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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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The Art of Losing at Mario Kart | Tony Stark

Hi my lovelies I hope everyone is having a wonderful Friday!! Please enjoy some fluffy Tony and do take care of yourselves!!

Appetizers (Tags): Fluff

Entres (Pairing): Tony Stark x F!Reader, slight Platonic!Peter Parker x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 5: “You’re small, but you’re talking loud.”

Notes: Tony says line, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 1.5k

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Her hands clutch the controller so tight her fingers hurt, her eyes locked on the TV screen like her life depends on it. It kind of does. The peppy music has long stopped being fun— now it sounds like a threat. Don’t lose, y/n. She grits her teeth, leaning forward until her elbows hit her knees, eyebrows creasing together as she completes another lap.

“That’s not going to help you win, baby.” Tony snickers, posture relaxed and a sly grin on his lips.

She scrunches her eyes as she narrowly avoids a shell he launches at her. “Shut up won’t you?”

He only laughs, continuing to hold the controller like this is the most boring thing he’s ever done. It makes her vision haze with red, her skin flaming from the inside out. How is he so effortlessly good at Mario Kart? She taps down on the a button relentlessly, head cocking, veins thrumming as she approaches the red car on the screen. Maybe she spoke too soon.

“Ooh—” she taunts, tapping the button to launch the banana peel she’s been saving— “what were you saying again? Who’s not going to win?”

As she says it her smile widens, teeth flashing at the man who’s smirk has significantly dropped. Now he’s leaning forward too, elbows on his knees and lip between his teeth.

“Oh it’s on now.”

For a moment all she can hear is the rapid tap, tap, tapping of buttons. The race becomes neck and neck, the pressure building— there’s no way she’s letting him plan a whole day together by himself; she doesn’t have a death wish. She has to win—

“Hey, Tones?” She mumbles quietly, a stark contrast to her previously snarky tone.

His eyes shift in her peripheral, eyes softening slightly. “Yeah, baby?”

She bites down on her lip, swallowing lightly. “I, erm, I think I know what I want to do after this.”

His hands falter, his head turning fully to look at her. “Go on.”

—She has to win even if it means playing dirty. God he’s so easy.

“I want to celebrate my win.”

“Wait, what?”

By the time he catches on it’s too late. With his head turned she pushes the toggle forward harder, smashing the a button to accelerate past the finish line. As soon as the First Place banner flashes across the flatscreen she’s out of her seat, arms thrown high in the air, jumping up and down like a child. She doesn’t care— the fact that she won— that she beat Tony Stark, the man who plays too much Mario Kart with Peter— is too exciting. Only the spider-kid can beat this man and now she has as well!

“Did you see that! Did you? That was amazing! I can’t believe that actually worked!” She lowers her voice, deepening it to match his “Go on, baby. You actually fell for that!”

She can’t stop the giggles as they come, hunching over to steady herself on her legs.

Tony groans, falling back on the cushions behind him, the controller landing with a defeated thud beside him. “You know, you’re small, but you’re talking loud.”

She giggles harder, scampering over to the man who looks like he wants to roll his eyes at her but is too busy staring at her like a love struck puppy. Despite losing— something which everyone in the compound— no, the world— knows he hates— he still watches her with a lazy smile, holding his arms out for her. She happily accepts the invitation, climbing onto his lap warm, hands falling to his face.

“Oh you love it, you’re just a sore loser.” She scratches her fingers through the stubble on his jaw, chest bubbling with warmth when he leans deeper into her touch.

“Only because I don’t lose.” He mumbles back, eyes closing with a content sigh.

She rolls her eyes at the man, letting the easy smile creep over her features. How did she end up with the most arrogant man in New York?

“You just lost, honey.” She points out, slipping her hands up and into his hair.

Scratching at his scalp she sinks deeper into his arms. He doesn’t open his eyes, only tilts his head back to follow her hands, fully absorbed in her touch. She follows suit, leaning her head on his shoulder. She could get used to this.

“Did I, though?”

She springs back up. “Of course you did.”

Tony cracks an eye open, the arrogant smirk back on his mouth. “Maybe I let you win.”

Her heart stutter, her gut twisting— he didn’t!

She narrows her eyes, pulling her hands from his hair. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Did he?

Leaning back towards her, ducking his head to nudge against her fingers, Tony laughs. She swats his head gently, grumbling at the man. Did he let her win? He better not have— she wants bragging rights. Well, bragging rights and to not die when he decides that the planned day he won means going skydiving or something else equally ridiculous. He may enjoy heights but she certainly does not.

When she doesn’t sink her fingers back against his scalp he takes her hands in his, wrapping them around his neck and passing her a smile that appears to be more like a laugh that’s been frozen on his lips. She has to bite back her own grin when she sees it. Instead she stares at the wall behind his head, glaring at the painting to keep from looking at him and cracking— she’s too soft for him, it makes being mad impossible.

“Baby c’mon, I’m just joking.” He pleads, massaging his fingers over hers. “You won just come back.”

She flicks her eyes to his half delighted, half worried gaze, letting the smile creep into place once more. Damnit. Maybe she’s the one who’s too easy.

“You swear?”

His warm hands find her cheeks, pulling her face down to his and pressing a quick but firm kiss to her lips before mumbling. “I swear— now let me properly congratulate you for your win.”

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Later that day she stumbles into the kitchen, a sheen of sweat coating her heavy limbs and a dopey smile on her face. As she rounds the corner to the fridge, feet slipping on the linoleum, she bumps into a similarly happy face.

“Oh, Peter, hey kid! Haven’t seen you around these past few days.”

She holds her fist out, waiting for his knuckles to bump against hers before turning back to her original task— water. So much water.

He laughs, grabbing a cup from the cupboard and passing it to her. “Yeah, been busy with SAT’s. They’re coming up soon. I’m kinda’ worried.”

She hums and passes him a grateful look, filling her cup from the jug in the fridge. “Ah, yes— the good old days. I remember taking those. I did terribly. Aren’t you, like, boy wonder or something, though? Kid genius? I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Eyes wide, cheeks pink, he stammers. “Oh well, no, I wouldn’t say gen—”

Rolling her eyes, she interrupts him with a laugh. “Don’t downplay yourself— you’re a genius. You’re good at everything! It’s almost annoying.”

Honestly it is annoying but he deserves— she’s seen how hard he works.

Peter laughs, awkwardly shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe.”

At least he’s humble.

She scrunches her nose, hopping up onto the counter as he opens the fridge next, pulling out a loaf of bread and the strawberry jam that Natasha has bought a few days ago. For a smart kid he really has a death wish. She nods at the jar and he holds a finger to his lips, the message clear— don’t tell. She giggles back, holding a hand over her heart— scout’s honor, boy wonder.

She kicks her feet, curling her toes to bring some of the feeling back, continuing with the conversation at hand. “Name one thing you can’t do.”

He pauses, butter knife clutched in his fist as he tilts his head, thinking. Of course he has to think about it. He’s like a mini Tony— too smart for his own good.

Finally his eyes fill with light, his brows raising as he comes to an answer— “Got it— I can’t win at Mario Kart against Mr. Stark.”

For a moment she giggles. He still calls Tony Mr. Star—

Wait.

Did he just say he can’t win against Tony at Mario Kart? No, that’s not possible—

“But I’ve seen you win.” She points out, setting her cup down a little too harshly, the glass thudding off the counter.

Peter, not noticing, laughs, shaking his head. “No, he only lets me win to impress you.” He flicks his eyes up from his sandwich, his face shifting when he sees her furrowed brows— “You didn’t know that?”

The glare on her face is enough of an answer. “Shit.”

He starts to shake his head but it’s too late; she’s already hopped off the counter, bare feet pounding on the floor as she starts storming out of the kitchen.

“Tony you have some explaining to do!”

Not long after she hears a groan followed by a—

“Not cool Parker!”

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Alien

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Prince! Rengoku Kyōjurō x Reader

✂ Word Count: 2,8k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse

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“I've never had clouds follow me each day. Years of sun that never went away. I lie here awake but I'm not one to pray. Everything's changed and now I'm not okay.” - Bring Me Home [G Flip]

Compared to some people down the streets, your living situation was much better than they could ever wish for. You still had a roof over your head, clothes – regardless of how dirty and rugged they were – to cover your body, food to sate your hunger, and a room to sleep in. You knew that, and that’s why you endeavored to seek a silver lining in your life. Anything to give you hope that miracles did exist, and everything you’d done all this time wasn’t meaningless.

But there were some days where gratitude was hard to practice, and you felt as if the agony you experienced would never end. You wanted to give up, and at the same time, you couldn’t afford to allow pessimism to dominate your life. Today was one of those days, unfortunately, where your stepmother seemed to act crueler and more sadistic than you could handle. Perhaps it was the stress of picking the right dresses for her daughters or the excitement at the prospect of the prince noticing them and the luxury they’d get to experience in the palace.

Nevertheless, your ‘family’ was overjoyed with the invitation despite the – honestly unnecessary – agitation they displayed over the preparation.

“Ma, it’s too tight!”

“Hush, now.” Your stepmother scowled as she proceeded to tighten the corset on Junko's back. “A sacrifice has to be made if you want to attract the prince.”

The younger sister whined again, while the older one, Ryōka, admired her polished appearance in the mirror.

“My, I certainly look ravishing tonight.” she puffed, caressing her sides sensually. “I’m sure I’ll be the one the prince chooses later. I mean, who doesn’t want this kind of body?”

“No! It’ll be me, instead!” Junko interjected vehemently, clenching her fists.

“Be quiet, both of you!” Your stepmother growled as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “If I see any of you causing a ruckus at the party, I swear I’ll spank you.” The sisters fell quiet from the threat, but the older woman ignored their blanched faces and snapped her head towards you. “[Name], don’t just stand there like an idiot. Make yourself useful and clean this mess!”

You hurriedly nodded and scampered to grab the broom. As disheartening as it was to watch them fussing with themselves and chatting excitedly about the party, you still had work to attend to. Work that never ceased and always piled up on an invisible desk. On one hand, you were happy with their departure. You finally had some time left for yourself at home!

On the other hand, however, you wanted to join them, too. You wanted to see the palace from up close. You wanted to see what the prince and his family looked like. You wanted to wear a gorgeous dress and meet new people.

You wanted to… you wanted to be free, for once.

“What’s wrong, dear? You look disgruntled.” A playful voice asked. Looking up, your eyes widened when they landed on a beautiful yet tiny woman with wings fluttering on her back. Black locks that faded to purple flowed behind her, tied into some kind of a unique style. Large, pupil-less eyes that reminded you of an insect's stared down at you patiently. Occasionally, long eyelashes would caress her pale features when she blinked. Despite her overall cute looks, you sensed mischief in her aura. “Hello!”

You blinked in surprise, and hesitantly returned her hearty greeting. “H-hello…” you murmured and glanced around as if hoping someone would explain to you who the heck this woman was and how did she get here without your knowledge. Maybe she managed to slip inside when your stepmother opened the door earlier? But, shouldn’t any of your sisters notice her? It wasn’t every day you got to witness a fairy in person, after all. “Um, who are you? And how did you come here? All the windows are locked, you know?”

The diminutive woman clasped a hand over her rosy lips and chortled. “Worry not, sweetheart, I’m not here to hurt you.” she chirped, effortlessly dodging the questions. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know her answers, either. Her presence was already hard to swallow, anyway. “Believe it or not, I’m here to help you!”

You frowned in bewilderment. “Help me?”

She nodded merrily, beaming. “Yes, I’m here to help you go to the palace and get the prince!”

You sputtered and frantically flailed your hands as though it could change her opinion. “N-no, you got it all wrong! I’m not–” Your cheeks heated up when she leaned forward and hummed in mock questioning, urging you to continue with your nonsensical rambling. “I-I don’t like him that way, alright? I don’t… I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“And that’s why I’m here to realize your dream.” She finally glided back once she had enough teasing you with her knowing stare. “To start it all, you need a beautiful attire to complement your features and body!”

She waved her wand, and immediately, sparkles surrounded your body and changed the rags into the prettiest gown you’d ever seen. The straps hung loosely on your arms, while the bodice hugged your body perfectly and revealed the right amount of cleavage. A silver necklace dangled on your neck, glittering in the dim moonlight that passed through the windows. The color of the dress darkened from bright yellow to fiery orange, whereas your gloves were pearly white. The fairy merely smiled at the confused glance you shot her. It wasn’t as if you disliked the color, but you suspected a hidden motive somewhere.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she inquired, hands clasped behind her.

You opened your mouth to question her singular choice before sighing. “Yes, it is. Thank you very much… fairy.”

Her amiable smile widened as her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re welcome~!”

The next few minutes, she completed your looks with a pair of glass shoes and transformed a mere pumpkin into a magnificent carriage. She explained to you that the magic would disappear once the clock struck twelve, and you needed to leave before the predetermined time. Despite the crushing realization that your ‘freedom’ was only temporary, you still heeded her warnings nonetheless. There was no reason for you to disregard the consequences just because she’d helped you. At least, you could try to appreciate her assistance, even if it came out of thin air. And because a simple thank you just wasn’t enough to describe your gratitude.

“Bye, [Name]! I hope you have a delightful night!”

You chose to bite your tongue from asking about how did she know your name when you didn’t remember giving her and waved instead. Slowly, her figure grew smaller and smaller with each distance the carriage took until she was merely a sparkle among the fireflies. You smiled sadly as you rested against the plush couch, musing about how lucky you were to meet such a kind woman. Maybe God finally took pity on you for once? Whatever it was, you thanked her from the bottom of your heart and hoped you could talk to her again.

Hopefully, as a friend.

Unfortunately, your little praying session was cut short when the horse suddenly stopped in front of a humongous building. The coach opened the door to your left and extended a hand. You tentatively accepted his help, unaccustomed with the gentlemanly gesture, and climbed out of the carriage. You gawked at the extravagance, the guards that stationed in every door, and the elegant guests. Gripping the skirt of your dress, you wondered if it wasn’t too late for you to return to your home. You felt so out of place, like an alien. What if someone noticed your ineptitude and kicked you out?

But going home meant wasting the fairy’s hard work, and although you doubted the probability of your second meeting, you refused to disappoint her.

Swallowing the ball of nerves that clogged your throat, you steeled yourself and shakily entered the palace. You thought you caught a couple of guards sending suspicious glances in your direction, but you quickly shook your head to dispel the image. Don’t think about unpleasant things, and you should be fine.

At least, that was what you hoped until someone approached you.

“Hello, hello!” Your heart nearly leaped out of its cage when a trenchant voice boomed. Was it just your suspicion or were you being jumpier and more airheaded today? A tall man with yellow hair and red streaks stood in front of you, smiling widely. “You have a unique dress there, Miss. I like it! It reminds me of my hair color.”

His hair…

Did that meant this person was–?

“T-thank you...!” Almost instinctively, you bowed to hide your flaming cheeks. That cheeky fairy…! She should’ve told you earlier! How would you suppose to act now?! “I’m… I’m glad you like it, Your Highness.”

Oh, great. Now you acted as if you were trying to grab his attention. At this rate, you wouldn’t be much different than your sisters.

The princess laughed exuberantly, but you detected no mockery of your apparent nervousness. Only genuine amusement and… interest? You shook your head and clenched the dress. He must be interested due to your striking garment, not because of who you were. The thought both dismayed and relieved you.

“You’re quite an entertaining one, Miss.” Extending a hand, he beamed. “May I have this dance?”

Dance?! Oh, no. How could you forget about this important detail? Don’t accept, don’t accept, don’t accept –

“… S-sure.”

Darn it. Now you were going to embarrass yourself in front of him, you just knew it. How could you expect an ordinary girl, whose job was housekeeping, to suddenly be able to dance flawlessly?

But it wasn’t too late. You just… you just needed to follow his lead. You were going to make a lot of mistakes, but as long as you appeared to focus on his movements, he’d surely overlook your clumsiness. Hopefully.

The prince ushered you to the center of the ballroom, and only now did you realize that the guests had long stopped doing their activities and were staring at you. The sheer intensity, ranging from envy to curiosity, encumbered you. However, he squeezed your hand gently as a sign of reassurance and smiled cordially.

“Just focus on me,” he whispered as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him. You knew it was part of the dance, and yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart thundered at the seemingly intimate gesture. “and you’ll soon forget them.”

You weren’t sure if it was that easy to disregard the plethora of guests standing on the sidelines – you weren’t him who was used to the attention – but you nodded anyway. The fact that the prince of Rengoku had gone out of his way to invite you to dance was flattering enough, so you just had to humor him in return.

“May I know the name of my partner?” he inquired after a short period of adjustment. He chuckled when you accidentally stepped on his foot and dismissed your flustered apologies.

“[N-Name], Your Highness.” you murmured bashfully, the minor flaw mortified you beyond belief.

“Now, now, no need to be so formal. Just call me Kyōjurō.”

You stared into his dilated eyes, mentally inquiring the reason behind the abrupt informality. Wouldn’t it be rude of you to call a prince by his first name? But he didn’t seem to mind, so that should be fine… right?

“Ah, alright… Kyōjurō.”

His already wide smile expanded as he squeezed your hand, satisfied with your immediate albeit reluctant compliance. Kyōjurō knew, the moment he laid his eyes on your skittish figure – so foreign yet precious – you were quite the meek one. The way you constantly looked around, alert at the slightest hint of disturbance, suggested that this was the first time you attended a party. And, probably, his home itself.

Kyōjurō wasn’t a fool. He’d studied too many books about body language to know that you didn’t belong here, that you acted far too nervous for the typical noble. You were probably a peasant that somehow got invited, and regretted coming once you saw the environment.

Though, it didn’t mean that you couldn’t familiarize yourself. Given enough time, he was certain that you’d be accustomed to the royal life and its benefits.

The rest of the night was spent with an impromptu dance lesson, laughter, and small talks. Due to his easy nature, you almost forgot that he was still a prince underneath; someone that you wouldn’t have the courage to talk to otherwise. And, for a moment, you were led to believe that he was some kind of a long-lost friend. The kind of friend that you always wished to have.

Until the clock struck, shattering your fairy tale that he silently weaved with his persona.

“I-I’m sorry, Kyōjurō, but I need to go.” You tried to release your hand from his grasp, but shockingly, he refused to budge. “Kyōjurō, my mother is waiting for me at home.”

No, she didn’t. But a tiny voice told you that something was wrong with him, and of course, your stepmother would definitely blow a fuse once she learned about your disappearance.

“I can send a guard to relay her a message that her daughter has been chosen as my future wife.”

You faltered, and Kyōjurō took this as an opportunity to pull you towards him and hug you as tightly as he could.

“W-what are you talking about, Your Highness?” Perturbed, you’d unknowingly reverted to the formal title, much to his displeasure. “I don’t… I don’t understand! What do you mean by ‘chosen’? I’m not… I’m not going to marry you, am I? That’s just impossible.”

“[Name],” For the first time in his life, Kyōjurō faked a smile. Not that you’d be able to differentiate it from his usual demeanor, though. “don’t you know what the purpose of this party is?” When you shook your head, he grinned knowingly. Every guest knew, except you. And that just proved his theory right. “It’s to find a perfect candidate for my future spouse. And I’ve picked you, among these women.”

You balked at him and attempted to claw his hand had he didn’t catch your wrist.

“No, I refuse! You can’t just… decide something without my permission!” Despite your ardent rejection, your voice wavered as desperate tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You wondered why nobody rescued you from him, or if his status intimidated them too much. “Your Highness, please…! Let me go. I want to go home, please! Just search someone else instead, please!”

“So you could return to your ordinary life?”

You gaped at him, and you both watched as the dress that flattered your body reverted to its normal rugs. Somewhere in the outside, you could hear the guards shouting about ‘a carriage that turned into a pumpkin’ and ‘a rat’. The events that occurred were too much for you to bear, and for the first time in your life, you broke down publicly.

In the balcony of Rengoku palace, you collapsed right before his eyes and bawled. Your hair was a mess, bruises discolored your body, and your eyes were bloodshot, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything anymore. Why should you, when you’d revealed to him that you were merely an imposter? An alien that could never fit in this stately environment. A peasant whose skills were only housekeeping and surviving.

No, you sobbed. You really didn’t fit anywhere, did you? Not even your closest family, who instantly rejected you once your father died. Why did he have to die? Why did your parents have to leave you alone at their vicious hands? This was unfair. You wanted to go with them, too.

“Sssh… it’s okay, it’s okay.” Kyōjurō crouched beside you and patted your back as though it’d magically fix everything that ruined you. “Everything’s going to be alright, now.” No, it didn’t, but you couldn’t utter that. The tears had yet to run out, after all. “I’ll ensure that you live comfortably with me.”

You didn’t respond, but the fact that you no longer opposed him and accepted his affection was enough for him. Caging you in his tender embrace, Kyōjurō closed his eyes and relished the proximity.

Searching the culprit to your abuse should be the first step to establish your new life, but he could do that later. For now, he needed to bring you to your shared room so you could have a proper rest. He knew just how exhausting crying could be to your body, and he didn’t want you to fall asleep during your ‘heart-to-heart’ conversation later.

Junko: 順子

Ryōka: 良華

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guksauce · 5 years

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✨Paradise✨

Description: Ryung finds herself caught in a dream she never thought she’d have after receiving an invitation by her older brother, Kim Nam-joon, to join him on the road with 6 other members of Worldwide famous, BTS.

Word count- 4,652k

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Chapter 1 •Guilt•

“Ryung, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late sis.” My ears perked up when my brother called from the bottom of the stairs and I was reminded of the journey I was about to take. Namjoon stood at the door to hold it open for me and tapped his foot to whatever rhythm was pulsing through his soul. I couldn’t help but admire him, smirking for just a moment before I came hopping down the stairs.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked, amusement written all over his face as he ruffled my hair.

“Making fun of you for being so impatient, Joonie.” I said and pushed past him, winking. He chuckled happily and helped me shove my bag into the trunk and raised his eyes to me.

“Its good to have you around again kid.” He said, gently pinching my chin with a smile before retreating to the driver’s side.

The drive felt almost too short as I watched the world pass by until we pulled up to BigHits studio and climbed out. My mind was still stuck on one of the songs we sang together in the car, our faces; ridiculous attempts at corny performances as I hummed the tune quietly and walked through the front entrance. We laughed in the car on the way here between chorus’s and rolled the windows down as we drove across the bridge to let everyone hear how much fun we were having. Not a care in the world.

I hadn’t seen Namjoon in probably 5 years. As soon as he moved out, he was on to bigger and better things than working in our family’s small street restaurant. Before long he was the leader of a group called BTS. One that had now become worldwide famous, and impressively so. Our parents couldn’t be prouder regardless of the pain it brought them. Almost every year since BTS debuted, they’ve been on tour and television and radio and numerous other entertainment shows, and only were able to visit home every so often. By the time he was available to come home, I would be studying at school and working, though I could have very well asked to come home to spend time with him after having not seen him for so long. Through all of it we tried to stay in touch. He understood that I was just trying to make a life for myself and did nothing but encourage me. We are close in a nonconventional way and it works, though the guilt I feel for not knowing as much as I should about my brothers passion is overbearing sometimes.

“They’re very excited to meet you. Hoseok and Yoongi have been asking about you all week.” I looked to Namjoon, my eyes squinting in the sunlight, and grinned.

“How unusual for Yoongi.” We grinned at each other, sharing a look of equal sarcasm as we walked inside.

The hallways were bustling with life, BigHit worker bee’s buzzing around, getting all the necessary things done to assure the best outcome for when it came time for BTS to take the stage again. I was impressed with how focused everyone seemed to be. But even through their professional state, they all bowed to Joonie and me and greeted us individually as we made our way to the dance practice room. Just as we reached the door I stopped in my tracks and balled my hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, I already felt oddly out of place in this building and I hadn’t even met the most important people.

“What’s wrong Ry?” Namjoon’s hand rested on the handle, turning it slowly as he looked at me and my heart skipped a beat in my chest as I threw my hands forward.

“Wait! Wait, wait…” I started and cleared my throat. “What if they don’t like me Joonie?” I asked quietly and he stared at me blankly for what seemed like forever as I waited for him to give me an honest answer. It surprised me, to say the least, when he threw his head back and started laughing manically, slapping the wall to keep himself from doubling over. I started to laugh as well but it quickly turned into a groan of annoyance when he finally composed himself and spoke calmly, trying to catch his breath.

“Aaiishhh, my stomach. I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious. And insane by the way. They love everyone. They will definitely like you.” He said, trying valiantly to wash away the nervous breakdown I was about to have, and pushed open the door, holding his hand out to me. Thankfully, taking it made my stomach stop churning so much and I took another deep breath, stepping through the threshold with him. He kept me behind him at first and I gripped the back of his shirt for an extra boost of confidence.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon said to the group of men I knew were standing in front of him. I could hear heavy breathing and giant gulps of water as they all came walking up to him.

“You’re late hyung.” A low voice spoke, and I could feel Namjoon’s body shake with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I brought a surprise with me though.” He said.

“A surprise? Where?” Another of the members asked, the voice soft and fluffy, like a cloud. I took the opportunity to peak my head around Joonie’s arm and smiled.

“RYUNG-SSI!” Hoseok yelled, the first of them all to notice and he pulled me from my hiding spot to trap me in a hug. I giggled as he lifted me off my feet and spun me before letting me back down.

“Look at you Ryung-ssi, you’ve grown up! You’re so beautiful!” He exclaimed in perfect English and took my hand, lifting it so he could spin me around. I laughed and hugged him again.

“Me? Listen to you Hobi, your English is so good now! I’m proud of you!” His smile grew wider so as he looked up to Namjoon.

“You can thank your brother for that. He’s been teaching all of us.” I heard Yoongi say as he approached us and enveloped me in a hug. It was my turn to be surprised. Over the years Joonie would facetime me almost every other night, to check on me, our parents, and to make sure everything was going ok at home while he was on the road, and Yoongi and Hobi were always with him. I felt like I knew both well, and that being said, Yoongi never struck me as the kind of person that would, of his own will, accept physical contact of any form. I was flattered and It made me smile as I cuddled a little deeper in his arms before he could pull away.

“Guys this is my little sister, Ryung.” Joonie announced to the others and continued to introduce me to the rest of the members, pointing first to the one with the fluffy pink hair.

“This is Jimin.” Jimin was beautiful. His face was flawless, though all their faces were, and his eyes turned into cute crescent moons as he smiled at me and waved.

“Its nice to meet you Ryung-ssi.”

“This is Jin.” He pointed to the next. He was tall and broad shouldered, but his features were soft and playful as he smiled and pointed at himself.

“That’s me. You can just call me Worldwide Handsome. It rolls off the tongue better.” He joked, or didn’t joke, either way it made me giggle as he waved just as Jimin had. “Its nice to meet you.”

The next was already smiling from ear to ear a smile SO boxy it made me squeal and pinch his cheeks, to which he did the same to me and laughed.

“Namjoon-hyung, she’s like a puppy!” Tae. I recognized him as much as I did the others, through magazine covers and funny video’s that would appear on my social media accounts. Much like Jimin, he was utterly adorable, and I had also been so excited to meet him one day. Behind me, Joonie laughed and clapped his hands at our silly show of affection. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Ryung-ssi.” He said in perfect English, his accent only adding more adorableness to him.

“You too Taehyung.” I turned to Namjoon, releasing Tae’s face, and praised him for his English teaching. I’d seen interviews of him online talking about how watching Friends helped him learn English. It always gave me a sense of pride and nostalgia, remembering the late nights we would stay up during summer holiday, gorging ourselves on chips and too many soft drinks while we copied what the actors were saying. I would always get so mad at him for picking on me while we tried to learn, but then would always end up laughing at each other when we would get it wrong.

The last of the men to greet me was one I had avoided eye contact with since Joonie and I walked through the door. There was nothing wrong with him…God, everything about him is so right. I really didn’t know anything about him but much like the interviews, pictures of his latest outfit or selfies, always float around my social media.

“And this is Jungkook.” He had his arms crossed as he leaned to the right with his head tilted just slightly as he examined his shoes. His hair had grown since the last time I saw him in a video or picture. It suits him really well. I thought as he lifted his eyes to me for the first time and smiled a small smile, bowing his head briefly, giving me ample opportunity to watch as his hair fell just over his eyes before waving.

“Nice to meet you.” He said quickly and I returned the bow.

“You as well Jungkook.” I replied, a little disappointed by how uninterested he seemed as well as distracted, but I smiled anyway hoping to ease the tension written in his body language somehow.

“Alright guys.” Namjoon stepped forward, resting his hand on my shoulder, and flashed a toothy smile. “Let’s get to work.”

I was mesmerized by their ability to dance and stay together. I was as clumsy as they came so it was satisfying to see them move as a unit. They were perfect in every way, hitting every beat of the music with ease. I smiled in the mirror when Jimin pointed at me during one of the songs and blushed when their bodies rolled effortlessly in time with the song they danced to now. It was one I hadn’t heard yet but loved. I heard one of the staff say it was called ‘Dimple’. It was catchy and cute and made it hard not to move along with it. So as not to be a distraction, I saved myself the embarrassment of trying to dance in front of them, and settled with just swaying my hips side to side until the song was over.

I made the mistake of clapping when they were done. Not that I didn’t want to but the room was unexpectedly silent for at least 3 dozen people to have just watched 7 men kick ass, the only audible noise the sound of their heavy breathing, but I was just so impressed with their performance that it was inevitable. They all looked to me in the reflection of the mirror they danced in front of with confused faces along with all the staff in the room with us. So much for embarrassing myself…

Putting my hands down, I gripped them behind my back and leaned against the wall, looking away from the mirror as they all came running over for a drink of water.

“Thank you. For clapping, I mean. No one ever claps for us here because it’s just practice, but that was a nice feeling.” Jin’s voice was clear and kind as I looked up at him. He smiled and gently pinched my chin between his fingers before walking away with his water, plopping down onto the floor.

“AISSHHH IM SO TIRED!” He yelled and sprawled out like a starfish, the others following suit. I was thankful for his yelling diverting the unwanted and awkward attention I was feeling. I built up the courage to leave the wall and sat in the middle of the group as they relaxed.

“You guys are incredible. That was amazing. No wonder army loves you so much.” It was true, I could see now why their fanbase was so vast and supportive. They worked hard to show them everything they had, every time and I felt lucky to be a part of it all.

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

“So, this is how you spend your evenings? It’s nice to have a meal like this together.” The rest of the day had gone by quickly and the night was coming to an end as we all crowded around the table in Namjoon’s hotel room. Boxes of local Asian cuisine covered every inch of its rectangular surface while we all dug into the different choices, some noodles here, some chicken there. They all hummed agreements to my question and statement and continued to stuff themselves with their chopsticks. It reminded me of those moments in anime when the characters would shovel whatever they were eating into their mouths wildly and with a quickness. That’s exactly what they all were, great characters.

“Yeah, we try to come together whenever we can to talk about any questions or concerns about any upcoming shows. We also take this time to talk about how were feeling and doing. Kind of like a check-up to make sure everything is going smoothly.” Yoongi explained and slurped up another noodle from his bowl.

I smiled, looking down at the takeout box in my hand, halfway empty with noodles. Without meeting their gazes, I took a moment to think through what I was going to say to them next. The day with them all proved to me just how close they all were as I watched them interact with each other. Especially how they behaved with Joonie. It proved to me just how much I didn’t know about my brother and his personality and his family. I felt…well…guilty for not being more involved in his life and with the people that meant the most to him.

“Thank you, guys, for taking care of Joonie. He’s found something very special here with all of you.” I spoke softly but jumped when Hoseok sat up straight and coughed up part of his food, grains of sticky rice falling from his lips as he laughed.

“JOONIE?!” He exclaimed with his eyes wide and a hearty laugh escaping him as Tae patted him on the back, joining in on the laughter with the others.

“I don’t need taken care of!” Namjoon yelled and faked a pout.

“What a cute nick-name! Joonie!” Hoseok managed to shout this time without spitting his food out onto himself and the floor.

“Baby Joonie.” Yoongi said and smiled a cheesy smile, sticking his tongue out at Namjoon who rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Aaisshh! Cut it out! Ryung-ssi, why did you have to say that around them?”

“Ow! he’s blushing!” Jin said and laughed, swatting at his knee, almost laughing himself off the end of the couch, making Namjoon point and laugh.

Watching them together was like…watching Friends with my brother all those years ago. He was smiling and laughing like we used to when we were kids, his whole aura lighting up like a Christmas tree the more they bothered him about my nickname for him in the same way he would pick on me for not being able to say the name ‘Rachel’ right for the first few months of our English experiment. Everything went into slow motion as they all laughed together and picked on one another. I felt myself shrinking further away as I listened to their voices blend together, thinking that if I said anything, it would be like a knife. I don’t want to cut into this…

Setting my noodles on the table, I stood, unsure of where exactly I was going to go but knowing I needed to get out of there now before I ruined the mood for them. I put on a show of yawning and stretching my arms high above my head so that none of them would find my change in my demeanor suspicious before making my way to the door and out stepped into the hallway without bothering them. I lent against the door after shutting it behind me, their presence trying to pull me back into the room to enjoy the fun of bullying my brother with them, but my room was just 3 doors down. The crisp white sheet and fluffy pillows on the bed were beckoning me to lay down. It seemed best that I let them have their time together.

2 Hours later I heard them all come shuffling down the hallway, splitting up in different directions to their own rooms for the night and I sighed, sinking down further under my blanket. 3 knocks at my door made me sit up rod straight, thinking maybe it was Joonie coming to ask me why I left so suddenly. I panicked and looked around in my mind, desperately searching for an explanation or excuse that would be suitable enough to not make him worry. Climbing out of bed I tied my robe around me tight and walked to the door, raking my hand through my hair worriedly as I swung it open and started talking immediately.

“I’m so sorry I left so soon Joon…ie…oh. Hi, Jungkook?” To my surprise, Namjoon wasn’t on the other side of the door but rather the last person I expected to come knocking on my door in the middle of the night. A fluttering feeling rumbled in my chest as he stood over me, a smirk settling on his lips when I realized it was him.

“Hi. I uh…just wanted to check on you. You left without saying anything earlier, so…” He said nervously, rubbing the back of his head. I took my hand from my hair and nodded, stepping to the side.

“Would it be ok if we talked for a little bit?” I asked and he nodded. Now was as good a time as any to get over this ridiculous feeling. What better way than to dive right in?

“Of course.” He walked through the door and followed me out onto the balcony. We leaned against the railing and looked out over the city. The air was warm, and the neighborhood was busy, the nightlife buzzing quickly around the streets, the lights bright and the people brighter regardless of the dark sky.

“Namjoon is doing so well.” I said and stared at a neon sign in one of the restaurants windows across the street. We stayed quiet like this for what felt like an hour as I collected my thoughts. “I don’t feel like I should be here.” I stated honestly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jungkook look in my direction and rest his chin in his palm.

“Why do you feel like that? Has something happened?” He asked and I shook my head vigorously.

“No, no, not at all! I…” I turned to him then and stuck my hands out in front of me, afraid I had offended him. “No, you guys have been wonderful to me since I arrived, really. I just…Let me start over.” I insisted and I sat in one of the chairs, shaking my head clear as he followed suit waiting for me to try again. “I don’t really know what I’m feeling. I feel like a terrible sister for not spending more time with Joonie. I feel like I’m interrupting something I have no right to be a part of because I haven’t been here since the beginning like I should have been. I feel like…I’m in the way. I don’t know what to talk about when I’m around all of you, though I really should because you guys and all of this is such a huge part of my brother’s life and I’ve just missed all of it. But also because you’re all so awesome. I’m mad at myself for not trying harder to be with him or to visit while you guys were touring. I feel so selfish for picking myself over him, for not being better…I could have been better.” My words were starting to turn into mumbled sobs by the end and I couldn’t control the tears that kept threatening to spill out as one dropped from my bottom lashes.

“Hey, woah. Don’t cry princess. Hey, its okay.” He spoke softly, just barely over a whisper and reached out to me. He cupped his hands over my cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that ran down to my chin. “Look, Namjoon…is not the type to care about that stuff. I’m sure he doesn’t mind that you were trying to live your life. You’re his baby sister no matter where you go and no matter what happens. Why would he bring you here if he didn’t want you here? Why would he bring you here if he had even the slightest doubt that you wouldn’t fit in with the rest of us. He must have seen something in us that reminded him of you, to make him want so badly for you to come all this way to meet us.” I kept my eyes shut as I listened to him speak and focused on the timber of his voice, soft and calming. He gently pinched my chin and lifted it, making me open my eyes and look at him for the first time since id started babbling. I found myself swimming in dark honey orbs. I was acutely aware now, of the term of endearment he’d used just moments ago, and tried with all my might not to let the blush I could feel coming on get out of hand as he continued to speak.

“The way you pinched Tae’s cheeks was the first real signal I got that you belong with us. And he called you a puppy. He loves puppies. If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.” He chuckled, the smile spreading on his face reaching his eyes this time, reminding me of how coldly he looked at me when we first got to practice earlier today. I made a mental note to confront him about it at a later time.

I looked over his face, memorizing every detail while he kept hold of my cheeks and made sure to get every tear that spilled from me. His skin was flawless, the bridge of his nose; thin and sculpted to perfection, his eyes dark and smoldering. His lips were plump and pink and parted slightly, revealing his white teeth. And just under his bottom lip was a single beauty mark, right in the center. An imperfection that couldn’t possibly be able to make him more attractive yet somehow it did.

“You don’t have to worry any more about whether or not you fit in here. Just be yourself and I promise you’ll be ok.”

He was right and I knew it already. I knew my thoughts were silly, but I genuinely didn’t want to pop up in the middle of something my brother was already so immersed in. I swallowed and clenched my jaw as I dropped my eyes to the floor and nodded. He pushed back my hair, curling it around my ear, his fingertips tickling the sensitive skin on my neck at the base of my ear as I looked back up at him. His smile was enough to make he feel better.

“Hello, anyone home?” Jungkook and I jumped back away from each other as though we’d both been doing something we shouldn’t have and cleared our throats. Trying to keep my heartbeat at a safe pace, I swallowed once more for extra measure and called out to my brother who I could see through the blinds checking the bathroom to see if I was there.

“Out here Joonie!” I called and stole a glance at Jungkook. He had sunk further into the chair he sat in and pulled his phone out from his pocket. I giggled at his attempt to look normal, though he didn’t need to try so hard.

“There you are. I was wondering where you went.” Namjoon said, stepping outside onto the balcony with us. He glanced down at Jungkook and then back to me. I couldn’t quite gauge the expression on his face, a mix between good and bad. “Hey Jungkook.” He said.

“Hello Hyung-ssi.” Junkook replied, standing to lean against the balcony railing again.

“I just came to say goodnight and to tell you to prepare for a day outside. We got the day off tomorrow and there’s a beach we always come to when were home and have some time off. It’s just a little out of town so that’s where we will be going. You brought your swimming gear, right?” Joonie asked with a wide smile and gave me 2 thumbs up when I nodded briskly. “Alright come here.” He scooped me up in a hug he didn’t know I needed, and I wrapped my arms around his torso tighter than I normally would have, nuzzling my face into his chest.

“Are you ok sis?” He asked me in English, reminding me again of who my brother is. I nodded against his chest before pulling away.

“Alright, get some sleep. Ill see you in the morning.” He said and kissed the top of my head before heading back to his room, but not before taking another questioning look in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook turned to me then and I gave him no warning before hugging him too, tightly like I did for Joonie and listened to his heartbeat. It took him a moment, but he finally thawed and wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head.

“Thank you for talking with me tonight. You really made some things clear to me. I feel a lot better about my place here.” I whispered and heard him huff a small laugh through his nose as he squeezed me a little tighter, rubbing my back in slow circles.

“No problem. I’m here to listen if anything ever bothers you. I’m here for you for anything if you need it.” He also spoke in English, his accent making a few of the words sound a little off but it was so cute I didn’t even care. It was just more proof that with these 7 men was, no, IS exactly where I needed to be. I vowed to be more open and more myself when I was around them from now on.

Giving Jungkook one more squeeze, I walked him to the door and thanked him again. He bowed and quickly gave my chin a small grab before leaving me to my thoughts for the night. New thoughts now, positive and happy, flooded my mind in place of the ones that had been building walls in my head. That night was the first in weeks that I drifted peacefully off to sleep, without any problem, to the hum of the city below.

{Hello everyone! I hope all of you are doing well and learning to love yourself through all of it. This is my first time posting a BTS fan fiction, so I hope I’ve done a good job. Let me know what you think if you decide to give it a read! To all my fellow army, I love you! Enjoy, lovely’s! -MissJK❣️}

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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If you are taking requests, "y'know your roof might not be the safest place to stargaze" with aizawa? Your Christmas countdown was very cute and well written! Thank you for all the hard work you put into your writing💜💜💜💜

Ahhh, Starry Anon, you’re so sweet! Thank you for taking the time to read my works and make a request! Interactions like this are just so reassuring and validating, and certainly make me want to write and share so much more. ^^ I hope you enjoy this mashup between your prompt and the “Secret Admirer” prompt for my Valentine’s Day Countdown!

In the Stars -Day 5 | Secret Admirer-

Summary: You were going to do it- you were determined to ask Aizawa out. At least, you intended to, except he didn’t make it back to his office before classes started and you ran late to your first meeting, which set you back clear through lunch. By then, a rumor was in full bloom that he had a secret admirer. Despite your efforts, it was fated for you to remain anonymous that day, so you decided to roll with it and play into being a secret admirer. At the end of the week, you left a simple message for him to find and meet you. With high hopes, you waited beneath the stars.

Theme Song: Waiting for Love - Avicii

Reader: Gender Neutral

Words: 1963

'Where there’s a will, there’s a way' kind of beautiful…

Monday morning. This was it- this was going to be the year you finally did it. You were going to ask Aizawa out even though you’ve never seen the man express romantic interest towards anyone. It was a shot in absolute darkness, but after pining for so long, it would have been worse to let the crush start to fester.

Before heading to your office, you stopped by the teachers’ area, hoping to see Aizawa seated at his desk next to Yamada’s. No one was there. Coats hung on the back of chairs, coffee cups sat on a few desks, but all the teachers were out. Maybe they all had a meeting before classes started? You hung around for a few minutes and leaned against his cleared off desk, looking at the rose and rolling it by the stem between your index finger and thumb before placing it down. Beginning to second guess yourself, you held the edge of the desk as you sighed, closing your eyes as the excitement turned to anxiety.

A glance at the clock alarmed you, and you immediately stood up and half ran out, seeing that you stayed a full 5 minutes longer than you intended to and were now late to your first meeting. You finally slowed to a walk and composed yourself before rounding the corner of the hallway to your office, a student waiting outside for your one-on-one.

By the time lunch came around, five minutes late turned into twenty, and to make up for it, you decided to eat in your office while completing the paperwork that accompanied each student evaluation you did. As you carried your meal past the teachers, you overheard Aizawa getting teased in their gossip.

“He just stood there, staring at and then started working around it because he didn’t want to move it!” Present Mic laughed, making Midnight giggle.

“Really, Eraser? It was just a rose,” she snickered. “Honestly, it’s so surprising that you’ve got a secret admirer. Out of all the single teachers here, someone’s longing for you.” Midnight clicked her tongue with a playful roll of her eyes. “It’s about time.”

“It was probably meant for someone else. I’ll leave it alone so the person can find it where they left it.”

You’d forgotten about that rose when you checked the time, and didn’t have a moment to think of it again until you were reminded. Before giving yourself the chance to step into that conversation, you quickly returned to your office. Being a secret admirer never crossed your mind- you were much more direct than that. If you didn’t have to catch up on work, you would have interjected or spoken with Aizawa when you saw him, but if you wanted your afternoon to run on schedule, that would have to wait.

At the end of the day, you stopped by classroom 1-A to see if he was in, but once again found an empty room. You scoffed at your luck, amused for thinking that it must have been a sign that you shouldn’t confess your feelings. Sign or no sign, you were stubborn, and once you decided this was going to happen, there was no stopping you. As you left U.A., you began to think about what you overheard during lunch. Hell, why not?

Over the course of the week, you had masterfully avoided Aizawa. You were caught by some of the staff members, but it didn’t take much to convince them to keep quiet and let this secret admirer business play out. In fact, they thought it was kind of cute and even helped you out. At one point, Kayama texted you that Class 1-A was on the training grounds so you could stop by and place a cheesy card at the podium. Yamada actually gave him one of the gifts for you and teased his friend a bit with the knowledge he withheld. Fortunately for you, that withholding only went one way.

“I never thought I’d see the day Aizawa had a secret admirer, much less the day that he actually expressed interest and curiosity about it,” he casually mused, reclining on the chaise in your office. “You’ve got him looking over his shoulder, and it’s precious.”

“Looking over his shoulder? You make it sound like I’m scaring the man,” you chuckled.

“Well, you probably are a little bit. He’s never been courted like this. The last person who sought his affections ended up repelling him more than enticing. But at least he’s not running away from the thought of having a secret admirer.”

The words struck a bit of a chord with you. It never occured to you that you could end up pushing him away in playing into the accidental role you embraced.

“When do you plan on revealing yourself anyway, (Y/N)?”

“I was thinking tomorrow, but I haven’t exactly thought of how to yet. None of this was actually planned at first,” you laughed as you confessed that. Yamada sat up and looked at you with raised brows and obvious curiosity, prompting you to explain. “I never intended to be a secret admirer. I just forgot the rose on his desk because I lost track of time and was late for my first student. I nearly interjected at lunch when you and Kayama teased him but didn’t have the time, and when I went to tell him after school, he wasn’t where I looked. All signs pointed to not telling him, but you know the saying, right? Where there’s a will, there’s a way? Well, the secret admirer way seemed like fun.”

Yamada listened as you explained the chain of events for the first day, a smirk pressing onto his lips at the end. “It’s certainly been fun for the rest of us. You’ve caught his attention more than anyone else who’s tried. He’s started anticipating things and tries to get Midnight and me to give you away,” he laughed, standing up. “Shouta’s kinda cute when he’s like this. I almost don’t want you to own up to it, but he deserves the pleasant surprise. I’m sure you’ll think of something good for the big reveal.”

You spent the night thinking of how best to come clean, and by the time it came for your delivery, it was incredibly simple. At the end of the day, Aizawa returned to his desk with a single rose on top of a folded note. Actually, it was a map that highlighted a neighborhood. Giving him your address would be far too easy, and even though he could probably look up which staff members lived in that area, you simply hoped he wouldn’t. Accompanying the map was a crisply penned poem:

Roses are red, and stars shine bright. With the roof, my bed- will you find me tonight?

All that was left for you to do was wait. That’s how secret admirer stories always ended, right? With waiting, high hopes, and a rendezvous?

As night settled, you climbed onto your roof, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. Stargazing was one of your favorite ways to unwind- and you had one of the best spots. Despite Tokyo being incredibly polluted with light, from your little section of the world it seemed like the citylights were just a bit dimmer so you could see the stars. You laid back with a large blanket spread out beneath you, pillow cushioning your hands as they cradled your head. If he didn’t come and everything ended tonight, at least you would be here- one of your favorite places to be, enjoying one of your favorite things to do.

Losing yourself in the constellations, you could have sworn you saw otherworldly dashes of light from one star to another. The longer you stared, the more tricks your mind played. Maybe that was why you enjoyed laying out here so much. At any other time, you fully trusted your head, but in the quiet stillness beneath the stars, you occasionally doubted it. You could afford to doubt it in a time and place like this.

“Y’know, your roof might not be the safest place to stargaze.”

You blinked and turned your head to face the voice, meeting the hero perched on the telephone pole next to your home. With parted lips, you stared at him for a moment. He brought your head back down from the clouds, yet you felt like the reality you returned to was surreal. Aizawa actually came to find you- and what’s more, he bothered to let you know that he did.

“Yeah, and powerlines aren’t the safest surface to run on,” you smirked at him, coming to terms with the moment. After all, this is what you hoped for. “You might actually be safer over here with me. What’dya say?” You sat up and scooted from the middle of your blanket to the side, patting the open space after inviting him to join you.

“I suppose having a hero join you would make the scenario safer,” he agreed, hopping over the gap from the roof and post effortlessly. You swore this man knew how to fly, or at least got damn close to it without having a quirk that made flying a possibility. As he settled into the blanket, you offered him the pillow you were using, helping him get a little more comfortable.

“Just so you know, because you’re over here… you’ve basically accepted the fact that I’m going to cuddle you.”

“I’d hope so, after a week of dropping hints.”

Your cheeks warmed with a blush at his words. His answer sounded so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Turning his dark eyes to you, he gave you a gentle smile that the moonlight made even softer. He placed one hand under his head on the pillow, and outstretched the arm of his other, inviting you to his body. Without hesitance or making him wait, you laid on your back beside him, using his bicep as a pillow. As you got comfortable, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his muscles.

For a while, you two gazed at the stars and talked constellations, pointing out new ones and revisiting the stories of old. Gradually, you turned more and more into him, your head slowly moving from his arm to his shoulder, and then from his shoulder to his chest until you were hugging him on your roof and being held in return. Starry words turned dreamy, and in the hours you two laid together, confessions of adoration and budding infatuation surfaced.

Aizawa saw to it that you made it inside safely, watching as you climbed down and through your window. Once inside, you leaned out to look at him, only to watch him lower himself upside down to you. A smile pressed onto your lips seeing him like this, his hair hanging completely out of his handsome face. Looking tired wasn’t something people typically found attractive, but he didn’t look tired even with dark circles under his eyes. Despite being sleep deprived, his mind was sharply awake, and that carried his fatigue with graceful strength. His scarf only slightly drooped down over his mouth, a good deal of the length used to harness him safely. With one hand, he pulled the scarf back, revealing a smile beneath it. You leaned forward, your hands preceding you and carefully taking hold of his face. Gently you kissed him, the angle foreign but the feeling welcome. Just barely, you felt his lips purse back against yours as he returned your affection.

“Goodnight, my starry-eyed admirer.”

…and if there’s love in this life, there’s no obstacle.

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Pieces of Me

Who: Rowan & Charlie When: Saturday, August 21st Where: Pawsome Animal Shelter What: Rowan shares a primordial part of her life with Charlie. All fluff and mishaps. Warnings: None

Rowan was all smiles as she made her way down the hallways of Erickson. It was still early, perhaps unfairly so, as the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but she was a woman on a mission. At least once a month, she would make the short drive to the outskirts of Brighton, all so she could get to spend the whole day doing volunteer work at a local animal shelter. This time, though, she didn't fancy going alone, and an idea immediately popped into her head. She knew just the person to take along. Knocking twice on Charlie's door, she waited, a small smile still on her face.

Charlizard was having an intensely pleasant dream that involved Hollywood celebrities and deep pits filled with sharks when a persistent knocking noise pulled her from her slumber. Untangling herself from Morgan, she padded to the door in what could generously be called a tank top and opened it just wide enough to peek through the crack. "Row?" she rubbed her bleary eyes with one hand. "What's wrong? Building on fire? Please tell me the building is on fire."

Rowan chuckled at the, dare she call it, adorable sight. "No fires to report; thankfully. I'm here to ask you to go somewhere with me. If you don't have plans, of course." She was quick to amend, not wanting to come off as too pushy. They could barely be called friends, but Rowan had to come to accept that she truly enjoyed the blonde's company, even when said blonde did her best to push all of her buttons. "I know it's early and all, but I promise to make it worth your while."

Charlizard had to blink a few more times to make sure that she was awake and understanding Row properly, but once she'd digested the idea a sleepy smile tugged at her lips. "I'd like that." She didn't even ask what their destination was, something she would have done with just about anyone else. "Just give me five minutes to throw some clothes on and maybe run a brush through my hair. Want to give me any hints to help me decide what to wear for this trip?"

Rowan couldn't help but grin, going as far as to clap once in excitement. "Definitely comfy jeans and boots, stuff you don't mind getting dirty." It wasn't easy to keep herself from focusing too hard on the girl's sleepy smile, and the way the sight tugged at something within her. It was just the excitement, that was all.

Charlizard was struck, even in her sleepy state, by how much Row's excitement made her happy in turn. She was, however, far too tired to figure out just what that meant. "I'm not even going to make the super obvious joke. I'd invite you to wait in here, but Morgan's still asleep and she takes getting woken up even worse than I do." Grinning, she quietly closed the door and found some old clothes in her bottom drawer that weren't long for the world: blue jeans, a little too tight, paired with a button-up shirt that was a little too big. The boots were a sacrifice; not her favorite pair, but ones that made her look good that wouldn't break her heart if she had to throw them out later. Hair and teeth were done quickly, her blonde mane pulled back into a ponytail, and a few minutes later she opened the door with a much more awake look in her eyes. "Acceptable?"

Rowan raked her eyes up and down Charlie's body, taking in the simple, but somehow very flattering outfit. It was really not fair for someone to be that effortlessly attractive. "Not acceptable; gorgeous." She said, and meant it. "Let's get this show on the road, then. I'll stop by McD's to get something to eat. Least I can do after waking you up so early." Twenty minutes later and armed with coffee and breakfast sandwiches, they were well on their way to Brighton. "Question, do you have any animal allergies?"

Charlizard grinned deviously, even if the compliment had also brought a flush to her cheeks. "Look who's talking. At least you've had a chance to actually wake up - then again, I've seen you rumpled in the morning and that's actually better anyway." She perked up immediately at the thought of a breakfast sandwich and a coffee. "You've got yourself a deal." Row's truck was somehow both perfect and ridiculous, much like the girl herself, and a shockingly comfortable ride ensued. Her question took Charlie slightly by surprise, but she swallowed the bite of hashbrown she was working on and shook her head. "Not that I know of. I mean I haven't been around every animal, but I know cats and dogs are fine at least."

Rowan thanked her lucky stars silently. She should've had the good mind to ask first, but since deciding to invite Charlie along had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, there really had been no time. "Well, guess there's no time like the present to find out if you're allergic to chickens. And cows, goats, raccoons, horses; you catch my drift." Winking at the blonde, she took a bite of her sandwich and focused back on the road. It didn't take that long, twenty more minutes on the road and a colorful sign welcomed them to Brighton. Five more minutes of navigating rough terrain and the green truck pulled up into a ranch. "Welcome to Pawsome animal sanctuary.!"

Charlizard still hadn't stopped being undone by that wink, although now her curiosity was raging. There weren't a whole lot of places that one would meet chickens, and unless Row was secretly an urban farmer then it seemed unlikely that it was somewhere she owned. "I guess I will," she agreed with a melodic laugh, washing down the last of her breakfast with a swig of hot, black coffee. McD's actually made some decent brew these days, and her eyes were far wider than they had been when they left the school. She watched for signs, turning to shoot Row an impressed grin when they reached their destination. "An animal sanctuary? That's awesome!" She loved animals, much more than she did most people.

Rowan felt relief wash over her as Charlie's excitement. She had been a little worried that the blonde might not exactly be the type to get down and dirty; literally. "I come here at least once a month. Sometimes it's much easier to deal with animals than people." Reaching behind the seats, she pulled two beat-up trucker hats; shoved one on and passed one to the blonde. "It's feeding time, let's see who's more of an ass; you or the actual donkeys."

Charlizard nodded, knowing exactly what Row meant by that. The trucker hat was almost post-ironic, or meta, or something, but she rolled with it all the same and snorted at the pithy comment from the driver's seat. "I'm sure it'll be a close contest, but we do know that I'm much more fun to pet." It was her turn to wink playfully as she slid down out of the truck and felt the ground give under her feet, just a little. Witty repartee aside, she was more than ready to see some cute animals.

Rowan was even impressed herself when she managed to scramble up a tree in an attempt to escape sure death. Everything had been going well, Charlie took to what was pretty much the role of a farmhand rather well. They fed the donkeys and horses, made friends with the chickens, and even got a heavy dose of love from the herd of dogs as they ran around with them. So, yeah, everything was fine, until they had walked by the chicken coop and she was face to face with her one true enemy. "Charlie, stop laughing and shoo it away!" She screamed, squealing in fear a moment later as the untameable beast made to reach for her. Toto the turkey was out for blood, and Rowan had been wholly unprepared. "I swear I'm going to kill you if you don't help me, Fabray!"

Charlizard had never spent so much time around any animals that weren't plainly domestic, but everything from the donkeys to the dogs were fun to interact with and take care of. For a long while she wasn't thinking of anything but the animals and how cute Row looked in her trucker hat and jeans. It was even better than the bar, because she was casual and relaxed. Nothing, though, topped watching her run from a turkey and climb a tree. It was so hard to stop laughing that she didn't bother, doing her best instead to corral the animal even though she could barely breathe. "Don't worry, Row! I'll save you from the vicious beast!"

Rowan screeched once more, and the ruckus was enough to attract the attention of some of the other volunteers. Everyone knew of the hatred the animal displayed towards Rowan, even when all the other animals had taken to her immediately, and such a show wasn't too out of the ordinary. "I'm going to murder you, Fabray." She said, finally climbing down the tree once Toto was led away from the commotion. She was all pouts and quiet grumbling as she dusted herself off, giving the still cackling blonde a dirty look. "No one will find your body, I promise you."

Charlizard looked innocently at Rowan, gesturing back toward the pen. "I'm sorry," she wheezed through her laughter. "I really was trying to get him back where he belonged, but this is the first time I've ever seen a turkey that wasn't in a roasting pan!" She gathered herself and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't help. But you can murder me if it makes you feel better." Gesturing toward the turkey, Charlie raised an eyebrow. "What'd you ever do to him?"

Rowan rolled her eyes, though it was hard to keep playing the angry card when Charlie's smile was that stupidly cute. "Nothing. I never did a single thing to him, save for existing. That's enough reason for him to hate my guts." The sun was already beginning its descent west when Rowan looked up at the sky and making a split decision, she took Charlie's hand and pulled her towards the stables. There, a lone man brushed a horse diligently, humming to himself. "Hey, Gramps! Can we take Judge for a ride?" The older man scoffed, but there was affection crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Not without introducing me to this lovely, young lady here." Smiling sheepishly at her slip up, she pulled Charlie forward. "Charlie, this is Gramps, he takes care of the horses and is all around a badass. Gramps, this is Charlie, my friend."

Charlizard looked dubious, but since she had no reason to disbelieve Row's version of events there was no choice but to blame it on the turkey. "In that case, that turkey is a dick. And I'm not going to wish that he becomes thanksgiving dinner or anything, but I do hope he falls over when he's chasing you next time and knocks himself out for a while." She gave the turkey a dirty look, and she was sure she got one back. It wasn't until Rowan tugged her hand that she realized how sore she was after a day's work with the animals...and how little she minded that. "A ride?" she asked softly, looking at the horse and the man taking care of it. "It's nice meeting you," she smiled at him, wondering how long Row had known him.

Rowan smiling placidly at the interaction, Rowan squeezed Charlie's hand before going to press a kiss to the man's temple. "Alright, old man, we're gonna go before you charm my date away from me." Gesturing for Charlie to follow, they made their way to the very end of the barn where a huge, silverish horse with a black mane immediately stuck its head over the gate with a soft neigh in greeting. "Hey there, boy. I missed you." Rowan allowed the horse to nuzzle her hair, then fished a carrot from her pocket and fed it to the horse. She produced another snack, a small apple this time, and passed it to Charlie to give it to the horse. "This beautiful beast is Judge. He's a bit temperamental but his love is easily bought with food."

Charlizard gave Rowan's hand a squeeze in return, wishing the older man well as she was quickly led into the barn. And while she never would have admitted it aloud, the appearance of a giant horse's head over the stall made her jump just a little. It was impressive watching just how easily Row interacted with him, like she'd been born to take care of huge animals that towered over her, and Charlie was more than a little in awe. "It's been a while since I was around a horse," she confessed. "Do I just give him the whole thing, or...?" it was probably a silly concern wondering whether the horse would have trouble with the apple's core, but she still had to ask.

Rowan nodded. "Yup, just hold it out with your hand open and he'll take it." And so the horse did, taking the treat and munching happily, before sniffing and insistently nuzzling Charlie's head. "Told you, he might already be in love with you. Come on, let's go for a ride before going back." Saddling the horse was second nature for her, and once they were ready and out on the field, a thought popped into her head and she looked at the blonde curiously. "Wait, do you know how to ride?"

Charlizard looked from the horse to the apple and nodded. "Gotcha." She lifted her hand high enough for the horse to take the apple and giggled softly as the fruit disappeared from her hand quicker than she could blink. "Hungry boy, aren't you?" she smiled, laughing more loudly as the horse nuzzled her. "I'm sorry, buddy, that's all I've got right now. Next time I'll bring you a whole bag of apples or however many you're allowed to eat in a day." Row's country girl ways were increasingly impressive, and Charlie could only watch as the horse was quickly saddled and led outside. "It's...been a long time," she admitted. "Not since I was a kid. I think I remember the basics, but that's about it."

Rowan shrugged. "The basics are more than enough since we'll be riding together and all. Here, you get up first." Getting Charlie situated was quite the amusing travesty, Judge was simply an imposing animal, but after much laughter and teasing, the blonde was safely on the saddle. "Okay, scoot forward so I can get on." Once Charlie did, Rowan easily jumped on, settling comfortably against the blonde's back and taking the reigns. "Alright, let's go, boy." A little nudge of encouragement and the horse took off at a leisurely pace.

Charlizard knew that whatever riding experience was in her past, it wasn't on anything the size of Judge. Fortunately, the horse was large but not unpleasant, and was more than willing to stand there stoically while she was hoisted from behind by Row and finally got herself in the saddle without immediately falling off the other side; a miracle in itself. She scooted forward as requested, making sure not to fall off in the process, and leaned back a little against her companion's slim form. As the horse began to move she reached for the saddle, holding on with knuckles that were only a little bit white. "Good boy, Judge," she praised, looking around the property as they moved.

Rowan led them towards a stream, far away from the property and into the place where the trees became thicker. It was a beautiful place and exactly what she needed to destress from the constant push and pull of school. Keeping the reigns in one hand, she wrapped he other around Charlie's waist. Nuzzling her neck, she hummed. "Yes, I know you're sweaty; no, I don't care."

Charlizard was impressed by the scenery; unlike anything back home, or around the campus, it was quiet and serene in a way that normally left her with too many thoughts. With Row behind her, though, there was a sense of peace that actually let her mind rest a little. As a soft hand pulled her close, she found her natural objection cut off by Rowan's soft voice. "Hey, if you don't care then I don't care. I'm happy to get you all sweaty too."

Rowan smiled against Charlie's skin. "You really are perpetually horny, aren't you? Is it something in the water fountains at Erickson?" She teased, though her ministrations proved it was her -- yet again -- that was trying to start something they simply couldn't finish at the time. She wasn't that shameless. "In which case, it would explain why I hardly can keep my hands to myself around you."

Charlizard nodded, admitting that without any further argument. "I'm pretty sure it's just me, not the school itself...although you know, come to think of it there does seem to be a lot of sex going on in that place." Rowan's proximity definitely had an effect on her, and the admission that it was mutual made her smile as well. "If you want to use that as an excuse, I'm okay with it. Whatever keeps your hands on me is just fine."

Rowan 's eyes narrowed at the reply. There was something about it that just didn't sit well with her. Maybe she was to different from Charlie, but she couldn't help her next words. "In all seriousness, you shouldn't accept anyone wanting to be with you under dumb excuses. If someone wants to be with you it should be solely because of you, because they want you and aren't afraid of it."

Charlizard turned a little in the saddle, wanting to look at Row in answer to her being surprisingly sweet and protective. She laid a hand against her cheek, smiling. "I promise I'm good with the consent thing. And as much as it may seem like it sometimes, I don't take anyone into my bed just because they want to be there. They need to do better than that. Like you did." There weren't many people who'd worked their way into her life the way Row had.

Rowan resisted the urge to lean into the touch. It was too intimate, in a way their sexual encounters weren't. Still, she didn't pull away or flinched at the contact. The answer made the furrow of her brow smooth out, placated for the time being. "Like I did, uh?" She asked, back to their usual banter and teasing smirks. "And what exactly did I do to earn it, miss Fabray?"

Charlizard laughed softly at being called Miss - the only people who did that were usually school administrators giving her shit for one thing or another. "You dealt with me like a person," she explained plainly. "You deal with my bullshit and call me on it. Plus you have a really good slap," she finished with a grin. "I still have dreams about that slap, and they're exceptionally good dreams."

Rowan snorted. She should've expected Charlie to bring that up at some point. "You're such a masochist, but I have to admit, it was the first time I got a date out of slapping someone." She lead them across the stream and around the edges of the property, the time spent among their usual banter and endless teasing. It was only fair to admit, even if only to herself, that having Charlie like that, being able to be that close without it leading to sex, was nice. She felt good, without worries or ghosts of the past haunting her. Maybe, just maybe... "I think it's better we head back, they're gonna close soon."

Charlizard shrugged. "I mean, I'm not going to deny it. And as far as ways to get me on a date, that's always going to win the prize for the most unique one." The ride was fascinating for her. Charlie didn't do quiet. She was loud, and she kept her surroundings loud to match. Even if she was doing homework or doing something on the computer, then the tv was on or there was music, something that would keep her from getting too far into her own head. She didn't always like that. But this was nice, to just be there leaning into Row's arms and enjoying the moment. "I guess if we have to. We'll have to do this again sometime."

Rowan was all smiles as they walked out of the office and towards her truck, Charlie's hand firmly clasped in hers. Going to the shelter was always a guaranteed good time, made even better by the presence of Charlie. Unlocking the doors, she pushed the blonde against the passenger side, pressing her there with her body and looking a little insecure for the first time that day. "Did you really have a good time?"

Charlizard felt right, hand surrounded by Rowan's as they headed back toward the truck they'd arrived in. She was tired, certainly, as the day had been filled with hard work, but it was the rewarding kind and had meant both spending time with both cute animals and Row. Once she'd been backed up against the passenger side, Charlie met the question with a soft smile. "If there's one thing I'm not going to do, is lie to you. I had a great time, and I'm glad you brought me with you."

Rowan felt relief wash over her when she found no deceit in Charlie's eyes. Much to her dismay, she liked the blonde, she was starting to care about her, and though it was never part of the plan, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Not when she had finally managed not to think about Jo the whole time they were together. "I am too.

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A Marriage Proposal

Who would have thought that life brought so many emotions into one? That life brought so many unexpected events with new possibilities lies within? That sometimes, the most unexpected is something you've expected to be for a long time?

Through the ups and downs of life, there are reasons behind several things. One might say, the secrets will unravel itself and a new start will always be there. Choices will be unlocked, then it's up to us either to take it or leave it.

And for this matter, this matter regarding love, no one was able to handle it. It's inevitable for those who still care about their emotions. Thus, how will this love story end for George Alexander Holskey?

September 6, 2021 George A. Holskey's Penthouse, Sentosa Island.

Last night's event of his new company's opening celebration was a blast! Colleagues and friends attended the party, and again, George felt grateful for their presence and constant support.

Between the guest lists, the famous art conservator was there. Frederica was also invited by him as a close friend and as one of the shareholders in the company. For the man, her presence made the party more alive. He never wanted to celebrate it with this kind of party, but the only reason for him to celebrate it with Frederica was with this— a gathering with the core members and their closest friends involved in the project.

His penthouse here became a hotel for ten other people. Though it was only for a night and George was behind the idea, the real reason was actually to make Frederica stay to do his plan. His plan that he kept in silence for years. The plan was nearly failed when Frederica decided to go back home last night as she worried about the twins. He knew how the twins meant for her, but he really wanted to make sure this one, at least it was only between both of them.

Thankfully, the storm came, and she finally decided to have a sleepover in his huge penthouse. Just for a night, as it seems to be impossible for her to drive safely. Also, not wanting her driver to risk his safety too.

The first to wake up was the woman, Frederica. She walked out from a room on the second floor, side by side with George's. Planned by him so they wouldn't need to meet other guests who slept in the bedroom on the first floor. Frederica rubbed her eyes and closed the door as she walked towards the family area, looking for a drink as she felt thirsty and something interesting to read on his bookshelf. George told her that she's allowed to take any book she liked last night.

Although Frederica was just awake, she looked stunning on her bare face. Dressed simply in her oversized T-shirt and long leggings. Her eyes scanned through the cover of the books, deciding on which she should take out to read.

“Did you sleep well?”

A manly voice was heard— and as a result, she turned her head towards the man who greeted her with a question early in the morning.

“Good morning, George.” “Good morning, Fre.”

They both smiled at each other, realizing that they as what they had thought before. “I sleep well. The room is very comfortable, and I enjoy my rest. I hope you were having a great sleep too last night?”

She amicably smiled at him, showing her teeth between her lips that curved and made his heart beats faster than before. “I did. I feel fresh as I woke up,” he answered. “Do you find any interesting books on the shelf?”

Frederica shook her head swiftly. “Not yet, I just stood here, and it hasn’t been too long, so I’m still skimming through the titles and the authors, also the design that might catch my attention,” she answered. Even by hearing her soft voice, his heart couldn’t beat normally. Its pace has grown faster each time she smiled and looked at him. The magic of love that Frederica has been doing for years struck him, and perhaps today— it will be the climax to the uncertainty.

“Fre?” “Yes?”

She gave him all the attention he asked by just calling her name. Now here eyes were on him and no longer to the books on the shelf. “I want to give you something. Please wait here, okay?” The mother of two nodded. And by that, he rushed himself towards his room, steps away from where he was standing before. He quickly opened his nightstand drawer and took out a small box made of leather.

It’s that time already. At that moment he has been asking for God’s blessing and help so it would be okay. That wouldn’t be disappointing. He knew how hard Frederica has been towards those people out there like him. But he wanted her to know how he really feels after all these times. After those years of mistreatment and keeping herself in silence. For not being noticed by her seriously.

It was now or never and George could only wish that she would accept him instead of rejecting him just like what she did to him and even Alverstoke multiple times in the past. Indeed, it was painful, but every decision she made was to protect herself. He knew that Frederica has her own goals, life plans, feelings, and even traumas. But above all of that, George wanted to be that one person who could heal her grief and fears. He wanted to be that sole man who would protect her from anyone else, including Alverstoke.

George took a deep breath as he walked out of his room towards the woman he adores the most in his life after his mother. She was seen standing in her stance, looking pretty effortlessly.

“What is it?”

Frederica asked curiously, trying to take a peek at what he hid behind his body. He chuckled as he saw how cute the woman was right now. George then showed her the leather box and opened it slowly in front of his eyes.

A diamond ring was seen—sparkling as the light reflected on its surface. Frederica’s smile faded as she looked at him in surprise in the eyes. She was asking for his explanation through her gaze. George couldn’t even let go of his visions from her.

ㅤㅤ “Marry me, Fre?”

George asked her after collecting all of his wit. His eyes told her everything; his wishes for her and him asking her to accept this proposal. To accept his love that he has been holding back for too long. Tears could be seen in her eyes, welling up. Just with a blink, it fell on her rosy cheeks. She bit her lower lips because she’s hesitant of what to say, just like what she did to Alverstoke in the past four times.

ㅤㅤ “I want you to be my wife.”

Frederica shook her head. “George, I’m not even a widow yet. Not even a divorcee. I’m technically still married to Alverstoke, your own best friend. And… this is too fast, I can’t just get married to you right after my divorce is finalized.”

George stepped forward as she pulled her into a warm embrace. He kissed her crown and pat her back gently. “I don’t want you to marry me right after divorce. I want you to marry me, but when the time is right. I also want you to take your time as you heal yourself.”

The man older than her for two or three years hugged her tighter. He whispered in her left ear, “I want to be the man who helps you through those hard times. I want to heal your scars. I want to be your partner, your husband, your lifetime companion—”

George then smiled at her and cupped her small face with both of his hands. “Fre, I want to be the father to your twins. Sera and Hazen are one of the reasons why I want to marry you. I love them just like how I love you. As much as I love you. I want to be a part of your journey. Of their journey.” He confessed his truest feelings. Never once did he though he would say those words from his lips directly towards Frederica, the woman whom he loved for years already.

ㅤㅤ “Fre, will you be my wife in the ㅤㅤ future? Will you be my one ㅤㅤ companion?”

He asked her again.

ㅤㅤ “I’ve lose you in the past to Alverstoke, ㅤㅤ I don’t want to lose you again.”

She’s in doubt of so many things. "You can end this in the future if you feel like it’s not okay for you. That’s okay, I understand. But please, let me try to be that person for you. I want to protect you and the twins at all costs. I want to protect the three of you as a part of my family. Fre, I want you to be okay again. I want to see the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the cheerful tone of yours, the softness of your touch, the sweet words from your lips…” George gulped. He cried again and again in front of the woman.

Surely, it was only two of them on the second floor, or else, everyone might be awake already with this soap opera— airing right in front of their eyes, being watched by the other guests.

“Give me the chance to make you feel happier than ever than you’ve ever been with Alverstoke. Give me the chance, to love you properly. That day when I saw you at the Fukuoka City Museum, my heart throbbed uncontrollably. You made me fly to heaven. You don’t need to worry about my friendship with him. From that day when I took you away after he abused you during your pregnancy, back in Seoul, it has been broken anyway. From that day— no, it’s before. When he confessed to me he cheated on you back in the museum, when you fell unconscious, it fell apart already. All I care and all I want to protect is no one else but you, Frederica Esther Biancardi.”

George confessed, again and again, those things he couldn’t say directly to her for the past years. Indeed, it’s true that George has been keeping his feelings secret all this time and Frederica knew about it. She realized it long before he confessed his feelings from his gestures, even before she met Alverstoke.

Frederica looked down as she couldn’t even see him into his eyes directly. Holding her tears that actually have been falling more and more as minutes passed. “I’m not as good as you think. I slept with another man too after he abused me—”

A sin.

A sin she confessed for the first time to someone else. The infidelity she committed behind Alverstoke too. But instead of being disappointed nor shocked, George smiled. “Because you seek happiness. You seek love that you don’t receive. Because you wanted the warmth— you needed it. No—, you deserve it.”

George wiped her tears carefully as if he’s scared to break her apart for even touching her lightly. She looked fragile. “I’m not going to say or consider that as a part of cheating. No, not at all. It’s a part of you moving on from the past. It’s all in the past too. I want to walk the roads of the present and future together with you and the twins.”

George knelt down as he looked up at her. He took a deep breath and again, asked her the same question.

ㅤㅤ “Frederica Esther Biancardi, ㅤㅤ will you be my wife?”

Frederica, again, was still hesitant about what she should do. “I wanna take things slowly, George. I’ve told you that after the divorce, things will be much harder for me. To rebuild the trust and to—”

ㅤㅤ “That’s okay. I understand. ㅤㅤ I’ll be there too.”

She bit her lower lips and extended her hand to him. It wasn’t easy, especially for Fre. She felt something is still missing, deep down there.

ㅤㅤ “I’ll give a thought about it first, ㅤㅤ okay? I’m too scared to walk ㅤㅤ into the same hole again.”

George nodded. He nodded because he understood what happened to the woman that she decided to do this. It wasn’t easy, he knew it. At least, he had his chance to keep her safe and protect her. “How about… let’s take things slowly? I might return the ring one day…”

“That’s okay. As long as I got my chance and opportunity to keep you safe and to let you feel loved like you’re supposed to be.” George smiled at her. “You can return it whenever you want. In an hour, tomorrow, later— that’s okay.”

His hands shaking from the feeling of nervousness. Slowly sliding the ring to her finger as he kissed the back of her hand. He came to ask for his chance— and today, he finally received it. Though it may not last forever, at least she gave him a chance.

The man slowly rose up from his position and hugged her tightly. He landed some kisses on her crown and one on her forehead.

ㅤㅤ “I’m in love with you.”

He whispered softly, again confessing his love towards the woman. The woman who gave him a chance to love her.

End of A Marriage Proposal.

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years

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Congrats on the follower milestone!! Could I please have Thor/reader, touch starved reader?

Tony Stark had learned the hard way that he couldn’t just touch you. He made the mistake of placing his hands on your shoulders while you were deep in concentration and you’d been so startled and surprised by the action that you’d grabbed him and tossed him over your shoulder before you’d realized he’d intended no malice in the action. But you’d been a captive scientist in a Hydra prison for too long, and your personal bubble was large. Vast even. And so Tony, and resultantly, the rest of the Avengers, learned quickly not to touch you.

It wasn’t that you disliked being touched, truth be told. And now, a year after your rescue and acceptance into the Avengers support team, you even craved the touches that seemed almost unconscious between team members. The science posse was constantly touching one another. Whether it was Tony or Bruce popping into the labs and patting staff on the shoulders, or reaching around and behind people in the way and accidentally rubbing into each other, or Tony shoving and nudging Bruce, the labs were a steady bustle of ‘excuse mes’ and laughter and lighthearted touches. Except for you. You were carefully excluded. You knew it was about respecting the experience you’d had as Hydra’s prisoner. It was touching and annoying all at once.

The rest of the Avengers you didn’t see as often, as they weren’t in and out of the labs as frequently, but on occasion you would encounter Natasha or Clint, who were both friendly and personable, but also struck you as equally unlikely to be the kind of person to revel in the touch of a stranger. Steve, you knew struggled. He was the kind of person who needed to touch people when he spoke, and every time he spoke to you, you saw how he awkwardly, would move to place a hand on your arm or shoulder, and then pull it back. You were determined to give him permission next time you encountered him, just because it was so uncomfortable to watch.

You were working on a specialized arrowhead for Clint when the monitor on your computer popped open a window with Tony’s face in it.

“Hey Sparky,” he winked, using the nickname he’d given you after you’d accidentally shorted out the electricity to half the lab during an experiment. “Team Christmas party tonight. Don’t forget!”

“Uh, I don’t actually -”

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize you didn’t do Christmas. Uh, Team Winter Holiday of your own choice party tonight!” He interrupted.

“Actually, what I was going to say was that I don’t think I can make it. I have -”

“You have nothing. I hacked your calendar. This is mandatory. I can’t give you your holiday bonus if you aren’t there,” Tony interrupted again, cutting off your excuse. What you really wanted to say was that you didn’t want to be stuck in a room full of mistletoe and people deliberately avoiding contact with you. What you wanted to say was that you would only come if someone would give you a holiday hug.

“Well, then. I guess I’ll see you tonight, boss,” you smirked.

“Dressy. There’s a dress code. Lab coat and tank top are not acceptable,” he winked at you and cut the connection.

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You smoothed down the front of your dress as the elevator doors closed, hoping that is was neither too dressy nor too casual, but it was the best you could manage on short notice. The retro style dress had been purchased on a whim not long after your first paycheque with the Avengers. After your time with Hydra, you’d needed something to make you feel pretty and feminine again, and the dress had restored your sense of self, with its tucks and fitted contours. The elevator doors opened and you were impressed with how elegant and somehow low-key the Christmas decor was as you stepped out into the party.

There were strings of tiny white lights throughout the room, and one single, beautifully decorated tree in front of the floor to ceiling windows that looked out across the landing pad and beyond to the trees that surrounded the upstate facility that you’d been calling home for the better part of a year. It was like a greeting card.

“Y/N, you came!” Steve was the first to greet you, and he took in your dress in admiration. “You look wonderful.” You could tell he was holding himself back, and you smiled and patted his arm.

“Happy Holidays, Steve,” you smiled. The smile he returned was warm and genuine and made you melt a little. Tony made his way over and handed you a glass.

“Eggnog. Should loosen you up a little,” he smiled. “Watch out, Sparky, there’s mistletoe around. You too, Cap.”

You glanced up and saw that the vaulted ceiling was hiding a number of glittering balls of mistletoe and smirked at Steve. “Be careful, Steve. Karen from the lab will be looking for you once she sees those.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he laughed, and gestured toward the food. “The snacks seem to be free from entrapment. Maybe we’d both be safer over there?”

“Lead the way!” You laughed. You found yourself sitting with Steve and Wanda and chatting, enjoying the friendship and acceptance you’d found in this unlikely little family. Steve glanced across the room, a broad smile crossing his face.

“Thor finally made it,” he nodded to where the man in question stood. Your heartrate quickened as you took in the picture striding toward your group. His blond hair was swept back into a tie at the nape of his neck, his beard was perfectly trimmed. Perfectly tailored trousers emphasized his strong legs, and despite clearly being made to fit, his shirt was straining across his pectorals. Your mouth went dry. He pulled Steve to his feet in a warrior’s embrace, and Wanda rose and threw herself into his arms as soon as he released Steve. He turned to face you and smiled.

“You are radiant, Y/N,” he offered. You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “Might I have a word with you in private?”

“Uh, I, uh.” You were at a loss. “Sure?” He gestured toward the tree, and you followed him. When you reached the large tree, he led you around behind it, where you discovered there was a loveseat in an alcove, making a quiet, private area. He gestured for you to sit, and then sat beside you. His shoulders were so broad that he crowded you a little. His knees turned toward you, and one large arm stretched across the back of the couch.

“Y/N, I seek not to hurt you, or cause you unease, which is why I asked to speak to you in confidence. As you are aware, Heimdall sees all, and he has seen your sorrow,” Thor began. You swallowed, wondering exactly what Heimdall had seen and related to Thor. Had he seen the nights where you wept for lack of contact, hugging yourself to try to simulate the sensation of being held? Or the days when you volunteered to take the Costco run so you could fall into the warm embrace of the world’s largest stuffed bear? How mortifying.

“I’m not sure -”

“I know when you first came to us, you were broken from Hydra’s abuse. But I also know you’ve used your time here wisely, and have sought out someone you trust to help you heal, and I want you to know how proud I am of your progress,” he interrupted. “I am making a mess of this, I am sure.”

“Keep going, I think you’re getting to the good stuff,” you smiled, nervous but anticipating what he might be trying to say.

“Heimdall described to me a large stuffed beast at the local supply hub that you are quite fond of,” he started, choosing his words carefully.

“The giant Costco stuffed bear? I love it,” you admitted with a laugh. Thor nodded. “He’s warm and fluffy and gives the best hugs.”

“Perhaps you believe that because you have never hugged a god.” There was a twinkle in Thor’s eye that was daring you to lean into his arms.

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I only invite you to do so because I think you need someone to hold you, and because I think you are ready for such a level of intimacy,” he explained. “If I am incorrect, well, we’ve had this conversation quietly, and no one will be the wiser.”

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and held your hand up to your nose, trying to hold back the warning tingle indicating you might cry. “That’s the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever said to me, Thor.” You made a slight movement toward him, and before you could move any closer, he pulled you into his strong arms, and pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“You must know how much we all adore you, Y/N,” he murmured against your hair as you sagged into his warmth, “how much I care for you.”

“You’re all so careful with me, I know you respect me, but,” you trailed off.

“Respect you, enjoy you, find you a perfect addition to this team,” he confirmed. “And adore you. And care for you.” His lips found your forehead again. All the weight of keeping yourself separate and apart melted away under the warmth of his touch. Thor’s hands tangled in your hair, and he lifted you into his lap effortlessly, leaning back on the loveseat, cocooning you in his arms. Your arms slipped around him and you laid your head on his chest, breathing in the sensual spice of his body and relaxing.

“People will come looking for us,” you commented, content in his embrace.

“Tony will come, you mean,” he laughed. “Let him. We have nothing to hide. There is comfort and intimacy in being held, and you and I have found it with each other.”

“And when you take off to Asgard again?” You asked.

“That won’t be until after the holidays at the earliest, but perhaps I can arrange for that bear of Costco to be delivered in my place,” he teased. His breath was warm against your temple, and you felt his lips rest against your skin again. “For now let us enjoy one another in friendship and wherever that may lead us.”

16/16

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Caulikale High School AU Fanfic

Written for @gallickgun and @finalassflash ‘s Highschool AU! It’s a really fantastic au, I love it so much.

Awaiting the incoming bell, Caulifla leaned against the cold wall. Despite the icy surface, she hardly flinched, her focus so intense that she could hardly feel it. Her heated gaze locked on another girl, who meekly stared at an oboe in her hand. Among the cacophony of the room, she was left unsure as to her place. Blasting trumpets, fluttering flutes, and some unusual sort of buzzing noise that was entirely out of place and came accompanied by raucous laughter flooded the space around her, isolating and confusing her. Although all the noise was muffled to Caulifla, the effect it had on Kale was clear. Frankly, it pissed her off. She wanted to barge in there, shut them all up and let Kale perform… Well, whatever oboe players performed, Caulifla wasn’t quite sure.

Regardless, she was tempted to barge in there and cheer Kale up. However one look at the clock and she realised it’d be entirely unnecessary, the bell was about to ring and from there she’d get to do whatever she wanted with Kale. They hung out every day, yet it never stopped being exciting, waiting for her to come out of class. She didn’t really understand the feeling, nor why she had it, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. It was a warm, sort of tight feeling in her chest, fiery and soothing at the same time.

After a minute, the bell rang, a flood of students emerging. A long haired boy with a kazoo in his mouth accompanied by a shorter one, both laughing obnoxiously, another long haired guy, who waved to Kale briefly as he left. She didn’t care about any of them, she was only concerned with her. Lighting up as she saw Caulifla, Kale exited the room.

Caulifla always enjoyed the look she gave her, she gave off a soft glow, warm and inviting. “Hey Kale” she greeted her casually (and loudly).

“H-hello Caulifla.” she responded, as cheery as she could manage. “What are we doing today?” she asked, she always asked what she wanted, Kale was never really too concerned with what they did together, she was merely happy to be with her.

“I was thinking about going to the gym, you up for that?” she knew asking was pointless, Kale would ultimately say yes, but it felt right to do it.

At the mention of gym, she went slightly red. “Yes.” she replied, her eyes finding themselves locked on Caulifla’s arms.

“Alright! Come on Kale.” She took her by the hand, both dragging and leading her. “So, how’s that whole band thing?” she inquired.

“Good, I’m just not really confident.” she sighed, sadness seeping from her voice. “I guess it’s because I’m just not very good at it.”

“What?” Kale responded aggressively. “Not this ‘I’m just’ stuff again! You’re great, don’t give me that!” she barked. How she spoke was a paradox, it was harsh, but not cruel. It was an intense show of how much she cared more than anything.

“N-no, no. I’m not.” she mumbled, glancing at the floor. Her frown remained, but lessened, Caulifla’s words had affected her, but they had far from solved the problem. She gave her a quick look, noticing how unhappy Caulifla looked, she quickly added. “Th-thank you though.” she couldn’t bear to see her frowning the way she was, so she hoped her quick thanks would help.

It did, slightly. But it was clear she still wanted more. “You are Kale, just trust me.” she stated, pushing open the door to the gym and leading Kale in, immediately she made her way toward the weights.

“Um, Caulifla, don’t you need to warm up?” she piped, watching as Caulifla began setting up the bench press.

“‘Course not, I’m ready anytime!” she announced, flexing an arm as a show of strength, Kale let out a squeak in response, beginning to blush as she stared.

“Well, o-okay.” she replied, sitting down on a machine across from her. She had no intention of actually working out, she just wanted somewhere to sit down while she watched Caulifla.

Effortlessly she lifted bar, no noise of effort, no look of concentration, nothing. It was as easy as breathing for her. Kale admired her, examining every inch of her as she worked. Her gaze swept over her, looking from the tensing muscles in her arms, to the solid abs her clothing revealed, then over to her hair, which fell back in a way she rarely got to see, but always appreciated when she did. To Kale, she embodied strength, not just physically, but through her willpower, her confidence, her fiery personality. Every action she made emanated that strength, and while some found it to be too much, and found Caulifla to be too intense, Kale found it comforting, she loved having a beacon of confidence to settle her.

Unbeknownst to Kale, Caulifla was equally enthralled by her. Although her position meant she couldn’t stare at her the same way, she still looked at what she could. She found herself focusing on her face a lot, her eyes stood out to her, there was a softness to them, just looking into them soothed her. No matter how bad her day was, a simple look into Kale’s eyes improved it tenfold. It was amazing, she thought, how a person could have such a dramatic effect on her.

She didn’t consider the thought very long, continuing her exploration of Kale’s face. She came to focus on her lips, they looked smooth and pleasant, her head filled with thoughts of the red stains her lipstick would leave if they kissed. She rarely thought about that kind of thing, but around Kale she couldn’t help it.

Before she knew it, she had done 50. She placed the bar on its holder above her, rising to her feet and stretching. She didn’t take her eyes off of Kale, now looking her over completely. As she did, she began to focus somewhere she had never payed much mind to before. Kale’s arms. Like Caulifla’s, they were muscular, there was less tone to them, it was clear she didn’t work out nearly as much, however they were still significant enough to attract Caulifla’s wandering eyes.

“Hey, Kale…” she began, not quite focusing on her words, instead being invested in her arms. “Why don’t you try the weights?” she asked, motioning behind her with her head. She was curious about just what those muscles could do.

“Wh-what?” she gasped, it was as if she could hardly comprehend the question. “N-no, not me. I’m just-” she began, only to have Caulifla cut her off.

“Don’t say that! Come on, just try it!” she requested aggressively, she could see from the unhappy look on Kale’s face that she was in no way convinced. In response, an idea struck her. “For me?” she asked, it was uncharacteristically sweet.

Kale couldn’t say no to that. Nodding in acceptance, she took her place, laying down as Caulifla slowly lowered the bar into her hands. She breathed heavily, holding it and staring at the bar. Caulifla smiled at her reassuringly, watching with bated breath. In that moment, there was no “I’m just.”, there was no backing down, there was one option.

She took it, lifting the heavy weight with ease. And in that moment, with Kale overcoming, at least for a moment, the limits she placed on herself. And with Caulifla supporting her, her smiling face aglow, lighting up the room. They each realised just how in love with the other they were.

#HSAU #DBS #Dragonball Super #Caulikale

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