You know what, I’m afraid. Afraid to lose you right here and now, afraid to never fall in love again, afraid to never forget you, afraid to always compare your lips to those who I kiss, afraid to give anything, or maybe even everything, just so I could be with you.
It’s the heart that sees what the mind can’t find.
It’s the heart that understand what the mind can’t comprehend.
It’s the heart that does not forget what the mind has forgetten.
It’s the heart that remains strong when the mind is weak.
Above all only the heart can touch one’s soul.
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The only call you are going to get from me is a couple months from now. I’ll be sitting on the floor in a bar bathroom at 2 am, drunk, and someone will have just got done butchering a Fall Out Boy song. In that second I’ll miss being in love with you but that will be it.
genre: idek anymore angst? smut? (i promise there will be more smut in the upcoming chapters)
summary: part 5 of this trash i call a series
word count: 3.9k (specifics: 3,942)
warnings/triggers: fighting, swearing, sexual stuff…
“I love you.”
Jimin didn’t know what to feel. Did she mean it? Or am I just a second choice…
The surrounding silence was nauseating, he felt her shift knowing he had to say something but what? He knew one thing for certain and couldn’t lie about it…
“I love you too y/n.” he couldn’t deny that.
A million thoughts raced through his head as he lay beside you patting the crown of your head gently, staring up at the dark ceiling. He wanted to believe you… but just couldn’t yet. He was always second place to Jungkook. If Jungkook didn’t fuck up, would you still have had said it to him.
He knew it wasn’t the best time to ask if you had meant it, but with his heart ringing in his ears and a tiny voice gnawing at the corners of his mind, he had to ask…
Mustering up enough courage, he took a deep breathe about to tell you- but bit his tongue when you laid a chaste kiss on his chest. He couldn’t ask now…
Right now, he just wanted to revel in this moment with you; where he was surrounded by your scent, feeling your breath fan against his skin, letting his fingers tangle through the strands of your hair and laying in each other’s warmth as you both settled down to go to sleep.
“Goodnight y/n.” He sighed, internally wishing that morning would never come, and drawing you closer.
“Goodnight Jimin.” you yawned, nestling closer to him and shutting your eyes to sleep.
The early shades of dawn filtered through the curtains and the incessant buzz of your phone awoke you. If it weren’t for Jimin’s sleepy face being the first thing that you saw through heavy lids, you would’ve of been in the absolute worst mood, but seeing him soundlessly asleep with the amber tint, of the early rising sun, kissing his skin, made you lips curl into a small smile as you unravelled yourself from Jimin’s limp grip and grabbing your phone from your bomber.
Please tell me you’re not too hungover to work today…
I need you :(( boss gave me the whole 11 hours… BY MYSELF >:((
no no i’m completely sober… shoot me.
i’ll come in today, i have a lot to tell you…
SPILL. and THANK YOUUU <3
Jimin stirred on the bed, you looked up to see him upright with furrowed brows and barely opened lids.
“Morning.” you smiled.
“It’s cold… what time is it?Why are you up?” he rasped, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s so early.” he groaned, “do you have work?”
“Mhmm” You hummed in reply, as you walked up to the bed, leaning over to kiss Jimin’s puffy cheek.
“y/n…” he whispered scratchily.
He bit his lip, as you perched onto the edge of the soft mattress. His hesitation made your stomach stir slightly.
“We need to talk about… this.”
“What do you mean?” you blinked, that feeling in your stomach become more prominent.
“I don’t want to say this, especially not right now… But I can’t ignore it and I can’t let it go on.”
“What is goin-”
“Do you really love me?” He blurted. Instantly looking guilty.
Your stomach dropped. You felt the colour drain from your face. What?
“I want to believe you y/n. I really do. But i- i- just don’t know. Something in my head is telling me, that this happened by luck or chance or- or something. That if Jungkook didn’t…you know… you wouldn’t be feeling this way.” You bit the inside of your cheek, at his words. “Please say something so i don’t feel awful.”
“I-um…” You swallowed thickly. Were you really sure how you felt? Was what Jimin said true? “I should get ready for work… Get some sleep okay” You smiled, but Jimin noticed how it didn’t reach your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered, although it felt like a huge weight lift of his shoulders, a vacant look took over his eyes as he watched you disappear behind the locked bathroom door. He groaned as he sank back into bed. He felt so bad. what if he had just fucked up everything with you… But he just couldn’t take how it felt so… forced; Of course he wanted this with you, he always had… but not when it was like this.
Hearing the bell of the coffee shop door, you truly felt as if you could finally breathe. It was like you held your breath as you got ready and crept out the house, not making any possible noise that could wake Jimin up.
“Happy birthday.” Hana grinned as she handed you a gift bag. You laughed opening the glittery bag and pulling out what was inside.
“More alcohol. Love it.” you joked as you put your stuff away in the cloakroom.
6 slow hours passed, with barely anyone entering the shop. Which gave you plenty of time to catch up with Hana, in between serving the odd customer; and of course that meant telling her everything.
“Woah… So… Jungkook and Jimin.” She slowly summarised, more to make sense in her head than to clarify.
“Yep.” you sighed.
“You hoe.” She joked, lifting up the mood in the empty coffee shop.
“Shut the fuck up Hana.” You replied as you both turned into raging fits of laughter.
“Is that Minah as in Kwon Minah?”
“Um, yeah, why?” You asked, eyebrows arched.
“I think I’m going to start working with her tonight…”
“Yeah, she works at a bar, not at all far from here. I just got a part-time there, and i’m starting tonight.”
You slowly nodded, internally wondering how the world was so small that something like that would happen…
“Y/n… I get Minah’s pretty and everything, but I don’t understand why Jungkook would do that to you… It just… doesn’t… add up.”
“Minah’s a solid 10 and i’m a 2 at best.” You protested, “But i get what you mean, I don’t understand how he could just-”
“Well i think you’re about to find out…” She whispered, eyes bulging. Following where she subtly pointed at. You turned, your eyes flinching as they caught his. You swallowed harshly, your toes curling into your shoes. You didn’t look up at all, your eyes stood ground,trained onto the cash register.
“Welcome to the mocha lab, can i take your order.” You curtly said, fighting temptation to look him, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but it was like you physically couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
that voice. it just made you want to burst out in tears, as if the uneasy feeling you had in your stomach didn’t want to make to throw up and faint already.
“Order something or get out.” you spat, out of the corner of your eye you even saw Hana backing away from the counter and into the cloakroom.
“You have every right to hate me but I just need to tal-”
“Jungkook.” You warned. “I really fucking can’t right now.” You tried so hard to keep the tears at bay.
“I’m sorry y/n-” You bit your lip so hard to keep yourself together that you could faintly start to taste blood. “-but please. talk to me.” His voice was so… so… broken. “please y/n i’m begging you. please… i miss you.”
Although it was so painful to hear him beg like that, and you still needed answers. You knew you couldn’t. It physically hurt to be near him. Your mind was screaming for an explanation and wanted to just jump in his arms and forgive him… but the heart remembers what the brain forgets… and it raced inside your ribcage, like how it felt when you saw the mess of clothes on the floor, storming in on him and Minah…
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You could barely finish the sentence as your voice started to break. After a couple seconds of silence in his hesitation you heard his slow heavy footsteps leave the place.
You immediatelysank behind the corner bawling. Hana sprinted over, taking your shivering figure in her arms.
“sshh, its okay, shhh.” she whispered as you took deep breaths. “that was so brave. I’m so proud of you.”
“thank you” you whimpered as you steadily composed yourself. “I can’t even look at him.” you laughed, but inside your heart was straining, as his broken voice rang throughout your mind. “I don’t know if I could ever speak to him again…”
“As much as i hate to say it… and i totally get you, but you need to talk to him. You need answers y/n… it’s the only way you can really know how you truly feel for either of them. Because it’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on Jimin”
she was right.
You bit your quivering lip, thinking about Jimin. You couldn’t deny that there was attraction there. And last night. Last night. He put you first in front of everything, he was hurt too but made sure you were the one okay. With him, it’s genuine. It’s decided. It’s real. It’s there. He wouldn’t change his mind or even think to ever betray you like Jungkook. With Jimin before and after the whole Jungkook mess, you felt loved, platonically and romantically. he was your safe haven.
“y/n?” Hana said, snapping back into reality. By then you stopped crying. She helped you stand back up. “Are you okay?” she asked, to which you nodded in reply. “I’ll lock up, go home my love, get some rest.” She insisted and you thanked her as you both headed to the cloakroom to get your things.
“Good luck with the new barmaid job.” you called out from the door before you left. She gave you small smile as you shut the door.
The sun had set ages ago because of winter, the street were dully lit with street lamps. You pulled your jacket tighter, sighing watching your breath condense and float idly upward. You began the walk home, pulling out your earphones and listening to music. A few steps in, you felt as if someone was following you, you pulled an earphone out and turned to look behind. Your eyes scanned the seemingly deserted street. You felt uneasy, so you abandoned the music as you cautiously continued home.
This time you heard the footsteps, growing faster and faster, and before you could break out into a run you felt a hand grab your wrist. On instinct you turned, and kicked the figure in the genitals. You watched as a familiar figure sink onto the floor bracing themselves in their affected area.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE JUNGKOOK!” you screamed, heart racing, annoyed at the fact he had just given you one of the biggest heart attacks of your life.
“Okay… I deserved that…” he rasped and he stood up again.
you huffed, but at least this time you could actually look at him without wanting to cry.
“Please can we just talk again.” He whined. “I get you hate me. I get you never want to see me again. But please. I don’t want to never see or talk to you again on how things ended.”
You felt his stare on you as you remained silent, with your arms folded. You did deserve an explanation.
“You have 10 minutes.” You murmured.
A smile lit up Jungkook’s face. It felt so weird, like you hadn’t seen the Jungkook you fell so hard for until now… like he was someone completely different when he slept with Minah. Maybe it was your stubborn delusional heart that wanted to believe that he didn’t because you believed he wouldn’t. It made you just want to delve into his arms and forget that everything happened. But you couldn’t. Because it did.
He grabbed your hand but you flinched away.
“This doesn’t mean we’re okay.” You warned.
His face dropped but still, he gave a small smile, “Just follow me then.”
Although you looked down to the pavement, you felt his stare on you. He led you down some familiar streets and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you, and why.
“You do realise you have 7 minutes left right?” You tutted, finally rolling your eyes and keeping eye contact with him.
“We’re here.” He sighed. And when you looked round, you were stunned at where he led you. How did you not notice? This was the park you, Jungkook and Jimin used to always play at when you were children. You subconsciously smiled and walked further in, as if gravity was pulling you there. You were drawn to the swings, and you reminiscently ran your fingers down the metal chain. “How are we for time?” Jungkook grinned, interrupting your flashbacks.
You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you got lost in your thoughts when you should’ve been mad.
“Why are we here. This doesn’t change anything.” You spat keeping up the defensive facade, eyebrows knit together.
“It’s obvious you remember this place.”
“Well done for stating the obvious. 5 minutes left Kook.” You scoffed.
“Kook.” He laughed and you internally kicked yourself for letting that slip. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere.”
You groaned in vexation, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He sat down on one of the swings and signalled that you do the same. You hesitantly took the other one, but he smiled in victory when you did.
“4 minutes.” You warned. His smile dropping once again.
“I brought you here, because I need you to remember it.” You furrowed your brows, at his words. It wasn’t until you followed his gaze to the castle play structure, that you shivered. You remember it now.
It was your 6th birthday and you were here with Jimin and Jungkook, it was oddly sunny for a winter day and so the park was crowded with small children like yourselves.
Jimin was racing ahead, climbing up the the ropes to get to the top tower where Jungkook already was, and because you didn’t want to be left alone you followed them up, at a much slower pace, because of your scrawny figure and lack of upper body strength. You had always feared heights but you feared being alone more; and so you struggled and slipped your way to the top where they were.
It was when you got up, you had realised how high you were and panic began to set in. You burst out into tears and Jimin and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.
“Go get y/n’s mum.” Jungkook nodded to Jimin, who set off instantly. He then turned to you, who was quivering on the platform. He crouched down. “It’s okay.” He smiled but you just wouldn’t stop screaming and crying. He himself panicked, it was your birthday and he didn’t know what to do and did something impulsively and without thought. He reached forward, grabbed your face and kissed you. You were in a state of complete and utter shock, you forgot about crying. You just stood bug-eyed with Jungkook smushing his face against yours. When Jungkook let go, a huge grin took over his small face. “It worked!” he cheered, while you just remained still, frozen in place as you realised: you just had just both had your first kisses with each other.
You remembered how after, it was like you couldn’t breathe, your heart was going more than 200 miles per hour. You felt a mad hot blush spread throughout your wind-pinched cheeks.
“You remember.” He muttered spotting the tinge of red upon the tops of your ears and cheeks.
“Look I know nothing I say will ever make up for what I did to you last night y/n. I don’t know why I did it and god I feel so stupid… I know that’s pathetic of me to say, but she was my first ever love, so she had this sort of hold on me and when she came to the house in tears and a blubbering mess and just kissed me… It felt like that moment on the top of the tower and I just didn’t know what to do and I acted on impulse, I forgot about everything like an idiot and ugh… And this-this is going to sound fucked up and unbelievable-but I swear, all I thought about was you.”
“You don’t expect me to just fall for that are you.” You scoffed.
“Not in the slightest. And I wouldn’t blame you if you just left right now either. But I just wanted you to know it was a mistake and I’m so sorry and if i could tell my 6 year old self, I would’ve made you mine right there and then.” Looking into his empty eyes, it broke your heart. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and i fucked up beyond repair but… I love you y/n and I still want you.” Tears started streaming down his face and you felt so guilty that tears started to well in your eyes. In that moment, Jungkook grabbed your wrist, you excelled forward and he pressed his lips against yours; and just as you were about to give into the temptation of melting into the kiss, he pulled away. “I’m not going to keep you any longer.” He muttered, but held you a little longer. “Goodnight my love.” He whispered before he walked away. You bit the inside of your lip as you watched his back disappear into the night.
You groaned as you opened the front door to the apartment, tossing your bag and Hana’s gifted wine on the couch. The walk home was miserable. You were more confused with how you felt for either of them.
“Jimin?” You called out, but was met with silence. You got your phone out and realised you had 5 missed calls and 14 texts from him. At least he didn’t just leave… Still you were overwhelmed with incoming feelings, you flopped onto your bed, you felt as if you could just bawl for hours just to release everything. You wanted to scream at how confusing and fucked up things were. You shot a text at Jimin saying you were home and if he could come back after Jaebum’s ‘guy’s night’, you took of your coat and threw it onto the floor, but it landed with a slight thud that made you jump slightly. The only thing in your jacket was your phone. Curiousity flooded your sense so you jumped up and fished something out of your pocket.
It was a small gift-bag labelled:
It was meant for yesterday - kook
Hana had worried about you getting home, on her walk to the bar. She had just gotten out of one uniform and wasn’t at all excited to jump into a new one. The laid back buzz of the bar lifted her spirits slightly, as she entered, the overall decoration and atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed than what you would expect from a normal one. is this like high class level for a bar?
She nodded as she turned to the voice, finding Minah leaning over the bar counter.
She was taken back by Minah’s bratty attitude. It’s literally 7:17. i was 2 minutes late. For matter of first impressions and the sake of actually keeping the job, she answered with,
“Yeah, don’t be late again.” Minah snapped. I’m going to kill her… Hana thought as she put up a tight lipped smile and nodded.
“Here’s your uniform, change in the staff toilets for today, but we expect you to show up in that. okay?”
And again… because her mother had taught her ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’… she just smiled and nodded.
The uniform wasn’t anything special, but it was formal: a white collared shirt, dress pants, black suspenders and a gold name badge. She fixed her hair and re-touched on her makeup before hanging her stuff up in the cloakroom and finally finding her place behind the bar counter.
It wasn’t long till Minah came back from serving a table, coming back to train her on how to make different cocktails, where the different glasses were kept, which tables were where and more on the job.
“Got it all.” Minah smiled, more out of common courtesy, but it was easily readable in her eyes that she did not like Hana one bit.
“Yeah, thank you.” there came the tight lipped smile again.
“Any questions, just come find me.” Minah added before slipping away to a table. As if… Hana rolled her eyes as she walked back to her place at the bar counter.
“Can I get a- Oh my god, Hana.”
She looked up to find Jimin with a half smile and half surprised look on his face.
“Hey.” She smiled back.
“You work here now? What happened to The Mocha Lab barista job with y/n?”
“That’s for the daytime, i work here at-”
“Jimin hi!” Minah sang, shoving herself in front of you. Where the fuck did she come from? she was all the way at the other side of the room??. Hana internally laughed at the scene. “What can I get you~” Minah carried on. This is disgusting, Hana thought, backing up, it was clear Minah didn’t want her there.
“Um Hana’s already getting me a whiskey on the rocks thanks.” Jimin replied, making Hana stop with Minah shooting daggers at her.
“Hana… darling.” darling? “Could you get some more Whiskey glasses from the back?” Although it may have sounded nice, her stare made it seem like an order. Hana glanced down and saw a whole row of Whiskey glasses by Minah’s knees. But to avoid anything happening, she just did as she was told.
Hana came back with a tray of Whiskey glasses and placed them on the counter by Minah.
“Oh my bad, I forgot we had a whole row of them…” Minah faked laughed, making Hana sick… “Just stack them with the rest.”
“Where’s Jimin?” Hana asked, hiding her sarcasm, sounding like she actually want to start a conversation, whilst she organised the decorative glasses.
“Back there with his friends.” Minah replied ogling at the table in the far right corner. “we’re like a thing.”
Hana wanted to burst out laughing… Jimin was with you (well ish) only one boy makes that mistake and that just so happened to be Jungkook already. Jimin wouldn’t ever.
“Really…” Hana gasped, secretly enjoying the fact Minah was oblivious to the fact Hana knew everything. Hana stood up again from crouching, readying her phone in her pocket to sneak off and tell you everything. “I need the loo, excuse me.” and when Minah nodded, she was off.
Hana rushed into the bathroom ringing you. Pick up, pick up, pick up, this is so funny…
“I’m sorry but the person you’re calling-”
Hana sulked as she tried again, but with no answer, she contemplated texting you but wanted to wait to tell you in person to see your reaction.
She walked back to the bar, surprised to find Minah not there.
Where’d she go?
And that’s when Hana heard her shrill giggle. She looked to where it came from and fell gob-smacked at the sight.
Hana didn’t want to believe it, but seeing the way Jimin’s arms wrapped around Minah’s figure as they kissed, Hana raised her phone…
a/n: WHAT DID I JUST DO. I HATE MYSELF…
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Part Four: Enriching the World Through Dialogue
We often think that world-building must be done through narration, that we only showcase our world and our world’s potential through the use of long paragraphs detailing the style of the carts and the architecture of the city, the clothing and hairstyles, and on and on with all the details our hearts desire. What we often forget is how tiring long paragraphs of these kinds of observations can be. Dialogue can be an extremely useful tool for introducing information about your world without feeling constrained to the narrative voice of the piece.
What’s normal and what’s not.
Have you ever been talking to someone and you mention a store you frequent or the flock of turkeys that forced you to stop on your way across town, and the other person gives you the blankest stare. Experiences across the world–even across town–are not the same (just to state the obvious for a minute). The variations found in everyone’s lives can become fantastic opportunities when you put two people from different places together because they will automatically be more likely to point out differences and ignore similarities.
Acknowledging things that are common vs. uncommon in a setting may not seem particularly important, but think of it this way: You’re writing a world entirely different than ours, which means that we can’t imagine all the things that are possible within this new world. How are we to know when something out of the ordinary presents itself to the characters unless the characters let us know? The way your characters talk about certain aspects of the world will help give the audience a better understanding of what normal life is like. To set up something scary and unnatural for the world, we need to know what the opposite looks like.
Remember that with movies, we can tell what the focus is and what the movie considers important by how much time is spent on/with it. Utilize the same concept to create the contrast of ordinary and extraordinary to help your audience easily make those distinctions. Of course, it’s not that you shouldn’t mention normal things at all, but that neither a full page conversation nor a full paragraph of description needs to be given to them. Draw attention to the extraordinary, coax it to the forefront.
Use dialogue to illustrate these little nuances. Have characters remark on things to each other and tell each other short stories that give the audience context. This is especially useful when you have a collection of character who aren’t from the same place. Regional variants on food, architecture, creatures, and customs give you great opportunities to build your world through quick moments between characters. “It’s strange to see all these grey horses. Most of ours are brown.” Even something as simple as this shows your audience that there’s more out there than what’s on-screen at the moment.
There are plenty of times when working these kinds of details into narration feel awkward. Remember that you have this other tool–dialogue–to utilize, too. Working it into conversation can work in a dynamic way not only building your world, but also your character. More on that another day.
Mechanics of the world.
When writing in worlds with some really complex systems like magic, or a very deeply developed set of cultures, religions, and all the rest that come with a whole new world, it can be very tempting to use our characters’ mouths to try to explain it to our readers. It’s a fantastic opportunity, especially when we’re able to put characters into a situation where they can ask, “Why? Why isn’t it working? Why did that happen? Why can’t we use that idea?” These platforms for information are so convenient, but without keeping a couple of things in mind when crafting these conversations, diary entries, letters, and other forms of communication, they can become info-dumps just as easily as narration can.
Keep voice in mind. Whether you’re trying to convey how something works through a written dialogue or a spoken one, your words are not actually yours. They belong to the character speaking them. Make sure you keep them in mind. You need to be using their vocabulary, their opinions, and most of all, their understanding of the world and how it functions. Just because we–as writers–know the very specific inner workings of why one magic works with another but doesn’t work with this other one doesn’t mean that your character does. Yes, it’s that very thing that enables us to set up these “why” scenarios, but it’s the same reason why answering those questions cannot and should not be a regurgitation of your planning notebook.
In a video game, we know the mechanics programmed into the server that allows for this or doesn’t allow for that, and we can explain it to each other, but our characters only know what they can see and observe through the technology available to them according to the time period of their story. Remember that. Remember that you can’t just have a character say, “I can’t cast that anymore today because I’m out of fifth level spells.” It needs to use words and an understanding of the world that are true to them, not true to us.
Lastly, with world mechanics and dialogue, keep it short, light, and in character. The more time you dwell on whatever it is you’re trying to explain, the more likely it will become uncharacteristic both for the speaking character and for the story’s tone. It’ll bog down a scene faster than a sinkhole in the road. Giving these kinds of world-building details are best done by showing the system in action rather than trying to explain it. Dialogue is the easy way out in this case. Challenge yourself to create scenarios that force your characters to use and showcase the abilities of the various systems in your world.
ON A RANDOM NOTE SO I JUST WHAT IF VOLTRON HAD THE BIGGEST TWIST LIKE THIS WHOLE TIME THE FANDOMS JUST LIKE K L A N C E,,, ALLURA AND SHIRO,,, *INSERT ANY OTHER SHIP HERE*,,, LO VE ME S O M OF DaT BUT INSTEAD ONE DAY THEY FINALLY FIND PIDGE’S BEAUTIFUL FAMILY AND LIKE SHIRO AND MATT JUST,,, JUST BLOW OUR MINDS BY KISSING AND BEING LIKE LOVE U BOO, BOI I MISSED U SO MUCH HONESTLY THIS AIN’T NEVER GONNA HAPPEN IM NOT EVEN SURE ID WANT IT TOO BUT I WOULD LEGITIMATELY HAVE A HAVE A H E A R t A T T A C K RIP SOS CALL 911 SAVE ME
i wish i never met you. or at the very least that i knew nothing about you. i wish i could see a picture of you without my heart sinking. i wish i could forget what it feels like to kiss you and be held by you. i wish none of that happened so i wouldn’t know the pain of realizing that i’ll never feel you again.
Before Robert fully comes awake, thoughts of geez, you’re old bounce around his skull, and he groans, burying his face back in the pillow.
There’s a soft chuckle to his left, and a hand slides into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He can’t stop the smile from curving his lips, or his head from pushing up against talented fingers.
“Don’t want to turn forty, huh?” A soft kiss is pressed to his temple in apology for the amused tone.
Robert grunts, fingers sliding out from under the duvet to find Aaron’s chest. “S’not my birthday.”
“Sorry,” Aaron tells him, nose brushing against Robert’s hairline. “Kinda is.”
Shuffling until he can press his face into Aaron’s neck, he lets out a huff and a whine. He knows he’s being immature and childish, but forty is a big number and he absolutely does not want to think about it.
Aaron laughs, Robert can feel the rumble underneath his cheek, and wraps an arm around Robert’s shoulders as he presses a kiss to his head. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“You won’t be saying that when you turn forty,” Robert points out, turning to kiss Aaron’s jaw. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t freak out.”
The words settle about them like a promise, and Robert can’t believe how far they’ve come, how comfortable he is to think about Aaron being in his life forever.
“Come on,” Aaron says, brushing a hand through Robert’s hair. “Let’s get up and get you out of the house before Liv wakes up.”
Robert forgot she was even home; she’s been interning at a studio in Leeds while she studies for her Masters in Architecture. She shines every time she shows him her drawings, and he knows enough to be impressed, though it’s mostly just pride whenever he talks about her. She popped down for a couple of days for his birthday. “She’ll be too hungover to make comments.”
♥ so, this is how a man should step into you life. Never take his eyes off you what makes your heart race up to the point where you forget to blink, you forget the people around you. Only he exist as his alluring focused stare leaves you speechless on the spot and the only wish you have is to run away with him.
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I couldn’t decide on what ship to write for Valentine’s Day, so instead I offer these 100-word drabbles, containing Papyrus x Many (but not at the same time :P). All are in the Undertale-verse, unless otherwise marked.
I have come to realize that I am like an old 20-dollar bill—crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred. But I am still a 20-dollar bill. I am worth something. Even though I may not look like much and even though I have been battered and used, I am still worth the full 20 dollars.
As I stood in the gorilla for WWE, I recall the phone call I got from Triple H. I felt a sense of pride rush through me as I remember Hunter asking me to join the WWE. I was wrestling for Ring of Honor, but my contract had expired 3 weeks before Hunter called me. Now I’m standing in the gorilla waiting to join Bayley down at the ring. My music hit as I walk through the curtain and a loud pop came from the audience. I smiled wide as I went through all the memories I had of me wrestling. As I joined Bayley on stage the crowd chanted my name.
Bayley and I were going to be on a tag team with a male tag team and we were just waiting for them to be announced. I crossed my fingers that it would be with the two wrestlers I knew from Ring of Honor. I was close friends with Matt and Jeff Hardy, well Jeff was a different story. Things happened but we never acknowledge the elephant in the room.
“Stop myself from fucking pushing you against the
next wall and kissing the living shit out of you!”
I felt the
heat rush to my cheeks.
I stuttered looking up at Dan unbelievingly. Did I really hear that correctly?
His words filled my entire body with excitement as quickly as the most
effective drug in the world
his eyes shut for a few seconds in order to collect himself.
“Look just forget
about what I said.” Dan told me, the tips of his ears were red from embarrassment.
sheepishly ran his hand through his messy hair and took a step back from me.
I felt my
heart sink. What did he mean? How was I meant to forget about the jump my heart
did as reaction to what he had admitted earlier.
at me like that.” Dan insisted, swallowing hard.
go now.” He added, staring at the floor to avoid eye contact.
I raised my
eyebrows and shot him a confused look.
Brandon is waiting for you at the party.” Dan muttered with a hint of angriness
back in his voice.
“Can we please
forget about Brandon?!” I snapped, tired of talking about him. It felt like we
were completely ignoring the elephant in the room.
you wanted to sleep with him tonight?” Dan questioned with a little smirk now
that he had won our little argument.
“I just wanted to tease you. You freaking
deserved it, Howell! And I still meant the rest that I said.” I exclaimed
relieved to find out that I had no intention to actually have sex with Brandon,
but his face fell as I opened my mouth again.
talk about the ‘I want to kiss you’ thing now?” I asked, getting impatient.
do I have to tell you to forget about it?” Dan hissed. He was being defensive.
“What if I
can’t and don’t want to forget about it?” I challenged him, raising my voice.
have said that, Y/N.” He stressed as he tried to remain calm.
you say it then!?” I couldn’t deny that he got me all frustrated and confused. I didn’t
like the feeling I felt in my stomach region at all.
Dan stammered, not being able to find the right words.
mean it?” I croaked. This was all or nothing.
matter, Y/N.” Dan avoided my question while scratching the back of his head.
His eyes were filled with sadness as he was trying to look at everything but
so complicated! Why wouldn’t it matter, Dan?!” I couldn’t stop myself from
screaming. Why did he have to make things more difficult than they already
whether or not I meant what I said it shouldn’t change things!” Dan explained,
not being able to stop his voice from getting louder.
“But I want
them to change things, Dan. They should change things, okay?” I admitted,
taking a step towards him. I couldn’t believe I was finally saying this.
bit his lip, stopping himself from continuing.
your honest answer: Did you mean it?” I intensely eyed him while my heart was
nearly jumping out of my chest.
“What if I
did? It would change -“Dan started, staring directly into my eyes. The mellow
brown of his iris glistened.
I finished his sentence for him. “Dan, I have had a crush on you since I
started high school.” I finally adhered to my feelings for him. I was biting my
bottom lip out of nervousness.
hear Dan swallow heard and he started breathing heavily. There was surprise
written all over his face. I caught a little smile play with the corners of his
mouth but his delighted expression soon turned into a stern one again.
“Y/N, this just
can’t change things.” Dan stated seriously, crushing all my hopes.
didn’t mean it. You don’t like me.”
really a question. I was just facing the hurtful truth. Honestly, I felt
humiliated standing in front of Dan in my party dress after admitting that I
was totally into him.
“I- I didn’t
say that, okay.”
barely heard what he said, because I was too devastated to listen to him
anymore, but at his words my bowered head shot up again. My hope was higher
than ever before.
you acting like this then?” I wanted to know.
silent for a moment before he answered.
we shouldn’t be more than friends, okay?!” Dan got louder, but he wasn’t angry at
me, he was angry at himself.
that?” I queried in frustration.
“I said that!” Dan shouted as his hands
turned into fists.
you say that?!”
getting slightly mad at him. He was confusing and not making any sense.
when I first met you, you were five and I was eight. You just started going to
primary school and our parents asked me to look after you, be your friend and
show you around.” Dan started explaining himself.
see why this is relevant…” I quietly interrupted him.
finish first, Y/N. I remember that we became great friends after that and you
cried the day I left primary school because you still had a few years without
me left?” Dan smiled a little before he continued.
started going to high school and you were really nervous on your first day, our
parents asked me to look after you, be your friend, show you around and protect you from stupid boys. And I’m
afraid that if I push you against this wall right there behind you and freaking
kiss you I will be exactly one of those stupid boys.”
short silence his words had sunken in. My heart was racing again. All of this,
because he was too caring?
A smirk was
playing with my lips as I took another step towards him. He got nervous at how
close we were and clearly wanted to back away, but he had lost all control over
Your parents trusted me when they let you stay here. I don’t know what they
would say if they found out that we uh we-” he stuttered with hot pink cheeks
and didn’t finish his sentence.
Dan. And my parents totally love you.”
not the flawless and good boy they think I am.” Dan warned me, probably
thinking about his wild university lifestyle.
“I know. And
I like that.” I smirked, shamelessly flirting with him.
cautioned teasingly still smiling. “Kiss m-“
could end my sentence Dan closed the distance between us, making my heart
explode with excitement. His large hands gripped my hips as he forcefully but
carefully pushed me against the white wall behind us. I could feel his fast
heartbeat as his chest was pressed against mine.
fanned my neck, making my inside tingle. In the matter of a second his soft
lips crashed down on mine and they were suddenly moving against each other in
complete sync. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips soft and hungry at
the same time.
get enough of each other, but we had to break apart to catch our breaths.
have done this way sooner.” Dan panted as he eagerly went in for another kiss.
“God, I would have killed Brandon for doing exactly
what I am doing right now.” I heard Dan whisper under his breath and as I
giggled he added something that sounded much like “Let’s get you out of this dress. It has been messing with me all