat down on a small chair meant for younglings, and she sat adjacent from him, not really knowing if a meditation session was going to help. After all, it’s what got her into this conundrum.

“Close you eyes. Focus not on your surroundings, but the Force.”

Rhea breathed in, breathed out, closing her eyes as she began to let go of her surroundings, allowing them to fade away. 

“See what is in the Force that troubles you, and tell me what it is.” 

She wasn’t sure if she should reach out again. What if she connected with another Jedi like she had with Obi-Wan? But surely, that would not happen. She had been thinking of him, just as she was now.

Images then began to flow through her mind. A beautiful green planet under siege by the droid armies of the Separatists, a cloaked man with a red lightsaber watching over her as she slept, Dooku the day he left her without even looking behind, her connection with Obi-Wan earlier that morning, him falling...

“I see the droid armies invading Naboo.. A Sith watching over me. Dooku leaving the Jedi Order.... and..”

“More there is?”

“Yes..” Rhea whispered, but she couldn’t focus on the grainy voice of Yoda. She kept reaching out, as if pulling the Force towards her like a rope, trying to yank it so it would release all of its secrets it was holding from her.

And into the Force she fell.

Everything around her was blurry, she couldn’t focus on anything except the strength of the Dark Side coursing before her. It was Obi-Wan. And he had given into all of his anger and hatred, an overwhelming tsunami of darkness coating every inch of him and not it began to creep upon her, splashing her with the emotions flowing out of him.

No, he cannot give into this. She thought, watching as he fell into the pool of darkness waiting to swallow him whole.

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His master was dead. 

Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon crumpled to the floor, and he screamed in agony as he was trapped behind the laser shield, hopelessly witnessing the death of his Master.  And he could not help the growing rage and hatred that began to engulf his entire being, becoming greater with each second as he practically jumped, ready for the laser shield to move so he could slaughter this hunter before him, this Sith, this darkness.

His face twitched, his mouth curling downward into a snarl, complete loathe shining in his eyes which now darkened as he turned his gaze upon the Dathomirian. 

The Sith trailed before him like some wild beast waiting for its prey, stalking like some dark creature.

A moment before the laser shields even began to move once again, Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber, seconds before a red bladed lightsaber was ignited as well. The shields moved, and Obi-Wan raised his saber, going to strike the beast of red and darkness down, going to strike for the kill out of the rage and hatred in his heart.

The darkness was consuming him, but Obi-Wan did not care. How could he care now? His master was dead, and this creature seemed a powerful foe within the Force, something that should be put down for the sake of the Republic and the safety of its citizens.... something that should pay for its crimes against the Jedi, it’s crimes against him.

He blocked every twist and twirl it made with its lightsaber, blocking its attacks by pushing back against it with more fervent and less coordinated attacks. If he could only strike it down... 

Obi-Wan lifted his lightsaber, slashing through the center of its double-bladed saber, cutting the pieces in half as one went out. He flipped over the creature, slashing at his center and sorrowfully missing him by an inch. 

This creature was quick, but he had to be quicker, he had to be. What would his Master say if he failed him? What would Rhea say if he were to fall, just as Qui-Gon had moments ago? He would not dare break a promise to her.

The creature kicked him in the face, but he did not let it affect him, instead holding out his lightsaber in front of him, looking for the best place to strike him down.  As their blades locked, Obi-Wan gritted his teeth as he pushed against the creature, his eyes glaring deeply into those sickly-yellow ones, now pushing down against his blade. Anger filled him, and rage too, however, the Sith lifted its hand, using the Force and propelling him across the room, and into the shaft. Obi-Wan grabbed ahold of a light as he began to fall, holding on for dear life as the Sith once again began to trail above him, stalking like a creature in the night. He watched helplessly as it kicked his lightsaber down into the shaft, the weapon, his life, now falling down just as hopelessly as he felt. 

Obi-Wan had to keep on holding on. He had to get back up there, he had to avenge his Master’s death. 

No.

As the Sith caused sparks to rain down from above onto him, attempting to get him to lose grip and fall, Obi-Wan could hear her speaking to him.

Do not give into the darkness. Do not give into the anger or hate. Rise above.

A second voice this time came.

Trust only in the Force.

Qui-Gon.

Rise above. 

And for a moment, Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Rhea was there, almost floating before him, but he couldn’t see anything around her, only she was in his mind. 

I will stand together with you. Rise above. 

“It occurred to Obi-Wan then, with a clarity that was startling, given the dark side hurricane howling through him, that Yoda was wrong about the dangers of attachment. Or at least that he wasn’t altogether right. It was true that attachment could weaken a Jedi’s resolve. But it could also strengthen it … as he was strengthened now by his love for Qui-Gon, and Rhea. Without them he would have failed long before this moment. And so, leaning on them, he continued to fight.”

And so, Obi-Wan opened his eyes, using the Force to propel him upwards as he jumped, landing behind the Sith and now focusing his energy, not through the Dark Side, but now back through the Force, allowing it to guide him now. Qui-Gon’s fallen lightsaber now flew into his hand as he landed, and with a swift movement of his wrist, Obi-Wan cut through the Dathomirian man, ending the terrors he had caused, as he fell down the shaft, thus causing yet another fall in the rise of the Sith.

For a moment he stood and just breathed, thanking the Force for his strength found in his love for his Master and friend.

Obi-Wan, sensing his Master’s lifeforce still flickering within him, ran to his side, cradling his head as gently as he could, holding onto some form of hope that his Master could still live. 

“It’s... it’s too late.”

“No, no!” 

“Obi-Wan..” Qui-Gon croaked, as best he could, the color draining from his face slowly, marking him with death as his lifeforce continued to flicker, dimming with each passing second. “Promise... promise me you will train the boy.”

“Yes, master..” Obi-Wan wept in response. Qui-Gon raise his hand to wipe his tears, and Obi-Wan rested his cheek lightly against his finger, wishing that this wasn’t the end.

“He is... the Chosen One. He will bring balance. Train him. Help him. You and Rhea must help him....”

Obi-Wan now momentarily forgot his grief, filled with confusion at the mention of his friend. 

“Rhea and I? Master, what do you–”

“There is more to the prophecy than what you know..”

“What, Master, I–”

Qui-Gon hushed him, before uttering his final words. “Train him.” He uttered his final breath, and Obi-Wan, cradling him, felt as if he were destined for some infinite sadness.

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Rhea supposed Naboo was a truly beautiful planet, one to behold amongst the galaxy, but it seemed so bleak and somber now with the death of Master Qui-Gon Jinn. 

She watched the pyre his body laid upon gather with flames that rose to meet the stars in the sky, the smoke dancing among the small lights glittering above.

Standing beside the young boy from Tatooine who introduced himself as Anakin Skywalker, she listened silently to the loss of sound in the Force that was Qui-Gon’s lifeforce. They all felt it, the small darkness that passed over them at the loss of such a wise Jedi.

Obi-Wan stood on the other side of Anakin, who looking up to him, asked, “What will happen to me now?”

“The council has granted me permission to train you. You will be a Jedi, I promise.”

Rhea still could not believe that Obi-Wan had not only become a Jedi Knight, but had also defeated and killed a Sith lord. How they had come to rise again, was still a mystery, but it caused a shroud of confusion and chaos to flow through the Force.

It was hard for Rhea to muddle through, her mind now more clouded and confused than ever, the events having transpired seeming to all be connected — Dooku leaving the Order, the Chosen One supposedly being found, the Sith returning, her bond with Obi-Wan...

It all seemed too obvious in her mind to not be connected, but Mace Windu continued to tell her to be mindful of her thoughts, even if he didn’t know of her bond with Obi-Wan, he still saw her point of view as a quick jump to conclusions.

As the procession ended and people began to filter out from the area of the funeral pyre, she stayed even as little Anakin left along with the other Jedi, staying by Obi-Wan’s side, just as she had promised.

“You’re still here.”

He said, nonchalantly, not even bothering to turn to face her.

Rhea looked up, turning her gaze to fixate on his face. He looked... tired, almost old, held down not only by exhaustion but by the overwhelming sense of loss and sadness which was now being carried by the duty he felt to honor his masters final wish.

“Just as I said I would always be. Right by your side.”

He sighed, turning to look down upon her, his blue eyes meeting with her darker ones.

“So, you really were there, speaking to me.”

“I suppose I was.”

The two were silent for a moment, simply staring into each other’s eyes as if understanding everything they wished to say. Rhea reached up, cupping his cheek softly as tears began to fall down his face.

She then got up on her tippy toes, being much shorter than him, and placed a slow kiss on his forehead, soft and lovingly and holding every hope she had within her.

Obi-Wan sighed softly, “We can’t tell anyone about this bond. Not until I have figured out what exactly it is.”

“We.”

“What?”

“Not until we have figured out what exactly it is. We’re in this together. I told you this already, but you don’t seem to be getting it through your thick skull. I stand by you. Always.”

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[lady-charinette]

The Revealing Confession - Adrienette Fluff

A/N: This came as a lovely prompt from the amazing @ghostlyhamburger which I unfortunately couldn't do it justice. Hope you still like it a little my friend :3

Warnings: None (maybe cringe? I didnt write in a while)

Pairing: Adrienette

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Reveal

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Plagg lounged on his holder's bed, surrounded by camembert in a circle with a blissed expression.

Adrien rested his chin on his hand, next to him on the bed. "I can't believe this worked."

Plagg rolled over, bits and pieces of cheese rolling off his body in the process. "Huh?"

The model couldn't help but smile at his kwami's drunken expression, already high on cheese. "I can't believe I made a summoning circle with cheese and you fell for it. You're so greedy, Plagg."

The kwami gave a loud yawn. "Me? What can I do when you buy so much cheese? Don't you know how fast it can go bad?"

A deadpan expression greeted him. "...You eat smelly, spoiled cheese Plagg."

Plagg stuck his nose in the air, gingerly cradling his beloved camembert against his body. "Its not spoiled, its exquisite."

Shaking his head, Adrien rolled over onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head, absently daydreaming.

Plagg chose to fill the silence then. "You don't understand Adrien, camembert is the love of my life!"

Adrien snickered when his kwami levitated in the air, dramatically holding a piece of camembert in the air. "It's the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep in the evening!" Plagg floated left and right as he did his monologue, unaware of his holder chuckling at him. 

"It occupies my thought every minute of the day and as soon as we're apart, I miss my precious camembert so much! We've had so many moments together! We went through thick and thin! It was camembert and I! Us against the world!" Plagg raised his paw in the air, the other holding the piece of diary tucked into his side.

Just then, something clicked in Adrien's brain.

'You and me against the world m'lady!' 

'Ladybug and Chat Noir are always a team!'

Moments he spent with Ladybug resurfaced in Adrien's mind like a movie, a movie he never grew tired of watching. 

One scene that stuck out to him since months ago was when he once stuck around longer than usual at his and Ladybug's meeting spot.

It was right after patrol, he had time to kill, he didn't think he would've seen what he had that night.

When he as Chat Noir had stretched after a playful rooftop chase with his lady, he spotted something flashing from the alleyway between the two buildings he stood on.

Taking out his baton and moving low to the roof in case it was a villain, he sneaked close to the edge of the roof to investigate, but what he found instead surprised him in a different way.

It was Marinette.

Talking to Tikki.

If there hadn't been that incident where Ladybug and him both had switched their Miraculous, he was sure he wouldn't even know it was Tikki Marinette was talking to. But the least he could've been sure of was that was a kwami and Marinette was talking to Ladybug's kwami-

"Good job today Tikki." He watched as Marinette retrieved a cookie from the purse she always carried around and fed it to the little goddess, scratching her cheek gently.

Tikki giggled, entirely too comfortable with the interaction to be their first time meeting. "You did a good job too Marinette! You should get home and rest."

Marinette had laughed and slowly moved out of the alley. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Chat Noir is bound to be home already and lounging somewhere on a bookshelf." 

He huffed in indignation, he did not normally 'lounge around' on shelves. That had been once and Ladybug never stopped teasing him for it.

Wait.

Ladybug!

Marinette was-

He had hidden behind a chimney and had slapped his mouth closed in case he would scream or squeal, whichever came first. He couldn't believe it.

His lady was his princess!

Ladybug was Marinette!

Marinette was Ladybug! The love of his life! Both loves of his life!

It had been at that point that made Adrien think. 

And Plagg's words struck a chord.

The kwami continued his monologue, oblivious to his holder's inner musings. "The pain I feel of being apart can't be described, no matter how many languages you humans invent, you can never invent a language for love! That's how important cheese is to me Adrien, but I don't expect you to understand." Plagg sniffed dramatically, sobbing into his cheese while he discreetly munched on it. 

Adrien shot up in bed, startling Plagg causing him to fall on the soft bedding. "Hey!"

"I...love her."

Plagg looked up from inspecting his cheese for scratches. "What?"

"I love her."

Plagg rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know loverboy. You love Ladybug, the love of your life." 

Adrien suddenly grabbed Plagg in his hands and stared into his soul. "Marinette! I love Marinette! I love Ladybug! Them both! Because they're the same! Marinette is the girl behind the mask that I love Plagg!"

His kwami's eyes widened in fear. "No wait, Adrien, what we saw on the rooftop that one night, that was- Tikki was- Tikki talks to a lot of humans, you know?"

His kwami's poor attempt was dwarfed by Adrien's unadulterated glee. "It's alright Plagg! I know, you don't have to lie to me. I know!"

Plagg yelped when he was flung in the air and caught again by Adrien, clinging onto the boy's hand in fear of being thrown into the air again.

"I can't believe it! Ladybug, m'lady and Marinette, my princess - they're the same! Plagg, do you know what this means?!"

"...Err...that uh, Ladybug's your classmate?"

Adrien shook his head, green eyes sparkling. "No! It means I have to tell Marinette how I feel!"

Plagg was unceremoniously dumped back on the bed, rolling around until a big block of cheese stopped his descent. "Adrien! Where are you going?"

Adrien was already running for the door. "I have to con-" he froze just as his hand landed on the doorknob. "-confess...to Marinette..." he glanced at his kwami. "Plagg?"

"What?"

"....What if she rejects me?"

The kwami's eyes nearly fell out of his sockets. "Are you serious?"

Adrien fidgeted nervously with his hands, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just-I didn't- I never confessed to a girl before and- I never confessed to someone as amazing as Marinette! What if she doesn't like me back? Ladybug said she loves another boy! What if she's dating Luka? She never said anything but I saw her at their band practice and the way he smiles at her is the way I want to smile at her and she blushes when she's with him and they ice skate together and how could someone as awesome as Marinette like someone like-"

Plagg flew up to his holder's face and smashed Adrien's cheeks together. "Breathe!"

Adrien froze, lips squished like a fish. "Pwapfh?"

The kwami sighed. Kids these days. "I'm pretty sure bakery girl isn't dating anyone. And I really doubt she doesn't feel the same, Adrien."

Nervous green eyes bore into Plagg's ancient soul. "How can you be so sure Plagg?"

Plagg refrained from counting all the moments he witnessed, while transformed and as a kwami, of pigtails girl breaking her back to act normal around her very obvious crush on his owner. "...Kwami's intuition. Anyway, why don't you uh...practice?"

Adrien tilted his head to the side. "...Practice?"

Plagg slapped his face. "The confession."

"Plagg, you're a genius!" Adrien scratched under the cat god's chin and received an appreciative purr in return. "But not here, Nathalie or father might overhear me."

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"I can do this." Adrien paced back and forth, taking deep breaths. "I can do this. I saw this in movies. I can do this."

Adrien exhaled loudly and then dropped onto one knee, red rose poised in the air. "My lady, my princess, if I could I would take the stars from the skies and gift them to you, not that you would need them, because the whole galaxy is in your eyes already." 

"No, no, no, that's too cheesy!" Adrien stood up and tapped his knuckles against the side of his head. "Technically, I could do that as Astrocat, but I'm not sure how well Ladybug-Marinette would take that, would that be abusing my powers?" 

Rubbing his chin, Adrien cleared his throat. "My sweet Marinette, from the day we shared that umbrella under the rain in front of school, you made me realize what romance was like in real life, but more importantly, you made me realize the importance of having a good friend." Adrien stood frozen in the park, sighing heavily. "That's not good either!"

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"I don't really know Tikki, do you think Adrien might like it?" the girl clutched the new, yet to be released, song of Jagged Stone in her hands, personally signed by the musician. She knew Adrien liked him too, but would he think she was weird for gifting him this? 

Tikki smiled encouragingly at her owner. "I'm sure he will love it Marinette! Then you can finally ask him to eat ice-cream with you!"

The girl sighed, staring up at the sky in defeat as she walked. "I don't know Tikki, I doubt Adrien would notice me that way. Besides, I think Kagami and him are an I-wuah!" Marinette's foot slammed against the little protruding rock, probably kicked away from the park onto the sidewalk and fell over on her knees. "Ouch!" 

Tikki quickly flew down to inspect her friend. "Marinette, are you okay?"

Marinette winced. "I'm fine Tikki-"

"Argh! No! That's terrible! She'll think I want to kidnap her!" a very familiar voice echoed from the park, one that automatically made Marinette's heart skip a beat.

"W-Wait, is that- am I dreaming again?" forgetting about her fall, Marinette speedcrawled into the nearest bush, bluebell eyes scanning the entirety of the park before they landed on one figure.

It was Adrien.

Tikki hovered near her holder, also watching Adrien. "Look, its Adrien."

"Yeah, but what is he doing out here?" if she recalled correctly, he was supposed to be studying in his room by now for the chemistry test next week.

"Shh." Tikki ushered her to hide deeper in the bush, keenly watching the way Adrien's arms flailed about and he paced back and forth.

"Let's try this. My dearest lady and princess, as your humble knight and number one fan, it is with great honor that I gift you my heart."

Marinette's mouth opened in a scream but Tikki quickly snapped it shut. "Marinette, shh!"

"Mffphh!" Marinette's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, moving back and forth between Adrien and Tikki.

"No! That's not good either! I'm not giving her an award!" The teen model sighed heavily, moving to sit down on the nearest bench. "I'll never be able to confess to her like this. She's so brave and strong, she can do anything. She's so amazing, what are the chances of her even liking me back?"

Marinette's expression softened. "He must be talking about Kagami..." Tikki nearly dislocated her head when she turned around to look at the girl.

"But Mari-"

A sigh. "I should've known, I guess his encounters with Chat Noir might've rubbed off on him and now he's calling Kagami princess too." 

Tikki flew in front of Marinette's field of vision. "No wait, Marinette, that's not what he-!"

Marinette smiled sadly, slowly standing up. "I think Adrien might need help with confessing his feelings for Kagami."

Just before her head peaked over the cover of the bushes, the name that fell from Adrien's lips froze Marinette to the spot. 

"Marinette..." his gaze was sad as it looked over the trees and into the sky. "You're so amazing, you're the strongest, smartest, bravest person I know, you're everyday Ladybug even when you aren't transformed, how could I hope for you to love me like I love you?" 

Tikki watched the way Marinette remained very still, her eyes unmoving as they locked on Adrien in the distance.

It was now or never.

Gathering all the strength she had, Tikki rammed into Marinette's side, pushing the startled girl out in the open.

With a surprised yelp, Marinette fell out of the bushes and onto her butt.

Her graceful landing made Adrien jump and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Marinette!?"

She felt heat rush to her cheeks at being caught spying on him, even more when he jogged to her side and helped her to her feet.

Why was Adrien so nice to her even after she spied on him confessing to her-

"Marinette? Marinette are you alright?" He waved a hand in front of the dazed girl's face, watching the way her eyes came back into focus and stared up into him. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

The warmth from his hands on her shoulders made her squeak, she didn't even notice Adrien's blush at the sound before she took off in the opposite direction.

"Wh- wait Marinette! Where-where are you going!?" Adrien watched the girl sprint out of the park and in the direction of the Seine.

Had she heard him? Had she heard his lousy confessions?

With his heart in his throat and his blood rushing a mile a minute, Adrien uttered two words that never made him tongue tied. "Claws out!" 

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No, no, no, no, no, no!

She had to have heard wrong! 

Adrien? Liking her back? No, no, no, no!

"Marinette, wait!" Tikki flew faster to keep up with the girl, she was a fast runner when she set her mind to it. "Why are you running away from Adrien? He was about to-"

Marinette violently shook her head, jumping over a trash can. "No, no, no Tikki, I heard it all wrong. Adrien didn't say my name, maybe he got confused and wanted to say 'Kagami' right? Ka-ga-mi. I mean, our names are kinda similar aren't they?" 

"Marinette!"

Marinette nearly tripped again when she heard another familiar voice yell at the top of his lungs her name.

Wait, was that-?

"Chat Noir?!" 

Sure enough, the black clad figure was jumping away from street to street, following her direction on his baton.

"Marinette!" He yelled again, waving his free arm frantically to catch her attention.

Had there been an akuma? Her akuma alert app didn't ring! Why was Chat Noir looking for her? Could he need something? Did he need love advice for Ladybug?

Marinette continued running, now close to the bridge where Andre always sold his ice cream at. "Sorry kitty! I dont have time to play with you today!"

She couldn't hear Chat Noir's muttered frustrated curses, nor did she see him speed up and take a giant leap, before he landed on the ground and took off running on all fours after her. 

Tikki hid back inside Marinette's purse, hanging on for dear life.  

It wasn't until Chat Noir's next yell made her stop in her tracks. "My lady wait!"

Standing frozen on the bridge, Marinett heartily turned around, just in time to watch Chat Noir try to catch his breath. 

He looked....angry? 

The cat stalked towards her with purpose in his steps before his placed his hands on her shoulders like Adrien did before and- "Why did you run away from me, m'lady?!"

Questions swam in Marinette's mind, questions that made her think she wasn't as sane as she thought she was.

Wait.

"Run away? From you? M'lady? Chat Noir, did you hit your head somewhere?" Marinette blinked up at him quizzically, sweating at Chat Noir possibly knowing her identity.

But how? She was always so careful! He never could've figured it out! 

The grip on her shoulders tightened. "Marinette!" He bared his teeth, and in a delirious moment, Marinette almost wished he would bite her.

To snap her out of her daydream!

"Eep!" 

"Claws in!"

"Claws in? What are you- A-A-" Marinette's breath caught in her throat and she was face to face with a displeased Adrien Agreste. 

His blonde hair which was normally perfectly combed was now messy and disheveled and Marinette could actually see the resemblance between Adrien and Chat Noir who stood in front of her two seconds ago!

"Wait, Adrien, what are- why are-? Chat Noir was here and you- you are now here!" 

She was going insane. Tikki should send her help.

Marinette.exe stopped working.

Adrien's expression softened and he sighed heavily. "Marinette," he gazed at her with such fondness and exasperation that she almost felt it was too intimate. "I know."

He didn't even have to elaborate. She was figured out. He knew her identity.

Her shoulder slumped. "But-But how? I was always so careful and- ugh! This isn't right! Now we have to give up our miraculous! Do you have any idea what Master Fu would think if he still had his memories? But I'm the guardian now! Does that mean I take both our miraculous? Would I just keep mine then? Where would I put them? Do I give us different miraculous? Will we still be heroes? What about Hawkmoth-"

Two warm hands found her cheeks and her attention immediately shifted to the forest green of Adrien's lovely eyes, which stared at nothing but at her. "Marinette, please listen to me m'lady." The sound of her nickname strangely calmed her and she exhaled the breath she'd been holding, some of the tension leaving her body.

Adrien took a deep breath, fingers flexing on her shoulders from frayed nerves before he finally looked at the girl of his dreams in determination. "I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"I had these feelings for you ever since I gave you my umbrella and you were the first person to make me laugh again after mom disappeared. You were the one who was always so kind to me and did her best to help everyone all the time. What I told you at the picnic was nothing but the truth: you are our everyday Ladybug, you always were to me. And I'm so happy to know that the hero and the girl I fell in love with were one and the same! I know I made a lot of mistakes as Adrien and Chat Noir, and that I disappointed you often, but I want to make up for it in any way I can and be a better partner for you as Ladybug. My only question is if you would let me be a better partner for you as Marinette, too?" 

The sincerity in his gaze stole the breath from her lungs and Marinette couldn't help but tear up at the heartfelt confession that was meant for her. 

"Y-Yes! A thousand times yes kitty, my prince!" She fell into his arms with a cry of joy and Adrien fell to the ground from the force of her hug. Despite the small wince of pain, they both laughed in joy, cradling each-other's faces tenderly.

Adrien rubbed his nose against his lady's and smiled. "I love you Marinette."

The smile on Marinette's face was the warmest Adrien ever had ever seen. "I love you too Adrien."

#miraculous ladybug #ml #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupaincheng #ml fic #ml fluff #adrienette #adrinette #adrienette fic #miraculous fic

[poindexterfics]

Raiden Scenarios 1

Elder God Babe was requested by @severus-snape-blr, the scenario dealer’s choice. I apologize greatly for the long delay, and as a bonus I will include two extra scenarios and Dark Raiden. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Yandere-ish Dark Raiden, Death/Murder

Storm Watching

It had been raining for what felt like an eternity that day.

You never did like when it just rained, only because it felt like such a tease. For what was the joy in rain besides the perfect storm? And then it happened.

The sky lit up with the branching arms of an electrical strike, the noise of its following thunder almost reminiscent of the atmosphere tearing itself asunder. Such was the beauty in organized chaos, the light show putting a smile on your face. But, you were not a fool. It had started off too strong, too coincidental.

Your gaze was still transfixed on the sky over your roofed balcony, even as strong, protective arms snaked around your waist. He never was able to visit on a regular basis, and often did things to make up for it where he could. This was one of those occasions. Your boyfriend’s breath lingered over your neck before he placed a few feathery kisses there out of affection. Leaning into his touch with a small noise of approval, you finally looked over your shoulder to peer at him, your smile growing wider. What had he done to deserve you, he could only wonder. You were always so sweet to him, always so happy to see him, even if he could not be as attentive as he wanted to be. You were the heavens reincarnated on Earthrealm, he was convinced of it. “It’s beautiful, Raiden,” You commented, causing him to obtain a sheepish smile of his own. He thought he had been a little more sneaky about the storm… but, you were very observant. That, or he just wasn’t very stealthy at all. He’d rather believe the former, as special as you were to him. “As are you, my love,” Finally came his reply. It was cheesy, but you very much enjoyed cheesy. One could not blame him for it anyway, for he was so new to romance. You were an experience of many firsts for him, and the loving dynamic you shared made it all the more rewarding.

“Watch the storm with me?” You asked hopefully, turning your gaze back to the illuminated skies. His chin came to rest on the top of your head, his arms never losing their possessive grip on you. “Forever and always.”

Little April Showers

It was a reposeful spring night. The only sounds piercing the air around the pastoral homestead was the chirping of various crickets, and the occasional croaking of the pond frogs. 

An Elder God had little to do here, out of place and improper as his presence was in such seemingly frivolous surrounds. And yet, here Raiden was. He laid on his back in the woven hammock, somewhat staring at the sewn designs on the canopy above his resting place. He only tore his gaze from it when a certain entity began to wriggle beside him, a corner of his lips turning upwards into an adoring half-smile. 

To say that you were the light of his life was an understatement, as so few words could hardly describe just what all you meant to him. Every time he caught sight of you, all of the stress from his duties melted into a quiet oblivion, and this moment was no different. You breathed rhythmically in your slumber, snuggled firmly into your boyfriend, one of his arms wrapped around you. However, the peace was disturbed when you suddenly began to whimper, your face scrunching as a nightmare took hold of your dreamworld where Raiden could not follow. He pulled you on top of him as both arms held you now, flushed against his chest. The movement rocked the hammock unsteadily, but, once he had settled and kissed your forehead a few times, you were back to your harmonious form of unconsciousness. Rain began to descend, the soft pitter patter against the canopy drowned out by the distant rumble of thunder.

The lull of the country singing with the far off storm had you fall deeper into your sleep, nuzzling closer into the warmth and love of your Elder God. 

Charged Up Protection

A few bad decisions were being made the longer the night carried on…

What felt like the 50th drink swirled in your hand as you teetered unsteadily, boisterous laughter shaking your frame. Your friends had to hold you up from time to time, only somewhat regretting their decision in getting you out like this. After all, you had been cooped up in your home for far too long! What was the harm in a little fun? Not to mention, many attractive suitors had their eyes on you! Better for you to finally settle down with someone who could be there for you more often, right? At least, that’s what your friends thought.

The buzz of the alcohol, the flashing lights and the loud music, it had been so long since you had been exposed to such an environment that you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Sickly, even. Stumbling as you excused yourself for some fresh air, you hardly noticed the man who followed you outside. Although, when you did become fully aware, you felt the pace of your heartbeat quicken. You had two choices. 

Cut through the alley, or stand your ground. 

Turning on your heels as the man approached, you crossed your arms and gave the bitchiest face and tone you could muster to appear tough. “Why are you following me?” You asked sharply, eyes narrowed. With how tipsy you were, however, it came out far more slurred and shaky than you had perceived. The man hesitated for a moment, raising his hands to show he was not a threat. “Sorry miss, I saw you leave and you left your-…” He trailed off, staring at something behind you. Not being able to help a glance yourself, you noticed a certain Elder God towering over you. He did NOT look happy at all. In fact, he looked downright pissed. His body was stiff and rigid, his lips pulled tight in his frown, and he was glaring daggers at the man who had come out with you. While the intentions were not evil, they still were far from innocent, and Raiden would not tolerate it. “Leave us,” He growled. Without another word, the stranger hurried back inside and left you two be. “Rai-” You were quickly interrupted. “Are you hurt? What took you?” The Elder God questioned as he gave you a glance over, noticing your wobbly disposition. His voice softened, as did his expression. “You need to have a care, little one…” He breathed as he pulled you close, not giving you much of an opportunity to answer his previous inquiries. Instead, he picked you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck while he supported your weight in his grasp. He seemed to think that you had been forced to come here. Better to leave that thought be, until you were sober enough to properly recall how you even let yourself get dragged here in the first place. For now, you were in for a night of pampering and TLC, and your aching body would definitely need that for the miserable morning that would inevitably come...

Dark Raiden! Unwavering Protection

You had two choices. 

Cut through the alley, or stand your ground. Ducking to the side and hurrying through the sudden darkness, you only needed a few more steps to reach the street on the other side. Your break for freedom, however, was cut short when your arm was grabbed, and you were unable to help the cry of surprise. “Wait, miss, you forgot-” The man’s voice was cut off by his own gasp, his body thrown into the brick wall on the other side. So strong had the force been, he had cracked the bricks, stumbling into a heap on the ground. Hurt, but alive. Alarmed, you turned to your protector. You needed to calm him down, or he would do far worse. Raiden’s gaze dripped with venom, electricity of red malice ripping through him. Yet, before he could take a step, you grabbed hold of his hand. The touch was enough to divert his attention, the corrupted Elder God looking you up and down. His glowing eyes still contained their anger, but you held him steady. “I’m okay, Raiden,” You whispered softly, flashing him a sweet smile to convince him. You took his other hand, letting him feel you. “See? I’m still here.” The Elder God scowled. “Have you no sense at all, Y/n?” His tone was harsh, but it did not neglect the true feelings he was having. He had been scared for you when he did not find you where he had last left you. “I’m sorry,” You hummed, leaning further into him as you finally felt the exhaustion taking over you. “Can we please go home?” He glanced back over to the man that had defiled you in his eyes, tightening his jaw before looping his arm around you and leading you back to your apartment just a few blocks down the street. While he did take good care of you, giving you a bath and helping you into bed-- Raiden was unusually quiet. Less affectionate, less domineering… in fact, he didn’t seem to be having any emotions at all. Too tired, however, you let yourself fall into your slumber under his watchful gaze. And when you were completely out, the Elder God left. You never found out what happened to that man from the bar. Perhaps it was better you hadn’t. He had been found by authorities, covered in electrical burns, broken and bloody. It was a gruesome death. Thing was, his intentions involving you had never been terrible. That, however, did not matter to the Elder God who had claimed you as his own. He had to take the necessary precautions to protect you-- And that included threats that had yet to be realized. 

#mortal kombat #mk #raiden #mk raiden #raiden x reader #mk raiden x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk imagines #mk dark raiden #mortal kombat dark raiden #dark raiden #dark raiden x reader #mk dark raiden x reader #mortal kombat dark raiden x reader #mortal kombat raiden #no i did not forget that #yandere dark raiden

[lokisasylum]

Tagged by @parkandblues​

Open your Spotify ‘On Repeat’ and the first five songs are the soundtrack to your personal rom-com. 

[I HAD TO DO THIS SHIT ALL OVER AGAIN, BECAUSE THE FUCKING TUMBLR POST EDITOR GLITCHED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN. SO I TURNED IT OFF =____= ]

That’s one fucked up rom-com, Daisy.

TRACK 01. ‘Butter’ - So I take it this is the Opening Sequence where Character A (protagonist) is shown living the good life. Perfect job, perfect home, perfect neighborhood, and perfect love life alongside Character B. With whom they’ve known since they were childhood friends and later fell in love a-la-soulmates style. Its like nothing could go wrong for them.

TRACK 02. ‘Broken Heart of Gold’ – This the part of the story with the imminent and sudden break up. CharacterB is leaving A for some unknown reason, leaving them heartbroken and walking home alone under the rain. Once home, A begins to see how ridiculously big the place now seems with the absence of B becoming more evident as the minutes tick by. But rather than sitting around sulking about it, A begins to gather everything they can get their hands on (photos, clothes, love letters, ect) and proceeds to burn them on the chimney. Vowing to close their heart to everyone and never fall in love again.   

TRACK 03. ‘WHO’ – It’s been 2 years since the breakup. Enter Character C (A’s best bud), who won’t stop pestering A about not going out enough and being such a loner. So like each and every time A caves with a smile to their best friend and agrees to be dragged out to their favorite spot at a local pub to let loose and have some fun. At some point when C gets pulled to the dance floor, A bumps into someone at the bar area who turns out to be their ex lover, B. B tries to talk to A and explain their side and WHY they had to leave, but A is having none of it. They’re not doing this again, it’s been too long, what good are excuses and “I’m sorries” at this point? It won’t take back the pain it inflicted. In the end A tries to walk away from B, the same way B did to them 2 years ago, but B reminds them of the happier times they shared before the separation and how they never stopped thinking about A all the time they spent away from each other and how they’re ready to come back home, this time for good. A is conflicted, but still has feelings for B. Where there was fire ashes remain, they say. That night the two leave the pub together (after dropping off C) and return to what was once their home and make love. (cheesy af, I know)

TRACK 04. ‘Utai IV: Reawakening’ – PLOT TWIST! A is actually a cyborg and they’re just waking up the following morning at a lab after being repaired from the damage they endured during a battle. The first face that comes into view is that of B, another cyborg who’s also the one taking care of/repairing A. B wastes no time in placating A for their recklessness and “I told you so’s”, while A rolls their eyes and throws back some snarky remark that ends with the two arguing childishly until a heavy silence falls between them. Seeing as there’s nothing more to say A begins to retire from the room when B asks them what they dreamed about, but A insists that “it was nothing” and leaves the room.

TRACK 05. ‘Life Goes On’ – Ending scene with A walking out into the rooftop just in time to catch a glimpse of the sunset as well as their world around them. A semi-post apocalyptic scenery meets their gaze. Memories of the past flood their mind, something really bad happened to the world many, many years ago. It all started right after that night… it was March 2020 back then...and B… B had saved A’s life more times than they can count. Suddenly B comes out to join them on the rooftop and smoke a cigarette. The two remain in silence until it begins to get dark and a few stars illuminate the sky, when suddenly B says: “I never got to thank you.”

-“What for?”-

-“For letting me back into your life that night.”-

The two smile at each other once again and the scene ends with A leaning their head against B’s shoulder.

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Not gonna lie... this would make a GREAT jikook, vmin or yoonmin fic XD (which reminds me that I DO have something very similar planned for some time ago, just... havent had the time to actually write it TT).

Anyways, I tag: @utopiajeon​ , @taefltrs​ (because you’re a new follower), and anyone else who wants to do it. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO WRITE A WHOLE ASS ESSAY LIKE I DID... I WAS BORED AF.

#tag #tag game #tag meme #spotify #spotify tag #bts #bts au ideas

[aprils-arcadia]

By the River

Member: Shownu Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,9k Summary: You watch the sunrise from your favorite place in your hometown, when you are suddenly interrupted by a handsome stranger. 

She was sitting on the little concrete slope near the river. Once it was probably used to let boats into the water, but that had stopped even before she was born. Now it was just one of the nicest places to sit and think. With the river to her right and the embankment to her left she was surrounded by trees in this little nook.  

She used to come here quite often when she still lived nearby with her parents but by now she had moved into the city and the visits to her parents were less frequent than she was comfortable with. Work had taken up way too much of her life and driving home with public transport had always been a hassle. So over time the visits got rarer and rarer, making her miss this place and her parents even more. No matter where she went she always treasured this little fleck of earth in the town she grew up in and spent so many happy years of her childhood. Whenever she came back a smile always adorned her face no matter if it was snowing, bright sunshine, or raining like it just had a second ago.   

It had been a nice summer shower, washing away the dust and the dry heat. Unfortunately it was over before it even really began. Her clothes had already dried within the last few minutes but the remaining raindrops on the embankment still glistened in the now returned sun. 

This wasn’t a famous tourist spot or a hotspot of the local youth, no this was her secret spot. The spot she spent so many hours as a kid, talking to her friends or just being alone with her thoughts. In this little niche beside the river she had her privacy. If she wanted to cry nobody would notice and if she laughed nobody would care. 

It had been the right choice to take the week off, to get away from work and to spend her little vacation here, right where she would always belong. The week housesitting for her parents brought back so many memories, memories that were still ever present in the house itself, be it the old photobooks in her dad’s office or the big framed picture depicting all her family members, her uncles, her cousins and she herself: A young girl forced to wear a dress to look pretty but her hair the usual unkempt mess. She was sitting next to her mom and desperately tried to hide a patched-up finger behind her back but the white bandages still shone brightly next to her dark blue dress.

She stretched her arms into the air and a yawn escaped her mouth. It had been worth getting up at 5 a.m., seeing the sun rise over the horizon, colouring the sky in a bright orange was a sight that was worth every minute of lost sleep. She probably should go back to get ready for the day but not yet, instead she rolled her jacket into a little pillow and layed down on the hard concrete, the tiny stones hurting her back a little but not enough to make her want to leave. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. The earthy smell of petrichor and the fresh scent of the river filled her lungs and she smiled to herself. 

She truly loved this place. 

The sound of the steady waves lapping on to the shore whenever a boat went past, the screeching of the lone seagull that had made its way down south and the rustling of the wind in the leaves around her lulled her into a comfortable nothingness.

Her reverie was interrupted by an unfamiliar smell and the sound of the dry grass being crunched under someone’s feet. Lazily she opened her eyes only to look up at a young man around her age. 

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you.” He took a step back. “I'd better leave". 

"No worries." She sat up and turned around to look at him properly. He was wearing a pair of black running shorts and a black sleeveless top. His hair was disheveled and still wet either from the rain or from the sweat that was also running down his arms making them shimmer in the morning sun. “I wasn't really sleeping and I should probably leave soon anyway."

"I didn't mean to drive you away. It's not like I own the place." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled shyly. 

"True" she giggled. He looked kind and trusting. His eyes radiated a calm and warm aura that made her feel instantly comfortable around him. "Do you wanna sit down?"

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, so that it no longer stuck to his forehead but now lay in strands. 

She scooted over and gestured at him to sit down. "Not at all. There’s plenty of room for the both of us." 

He sat down next to her, adjusting a bit so that their shoulders would be far enough apart.

"I'm sorry that this is gonna sound like one of those cheesy pick up lines but do you come here often?" A sweet laugh left her mouth, as warm as the summer sun. "Cheesy doesn't necessarily mean bad, I mean that one's a classic.” 

"No,” He corrected quickly “I just meant that I've never seen you around here." 

"I used to live here when I was younger,” She brushed off the sand from her calves and unfolded her little jacket pillow. “Now I'm just housesitting. What about you?" She looked into his eyes as if it was the most natural thing, somehow awkwardness never crossed her mind.

"I've discovered this place on one of my morning runs.” He leaned forward to tighten the knot on his bright blue sneakers. "And now I always stop by here each morning when I'm done."

"Commendable" 

"If you say so.” He smiled at her, his face losing all its rough features instantly. “I just really like this place.” His gaze wandered over to the water that was slowly receding only to be pushed back onto the shore. "It's nice to just sit, watch the waves and just be for a second."

"I agree.” she said. “Nobody really bothers you, well normally at least." She scrunched up her nose and they both laughed.   

“Yeah, sorry about that.” he apologized, still smiling brightly.

“Soo…” she leaned back examining his broad back and shoulders trying to read the letters that were printed on his shirt. “Sho-”

“-Shownu.” he finished. 

“So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Shownu? I mean there isn't really anything here.” Her hometown had always been a place for old people, sure they had an elementary school but that was about it. The local businesses were slowly moving to the city and apart from one big company, a few bakers and supermarkets it was pretty much just a residential area. No nightlife, on the contrary even, this neck of the woods still clung to their night and sunday rest rules so tightly that loud music after 10 p.m. could easily be answered by the old lady two houses over calling the police on you. The cinema in the nearest town had gone bankrupt and you had to drive half an hour by bus to even get to a decent clothing store. It was no wonder that everyone moved to the city when they finally got the chance.  

"Well, I got seconded here a few months back. I work over there.” He pointed to the big building visible on the horizon on the other side of the river. “I found a nice flat on this side so I just took it. The ferry isn’t that bad of a commute”

“I loved to ride the ferry as a kid.” She said enthusiastically, remembering all the times she went over to the other side to go to the beach or to walk around with her friends and their dogs.  

“Well it gets old rather quickly I can tell you. But the water and the fresh air is a nice wake up on an early morning.” He leaned back steading himself on his hands. 

“And how do you like it here so far?” she asked, playing around with the little blade of grass she had plucked to her right. 

“To be honest, in the beginning it was quite the change. I grew up in a big city and was always so used to the bustle on the streets and the huge amount of people. This is the complete opposite. I mean I once went a day without seeing another human soul on the streets. It had quite the apocalyptic vibe.” He laughed. 

“It probably just meant that the local football team was playing.” She shrugged. Those had been the best days, when almost everyone was out and no one roamed the streets anymore. As a child she used those days to play badminton in the streets with her brother or go for a walk without ever meeting anyone. It was a nice change of pace each time. 

“That makes sense. Anyway it’s actually really nice to live here.”

“Why is that? I mean I know my reason but I’d like to hear yours.” The blade of grass in her hand was now a tiny ball of knots. She put it down beside her and gave it a little flick, watching it roll down the concrete and into the water. 

“I think it’s quite idyllic. When I lived in the city everything seemed so cold, distant and impersonal. In comparison this place feels unbelievably warm. This is probably gonna sound stupid but it feels loved”

She didn’t answer. Instead she just looked at his profile, at the kindness in his eyes and let his words slowly sink in. This place feels loved. To hear someone else say this made her incredibly happy. 

“Sorry that was a bit weird.” he said sitting back up, looking at her. 

“No, not at all.” She let her head sink between her knees looking out onto the shoreline and the line of grasses which gently swayed in the wind.

“I’m really telling you everything here, huh” he chuckled a little shyly and rubbed the back of his head. 

“Sure seemed that way.” she smiled. 

“Must be this place, makes it way too easy to open up to a complete stranger. Well now you owe me one. What brought you back here?”

“Since we are already on the sappy side of things I can just hop onto the train.” She took a deep breath and sighed “I miss this place. It makes life seem so simple and easy. I can forget about work and the stress of the city when I come here.” She smiled, more to herself that to anybody and her eyes were clouded with nostalgia. “In the end it’s home, simple as that.” 

Without warning a loud ringing tone interrupted their conversation. “Oh sh*t.” Shownu got up, quickly turning off the alarm on his phone. “I’m sorry to just leave like this.”

“Nah it’s fine. Wouldn’t want you to be late for work. I better get going as well.” She got up and wrapped her jacket around her hips.

“Hope to see you again soon” he said and sprinted off. 

Me too, she thought. Maybe just now she found another reason to come back here more often. 

#mx #monstax #fanfiction #monstax fanfiction #shownu #son hyun-woo #shownu fluff #shownu x reader #aprils fanfiction #aprils arcadia

[helahades]

By the Water Fountain

(Natasha Romanova x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N: This is my entry into @fanfictionaries trope challenge! I sort of completely twisted the prompt up. Mine was Best Friend’s Brother.

This fic doubles as a songfic for Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin.

I recommend listening to that song before reading. ( on youtube // on spotify )

Warnings: Red Room like abuse. Codependency. Trauma. Angst. Rejection. Seriously, abuse. Everyone is abused. Injury. Dissociation. Trauma.

Word Count: 3.4k

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Under a blended peach sky, and during the in between that hangs both the sun and moon, a pretty girl is thinking about her soft and unshakable love for you.

Practice is over, and you’re smiling, looking out across the courtyard from where you sit with Natasha on the fountain’s edge.

“Do’ya ever want to get married, Natalia?”

When you say her name, it’s tangy and sharp, the Russian way, with a hint of Spanish, but gentle all the same. A drip of nectarine streams over your lip and down your chin, and you don’t even catch and cover it like you might if you weren’t high on dreams.

This dance academy seems like forever sometimes—its been years of your life since they demanded your recruitment—but you always take time to dream. If you don’t, Nat won’t, and her unspoken appreciation of your hope keeps the both of you warm.

At first, because she can’t help it, she thinks about marrying you, as if that’s what you meant.

“Maybe someday, I guess,” comes a thoughtful monotone that only Nat can conjure, “Why—you thinking about marrying Alec?”

“God no,” you huff, cuddling into her shoulder as the fruit goes bitter. She opens up to you physically in a minute way, receiving your warmth and closeness despite the neutrality of the coming breeze.

“Well...I just don’t know actually,” you continue, “The two of us fell in love way too young, you know… And I needed him then, so maybe it was more like dependence.”

Shifting on the cool stone of the fountain's edge, you are suddenly aware of the way the tights sit on the skin of your thighs, stretching with each movement.

It becomes hard not to think about the love shell you’re trapped in. Everyone at the academy has found a different way to cope, and for some, including the you of the past, that meant lying with someone just to remember intimacy.

That was before. Before you knew the meaning of the word, and before after dance practice naps in your little haven turned into kissing and heat and softness.

Some days, swaddled up and tangled with the other, you would press kisses under Nat’s jaw, where she smelled like cinnamon and flowers and fabric softener, and she would giggle like the world never gave any weight to feeling. She would dance her fingers along your spine when the peach stretched into moonlight, and the darkness would stun her into remembering you’re promised to another. Her brother.

“Sometimes, Nat…I think I love you instead, and that kinda scares me.”

You look at her, you squeeze the sour fruit.

She says nothing.

Her rejection is acid to your soul.

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Shadows and blown glass and dried petals and the wood of your apartment at sunset.

It all runs through Natasha’s mind in a haze when she begins to think about the energy here and why she loves it, and why it feels so secret. She doesn’t go this far, but it all feels like sapphic poetry that a man might try to capture, but would never understand if he barged in here. It’s a secret world made for fond hearts.

When the both of you are here, you can pretend that your instructor doesn’t make you repeat across the floor routines til you bleed, or that you haven’t been criticized to the point of tears and vice. You shed the day together, so that when the masks go on in the morning, they aren’t shoved away by the bends of emotion. You touch and whisper and still yourselves passionately, being at one with dancing dust and ticking clocks.

Some days, you can’t explain, but she always understands, it’s easier to lie still and it feels like autonomy after a day of being forced to move. You can’t stop stretching your ankles and marking routines, and some nights you wake sobbing when the transition of a routine leaves you. But she’s here, like she always is, as you are for her.

You remind her to eat, when to stop, and when to put on clothes when the AC chill rattles too bitingly. You dream for her, until she can do it alone, and her soft grins grow into beaming cheesy smiles.

When you kiss her, she’s sweet. Her lips are plump and hydrated (because you can only stop dancing to drink water) and she makes soft sweet sounds against you that run down your throat and into your heart.

When she kisses you, she’s breathless, and she remembers all the ways you taught her to dream. She likes to hold your hand and kiss you languidly or sharply, like you have all the time, or none of it. Hands pushing up tank tops, thighs between each other, collarbone kisses, then Alec. He comes to take Nat home, to tell her it’s time to go, and he kisses you hard and scratchy before slamming the door, stealing your peace, and shattering your haven.

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It’s not that you don’t like Alec. You did at one point, even feel in love with him. His energy is as strong as his body, and he seems to comically be everything Natasha isn’t. He fills rooms with overwhelming charm, his dancing is sharp, agile, cutting through the air like licks of flame.

You prefer to see Natasha dance in her tortured grace, she can be quick, but when allowed, her grace is slow like a bloom and moves outward from her form.

Natasha and Alec both have learned how to play this system. They’re both clever and witty, but Natasha is the best because of natural skill, while Alec is exceptional because he still runs the sibling rival race that Natasha dropped from years ago.

Alec plays everything to win, he is outwardly passionate, and to be the focus of his attentions is a life secured in… something. You love him in the way that you must love someone that is good enough, that can get you out of here.

If Natasha would say the word, you would leave him. She doesn’t hesitate because of some familial loyalty. Her brother isn’t a jerk, necessarily, just oblivious to the finer things. Nothing about the unique circumstances they’ve survived together brought them closer together as siblings. Natasha didn’t know that hurt people could heal from two into one. She didn’t know people should have someone to confide in, and you don’t really either.

Alec is just… a pleaser. A source of abject power in social circles. He rides the line of knowing how to deliver performance, but knowing which one will get the right results. He controls. And he is incredibly hedonistic. It’s hard not to compare this with how you and your best friend only try to pleasure the other. She lives for your smiles, even if they’re just chemical, and even if she has to squint for them in the moonlight.

There’s just something about having someone who knows hurt in the same way as you without explanation. You scratch a line in the baseboard by your door when one of you sprains or breaks an ankle again from the incessant repetitions forced upon you at the academy. You’re both fucked up enough to laugh about it.

You roll frozen water bottles over knots and stretch through the resistance of scar tissue. When the sky falls into the time of buttery peach, she falls into you, warm like sunset and lovers’ candles. You like to kiss between her thighs, where she smells sweet like sugar cane, even like bubbly hand soap, and you kiss the moons where her nails dug into her thighs too hard when she tried not to let the instructor make her cry. In the soft tissue of your underarms, when you fold over her, sometimes you feel the gentle drag of her body’s scattered hairs. And it’s intimate in ways unspeakable.

She’s pink everywhere. In her cheeks, in the reflection of her hair on the walls, between her thighs, and her lips. She feels vulnerable with you. It’s enjoyable in a way she resists some days. Reminds her of getting tickled. She hates it just like she hates not being able to pull the thread back that unwinds from her heart, and the way she opens when you smile at her.

It’s intimate and innocent the way you learn how another woman’s body can be different. The rounds of your nipples are wider, darker, softer in their edges. The curls of the hair on your mound roll into you, framing you, while Natasha’s aim down, straight, the way rain points down windows. Your eyes are honeyed caramel, Natasha’s are the splashes from the water fountain. You could look at each other forever. But you don't. You have class in the morning.

A frigid and grating rap of knuckles lets you know Alec is here. Shooting up, it’s a flurry of sweatpants and tossed scrunchies, a routine you and your best friend know too well. When you come to the door, he pushes in like he does, kisses you with the sharp grating of his newly shaved face. He groans into it, pulling you in with a scoop of a muscled arm. When he pulls away, your head drops. You can’t see her cat eyes, her firey hair, her composed face wearing its mask before she really should.

“Nat. Walk yourself alone, tonight,” Alec commands into the night, eyeing you with the calm and cool intent of predation, freezing the wax of your candles. The crickets seem too hush outside.

Nat makes for the door, with a face that reads as stoic to anyone who can’t read the slight upward curl of her lips. She pulls the ends up like strings, lest they melt into a grimace in front of this man made of fire.

“Are you sure”—

You knew it was futile before you began. He raises an eyebrow like you’re crazy, and she’s looking back, just for a second, eyes like oceans, before she picks up her bag and is out the door, walking brusquely across the quad.

You wish the chill had swallowed you instead. That you had slammed the door.

Motions happen.

You pull off your shirt, because he never knows how, he carries you to your little bed. His belt buckle hits the floor like a gunshot, and when he crawls over you, you stare at the ceiling.

—

“Baby,” he nudges.

When he touches you, you leap out of the fog, sleep leaving in a gasp.

He knows.

When he passed out without learning to perfectly spot during fouettés, they dumped buckets of ice water on his bare back. Poked him in the ribs for not improving his cambré. Made him balance relevé in the snow, naked, for falling out of it on an off day. You know why he’s the best. And it’s not because he wants to be.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, accent tumbling. He rolls closer to where you sit, hands pulling your waist til you’re close enough to gather in his arms. He tugs you to lie with him. It’s comfortable enough.

“Baby,” he starts again, massaging a welt on your shoulder, “we need to get out of here.”

You want to scream at how obvious it is. You think about how you’ve cried it on your bathroom floor. How Natasha would say “One day.”

“And baby,” he whispers again, soft like he can’t stop, always, every night, “we’re doing it together.”

He presses a ring into your hand. It might not fit, it’s most likely stolen. But that’s not the point.

“I love you.”

The innocence has left.

—

The sun has risen, the sky is white like it’s running off a dandelion, and you’re in class.

Rose. Roza. You’re the rose, the pretty flower, paired with fire for a man.

You’re in the middle of a showcase—new dancers, new victims watching your display, sitting in a line against the mirrors, watching your demonstration with Alec before they themselves will go on and show their best.

It’s controlled—always. Each turnout and disengagement from the floor matches a single piano note. You face away from each other, the idea being that you can only trust yourself to be on time, and that your partner must know you won’t fail. There is a lift at the end, that depends on this synchronization, and if you fall before Alec comes ready from his pirouette, you’ll surely be injured. He’s always ready, it’s hardly a worry.

Launching out of your plié, you spin like leaves in the wind, like the flower they named you. Catching his eye as he plants after the pirouette, he catches you by the hips, raising you with a press of his shoulders. A gentle wrist, pointed toes, arched back, and the silence of your peers. Nobody claps. Claps are for the surprised.

When Alec lets you down, slowly and controlled, at least fifteen seconds after the final note, you catch a red bun when your vision levels. Mask sealed.

—

“Did you get home safe?”

“We don’t have homes.”

“Clearly not,” you spit, burning with her rejection.

Her face says nothing. You can only hear the spouting, rushing water.

“Does it not matter to you, Natalia,” you question, voice breaking slowly.

Her voice never comes.

“We’re getting married—Alec and I…”

You say it carefully. Like a threat. Hoping she’ll care.

“I remember the you that couldn’t imagine that.”

“I remember the you that didn’t make me want to.”

She looks bored. Like she’s waiting through the tantrum of a child. Your heart swells. Irritated with anger. Mask cracking.

You turn the ring in your pocket, upset with letting her win. Upset with knowing this is how it ends, and that your one day isn’t together. Upset with spending endless nights growing into her, just for her to watch you leave with indifference.

Pulling out a coin, the one that matches hers, the ones that you found before the fountain, you watch where she sits. You watch until she looks at you, and slide it closer to the water. You don’t push it in.

“He says he loves me. Who knows if he means it. But he said it...and you didn’t. I can’t be here forever, Nat.”

She blinks, willing words to come, and as you walk away, they still haven’t.

The sky turns sour.

—

Porcelain. Smooth, painted baby angel porcelain. You twirl like you’re in a music box, like a spring propels you. You dance until the days blend together, and you perform for Americans. You dance until they want to take you.

The rose and the flame.

—

Your American pointes are stiff. They expect you to break in new ones. When the sky turns peach, you’re under fluorescents, twirling like the wind. Twirling for hours.

“I heard Americans smell like wet dogs.”

He doesn’t bother to be quiet, and he’s smiling with the promise of intertwined futures. It also helps that no one practices as late as you, lovers more in love with a journey to come.

“I heard they have a lot of money.”

“That, they do, Roza,” his tongue rolls Russian, and he crosses to kiss the tips of your fingers. He’s so sweet in the nights.

His hands are unwrapped, his regular shoes are on the floor. Your eyes flicker to them, disapproving, before looking at him. Regular shoes scuff the dance floor.

“What will they do?”

He pulls your arms out of third, pulls your hands into his, stroking your locked up knuckles, undoing the forced curves of your hands. He’s telling you to come with him. To rest your overworked body. There will be plenty of time to practice in America.

It’s a sweet moment, soured only by being the wrong ending, and your unfinished business.

“Come with me. It’s our last night in this stupid place. Let’s celebrate.”

You let him pull you close. You kiss him and you mean it.

“I just have one thing to do.”

—

Knocking on Nat’s door, you realize it’s the first time you’ve done so and been unsure if she would answer. It’s 2am, after all, and the words you spoke before were very final.

When the door swings open, not enough time passes for a wait. She hadn’t been sleeping. There aren’t many words. There doesn’t have to be. What would you even say, really?

You go for a hug, but closing the distance, it morphs into a kiss. A gentle one. A sweet meet of the lips. A goodbye. Then, both of you are crying. Neither of you knows enough about America, enough about life without the other...but too much about saying goodbye.

There aren’t any words because they’re the kind of words you’ve already said to other people. The words that you hate to hear, that have been wrung too many times from the back of your throat to cover the spaces between that no language can. There aren’t words to say how this sucks.

Your lover, your confidante, your supporter. You try not to think about that strange fight. You try not to think about how she couldn’t say she loves you. You both know she does. Only she knows that her love won’t save you from this place. If you leave and have a boring life with Alec in some city or countryside, at least no one will beat you again. No more broken ankles, and no more bad jokes about them.

Some place squeezes in the back of your throat, pulling at the wells of your eyelids. When she pulls out your coin, the one you left behind, she presses it into your hand, watery tears on her pink cheeks, and she looks like a peach sky. Standing together with silent tears, it’s a moment before you calm them, breathing together like you would when tears meant harder hits.

You put the coin in your bra, giggling, because there’s nowhere else for it to go. She giggles too, and it’s a stupid thing, but the thing you find, because something needs to do. Something needs to be tallied in the baseboards.

“He’s waiting for me,” you whisper in your watery voice.

It’s always like this. Someone always has to start it with a timer.

You come closer because she’s so warm.

She strokes your face, pushing back some fly away hairs.

“You’ll do amazing. Don’t mess it up there. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t be afraid of them…”

She pauses, conducting the waves that threaten her composure.

“Don’t forget me...I won’t forget you.”

And that is the most she can give. That is her love, in different words, and that is the most she can say without you deciding to stay. You’d tough it all out with her, but it wouldn’t be right. She will make it out. You need to believe it.

You kiss her again. You hold her hands, and you walk away before more tears fall.

—

When you wake up, your back and legs ache, but the sunlight is in your bones, and your soul is light with new beginnings, and mourning like you’re already gone.

Alec made love to you last night, and you enjoyed it. Maybe… maybe there’s some understanding. Maybe life won’t be bad.

When you’re walked to the car that will take you to the plane, you pass the water fountain. The sky is blinding and empty. So is the seat that Nat usually takes. You taste nectarines.

Alec squeezes your shoulder, and you’re back in the moment. He tells you he loves you, the wind twirling around like a blessing. It feels unearned.

It’s an easy car ride, and as time clicks by on the digital clock, you recoil at the car freshener blowing into your nose with the biting freeze of the air conditioner. You can’t stop watching that clock. You take moments when you know Natasha’s alarm is ringing on her floor, when class starts, when lunch begins.

You think about what the American schedule will be like all the way to the plane. You wonder where you’ll go when the sky turns peach.

Soaring over cities, you see water. You see the glimmer of Nat’s tears, and you wonder if she’ll see the same sea when she makes it out.

You wonder if she’ll think of you too.

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[visionsofus]

Hi! I’ve been reading some of your Wanda & Vision mixtape series and after the season final, I HIGHLY recommend giving “Our Corner of the Universe” by K. S. Rhoads a listen! I think your series is such a great idea and it’s so well written; warm without being cheesy.

You seriously are trying to break my heart with this song - I'd never thought about listening to it in the context of Wanda and Vision but boy once I did my heart was in pieces. Anyway! I hope you like where I went with this. 

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track #8 of Wanda and Vision’s Mixtape ~ Our corner of the universe 

Synopsis: In which Wanda and Vision are coming to the end of a few weeks together in Paris pre-IW and Wanda dreams a life for them where they no longer have to run and hide. Unknowingly, she draws Vision into her dream and they both must contend with the idea that this reality isn't something that will be easy for them.

Paris had grown colder in the last few days, as though the city knew the time was coming when Vision would have to leave.  The sun had disappeared early that morning behind a cover of clouds that had seen the day through until sunset, leaving a soft rain to patter against the glass French doors. They were huddled in bed now, Vision tracing soft patterns about Wanda’s back as he watched the rain drizzle down the glass.

“Tomorrow is too soon,” she whispered, her head shifting slightly from where it was resting atop his chest.

“I know,” he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head affectionately.  

“One day we won’t run like this,” Wanda said looking up into his eyes and Vision tried to smile. Normally he was more hopeful, but it was now coming to the end of their second year of meeting up like this and it was difficult to see a future where they could be else. Of a time when they might have a life together that was more than stolen moments in distant cities.

“One day we’ll be able to live together in one place, we’ll have neighbours and friends, we won’t have to hide.”

“I hope so, my love,” Vision said opening his arms wider as Wanda got under the dark bed covers for the evening. Once she was settled, he slid off the bed and went about turning the lights out and checking the doors were locked. It was routine for them now. Once Vision was sure that everything was safely locked up, he joined Wanda, pulling a blanket from the foot of the bed atop the covers for added warmth.

Wanda shuffled closer to him as he lay down beside her and he opened his arms for her to rest atop his chest once more. They were often inseparable like this on the last night, needing the physical connection of each other to remind themselves to be present in the moment and not spend their precious hours dreading the coming morning.

Vision ran his fingers through Wanda’s hair in calming motions as her breath slowed. Eventually he stilled and started to drift off himself, into the version of sleep that his synthezoid body demanded.  

Neither of them was conscious when Wanda’s hand twitched atop Vision’s chest, red mist forming before dissipating in the air between them.

Vision didn’t dream. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, if he really wanted to his synthetic brain could replicate something close to the dreamlike state that humans experienced. But he generally preferred the endless quiet that came with his brain’s resting state. The chance for stillness, even for a few hours, was a relief. Perhaps there was an element of self-preservation to it, the fear that Wanda would be caught and that he would have to watch her be imprisoned once more haunted his waking hours enough, he would rather not be consumed by the same thoughts at night.

So it came as something of a surprise when Vision found himself opening his eyes to warm sunlight, despite his brain reminding him that he was indeed, still resting. It disconcerting trying to reconcile his physical form, which remained in the Parisian apartment in bed beside Wanda, and his mental form currently cast in sunlight somewhere, somewhen, else.

Judging from the light streaming through the four paned windows opposite his face, it was early morning, where though, he couldn’t tell. Slowly, Vision rolled over and came face to face with the peaceful, sleeping face of his partner. She sighed softly and shifted closer to him.

“Go back to sleep, it’s too early,” she whispered to him.

“It’s night-time,” Vision said in confusion.

Wanda’s eyes opened and she scrunched her nose up at him. “Just a few more minutes.”

This put him at ease, it was exactly what his Wanda said most mornings. “Of course, a few more minutes,” he said, and Wanda sighed happily, moving closer to rest her head upon his shoulder like a pillow.

“We should stay like this forever.”

Vision smiled and his eyes drifted closed against the sun, wishing that every morning might be like this.

He started when he suddenly found himself standing in an unfamiliar living room. It was a cosy space, mostly occupied by a large red couch and a collection of armchairs assembled around a flat screen television. He spun on the spot looking around for Wanda.

“Vis? Is that you?” Came Wanda’s disembodied voice and Vision followed it through the next room into a quaint kitchen complete with cluttered island and wooden dining table.

“Darling?” Vision said hesitantly, closing the kitchen door behind him. “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to make sure that your evening is free for next Friday, we’ve been invited to dinner,” Wanda said running her fingers atop a calendar and marking a square with a black marker.

She was dreaming, that much he was now sure of. This strange transition to what appeared to be a few hours later was the most obvious indicator. Not to mention the haze like state of their surroundings, as though the interior designer had given up halfway through the décor process. Kitchen tiles faded off into exposed wall, there were two clocks hanging above the sink ticking in opposite directions, and though there were cookbooks sitting on the kitchen island, when Vision tried to make sense of their titles, he found he couldn’t read any of them.

He’d talked with Wanda about what kind of house that she would like one day, but that had been a while ago and he’d been hesitant to add himself to that image. Now here he was in her dreamscape, in a made-up house that they appeared to live in, together.

“So that is a yes for you next Friday?” Wanda said absentmindedly as she began to move around the kitchen assembling a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Yes,” Vision said, deciding it was best to play along, distantly recalling that it wasn’t a good idea to wake sleepwalkers. He didn’t want to give Wanda a fright or force her into a lucid dream state. Instead he watched in wonder as she continued to navigate the space with ease, her hands finding the cupboard with the saucepans and the cutlery drawer without hesitation, it was fascinating to watch. He wasn’t entirely sure how Wanda had drawn him into her dream, but for now he was content to observe.

“I was thinking of making Paprikash to take, what do you think?” Wanda asked as she brought her meal to the table and gestured for him to join her.

“I think—” Vision began, watching her smile up at him as he hovered about the table. “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

“I’m glad you think so,” she said grinning and taking a napkin from a pile on the table, “perhaps I can teach you how to make it properly?”

“I’d love that,” he replied, thinking tenderly of his pathetic first attempt at the dish all those years earlier. Back when he’d been a lovestruck being, not entirely capable of processing the wave of feelings he got every time she was near. He supposed not much had changed, if anything the feelings had grown more intense.

Before Vision had time to further dissect the space about them, the scene changed yet again and he found himself standing in a park whose grass was slightly too green, the colours of the playground a little too bright. The colours lost their saturation around the corners of his view, as though the paintbrush had run out of paint for the edges.

Vision instead turned his attention to the woman walking beside him, her arm tucked into the nook of his elbow as they strolled through the park. He was distinctly aware of Wanda chattering away about their imaginary schedule for the weekend, suggesting a movie the following day at the outdoor cinema with their neighbours and reminding him of the community meeting the following Wednesday.

He smiled softly and listened to her creating this life for them, wishing it into existence. He was content to just hear her speak, to gain this glimpse into a future they clearly both wanted, even if it was just a dream for the time being. It reignited his desire to fight for a shared life with Wanda. The running and hiding had been wearing them both down recently, but it humbled his despair to know that Wanda still longed for this version of life. It made him want to do as much as he could to get them something close to this life.

Vision turned his face to the sun as they walked, relishing in its warmth as glimpses of light made it through the greenery above them. Her hand was a constant on his arm, her voice in his head telling him of all they both wished for, birds providing a background chorus.

His eyes opened once more, smiling as he turned his head to look at Wanda. It took a moment to realise this wasn’t part of the dream, that he had returned to their current reality once more.

It was still dark outside and for a brief moment his heart held onto the hope that time had paused while they dreamt, that it was still evening, but a glance to the digital clock on their bedside table told Vision it was nearing 7am. He was due to get the train at 10am.

Wanda was still curled against his side, her breathing slow and steady, one hand had reached across the covers as they slept, reaching for him. He took it rubbing her cold fingers to warm them up. As he did so, she stirred beside him.

“Wanda,” he murmured to the morning air, brushing her hair off her cheek with gentle touches.

“No,” she whispered back, scrunching her eyes closed causing little tears to leak from the corners. “I didn’t want to wake up.”

“I know,” he said.

“I wanted to stay there.”

“One day.”

Wanda opened her eyes at this and looked up at him, her questions clear. He smiled tightly at her but was sure it came across as something closer to a grimace. Understanding reached her eyes and he nodded sadly, confirming that he’d seen it all too.

“One day,” he repeated, like a promise and she slid her arms around his waist in answer, pulling herself closer to his warmth.

They held each other for as long as they could afford before knowing that they had no other choice than to get ready for their respective departures. With their bags packed, Vision set about making a quick breakfast for Wanda, the same scrambled eggs and bacon she’d made in her dream world. She stayed pressed to his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, as though afraid he’d disappear like her dreams.

At the station they waited at the platform as the train pulled in. Vision hated this part the most, hated that he had to be the one to turn his back first, but Wanda never told him where she was going next, it was to protect them both.

“We will find a way to that home,” he whispered at her ear as they hugged one last time.

“You really think we could have that?” she asked, voicing the question they both seemed too scared to ask all morning.

“I promise to you,” he said holding her hands tightly between them, “that I will do everything in my power to make that life for us.”

She smiled and leant forward to kiss him one more time.

“Travel safe,”

“And you,”

And Vision was leaving again, not knowing when they’d next be able to meet up, or for how long. At least some of his hopelessness had turned to hope in the last few hours, reignited by the knowledge that she longed for the same life he did. Doubt was always following him, and he’d started to wonder if he’d been overstepping where they were at in their relationship, but he could no longer ignore how right it had felt. They’d find a way to that corner of the universe, one day.

#wandavision #wanda x vision #scarletvision #ScarletVision fanfic #visionsofusfics #wholesome domestic stuff but also sad SV #longing for a life they can't have yet #hurts more in the context of WandaVision #but no spoilers or anything

[misssunflowersandsangria]

Please Have Snow and Mistletoe- Chapter 2

My deers!!  How are you my loves?  Thank you for letting me share this story with you.  I mentioned in a comment that I’m not a huge fan of cheesy Christmas movies but I love reading them lol and apparently writing them haha.  So for this chapter, we have more snowy fluff and some InoShikaCho interactions.  Hope you all like it! If you haven’t read the previous chapter I have them linked below :D 

Summary:  Memories are made while the snowflakes fall.  

Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe 

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Temari’s eyes took in the pristine glittering white snow from outside their window.  She’d woken up that morning wrapped around Shikamaru and despite her embarrassment, she continued to cling to him.  He was just so warm and she was committed to her role as the loving girlfriend.  If Shikamaru minded he didn’t mention it when he woke up.  

Even though she knew that she was awake, being there felt like a Winter dream. 

Last night had introduced her to all the key players. Today would be the real test of whether they could pull off being a happy couple.  At breakfast, Yoshino wrapped her in tight as though she was thankful that he hadn’t disappeared in the snow.   The Nara matriarch could be demanding and Shikamaru complained that she was a nag but Temari admired her.  She loved her family and would do anything for them.  Shikaku was more laid back, calm, and collected.  But he was strong and wise.  The Naras remained powerful and successful because of his leadership.  Shikamaru was made up of the best part of his parents.

The day would be a whirlwind of events and activities but she looked forward to what the day would bring.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think ahead. We’ll have some things shipped tonight for you.”  The clothes that she’d brought along weren’t quite suited for snowy weather. She had a pair of long pants and a sweater to wear for the day. 

Shikamaru placed an old snow jacket over her shoulders. The coat had completely swallowed her up but she looked adorable drowning in the fabric. 

“It’s okay Shikamaru, I think that this should suffice.  So what are we doing today?”

He grinned adjusting the hood over her head. “You’ll see.” 

—

Temari panted hiding behind a tree. They took this snowball fight far more seriously than she could have imagined. And she absolutely loved it. Everyone in this family was far too competitive and she fit right in. 

There were only a few minutes left and she’d managed to get everyone with a snowball except one. 

“I hear you.”  Temari turned and both she and Shikamaru had a snowball poised and ready to be thrown. She lowered her hand before she felt the snowball hit her arm. 

“I can’t believe you threw that at me!” He just laughed at the incredulous look on her face. 

“Loosen up my dear girlfriend.” Surprising him she lunged forward and tackled him into the snow. He just laughed, grabbing at the snow below them and raining it over her. Temari laughed breathlessly as they wrestled in the powder of white. She fought valiantly until he got the upper hand and was straddling her waist.   Holding his weight above her, her back pressed into the snow. 

“I think that I won.” He teased her with a handsome grin. His hands held her wrists above her head. 

“Is that right?”  She breathed looking up at him. She noticed a strange shift in his eyes as he began to lean forward.  Her eyes fell close before she felt her hands suddenly become free. 

“Shikaku! They were having a moment.” Yoshino scolded her husband who had just thrown a snowball at their sons back 

“He should know better! No time for flirting!” Temari laughed seeing Shikamaru chase after his father 

“Let’s go Temari. Shikaku will be annoyed if Inoichi wins.”  Yoshino offered her hand to help her up. 

By the end, there was no clear winner. Apparently, there never was. Their parents would just argue about which family won while they warmed up in the Yamanaka home. 

Before ducking inside they built snowmen and made misshapen snow angels. Sledding and more snowballs, all the fun you could possibly have in the snow.  

Her fingers were frozen and her cheeks and nose had turned red but Temari refused to go inside too quickly.  Everyone else had gone in but Shikamaru remained there with her to help finish building their snowman. 

“Oh no, he looks terrible.” She pouted taking in the pile of snow that could hardly be considered a snowman. 

“It was much more difficult than movies make it seem.” The “snowman” was an abomination in comparison to the one that Sai and Ino had made. She couldn’t compete with Ino’s sheer determination and Sai’s artistic abilities. 

“It’s okay Tem, let me make a few adjustments.”  Shikamaru took off his scarf to wrap around its neck. Added more snow and adjusted his arms and eyes 

“There, now he’s perfect because we made it together.” She smiled at how easily he indulged her, letting her experience all of this as much or as little as she wanted. 

She pushed aside the memory of their interlude during the snowball fight. He wasn’t trying to kiss her. That wasn’t what that was.  Maybe they both were just caught up in the moment. 

They took pictures out there in the crystalline white, their snowman between them. It was practically imperfect in every way and yet it was just right for them. 

*

**

“Look how cute you are.” 

Temari grinned seeing a photo of a young Shikamaru, Ino, and Chouji playing out in the snow. She took an offered cup of steaming hot chocolate from Shikamaru. 

“You’re lucky that you have all this Shikamaru.”

“I agree.  I don’t have siblings so I’m thankful that I have the two of them at least.”  Seeing those snapshots was just a reminder of the memories he was no longer making.   He’d become so wrapped up in his own life and career. 

“What was it like growing up with your brothers.” 

“They’re the best, as annoying and obnoxious as little brothers could be but I love them. I always had a partner in crime. Being away from them this year has been tough so I’m thankful that I’ll be seeing them soon. Christmases together were always the best. Loud, chaotic but we were together so it was peaceful in a weird way.  I think they would love all the things your family does together.” 

She knew that it was a foolish statement. Their agreement would be over in a few days. It was silly to imagine integrating her family and traditions with the Naras. 

He remained silent, unsure of how to respond.  There was a part of Shikamaru that wanted to assure her that they could be part of it next year.  That his mother would be delighted to have even more people around, especially if it was her family. 

That wasn’t what their arrangement entailed though. 

Instead, he took her hand in his.  “Come on, movie time.” 

They settled into the plush chairs in the Yamanaka theater room. She tried not to gawk at how ridiculously wealthy they all were. 

“Here Temari, Karui, and I made the snacks for tonight.”  Chouji handed her a large assortment of snacks and treats. 

“Appreciate it, Chouji doesn’t share his snacks with just anyone,”  Karui informed her with a grin. 

“Then thank you Chouji, I’m honored.” 

Before the movie started Shikamaru’s arm wrapped easily around her. She automatically leaned into him a shared blanket over them.  This was all to prove themselves a happy couple right? 

“So you’d do this every year?”

“Yes, up until the last few years, especially when we were kids.  It was more eating snacks and me sleeping than actually watching the movies but it became a tradition of ours.” 

“My brothers and I would do this all the time too. If one of us were watching a movie, we would just naturally gravitate towards each other.”  Them being together, it didn't matter what they were doing, it was enough.  

“You’re really close to them?”

“I’d say so.” 

“Think that they’d like me?”  

She smiled to herself thinking about what her brothers' reaction to Shikamaru might be. “Of course my dear boyfriend. Gaara for sure, Kankuro would be an annoying prick about everything but I’m sure at some point he’d warm up to you too.” 

“That actually makes me really happy to hear.”  He admitted. 

“Temari! Bring them next year!”  Ino interjected hearing their conversation.

“Ino!”

She ignored Shikamaru’s protest. “They’d love it. More people to torture our beloved Shikamaru.” 

“Ino they have their own holiday activities.”  He tried to explain without revealing why that wouldn’t be possible.  

She wasn’t pleased with the response but nodded.  “Okay, but we have to meet them soon okay Temari?”

She nodded with a soft smile.  “Sure Ino, I think they’d be happy to meet you all.”

They all settled back down as the movie played. Temari picked at her nails anxiously. It should have been enough to just learn about his life and family. Now having hers being brought up was increasing the stakes and complexity of this situation.  

But when Shikamaru placed a steady hand over hers and pulled her further into his chest the worries melted away. 

Shikamaru was hers for just a few more days then they’d go off to live their separate lives. Just how it should be. 

Her eyes though lingered on their intertwined hands. Praying that at the end of this her heart would come out whole. 

The levity of familiar holiday classics eased any tension they felt.  She was just enjoying movies and snacks with her friends and “boyfriend.”  Something nice and simple. 

“Lay down Tem, it’s okay,”  Shikamaru told her softly.   She nodded surprised that he noticed her dozing off.  She rested her head on his lap.  He gently ran his finger through her blonde locks as her eyes fluttered closed.  He smiled remembering how happy and carefree she was playing in the snow.  The image of her with apple colored cheeks and snowflake kissed hair would forever remain in his memory.  If that errant snowball hadn’t hit him, would he have kissed her?

Shikamaru could feel his blonde friend's eyes boring into him. “What Ino?”

“Nothing, it’s just nice to see you all coupled up.  Your mother and I almost died when you told us you were bringing home a girl. Part of me thought that she’d just be some hired actress you brought along to get us off your back.  But the way that you two interact, how you look at her. This is real. Now someone else can worry about your dumbass.” 

He glanced down at Temari’s peaceful form.  How tightly she clung to him even while sleeping.  “I guess we both just got lucky.”

“You don’t believe in luck.” 

“She made me believe in it.” 

His friends were stunned speechless by the simple comment. 

“Whoever thought that Nara Shikamaru would be such a romantic.  When you two get married your mother is going to be ridiculous.” Chouji teased him already imagining the Nara matriarch on an absolute tear. 

Shikamaru’s eyes shot wide open at the statement.  “Married?”

Ino laughed off his surprised look.  “Of course! Then babies, the next generation of InoShikaCho!”

The other couples began to chat excitedly about the prospects of weddings and babies. The talk was to be expected now that he’d brought someone home. For generations, their families had shared weird traditions one of which was having kids all around the same ages. Part of him knew that Ino and Chouji were both waiting for him before they could start their own families. 

He never thought about just how much of an impact bringing someone home would have. So many hopes were being raised and soon they’d come crashing down once he and Temari “broke up.” 

Maybe after all of this, he’d eventually find someone but that person wouldn’t be Temari. And the idea felt utterly disappointing. He couldn’t imagine his family welcoming someone else so easily.  He doubted that anyone would ever measure up. 

So he just held onto her. That inevitable future would come but he still had her at least for right now. 

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That night Temari laid in bed restless and awake. She wasn’t sure what happened when she’d fallen asleep during the movie but Shikamaru seemed a little more distant when she woke. 

That should have been okay. This was just a business arrangement but the cool way he regarded her for the latter part of the evening stung. His family didn’t seem to notice the change but she did. They still had two more days together and she didn’t know if she could handle him keeping her at arms distance. 

Surprising her his voice range clearly in the darkness.  “Come here Tem.”  His strong arms drew her in and her head settled against his heart. His warm hand cradled her head as he placed a kiss against the top of her head. 

“We’re okay.” 

She bit back her smile of relief and nodded against his chest.  His heartbeat steady and strong against her ear. 

Whatever this was, however it all ended, it would be okay. 

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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe 

Chapter 1: Flight 4XMAS

Chapter 2:  A Scene from a Snowglobe

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Shikamaru, lies have consequences...Does anyone else play Animal Crossing? It’s so hard to make a snowperson!!! It doesn’t snow where I live so it’s something that seems so magical and wonderful to me.  Oh to play in the snow with your rich “boyfriend.”  If you’ve read any of my stories before then you know that I love the giving your love interest something of yours to wear trope. Okie, the next chapter out tomorrow or today depending on your time zone. Thanks again for all your love and support.  Love you my pretty deers! 

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