Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet) Word Count: 5,930 Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!
Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.
The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.
Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.
Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.
The vast plane between Frontinus Street, and the slopes of the mountains to the east, was transformed in the course of the 2nd century CE, into a large square, which has been identified as the commercial Agora of Hierapolis. The Agora is about 170m wide and 280m long, and is surrounded on the northern, western and southern sides by marble porticos (stoai) with an Ionic façade and an internal row of Corinthian columns. On the eastern side you find instead the monumental stoa-basilica, built on a marble staircase 4m high. This monument dominated the square. The stoa-basilica had a façade with two superimposed orders and a portico with squared-sectioned pillars upon which leaned, superiorly grooved half-columns with ionic capitals and bases. The capitals had bearded masks carved on the lateral faces. The upper floor had a row of half-columned pillars made of reddish crushed stone with Corinthian capitals in white marble. The entrance to the stoa-basilica is a propylon, which had an arched entrance flanked by two features that projected over the staircase. The arches are supported by sphinxes on capitals, which themselves take the form of bulls attacked by lions.
Wampus: having a crush, skinned elbows and knees, licking your lips, sore muscles, thunder, chunky jewelry, bold lipstick, the sharpening of kitchen knives, paper cuts, staring someone down, the taste of juice as you bite into a fruit, collarbones, neon signs, carbonated drinks, the click of your fingernails against a hard surface, sweat trickling down your spine, biting the inside of your cheek, hail storms, tattoos, listening to your favorite song, pasta sauce, cicadas, cracking your knuckles, spilling your drink, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and the drop in your stomach as you go down a hill.
Thunderbird: seeing your reflection in metal, the snow on top of mountains, feeling breathless, backpacks, trying a new recipe, melted ice cream cones, old bridges, passports, flea markets, tapestries, dart boards, the cold sensation of an ice cube on your tongue, road signs, goosebumps, lightning, the sting of salt water in your eyes, speaking a new language, denim jackets, heterochromia, city graffiti, french kissing, seeing your breath as the air gets colder, drive-in movie theaters, push pins, walking along the pier, sand between your toes, driving with all the windows down, maps, and messy buns.
Horned Serpent: old libraries, scented candles, winding staircases, marble statues, quiet forests, long eyelashes, dusty shelves, forgotten love notes, bell towers, opera houses, velvet between your fingers, condensation on the side of your glass, Polaroid pictures, obscure coffee shops, icicles, the moon, an owl hooting at night, bags under your eyes, post-it notes, old journals, browsing through a bookstore or record shop, clean sheets, long showers, pressing flowers between book pages, to-do lists, heavy sighs, combing wet hair, the feeling that someone is watching you, looking at the stars, plucking a guitar string, symphonies, skimming water with your fingers, and the ribbons of steam off a hot drink.
Pukwudgie: band-aids, holding hands, hair tickling your skin, fairy lights, willow trees, flower crowns, old pictures with creases at the edges, trying not to smile but failing, the softness of grass after it rains, cottages covered in ivy, coming home after a long day, the smell baked goods in the oven, doing anything for a loved one, bath bombs, rose petals, perfect eyebrows, record players, big windows, potted plants, cool glass beneath your palms, furry blankets, humming, stroking a pet, wishing on eyelashes, opening curtains, the first snow of the winter, silky ribbons, gardens, and laying next to a loved one.
Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!!
Word count: 1,291
Setting: Golden Age
A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!
Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.
An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding.
But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.
You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.
“Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…”
The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”
You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat.
“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to.
You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”
He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you.
“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you.
“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly.
The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant.
Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.
You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more.
You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever.
“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown, “Uh-”
“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”
It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you.
You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.
Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?”
You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”
You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets.
You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore.
“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.
Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away.
Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger.
As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.
It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake.
It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.
You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.
“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed.
“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.”
You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now.
“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.”
Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly.
“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress.
For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist.
You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.
You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone.
You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm.
“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.”
You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here.
Warnings: Use of (Y/L/N), which stands for “Your Last Name”. Also, this is based around the summer of year 3 - year 4 :)
time he saw her, he thought she was ugly. Annoying. An abomination to the
Slytherin house. But then, as she kept crossing his path on a daily basis, he
began to feel attracted to her and her mean spirit towards the Granger girl.
Despite her pug-like appearance, Draco Malfoy began liking Pansy Parkinson.
He had come
clean about his feelings towards the girl to a few of his friends, as well as
he looked forward to spend more time with her, even if it was just to do Charms
homework. But –what was next? Draco Malfoy had never had any feeling for
anybody, let alone be with someone. So, as he watched the Eagle Owl leave
through his window with a letter attached to its paw, he prayed for a fast
reply from the only person that was capable of helping him.
the reply came in a short time, followed by the apparition of a familiar girl
at the Malfoy Manor’s doorstep. As (Y/N) (Y/L/N) smirked at him behind the
black doorway, he couldn’t have thanked Salazar Slytherin enough for his best
your parents?” she asked as they climbed up the large marble staircase.
not home, mother’s here –somewhere.” he answered simply.
only said. Finally, they reached the black door that led to Draco’s room.
it and entered the large bedroom, turning as he opened his arms in an inviting
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
cocked an eyebrow “This place reeks of
body odor and desperation.”
grunted, his arms falling heavily on his sides “You’re not helping, (Y/N)”
joking.” she laughed as she raised her arms in surrender. Truth was, the
bedroom was far away from being humble, and the scent it held was of a strong fragrance
that (Y/N) had learned to adore.
proceeded to slump down on his bed, followed by a grunt. The girl walked
towards the mattress, and sat down on the other side.
Draco, is it too bad?”
he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly “I’ve haven’t even had my first kiss!”
want me to teach you?” she quizzed, and scoffed as Draco nodded with pleading
eyes “Draco, I’ve only kissed Blaise Zabini.”
yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, blushing. Last year, she had had her first kiss with her
fellow Slytherin classmate. She thought that would be it, but instead, one
turned into two, two into three and then she realized she had lost count. She
didn’t know where her relationship with Blaise stood now, but she was too busy
trying to figure out how to help Draco –especially when his hormones were all
over the place at age fourteen.
please do keep in mind that Pansy has only kissed Terence Higgs –and she told
me he was awful.”
laughed “I know, but still, I want to be good when she kisses me.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but snort at the last bit.
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, now getting annoyed at his best friend.
“So are you
going to help me or not?”
could say anything else, (Y/N) had suddenly grabbed both of his cheeks and
pulled him in a kiss. Draco was caught off ward, but in a matter of seconds he
closed his eyes and puckered up, feeling rather nervous as his heart thumped
against his chest. He placed an awkward hand on (Y/N)’s thigh, but decided it
was better if he placed them both on her waist. (Y/N) opened her mouth briefly,
allowing both of their lips to now move in sync. She furrowed her eyebrows as
she felt Draco’s bottom lip too close to her chin, so she took control and
lifted his head slightly so his lips would be touching hers.
lie to herself; for a first kiss, Draco was doing pretty well. As Draco began
to lean back, she leaned forward, until she caught on that Draco was done
kissing her. She opened her eyes and saw his old, grey pupils staring at her
with a small shimmer in them. (Y/N) was in trance as she stared back; something
seemed to have clicked inside of her head when they kissed, her heart was
racing and on her skin, several goose bumps had appeared. She only came back to
her senses once Draco’s voice shattered the silence.
When they arrived in the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owing to the large crowd of students congregated there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Ron, the tallest of the three, stood on tiptoe to see over the heads in front of them and read the sign aloud to the other two: Triwizard Tournament. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at 6 o’clock on Friday the 30th of October. Lessons will end half an hour early- “Brilliant!” said Harry. “It’s Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won’t have time to poison us all!” Students will return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the welcoming feast.
Series summary: You’re on your first real mission, attending the annual winter gala hosted by the man you’re supposed to be taking down. Things don’t go exactly as planned, and you’re left dealing with the aftermath. Romances, betrayal, and super rich bad guys—this should be fun.
Author’s note: Thank you so much to @the-modern-typewriter for the prompts that inspired this series and pulled me out of my (like, six-month-long) writer’s block, and thank you to the anon that requested the prompts! Xoxo
“Drop me off right here.” You looked out the window as the car slowed to a halt along the curb. The sky was clear, but the stars were dimmed by the New York City lights. The streets were almost empty as it was now cold and dark, but they were never quite bare in New York, even on the Upper East Side, and tonight was no exception.
“Are you sure?” Fury was your driver tonight—it was your first real mission, and you needed the reassurance. You never expected him to throw you straight into the ring with a mission like this, but the man was generally unpredictable and you trusted that there was a method to his madness, even if it only made sense to him. Besides, if you ever wanted to become an Avenger, you’d need to prove yourself. “The mansion’s a block away and I highly doubt that you want to walk that far in those damn heels.”
in ten years i’ll tell you i love you (but not now) [Yoongi]
Pairing:Yoongi x Reader Genre: Angst ; Fluff Word Count: 4237 Description: if there are any words that could travel through space and time to reach the person they have to reach, ‘i love you’ would be those words. Author’s Note: so basically…the fucking soulmate reincarnation au yoongi brithday fic NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!! praise i wrote this in one day in the span of like 4 hrs i ignored my work i am going to REGRET (i)
It is forbidden. It is forbidden, and dangerous, and high-risk, and the utmost cliché. That you, the lowly servant girl, from a long line of ancestors of the same position, would fall in love with the son of the household you are serving.
The House of Min is a house your family has served for centuries, and most likely will serve for centuries more, and somehow you are the first (or perhaps you were not the first, but you had most certainly never heard of anyone else similar to you) to fall completely and utterly in love with the person you were supposed to be serving.
And yet — it is the utmost cliché is it not? That he, the heir to a fortune, one amongst the richest in the country, would fall in love with the servant girl who lives in the basement with the rest of the help, far, far away from the glittering chandeliers and marble staircases that lead to his room. Far enough so that, should he be like his parents, he would have forgotten the help existed even in the moments they were not serving them. Far enough so that, if it were not for you, he could have forgotten anyone but his family lived in the same house as he.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!
You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.
You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.
He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”
You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”
Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”
Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.
“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”
“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.
You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”
“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”
“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”
“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”
“What?” You asked.
“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”
“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.
“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”
You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.
You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.
You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.
You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.
“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.
You smiled, “Hello.”
“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”
Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.
“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.
You smiled, “This looks amazing!”
“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”
You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.
After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.
“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.
“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”
“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.
Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”
You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”
He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”
“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”
He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”
You frowned, “Are you?”
“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”
“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.
“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”
You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”
He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”
Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”
Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”
You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”
Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”
“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”
“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.
You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, sogood to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.
“I would love to,” you smiled.
“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”
“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.
He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow it is.” You said.
Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.