the way sofia never shows any interest in anyone at all besides being really fucking intense about becoming friends with everyone she meets, meanwhile her peers (i'm specifically thinking about amber dreamily sighing about hugo in the first episode and ruby + jade sighing about james) ARE showing distinct romantic interest...and her being confirmed to not have a love interest in the new show...idkkk feels aro to me. plus the green flag mixed with her purple color scheme is <33333
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader!Sofia <Yeontan featured>
Word Count: 1.8k
Requested and Dedicated to: @taeandpuppies - I really hope you enjoy this and I really hope I captured a lot of you within this story as well <3
It’s days like these when the sun shines through the blinds covering your windows leaving swaying shadows across your bed that you find the will to sit up. Pain nips at your joints prompting you to carefully remove the covers from your legs, turning to press your feet onto the ground. Lilly, your Norfolk terrier stands within her crate, tail wagging profusely while she pants in excitement. “Good morning, my Lilly,” you coo whilst a smirk tugs on your lips as you ball your hands into fists to steadily stand. Without a second to prepare yourself, you fall to the ground,
“Goodness,” you grit your teeth while you attempt to stand, fighting to remain on your feet for a few seconds to recuperate. Of course, Lilly whines in concern, but you bend forward regardless- wincing from the jolt of pain in your shoulder blades, to open the crate, letting her small form greet you while you let her out in your fenced in backyard.
You were ten years old when it happened.
Diving in the sea with family members when tragically, a fatal accident, you bumped your head- paralyzing you from the neck down. You’ll never forget the rush to the hospital, the numerous questions swarming within your mind, nor the agony of the news of possibly never being able to walk again. When x-rayed, it was revealed that vertebrae 2-6 were completely shattered; your eyes enlarged in horror, yet there was nothing you could do but lay there in the cold hospital bed without a single modicum of being able to move. It took about four weeks before you were able to move your right hand as well as your left foot- which the doctor claimed that would be as far as you would be able to get. It took seven years of rehab and determination until you were able to leave your wheelchair- something your doctor rejoiced as a miracle. But you know in your heart it was more than that,
You’re a fighter.
You open the door for Lilly once she barks to let you know she’s finished- preparing her bowl of food while she paws at your legs, eagerly waiting for you to set her food down for her to dig in. It’s your typical morning routine, while Lilly eats, you rush to the restroom to brush your teeth and freshen up for the day, throwing on a casual outfit- deciding it’s a pretty day enough to take a long stroll. Gathering Lilly’s leash, you hook it to her collar, packing a water bottle and a small book you’ve been reading, and head out toward the nearest park. The pain in your limbs subsides, for the time being, your mind focusing on the path ahead until the familiar rows of green-leaved trees meet your vision. White flowers bloom across numerous branches, the sun rays protruding onto the pavement while the soft petals sway to the ground from the subtle wind breezing along the trail.
You smile at the scenery, appreciating every bit of it, Lilly tugging on the leash ahead while she sniffs at the grass poking at the asphalt on the sides. It’s been a few years since you were able to officially rid of the wheelchair now, the only thing you struggle with is maintaining balance at times along with aching bones around certain areas of your frame; not even to mention the fifth cold you’ve gotten over within the last three months. Sometimes, trying to build your immune system is hard to do with it being so weak since the accident.
Deep in your thoughts, you’re so caught up in the way the trees sway, you hardly notice the sound of a deep, panicked voice nor the black and tan, fluffy coat of an animal flashing toward Lilly in glee.
“Yeontan! Yeontan, no!” The sound of the voice snaps you to reality, your eyes finding the wagging puff of a tail while two little, black noses sniff along each other’s bodies in introduction.
“Oh, my word!” You say in awe, the Pomeranian, a breed you’re already familiar with, pounces backward in an attempt to play; Lilly raising her paw slightly while she watches the dog’s every movement. You realize then the large hand shuffling frantically to retrieve the Pomeranian’s leash; your eyes trailing to reveal a face that nearly knocks you off your feet.
“I’m so sorry! I promise he’s friendly!” The man, brown hair wavy upon his forehead fluffing over the tips of his ears, has a hand towards you in assurance, though you can’t help the soft laughter escaping your wide smile. “He’s a fugitive, I tell you,”
“It’s okay,” your tone is timid, but your smile leads his expression to soften just enough to show his eyes clouding in relief. When his pink lips fall into an anxious line, he clears his throat, “Taehyung,” he offers his hand, you reach forward to shake it; your peripherals of Lilly keeping your focus while the two dogs continue to play.
“Sofia,” you nod.
Taehyung turns to glimpse at the two dogs, “And, this is Yeontan. May I ask what your puppy’s name is?”
“Lilly,” you feel bad for being such an introvert in this moment, but you can’t help the light of attraction burning within you- it’s been a while since you have seen someone so alluring- a jawline sculpted to perfection for a model, a tall frame toned as if he does nothing but dance for twelve hours a day, to the small freckle decorating his nose. When your stare lingers, you catch yourself enough to prevent an awkward tension, “Do you come here often?”
When small talk turns into the two of you continuing on the path, both your dogs walking ahead side by side, you can’t help the notice of his arm brushing yours every now and then; or, the way you catch him in the act of glimpsing at you to avert his gaze back to his shoes scraping along with the concrete- him stunned by the beauty you withhold in your soul. There’s more to you he has yet to learn, and from that day forward, he makes every way possible to do just that.
Days turn into months of spoiling your dogs, cuddling on the couch at the start of winter to watch the sports channel, to adventuring onto new paths at parks in other areas, scoping out the scenery the two of you share a passion for. One day, in particular, nearly half a year spent every waking moment the two of you could obtain, you’re in the process of dressing for another date, asking Taehyung if he can hook the necklace, he had surprised you with moments before, behind your neck.
That’s when he notices for the first time.
The tip of a thick scar where they had performed your operation for your spinal injury over a decade ago. It’s a story you haven’t fully opened about; though Taehyung has been aware of your sensitivity due to nerve damage, you always mask it by toughing through it; him right by your side in preparation to catch you if you are to fall. His fingers brush along the part of the scar that’s visible; tears brimming your eyes when he moves to place a gentle kiss upon it.
“You’re the strongest person I know,” he whispers, the warmth of him embracing you from behind tenderly in caution of any pain he may cause by the gesture. He doesn’t even know the full story, yet he knows that you conquered the trial by storm; refusing to accept any negativity that is thrown your way. That’s the night you happen to tell him everything- his eyes widening with so much inspiration for the accomplishment you achieved because you never gave up the fight.
A couple more months pass, you fall asleep on the couch, Lilly curled behind your legs- Taehyung and Yeontan passed out in the bed. You awaken in the middle of the night, pain causing hitched breaths at the back of your throat, Lilly whining in a panic as she jumps to lick at your face. Taehyung hears the commotion, jolting from the bed with Yeontan scurrying suit.
“Sofia,” Taehyung reaches you immediately, guardedly placing his hands upon your cheeks. Just that small act of love brings a peace you can’t explain- the sensation of your joints dimming to an elusive throbbing that you’re able to bare just enough to maneuver yourself to sit up.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, “I didn’t mean to wake you,”
“No,” he whispers, “Don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Taehyung rests his forehead on yours, his frilly hair tickling at your skin while the tip of his nose presses to yours. “I would have carried you to bed, but you looked so cute, I didn’t want to wake you,“
“Oh, hush,” you can’t help the smile finding its way to your parting lips, your body relaxing from the tension of trying to retain comfort, “Why are you so perfect,” your voice is hardly audible, and the words roll off your tongue before you can even catch yourself.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Taehyung tilts his head while his eyes flicker to investigate yours. With furrowed eyebrows, you can’t help the confusion pouring from your expression,
“Me?”
“Sofia,” Taehyung says incredulously, “You are a warrior,” he refuses to avert his gaze from your eyes- the ones he gets lost in every chance he can, “Optimistic, intelligent, loving, extraordinarily beautiful,” you’re in disbelief at the flood of compassion waving from his lips that are now kissing every inch of your face, the pain that had been plaguing you vanishing completely while Tae’s voice soothes you, “A conqueror, determined, goal-oriented, need I say more? Yes-”
Tears pang your cheeks- you’re so in love with him you can hardly contain it. His kisses moving to your earlobes and your shoulders, his hand still tangled in your hair while he professes even more words to define the soul that you are.
“Sofia,” he returns to face you completely, his lips just a few centimeters from yours, “You are my soldier,”
Tears blur your vision, though you bring your hands to cup his face- you’re speechless- never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine a man as beautiful as him would enhance your life to what it is now. You’ve always been a fighter- but he reminds you of that every single day. You kiss him then- getting lost in the sensation of his warmth while he hovers above you- bodies tangling together while he captures your kiss so passionately with his own.
Yeontan and Lilly cuddle off onto the large dog bed Taehyung had bought- the two oblivious to the love that was said minutes prior. And there’s nothing else that can complete you so perfectly- just Taehyung, Lilly, and Yeontan-
denmark 🇩🇰, slovakia 🇸🇰, monaco 🇲🇨 please and thank you mate!
Hi Sofia! After I finish these I will do my homework I promise
denmark 🇩🇰: what were you doing at 20.30 last saturday?
I was watching a movie with my mom and bothering everyone in the gc
slovakia 🇸🇰: how many languages can you speak?
Ehhhh like 11/2 on a good day. The only language I speak fluently is English but I speak mediocre French after studying it in school for about 6 years. I know a little bit of Italian because I did a study abroad there and took a class while I was there but I really don’t remember anything other than the basics
The following piece of writing is for @book-pirate and anyone else who loves Pride and Prejudice, even when it’s modernized/modified adaptation of Jane Austen’s masterpiece.
I give you “Arrogance and Assumptions”, part (?/?)
LIZ.
Friends. I did it! I’m here! After 8 hours of literal planes, trains, and automobiles, I have arrived in London and travelled to the little village of Pemberly. That’s right folks, I’ve officially started my Semester Abroad and am stationed in the not-as-famous-as-it-should-be-because-dear-Austen-it’s-GOREGOUS Pemberly Park! Now, for those of you keeping track at home, you’re probably wondering “Now Liz, why in the wide world of your ‘Accidentally-Trapped-In-Austen-Plot’ life would you name this place Pemberly?!” Well, dear reader, as you may recall when the real Elizabeth Bennet arrives at the cannon Pemberly, she had quite potentially the same reaction as I did. Sheer and utter dumbstruckness from beauty. Dear Austen above, this place is taken straight of my dreams of a quaint English town. It’s got it all-- homes and cottages upon rolling green hills, delightful looking bakery, a tiny bookstore, a decent food market, and it is next to a small-but-beautiful park filled with old growth oak trees. It is quite simply perfection on Earth. And yes, I do want to cry about it (and to be honest actually did) thank you muchly. I passed the office where I’ll be working as the Parks Communication intern, which is based out what looks like a re-purposed old English farmhouse. Cannot wait to start on Monday, when I meet the rest of the staff (well, in person at least)!! Until then, I’m taking time to unpack some of my All-Of-My-Things I stuffed into my suitcase. The internship set me up in a room that’s attached to a house, sort of a Mother-In-Law deal. The lady who owns the place ((let’s call her Mrs. Gardiner)) was a lovely person, and was kind enough to bring me some eggs from her chickens. I already love it here.... however, I am nervous. Will the Austen Plot follow me all the way across the ocean?? Stay tuned as I find out, friends.
DARCY.
I have just walked into work, sat down, and is already my phone is ringing. Ah, Mondays. I look at the phone, staring at the time of 7am and the name “Caroline” willing it to go away with sheer force of will. I do not wish to talk to her, let alone at such an early hour. I sigh and pick up the call, knowing that I really must talk with her. She is my secretary, after all.
Caroline: “Oh, good, you’ve picked up!!”
Me: “Yes, Caroline. Good morning. What can I do for you?”
Caroline: “Well, as you know, the Communications team has been in talks with the National Trust in hopes to acquire some land near that tiny English village I’m forgetting the name of.”
Me: “Yes, I know Caroline. Do you have an update on that venture?”
Caroline: “Uhh.. well... sort of. The head of the Conservation Team wants to meet with you.”
Me: “Ah.”
Caroline: “Today.”
Me: “What? When today, Caroline?”
Caroline: “At 10am? I’ve confirmed as you don’t have any other meetings then. I hope that’s ok with you sir-- I mean, erm, Mr. D.”
Me: “Yes fine. Send me the address.”
I sigh heavily as I calculate exactly how much work as I can do in the next three hours.
LIZ.
It happened. Alas, even in this seemingly sleepy English town, the return of the Austen Plot has found it’s way back to haunt my life. I may have been astute previously in dubbing this place “Pemberly” because today at 10am GMT time who should stroll into the National Trust Office but Darcy himself. Here I was, an intern tucked into a corner with the exciting task of taking notes and minutes for a meeting when in he strode. Now, dear reader, I unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately for me) was not graced with the post-lake-scene BBC Version of Darcy. However, I will say that the surprise on this Darcy’s face was equally as amusing as the Colin Firth or even Matthew Macfadyen to seeing their Elizabeth Bennet at Pemberly. I spent most of the meeting smiling to myself about it all as I wrote down what was said. Oh Austen, you amuse me.
DARCY.
The phone rang for what felt like two minutes before I heard the click on the other end that indicated picking up.
Me: “She’s here. She is here in England.”
G: “Oh my gosh. Who? You can be so dramatic and vague.”
Me: “The woman I told you about in America. She’s here as an intern at the National Trust.”
G: “Wait. Hold on. What?! You mean your crush? The girl that verbally tore you apart after you did a horrible job at telling her that you liked her?”
Me: “...yes.”
G: “Oh. My. God. That is amazing.”
Me: “Not really. I do not know how to approach this situation.”
G: “Am I advising you? Or did you just need to vent?”
Me: “Advice would be welcomed.”
G: “As your sister or as someone with questionable romantic expertise?”
Me: “Either, really.”
G: “Talk to her.”
Me: “That’s it?”
G: “Yeah, genius. Communicate! It’ll be good change for you.”
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LIZ.
Hello, dear reader. You will never guess where I’ve been. Well, actually, if you’ve read Jane Austen, you probably could. Well, take a guess before you read on...
I visited Darcy’s house today. That’s right, I have been to the hallowed halls of Pemberly!
Did you guess correctly, friends?
Alright, well I can hear you wondering about it at home, so let’s begin this episode of “Modern Austen”! Well friends, this Elizabeth Bennet was pleased to see that instead of a literal mansion, Pemberly is now a reasonably sized two bedroom flat! However, it was decorated and affixed with appliances in a manner that could have been featured on a front page of a catalog entitled “Modern Apartment Living”. The space was both really impressive and and disheartening in terms of the realities of Privilege.
“But Liz, why were you at Darcy’s house?” ah yes, dear friends. Even as I look at photographic evidence that it even happened at all, I myself am still wondering that. I suppose the simple explanation is that he invited me. The longer story is that instead of the Stuffy Robot Person he was formally, Austen has found a way to make this Darcy much more tolerable as a person in terms of the amount of communication, the tone of speech, and effort in actually wanting to communicate at all. He actually asked if I would “be willing to work on the communication between us”. And then... somehow it turned into a dinner date. I honestly cannot explain it either. However, a dinner date was had, and was surprisingly mutually enjoyed. Miracles do happen, kids!
