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ilumin · 14 days ago

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Pairing: Charlie Kenton (Real Steel) x GN!Reader

A/N: Holy shit. It's been MILLION YEARS SINCE I'VE POSTED SOMETHING MYSELF OH MY GOD. I've wrote it last night, since I'm totally, entirely, fully obsessed with Hugh Jackman. I've been watching his movies like crazy, and Real Steel, right alongside X-Men, Wolverine, and The Greatest Showman is one of my favorite ones.

There's barely anything with Charlie- so I thought I'll add my little brick to this small wall. It's just a drabble, buuuut if it gets good feedback, I'll probably keep on going with this trope lmao.

This one was inspired by one small post I've seen with Kenton, but I cannot find the author of it. If you're the author, or you know what post I'm talking about, lmk! I'll link them below. ANYWAY, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED

„Look at that!��

Max said enthusiastically, as he and his father, the one and only Charlie Kenton moved through the hagar filled with people.

It was an old place, used to be some sort of factory – now turned into one of the most well known underground places of robot fights.

Since the fight with Zeus, Charlie, Max and Atom made quite a name for themselves. After that spectacular fight, lots of stuff changed, one of them being the fact that Aunt Debra actually let Charlie and Max keep on meeting from time to time, mostly to enjoy their time on robot fights.

Charlie eventually payed her and her loathed husband back those 50 grand he took during the time of his first real meeting with Max.

Another good thing was the fact, that he and Max, got closer than they’ve ever been. Charlie never thought they’d got to this point, that he’ll actually become a decent dad. Yet, here they are.

„Yeah, those guys are massive”

Charlie chuckled, as he saw Max stare in awe at some of the biggest names in the underground. Black Bull, Sparkle, Hercules. Robots known for their strength and deadly punches.

The big ones and the most valuable ones.

„Oh my god, is that Firefly?”

Max gasped, as he sprinted towards the ring where one of the bots was currently under a maintenance.

„Ma- Max! Hold on, don’t run off!”

Charlie called out for him, and cursed under his breath, seeing the boy completely focused on the bot itself. But as he catch up to his son, Charlie let out a whistle. It was Firefly.

„I never thought I’ll see that bot up close.”

Charlie put his hands into his pockets, looking at the steady piece of metal.

„She won over 20 fights in a row in a big Ligue! Never made it to the exact top, but her kill count is the one of the highest in the rank!”

Max spoke, his clear excitement and hyperfixation over the bots showing once again. He was just about to say more as a voice called.

„I see you know your stuff, little guy”

A person walked in, cleaning their oil dirty hands with the rag, before they throw it over their shoulder.

Max’s jaw dropped slightly, as he once glanced at the bot, then at the person themselves.

„Oh- oh my god, you’re-„

„___? In the flesh, good to meet a smart kid out here”

You flashed him a warm smile, putting your hands onto your hips. You eyed both of them, before moving onto the steps leading to the ring.

„You guys are the ones who made Zeus run for his money?”

At your question, Max smiled widely, nodding his head.

„Hell yeah! Atom basically kicked that guys ass”

That kid had some fire in him, his reaction making you chuckle. Charlie on the other hand was quiet, swallowing hardly to water his suddenly dry throat.

Holy shit, he knew you were hot, but damn.

It wasn’t a secret who you were. Firefly, back in the day, was one of the most famous robots fighting in the underground. She started small, but almost immediately made a name for herself between the big guys, despite her thin build. She was known for not relying on the strength only, but on her speed. Using her size difference and reaction time, she was able to put robots much bigger than herself on the floor.

And you were the one who build her out of scratch.

„What’s wrong with Firefly?”

Max asked again, as he walked closer to the ring, putting his elbows up, leaning over the edge slightly. He glanced around all the tools and cables laying around, as you worked on something in the robots guts.

„Nothing wrong. Just usual maintenance. I have to make sure that this girl will work just fine during today’s match”

„Match? There’s fight tonight?”

Max’s gaze instantly went on you in interest, hearing the mention of upcoming fight.

You nodded your head, closing the back panel of your robot, grabbing a flat screwdriver in the meantime.

„Yeah. They’re still gathering list of opponents today. I thought, why not give it a try? It’s been a while for me and that old rusty girl”

You patted bot's back, as if it was an old, well known friend. Because it was.

Building her took more than you’d like to admit, but the moves she could pull off were unique. She was one of the kind, as some people tend to say.

„Let her fight with Atom!”

Max called out, which made you turn your head towards him.

And at that, it seemed that Charlie finally found his voice, immediately shaking his head.

„Wha- no. No- Max’s, there’s no way-„

„Atom? You think that little guy could put up a fight with her?”

You glanced at Charlie, before your gaze turned to the blond boy once again.

Sensing a challenge in your tone, he smirked widely nodding his head.

„Yeah. How about 1000 for the winner?”

„Max, have you lost your-„

Charlie tried to speak again, just to get cut by you once more.

„20 grand for the winner. But let’s make it simpler. If you guys win, I’ll pay. If I win, you don’t have to pay me. Because if I do end up winning, it means there won’t be much left of your bot”

You mimicked the boys smirk. In that moment, you could see the similarities in both of them.

While Max had the biggest grin on his face, Charlie looked straight up nervous.

„Alright, but if we do win, you’ll also show us what you did with Firefly to make her this good, deal?”

„Max, can you just-„

„Deal”

Charlie looked at you once again, desperately hoping you wouldn’t see that twitch in his expression. Both from the fact he didn’t wanted to get embarrassed in front of a person he heard so much about over his years as a robot trainer, but also, because he wanted to have at least slightest chance with you in the future.

You hop off the ring, and reached to your back pocket. Pulling out a contact card from behind your phones case, you handed it to the boy, before ruffling his hair a bit.

„Consider it as a friendly advice from more experienced friend. Also – I won’t make it easy for you, guys”

„You don’t have to. Atom will win”

Max said again, that cocky smile never leaving his lips.

You nodded your head with a smile, before you looked at Charlie.

„Contact me when you’ll have a time for that fight. See ya around”

With that, you turned on your heel, probably going off to prepare yourself for the tonight’s fight.

As Charlie and Max stood there, the eleven year old turned to his father, before he basically pushed tha card into his hands.

„You’re welcome”

He said with a roll of his eyes.

Kenton looked at the card, before he scoffed, turning to look at his son.

„Welcome? Welcome for what?”

„For getting you a date”

Oh, that little bastard...

Lmk what you think. Once again, I don't think it'll get a lot of attention, but I thought, why not try my shoot.

Also, shoutout once again to @blurryhowlett , if not for you, I wouldn't get back to writing again 😭

#charlie kenton #charlie kenton x reader #real steel #real steel charlie kenton #max real steel #x reader #real steel x reader #fanfiction #charlie kenton mu beloved

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jackhkeynes · 1 year ago

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Science Quiz

from the 1930 book Prove your Knowledge!, a part of the series Games for Sorties and Excourses. This was a collection of casual party games compiled and published by Merch couple Anna and Ralph Highwater through the Royal Tommarth Castinghouse.

Theory X: Miscellanea (answers on sheet 256)

1. Which of the following children of Zeus does not give his name to any of the four greater jovial moons? (i) Minos, king of Crete (ii) Æacos, grandfather of Achilles (iii) Perseus, who slew the gorgon Medusa (iv) Zethos, one of the founding twins of Thebes

2. A span [wavelength] of five hundred scant-inches [127 nm] marks the legal limit of what sort of œculux [electromagnetic radiation]?

3. How many mora does an atom of the corporal [chemical element] 'killdark' [uranium] have? (i) 90 (ii) 92 (iii) 94 (iv) 96

4. What contemporary astronomical theory is instantiated by the sculpture I Meccanismi di Helio, carved by Lorenzo dell'Acchedia?

5. The Branwen Sanatory, the medical research facility where the painkiller zebdomaschal [ibuprofen] was first synthesised, is located in which polity? (i) Britain (ii) Hasiny (iii) Tavancy (iv) New Leudong

6. Elsebeth Sneider's 1795 work Through a Black Mirror sparked what literary craze with a theoretical bent?

7. Which celestial object did astronomer Coscatl bint Inám discover in the mid-nineteenth century? (i) Minerva [Uranus] (ii) Ixion [Ceres] (iii) Janus [Neptune] (iv) the cisjovial ring [asteroid belt]

8. Inspired by Rachel Desselut's work in early methodics [programming], the world's oldest self-describing book is kept in which university?

9. Gurjat theorist Manesh Camdar was the first person to observe the moment of fecundation [fertilisation]; which animal was he studying? (i) Sea hedgehogs (ii) Sea sponges (iii) Damsel flies (iv) Charon bugs

10. Which nineteenth-century Merch theorist wrote magnum opus Astraphor and Light, fully characterising plenty [charge] in a single equation?

#conlang #boral #conlanging #boralverse #alternate history #conworld #writing

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thequietmanno1 · 5 months ago

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Thelreads, MHA 297, Replies Part 1

1) “Now what happened in BNHA again? Oh right, Horikoshi killed Midnight and Suya now will have to marry Zeus or Hades. Also Bakugo died and Jeanist pulled a jesus, but all that is a bit farther back. But the most important… We lost Mr. Compress Ass. RIP in piece, the buttocks got atomized. Now, let us grief this event, on Chapter 297: Tartarus.”-Appropriate, that we pick up at the place named for the afterlife, given how many have died over the course of this war and how may villains proceed to get “resurrected” into the storyline here.

2) “Ah, right, AfO is still in the deepest parts of Hell, but not for long I suppose.

Time for a great escape?”- Not just his singular escape, but a “great” escape, in the meaning of “large, massive, overwhelming” for everyone

3) “Huh, prison for a mutant in a island away from the mainland, the golden gate bridge… Are we X-men now?”- It’s as much about practicality as any shout-outs, though I don’t doubt those were also a factor. With all the varied and destructive Quirks contained inside the prison walls, building the place to take advantage of a naturally hostile environment (fairly sure the currents around japan are very rough and easy to drown in if you fall in) that also has the advantage of limiting the abilities of any escapees trying to flee the walls fits into both a cost-cutting mindset as well as providing a force that few Quirks can overpower- not even AFO had a 100% guarantee he’d survive if exposed to the harsh underwater pressures below sea level.

For all the godlike stunts they can pull off, it also serves as a reminder that the being who wield these powers are still fragile humans, and easily capable of dying in the right circumstances.

4) “Now, the problem is coming from outside, or from the inside? Because I bet that AfO can`t wait to feel the sun on his potato skin, he’d probably be stirring trouble for fun

Or not, a king stays at his throne after all.”- Technically, it’s Both! And because of his unique situation, both AFOs can take turns sitting on the throne whilst the other goes out to fight the heroes. Never giving another the opportunity to ever actually seize what is “his”, the role of the ultimate villain of the story, even if Tomura has some choice words for him about that, now the pretences are falling away…

5) “Well, it seems to be coming from the outside, so it’s definitely Shigaraki- or at least his body- coming all this way.”- These guards have some baller designs, and they’re obviously experienced as the front-line guardmen of Tartarus. So it’s telling as to how unfairly overpowered Tomura and his remaining retinue are now, that they last about all of 20 seconds against them, even with the backup of several Armoured Core mechs. They didn’t even die to Tomura, but one of the Near High-Ends (evidenced by Briareos’ body still being intact) showing that these things are still city-levelling threats even if they’re not on the perfected version’s level and in lesser numbers to boot! 6) “If this is Shigaraki then I’m sorry but a code red will be useless, you’re gonna need one of them shrimp colors to represent how fucked the situation is”- Gyges and Briaeros are the names of the Hecatoncheires from Greek myth, fitting with Tartarus’ name and their multi-armed design. It makes me wonder if those are their actual names or just code-names chosen for the front-line defenders of the prison that happened to align with them by sheer coindicence.

7) “…and thus the Stygian depths were cracked apart. Hell is empty, for all the demons have left.”- It’s not the only thing that’s cracking apart. Izuku and the other’s efforts weren’t totally for nothing, it’s only Tomura’s insane healing factor and his willpower that’s holding his body together in rough shape at this point, and every time he strains himself with another Quirk, it threatens to push him past the breaking point and into a blob of viscera. AFO’s retreat was cowardly and disrespectful to the loyalty shown to him, but he’s not totally unfounded to claim that Tomura had had enough fighting, even if his “protégé” disagrees.

8) “Now for real, you guys don’t even have a self-destruct button? C'mon man, all the worst and most dangerous villains and you don’t even have a way to stop them from escaping?”- To be fair to them, I’m pretty sure there is a “breach the walls” button that floods the whole prison from the bottom up, letting the ocean in to drown them like rats – and their electronic defences are sufficiently high enough that even Tomura’s EMP blast wouldn’t have disabled that. It’s just the unknowable spiritual factor of these connecting Quirks between master and apprentice that gave AFO the insight needed to know when and how to best disable that option and prevent them from using it. 9) “Oh, sorry guys, but I don’t think Machia is gonna be able to come. There won’t be a place for him by sunrise I’m afraid.”- Not to mention, there’s the whole issue of storing him (giant-sized) in the first place, let alone questioning the fact that the likely “final resort” of flooding the prison might not even kill him, given how long he can endure hazardous conditions. Frankly, AFO could be stored in the prison because he’s still roughly humanoid-shaped, but Machia just might be uncontainable because he’s got too much raw strength for any structure to contain – and no self-preservation instinct to hold it back even if in a situation like smashing apart the walls keeping the ocean out. 10) “I mean, is he? He was, one day, but after what AfO did to him, I don’t think that’s the case anymore, he’s more like a tool for that monster, there’s no way to save him I’m afraid. And keeping him alive will just allow AfO to use him once he gets out- which is gonna happen in ten minutes I suppose.”- That leads to another moral question, in that, how responsible for his actions is Machia? His intelligence is so low that he doesn’t even seem to care or consider any social norms like even some bizarre-looking Hetromorphs out there do. Everything he does, he does because he’s been “trained” to recognise every order AFO gives him as “good” and anything else is worthless. The guy doesn’t seem to have any real empathy in him for the deaths he’s caused, in much the same way you don’t care about stepping on ants – he simply doesn’t register them at all, neither desiring their deaths, nor caring about any that do. The guy’s mentally broken on some level and is just another tool in AFO’s arsenal, but there’s really no way back for him, because he doesn’t seem to have ever been “normal” at any point we’ve seen. And of course, the secondary issue is that his sheer durability means that we need to resort to weapons of mass destruction to stand a hope of seriously injuring him, which also likely would have the side-effect of weakening his bonds if an explosion didn’t fully kill him, potentially leading to an escape. And that’s all without considering whether or not Japan will even have the option to use said weapons before AFO’s done today… 11) “Wow man, easy there. Those people are monsters, but they are still human, and that’s the scary part. That thing about dehumanizing those that are against you making you unable to see you can become just like them was not taught at your school, right?”- True, but on the other hand, given that they’ve got psychos like Muscular and Moonfish locked up here (who seem both hedonistically compelled to commit acts of brutal violence on another every waking day out of boredom) and criminals implicitly worse than them, you can see how a guy whose inhuman, because the alternative is admitting that there’s an innate violence within everyone that’s just looking for an avenue to show itself @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha 297

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snowfallsdowngloriouslyuponme · 7 years ago

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*MARVEL team

1. Adam Warlock (Team-leader - experienced with Thanos, infinity gems, and infinity gauntlet)

2. Hercules (Power House - Demi-God)

3. Silver Surfer (Power House & Speedster - holds the power cosmic)

4. Phoenix Force (Jean Grey) {Healer, matter & energy manipulation (can open portals), Telepathy, & Telekinesis}

5. Reed Richards (Tactician & Genius level intellect)

DC Team

1. Superman - Clark Kent (Team Leader and Power House - Has defeated - Darkseid, Brainac, and Doomsday)

2. Kyle Rayner - White/Omega lantern (Space police & wielded whole emotional spectrum)

3. The Flash - Wally West (Speedster - infinite super speed, time manipulation and dimensional travel)

4. Wonder Woman (Demi-God, Power-House, and superior fighter)

5. The Atom - Ray Palmer (2nd smartest person in DC universe - phenomenal problem solver)

#guardians of the galaxy #heralds of galactus #son of zeus #x-men #fantastic 4 #superman #lantern corps #theflash #wonder woman #the atom #thanos

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e-vapormo · 6 years ago

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negasonicteenagemess · 6 years ago

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sunflower soulmate peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you are still taking requests and this is my first request. Can you write a Peter Parker one where the reader and him are best friends and during the school day she grabs his hand and starts doodling on it. And idk he asks her out and they kiss or something. Please and Thank You

No FFH Spoilers

I made it a soulmate thing, I hope that’s alright. Also it’s eight in the morning and I haven’t slept so editing is sub par

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“In Greek mythology,” Y/N explained as she licked the ice cream off her spoon. “Humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. Zeus was afraid of the power that they had so, he split them in half.”

Her friends sat at the table in the ice cream shop around her, stunned by the information. “Woah,” Peter whispered, as he scooped more of the frozen treat onto his spoon.

“That’s dark,” MJ stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/N nodded in agreement, cleaning her mouth with a napkin, “yeah, so they’d spend the rest of their lives looking for each other. It’s sad.”

“Some people now think that your soulmate shares the same atoms as you but were kinda split during the big bang or something,” Ned furthered, playing with his spoon.

MJ scoffed, “the idea of soulmates as a whole seems just plain ole sad.” Peter decided to interject with his opinion, “I don’t think it’s sad. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, knowing that someone is completely in love with you and devoted to only you. It’s amazing.”

Ned chuckled, “okay Peter, no need to get sappy on us.” His three friends laughed as his cheeks turned red.

“It’s cute though,” Y/N teased, taking another spoonful of ice cream. His cheeks only got redder at the comment.

He froze when he heard sirens down the street. “Um, I just forgot, May needed me to… go shopping. I gotta go. See ya tomorrow,” he grabbed his backpack and ran out before any of them could reply.

“He’s so weird,” MJ stated as she finished off her ice cream. “Yeah,” Y/N agreed absentmindedly.

On the walk home from the ice cream shop, Y/N couldn’t help but think about her soulmate. Would he be tall? Does he live in New York? Is he cute? As all of these thoughts crossed her mind, she watched as bruises formed on her knuckles.

This has been a common thing recently, getting her soulmates cuts and bruises. They didn’t last very long and didn’t hurt much but in Y/N’s mind, she thought he was either a cop or in some weird fight club. Hopefully a cop though.

All of her previous questions were obviously left unanswered as she opened the door to her apartment. She went to do her homework, finishing it so she didn’t have to stay up all hours of the night. She contemplated for a moment as she did the school work before taking her pen and etching something across her hand.

Whenever her soulmate gave the two of them bruises, she’d doodle around the markings with more peaceful things, and most of the time it was flowers. She drew stems all around her knuckles, with cute little squiggles of sunflowers all around.

She capped the pen, extending her hand to admire her work. Y/N felt like something was missing from it, so she uncapped her pen and wrote a little note.

stay safe :)

She didn’t expect a reply, but she soon felt a small pressure on her hand, right under where she wrote.

always try <3

She beamed at the response as butterflies filled her stomach. Definitely something a person in a fight club wouldn’t say.

Her phone vibrated from the place on the bed soon after her small encounter with her soulmate. It was a text from Peter.

hey wanna come over later to watch a movie or something?? They just added a bunch of stuff on netflix

Y/N smiled, quickly typing on the small screen.

yeah sure!! i’ll bring the popcorn. what time?

She sat patiently, waiting for her best friend to respond to the message.

twenty minutes okay with you? He texted back. Y/N replied with a thumb’s up emoji, already putting all of her school stuff away. She switched into her pj’s, as it was tradition for the two of them to wear night clothes to their movie marathons.

She stood in the mirror, messing with her hair and lost in her thoughts. She always thought Peter was cute, but she knew somewhere in her heart that it was wrong to think of someone like that who wasn’t her soulmate.

Y/N sighed, washing off the ink she had previously written so she wouldn’t have to explain it all to Peter. She was secretive about her soulmate, enjoying the fact that it was something only the two of them shared.

As if her soulmate had the same idea, the ink that he had written was slowly disappearing. She dried her hands and decided it was time to go to her friend’s house.

She walked through her apartment and went to the kitchen in search of the microwavable popcorn. Grabbing a couple bags, she left her home and went to the door across from hers, knocking a few times.

The cheerful face of Peter Parker appeared. He was clad in grey sweatpants and a blue Midtown shirt. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, opening the door for her to step through. “Hi,” she replied back, waving the bags of popcorn in her hand as she walked into the Parker residence. “I would’ve made them at my place, but I was just so excited to see you,” she commented sarcastically.

Peter chuckled, grabbing the bags from her hand, “well the excitement is reciprocated as it is an absolute joy to see you again.”

Y/N laughed at his fake posh voice, plopping down on the couch as he made the popcorn. “Is May here?” She asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly.

“Nah, she had to work,” he replied, popping noises coming from his microwave. “Do you want something to drink?” He shouted from the fridge.

“Water please,” she replied, dragging out the last word. Peter soon appeared next to her with arms full of candy and two hands filled with drinks. A glass of water and a can of coke.

“Ya know they used to put cocaine in that shit,” she stated, sipping the clear liquid. Peter, already in the kitchen, scoffed, “no they didn’t.”

“They did. Coca is the plant that makes cocaine. Look it up,” she teased as he stayed silent for a minute.

“Oh shit,” he muttered as google answered his question. “Wasn’t that like, illegal or something?”

“I don’t know man. The 1900s were a weird time,” she stated as he came back with a big bowl of popcorn.

He turned the tv on, going straight to Netflix. “Scott Pilgrim?” He asked, shoveling popcorn in his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him at the strangeness, and he mirrored her actions. “Scott Pilgrim?” He questioned again; his mouth full and a playful tone gracing his voice. She laughed and nodded her head as he coughed from laughing, and choking, as well.

“You’re an idiot,” she giggled, her throat feeling itchy for some reason, but she ignored it.

He drank his soda, making sure to clear his throat, “shut up.” He was blushing. Y/N shook her head as he started the movie, acting as if nothing just happened.

“Can you imagine that?” Peter asked halfway through the film, tossing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. Y/N quirked a brow as she took a handful of candy, “what?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “living in a universe where you don’t have a soulmate.” Y/N let out a breath, “sounds rough. Finding love on your own and all.” He nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coke.

As the second movie they watched progressed, Y/N completely forgot the title of it as her eyes got more and more droopy. By the time the movie ended, the popcorn was long gone with all of the candy and she was asleep against Peter’s shoulder.

He looked at her longingly before letting out a sigh and wrapping his arm around her. “This universe is a nightmare,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He heard a jingle of keys before the door to the apartment opened revealing May.

“Hey Peter,” she greeted loudly, placing her purse on a nearby table. May looked at her nephew to see him holding a finger to his lips. “Oh, is she asleep?” She asked quietly, walking towards the boy and his friend.

He nodded his head before diverting his attention back to the girl next to him, as she moved a bit in her sleep. May looked between Peter and Y/N, understanding the look in his eyes was eerily similar to the look her late husband used to give her.

“You like her, don’t you?” She questioned with a smirk, leaning on the back of the couch. His eyes widened as he immediately went to deny her claims. But when he saw the look on her face, he knew he couldn’t lie.

“I-I,” he sighed as he tried to piece his thoughts together, “I can’t. And I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it, May. She’s always there for me.”

His eyes were glossy as he let out a breath, glad to finally express how he feels. “I don’t know what it is about her. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

May smiled, remembering the feeling, “even better than Spider-Man?” Peter let out a soft chuckle, careful not to wake the girl up.

“I would give up being Spider-Man any day just for her,” he stated quietly, brushing the hair off of her face.

“But I can’t do this to my soulmate. It’s wrong. And I don’t know what to do,” his voice wobbled as he wiped his free hand over his face.

May put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “you just gotta wait Pete. You’ll meet your soulmate one day and the stars will align. You’ll love her and realize that is the greatest feeling in the world.”

She had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, remembering when she met Ben. Peter nodded his head in agreement, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Thanks, May,” he whispered with a tight smile, looking at his Aunt as he spoke. “It’s what I’m here for,” she joked, patting his shoulder.

“Well,” she started, letting out a sigh, “I’m heading to bed. Work killed me and it’s only 10.” Peter nodded, acknowledging her statement.

“And make sure she gets home,” she said sternly, but not harshly. “Will do, May,” he replied, “goodnight.”

“Night, Pete,” she stated as she finally went to her bedroom.

He ran a hand through his hair once again, struggling with his inner thoughts. “One day,” he muttered to himself, “one freaking day.”

Y/N moved again, rubbing her eyes as she awoke from her slumber. “Shit, I slept through the movie, didn’t I?” She asked, getting out of Peter’s arms and leaning forward on the couch.

He chuckled, trying to forget everything he just spoke about, “yeah. You really missed out. Keanu Reeves looked great, as always.”

She shook her head, “damn.” Her eyes met his as she snickered at the encounter. Pulling out her phone, she noticed the time. “Shit, I gotta go,” she stated as she locked her phone but held it in her hand.

He nodded his head, “right.” He stood up, her following in his footsteps. “I can stay for a little bit to help you clean up,” she directed to the mess they made, empty rappers and popcorn kernels everywhere.

“Nah, you got to get your beauty sleep,” he stated sarcastically but continued to direct her to the front door. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Walk together to school tomorrow?” She asked as she made it to her front door, opening it while looking eyes with Peter, who stood at his doorway. “Always,” he smiled, leaning against the white frame.

Y/N nodded, leaning in her own doorway, “bye Peter.” She smiled, holding tightly on the handle.

“Adios,” he replied with a smile, finally shutting the door. Y/N did the same, brushing her teeth then going straight to bed.

She drifted off into a deep slumber as the moonlight illuminated her room and the sound of cars was still noticeable every now and then.

The next day, she woke up bright and early to get ready for school. She left her home and met up with Peter in the hallway and a couple train stops later, they made it to Midtown.

“And Ned broke the whole thing,” Peter explained, making Y/N laugh as he held the school door open for her. “Of course he did,” she giggled as the bell rang.

“Right on time,” he stated, walking with Y/N to their first class, Chemistry. “I heard that we have a long ass assignment or something today,” she remarked, pulling at the straps of her backpack.

Peter groaned, “can Mrs. Smith ever give us a break?” Y/N shook her head, “she’s a horrid woman, I tell you.”

As teenagers rushed to get to their classes in the hall, the two friends made it to Chemistry fairly quickly. The late bell rang, the two friends seated right next to each other as always as Mrs. Smith began to explain what the students would be doing that day.

She finished the instructions and students began to open their textbooks. Y/N and Peter did the same, doing the assignment for the bulk of the class period. Being the studious teenagers they were, the pair was able to be one of the first groups to finish.

Y/N took Peter’s hand, laying it on the table before her. “Can I draw on your hand?” She asked sweetly, bored out of her mind and taking her pen as she was ready to start her masterpiece. “Yeah sure,” Peter replied, tapping away on his phone.

“You know,” he started, “you can be such a kid sometimes.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, starting to draw around his knuckles. Flowers upon flowers seemed to bloom on his hand.

One of her hands held down Peter’s as the other created the work of art. His eyes drifted from his phone to his hand, watching the beauty appearing across his skin. He had a small smile as he watched her etch the flowers upon his knuckles.

Peter’s eyes shifted to the hand that held his down. He froze, jaw slacked, and eyebrows raised. He looked between his hand and hers. Small sunflowers began to appear on her hand, the exact same that were on his own.

“Holy shit,” he spoke suddenly, shocking Y/N and causing her to leave a sharp line down his hand with her pen. ”Awe man,” she slumped her shoulders as she examined the mistake, “I really liked it.”

Her voice was filled with slight sadness at the mark, but she just shrugged, “we can fix it though. It’ll be fine.” She looked up at Peter, giving him a soft smile, but frowned when she saw his face still full of surprise.

“Pete I can just get rid of it-“ she wanted to apologize but he cut her off. “No, Y/N listen,” he laughed, but not with humor, but because this was actually happening to him.

He grabbed the hand that held his down and looked deeply into her eyes. “I-I can’t believe it,” he whispered, all of this still not settling in his brain. Y/N furrowed her brows, giving him a strange look, “what?”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled nodding towards their joined hands, “look.” Y/N’s eyes fell, examining the marks. “Oh my god, she whispered as she traced the marks on her hand with the other one.

She looked between the marks on her hand versus Peter’s, where she actually created the doodles. They were the exact same, the flowers and that stupid line where she messed up. It was all the same. She covered her mouth with the empty hand, laughing lightly.

“It’s you,” she gushed. He nodded his head, “yeah. The likelihood, huh?”

Y/N was speechless, making it so that both of her hands covered his. She bit her lip, “I had a crush on you, you know? I thought you were the cutest boy in our hall.”

At that Peter chuckled, “I’m the only other person in our entire complex who’s your age.”

Y/N hit him on the shoulder lightly, “that’s not the point.” He looked at her, letting out a sigh, “I had, or well have a crush on you too.”

He gave her a tight smile, “why does this feel so awkward?” Y/N laughed at the comment, brushing a hand through her hair as she leaned on the other.

“It’s only awkward when you say it’s awkward Pete,” she stated. He just shrugged his shoulders, taking his hands away and rubbing them together from the coldness of the classroom.

“So,” he dragged out, “d-do you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He was so nervous because of the fact that he wasn’t just asking any girl out on a date. He was asking his best friend, his soulmate.

Y/N sighed dramatically, “I don’t know, do I have to?” Her sarcastic remark made Peter smile widely.

“I’d love to,” she replied for real this time, picking up her pen. “Now,” she continued, “time to finish my art.” He smiled, watching her finish her drawing as she proceeded to doodle away, not wanting to take his eyes off her anytime soon.

Class soon ended, so the newly found soulmates had to separate. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed, but in the next period, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other.

Peter would write things on his arm for her to read, away from the flowers as he wanted to keep those for as long as he could.

Woods is falling asleep on his desk read one of the little notes, plus a drawing of a horribly drawn teacher asleep.

Y/N sat in her desk, thinking about her soulmate. Like, why did Peter get bruises and cuts all the time? And why so late at night? He wasn’t a cop, like she originally thought. Was Peter in a fight club?

No, sweet little Peter Parker could NOT be in a fight club. That’s impossible.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, Peter and Y/N seeing each other as often as possible. By the time the last bell rang, Y/N couldn’t wait to walk home with Peter. And that’s exactly what they did. This time was different though, because they weren’t deemed as best friends anymore, but as soulmates. So, they talked about their day at school, holding hands and as their shoes scratched the pavement.

After taking the subway, they arrived at their building. They stood in the apartment building’s hall, Y/N biting her lip as she debated her next moves.

“Screw it,” she whispered, grabbing Peter’s face with her hands. He looked like he was about to speak but stayed silent at the feeling of her lips on his own.

His eyes closed as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him and never wanting to let go. But there was one thought that crossed his mind. Finally, after years and years of being in love with his best friend, he was able to kiss her as his soulmate.

It felt like Zeus was throwing lightning bolts around his body as the feeling of her feathery light lips against his rough ones made him ecstatic. She pulled away slowly, opening her eyes as she moved her hands around his neck. “S-Sorry,” she stumbled, her cheeks red.

Peter shook his head and whispered, “don’t be.” She looked deep into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips tasted like the lip balm she always uses, the taste suddenly becoming one of his favorites.

He was consumed in the warmth that was Y/N L/N, and he couldn’t get enough. But all good things must come to an end, and she pulled her lips from his.

“Walk me to school tomorrow?” She asked breathlessly with a smirk. He laughed lightly, leaning his head onto her shoulder as he did so. “Always,” he looked up at her with a smile.

He gave her a peck on the lips before she began pulling away. “See you then,” she gave a little wave as he nodded his head. She shut the door to her home, biting her lip as she walked to her room.

Peter, on the other hand ran though his apartment door, slamming the door shut in search of his Aunt.

“May,” he shouted as he ran around, looking for the Italian woman. She stood in the kitchen and looked at him with an amused look of confusion. “Woah, easy there. What’s up?” She asked, taking note of the starstruck look on his face.

“I-I found my soulmate,” he beamed as he dropped his backpack onto the tile floor. Her eyes widened as she stopped washing the dishes.

She ran and hugged him, “oh my god, that’s amazing! What’s her name? When can I meet her?” She pressed with questions as she pulled away to look at her nephew. He chuckled lightly, moving his hands to hold her back.

“You won’t believe it,” he grinned, shaking his head as he still couldn’t believe it himself. May scrunched her brows, eyes examining his features, “what do you mean?”

“It’s Y/N,” the gaze in his eyes as he spoke was love struck, May squealing and pulling him into a tight hug yet again.

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Imagine #3

“YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE GIRL HE WISH HE KEPT” X JEFF WITTEK PART 3

*Part 1 and Part 2

People believed in soulmates. Some believe that soulmates are half of a person. Zeus in jealousy and fear ripped the two halves, and so they spend their entire life looking for each other to be reunited again. Another theory is when the universe was created certain atoms were near each other and as time went by these atoms tried to find each other again.

Y/N and Jeff were soulmates. They just didn’t realize how intense their love was or just how hard the universe was working to put them together. Sitting next to Jeff there was a familiarity with the positions as these two bodies were faced towards each other. Just a small lean in and a kiss could be shared.

Somehow the conversation got to this point, of course, it was unknowingly, and there was no going back. Light catching up turned serious within seconds.

“I wanted to talk to you about possibly getting back together or something.”

Y/N held her breath hoping she would pass out. She couldn’t even look at Jeff knowing what one look could do to her.

“Jeff.” It was a small whisper and Y/N couldn’t even finish her sentence.

The tears were building up, she could feel it. After a couple of seconds, Y/N looked at him. Jeff’s hand went to her cheek as a way to bring her closer to him. She closed her eyes gently leaning into his hand as a faint smile appeared on her Y/N’s face.

Jeff let his hand go down her face and rest on her neck. There was no gentle squeeze but his hand wasn’t lightly rested on her neck either. Memories of Jeff’s hand came back into Y/N’s mind. The gentle touches and the rough ones always made her feel safe no matter the situation.

“After all this time why is that you touch is still the only one that soothes me?” Asked Y/N.

“You love me like I love you.” Replied Jeff.

“Why? After everything, why am I still in love with you right now just as the first day we met?”

“The world knows we are meant to be.”

“After you broke up with me, I managed to forget you. Then one look from you and everything comes rushing back. I feel like I’m drowning,” explained Y/N.

“I’m sorry.”

“You overwhelm me. At first, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like the wind was knocked out of me when you told me you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

Finally, Jeff moved his hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer wanting to make sure she heard him, “I never meant for you to feel that way.”

Tears started falling down Y/N’s cheeks, “Now you’re here. You’re right in front of me and it feels like a flood. I feel like I’m drowning now.” Her voice cracked at the end and Jeff couldn’t help but cry with her.

“Please,” begged Jeff.

“Please what? Take you back?”

“I love you.”

“And how do I know you won’t throw me out once you get bored with me again?” Asked Y/N.

“I was never bored with you. I never could be.”

“You made me feel like it.”

“I should’ve kept you. I should’ve loved you more and shown you too.”

“But you didn’t Jeff. You let me go and it’s been hell ever since.”

“I just want another chance.”

“And what are we supposed to do? Go through the same motions over and over? I can’t live like that.”

“And I can’t live without you,” replied Jeff.

Y/N wiped away her tears and grabbed Jeff’s hand and pull it off of her. It was still where he had left it but Y/N knew he wouldn’t move it. She had to do it for him.

“I want to know I’m not going to regret this a year from now. I need to know.”

“I love you and I never stopped loving you. The first night you were gone I cried because I didn’t have someone to say goodnight too. I didn’t wake up to your little snores before my hike. I didn’t hear your laugh every time I tried to rehearse my bits before shooting. I missed everything about you. From how the tips of your hair would tickle me when we would cuddle in bed to your cold feet wedging themselves between my thighs because you were cold in the middle of the night. I love you so much that every day without you felt like I was dying.”

Y/N and Jeff broke after that. Jeff pulled her closer but Y/N couldn’t do that. She pushed away which caused her to cry harder.

“I love you,” replied Y/N. There was a short pause, “I missed that smile of yours. I missed your accent and how you would tease me about mine. I miss how you would lay on me and I would run my fingers in your hair after a stressful day. I missed your hands on me because your touch was the only thing I thought about. That feeling of your arms around me felt like heaven. I even missed the feeling on your beard on my skin and complaining about it later.”

Jeff’s hand went back to her neck pulling her closer. They shared such an innocent kiss that he made Y/N’s heart break a little more. They pulled away slightly, just enough for their foreheads to touch. It was a recreation of their first kiss. Simple and overwhelming with stronger emotions.

“There is nothing in my world that could take you away from me again. I want to keep you by my side forever,” smiled Jeff.

“I feel the same way.”

“I want us to get married one day. I want to have a million children with you and hear you yell at me not to spoil them too much. I hope they’re like you and not a fuck up like me.”

“I would hope they’re like you. With your sense of humor and kindness. I hope they have your eyes and smile because they light up any room.”

“I fucking missed you.”

Jeff kissed Y/N a little more intensely this time. She brought him closer by grabbing him by the collar during their kiss. One of Jeff’s hands went to her throat while the other to her waist. Y/N took a chance and straddled Jeff’s waist hoping to release some tension.

Things got more intense when Y/N pulled off her shirt and Jeff remembered that Y/N doesn’t wear a bra while she’s home. All these memories can flooding back in both their minds. They knew each other’s mind and body more than anything else in the world.

Y/N stopped kissing him and took off Jeff’s shirt. Jeff kissed along Y/N’s neck and chest as she arched into him. Her gasps and moans urged Jeff to continue on. Y/N felt Jeff lick and bite each of her nipples and she let off this loud moan that filled up the room.

“I love you,” gasped Y/N.

Jeff wanted this time to be all about her and while a bed would be a better choice in this moment, he knew having her like this would make her happy.

Y/N was particular with sex. She had obvious preferences to what Jeff and she did in the bed. The innocent and quiet girl had much to explore when Jeff came into her life. As if they weren’t broken up for months their touches and moans were all familiar. It was as if they had never parted ways. Everything was slow and sensual a change since the last time Jeff and Y/N had sex.

Jeff’s hands were on her waist as she rode him. His eyes never left her face as Y/N threw her head back in bliss. Her gasps and moans made Jeff feel like he was heaven. He knew her body better than she did. He knew exactly what to do to tease her and make her enjoy sex even more.

As she was getting closer to the edge Jeff’s hand slowly went up her body. He didn’t neglect her breasts as they bounced lightly. He played with her nipples before putting his mouth on each of them. Each were given attention until Jeff playfully bit her skin. Finally, what Y/N was waiting for, Jeff’s hand wrapped around her throat. At first, it was a small squeeze lasting no longer than a couple of seconds.

The warmth and sounds of Y/N made him go further. His hand squeezed until he knew she couldn’t take it. A couple more times of choking Y/N and the familiar sound of her orgasm was a sound he missed as well. It didn’t take long to follow her. Y/N smiled down at him giving him a kiss on his neck up to his ear.

“I never want to spend another day without you,” whispered Jeff.

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✨Linked✨ || BTS Soulmate AU Series || You x !Soulmate! Yoongi | You x Jimin || Part 17

Text/Social Media/Narrative Series || Soulmate & College AU

Previous Part | Next Part

LINKED MASTERLIST

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

― Plato, The Symposium

Credit goes to the incredible @789cream for creating this beautiful moodboard for my series. Thanks again!

Despite your efforts to keep him at a distance, following his instincts, Yoongi eventually approaches you from behind to carefully hold back your hair, just in case, and rub your back in soothing circles. Soon, he can feel your breathing slow down and your tense muscles relax.

“I’m — I’m sorry. This —”, you stutter, your voice shaky, heavy with tears.

“It’s okay, y/n. Just inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. Don’t think. Just breathe.”

Being this close to you, actually feeling your body press against his, feeling your warmth under his palm, is almost more than Yoongi can take. The tattoo on his wrist keeps burning relentlessly. Your relief, however, makes his pain seem insignificant. For you, he’d go through hell and still smile, he realizes as you let your head fall back and onto his shoulder. For you, he’d do anything and expect nothing in return.

Pairing You x !Soulmate! Yoongi You x Jimin

Word count 4.040

‘siblings’, according to age: Namjoon, Jimin, y/n, Taehyung (you grew up living in the same foster home as implied in earlier parts of this series)

fluff, angst, hints at/of smut

!Warning/s! mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts

Previously, on ‘Linked’…

Eventually, after years of successfully having avoided it, you have come across your soulmate. An ominous stranger of whom you know no more than the back of his head, his phone number and that he works as a part-time barista at your (former) favorite coffee shop.

Having been pressured by a friend into contacting him, things start to get complicated. Because your heart already belongs to another. And, haunted by the ghosts of your past, the last thing you want is for your soul to find its one, true, destined mate.

After texting back and forth for days with the man only known to you as your ‘Soulmate’, you are forced to break contact since he is starting to get too close and your boyfriend Jimin is anything but pleased with that. When your paths, however, cross, the ominous ‘Suga’, as he calls himself, refrains from revealing his true identity to you - which would mean an instant link of souls and the end of his torture - and, instead, is set on making his way into your life the right way.

A fateful accident at your workplace is followed by a visit to the emergency room and a falling out with your boyfriend, Jimin, leading you to turn to a virtual stranger for comfort …

CHAPTER 17

Shaking your head, you step back from Suga’s fridge.

“What’s this? Did you win a lifetime supply of Red Bull or something?”, you laugh, grabbing two cans before you make your way back to him.

“I wish”, he chuckles, his eyes following your every move as you, leaning against his desk, open both your drinks and hand him his. “I just hate wasting time on sleep, that’s all.”

“Wow, that attitude can’t be healthy”, you note before you throw back your head to take a first sip of the ice-cold, almost sickeningly sweet liquid, pretending not to notice that Suga’s gaze still rests on you, the expression on his face absent.

Somehow, knowing that he is watching you and his mere presence, the warmth emanating from his skin, Suga’s hot breath brushing past you, excite you in ways that your boyfriend doesn’t and hasn’t in a long time. It’s like every movement of his, howsoever small and casual, educes an immediate reaction from your body. It’s not even something you provoke consciously. You can’t control it. And you're not sure you like it. Because you know for a fact that Suga will never be yours to have, his soul having linked with that of another. And then there’s still Jimin. The man you thought you would spend the rest of your life with but from whom you’ve been, slowly but surely, growing further and further apart.

“What’s with that sigh?”, you hear Suga ask, the sound of his warm voice leading you to jolt out of your wandering thoughts.

“Sigh? What sigh?”

“So you don’t even notice anymore, huh?”, he raises a brow at you, a fond grin playing on his lips. “You kept sighing like the weight of the freaking world rested on your shoulders.”

“No, I didn’t”, you pout, hiding your embarrassment by emptying half of your Red Bull can in one go. Which was probably not your best idea.

“You know what? I think it’s about time we get out of here. I think we need a break.”

Surprised at Suga’s newly found enthusiasm, you watch him get up, a bright smile stretching across his handsome face.

“What the hell?”, you wonder out loud, eying him suspiciously. “Just a few minutes ago you could’ve been mistaken for a zombie. And now you’re … What? Willy Wonka? Where’s that energy coming from? You’re scaring me.”

“Who the fuck is Willy Wonka?”

“You didn’t just ask that”, you gasp, dramatically clutching your chest while Suga grabs his jacket and ushers you towards his studio’s door.

“Afraid I did”, he shrugs nonchalantly.

“Oh, come on. You’re just pulling my leg. Right? Everyone knows —”

“Charlie and The Chocolate Factory? Yeah. I was kidding. I’m not as creepy as Willy Wonka, though, I swear.”

“He’s not creepy!?”

“Oh, come on. The crazy eyes? The weird voice?”

“Well. Maybe a little bit. Just a tiny little bit creepy. God. Now that I think about it — Damn you.” You playfully punch him, your voice echoing throughout the dark corridor leading to the building’s lobby. “You just ruined one of my favorite childhood movies.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No. You’re right. I’m not.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“Always.”

“Tsk”, you scoff, not even for a second doubting his words to be true, though. With Suga, there are no lies, no half-truths. With him, it’s all honesty. Something you had been craving for a while now. A reason not to pretend. And it felt like you could finally breathe fresh air again after having been locked in a suffocating dungeon for months or even years.

“Where are we going anyway?”, you ask as the two of you step outside into the brisk night. You had no idea it was already this late. The hours with Suga, locked away in his studio, hiding from the cruel world outside of its four walls had passed far too quickly.

“We’re going for a drive.”

Sliding into the passenger seat of Suga’s old Kia feel surprisingly natural to you. Within no more than two days, this is the third time you ride his car, entrusting your safety and life to a man you barely know. Yet, there is no place you would rather be right now. And no person you’d rather be with.

“Where are you taking me?”, you ask as the car picks up speed now that you left the campus’ parking lot to turn right and onto the main road. Street lights, dark house facades, and glinting neon signs keep rushing past you like a gloomy dreamscape. You encounter barely any other drivers at this time of night. The streets are almost abandoned, the peace and quiet giving the scenery a post-apocalyptic atmosphere.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places. To clear our heads.”

“Sounds vague.”

“Tsk.”

“That’s it? That’s really all the info I’m gonna get?”

You watch him as Suga steers the broken up vehicle into a tunnel, the flickering lights tinting his smiling side profile a warm gold.

“You could just as well be kidnapping me for all I know, driving me to a secluded spot where it should be easy to dispose of my cold dead body”, you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest in the hopes that he will take a look and take note of your demonstratively pursed lips.

“Who knows”, he wiggles a brow without taking his eyes off the road. “Maybe that’s just what I’m about to do.”

“Stop it”, you whine, realizing just how quickly that careless joke of you turned sour. “This is getting creepy.”

“May I remind you that you started this?”

“But I don’t like where it’s going.”

Now, finally, Suga turns around to face you, his expression of sudden seriousness.

“Do you actually believe I would or could do something like that? To you?”

You swallow hard as your eyes once more get lost in his pitch-black orbs.

“No. To be honest. I don’t know why, but I trust you. More than I trust myself. Does that make sense?” Unable to withstand his boring gaze any longer, you avert your face, covering your burning cheeks with both your hands. “No. Of course, it doesn’t. Just forget what I said. I don’t even know where it came from. I’m sorry if I crossed a line.”

“No. Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” He pauses. You can tell that he’s still looking at you. “No one has ever trusted me before, you know. I made sure of that. But I have to say it feels … good.”

Right in this moment, it takes all of your willpower not to give in to the strong urge to take a hold of Suga’s hand. Instead, you just look at him, dare yourself to meet his eyes. And the two of you spend the following minutes in telling silence, the air filling the space in between your bodies sizzling, every single atom vibrating with prickling electricity. The tension is palpable. You’re sure you’re not the only one who can tell.

“Can I let down the window?”, you inquire, your voice no more than a whisper, hesitant to break the quiet.

“Sure.”

And so you wind down the window and poke your head out into the fresh breeze entangling itself in your loose hair, caressing your skin and drying a stray tear that had made its way down your cheek unnoticed. When now, suddenly, a familiar song starts sounding from the car’s speakers, your heart skips a beat. You would recognize this melody anywhere. A sound like that of another world. Magical. Unreal. Matching the moment’s ambiance oh so perfectly.

How did he know?, you wonder. How did this strange man know to pick one of your very own favorite songs? How is it possible that Suga keeps on striking all the right chords in you? It isn’t. It shouldn’t be.

“We’re here”, he unexpectedly announces.

“Where?”

You turn around to look at Suga who’s eyes widen at the sight of your face.

“Y/n, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. These are just tears. It’s not the same.”

“It’s not?”

“No. Not to me. You know, when you’re always sad, you learn to tell the difference.”

“Are you sad right now?”, he inquires, his tone soft.

“Not really, no. That moment was just so perfect. The tears were happy ones. Because I forgot for a second.”

“Forgot what?”

He stares at you as if he’s almost scared of your answer.

“That I’m sad”, you reply, your lips smiling all by themselves. “And a little broken. You made me forget.”

Yoongi can’t believe what he is looking at. How is it possible for you to become more gorgeous by the second? Is it really just the Link? He isn’t sure anymore. If he’s entirely honest with himself, he refuses to believe that what he feels for you is merely a matter of genetics. Not anymore at least. What you do to him can’t be explained by mere DNA analysis. It’s no longer just chromosomes that connect you. It’s bigger than that. When he looks into your shimmering eyes, still wet with tears, he can catch a glimpse of his very own soul. And for the first time in his life, he likes what he’s seeing.

“I’m glad I could do that for you”, he says, taking in your smile, the saddest and most beautiful smile he has ever seen. “That I could help you forget about your sadness, even if it was only for a little while.”

“I’m glad you’re glad”, you reply without hesitation, immediately going on to shake your head at your own words, obviously embarrassed. “God, that sounded stupid.”

“No, it didn’t.” He can’t help but grin, even your flushed face appearing endearing to him. You’re so cute, he almost can’t resist the longing to plant a kiss on your forehead. And maybe smell your hair … and …

“So. You said we were there? Where you wanted to take me?”, you swiftly change the topic, making good use of this chance to break eye contact and direct your attention towards the cityscape passing you by.

“Yes, we are. This bridge is special to me. For several reasons.”

“Such as?”, you inquire, your averted face remaining hidden behind a curtain of hair.

“Well. I mentioned this person, this woman I linked with.”

“Yes.”

“Well, the day I linked with her, by accident, you might say, I was standing on this very bridge, ready to jump.”

Eyes, wide with shock, hair flying, you whirl around to stare at him in disbelief.

Afraid his face could betray him, Yoongi decides to keep his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he speaks up again.

“That spot over there”, he points to the place where he climbed the banister no more than a week ago, about to fall to his death, his cold fingers desperately clutching his phone which seemed to be the last thread connecting him to a life he didn’t feel was worth living, his eyes eagerly following the lines a perfect stranger sent him. Even now he still remembers these painful seconds all too vividly, the memory sending an icy shiver down his spine. “That’s where I stood, prepared to end my existence once and for all. I was sure I was gonna go through with it this time. But then I linked with her. And it changed everything.”

Yoongi is forced to pause when his vocal cords refuse their service.

“I’m glad it happened. The Link. That you didn’t …”, you stammer, your voice no more than a breathed whisper.

If you only knew. That it was you who saved his petty life.

“I’ll be honest with you”, he eventually continues. “I was quite an asshole before the Link. I didn’t think I could ever love somebody. And, quite frankly, I didn’t want to. I didn’t let myself. I thought love was bullshit.” He shakes his head. The words just won’t come out right. Yoongi can feel his heart pound against his ribcage and your eyes still glued to his side profile.

“No, actually, I was kinda afraid it could be real, to be honest. I shielded myself from love because I was a coward, scared shitless. I built walls around myself, too high for anyone to ever climb. And if someone tried, I was sure to push them away in any way possible. Time and again I had to prove to myself that I wasn’t lovable, I guess. That, in the end, every new person claiming to want me in their lives would leave me, just like everyone did before them. I hurt so many people, y/n, just so I wouldn’t get hurt. I slept around. Had meaningless affairs with women who didn’t know me. But the very second the Link was built all of that anger and emptiness and sadness inside of me suddenly just … disappeared. I felt at peace for the first time in as long as I can remember. Because, before her, you know, there was just no one worth taking the risk for. The risk of letting someone in and depending on them. But the moment the Link was built, I didn’t feel alone anymore. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel isolated by the person I am. And life had meaning again. She gave me meaning. And she doesn’t even know.”

Teeth clenched, Yoongi’s trembling hands close so tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turn white.

“I’m sure she does.” He hears you say, and your words hurt him just as much as they heal him. “I’m sure she knows. She must.”

“I hope so.”

With those words, a haunting quiet makes itself at home in the space between you, filling the inside of the car, Making it hard for him to breathe. Until you start talking again, the mere sound of your voice bringing him ease.

“Part of me wishes to know what that feels like”, you mumble, more to yourself, one hand reaching out of the open window, your pale finger playing with the wind, glowing in the cold harsh light of the street lamps. Yoongi has to admit to himself that your vague words fan the spark of hope that has begun to settle in his heart.

“But, don’t you have Jimin? Haven’t you been with him for a while now?”

“So, what?”, you shrug, not taking your eyes off of the nocturnal city skyline.

“Well, don’t you love him?”

“To be honest, I’m not so sure if I ever loved him in the way I should’ve.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know. Suga, could —” Eventually, you turn around to look at him, your face white as a sheet, lips trembling. “Could we maybe — Could you stop the car? I think I need to get out. To get some air. I — I —”

“Yes! Yes, of course!”, he cuts you off, pulling over immediately.

As soon as the vehicle comes to a halt, you throw open the car door and stumble outside, towards the bridge’s railing, leaning over the banister, your shaking hands clutching the cold metal.

Quickly, Yoongi rushes to your side, unsure of what to do or say, your concerning state instilling sheer terror in him.

“Y/n? What is it? What’s wrong?”

You brush his word off with a gesture of your hand, indicating him to stay away as you cough and heave, your erratic breaths, now and then, being interrupted by broken sobs.

“I’m — I’m sorry. This —”, you stutter, your voice shaky, heavy with tears.

“It’s okay, y/n. Just inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. Don’t think. Just breathe.”

“Are you feeling any better?”, he cautiously asks after minutes of silence, only filled by the sound of both your breathing, have passed with your head still resting on his shoulder.

“Yes. I think.”

Instantly, as if you had only now become aware of the situation, you straighten your posture and step back, bringing a good two feet between yourself and Yoongi, hiding your face from his view.

“Sorry. I —”

“Stop apologizing already.”

These words came out harsher than intended. Brows furrowed, you shoot him an astonished glance.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi mutters under his breath, one hand awkwardly massaging his neck.

“Stop apologizing already”, you snap at him, imitating his tone, biting your lip so as to keep it from breaking into a smile.

“You’re pretty cheeky for someone who almost fainted just now, you know that?”

“Yeah, right?”, you giggle, throwing back your head to take another deep breath.

“So, are you ready to go back?”

Your head tilted to one side, you look at him, your unexpectedly serious eyes taking in his features, an intensity to their gaze that leads his face to flush.

“Yes. Take me back, please.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod your head as you step closer. So close he could effortlessly reach out and touch you.

“Yes, I am. Everything is a little less scary down there. With you. In your studio. I feel safe there.”

Yoongi has to actively remind himself to breathe at this point.

“Okay. Let’s go back then.”

The drive back is spent in comfortable silence. For a few minutes you even doze off, your head abuts against the now-closed window. Yoongi can’t keep himself from smiling like an idiot while he watches you, calm now, soundly sleeping, your mouth agape, dark lashes fluttering.

Back at the studio, you plop down onto his sofa with a sigh, apparently feeling quite at home already. An assumption that fills Yoongi with contentment and even pride. He is sorry to disturb the peace, but a question has been burning on the tip of his tongue ever since the incident on the bridge. And he has never been one to hold back when it comes to wiping the slate clean.

“So, y/n, what happened back there? In the car?”

“I didn’t get carsick, if that’s what you were thinking”, you joke, not meeting his gaze.

“Come on. Let’s be real here.” Taking a deep breath, he squats down before you. This is harder than he thought it would be. Yoongi hates himself for putting you in the position to face those unpleasant feelings again. But there are just things that can’t be left unsaid.

“If something like that happens, I need to know why, y/n. Especially if it’s in my car. So I can react accordingly. You scared me, you know. And don’t you even think about apologizing again.”

“Okay, I won’t then”, you scoff, burying your face in your hands, your elbows propped up on your knees.

Seconds elapse, stretching into what feels like an eternity, before you reluctantly proceed.

“What happened is — I realized something. And it made me sick. Literally. Because I’m like the biggest asshole on earth. And I can’t stand it. I can’t stand to — To hurt him like that. I disgust myself for having to.”

“Him?”

“I believe we both know who I’m talking about.”

“What do you mean, hurt him? What did you realize?”

Yoongi has trouble containing his excitement.

“You don’t have to tell me, of course”, he quickly adds. “Only if you want to. It’s not like you owe me any kind of explanation. I know what I needed to know. Anything else is —”

“I don’t love him”, you suddenly burst out, cutting him off in mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to reveal a tear-streaked face, eyes reddened. “I don’t love Jimin the way I should. And I’m not sure if I ever did. I’m afraid what we had was a lie. Sure, I needed him. We needed each other. At one point. And he probably still needs me. But I just — I just can’t keep up the charade any longer. I — I can’t keep playing a role I wasn’t cast for, you know!? I’m not what he deserves and he’s not what I need. It’s just — We’re just —”

He can tell your anxiety is setting in again. So, his instincts taking over once more, Yoongi cups your face with both his hands, forcing you to focus your attention on him.

“I get it. Okay? It’s all right”, he enunciates, stressing each syllable. “Feelings change. People change. It’s nothing to hate yourself for. Do you hear me, y/n? It’s not your fault. You can’t force these things. You shouldn’t.”

Reluctantly, you nod, blinking away another tear.

“Not that I have any right to meddle in your relationship. But you shouldn't keep lying to yourself and especially not to him. You need to tell him. So he knows. How you really feel. Instead of raising false hopes in him.”

“False hopes?”

“Well … Are you gonna get back together with him? Back to how things were?”, Yoongi asks as he pulls back from you, his hands dropping to his knees.

“I — I don’t know. I —”

“Forget about it”, he interrupts you, afraid your next words could be the last straw. That they would very literally rip his heart apart. Because, slowly but surely, the growing pain in his chest is starting to make it almost impossible for him to breathe. “I shouldn’t have asked. This is none of my business.”

Weak at the knees, the world starting to spin around him, Yoongi somehow manages to get up and step away before you can reach out for him, staggering towards his chair while a blinding brightness quickly closes in on him from all sides.

The last thing he hears is your high-pitched voice calling out his name before he drops to the floor and a bottomless darkness takes over his consciousness.

When he comes to, bright lights hinder Yoongi from immediately identifying his strange surroundings.

Where is he? And most importantly, how did he get here? He can’t remember anything. Other than fainting.

Only slowly he comes to realize that he is resting in a hospital bed. The air smells of disinfectant, a constant humming and beeping sound from various directions.

Now that he slowly but surely regains full consciousness, another question comes to mind.

Where are you?

“Y/n!?”, he calls out, sitting up so quickly, another dizzy spell threatens to overpower him.

“Shhh”, a nurse appears by his side out of nowhere. “You need to stay calm. Lie down. You’re in no condition to fuss about a girl right now.”

“But — Where —?”

“Your friend left already. Seemed to be in a hurry.” With a warm smile, the middle-aged woman starts rummaging through her gown’s deep pockets. “She told me to give you this.”

With these words, she hands him a crumpled up piece of paper. Only hesitantly Yoongi extends his shaking hand to accept it.

“I didn’t peek if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No, thank you. It’s fine.”

With a nod of her head, the nurse leaves to attend to a groaning elderly.

She seemed in a hurry.

No. No way. She didn’t. She couldn’t.

His heart racing, Yoongi barely manages to unfurl the paper, his eyes widening as they follow your quickly scribbled words.

Now it all makes sense. Why I felt so drawn to you. Why you knew me so well. Why you appeared when I was at my weakest.

How could you?? When were you planning on telling me your birth name?? Once I broke up with Jimin?? Or would you even have waited that long??

Shit. I trusted you. I was so blind. I should’ve seen it coming.

Don’t contact me. I really can’t have this right now.

No. No. No. No.

END OF CHAPTER 17 || TO BE CONTINUED

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