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Midnight Memories // The Color Of My World Part Two [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

Series: Part One 

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.

Word Count: 6,168  

Song: Kid In Love by Shawn Mendes (The lyrics are so spot on it’s actually kind of terrifying)

A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol

“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.

The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.

“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.

“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.

Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.

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What I Like

Originally posted by sugutie

Excited chatter fills the room as students trickle in for the first day of class. Spirits are high, outfits are cute, hair is neat and makeup is perfect; you give it a few weeks until everyone is miserable and dressing in sweatpants with messy hair and no makeup. But until then you’re stuck at the front of the room, quietly waiting for the professor to enter and bring some semblance of order to the chaos.

You have no interest in public speaking and you don’t plan on going into the business field but you have a social science slot to fill and you heard from your business major friend that this class is an easy A. However, she failed to mention exactly what was required of the class and the moment the professor passes around the stack of syllabi, you’re only a few seconds away from getting up and leaving.

“I’m sure that many of you have heard that this course is an easy A,” the professor laughs as he takes his place at the front of the room, “and I’ll concede that this is true. If you are capable of working with another person.” There’s a mix of groans, cheers, and noncommittal hums before the professor motions for silence. “I know,” he laughs, “some of you are incredibly excited while others are incredibly annoyed. Either way, if you stay in this class then you have to work together. The last day to drop is next Friday. If you’re going to drop, I ask that you do it sooner rather than later. I’m going to announce your pairs today and if your partner happens to drop, we’ll figure something out. And you did hear me correctly. I will assign the partners, I want you to get to know a stranger. If you’ve met your partner before, that’s fine. If you’re best friends and have known each other for years, let me know and changes will be made. I’ll call roll and then we’ll get started.”

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Rise Up

Chapter One

Summary: Part two after Sledgehammer. Stuck in a world of darkness where your only solid ground is Steve, can you overcome the disabling effects of what the Hounds of Hydra have done to learn to control your returned Valkyrie nature, the memories of your past lives filling you with a glorious but nearly impossible destiny, or will what has been taken, the loss of your sight, in turn have farther reaching consequences then you could have ever guessed?  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 3945
Warnings: Smexy, fluff, a little angst
Song: Rise Up by Andra Day

It all started with a song, figured I may as well continue the tradition

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone as Matt pulled it from his ear, looking at it in disbelief though he couldn’t technically see it. It was simply how his mind chose to compute this incredible moment. He’d heard enough interviews to know just which Steve Rogers was on the other end of the line, but he was still having a hard time believing it.

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong person,” Matt tried to brush it off, returning the phone to his ear.

He and Elektra were finally together, away from all of the crazy which had happened in New York. They were happy and alone, though, truthfully, he had a twinge of guilt for not telling Foggy he’d made it through the destruction of Midland Circle alive, allowing his best friend to think he’d died.

“Matt Murdock, former lawyer and defender of Hell’s Kitchen known as Daredevil. We know who you are, Mr. Murdock. We’ve always known.”

Stiffening, Matt clenched his teeth together. “If you’ve always known, why did you never do anything to help us?”

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Number One (Minghao)

Fluff for anon~ ♥ I’m honestly not sure what this is but I hope you like it ;u;

The first time you saw Xu Minghao, he was dancing. It was February, and you had gone to see a dance competition your friend was taking part in, and while cheering for your friend, the blond boy caught your attention with his smooth moves, complex dance and determined expressions.

He ended up coming first in the competition, while your friend came third, and you were one of the first ones to go see the top three after the announcement. While you were on your way to your friend, Minghao walked past you, and overwhelmed by the excitement of the event, you managed to somehow dig up enough courage to talk to him.

“Hey, Minghao, right? You were amazing up there,” you said, probably looking as happy and excited as you felt, and the boy rubbed his nose lightly while laughing. His laughter was practically music to your ears, and you found yourself smiling even more because of it.

“Thanks, I practiced for quite a while,” he admitted a bit shyly, far from the confident, almost cheeky boy you had seen on the stage. 

“Oh, I bet. Congratulations on first place!” From the corner of your eye, you could see your friend approaching you, so you smiled at Minghao. “But I need to go congratulate my friend. See you sometime, Minghao!”

“Sure,” he said, a bit confused, and watched you run off to your friend with open arms. When you both laughed together out of joy, he chuckled to himself. He was about to leave and find his own friends, but felt something bugging him, which was why he turned back around. “Wait! What’s your name?”

Still hugging your friend, you grinned at Minghao. “Y/N!”

“Y/N,” Minghao said to himself, as if to see how your name sounded on his tongue, and smiled brightly while raising a hand to a wave. “See you around, Y/N!”

Your cheeks were heated for more reasons than one, and your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling, but it didn’t matter to you.

The second time you saw Minghao was a few months after the dance competition, at another one of those. He was just as cool as he was then, with a new choreography that he performed flawlessly, and you were just as mesmerized as you were the first time.

That time, too, you saw him after he had, which was honestly rather unsurprising to you, won the first place again. He had dyed his hair brown, but he was just as cheerful yet on the shyer side when he was off stage. Upon seeing you, his expression brightened even more than it already had.

“Y/N, you’re here again,” he stated the obvious, and you shrugged as you walked up to him. It was amazing that he still remembered you, but for the sake of acting normal, you tried not to think about it.

“I was watching and cheering for my friend again, but she didn’t place in the top 3, so I kinda–”

“Ditched her and came to congratulate me instead?” Minghao snickered, fiddling with the small trophy he had gotten. You tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“Basically, yeah,” you admitted, and Minghao laughed some more, which also made you laugh. It might’ve been only two months between your previous meeting and that day, but to you it felt like he had grown a lot - and oddly enough, it felt like you had grown fond of him despite not knowing him.

You might have stalked his Instagram an almost unhealthy amount, but it wasn’t the point!

Minghao was quiet for a while, but when you were almost ready to excuse yourself because the situation felt a lot more awkward than you had imagined it, he spoke up.

“Would you like to give me your number or something? We could hang out sometime, and… yeah,” he said, his cheeks gaining a soft tint of pink to them. You were a bit startled, so you just blinked a couple of times before digging your phone from your pocket in such a rush that it made Minghao laugh heartily.

“A-and if you’d like to give me yours, too..!” you stammered a little and nearly dropped your phone when you gave it to the boy. He shook his head in amusement and patted your shoulder lightly, laughing while saying that you should calm down.

Minghao’s test text message to you was simple, yet it had your ears burning and your heart beating fast.

You’re cute when you get nervous :p

Ever since you got each other’s numbers, the two of you spent a considerable amount of time texting and speaking on the phone with each other, getting to know each other. You were giddy about the fact that he seemed just as interested in you as you were in him, and within only a week or two you had practically shared your life stories with each other, with the most personal bits cut out.

Then you started going out. At first it was just you and him simply going out with nothing more implicated: you’d go watch a funny movie, see a street dancer, go shopping and so on, and you quickly figured that you were never bored with him. He was funny and sweet, and those added to his warm hugs and smiles, you were feeling quite a few things towards him.

One evening in early summer, you were sitting on a bench in a park that was by a river, and the Sun was about to set. You were eating ice cream, both of you laughing when yours kept melting so that your fingers were covered in it.

“You’ll need some paper,” Minghao laughed and gave you some, which you thanked him for while giggling. He shook his head and watched you wipe your fingers before wrapping the paper around your ice cream cone. When you could still feel his gaze on you when you continued eating your ice cream, you turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. “Is there something on my face?”

“No, I was just wondering…” he started and scooted closer to you on the bench. You nodded slowly, hoping that it wasn’t showing just how excited yet nervous and even terrified you were about such a sentence starter. “…if you’d like to go out with me? You know, like… date me.”

Your ice cream fell to the ground with the shock brought by his words, but you didn’t care. For a while Minghao looked worried, but when you broke into a wide smile and nodded, his facial muscles relaxed, too. He covered your cleaner hand, which was on the bench between your legs, with his, and squeezed it lightly. 

“This isn’t too bad of a first date, then.”

On your first New Year’s together, you and Minghao were sitting by the window in his apartment, glasses of cheap champagne in your hands and candles giving you light in the otherwise rather dark night.

He looked at you softly, adoring every little detail of your face. Whenever you got excited about fireworks, he took in the way your eyes lighted up and how you rose in your seat, and smiled to himself.

Slowly, Minghao moved his gaze from you to the fireworks in the sky and took a sip from his champagne. 

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

It was precisely at that moment that the sky lit up with fireworks, and from your confusion you barely realized that Minghao had cupped your cheek and pressed his lips to yours gently. You replied to it with your eyes fluttering shut, and after a moment that was absolutely perfect, he pulled away slowly.

“Happy new year, Y/N,” he smiled widely and rubbed his nose into yours a little. You bit your lower lip lightly while smiling widely, too. Minghao could’ve sworn that your eyes sparkled when you looked into his and wished him a happy new year.

You sat in silence for a moment, you resting your head on Minghao’s shoulder and him holding you close to him with his head on top of yours, both of you looking out of the window.

“What you said earlier… Good luck, because I can be a handful,” you laughed with flushed cheeks, your heart beating fast inside of your chest. Minghao shrugged, a wide smile still present on his lips.

“Oh, I know, but honestly, I don’t really care. I’ve got two hands, you know,” he snickered and intertwined your fingers while slowly moving his gaze back to the sky to admire all the colors. You snorted at his words and shook your head as you cuddled better into him. “But don’t worry, that wasn’t a proposal. I just wanted to let you know that it’s highly likely that one day, there will be.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“That sounds like a good day,” you whispered, your eyes locked on him, looking about as serene yet determined as he did when you had first seen him at the dance competition and he had snatched himself the first prize. 

Only, now he had snatched your heart - not that that would’ve been a new thing.

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Cycles [Taehyung]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1587
Description: Werewolves are puppies and need to be taken care of. 

Author’s Note: Or that au where you help taehyung after every single change during the full moon and he loves you a lot for it

Taehyung sits with his hands jammed under his thighs, slouched forwards, breathing becoming more and more labored by the second. The road is rocky — a tiny little dirt path not really meant for vehicles — and the car moves bumpily, Taehyung tensing every time the car jumps.


You look over at Taehyung hesitantly, and only for a moment, before turning your attention back to the dimly lit path, your hands wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that your knuckles are beginning to turn white, and your palms are sweating. “We’re almost there, Tae, let me just —”

“I said stop,” Taehyung growls, his voice, normally deep, is even deeper, coming from the back of his throat in a guttural roar. His eyes flash that sharp yellow and your heart skips a beat as Taehyung glares at you. “Stop the car now and let me out.”

You brake immediately, and Taehyung shoves open the car door, leaping out of the car and landing on all fours before scrambling to his feet and heading for the woods in a slouching lope. You watch Taehyung for as long as you can before he disappears from your sight before you reach over to tug the door close.

You notice the leather where Taehyung had placed his hands is torn, and stuffing is coming up from the seats. The full moon hangs low in the sky, an overly-saturated orange color that, paired with the howls that come occasionally from the woods, makes the situation almost comical, unreal.

The night is cold, and you’ve already reluctantly turned the heating off after an hour, too afraid to use up the car’s battery. You tug your coat around yourself just a little tighter, and wrap your hands around the mug of coffee you’d poured yourself from the thermos.

Coffee was essential for these kind of nights. The nights where sleeping could mean that you would wake and Taehyung would be nowhere to be seen. As the thought hits you, you take another gulp of the coffee and squint hard past the dashboard of the car, scanning the woods.


Sighing you lean back, getting comfortable before your eyelids begin to droop and you catch yourself, and lean forwards. You open the windows just a little bit, and the cold air hits you immediately. You can feel the bite of the cold on your nose and cheeks, and grit your teeth to stop them from chattering incessantly.

You think you see something move and almost spill your coffee leaning forwards to get a better look, but it’s nothing. Or if it’s something, it’s not Taehyung. Your eyes are quick to pick up any movement, now. Of course, it’s easier, since you’ve had nearly a year to practice.

Eleven months meant eleven changes, and eleven times to plan and re-plan how you and Taehyung would go through with his change each time. It was hard to imagine that, just eleven months ago, Taehyung hadn’t had to be driven to the woods every month and go through the painful change he did. But just eleven months ago, Taehyung had been bitten. It was better than some teen drama, you supposed, because the wolf who’d bitten him had apologized both profusely and politely once he’d come to his senses, and had helped a great amount in preparing both you and Taehyung for the first moon.

Suddenly, you see a figure limp out of the woods and scramble back into a sitting position from your slouch. “Shit,” you curse under your breath, tossing the coffee left in your mug out the window before reaching behind you for the spare clothing you’d brought and clambering out of the car.

Taehyung’s naked and walking drunkenly, arms hanging limply, tiredly by his side. You hurry over towards him, passing him a fresh pair of boxers in lieu of a greeting, and holding him by the shoulder to steady him as he pulled them on. You pass him the sweatpants next, and then a sweater, before helping him walk back to the car.

Taehyung seems boneless as he tumbles back into the car seat, and you lean over him to fasten his seatbelt, placing a kiss on his muddy cheek as you draw back. He answers with a mumble, leaning into your touch before closing his eyes and sinking back into the seat. You muss his hair fondly, and check the usual places (stomach, thighs, ankles, chest) for any injuries, humming satisfactorily when you see he only has minor scratches, and a slightly deeper wound just above his ribs — nothing that can’t be patched up quickly.

The third month he’d changed, he’d somehow managed to break a rib and tear a hole on the left of his abdomen, and you’d had to treat him in a panicked stupor.

“Sorry,” Taehyung says just as you back the car up and make a turn to go back up the path. The sun’s just about to rise, and the woods are a fresh, dewy green.

You look over to him briefly, quizzically, and he smiles a tired version of his usual boxy grin. “For snapping at you in the car.”

You snort, reaching over the joystick to squeeze his hand. “Don’t be stupid, Tae. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I just didn’t want to…”

You look over at him and smile wanly. “Eat me?”

He smiles sheepishly back. “Something like that.”

“Don’t be sorry, I know what you meant.”

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” Taehyung offers.

“Yeah? My friend’s been telling me about this really cute dog cafe downtown!”

“Isn’t that the place you go with your dog?”

“Yes,” you giggle. “And I have the best dog in the world.” You reach over and poke at Taehyung’s cheek and pet his head.

Taehyung snorts despite the bad joke, and leans over, licking a stripe up from your neck to your jaw. You gasp, and scrub at the wet trail with a whine. You slap him on the thigh without taking your eyes off the road, and Taehyung laughs throatily.

“Bad dog!” you tease, and Taehyung barks a couple of times for good measure before leaning back in his seat with a tired sigh.

The journey back is short, even with the silence, and you’re back at the apartment in no time, helping Taehyung drag his feet up the stairs, and leading him to the shower.

“I’m going to boil some water, okay? Strip yourself and get in the shower.”

Taehyung looks up, lips twitching into a lopsided smirk, as if ready to make a some dirty joke, but he seems to find himself too tired to actually speak, and ends up just nodding instead.

By the time the kettle’s on and you’ve got a mug with a tea bag ready, the shower’s on, and the clothes Taehyung’d been wearing were strewn on the bathroom floor. The mirror’s beginning to steam up, but Taehyung’s just sitting in the bath, the shower head jetting water onto his drooped head.

“You’re muddy, Tae.”

He hums, and you sigh, kneeling beside the tub to reach for the shampoo. “Relax, then, okay?”

Taehyung nods and tilts his head back so you can lather him up, obediently turning his head this way and that, and lifting his arms to be washed. You can feel his muscles shifting under smooth skin every time you touch him, as if his body was answering to your hands, and you can’t help but lean forwards and place a kiss on his shoulder. Taehyung grins, and tilts his head back, bangs dripping water on the tiled floors, to kiss you again. You oblige, pressing your lips against his plush ones before pulling him out of the tub and wrapping him in a towel.

You always somewhat baby Taehyung after his full moon night, and you think it’s completely justifiable, considering the fact that he’d spent the entire night shifting into another creature and traipsing around the woods. His eyes are only just fading from the bright yellow back to their usual dark color, and you’re filled with that strange sort of relief you always feel when it happens.

“I’ve made tea,” you say as Taehyung dresses, stifling a yawn. “Or would you rather bed?”

“Bed,” Taehyung says, walking forwards to wrap his arms around your chest and tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder. “With you.”

You snort, but nod, and walk forwards. Taehyung refuses to let go, so you walk in tandem, and flop unceremoniously onto the bed when you reach it.

“I love you,” Taehyung murmurs as the both of you wriggle under the sheets, him shifting to mould his chest against your back. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Staying with me even though I’m this… thing.”

You reach for his hand and weave your fingers through his, humming contentedly. “I happen to find this thing quite attractive,” you say. “And I’ve also been in love with this thing for a long time before it became another thing; I’m not going to suddenly change my feelings because you’re part dog.”

“Wolf!” Taehyung corrects with a whine, and you snort.

“Yeah, a scary wolf.”

“I’m terrifying.”

“Absolutely so,” you agree, and Taehyung laughs, hot puffs of breath against the back of your shoulder.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Taehyung kisses the nape of your neck, and you sigh, moving backwards to settle into his clutch even more. “Goodnight,” he mutters, even though it’s technically morning.

You grin. “Good dog.”

Come Back Down Part 8

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Aunt Maggie, Mike

Summary: Jensen spends more time at the hospital with Y/N.

Warnings: Cussing, sexual tension, attempt at humor

Tagging some great people, thanks for the support and comments!: @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso

Sometime on Day four, Mike made an appearance and he wasn’t too happy. He caught up with me on one of my many trips to the coffee machine. It was truly awful coffee, but it filled the hole. The moment he’d walked through the front sliding doors and zeroed in on me I knew I was in trouble.

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anonymous asked:

what about vega and the rfa and/or minor trio's first christmas together?

✿ welcome to “vega despises Christmas” feat. the RFA. I’ll do the minor trio hopefully a little later today! (Vega tag here for those who don’t know them)


  • “I hate Christmas,” you grumble, stuffing your face underneath your pillow to blot out the noise of the Goddamn Carols your boyfriend is blasting through the apartment. Offended by the assertion, Yoosung headbutts you out of bed and drags you to the closet to get dressed, as he is going to Change Your Mind.
  • “It’s just a day used for mindless capitalist consumption! You’re feeding into the system, Yoosung!” You whine the entire way there, but Yoosung is not dissuaded. He is a man on a mission. A Christmas Mission.
  • “I’m an atheist!” he ignores as he pulls an ugly Christmas sweater over your head. Apparently, it’s one of your gifts from him, but he’s giving it to you a day early as he wants you to be appropriately dressed for your excursion.
    • “Fuck, I’m going to have to do this, aren’t I?” You stare down at your small Korean boyfriend, and he pats you on your cheek with a deceptively innocent smile.
    • “Yep!”
    • “You are just like your mother.”
  • Yoosung tells you that it’s not like Christmas is about God or Jesus or any of that other nonsense anyway, it’s about Santa and presents and fun catchy songs. Also, couples. Christmas is about couples. And this is his first time spending a Christmas with someone as a couple so you are going to like it, darn it.
  • Fine, fine. It’d make him happy, and besides, spending time with Yoosung could make even this shitty holiday good. He’s like purity and sugar in a handsome wrapper topped with incredibly shiny hair.
  • He drags you all around the city like some sort of manic Christmas fairy. You go see Christmas decorations. You go eat delicious street food. He takes you to a coupley romantic movie (which you make fun of the entire time) and you go take photos in this weird wax museum full of mannequins fashioned into various celebrities and - is that president Obama.
  • oh my god
  • for christmas, you go and see a wax sculpture of President Obama.
  • (you show Yoosung the proper grip for choking someone out using His Excellence President Obama as a dummy. you are forcibly escorted out of the museum.)
  • On your way home you swing by the grocery store and get a lot of booze. Like, a lot of booze. He’s been hauling you around the entire day, and you are going to drink.
  • Fine, says Yoosung, who probably needs a drink after you told a girl who decided to hit on him that all she’d get for Christmas is a prison shiv if she didn’t knock it off.
  • You get some fun holiday booze and you show him how to make all the fun holiday drinks you used to make the holidays go away before you met him. Yoosung thinks they’re delicious, and you get sloshed. 
  • Between loudly (and badly) singing along to Christmas carols on the radio, you call up every member of the RFA and serenade them.
    • “Meeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyy Christmas! From the -hic- happiesht couple around!”
    • Zen hangs up on you.
  • Christmas morning is… more like Christmas late afternoon because you are both really, really hung over. Five more minutes turns into another hour of hating life, but eventually Yoosung wriggles out of your death-cling and brings a pile of wrapped gifts for you.
  • this has never happened before, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
  • all of these prettily wrapped presents are yours.
  • You pick yourself up and get the gift you got for him out from underneath the loose floorboard by the bed (you really, really didn’t want him to find it, okay?) and you slowly open presents together.
  • You might start crying a little. nobody’s ever gotten you so many presents before.
  • You tell Yoosung you feel bad for only getting him one thing, and he drapes himself in your lap and tells you that you’re the best gift he ever could have gotten.
  • Fuck, you’re definitely crying now.


  • He wakes you up on Christmas morning like he is an overenthusiastic puppy or a Seven year old child. Even before you’ve fully come to, he’s dropping presents on you, telling you to open them, open them!
  • Blinking sleepily, you tear off the paper, finding mittens, gloves, a coat much, much nicer than your old one, and…
  • “Ice skates…?”
  • Zen beams, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I’m taking you ice skating!”
  • All you know about ice skating is that it’s the gayest sport imaginable, but Zen is extremely pumped about this and you’re way too sleepy to say no.
  • He drags you out to this skating rink full of couples, and proudly says to the man managing the kiosk, I’m paying for two, please!
  • He helps you get your ice skates on, even though you’re like dude, I can tie my own shoes. Apparently he wants to give you some cheesy lines about how he’s going to treat you like his Cinderella or… whatever before kissing the toe of your shoe.
  • ok dude
  • whatever you want.
  • (you won’t admit that you are blushing.)
  • So, you’re good at sports and most forms of athletic activity. Objectively, you kick major amounts of ass. But ice skating is something you just cannot wrap your head around.
  • You trip. You faceplant. You crash into the railing and you pinwheel your arms, trying to stay upright, and here is Zen, that asshole, looking like he is some fairy prince gliding across the ice.
  • Seriously, what fucking right does he have to look that pretty!! You hate it!!
  • He grabs your hands with that disgustingly charming smile of his, and starts pulling you along the ice as he teaches you how to move your feet. Relying on someone like this is awful, but it’s Zen, and he’s clearly pleased as punch so you just kinda…
  • Deal with it.
  • and blush. a lot. especially when you trip and he catches you, that wanker. he’s so happy about this!!
  • Afterwards he buys you hot cocoa with adorable peppermint marshmallows and pats you on the head. 
  • you’ve killed, like, well over a hundred people what the heck is happening.
  • It occurs to you as you’re walking home that you haven’t given him his present yet, so - under the evening Christmas lights - you pull out a small, wrapped box and offer it to him.
  • Zen is taken off guard, not having expected anything, and he unwraps it slowly, savoring the moment of receiving something from his datemate on Christmas.
  • he is baffled to receive a ring.
    • “Figured it was a bit too early to propose,” you say, pulling off your glove and revealing the silver band on your own finger. “But, uh. I thought you’d like a promise ring. To uh. So you know I’m…”
  • He shoves the ring on his finger and hugs you tightly.

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tbornottbthatisthequestion-deac  asked:

Would you write something with jealous!Ned? I love him so (I recently re-read "On the Strength of Promises and Hope" and jealous!Ned was one of my favorite parts.)

Okay, this is a slightly different take on jealous!Ned because it’s mostly jealousy over someone he can’t actually hit, LOL, and it’s kind of long (What a surprise! says no one) I hope you enjoy.

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A Stray’s New Home

Part 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 68, 9, 10, 11

Fandom: The Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Marichat, Adrinette

Words: 5,948

Summary: Adrien is kept from Marinette by a fashion show. He’s worried what kind of affect it will have on her thoughts and vows to go to her as soon as they land. While he is gone, trouble brews, and he isn’t there to help.

Notes: No excuses, I’ve been sleeping and trying to recover so this was pushed back. More will be coming I promise, I just may be taking longer with the chapters. Thank you to everyone that sent my prompt words to help with my creative process. And I warned you guys these chapters were going to be getting longer.

“Three days?!” Adrien nearly screamed as he stepped out of the limo.

When Nathalie had come to collect him that morning, waking him earlier than usual, he hadn’t given it a second thought. He’d gotten enough sleep to understand that he had to go to a photoshoot and had to leave early—it wasn’t that uncommon of a thing. When he’d found a suitcase already packed in the trunk for him as he’d thrown his bookbag down he’d wondered at luggage, but hadn’t found it odd enough to comment on.

Then they had passed the normal modeling studio and turned on the road for the airport. That’s when he’d become suspicious of this being more than a normal trip. Then Nathalie had told him the truth he had come to try and deny as they’d arrived at the airport.

“Why are we going to be gone for three days? Where are we going? What could possibly be that important?”

His mind was racing. How would he get all of his school work done when he got back? How would he get the school work in the first place? What was this about? Was his father coming? What about the funeral? It was tomorrow!

But his mind mainly went to Marinette. How was he supposed to talk to her? He needed to explain things and talk to her about what happened last night. He couldn’t even imagine what she’d think if he didn’t say a single word to her for three whole days.

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Integration, Relativity, and Kepler's Law

A/N: Drabble I couldn’t pass up on for imaginexhobbit’s “Imagine telling the Company about technology advancement and complex mathematics.” I went a little into science, too, but…I couldn’t help it. Sort of ThorinxOC if you want to look at it that way. And I didn’t name the character. Cause I suck at names.

Oh, and also on AO3.

    Despite it all, Middle Earth and the Journey undertaken by the Company of Thorin Oakenshield did not turn out to be everything which she had expected. As much as she had brushed it off before, her entire generation was so damned dependent on modern day commodities. What was the saying? You never know how much you loved something until you lost it? Something like that.

    "You alright, lass?“

    She looked up from where she lay against the trunk of a thick tree, stilling her fingers tapping against the hard cover of her textbook. "Yeah, I’m all good, Bofur, thanks. Just miss home a little.” She thought an extra second, only then realizing who she was speaking to. Honestly, she had nothing on the dwarves; they hadn’t seen their home for a far longer time than she, so there really wasn’t any right for her to even try to complain. “I mean, nothing like you guys, nowhere even close. Just, running water sounds nice right now.”

    The dwarf quirked his head a bit, his mustache swaying with the movement. “There’s a river right around here if you need it. I’d be happy to show you -”

    “Oh!” she laughed slightly at the dwarf’s confusion. Although, she had to admit, she’d taken a liking to Bofur; he was a nice enough character, and Tolkien didn’t do him near enough justice.” No, I don’t mean like that. I mean, back home, we’ve got pipes and stuff in our homes to bring water to us to bathe and everything like that. So much easier. And warmer too!” She leaned her head back, thinking of her suburban house and family, before turning to find the confusion on her companion’s face. “But you probably don’t want to hear about all that. Me and my pathetic little problems.”

    “No, nothing like that, lass!” Bofur broke out of his trance, crouching down next to her now. “Just puzzled, is all. Is your entire world like this?”

    “Well…” The smile spread across her face as she contemplated where to begin. “Basically, yes.”

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The Sad Post

This is the other half of the fundraising post. 

A week ago, we lost our parrot, Nonny. She was a year and a half old, small for her age, and the sweetest animal I have ever known. The bills to treat her were partially covered by my vet-bill savings, but the cost of the necropsy has pushed this over a thousand dollars and climbing. This fundraiser is to help mitigate some of the costs, and to hopefully raise enough to have her cremated and returned to us. I guess I’ll write some stuff about her so you know what kind of a pet she was and why I want her back.

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Breathe Me In Part IV

A Series Following the Early Tayvin Relationship

Part I Part II Part III

Thank you all for waiting so patiently for me to update. It was a crazy couple of weeks but I’m really pleased with how this chapter turned out. I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Silence permeated the small jet as Adam leaned his head back against the seat. He was alone at 40,000 feet, nothing but the distant roar of the engines to interrupt his fractured thoughts. He was on his way to Nashville from Las Vegas unexpectedly. He had called in the jet only a few hours before, a convenient luxury of his success. He ran a hand through his mussed hair, trying to rationalize this unscheduled trip. He had to see her. It had been more than a week since their last outing in Nashville and every moment away from her had been akin to slowly drowning in an icy river. He couldn’t breathe when she wasn’t near, couldn’t move, couldn’t feel. They had been in constant contact from the moment he touched down in LA, but as any long distance couple will tell you, it’s not the same. This was an extreme hardship as they were still in the beginning stages of their relationship, not yet entirely comfortable with each other. 

He clicked the power button on his phone in order to see her smiling image appear on his screen. The picture was from their last date, a candid moment in the rain. He couldn’t count the number of times he had caught himself staring at his phone, memorizing every detail of the picture. He had gradually told the people closest to him that he was in a new relationship, some knew with whom, others didn’t. His management hadn’t been thrilled, another high profile relationship to potentially clean up, but for the most part all the reactions were positive. Ellie had nearly collapsed when he mentioned he was seeing Taylor, spending the next hour talking his ear off about how he better take good care of her. Still, very few people knew that he was flying to see her, they weren’t scheduled to meet until next week. 

He knew it was rash, flying in unannounced, but he had been so restless it seemed like the only possible course of action. So he had canceled his plans, called his jet, and now here he was, in the sky an hour outside of the city. He wanted to surprise her, which was a risky venture. He knew she was still in Nashville but he had no idea if she was even going to be home when he arrived. No amount of logic or reason could be applied to his mindset, however, as the only element that mattered was that he would be able to see her, even if only for a short while. 

His world without her had been entirely monochromatic; the absence of her voice and her smile syphoned the color from his worldview. He could acknowledge the unhealthiness of forming such a strong attachment so quickly, but there had been no other option. He had plummeted from a position of stable and constant realism to the blissful depths of intense passion and longing. He couldn’t have stopped himself even had he wanted to. And there was no climbing out from the depths of infatuation he had delved into. 

His phone buzzed with another work related email. Between his commitments in Las Vegas, his production company, and trying to develop his own music, Adam couldn’t afford to be away. When he was with her it was so easy to pretend that nothing else mattered, that nothing could be more important than spending time with each other. As much as he wanted that to be true he knew they both had careers they worked too hard for to throw away. 

He would never ask her to change her lifestyle for him, though he could tell she worried about how he would fit into her insane version of reality. Her drive and commitment to her music made her all the more attractive to him, but lonely days afforded him too much time to think. Too much time to contemplate what such a public relationship would mean. Up to this point he had been the one comforting her, and while his sentiments were unchanged as to how far he was willing to go to be with her, she was not the only one who had been burned by the rampant Hollywood rumor machine. Every frantic phone call or email from LA reminded him of why he had sworn to never date a celebrity again. 

It had been so easy to fall for her, it was a wonder every man she met didn’t slip into immediate fixation. The way she looked at him like she was really listening, like she cared about every comment that passed through his lips. The way she laughed, with her whole body shaking and tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. The way she looked so beautiful he swore she eclipsed the brightest supernova. Even his reservations about dating a fellow celebrity had been unable to hasten his rapid descent. 

He harbored no doubts, this indescribable woman was part of his world now. That didn’t stop him from feeling the oppressive grip of anxiety. That’s the thing about having someone enter your life and change it so suddenly, it’s terrifying they might exit just as quickly. He abhorred the weakness in his soul that allowed such gloomy thoughts to cloud his vision when she wasn’t around. She was the one able to bring clarity and peace to him, he knew only her presence would sooth his errant thoughts. So really, his unexpected journey was in some ways rational, as she was the only balm to the burn inflicted by their separation. He closed his eyes, hoping to loose himself in the memories of their last meeting until the plane touched down. 

The jolt of landing pulled Adam from his rest, eyes bright at the thought of his imminent reunion with Taylor. He tried to brush down his hair and make himself look like he hadn’t just spent three hours on a plane, but there wasn’t much to be done. He was never overly concerned about his appearance, but he hoped she wouldn’t mind that he still carried the distinctive odor of air travel with him when he arrived. 

The journey from the airport to her building passed in a blur. Adam ran on autopilot as he met the arranged car and drove slightly over the speed limit until he reached her familiar street. A quick nod to her doorman and several flights of stairs and he was once again standing outside her door. There was no hesitance in his actions, he knocked on the only remaining barrier between them. 

Several heartbeats latter and the door was pulled open. His vision honed in on her figure, his mind slowing down for the first time in days. He gazed over her familiar form as her eyes widened in shock. Before she had a chance to say anything he gathered her in his arms, pulling her into a frantic embrace. They locked into place, pieces of the same puzzle. Their lips met as he held her close, finally relaxed now that she was in his arms again. They drew apart, both a little out of breath and still standing on the doorstep. He reached a hand to cup her cheek, content to feel the warmth radiating from her skin into his palm. He couldn’t take his eyes from her, she was enchanting. 

“Adam, what are you doing here?” Her voice was slightly breathless, he savored every note. 

“I’m sorry, I know I should have called first, but I had to see you.” He closed his eyes briefly, knowing she probably had commitments that couldn’t be broken. He wished he could spend every moment with her, but even this short interaction made the trip worthwhile to him. 

“No, I’m glad you’re here. This past week has been…”

“Terrible” He supplied. “I couldn’t go another day without seeing you. What have you done to me, Swift?” He saw her smile as she pulled him into her apartment, his heart accelerating at the idea that she wasn’t sending him away. 

“I don’t know, but whatever it is you’ve done the same to me.” Their lips met again as they sank onto a couch close to the entryway, arms and legs intertwining as they reinvigorated the roaring flame present between them. After several blissful minutes spent reacquainting themselves, Adam rallied enough sense to momentarily break away. 

“Do you have plans tonight?” She laughed a bit, resting her forehead against his own. 

“It’s a little late to be asking that, don’t you think?” He leaned in for a playful peck, his hand threading through her hair. 

“Maybe, but I thought I’d ask anyways.”

“Well, you’re in luck. I was planning on spending the evening in.”

He smiled, it seemed as if the universe had decided to favor him tonight. He wondered what he had done to deserve it. They sat for a while; conversation flowing as they caught up about the events of each other’s lives. It had only been a week but he wanted to hear every detail he had missed. Olivia and Meredith soon joined them, one curling up at their feet and the other resting near Adam’s shoulder. 

“They missed you, you know.” She teased as he stroked Olivia’s back. 

“Oh really?” She made a soft sound of consent, her head tucked into his shoulder. 

“Although, not as much as I did.” He noticed the faint rose tinge to her cheek as she whispered her last comment. He brought a hand down to her cheek, stroking the silky skin. 

“I missed you too. More than you could imagine.” A sigh passed through her lips as he twisted a strand of her hair around his fingers. 

“This is already more difficult than I thought it would be.” His hands stilled, formulating a response as she looked somberly up at him. 

“All the pain was worth it, now that I’m here with you.”

“You always, know just the right thing to say, don’t you?” His only reply was to kiss her softly, heart aglow with heated feelings for the woman resting in his arms. He heard a soft rumble as her hand shot to her stomach, a flush rising to her cheeks. 

“You want to get something to eat?” He asked, smiling at her slight embarrassment. 

“Yeah, but I have nothing here. I was planning on going to the grocery later.”

“We can go now, I don’t mind. Plus you’ve been bragging about your cooking skills and I want to see if you’re as good as you say you are.” She was out of his arms in an instant, a cheery smile on her lips. 

“Is that a challenge? Because you are so on!” He stayed on the couch, watching her scamper around, collecting shoes and a bag in preparation for their outing. Gradually, he pulled himself up, hoping he didn’t appear too disheveled. As he neared the front door, he heard her tinkling laugh from behind him. 

“What?” He questioned as he turned to face her, her gaze piercing into him. 

“Are you aware that our outfits match perfectly?” He glanced down, looking at his simple t-shirt and black pants. He looked back at her and saw that she was indeed wearing a shirt of a strikingly similar hue and a black skirt. He had been so distracted by her presence he hadn’t noticed. 

“I like it. Now lets go before your stomach starts making more whale calls.” He teased as he opened the door. Once in the car she guided him to a nearby Whole Foods, their hands intertwined the entire ride over. As they browsed through the store they discussed their mutual love for the health chain. They traversed the aisles, his arm around her waist as she got distracted every couple of minutes by a new or strange item she spotted. It felt inherently right, as if they would have many more normal outings like this in the future. He remained aware of their surroundings, though, knowing that they were in a very public place with no security. Everything went smoothly and soon enough they were heading to the parking deck, ingredients for a simple pasta in hand. 

As they exited Adam noticed a teenage girl hovering just outside of their sphere. He had seen her inside, ducking around corners of aisles they passed. She seemed to have built up enough courage to approach them. Adam discreetly nudged Taylor, drawing her attention to the incoming fan. 

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but I’m a huge fan. Would you mind if I got a really quick autograph.”

“No, not at all. What’s your name?” Adam observed Taylor as she interacted with her admirer. She was so engaged, it was no wonder her fans adored her so much. As Taylor took a picture with the girl Adam spotted another person with a camera pointed in their direction. He suppressed a sigh. He knew it had been bound to happen eventually, it seemed as if their secret would soon be out. 

The drive back to Taylor’s apartment was quiet, Adam wondering if Taylor knew what their public outing meant for their relationship. They had yet to discuss their future as a couple in the public eye, she seemed particularly nervous about the subject. He let his thumb smooth over the back of her palm, trying to convey comfort and reassurance. 

Once back in the twilit serenity of her apartment they started on dinner. She took over the pasta while he prepared the vegetables. He tried to focus on his chopping and slicing, but the sight of her leaning over the stove and grabbing ingredients from all over the kitchen drew his attention. It was a new experience to see her so in her element, in her own home. 

“You better start chopping faster, I need those veggies soon!” She called out to him as she started the sauce for the pasta in a simmering pan. 

“Yes m’am.” He teased as he finished up the squash and the zucchini. He brought the cutting board to the counter she was working on and leaned in to hug her from behind, placing a kiss on her cheek. He felt her lean back into him, dinner momentarily forgotten. 

“Thank you for flying out here. I really missed you.” He rested his head on her shoulder as she returned to stirring. 

“Anytime,” They disentangled as they returned to cooking, banter flowing easily between them as the meal came together. Soon they were sitting at her kitchen table, fresh past on their plates and a glass of wine in her hand. The first few minutes were spent in simple conversation over the shared meal, but Adam had something more serious on his mind. They needed to have a discussion about what the next couple of weeks would bring, no matter how much he wanted to ignore the rest of the world and pretend it didn’t matter. 

“You know, the press is probably going to get ahold of pictures of us from today.” He looked her straight in the eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. She laid her fork down and met his gaze, her eyes troubled. 

“I know.” 

“You’re a woman of few words tonight, Ms. Swift.”

“I, I’m sorry. This is just a hard subject for me to talk about. Can we wait and discuss it another time? I’ll have Tree give you the full this-is-what-it-means-to-date-Taylor-Swift spiel. She’s much better at it than I am.”

Adam tried to hold his frustration back, but she was making it difficult. He didn’t want to talk to her publicist, he wanted to talk to her. He could feel her agitation but they were adults and this was a conversation that needed to be had. 

“Taylor, I’m not going to talk to your publicist about our relationship. This is between you and me. So let’s talk. What is it that you’re so afraid of? Is it that I’l leave or that I’ll let the media scare me off? Because we’ve had this conversation before and I’ve told you I’m not that easily swayed.”

“You say that now, and I know you think it’s true, but you can’t understand what it’s going to be like. I don’t want you to leave, of course not, but we have to be realistic about the future.”

“Well then, let’s be realistic. The media will print stories about us, we’ll ignore them, and everything will be fine. There, we’re done.”

“You’re being ridiculous and you know it. That’s not what’s going to happen. We’ll be happy for a while but eventually the pressure will get to you. And how do you think we’re going to deal with the fact that I’m going on tour? We could barely go a week without losing our minds!” 

“I have a jet and so do you, we can see each other however often we want. And how many times do I have to tell you that what other people say about us doesn’t matter?”

“God, you still don’t understand. I am one of the most famous people in the world, it won’t just be a few tabloid stories. Every time we go out it will be a national headline. And if we don’t see each other for a while or you’re spotted with another girl just wait, then it’ll be breakup and cheating rumors. A relationship can’t survive under those conditions.” He stood, too agitated to remain seated and she mirrored him. He was unbelievably frustrated, but also glad that she was giving him straight answers. He was hearing what she really thought about the possibility of a future together. He knew it was risky but he needed to push a little further, to get to the root of the problem. He tried to keep his tone even but some agitation slipped through, his emotions ran too high when she was involved. 

“If you believe that then what are we doing here? If you truly believe that then why go out with me at all?”

“Maybe I should’t have!” Her words brought him crashing down to earth, he realized he had pushed her a step too far. His mind went blank at the thought that she could really give up on them so easily.

“God, Tay, please don’t say that. I’m sorry. I know you’re upset but at least we’re talking about it. I can’t not be with you, it’s not an option. We need to work this out, together.”

“I, I don’t know how to make a relationship work with my life. I’ve ben on dates but nothing has lasted.” Her words came out so softly he almost didn’t catch them, all anger and passion gone from her tone. He saw the way she drew into herself, almost creating a wall between her body and the outside world. It tore at his heart to think failed relationships and public scrutiny had so hurt this young, bright, beautiful girl. He pulled her into his arms, her body shaking softly from unshed tears. He hated that he was making her feel this way, but it seemed as if she was finally being honest, with herself and with him. 

“It’s ok, we will figure this out, and I won’t leave you. Let’s just take things one-step at a time. I’ve only known you for a short while, Taylor Alison Swift, but I care about you. Probably more than I should. So I will do whatever is in my power to make you happy” She finally drew back and met his eyes, a soft smile at her lips. 

“You are such a romantic, Adam I-don’t-know-your-middle-name Wiles. But thank you. I promise to do the same. And I promise, to the best of my ability, not to run scared. Because I care about you too and I don’t regret starting a relationship with you.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, not able to contain himself. 

“It’s Richard.” He smiled as they sat back down together. Everything wasn’t perfect, but he felt better. It seemed like the start of a real relationship, not just a couple of dates or a fling. He knew honesty was critical to any lasting relationship, and tonight it felt like they had found the courage to be completely honest with one another. Contrary to popular belief, couples that last aren’t couples that never fight, they’re couples that know how to disagree and how to argue and how to apologize. He felt that with Taylor. He knew they would never agree on everything, but after tonight he also knew that they could reconcile. 

The rest of dinner was subdued, each just enjoying the comforting presence of the other. After the kitchen and the dishes were clean Taylor suggested a movie and Adam happily acquiesced. He browsed through a cabinet that held her extensive collection, chuckling occasionally at her eclectic tastes. 

“Why do you have three copies of Love Actually?”

“Because it is the greatest movie ever and I had to get the new editions that came out. Plus if I ever loose one, I need backup.”

“I’ve never seen it, isn’t it a Christmas movie?” He heard a gasp from behind him and turned. She was staring at him, openmouthed. 

“You haven’t seen Love Actually? We have to watch it . You don’t have a choice. It is one of my all time favorite movies. How have you never seen Love Actually?” She rushed around, clearly flabbergasted by his ignorance in regards to her favorite film. 

They settled on the couch in front of the TV, reclining in the familiar position of her back resting against his front. Their long limbs tangled as they relaxed back into the cushions, the movie titles starting to roll. 

Taylor was enraptured by the stories of romance flickering across the screen, but Adam was paying little attention to the movie. Instead he watcher her, her emotions and feelings playing out across her beautiful features. He was content, although the movie was a little cheesy for his tastes. 

By the end of the movie he could feel Taylor dozing against his chest. She tranquilly glanced up at him. 

“Do you have to leave?” Her voice was adorably sleepy. 

“I should probably try and find a hotel, I hadn’t planned this far ahead.”

“No, stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” And with that she laid her head back against his chest and curled herself into a more comfortable position, clearly content to sleep on the couch. Adam stared lovingly down at the woman resting beside him and closed his eyes, the soothing sound of her breathing lulling him into slumber. 

Adam awoke in the misty light of pre-dawn. His limbs were stiff and his neck ached, Taylor lay sprawled in his arms. Her hair was tangled, her makeup smeared, and she was snoring ever so delicately. He had never seen a sight so beautiful 

Procrastination in 10 Ways [pt. 3]: Last Farewell

Part << Prologue // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // Epilogue >>

Summary: Leaving him was something you should’ve but didn’t do. Loving you with all his heart was something he should’ve but didn’t do. When two procrastinators such as you guys meet and fall in love, you should’ve known the end was coming. And when the end did arrive, you should’ve known that it wasn’t really the final conclusion.

Characters: Park Jimin x Reader (you)

Genre: angst, possibly fluff later on idk hmu

A/N: hmm i’m actually pretty happy with how this turned out. enjoy~ feedback appreciated.

Originally posted by sonyeondan

As much as you hated to admit it, after your encounter, Park Jimin was on your mind more and more frequently.

What made it worse was that you would always connect him with the little, insignificant things. Like you would be making breakfast, and you would remember how Jimin always hated it when you accidentally burned his toast, or didn’t cut off the crust every time. When you were doing the laundry, scenes of the two of you trying to figure out how to use the new washing machine that you guys had just purchased would unexpectedly flash across your mind, startling you.

But you were glad that you at least had Yoongi to coerce you out of the unwanted memories, as he would always be there when you snapped out of your illusions. When Jimin’s face appeared smiling in your dreams, the moment you open your eyes it would disappear and melt into Yoongi’s face instead, peacefully asleep besides you.

You were becoming scared. You were afraid of memories, of second chances. Yet the thing that terrified you the most was the fact that every time Yoongi snapped you back to reality, a sliver of you would want to linger around in the realm of dreams with Jimin.

Maybe that was why you agreed to come to dinner with him.

“Let me make it up to you.” Jimin had promised.

“Make what up to me?”

“Everything. The things I did at the bar, troubling you to take me back to my place, and…” he trailed off, eyes lowering to avoid your gaze. The words remained unspoken, but it was crystal clear what he had meant. He wanted to apologize, to make up, for the past. For your pasts.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” You said carefully, although inside you were already wavering to his request.

“Please, (Y/N).”

You knew it was it was a horrible decision. No, that was an understatement. You were aware that you were filled to the rim with horrible decisions. It was already a bad idea to acknowledge his presence when you happened to run into each other in the supermarket, the most mundane, standard place out them all, and it was even worse to make conversation with him. So when you opened your mouth to reply, you had intended to turn him down. But to your own dismay, the word tumbled out without your permission. “Okay…”

When he smiled at your response, you felt yourself become lighter, as if you had lifted a lead weight of your body. You were always fascinated by fireworks, by the mechanics of how something so solid in one moment can burst into a disarray of colors and figures in the next. That was exactly how you had felt; as if your heart exploded into a million streaks of stardust coated lights. You were scared of that feeling. Those weren’t emotions a married woman was eligible for.

Yoongi was working overtime tonight, and he had notified you earlier. Your heartbeat staggered in your chest as you looped a silver necklace around your neck, the chains pooling a little in the hollow of your collarbones. The woman staring back at you from the mirror was adorned in a classy red dress, and her wedding ring refracted the lights into a thousand miniature rainbows.

The doorbell reverberated off the walls of the small house you and Yoongi shared, and you jogged towards the entrance. The bell rang once more as you leaned your back against the wood, hand placed above your heart to feel it pulsating through your palms. Taking a deep breath, your face morphed into a smile and you swung the door open on its hinges.

And Park Jimin robbed your breath away.

The usual mop of messy brown hair was brushed away from his forehead, healthy and shiny with mousse. His shoulders were broad and held proudly below his clean shaven jaw. The smile that stretched brilliantly across his delicate features disintegrated your insides to ooze, but you managed to pull yourself together just enough to flash him a timid smile.


“Hey,” he reached for the leather purse strapped on your shoulder, carrying it for you. “you looked beautiful.”

“Thanks.” you averted your gaze from his eyes, trying to mask the pink flush crawling up the apples of your cheeks.

Trailing behind Jimin’s wide strides to his reflective vehicle, the car door opened swiftly and he motioned an arm towards the passenger seat, “Please.”

“Thanks.” you said again, mind frustratingly blank. It seemed as if you had sold out the rest of your vocabulary.

The car ride there was surprising easy, as there were no awkward silences as you had supposed. Small talk was scattered throughout the time you spent with Jimin in the small box that was his car. He asked about your new job, your life, and although the question was burning within him, he restrained himself from asking about your husband.

The moment you stepped out of the car, a sleek white restaurant welcomed you with open mahogany doors. You blindly followed behind Jimin, unsure of how to react to the amount of effort and, inevitably, money he must’ve sacrificed to make this comfortable for you. Something inside you fluttered, and you had to muster all your energy not to let it display too clearly on your face.

“What would you like?” the waitress inquired, her clipboard propped on her hips and pen behind her ears.

Jimin responded with a string of names, some of which you couldn’t even make out to be English. As the waitress casted her gaze your way, you simply mumbled, “I’ll have salad.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see the outer corner of his lips rise, causing starlight to twinkle in his eyes. You suppressed an urge to stare.

The rest of the night was like a old film tape, the clips blurry and unclear, but the initial rush of viewing the story returned. During the year that you had parted with Park Jimin, you had forgotten how much the two of you shared in common. His humor that was capable of propelling peals of laughter from the back of your throat grabbed hold of you once again, and more than once you discovered tears collecting within the corners of your eyes from his lame jokes. You forgot how he always liked to dissect his food into a cluster of smaller piece, then fit those into his mouth one by one. And you forgot that those little, nearly unnoticeable habits and fetishes were what attracted you to him when you first laid eyes on him.

Even though you would never admit it, you wanted to stay like this for as long as you were allowed, surrounded by candlelight and with your ex-husband. Everything about this was wrong, it was wrong of Jimin to not be able to quell the desire to invite you to dinner, and it was wrong of you to have agreed the moment you learned that Yoongi was not coming home until probably the next morning. It was wrong of you to enjoy the time you were spending with him so thoroughly, and it was wrong of you to want to linger around his presence. It was all wrong, but you wouldn’t care if you went to hell for this because it just felt so natural, so…right. You had to remind yourself several times that he was your ex-husband, and of your conflicts you guys created, but those things that had grappled at you for the past year suddenly didn’t seem significant anymore.

But despite how much you wished it was, time was never on your side. The minute hand sped around the circumference of the minimal wall clock of the restaurant, and way too soon you were heading back the way you came. The car ride back was merely a continuation for your affinity towards Jimin. Casual, yet unceasing conversation carried you all the way to your front steps.

“Thank you.” you said as you gathered your possessions to leave, never feeling so sincere towards him than you had now.

“No problem.”

You hooked your finger around the door handle, but a strong, uncertain grip held you back. Turning around to glance at the hand that had made its way to your forearm, you shot a questioning look at Jimin, and his hold on you loosened, his fingers curling back from your skin.

“I just wanted…wanted to make sure one more time. Do I, do we, really not have a chance anymore?”

You let the shock depict clearly on your face, your lips hanging agape, struggling to search for words. Not knowing how to respond, how to comprehend the hurricane of emotions whirring within your chest, you did the only logical thing at the time.

“Why would you ask that?” you lashed out, sinking back into the upholstery of the passenger again and slamming the car door shut to give Jimin a hurt, but furious, expression. “You know just as well as I do that neither of us are in the appropriate position to even think about that! Do I have to remind you again that I am married?”

Jimin’s orbs involuntarily swept over your left hand, and the streetlights casted a blinding glare off the transparent gem on your ring finger. “I just-”

“Park Jimin, you always do this! You assume that you can simply do anything at anytime to your heart’s content. Well, you know what? Unfortunately, that’s not how the world works, that’s not how I work. You can’t just leave me hanging for an entire year, expecting me to wait for you, and then catapult yourself into my life again upon will!”

He now seemed to be mesmerized by his fingers, interlacing them with each other then pulling them apart, completely engrossed. The car soaked up the nervous energy in the atmosphere, and he took a deep inhale before revealing the secret he had buried deep in his heart all night.

“I just wanted to make sure. Just one last time.”

You continued to glare at the youthful sheen of his right cheek. But he didn’t seem to acknowledge that, and persisted.

“I’m sorry about asking you out to dinner, I know that wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve already done so many shitty things in the past, what’s one more? But this the last one, I promise.”

He swallowed laboriously, and the tears he had restrained in the frames of his eyes threatened to overflow. “We should stop. No, we need to stop, I need to stop. We’ve only reunited twice after our divorce, but that’s already twice too many. I know I said that tonight was for me to make everything up to you, but the truth is, I’m here to say goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” Your heart sank a little deeper into your stomach.

“This is the last time I’m going to interrupt your life. It’s not fair to either of us for this to continue, nor it is fair for your,” he cleared his throat slightly, “husband.”

You remained silent for a good two minutes, feeling your throat close up, your dress suddenly compressing against your chest, making it difficult to breathe. The walls of your very deliberately constructed and fortified world came clattering down as the two of you immersed in stillness.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, anywhere, I don’t know. The point is, you don’t have to worry about seeing me anymore.”

“Oh. Okay, I guess.”

Jimin rubbed his palms tiredly against his face. “I’m sorry, I wished that you would remember me as someone worth while. I didn’t intend to end this night on a sour note, especially because it was going so well.”

“It’s okay…”

“Well, have a good life then, I guess. Stay happy, healthy. It’s been amazing knowing you, (Y/N).”

“You too.”

You knew, somewhere in the back of your mind where rigid logic prevailed, that he was doing the right thing. This was not a healthy relationship, if a relationship at all. You just happened to collide into each other’s lives, stumble around a little, mess with your brains a bit, but both of you were aware, perhaps from the very beginning, that you had to split paths again sooner or later.

And it was that stubborn, merciless fact that allowed your legs to propel your body out of this car wordlessly, and stagger through your front door. You never glanced back, never saw the lingering, agonizing gazes Jimin casted onto your silhouette, never allowed him to witness your eyes grow glassy, the colorless, transparent tears sliding quickly down your cheeks.

Jimin made sure you enter your house safely, the house you shared with Yoongi, and drove away.

Once inside, you discarded the constraining dress on the pale carpet of the floors, and slipped into bed. Fatigue grasped at your consciousness, pulling you over the edge much slower than you would’ve liked.

Yoongi returned home at around 3:00 in the morning, and by then the wet, salty stain on your pillow had dried beside your cheek, and you had cried yourself into a light, troubled sleep.

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Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Okay, look, so this is really kind of bad because it was TWO YEARS AGO, and also I was still really rusty, but here it is, The Scene from the beginning of the Flommy Babymaking AU, the scene of what what I wrote that isn’t complete garbage. Read with caution. Understand I am probably going to rewrite this all completely.

Obligatory tagging of sarcasticfina padawanparent rosietwiggs

Tommy was pulling open the back door to Verdant, where he’d been enthusiastically burying himself in work for the last couple of weeks, when the sound of tires on the parking lot blacktop, wet and gritty from the early morning’s rain, and a slamming car door made him turn his head.

Felicity, emerging from a faded yellow taxi, spotted him, waved, and called, “Hold the door!” before hitching her bag higher on her shoulder and turning to pay the driver of her cab.

Tommy obligingly waited, propping the door open with his shoulder as she scurried across the lot towards him. Her flats scuffed across the ground, panda-patterned and hardly ideal for the day’s gloomy weather. The flats, he’d seen before, but less usual was her skinny jeans, floral button-up tanktop, and light jacket ensemble.

As she approached, he smirked and raised his eyebrows. “Casual Friday, Felicity? Could’ve sworn today was Wednesday.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, then smiled cheekily back as she darted past him into the club. “Cute, Merlyn, very cute.”

He followed after her, the door clanging shut behind them. “I know, I can’t seem to help it. But you’ve got to admit, it’s a rare, blue moon type of event to see you so dressed down.”

She frowned grumpily at him over her shoulder. “I do wear jeans sometimes, you know. Like when QC security decides to send us all home, again, because of threats on the building that apparently nothing less than a SWAT team can clear, again.” She sighed, stopping for a second to let him draw even with her next to the bar. “Honestly, if this keeps up, I don’t think the company’s going to be able to afford to keep sending us home for the entire day with pay. I’m not exactly broke, but I don’t particularly look forward to getting furloughed, either.”

“And so you decided to spend your unexpected day off here?” Tommy shook his head, biting back a fond smile. “That would make perfect sense if you were dressed to actually have fun and, I don’t know, the club was open, but no, you of course come to a nightclub so you can hide out for hours in the basement.”

She shrugged a little self-consciously, tucking a stray curl from her ponytail behind her ear. “Well, I know it may not seem like an ex-playboy’s idea of a good time, but there’s plenty of work to do and it beats sitting around at home…”

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