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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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Okay I've got an idea so you remember when in the rise movie Leo is saying goodbye to his family and then gets Portales in the other dimensions with the krang. What is the reader saw this happen like right in front of their eyes and they're running to the portal like "NO!" and the then it closes.

Then later they're with Casey/ or by themselves just making their way to the others not knowing that Leo's alive (could be because their phone broke or something) so when they see Leo with his brothers and stops. Then Leo turns around and see the reader, he makes his way over to us.

Then we just smack him (plot twist 😱) then he stops.

We then start yell at him about how that we could have stopped the krang together and how scared we were that we would never see him again and he should never do something so stupid ever again. While we're say this were like sobbing, voice cracks everything. Just us trying to hold it together but failing miserable, Then going "and- *shakey breath noise* a-and"...

While Leo slowly pulling us into a hug, our eyes widen and then we sob into him then Leo just petting our hair and whispering comforting stuff. Then after we stop hugging but but also not like were holding on to each other making our way back to the other very slowly because we're both very VERY injured. Then we apologize of smacking him and griping his hand tighter.

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Sorry this a lot but I've had that idea in my head for a hot minute and just wanna see it come to life.

Anyways Make sure to take breaks and and eat food because you deserve it for all the amazing story's you bring into this world. Have a great day

When he was gone (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: reader sees Leo stay back in the prison dimension as the portal closes and thinks he’s gone for good.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN!reader (established)

warnings: angst, comfort at the end, mention of the Krang and injuries

word count: 1.4k

A/N: i was in the mood for some angst and i’ve been wanting to write this one for forever now. sorry it took so long (and for the lame title lmao)! i hope this is along what you imagined ;;v;;

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

“Casey, please!” you heard Leo pleading. Pleading for him to close the portal, while he was still on the other side, holding back the Krang.

You lied on the ground, or rather on the floating debris around the technodrome; remainders of the battle that had just taken place. While you had fought to the best of your abilities and given it your all, the Krang still seemed so much more powerful than all of you. You clenched your fist, hearing Leo screaming again.

No, you thought. We’re not leaving you here. We need you. I need you.

Painfully getting back up on your feet, you started walking towards where you could see Leo fighting the alien. Then you started running, sprinting as fast as your limbs would allow. Daring to look down to where Casey was standing in front of the gate, your blood ran cold as you saw him snatch the key from its platform.

“NO!” you screamed, stretching out your arm towards Leo as the portal started to close. Your vision was completely blurred from your tears, but you kept leaping forwards until the explosion of the gate closing knocked the breath out of your lungs and sent you flying.

You hit several pieces of debris, and by some miracle you managed to land somewhat safely on the actual ground, although you were pretty sure you had broken something. Still, the pain in your heart was so much worse than the physical one. Clenching your shirt over your heart, you all but wailed and screamed.

It was over. He was gone.

You were curled on the ground for what seemed like an eternity, but had likely been only a couple of minutes, until you felt the stinging pain in your leg and chest; probably a broken rib? You tried getting to your feet, but winced and immediately fell back down. Looking at your already swollen ankle, you concluded it was sprained. You dared giving your body a once-over and realised you were covered in cuts and bruises everywhere. Blood stained your shirt where glass shards had cut into your flesh. You carefully picked them out one by one, biting on your bottom lip.

Once your breathing had somewhat calmed down, you tried getting up on your feet again, switching your weight fully onto your good leg. Taking your phone out of your pocket you realised it was completely busted. Another wave of tears streamed down your face. Hopefully you could recover the pictures of you and Leo. You suddenly thought of how you didn’t have a single printed out photo of him, and a bitter laugh escaped you in between sobs.

If anything, you had to get back to the other turtles. So you grabbed some piece of metal that was the right length to use as a crutch, and started your slow and painful way back.

You kept crying to yourself with every stride. The ache was too much to bear. Several times you had wanted to just give up and let yourself be engulfed in self-wallowing, not caring what happened to you, but you knew that’s not what Leo would have wanted, so you continued to take step after step, breath after breath.

The sun had almost finished setting when you heard familiar voices. Quickening your pace, you walked around the corner to see Raph and Donnie supporting Leo, Mikey besides them, as they also made their way back home.

You called his name, and Leo looked up to see you limping towards him. He freed himself from the grip of his brothers, meeting you halfway and ready to take you in his arms. To everyone’s surprise, when you stood in front of him, you let your makeshift crutch fall to the ground as you slapped him across the face with all the force you had left.

Behind him, the brothers winced and looked at each other, but no one moved.

“Have you lost your mind?!” you all but screamed in Leo’s face. “We could have stopped the Krang together! Do you even know how scared I was that I would never see you again?”

Leo stood still, his gaze soft, as he let you yell at him. You pointed at him accusingly.

“You better-” your voice cracked as you choked down a sob, shaking. “You better never even dare to do something this stupid again, Leonardo. I swear if you-” but you couldn’t continue as you started to cry again, sobs impeding you to talk any more.

Leo took one final step towards you to close the distance and embraced you in a hug. You reciprocated and shamelessly put all your weight on him, as your sprained leg was about to give out. He grunted softly as your arms snaked around his torso and gave him a squeeze.

As you cried into his chest, he kept stroking your hair, whispering reassurances.

“It’s okay” he spoke softly into your neck. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

After a while when your sobs had turned into sniffles, he pulled back slightly to look at you, wiping away some of your tears with his knuckles.

“We should get going. We’re all in pretty bad shape” Raph said from behind. To which you agreed, reminded of your own state as a sudden streak of pain made itself known in your leg, going from your ankle to your hip.

“Can you walk?” Leo asked, holding your arms to stabilise you. Your eyes were closed shut because of the pain, so you just shook your head.

As Leo started letting go of your arms, you opened your eyes in panic, but he kept holding your hand in his, even when Raph picked you up to carry you to the lair. Donnie was once again at Leo’s side to help him walk. The rhythm of the snapping turtle’s walk started lulling you to sleep. Despite the pain, the exhaustion took over, and soon enough you were out cold. Still, your grip on Leo’s hand did not loosen.

— — —

When you woke up, you were all patched up, lying in Leo’s bed. Lifting your arms with a grunt, you saw several bandages covering the glass cuts, as well as an IV. You looked down at your leg and sure enough, your foot was now in a plaster cocoon. You leaned back again and sighed deeply, hissing through your teeth as you felt the shock of pain in your chest.

“You should take it easy” Leo said as he entered the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He held a cup with a lid and a straw in front of your face. “Drink up” he commanded.

You obliged, and took several sips. As he placed the cup on the side, you saw he was also donning several bandages and band aids.

“And why aren’t you in bed?” you asked. Clearly he had also taken quite the beating.

“I already was. I’m better now, and you need someone to take care of you” he replied and took your hand.

“That’s unfair, I also wanna take care of you” you whined. Then you went over his words again. “Wait… how long was I out?”

“Five days” he simply said, caressing the back of your hand. “Actually had me quite worried for a bit.”

“There’s no way you’re healed in just five days” you retorted, ignoring the fact that you had just slept for almost a week.

Leo just snorted at your reply, glad that you were alive at all. And that he was here with you. Together again. You both remained in silence, enjoying and appreciating each other’s presence.

“By the way” you said after a while. “I’m sorry.”

He raised a brow in confusion.

“For smacking you…” you explained and hid your face with your other hand. “You didn’t deserve that. I mean, you kinda did after what you pulled, but I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”

“Eh, I’ve survived worse” Leo shrugged and smiled at you, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Still, I’m sorry” you apologised again and cupped his face. As he leaned into your touch, you pulled him down towards you and gave him a lingering kiss. He hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Maybe I should get smacked more often” he joked and you gave him a warning look. “I’m kidding~” he laughed. “You don’t need to smack me to get kisses.”

#goose feathers #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt leo x reader

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years ago

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meme-anon here ! And I just wondering if things went as the anime went where Baji un-alives himself,Mikey beats up Kazutora,Kazutora gets arrested,etc.How would newly released kazutora react to seeing reader after 10 years?

(its 3am and i got school in 4 hours send help)

meme anon! hope you managed to get that sleep you needed friend, it’s a bit for me to say that now lmao - sorry for the silence my folks, not me trying to work on 10000 things at the same time and taking forever to do anything...

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Guilt, shame, misery, all the emotions that Kazutora thought he had managed to overcome, thought he managed to recover from (or at least bury deep down where he can avoid dealing with them), would instantly come roaring straight back out when he finds you and Chifuyu waiting patiently for him outside prison on his release day. And on top of that, definitely a good heap of surprise - this boy definitely thought that you would have forgotten about him in the ten years that had passed, maybe even moved on with your own life and leave him behind in the shadows.

There would probably be quite a lot of convincing needed to get Kazutora to meet you if it was Chifuyu doing the talking, given he would probably just drop his gaze and try to walk away as if he didn't recognize either of you. But just a call of his name from you and an offer of a warm hug would be enough to break every last wall down, you not even flinching when he comes barreling into your arms like he always did in the past. The apologies, the tears, everything he wanted to tell you would come pouring out through hiccups and wails as you stand there and let him cry it all out into your shoulder, a gentle hum on your lips, one hand running through his hair.

Would never admit it, but this boy would have been so lonely serving his time alone in prison, refusing to try and find any buddies or join any groups, instead fighting to keep himself as isolated as possible, to punish himself for what he did. Thought that he didn't deserve to be happy.

And I think that it wasn’t like you didn’t try to come and visit him while he was in prison, because you definitely did. Losing a friend as close to you as Baji would have sent you spiraling into a dark place, but it was the knowledge that Baji wouldn’t want you to blame Kazutora that would eventually have you coming to terms with what Baji did and help you to forgive Kazutora. But every time you turned up, the guard would go and retrieve your friend for his visit, only to return empty-handed and tell you that he had refused to come out of his cell, leaving you to return home with your heart in pieces.

You never did stop trying throughout the years, visiting to the point you became friends with the guards, even asking the others to help you out to try and meet Kazutora, to tell him at the earliest possibility that you forgave him, to not be so hard on himself. But despite your effort, it would be ten years before you saw your friend again.

Now with you back in his life and by his side, gently supporting him and helping him to take it day by day, this boy starts learning to move forward in life, going about making amends to the others for what he had done. With your intervention, I would think the other Toman founders would be open to welcoming him back as a friend, or at the very least forgiving him and parting ways amicably.

You probably would have learnt of Kisaki’s involvement at some point, either through the good old vineyard, or from the rumors and small talk that delinquents freely give out even with you in earshot - they probably thought that you would have no idea what they were even talking about. Not much you could do being as uninvolved as you were, but you do try to help take care of Mikey on behalf of your friends that were not part of the new Toman gang, being the moral weight that kept him as grounded, balanced and safe from the other's influence and himself as much as you could. And it is through you that Kazutora finally gets to meet face to face with Mikey and apologize for what he has done, and though it was clear that they would never be friends again, at least Mikey would stop throwing a fit when you left to go out with Kazutora.

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poptod · 3 years ago

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Hi, I hope ur having a great day! I’m rly enjoying ur writing and wanted to make a request! Could u write like a (kinda reverse) Cinderella inspired oneshot where Larry has allowed some of the human exhibits to go outside at night (with normal civilian clothes to blend in) just as long as they make it back before light. Ahkmenrah meets the reader and immediately catches feelings for them so he always goes to see them every other night but the reader gets suspicious when he’s always like “oh no it’s almost dawn I gotta leave!” then runs off dramatically (like Cinderella). But one night when he runs off they try chasing after him (like “hey wait I thought we were hitting it off🥺”) but loses him in the crowd but finds that he dropped his cool Egyptian bracelet or something else. Then the next night they’re asking everywhere if they knew who or where the bracelet belonged to and one person said it looked like it belonged in the museum so they go there and it’s like a whole Cinderella moment where Ahkmenrah comes down the steps in his whole gold Pharaoh getup. The reader is totally SHOOK but asks him if the bracelet belonged to him and ofc he’s like “yeah :)” And it’s just a fluffy ending. Hopefully that wasn’t too long and complicated of a request😅

notes: this has been in my inbox for... a year maybe? i'd apologize but i feel like that's inappropriate now for some reason. here it is lmao edit: no wait I do have to apologize, this isn't exactly the prompt because I didnt read it correctly (somehow, despite having it in my inbox for, again, a year) so theres a small change. sorry! hope you dont mind. they arent major changes.

also if ur worried abt the long request... this is a longer fic too lmao WC: 3.1k

On evenings and weekends Times Square was filled with people; native New Yorkers, tourists, shops, sellers, food carts, and pretty much every other sign of life, not limited to the occasional rat or raccoon. Sometimes that made it hard for you to commute, since Times Square stood at the direct intersection between your workplace and your apartment.

Tonight, Times Square itself was fighting against you, and packed humans like sardines within the free confines of the bright, commercial skyscrapers. Even going in a circle round the square would take forever, so the best solution––you decided––was to just walk straight through the crowd.

In the dark of the evening, giant, glowing billboards lit your way, acting as beacons telling you which direction to face. Passing conversation and bustling bodies tried their best to distract you, with their pushing hands and foreign words, but you kept your eye on the biggest screen; it was always to your left. Noodles and a rabbit awaited you at home, alongside the next episode of your show, and with that pleasant reminder you charged on.

"Wir mussen die anderen –"

"Quand reviendrons-nou –"

"But mom, she doesn't even –"

"Disini banyak sampah."

"Bakmak! şu elbiseye –"

So many voices.

Part of you wanted to know what languages they were speaking, but before you could really think about it––or center down on one of the languages––you knocked headfirst into another person walking the opposite direction, sending you both down to the floor in your previous haste. Your hand whipped up to your head as a jolt of pain rippled through your skull upon impact. You hissed out a sharp breath, pointedly feeling your tailbone against the cold cement and the carelessly shifting bodies of the crowd around you.

Looking up, you found a young man around your age sitting across from you, having ended up in the same position as you; legs splayed out on the ground, hand grasping the head. He was staring at you though, his eyes wide and shadowed by the figures around you. He tried to stammer out something as he stood, but before words could come out, he helped you to your feet, still clutching his head.

"I – I – I'm sorry, I didn't – I didn't see you there," he breathed out with a weak chuckle, his brow twisted in worry. He didn't move his hand from yours when you stood.

"Don't worry about it," you chuckled. "I didn't see you, either. Did I hurt you?"

"No more than I've accidentally hurt myself before," he said, earning a small laugh from you.

In return, a shy smile reached his face, and you got to watch as his eyes turned into a blue warmth in the billboard lights, framed perfectly above dark, freckled cheeks and soft lips.

"My name's (Y/N)," you managed to say, staring unblinking at the perfect man before you.

"I am..." he paused for far longer than you'd ever heard someone pause when telling their name, "... Teddy."

He didn't look like he was quite sure.

"Are you sure you're alright?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, I just.. it's... been a long time," he said in a quieter voice, "since I've seen someone.. like you."

You paused. Was he commenting on your skin tone or something? Your confusion––or perhaps your sudden discomfort––must've been obvious, because he quickly backpedalled to explain himself better.

"I mean – someone as beautiful as you," he sighed, scanning your expression as it lightened into pleasant surprise.

This man was a blessing in a dirty grey sweatshirt and jeans. It had been a while for you, too––a while since you'd met anyone new, since you'd had a genuine interaction and connection with someone. Excitement thrummed through you at the thought of the possible realities that could stem from this moment.

Alas, too good to be true. Someone yelled something above the crowd, and the young man's eyes darted up and away from you.

"Shit," he hissed, his gaze flickering from you to someone in the distance. "I have to – I have to go."

But he hesitated to leave. Only for a moment, but a hesitation nonetheless, letting his hand linger in yours for longer than strictly necessary. Again his eyes settled on you.

"I will never be sorry enough for this, but you are so beautiful," he blurted out in sincerity, his cool gaze drowned in a deep sorrow before he darted off into the crowd.

You tried your best to hold on, but all you caught was the thick bracelet round his wrist, and that pulled easily off as he disappeared. A sudden and sinking disappointment fell like an anvil in your chest. No one but a rabbit awaited you at home and you would never see that man again. You would never be sorry enough. He was so beautiful. 8 million people in New York City, thousands upon thousands crowded into 1,000 square feet, and you would never see him again.

Shit.

It was then, staring off into the crowd, that you remembered something heavy was in your hand. His bracelet remained with you, and in a split second you had a new mission. This wasn't personal anymore––it was manners. Clearly he needed this bracelet back no matter what, so you needed to find him. You didn't stop to scan the bracelet or anything––nor deduce that it was made of pure gold and carved with hieroglyphs––before you decided upon your new mission. Clearly this bracelet meant the world to him, and it was your duty as a good citizen to give it back. Clearly.

Not an excuse to see him again, at all.

You tried to run back through the crowd in the direction you came, but by the time you made it to the other side, he was gone. Different streets led in different directions and different blocks and it would be impossible to say which direction he'd taken.

Your search wouldn't end there, oh no; you would continue this.

After you got home and finally had dinner at 11 in the evening.

In the morning, in the half hour you had to yourself before work, you scanned the bracelet as you ate breakfast. Your sleepy mind could identify the Egyptian style and the genuine feel of the material, but you weren't sure what to make of it. Perhaps the man was a collector, or perhaps it was a family heirloom, or perhaps even a stolen artifact.

You bit into your lip, toying with it as you contemplated what in the hell you could do.

Maybe the internet might know something, but what if you ended up in the possession of a stolen artifact? If you posted a picture, would the police––no, wait the FBI––find out and arrest you with no evidence?

No, you decided. Most certainly not. Regardless you decided to keep it to yourself for a little while and do some quieter sleuthing.

To your immense delight, you managed to get off work early, and soon headed back home down your usual route. Again you crossed Times Square, and you found yourself helpless to the hope of seeing the man again. Your eyes scanned the crowd to no avail.

Somehow, your failure only propelled you further to continue your search. Your first idea was to check stores online; maybe he was just interested in Egyptian history and bought something for the novelty, but nothing online matched the design. Museum archives offered little until you ventured to wonder if the Natural History museum had an Egyptian exhibit. The Metropolitan Museum was your first guess, since they had an extensive archive of Egyptian artifacts, and the Natural Museum your last, since the last time you went there were no mentions of Egypt or the Middle East.

Yet here you were, staring at the newly re-released exhibit of the Museum of Natural History, and finding the exact image of the bracelet in your hand. A pair of them glowed on the screen.

Was it too late in the evening to try and return it now? The museum closed pretty early, these days, though you supposed they'd probably make an exception for a possibly stolen object.

The tiny clock on your screen glowed a faint white, displaying a time of 19:40. Not too late to go out, you decided, especially since you didn't have work tomorrow.

Pulling on gloves, a scarf, and a thick jacket, you left your home and headed on your way to the museum. It was a short train-ride away, but the whole time you were clutching onto the bracelet hidden in your pocket, terrified of being discovered and terrified of losing it. In every stranger's face you found a suspect, as well as the tingling hope of happening to see the man again.

He seemed like he'd be a good hugger, when you first saw him. His grey sweatshirt was a little large on him, and he had a hint of chub, which would make him a wonderful, soft pillow.

You shut your eyes and tried to erase the image from your mind.

Despite the lights glowing from within the tall museum windows, the front doors were locked, and shades were drawn that prevented you from looking inside. You sighed, the breath shaking through your empty chest. You had been expecting this, but you hadn't thought of what to do after it happened––once the doors were locked, how could you talk to anyone if they were all inside or at home for the night?

Well, the lights were still on, which meant it was likely someone was still there. You reasoned that if someone was inside, it would be illegal to lock them inside in case of an emergency, so there had to be an open door somewhere.

There were a few alternative exits and entrances scattered throughout the complex, but none worked until you found the delivery entrance. Here, giant trucks would back into the museum, bringing and taking new exhibits. Fresh footprints imprinted themselves in the mud surrounding the driveway.

God... damn it, you thought, your brain fighting turmoil at the idea of committing a crime. Was it really a crime? Would you be caught if it was? Would you be condemned even if it wasn't? What were you hoping to find here?

Some sort of answer. Part of you realized this wasn't just about the mysterious man anymore––it was about stolen artifacts and ancient things. In a way, you were doing your duty in returning something that might've been valuable to historians and archaeologists.

What you found instead––or heard, rather––was music distantly playing in one of the many rooms of the museum. You very nearly got lost several times, but eventually made your way to the museum entrance you first tried to enter.

The first thing you noticed wasn't the music genre, nor the volume, nor the bright, warm lights––what you saw were people both inhuman and uncannily alive, and animals ranging from the Cenozoic era and into the Paleogene and occupying environments all over the world. You could hardly believe what was in front of you, and for several minutes you stared with wide eyes, convinced you'd been slipped something in your latest drink.

Standing and gawking in the corridor eventually gained the attention of a nightguard, who jogged over once he spotted you.

"Hey," he said, slowing down as he approached through the crowd. His voice was somewhat familiar, but you couldn't place it at the time. "What are you doing here? Museum's closed, you're not supposed to be here."

"What... the fuck," you whispered, still staring past his shoulder to an ostrich trying to play soccer with... was that Christopher Columbus in bronze?

"Hey!" He raised his voice and snapped his fingers in front of your face, finally catching your attention. "What's up? Why are you here?"

"I, uh.." your sweaty hands clutched your bag, "I met a.. I met someone, and they – they dropped this."

You fumbled to grab the bracelet, pulling it out and presenting it with a firm grip to the nightguard. His brow furrowed.

"I couldn't find any information about it online, but it looked kinda similar to one of your exhibits here."

"Yeah, I..." He stared at the bracelet in your hand. "I think I know where that belongs."

How this nightguard managed to remain calm in the chaos surrounding you was astounding in itself, but you quickly and correctly surmised that he was used to this. The sudden appearance of magic in your life was alarming, to say the least, but somehow it paled in comparison to what happened next.

"How did you say you got this again?" The nightguard tried to ask, but lights reflecting into your eye drew your gaze away and towards whatever chandelier was glinting at you.

You squinted through the glamour, and at long last you finally found the mysterious man.

You never thought you'd find ancient Egyptian fashion attractive, but here you were, comparing his ratty sweatshirt to a cape and collar of gold, a serpent crown that shone bright in the museum lights, and finding you liked this version more. There was a regality he'd tossed aside when you first met him––now it held his shoulders up, gave his jaw and eyes a keenness you could see from across the room. His tanned hand reached out to the stair's railing, revealing a bare wrist that didn't match the other hand's bracelet.

In the crowd at Times Square and the crowd in the museum he could find you easily. His eyes zipped across the room and immediately you filled his mind; a recollection of memories, a remembrance of fantasies, and a reminder of his wishes to see you again.

He smiled. You saw none of the tumultuous thoughts and only received a wide but friendly smile, growing as you both wound around the exhibits to reach each other.

When you came face to face with him, though, you were at a loss of words, and stared at him for a good moment before you could speak.

"I think I have something of yours," you said quietly.

"Yes," he said with a nod, "you have my heart and I'd like it back."

Your eyes widened, and a burning blush instantaneously filled your cheeks.

"I meant your bracelet, sugar," you mumbled red-faced, shaking your head and hiding your face in one hand while the other presented the bracelet.

"I know," he chuckled softly, and pushed the bracelet aside in favor of taking your hands, pulling you closer to him.

"I gather your name isn't Teddy?" You asked.

"No. Name of a friend," he said, gesturing behind you with his eyes.

You checked and found the wax statue of Theodore Roosevelt you first saw as a child, only this time he was talking. To the nightguard. Of course. When your gaze returned to the man before you, he answered the question you didn't ask.

"My real name is Ahkmenrah. I was once Pharaoh presiding over all of Egypt. Now, I am a common man. I hope..." he watched intently as he intertwined his fingers with yours, reluctant to meet your eye, "... that seeing both these sides of me.. has not tarnished your image of me."

"Things like that don't matter to me," you chuckled. "But why did you run?"

He scoffed softly, rolling his eyes.

"Larry keeps a short leash on us all when he lets us outside the museum. He thinks we ought to interact with modern people as little as possible," he grumbled, glancing to the nightguard behind you. His tone grew softer as he spoke again. "I'm glad I ran into you. Even if it was a little painful."

You giggled as you remembered the headache you got from the impact.

"So am I."

"And... I meant what I said."

You gave him a questioning look, to which he replied with, "I'm sorry I left you there with no truth about me, no answer. And you are truly beautiful."

A deep yearning emanated from his gaze, heavy with the words he wouldn't yet say, and the anticipation to hear your reply. You didn't really understand why he found you attractive to this degree––he was a Pharaoh, and you imagined he was used to a level of beauty that could reign over countries of old.

You weren't like that.

"I'm not so sure about that," you chuckled sheepishly, "but thank you."

You always answered compliments so quietly; it annoyed your mother, but Ahkmenrah didn't seem to mind past assuring that you knew he meant it.

For the rest of the evening he danced with you to the music that lived within the museum's entrance, and reintroduced you to many of the exhibits, including his own. Seeing distant childhood memories and fantasies brought to fruition had its effect on you; not dissimilar to wine, intoxicating and thrilling to its core. Or maybe it was his hand in yours, thousands of years old and with it the accompanying wisdom, with which he chose you out of millions. He showered you in affections and twirled you any chance the music would give, just to watch you grin and giggle. It was as though he was trying to win you over, as though you weren't already enchanted, as if you weren't hanging on to his every word.

Eventually you got his explanation––a reason behind the magic, and why he couldn't leave in the daytime. And, eventually, the morning came, bringing the light of the sun just barely peeking over the skyscrapers.

"Come see me tomorrow night," Ahkmenrah asked, holding your hands as you stood by the door, your jacket and bag on your shoulders. "Please?"

"I don't know if I can," you said, already wringing your heart at the words. The feeling only worsened when you saw how his expression fell. "I have a lot of work to do for the next few days and I can't just go without sleep."

"I understand," he said quietly. "Please just.. come when you can."

"Of course."

When you arrived back at home, your apartment seemed more empty than it had ever been, despite the fact that nothing changed. Your rabbit was still waiting for you and there were still noodles in your fridge to be eaten.

As you dropped your bag, you heard a distinct clunking that sounded unfamiliar. It made you pause, and as you knelt to dig through your bag, you found the same Egyptian bracelet you tried to return to Ahk. Alongside it was a note.

Just a little insurance. Want to make sure I see you again.

You snorted. As if you could last more than a week without seeing him next.

#ahkmenrah x reader #ahkmenrah #night at the museum #rami malek

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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tw. mentions / descriptions of a panic attack

bokuto was excited — more excited than he’d been in weeks!

he was finally getting the time to spend time with his beloved, his puppy, for the first time in forever thanks to the recent onslaught of drama the house had been embroiled in.

he figured he should thank you for bringing it all on because now, as he stood in front of meiko’s room, he had a chance.

“puppy!” bokuto called out, knocking on her door enthusiastically. after a moment of muttering, shuffling around and a loud curse, the door opened up just a crack to reveal meiko clad in only a thin bedsheet with her thin lips wrapped around a cigarette.

kotarou peered over her head and into her room where he spotted a quick flash of dark brown hair before meiko stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“who was that?” he questioned innocently, assuming that it was one of the other housemates. meiko narrowed her eyes at him and blew out a puff of smoke.

“what do you want bokuto.” her voice was steely and cold, nothing like her usual peppy self. still, bokuto couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in there who shouldn’t be.

“you know,” kotarou began hesitantly, studying her face for reactions. “iwaizumi doesn’t like anyone in here who hasn’t signed a contract. and also you’re not allowed to smoke.” his nose turned up at the smell, disgust for the cigarette written clear on his face.

meiko rolled her eyes at him before taking another drag and blowing the smoke out straight into his face. bokuto tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but his lung capacity wasn’t so great. i need to work on that, he thought as he heaved and choked on the smoke circling down into his chest.

the love of his life adjusted her sheet covering before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the end of the blanket. “i asked you a question bokuto. what the fuck do you want?”

the harshness in her tone made him pause. was what he was here for actually important? or would it just bother her unnecessarily?

no, he resolved. bokuto missed her and he wanted to spend time with his kinda-but-not-really-girlfriend! especially after he waited all this time!

“i, i wanted to spend time with you...” with every word, his hesitance grew until he was muttering, the look in meiko’s eyes sending chills down his spine.

“no,” she said and turned back to enter her room. “wait!” bokuto’s hand shot out to grab her arm, very gently pulling her closer to him. “please,” he whispered, tears beginning to rim his wide, golden eyes.

meiko stared back up at him with absolute rage in her eyes as she snatched her limb out of his hold. “listen to me right now bokuto, and listen well,” she sneered, taking a step back towards her bedroom. “i have never liked you. you’re so fucking childish and clingy and annoying! i literally cannot understand how anyone cares to hang around you.”

bokuto felt something inside him shatter at her words, a sharp gasp escaping his parted lips. “but-“ “no buts! you are fucking nothing to me! all you were was a warm body to sleep with but you weren’t even good for that,” meiko’s chest heaved as she finished speaking, her dark eyes trained on the tear tracks on bokuto’s cheeks.

gently, he lifted a hand to his face, barely registering the water that covered them, his mind desperately trying to understand what had just occurred. in the back of his head, he briefly noticed the sound of a door closing and muffled giggling but it was covered by the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

how... could she? he loved her and she, she only wanted to fuck him? he poured out his entire heart, his very soul to her and for what? for her to take it and stomp on it until there was nothing left?

bokuto’s chest felt heavy — he wasn’t breathing. quickly, he took one breath, and then another and another and another until he was collapsed on the ground, heaving for air as he sobbed.

why him? what had he done to deserve this? maybe it was karma — he’d let a plastic bag float by him into a stream when he was 7 even though he knew littering was wrong. maybe it was because he didn’t kiss his mother goodbye the last time he saw her. or maybe the universe was punishing him for everything he’d done to you.

oh, you — the person who meiko had tried so hard to convince him to hate, and he had! his beloved had no reason to lie to him, or at least that’s what he believed until this moment. she lied to him about loving and caring about him so why wouldn’t she lie about everything else?

bokuto’s head was pounding as he tried to rationalize where he’d gone wrong, his usually bright eyes, dull and trained on the ceiling as he attempted to regain his breathing.

it felt like his whole world was collapsing on itself like a fallen star, just waiting to implode and destroy everyone and everything until there was nothing left and—

“hey, look at me, you’re ok,” a soft voice rang out over the buzzing in his head, his eyes beginning to focus on... your figure.

what were you doing here? he so desperately wanted to ask but the words were caught in his throat, trapped behind a wall of despair and anguish.

“don’t try to talk ok? just focus on my breathing, try and match it. i’m going to touch you now.” your soft, small (so much smaller — were you eating enough?) hand wrapped around his own and brought it up to your chest where he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

bokuto’s breath was shaky and definitely not as smooth as your own, but you didn’t seem to mind, instead holding his hand to your heart until his breathing became level and even.

he must’ve knocked out because by the time he came to, the hall was dark and you were gone, the only memory of you being a box of tissues and a glass of water on the ground next to him.

he reached for the glass first, chugging the whole thing down in only a few seconds. all that crying must have dehydrated him immensely, he realized as he searched for another cup.

standing on shaky legs, bokuto attempted to maneuver to the kitchen, holding onto the walls for stability as he crept through the dark corridors.

he quickly filled up his favorite owl mug (a gift from she-who-will-not-be-named) with water once he made it to the kitchen, extra careful not to make a lot of noise just in case someone was asleep.

bokuto swiftly gulped down his water, placing the cup in the sink where he knew it would not remain because if anything was sure, it was the clean state of the house that meiko kept.

ugh meiko. the whole situation hurt to think about so he didn’t, instead choosing to bury it in the deep recesses of his mind, never to be seen again.

as bokuto trudged upstairs back to his bedroom, he noticed the big black trash bag sat at the end of the hall near daichi’s room. he debated on taking it out himself but was ultimately convinced not to.

it’ll be gone tomorrow, he reasoned as he slipped into his room and bed before quickly falling asleep.

...

it was not gone the next day. neither was the cup in the sink, or the hair on the floor in the bathroom, or the laundry strewn all over the living room.

the whole house seemed to be in shambles and it remained that way for the entirety of the week. meiko was nowhere to be seen, flitting in and out of the house at random, escaping to only god knows where with god knows who.

bokuto didn’t care anymore. she ruined his life so why should he give a half of a shit where she was? what he did care about, on the other hand, was figuring what to do about you.

he wanted to thank you and apologize but he wasn’t sure how to do so! he knew he said some horrible things to you and was determined to make it right — not just for you but for himself too.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years ago

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requesting really any angst with the aot girls 😭 just need some angst i will take any go nuts

ASK FOR ANGST AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE

「 AOT Girls (+hanji) reacting to you dying in their arms 」

Paring : Mikasa x reader, Annie x reader, Pieck x reader, Hanji (she/they) x reader

~ 「 I suggest you listen to this song while reading for a more emotional experience (if you’re in the mood to cry lmao) 」 ~

She cant believe her eyes. All that she can think of is how bad she failed you as you laid in her arms, blooding spilling out your mouth and head. Your arms and legs were gashed in big marks, as you felt the world before you slowly cave in.

“Y/N PLEASE!” Mikasa cried out, holding your hand. You tried to give her a small smile. “PLEASE DONT PLEASE JUST STAY PLEASE!” The woman cried hugging you. “I-I Am so sorry..” she gasped in between her tears, profusely apologizing at not being able to save you.

“you remember when we were kids?” You softly said, looking back on the memories, “Y/N P-PLEASE….p-please… please don’t leave me please please..” her sons became whispers, unable to control her emotions. “When we used to run around like animals,” you softly chuckled. You looked up at the weeping woman that was ontop of you. Slowly reaching out your arm, you placed it on her cheek, “I love you..” you confessed.

“my love..please..” Mikasa cried, her words begging like a prayer. She hiccuped as she grabbed your hand tighter, holding it. “We’ll meet again, I promise.” You said, accepting your fate. “No no.. no! Please y/n just wait a little longer please!” The Raven haired woman cried. “I love you, so much mika,”

“P-please.. please…” she whispered as you kissed her. “Another life my dear,” tears streamed down your cheeks at the sight of the end of you. “Forever and always Mikasa, I’ll always love you..” Mikasa hugged your frail body tighter her teeth gritting as her heart basically pumped out of her chest. “I love.. you to..” she said, holding back anymore tears. “I’ll.. see you.. later…” and as with your final words you took your last breath as the world faded forever around you. “Y/n.. honey..” she said, “y/n..” Mikasa tried shaking you but to no avail.

She weeped as she held your body, screaming at the top of her lungs as she cried. That’s all she could do, for her lover was gone. ‘Another life, we’ll meet again,’ was the words that lingered in her head. She still couldn’t accept the fate of her lover, the one of death.

Zipping through the trees as she rushed over to you, not giving a shit about the titan that just ate another one of your comrades. Annie scrambled to your body as it hit the floor of the forest, blood rushing out of your head as your stomach had been impaled, gash next to your heart and she knew, you weren’t going to make it.

“Y/N!” she screamed coming down from the trees. The sky up above was all you could stare at. You couldn’t move, your body almost on the state of paralysis. “Y/n!” Annie ran to you, kneeling at your side. Your wounds were bad, injuries that even the best doctor in Marley couldn’t even fix. “Honey.. honey hey!” She said, grabbing your hand, “it’s gonna be okay,” the blonde said, tears welting up in her eyes. “A-ah…” you groaned out in pain.

Annie dug through her bag, her hands shaky and panicked, trying to find bandages. “Shit,” she panted as she hurried to take off her jacket. She placed her jacket on your gash, pushing down hard, trying to stop the bleeding. But it just wouldn’t work, blood kept seeping through it, and the now blood soaked jacket was no use.

“annie..” you tried calling out to her as she dug through her bag again, trying to find something, anything, to help. “Annie… hey..” you saw the way she was worried, her panicked expression and tear filled eyes giving you no sign of hope. “W-WHAT!” She yelled at you, jolting her head towards you. “It’s okay..” you tried to give her a reassuring smile, softly trying to grasp her hand but due to your injuries to no effort.

“I- I JUST NEED TO APPLY PRESSURE I-!” you interrupted her unnerved yelling. “It’s okay.. you cant do anything about it …” you tried saying to her. “N-NO! DAMNIT I JUST NEED SOMETHING! ANYTHING!”

“Annie, love..” Your girlfriend broke down crying into her palms, her tears everlasting and her face a bright pink from crying so much. “I’m glad I got to call you my girlfriend..” you lazily smiled, “NO DON’T YOU FUCKING GIVE UP YET!” The blonde screamed at you, tears soaring down her face. “ WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST STAY NEAR ME I COULD’VE…I…”

She wanted to curl up into a ball and die along side you there. She knew she couldn’t do a thing about your fate, and now that it’s approaching sooner than the breaths you take she couldn’t accept it. “You mean the world to me… you know that..?” You told Annie. She tightly grasped onto your hand, holding it close to her face and kissing your fist, sobbing hysterically. “Y/n please you’re my only reason of living..” she whispered, trying to catch her breath. “You’ve got a purpose, more than me.. okay..?” Tears of your own rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re not a lost girl, annie, you’ll find your way..”

Eren jeager’s first attack on Marley at Willy’s speech was a shock to everyone. The chaos all around you had suffered long and far as the titans began their fight, punching, kicking. Laura Tyburs titan emerging and Eren jeager eating it. Your body laid lifelessly on the road. Lights soaring up ahead of you as the sound of ‘three dimensional Maneuver gear’ flew past.

Pieck saw you on the ground, her eyes scared and filled with terror. “POCK! GO KILL EREN!” She demanded, screaming as her titan form hurried to you. Pieck stopped with a thud as she emerged from her titan, seeing you on the ground.

“LOVE!” She screamed at you, her fingers near your neck checking your pulse. “Mmm..” you moaned in pain, as your tired eyes scanned the blurry vision infront of you. “I- I NEED TO GET YOU TO SAFETY I-!” She panicked as she saw one of the scouts fly above you both. Her gaze worried as she tried to lift you up.

“Pieck..”you said. “I- I HAVE TO GET YOU TO A DOCTOR I-!” “Why are you.. yelling..” you said in confusion. Blood trickled down her hands that laid under your back as she picked you up onto her lap. “What’s..happening…?” You said, unknowingly. “I-I’m scared…” you managed to get out in between gasps of air.

“I-it…” The woman stopped in her tracks, “d-dont be scared y/n.. I promise everything’s gonna be okay we”re going to get you to a doctor and they’ll take care of you and by tonight we’ll be in bed together cuddling-“

“I don’t think I’ll make it till tonight..” your tired voice said. “It’s okay though.. I just wanna spend right now.. with y-you…” Tears fell heavily down Pieck’s face as she kissed your cheek, gritting her teeth trying to not make you panic. “No no baby you will, you will I promise love!” She said, brushing your hair with her hands. “PIECK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” A man running up to Pieck in Marley’s military uniform screamed at her. “GO GET A DOCTOR!” She yelled back, holding your hand tightly. “IT’S Y/N! PLEASE JUST GET HER HELP!”

you groaned in pain, your hands becoming numb as your vision faded from dark to light. “Pieck.. Thank you..” She jolted her head towards you, terror written all over her face. She saw how you lost that glimmer, that spark in your eyes. “W-what y-y/n baby please..” she said desperately.

“I don’t feel anything Pieck,” You said to her. “Y/n we’re getting you help I-I promise!” She wiped her tears. “You know I’ll see you again lovely..” Pieck looked at you in horror, “no love.. no please just hold on.. please,” she cried, her body shaking over yours. Tears falling down onto your wound. “I remember our first date…and I was so awkward….and I fell over with the drinks.. and even the waiter laughed” you recalled, trying to remember happier times.

“Y/n.. oh sweetie oh..” she held her mouth as she sobbed, hysterical. “You know.. you were the best girlfriend I could ask for… peck peck..” calling her by her nickname. “I love you…”

“Please don’t go..” Pieck cried. “Please.. please..y/n… please..”

“How lucky I am… to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard…” You whispered. “Forever.. My Pieck..”

The ground below the section commander scattered with blood.

The titans surrounding the entire wall, trapping you all. The mission to retake wall Maria has failed. Almost all the horses had been crushed. Rock flew in Hanji’s way as they braced themself for impact. In the distance your ODM gear worked faulty and you fell halfway down the wall, rock hitting you as it smashed into your body and then into the wall, inches behind you. You harshly hit the ground, landing on your side. Rock blasted in your rib cage as you screamed in pain. And for a moment your vision blurred and you blacked out.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you heard your lover screaming at you, shaking your body. You slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by Hanji, their eyes watery and filled with tears as they wrapped bandages around your wound. “h-hanji…” you managed to get out, as you looked up at her, their glasses broken and their eye bleeding swell.

She wrapped the bandages around your bleeding wounds as they cried. “Honey..?” You looked at hanji as they looked back. “I did good..right?” You asked her. Hanji gritted their teeth “ no you’re not leaving just yet! I’ll be damned if you do!” They replied fiercely. “Hanji… but I think I’m ready..”

“NO GODDAMNIT!” she snapped at you, their eyes deranged and red, tears still flowing down them. They punches the floor as they gave up in frustration, begging to full on weep. “Baby..” you said, saddened by hanjis expression. “I’ll be okay.. I swear… no matter what..”

“Why Couldnt Erwin just let you stay home!” She cried, gripping their chest as if they were gasping for air. “Hanji.. I promise..” you said to her, blood trickling out your mouth as your eyes lazily focused on the person in front of you, weeping about your soon to be fate. “I had fun..” you said to yourself. “I met you… I love you Hanji..” you said to them.

They looked at you, pain in their eyes as they tightly hugged you, pulling you into their arms. She sat you on top of her lap, hugging your numb body. Blood scattering all over her clothes. You buried your head into their shoulder as they petted your hair, sobbing. “I’m so glad we were put here at the same time.. aren’t you.. my crazy scientist…?”

Hanji couldn’t speak. The feeling of the loss of you overbares them. They couldn’t say anything. They just cried into you, absorbing the last few seconds you have with them. “I love you so fucking much y/n.. I love you… I love you… I love you.. I love you..” they kept repeating, kissing your cheek as they said. “P-please don’t leave me please..”

“I’m never gonna leave you…” you said to her, “I’ll always be right here,” you said, putting your fist to Hanji’s heart.

“I offered my heart….right section commander…?” You asked as they gritted their teeth, trying to not scream from crying. “Please Hanji.. I did good right…?”

“You did… amazing….you gave it your all..” She said,replying to you. “I love you…” they cried.

“I love you more..”

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possiamo-andare · 3 years ago

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Just You (3)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

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word count: 5k

a/n: I can't believe it's been eight months since I updated this fic. y'all are probably dead by now and this will prolly get no notes lmao but I finally wrote the next chapter and it's so good in my opinion so please don't be too mad. enjoy!

Y/N needed complete silence when she was reading. If she didn’t, it was almost impossible for her to even read one page. As a child, in a room full of other screaming children, Y/N found it almost impossible to read. Most of her teachers misread this difficulty with an inability to read, which was not the case. This miscommunication actually worked in Y/N’s favour because the extra attention resulted in a greater love for reading. Y/N soon found herself reading everyday and even found it hard to put down a book. When she couldn’t get a physical copy of a book, she then went online and delved into a world where people created their own worlds and fantasies for their readers. Reading had become one of Y/N’s favourite hobbies and she could do it for hours.

Unfortunately, tonight was different. At around 6pm, just as Y/N picked up a book to read, loud music began to play from a distance. At first, Y/N tried to ignore it but soon, like mentioned before, the music began to get louder, and Y/N could not focus on the words before her. The more she tried to focus, the more distracted she became by the music. Soon, she could focus on nothing but the blaring music coming from across the street. Finally, after ten minutes of pure agony, Y/N got up from her bed and stormed down the stairs of her home. Her face is red with anger, and she desperately wants to know who the hell thinks playing loud music on a Tuesday night is acceptable. Unfortunately, she knows the answer the second she enters her kitchen.

Her parents are laughing with each other as they make their favourite snack. Every night, her parents make their favourite foods together as a way to unwind and talk about their day. Sometimes they shared it with Y/N and her siblings but on nights where her siblings were out with their friends and Y/N was the only one home, they usually just spent time with each other. Y/N hesitated for a moment and smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet her parents truly are. She wonders if the person she marries will have this type of relationship with her. She wonders, years from now, how she will look back on her time in OBX. She hopes she looks back with fondness. The moment is ruined though because her mother quickly looks up from the stove, a toothy grin on her face.

“Hello darling.” Y/N’s mother chirps. She reads her daughter's distraught face and since she can hear the music too, she knows why her daughter is upset. Without even letting Y/N speak, she answers the question clearly in her daughter's mind. “Ward Cameron’s son, Rafe, is throwing a party across the street. You can go if you want.”

Y/N snorts. “That boy has been rudely staring at me since we got here, and you think I should go to his house?”

This time, Y/N’s father turns around from the cabinet. “I hear JJ’s gonna be there.” There’s a small smirk on his face and it instantly grabs Y/N’s attention.

She tried to brush it off. “Well, I don’t really like loud music.”

Y/N’s mother scoffs. “Yes, you do.”

Y/N nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She knows that if there’s even a hint of JJ being at the party, she wants to go. “You’re right, I do.”

Y/N had not been to a party in years. The last time she had it was in her first year of high school. She had just moved to that new school only weeks before and had made only a couple of friends. The friends she did make were nice and invited her to a party. The party was okay, and she enjoyed herself, but she was very awkward because she barely knew anyone. She promised that from now on, she would only go to parties where she knew more than one person. Now, she found herself breaking that rule just to see JJ.

Since Y/N was in her pajamas, she ran back up to her room to change. She didn’t want to waste too much time picking out clothes to wear so she quickly looked through her closet and found a white sundress with small blue flowers decorating the material. She had never worn this dress and, when she first bought it, was unsure if she liked it because it was shorter than what she was used to but now, she was glad she did.

She lay her sundress on her bed for a moment and turned to her mirror, where she kept a cabinet full of makeup. Before she even put on any makeup, she looked back up in the mirror for the second time. As she finally had a chance to breathe, she realized her breath was unsteady and her hands were shaking. It was hard for Y/N to put herself out there. Most times, she was afraid of the rejection, or even at the fact that the friends she did have would be gone. But she remembered her parents' words. She was to stay in OBX for the rest of the year. She would make friends here. She would have a life here. With a deep breath, Y/N began to get ready for the night.

Y/N keeps fidgeting with her hair. She knows the more she fidgets, the more upset she’ll be with how she looks but she seriously can’t help it. She only does this when she’s extremely nervous and she knows why. She’s two feet away from Rafe’s front door and the music has somehow gotten louder. It’s almost as if he’s continuously trying to play the music louder to get her attention. Of course, she knows that to not be true, but still, Y/N had realized that in the last twenty minutes since she had decided to get ready for the party and walked across the street, the music had indeed gotten louder. She rolled her eyes as she approached the door, the loud music getting annoying. At this rate, Rafe Cameron would be deaf by the time he was 30. Y/N pretended not to care if he went deaf at all, but a tiny voice inside her head told her that she had to care for him because no one else would.

With a deep breath, she knocks on the door. She doesn’t think anyone would hear it because of how loud the music is but it’s worth a try. She was raised to have manners and would not just enter someone’s house before knocking.

To her surprise, only a few moments later, the doorknob twisted quickly and someone on the other end of the door opened it. It was as if someone had been patiently waiting by the door all night, opening it in hopes that she would come. Of course, she knew this to not be true because the person who greeted her was none other than Rafe Cameron. And he found her annoying.

Y/N couldn’t help but admit how delicious he looked. He wasn’t dressed in his usual preppy attire, no. He wore these ripped, distressed black jeans and a fitted white shirt with a baseball cap to match. It wasn’t necessarily his style that had him looking so delightful but his face. He seemed very relaxed. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. His usual straight posture was now more curled and casual. His face, which had always been pale and gray, was now filled with colour. He wore a cute blush across his cheeks and nose, and on top of the blush was a patch of light brown freckles here and there. Y/N figured he must’ve been in the sun all day. That and he was also high out of his mind.

“Y/N…” He trailed, his eyes glancing at her dress momentarily before returning to her face. Y/N feels a little self conscious under his gaze. She wasn’t exactly confident in her outfit tonight and he seemed, for the first time in forever, more confident than her. “You, um, you’re - you’re very…”

She involuntarily snickers, not realizing she’s doing it until Rafe hears it. His face changes into a dark frown and she has a deep need to apologize. He was probably just trying to be polite, and Y/N must’ve caught him just as his high was reaching its climax. “I’m what exactly?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing that she’s teasing him. “You’re not invited.”

Well, she can’t say she exactly feels welcome right now, standing at the threshold of his door. He still hasn’t even let her in.

Y/N scoffs, her feelings only hurt a little. Although he didn’t look preppy, he looked just as douchy. “Well, your music’s so loud it could wake the dead. Maybe if you didn’t want uninvited people to come, don’t make it so obvious that you’re having a party.”

Rafe scoffs this time. “Aw, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your bedtime?” He takes a swig of his beer bottle and Y/N almost forgets that he’s obviously been drinking. “Were you having a little read before you went to bed? Lemme guess; you were re-reading the Vagina Diaries for the tenth time?”

Y/N’s chest twinges with pain just a little, knowing that the book was on her bookshelf with a worn-out spine. He seemed to know her very well, but it only angered her because he got the answer right. “It’s actually Vagina Monologues, but nice try. I guess for someone who hasn’t opened a book in their life, the Vagina Monologues would be interesting.”

Rafe chuckles and she has a small urge to kiss the corners of his smile. Thankfully, once she swallows harshly, the urge disappears. “Just come in and don’t put your hippie feet anywhere near my furniture.” He finally steps aside, and Y/N takes that as the kindest invitation she’s gonna get from him.

“You mean, your parents' furniture.” She puts one foot in front of the other and tries to remember how to walk. Although it may not seem like it, she’s nervous. She’s not too good with crowds. As she passes Rafe, she can smell his cologne and she feel as though she might faint. For such an annoying boy, he really was intoxicating.

Rafe is not given enough time to throw a snide remark back in her face because someone has entered Y/N and Rafe’s little bubble. It’s another very handsome boy but this time, he’s sweet. He’s wearing preppy clothes (cargo shorts and a pink polo shirt - big shocker there) but he’s not preppy at all when he introduces himself.

“Hey! I’m Kelso; nice to meet ya!” He gives Y/N a half hug because his other hand is holding a beer, but she still gets the sentiment that he’s friendly. His hand respectfully lays on Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N actually hugs him back even though that’s not her thing with strangers.

“I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

She watches as his brows go from a relaxed arch to a surprised arch instantly. It seems that whatever she has said has caught him by surprise. “Oh? You’re Y/N?” Kelso looks to Rafe for a moment, his eyes narrowing in amusement. Rafe tries to indirectly tell him to stop by flipping him off, but it only encourages Kelso. “I guess we have you to thank for this incredible party then!”

Y/N frowns, turning around to look at Rafe. They’re still in the entryway of his house and she hasn’t so much as taken in her surroundings, but this seems too important to ignore. What does Kelso mean? Did Rafe throw this party in hopes that she’d come? There was no way. Doesn’t Rafe find her completely annoying and obnoxious? If so, why would Kelso say such a thing?

“He’s joking right?” Y/N tries to confirm from Rafe but by his meek smile and his cheeks that have only gotten redder since she entered his home, she knows there’s some truth in what Kelso is saying.

Rafe shrugs, trying to come up with a lie. He had confided in Kelso as a way to relieve the stress that liking Y/N has caused but instead, Kelso just had to mess it up. “Well, not exactly.” His mouth is forming a lie before his brain can even properly think of one. “I mentioned to Kelso that you’ve probably never been to a party in OBX, so he must’ve thought I threw it for you.”

Y/N nods, confused as to why she feels a little sad. For some reason, a little part of her hoped that Rafe had thrown a party for her to notice him but alas, it had all been a misunderstanding. “Oh, well, okay.”

Except it wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. Rafe had told Kelso that the only reason he was throwing this party was for Y/N to notice him in a new light. He knew she thought he was just another annoying preppy Kook and he wanted to change that. He thought maybe, just maybe, if she had fun tonight with him, she’d finally start to see him as he truly was, a loveable dork. Unfortunately, that seems to be ruined now.

Before any more words can be exchanged, someone yells for Y/N. She instantly looks to the crowd of people in Rafe's backyard and sees JJ and Pope. The door to his backyard is open so the yelling is clear and not muddled by a barrier. They seemed to have been yelling for a while because they looked exasperated. Y/N watches as JJ stands from his lawn chair and motions for her to come sit beside them. She smiles for one of the first times tonight and nods, the pressure on her chest lifting when she sees her two friends. She wanted to take to Rafe later and get the full story because she had a feeling, he wasn’t telling her the complete truth, but she wanted to greet her friends first. She’d get to Rafe later. For now, she wanted to relax.

When Y/N departed from Rafe and Kelso, awkwardly waving goodbye before maneuvering to the back of Rafe’s house, Kelso spoke first.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she didn’t know this party was for her?”

Rafe glared at his friend. “You really think I’d tell her that. Now she probably thinks I’m even more creepy than before.”

Kelso rolls his eyes at how dramatic his friend was. “You didn’t see her reaction, bro. I don’t know if she even knows it herself, but she definitely likes you.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. He doesn’t allow for his hope to rise because he knows it’s not true. He can’t let himself have any more hope that the new girl in OBX would want to have anything to do with him. She can’t like him because no girl like her ever has. So, instead, he steals glances at her for the rest of the night and hopes to God he can get high enough to forget about the beautiful girl across the street.

Y/N tried to enjoy herself, she really did. And to JJ’s credit, he tried to help her relax and have some fun. She drank the beer that was offered to her, danced with JJ and Pope, and even took two puffs of JJ’s joint. But, although she felt thoroughly buzzed, Rafe never left her mind. She tried to throw a few sneaky glances his way the entire night, but she couldn’t find him. She even left her spot beside JJ and pretended to get a refill on his nasty beer just to see if she could spot Rafe. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. At first, she thought it was just because she wasn’t looking hard enough but soon, after three whole hours of not seeing Rafe even once, she realized he was avoiding her. And if he was avoiding her, it meant that he was embarrassed from their conversation at the beginning of the night. Which meant that he lied, and he had in fact thrown this party just for her.

This revelation crept into her mind slowly throughout the night but when it finally sunk in, she was speechless. She didn’t know how to react. Sure, there was a slim chance that he had been telling the truth but the less she saw of Rafe at his own party, the more she realized that he had lied to her.

JJ had noticed how off Y/N seemed. When they had seen each other earlier in the day for her surfing lessons, he had made a fool out of himself. They had been practising for a few hours before they both called it quits, deciding to pick it back up the next day. Before departing, JJ offered her ice cream for a hard day's work, and she gladly accepted. They both ordered the same flavour (mint chocolate chip - he swore they were soulmates because of this) and ate it as they talked. When they were both finally finished, Y/N went to hug him goodbye, but he instead extended his hand awkwardly for her to shake. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but he was even more so. He had wanted to hug her but didn’t want to without her permission, so he thought a handshake was the safe bet. Unfortunately, he thought wrong and now, that awkward interaction was burned into the back of his mind. He was worried that’s why Y/N seemed so detached, barely speaking. When she had gone to refill her cup, JJ looked to Pope for advice. He had never been so needy for a girl’s approval before and since Pope seemed to want everyone to like him, JJ thought he’d give the best advice.

“So,” JJ sighs and he finishes telling the story of their awkward interaction. “Do you think that’s why she’s been so quiet?”

Pope snorted. “JJ, I think it’s just you. I doubt she even remembers it.”

Although his friend tried his best to reassure JJ, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was burdening Y/N’s mind. But, before JJ could continue his conversation with Pope, Y/N reappeared with a glass full of beer and a somber face. The topic was not brought up again.

JJ had been right though. Something was burdening Y/N’s mind. It’s not everyday that a girl finds out a boy who she thought saw her as a bothersome girl actually saw her as much more. It’s a difficult experience to relate to and not a problem Y/N thought she would have. Apparently, Rafe was better at hiding his true feelings than she thought. She had always assumed that when she’d catch him peeking through his window, watching her ride her bike with her brothers or bask in the sun as she read another book, he was judging her. She assumed he was making fun of her and her hippie family. And when they had first met in the main office of her school, it only solidified in her mind that he saw her as a joke. But instead, he might’ve actually liked her. You clearly only watch people in that way if you hate them or like them and since it clearly wasn’t hate…

No. She wouldn’t let her mind go there. Besides, even if he liked her, who was to say if she even liked him? He had been nothing but rude to her, even when he had technically invited her to this party. He called her a hippie (not offensive by itself but when Rafe said it, it might as well have been), watched her from his window with a scowl, and was a complete snob. If Y/N knew what was good for her, she’d stay far, far away from Rafe and anyone he associated with. But Y/N was a dumb teenage girl and curiosity got the better of her. She needed to find another good excuse to go inside and search one last time for Rafe.

The excuse presented itself when JJ made a small remark of how thirsty he was. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to refill his drink, even though he offered to go himself. But she insisted, taking his cup from his hands before he could argue any longer. As she made her way back inside, her eyes looking for the handsome brunette, Pope leaned closer to JJ.

“See? And you thought she didn’t like you?”

JJ nodded, feeling better about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, if he knew why she truly had wanted to venture inside, it’s doubtful he would have felt better. He probably would’ve felt worse. But he didn’t know, and he wouldn’t know for a while longer.

Y/N first made her way to Rafe’s huge kitchen where all the kegs were lined up. Half of them were already empty but the night was coming to a close and soon, half the party would leave and only Rafe’s closest friends would stick around until 5am. It was midnight now and although she didn’t have a curfew, she wanted to be home by at least 1am. So, as she filled only JJ’s cup, she decided against filling her own. She didn’t want to be too tipsy in case she ran into Rafe. Although, by this time, she thought it was very unlikely that she’d ever see him.

Just as that thought crossed her mind though, another person entered the kitchen. Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Topper. They had never interacted much, just a brief wave whenever she’d pass his house when she rode her bike. If he was outside, which he had only been once or twice, he’d wave, and she’d wave back. Other than that, they never spoke. Until now.

He stood beside her, filling two glasses with beer. His blond hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, but his hands were so full, and he was so drunk he didn’t seem to notice. Y/N had seen Rafe’s pool, but she did not find herself on that side of his house for many reasons (the pool was on the other side of the backyard, she didn’t bring a bathing suit, and her mind was busy with more important matters). Topper seemed to be struggling with refilling two cups, his hands shaking just a little. Y/N instantly registered that he needed help and decided that busying herself with assisting Topper would help take her mind off Rafe.

“Here,” Y/N offered, setting JJ’s cup down on the counter. “Let me help.” She takes one of the glasses from Topper and begins to fill it up, all the while keeping an eye on Topper to make sure he doesn’t spill the other cup.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, swaying back and forth to the music that is blaring from somewhere inside Rafe’s house. Y/N can’t help but smile a little at this giddy boy who would otherwise be embarrassed for acting so weird if he was not so drunk.

Unfortunately, not even helping Topper can keep Y/N’s mind off Rafe. She wonders that since Rafe must’ve told Kelso something about her, Rafe could’ve confided in Topper too. From the gossip that JJ had told her, Topper used to date Sarah but even after they broke up, Rafe and Topper remained friends. So maybe, just maybe, Rafe had said something to Topper about her? She figured even if she asked Topper, it would never get back to Rafe. Topper was clearly drunk and would not remember the conversation he had with Y/N. No harm, no foul. Right?

Unfortunately, that idea was quickly squashed because just as she began to open her mouth, someone else entered the room. It was Rafe.

Rafe had skillfully avoided Y/N all night, while still stealing glancing her way. He never noticed that she too had been looking for him. He was so nervous that he’d eventually bump into her that he would make Kelso check every room before he entered it. Unfortunately, Kelso was drunk by midnight and could no longer help Rafe. Rafe tried to let it go, figuring you were probably gone by now. So, he asked Topper to refill his cup as he helped Kelso into his mom’s car. But, when Topper still hadn’t returned by the time Rafe entered his home, he thought there was no harm in checking up on him. Apparently, there was a lot of harm in that.

And now, there they stood, facing each other for the first time since the beginning of the night. Rafe wanted to turn back around and leave but he had always made a fool of himself, and he knew that if he awkwardly left without acknowledging Y/N, she’d surely think even lower of him. So, as soon as their eyes made contact, Rafe awkwardly raised his hand and waved. He could feel the awkward smile painted across his face and Y/N seemed to mimic him.

“Hey.” He squeaked out, taking both cups from Topper before speaking to his friend. He figured the less he looked at Y/N, the less awkward he would feel. He was wrong. “Top, why don’t you lie down on the couch. I’ll bring the beers soon.”

Topper only nodded, slowly making his way out of the kitchen, leaving his friend and Y/N in there alone. Alone for the first time since the beginning of the night. Both their pairs of eyes were trained on their drinks; Y/N was clutching onto JJ’s and Rafe held one for him and one for Topper. No one spoke for a while. Y/N had waited all night to get Rafe alone, just so they could talk and now she didn’t know what to say. She awkwardly shifted the weight in her feet, unable to think of the first thing she wanted to say. They were only five feet apart, but they might as well have been worlds away.

Rafe was in agony and decided to get it over with. He spoke first. “So, are you enjoying the party?” He spoke so formally, as if he was chatting with his grandmother, but he was too uncomfortable to speak any other way.

Y/N nodded, relieved he had taken the first leap forward. “Um, yeah. Never knew that kids could throw parties like this.”

Rafe smiled for a moment, happy that she was so amazed at his dullest party of the year. His heart fluttered at the thought of Y/N dancing in that beautiful white dress with him. Holding onto him as they swayed to the music, pulling her close. Close enough to -

“So, Rafe, I wanted to talk about earlier.” Y/N began, playing with the skin around her nails. It was a nervous tick she had yet to get rid of.

Those eight words destroyed Rafe. At that moment, he knew she had not believed his original lie. He wasn’t too surprised though. He was a shitty liar and Y/N seemed to pick on everything he did. Although he would rather rip his fingernails off one by one than have this uncomfortable conversation with Y/N, he knew he’d have to give her the answers she was looking for. Even if that meant embarrassing himself.

Finally, he nodded. “Um, uh, okay. What’s up?”

Y/N began to speak but before she could get a coherent sentence out, someone else entered the kitchen, making a bunch of noise as he did. Their eyes met instantly and when she recognized who he was, her back straightened slightly as if she had been caught in a salacious act. It was JJ.

“Y/N, what's taking so long?” He stops just after he enters the kitchen and as soon as his eyes go to Rafe, his smile drops. He’s confused beyond belief. He doesn’t know why Y/N is speaking to Rafe. He didn’t even know they knew each other. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”

Y/N forces a smile, glancing at Rafe briefly before walking past him and towards JJ. She hands JJ his cup and he gladly takes it, a look of pure confusion written on his face. “No, Rafe was just asking me if I am enjoying my first party in Outer Banks.”

JJ's eyes shift to Rafe, whose face is pure white. “Really? How… kind?”

Y/N knows JJ is suspicious so to curve his focus back on her, she reaches up to cup one side of his face. JJ’s eyes instantly fall back onto her, a small smile back on his lips. “Walk me home, JJ. I’m getting tired.”

JJ nods sweetly, placing his hand over the one that’s cupping his cheek. “Sure. Go get your stuff and I’ll meet you at the front of the house.”

Y/N looks back to Rafe one more time, a small smile on her face. Rafe pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding goodbye to her. She does the same, leaving the kitchen as quietly as she entered. Y/N’s afraid to leave JJ and Rafe alone but she really has no reason to stay any longer. She hopes that she can get Rafe alone soon so they can have an actual conversation. Tonight, was kind of a disaster but being with JJ and having such a fun time with him made up for it. She knows JJ is the type of guy she should be with. He’s fun and carefree and they’re too much alike to not get along. Even though this is all true and she does have feelings for JJ, there is a part of her that yearns for Rafe. And that part scares her.

Once Y/N is gone, JJ’s smile drops, and he turns back to Rafe with a menacing glare. “Look, I don’t know what your game is here, but I really like Y/N. We both know you’re not her type. So do both of us a favour and leave her alone.”

And with that, JJ was gone too. Leaving Rafe alone.

Even with all these people in his house, Rafe never felt more alone.

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slytherinlesbian3 · 4 years ago

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Let's talk about Wanda Maximoff.

From the beginning in Avengers: Age of Ultron, we find out that her and her brother were volunteers in a HYDRA program that was using the scepter (mind stone) on human beings.

Pretty rudimentary information.

As AoU goes on, we see that Wanda sees into Ultron's mind and makes the decision to back off because total annihilation of the human race isn't what she signed up for. This leads into the twins making the right choice and fighting with the Avengers rather than against them, successfully placing them on the side of good.

That being said...Pietro dies before the movie even ends. This post says it all.

Wanda wasn't allowed to grieve. She wasn't given a funeral for her own twin brother she hadn't separated from her entire life.

Vision then swoops in to save her after she whoops Ultron's metallic, flat-ass and rips his wirey, roundish heart thing out of his chest. After she did that to Ultron, Wanda did not have a single reason to live anymore, not after the only person she's cared about for years was just shot to death. On top of that, her home was plummeting to the ground and was about to be pulverized. She didn't care if she died up there. Not even when Vision found and took her away.

That, however, as we see in Wandavision (Ep8), leads to a friendship. Vision reaches out and tries to comfort Wanda in her grief and sorrow over her brother despite being a synthezoid with little to no emotional capacity. He recognized that Wanda was hurting and attempted to console her. That's sweet.

Fast forward to Captain America: Civil War. Wanda is trying to do the right thing - being an Avenger, saving the day - hero stuff. Then she makes the split-second decision of saving 1 person versus saving a million, so to speak. She chose right, of course, but the government said she didn't.

Sokovia Accords happens. Team Cap and Team Iron Man happen. Everyone fights.

At the end of the fight, Wanda and Vision apologize to one another. They grow even closer, which is good, seeing her let someone else in after Pietro.

But she still gets locked up. She gets thrown in a maximum security prison in the middle of an ocean and forced into a straightjacket. They treated her like an animal - like she was insane, like she deserved to be in one. You could probably imagine what effect that would have on her already fragile mental state.

Avengers: Infinity War. The secret two years of stealing moments with Vision. The fugitive, on-the-run window. She saw her boyfriend get impaled. Then she saw him nearly die multiple times just to find out that she herself has to kill him, and then sees him die AGAIN to Thanos.

Hello??? She's holding off the guy with five infinity stones in his hand and killing her boyfriend, aka destroying the sixth infinity stone (an item that has been there since the universe's creation), AT THE SAME TIME.

The same post as linked above explains it again. Vision doesn't get a funeral. Wanda is snapped. This girl does not get any breaks.

Five years or half a moment later, Wanda fights the bad guys that she thought had just won. She single-handedly would've killed Thanos if he hadn't ordered that strike. All while still mourning Vision (again, who she watched die TWICE).

So, that's two deaths that A) did not get a funeral and B) she was simply told to move on and get over because things happen. On top of that, the Avengers dissembled and went their separate ways after Endgame. Wanda didn't have anyone left, which led her to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters.

As broken as she already was and with no one to understand the absolute debilitation she was experiencing, seeing Vision's...dismembered body made it worse. The only thing she had after that was a cute red car and blueprints for hers and Vision's forever home.

Admit it, everyone cried during this scene.

With the pamphlet in hand, she broke down and accidentally created the Hex. She thought of a happy place and ended up projecting her grief, her pain, her sadness, and dare I say her trauma - onto the town of Westview and...into Vision. Wanda only wanted to be happy and for the love of everything holy Marvel won't let her.

Then she has S.W.O.R.D. constantly trying to topple the Hex, weird occurrences (like episode one at dinner, or anytime Agnes said anything lmao), Agatha being an aggressor and trying to 1) take Wanda's powers 2) making Wanda relive her past 3) the whole Pietro thing. And that's not even everything bad that happened in Wandavision.

Overall, I'm tired of seeing people hate on Wanda. Yes, we all have different opinions of different characters, but remember:

Wanda lost her brother, lost her home, lost her love 3 times, lost her kids, nearly had her powers taken from her, was hunted by S.W.O.R.D. and the government respectively, her parents killed...it's a lot of trauma to unpack and it all started when she was a child. A literal. Child. In spite of this, she still got up after every fall, every beat down, and kept moving forward. She kept her good heart despite it being broken again and again, and she kept going strong all those years. She was able to keep going despite everything she lost, and that? That's the heart of a true hero.

Just food for thought.

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ridethewritings · 4 years ago

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spending a day with the boys. (headcanons!)

request: hey, i got a request!! i know this is super like general lmao i hope it's enough to work with! but maybe some headcanons on how each of the boys would choose to spend a day off from band duties with the reader! thanks in advance, dude!☺️

a/n: thank you @glambby for being my very first request. i’m forever grateful! :’) i hope you like these headcanons! i may or may not have gotten super emotional while writing cliff's headcanons. </3

warnings: none!

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james hetfield:

- being with james, you knew you had signed up for everything that came with this package. you fucking knew that you were about to have fun when he brought out some liquor from your liquor cabinet.

- this living room sure as hell was big enough for the both of you to get drunk and dance around, singing the lyrics to some random music you put on the stereo.

- the drunken stumbles of the both of you sent you into a fit of laughter as you slowly crumpled to the floor. james would have a huge grin on his now reddened face, cheeks pink from laughter.

- there is nothing like getting stupid, silly drunk with james hetfield. you thanked whoever was in the sky that you two didn't have neighbors in close enough proximity to y'all. hell, you damn sure knew if you did that you'd be getting noise complaints.

- once you two calmed yourselves, james brought out one of his acoustic guitars. another thing you absolutely loved about spending time with him this way. he gets relaxed, and he plays whatever he wants, and you sit there with a glass, the last few sips of your liquor in it.

- god damn, this man can sing. listening to him sing was amazing. it always amazed you at how talented he was, and it makes you wonder how the fuck you got to this point, being with him, the love of your life.

kirk hammett:

- this boy and his horror movies. you like horror movies too? "new horror movie out! let's go to the movies tonight-"

- "kirk, honey, you just got home today. relax-"

- "this movie looks so good though, just look at it!"

- eventually you gave in, and to be honest, you looked at the trailer and unfortunately, it did look like a good movie. now you REALLY had to see it.

- at the movies, he lets you get all the snacks you want, and he gets some himself, and of course he's getting the largest bucket of buttery popcorn for the two of you to share. he wants to make sure you both have everything you possibly need so that way the two of you wouldn't have to get up during the movie.

- go to the bathroom BEFORE you get into the movie, too! just so you don't miss any of the movie. if you do end up having to go again, he won't be upset, but instead, he'd follow you out so he can make a soda run for you after because your sodas ran out.

- oh yes, reclining in the top row of chairs and holding hands between all of the snacks you both put out and started munching on, stealing little kisses from you every now and then.

- needless to say, you two had a blast, and when you went home, you both went to bed, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat slowing to a resting.

lars ulrich:

- walking through downtown, checking out small shops, his hand was in yours almost the whole time. crossing the street, he would never let your hand go, he'd keep you near him at all times. this man is protective.

- the street was lit with dim street lanterns, and the brick sidewalks made ways for the people in town to get around easily. there was music thumping throughout the town from not only the restaurants, but a small music store you spotted.

- you ended up dragging him into the music store to look at the metallica records. whoops? and the first one you grabbed to look at was the and justice for all record, which you knew had a picture of lars on the back. "look at you!" you said softly, pointing your finger at the picture of him.

- your comments on the photo made him have to resist the urge to smile, his cheeks getting rosy as he let out a small and barely audible laugh. and thank GOD no one noticed that it was actually him, lars ulrich, in the music store as you were making your way around, looking at the metallica albums happily.

- as much as he loved seeing you excited, and seeing your happiness about his band's success, he knew it was almost time for the two of you to get going.

- you've both never been in this town before, and you loved it already. you loved the hustle and bustle of this small town, the sidewalks crowded with small groups of people every once in a while, which wasn't a problem because they usually kept on their side and passed y'all without hesitancy.

- it was great, until he checked the time, then he took your hand, telling you that you both needed to leave.

- mans really made a secret reservation to a really really great restaurant that was located in this town. that was why he wanted y'all to be here this late. you weren't complaining about the town, though. you loved the streets and the small stores. this town was pretty cute.

- when he led you towards a restaurant that you laid your eyes on when you passed it moments ago, you made an audible noise.

- the smile that appeared on his face told you everything. and you loved him for that.

- the restaurant smelled and looked absolutely stunning, and he knew you wanted to go there when you passed it before. and honey, disappointment was not a word in your vocabulary when you left that restaurant. you two had a blast, and in fact, that restaurant was now your number one favorite. that food was BANGIN'.

cliff burton:

- cliff would be the person to take you out for a ride in his car, and just park at a peaceful and quiet place that he knows won't have other people at. just a regular hangout place that only he knows.

- it's nothing too fancy, but it's a great place to just relax and get away from society. how he knew about this place, you have no idea, but you're glad he took you here.

- he'd probably smoke a small bit, listening to music on the car radio, and eventually he'd turn it up so the two of you could go outside and sit on the hood of the car, taking in the fresh air.

- he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, and smile when you point out different clouds and their shapes. stay out for a little longer and the both of you would be looking at the stars, the first constellation he points out, being orion's belt.

- if you were hungry afterwards once he'd taken you home, he would call and order in.

- being in cliff's presence was and always has been a blessing from the stars, and you were very very grateful to have him. he may be quiet and chill, but you love him for it, and it always makes you relaxed whenever you are able to spend time with him. no matter how you spend that time.

jason newsted:

- you found yourself mesmerized by jason's curly hair blowing in the wind while the top of the convertible was down, the two of you going 85 on the freeway towards the mountains.

- boy were you excited to spend time with him for the night in that cabin in the mountains, seeing the pictures of the cabin and the views online before you went and booked a cabin over call.

- well, you were not disappointed when you rolled up to the cabin. even the views while driving up the mountain were gorgeous. remembering the way jason compared the mountain to you, saying that the views were gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you.

- he said that, and all you could do was let out a small laugh, and he noticed that what he said, was in fact cheesy. but it was okay, because you loved him.

- getting into the cabin, the first thing you noticed was the warm smell of vanilla and cinnamon. maybe from the candles, maybe from the brand new bottle of rum that you spotted in the small liquor cabinet, along with some small shot glasses that were tempered with the gentlest of hands in warm red and orange color.

- the rest of the night went extremely well, you both had a nice dinner, some drinks, and relaxed in the outside hot-tub that sat in the corner of the screened in back porch, which overlooked the mountains of trees, a lake in the middle of the valleys.

- sleeping with him next to you for a night had to be the best feeling in the world, being in his arms after he was away for so long. it really takes it's toll on you, and he knows it. every time he has to leave, he apologizes profusely, and you tell him it's okay, that it's his job. and hell, whenever he does have free time for you, he always misses you too.

robert trujillo:

- what can i say? robert is a romantic, much like lars. he will want to take you out, no ifs ands or buts about it. insist that you two should stay home? sure, but he’ll find a way to make it romantic. want to go out? you bet your ass he’ll take you wherever you want to go.

- if you want to stay home, he would definitely close the blinds and curtains, make the house dimly lit instead of all bright from the light outside.

- hungry? he’ll cook for you, and you better not get up to try and help him. and to be honest, he’d cook a slammin’ meal.

- if you’re cold, he’ll go and grab both of you a big blanket to wrap the two of you up in, just to snuggle and watch whatever you want. another giant teddy bear!

- going out on this day, he’d cruise around in the vehicle with you, giving you the reins for the choice of music. no complaints from him, not a peep, he'd just listen to you sing the lyrics and have a smile on his face.

- man is just happy to spend this day with the love of his life. he'd do anything to make you happy.

#dev writes #metallica imagines #metallica fanfic #james hetfield imagine #kirk hammett imagine #lars ulrich imagine #jason newsted imagine #cliff burton imagine #robert trujillo imagine

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weuschoiceheart · 4 years ago

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⋘I-Land (OT9) / Enhypen⋙ Love, I-Land

A special collection of stories, for a special group of boys...Happy anniversary to eggies, it’s been a year since I-Land announced the first batch of trainees, a year since we all dive into this roller coaster ride of a show.

~ Inspired by Taylor Swift’s love songs ~

Tagging: @mari-kigold @akira-star @affectionaterainoflove @enhypenthusiast @periwinkle-ink

Warning: suggestive in K’s part (just a brief makeout session), angsty in some parts BUT there’s fluff to make up for it, cursing (literally all my works have curse words in them, I can’t write without making the characters curse at least once lmao)

Word Count: 6k+

K - Wildest Dreams ; passionate love

You didn’t know how you two ended up like this.

It was just a simple school project, and you’ve told yourself it was going to be nothing more than that. That's what you kept repeating in your head, over and over again as you called him over. Yet in your heart, you knew you just wanted him all over you again, even if it’s just temporary, even though you knew it would tear you apart.

Nothing lasts forever...but this is gonna take me down.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

You shouldn’t be making out with the school’s enigma, you shouldn’t have invited him to your house in the first place, knowing it would end up like this, with your lips latched onto his. You shouldn’t be reciprocating the kiss, his mouth hot against yours, one hand tangled in your shirt to bring you ever closer, the other wrapped tight around your waist that you knew it would leave bruises. And most of all, you shouldn’t be enjoying this as his lips moved down your neck, his warm breath tickling your sweet spot, tongue flicking over your collarbone.

Because you knew this moment would be your last, before he disappears and leaves you with a gaping hole in your heart.

K finally pulls away, panting slightly as he tilts his head, a cute gesture that doesn’t match the smirk on his face. “Your lips are so red.”

Bringing a hand up to touch them, you knew they were swollen from the amount of times he bit and nipped at them. Your eyes flicked to his, before looking away. “Well, so are yours.”

K studied you for a bit, his gaze searching, making you feel suddenly small under his glare. What is he thinking? After a moment, he lets go of you, standing up and straightening out his shirt. “I’m going to go. See you tomorrow.”

And suddenly, you felt that panicky feeling in your chest again, and the fear came rushing back. You don’t know if you’ll see him tomorrow, or ever again. Those were just casual words, something to say instead of “goodbye,” because some part of you, maybe it was just wishful thinking, hopes he feels the same. But K isn’t like that. He’s like the autumn breeze that comes and goes, before sending your life into winter without his presence. He never abides by the rules, and floats in that gray area in between, where your relationship with him also lies.

You knew what you were getting into when you kissed him on the rooftop that day, knew that it would only cause you pain. You don’t want your time with him, all these passionate moments of love, to disappear until you can only recall them in your wildest dreams.

Your body reacts before you can think, grabbing his arm as he turned to the door. He stiffened in your grasp, but didn’t make an effort to break away.

“Stay, please.” You mentally curse your voice for sounding so weak, the hand on his arm trembling.

K turned around to face you again, his cold, calculating eyes softening as they met your uncertain ones. His arm finally relaxed, and he sat down again.

“Alright.”

Heeseung - Superstar ; idol love

“I swear to god, why aren’t they picking up?” you tapped your phone in frustration, frowning. As if on cue, a message lit up your screen, and you opened it, curious to see the reason behind your friend’s unresponsiveness.

Sorry, I won’t be able to make it to the concert. I’m working on a project with K.

“K, huh?” you shook your head at your friend’s words. “Aren’t they afraid that he’ll break their heart? Project, my ass.”

Sighing, you pocketed your phone. There’s not much you can do to convince them that their relationship with K was only going to hurt them, but you couldn’t stop the two from having their hands all over each other, ever since your friend came to you screeching about their first kiss on the school rooftop. Like some romantic K-drama where a bad boy falls for the good girl.

Well, not like your love life is any better....

You shook your head, deciding to push these thoughts out of your head and go enjoy your school’s spring concert by yourself. At least you’ll be able to stare at Heeseung all you want without your friend teasing you.

A small twinge of sadness echoed in your chest at the thought of Heeseung, but you quickly pushed that out of your mind. You weren’t here just for him, of course. Youngbin and Geonu were doing a duet, Seon had a sexy solo that he’s been bragging about for weeks, and Nicholas, Jaeho, and the rest of their dance team prepared a special stage as well. So no, as much as you like spending most of the time ogling Heeseung, you were there to support your friends, have a good time off from your studies, and ignoring these annoying fangirls that always surround him—

Yeah, right. You knew it all circles back to Heeseung eventually.

Kicking at some pebbles on the ground, you sighed and realized that the guards were about to close the entrance doors soon. Joining the queue of parents and students, you handed your ticket to the theater teacher (who fixed you with a scrutinizing stare, perhaps remembering you as that problematic theater student she took under her wing a few years ago) and entered the auditorium. The lights dimmed, and the show began.

You screamed yourself hoarse during the performances, cheering on your friends (turns out Seon’s performance did live up to the epic stage he was talking about, you saw the girls—and some boys—practically drooling), and the thought of Heeseung left your mind. Until the final encore, that is, when he and Geonu took center stage to cover “Butterfly” by BTS.

Your eyes widened as he started singing, heart racing a million miles per hour. A smile unconsciously made its way onto your face, and your breath caught in your throat as his eyes flickered over the audience. As if reading your mind, they landed on you, leaving you breathless. Please notice me...oh my god, his eyes are so pretty....

“Did you see that? He made eye contact with me!” the girl beside you squealed, and the moment was gone. The smile wiped off your face, and you turned to her, seeing her beaming at the same boy you were looking at before. Your gaze broke away to scan the masses of people staring at the boys on stage with love-struck expressions on their faces, and suddenly you just feel...alone. Some part of your heart broke, and it was like reality struck you across your face.

You were just another wide-eyed fan desperately in love with a superstar who doesn’t even know your name.

That revelation followed you outside after the concert ended, and as if the weather understands your thoughts, it had started pouring outside. Rummaging around in your bag, only to come up empty, you gulped down your tears and resolved to walk home without an umbrella. Damn it, you should’ve come prepared!

Well, you can’t really prepare for heartbreak, can you?

You hadn’t gone two paces however, when you felt something opening up above you, and turning, you almost had a heart attack upon seeing Heeseung standing beside you. He held an umbrella over you both, his eyes darting from you to the ground, a small blush painted across his cheeks. He seemed fidgety, unlike the confident boy on stage moments ago, and you’re left speechless. An awkward silence passed between you two, before he cleared his throat.

“You’re really cute—I mean, you’re Y/N from my research class, right?” You nodded, internally screaming at the fact that he just called you cute. “I...I, um, I saw you didn’t have an umbrella and it’s really pouring out here, so uh-” he laughed nervously, a small grin forming on his lips as he stared at you expectedly. “Do you want to share?”

Jake - Fearless ; first love

“Bleh, sappy couples,” you shook your head, wrinkling your nose at the scene in front of you. Then again, everyone basically called you and Jake a sappy couple, so you really shouldn’t be saying anything.

Speaking of Jake, you caught him running down the road towards you, his umbrella jostling over his head. Laughing to yourself, you watched as the umbrella caught on another, then got tangled in a whole mess of umbrellas. Jake quickly disentangled his from the rest, apologizing profusely to the party of concert-goers who only shook their heads and motioned for him to go. Giving them a slight nod, he ran up to you, thankfully with no further mishaps, stumbling to a stop in front of you.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly, beaming at you. You swear every time you look at him, it was like falling for him all over again. Despite the cold and the rain, the feeling spread all over you and you felt suddenly warm and fuzzy.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed his hand, and he tucked you under the umbrella, arm wrapped around your waist. The two of you began walking home. “How was the concert?”

“Amazing, though I still wish you got to perform,” you snuggled up to his side, unable to keep a smile off your face. Jake sighed, somewhat regretfully.

“You know I have to work overtime this week, or I won’t be able to pay the rent for the apartment.”

“I know, I know.” You turned to him, eyeing the dark bags under his eyes. “You look exhausted....hey, you should’ve gone home to rest, not come out in the rain to pick me up. You can catch a cold—”

“I don’t want you to walk home by yourself after dark, it’s too dangerous,” Jake interrupted. He grinned at you, and you felt like your heart was gonna melt. Is this what love feels like? Then I’m glad that he’s my first.

The two of you were almost home, when you realized that you were approaching the abandoned parking lot near your house. An idea struck you then, and you suddenly grabbed Jake’s hand, startling him out of his rant about the shitty customer at the cafe.

“Come on, let’s dance in the rain.”

“Huh?” Jake’s eyebrows knit into a frown. “Weren’t you worried about catching a cold a few minutes ago?”

You shook your head, a cheeky grin on your face. Your heartbeat quickened, a shot of adrenaline rushing through you. You weren’t usually like this, but you thought back to the shows you watched, and well, first love means trying something new, right? “The rain is letting up Jake, we’ll be fine. Please?”

A flicker of doubt crossed his face, and you thought he was going to say no, before he nodded and closed the umbrella. You let out a gasp as the cool drops hit your face, and a loud squeal when Jake grabbed your hand and twirled you around the parking lot.

You thought this only existed in movies, but it’s all real. You’re dancing with the love of your life, fearlessly, in the middle of a rain shower. His hands clasped around your waist, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear as you grabbed onto his shoulders and he lifted you off your feet, like the ballroom dances in these old fashioned films. The wind whistled in your ears, the rain splashing on the sidewalk sounds like music. You couldn’t stop laughing, and neither can he, and you knew you were going to remember this moment for the rest of your life.

However, your strength gave out after a while, and the two of you stood there, swaying side to side. At this point, you couldn’t care that your clothes are wet and sticking to your skin, and you lean your forehead against Jake’s. He giggled, small droplets of water trailing down from his soaked hair. And he slowly leans in, the distance between you two shortening, your hands begin to shake as your breath quickens.

Is he going to—?

Sensing your nervousness, he grabbed one of your hands in his, pulling you in. You felt a little more brave as you tugged at the front of his shirt in your other hand, and connected your lips, at last.

It’s a first kiss, it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless.

Jay - Ours ; long distance love

Lucky Jake, you muttered to yourself, sighing as you rested your head on the counter. He doesn’t have to deal with stupid customers at this time, and at least he has more experience with people yelling at him. Or maybe you’re just jealous that he has someone to hang out with, go on dates with, and laugh by his side.

You smiled sadly to yourself and took out your phone, opening the photo gallery. You felt a pang of nostalgia and wistfulness as you clicked on the first photo of you and Jay. It was from your date at the shopping mall, where Jay had chosen several outfits and forced you to try them on. It was a time where you had let your insecurities get the best of you, and Jay was having none of it. The photo was of him hugging you after you tried on one of the outfits he picked out.

You look beautiful, you can hear him say. Stunning, amazing, don’t ever doubt yourself again.

I won’t, you had murmured back. Thank you, love.

“Seriously, is this some sort of playhouse? Can’t even do their job right....”

Your head quickly shot up, eyes widening at the intimidating businessman in front of you. Fuck, not him again....

He rolled his eyes at you. “Two large cups of mocha latte with a half shot of espresso. And make it quick, I’m in a hurry.”

You purse your lips in disdain. “Yes, sir.”

Putting your phone away, you sighed as you began making his order. If Jay was here, he would’ve made you laugh by making fun of his attitude, or just straight up told the man off. But he’s not here, and he’s not going to help you out, you thought to yourself, gritting your teeth together as you mixed the coffee. He’s working for that fashion company in Paris, so just let him live his dream. C’mon, Y/N, just make this damn coffee, give it to that damn businessman who can’t keep his damn mouth shut—

“Be careful, you idiot! You’re going to spill them!”

You snapped out of your daze, again, by the harsh voice of the customer, who grabbed the two coffees, spilling foam over your hands, causing you to hiss in pain. And he had the audacity to walk away muttering, “Gosh, I’m never coming back to this shitty place again.”

Swallowing the pain, you went to wash your hands at the sink. It’s part of the job, there will always be some people yelling at you, it’s not your fault, you tried to comfort yourself, though you were sick and tired of this. This endless routine, the fake smiles you have to put on, a gaping hole in your heart you can’t cover up. It’s been over a year since Jay has gone, and suddenly, you missed him more than ever. Frustrated, you turned the faucet off, almost yanking it off the sink in the process. Burying your face in your hands, your mind wandered to something Jay had told you, right before he left for the trip.

Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.

You smiled at Jay’s words, and took a deep breath, calming yourself down. You will get through this. Drying your hands off on a towel, you smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt and set your face in a hard line. Just a few more hours, and you’ll finally get off work. You can do this.

Making your way to the counter again, you prepared to put on your custom smile and act like the cheerful barista you were supposed to be. “Hello! How may I—”

“Y/N?”

Your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes met the person you were just thinking about. No, it’s not possible, how— The two of you stared at each other in disbelief, before Jay’s face relaxed into a bright smile, and he opened his arms.

You ran out from behind the counter and wrapped your hands around him. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, you held on tight, and that’s when the tears came, happy and sad at the same time.

Jay didn’t say anything, for there was no need to use words when actions and feelings showed it all. He grasped you in his arms, body shaking slightly as he blinked back the tears from his own eyes. I’m finally back home.

The two of you stood there for who knows how long, but you couldn’t care less. No matter how many annoying customers you have to face, no matter how many times coffee spills all over you, nothing can separate you from what is yours.

You can say what you want, but this love is ours.

Sunoo - Sparks Fly ; pure love

You and Sunoo quietly crept out of the cafe, not wanting to disturb the couple hugging by the counter. Unfortunately for you two though, it had started raining outside, and none of you brought an umbrella.

“Really? And the forecast said it wouldn’t rain,” Sunoo grumbled, pouting. “The weather person needs to get fired.”

You laughed at his words, resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks. “They’re just trying to do their job, Sunoo. I mean, it’s not that bad....should we just make a run for it?”

Sunoo gasped dramatically. “And mess up our hair? How will I take our end-of-the-date selfie with our soggy selves?”

You rolled your eyes, “we can use our school bags to cover us. I mean, it’s either that, or be late to our movie night.”

Sunoo mulled over it for a moment, scrunching his nose in concentration. “Oh, fine. But we’re sticking to the cover until we have to cross the street.”

“Deal.” The two of you shuffled along the awning of the cafe, until you reached the end of the street where the crosswalks are. You two looked at each other, hunching your bookbags over your head. One hand holding onto your bag, you stretched your hand out to Sunoo, a smile crossing both of your faces as he took it.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three. GO!”

The two of you dashed out into the rain, laughing and screaming like little kids. A wild, childish bliss took over you, and you couldn’t stop giggling as you gripped tightly onto Sunoo’s hand. He looked over at you, and you can see that he was having the time of his life as well, smiling so much that his eyes seemed to disappear. You wish time could stop at that moment, as rain poured down around you two, the happy feeling in your chest expanding with love.

All too soon, your journey ended as you two rushed up, panting, to the door of your house. Letting your bags fall over your shoulders, the two of you turned to each other and laughed. You reached over to part the hair from his eyes, and he playfully flicked his head, spraying water on your face. You let out an indignant yelp, before lightly pushing him, then reaching to catch him again before he slips down the wet steps. Sunoo held onto your arm, trying to contain his laughter, though his bright smile gave it away.

“Gosh, we’re a mess,” you said as you tried to catch your breath. Putting your bag down, you fumbled in your pocket for your keys. “But you know what? Let’s do that again next time.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll actually remember to bring an umbrella next time,” Sunoo said, shaking out his wet bag. He grinned at you, and you swear you can see sparks fly whenever he smiles.

Jungwon - Mine ; enduring love

You trudged down the street, not minding the fact that you’re thoroughly soaked by the rain. Everything felt like a blur around you as your mind kept replaying the scene from moments before, and the tears came streaming down your face again, mingling with the drops from the sky. The sound of laughter pierced through your reverie, and you turned to see a couple giggling together at the front steps of their house, the sight making your heart squeeze.

What went wrong?

We were like them too, so what happened to us?

Sniffing, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand, turning away from the scene. Looking around, you realized that you had walked farther away from the house than you expected, and that it was already dark. Should I go back? As much as you don’t want to confront Jungwon right now, you don’t want him to worry either. Would he even worry though? Maybe this really is the end...

Making up your mind, you resolved to just keep walking, until you finally decided on what to do. Taking out your phone, you texted your friend whether you can stay over at theirs tonight. Slipping the device back into your pocket, you continued plodding along.

Until someone grabbed your arm, and you screamed.

“Y/N, it’s me! It’s me.”

Whirling around, your heart rate slowed as you made eye contact with your boyfriend. The rain had slowed to a drizzle now, and you saw that his eyes were red, like he had been crying too.

“Jungwon...” you extricated your arm from his hold, and took a deep breath. “What are you doing here?”

“I ran after you,” he mumbled, looking down at the ground. “After you left.”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “O-oh.”

Not knowing what to say, the two of you stood there, and each passing minute felt like a wall growing bigger and bigger between you two. You didn’t know how the two of you even ended up like this—an offhand comment, which somehow led to yelling and cursing, and then you were running out into the streets alone, crying. And now, to this silence. It felt like hours before Jungwon spoke up.

“I’m sorry.”

Gulping, you forced the words out of your throat too. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve stayed instead of just running away like that.”

He shook his head. “No, this was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you...talked to you in that way.”

You sighed. “Well, let’s just say it’s both of our faults, then. It doesn’t matter.”

Jungwon nodded hesitantly, peering up at you. “Should we go back to the dorms?”

You bit your bottom lip, thinking. Everything felt too much, like a fragile heart broken into a million pieces, each one jagged and misshapen. “I already texted my friend that I’ll stay over at their house tonight. Should we—should we just take a break, Jungwon? These days we’ve just been arguing and fighting with each other, I don’t know how we can continue this, if we can even—”

Your voice cracked, and the whirlpool of tears finally broke free as you sobbed, face in your hands. Your body tenses as you feel Jungwon’s arms wrap around you, relaxing slightly as he patted your back, trying to soothe your sorrows.

“Y/N, do you remember when we first met?”

He was working part-time at a restaurant as a waiter, and you thought he was pretty cute. You found that he was going to the same school as you, and the two of you became best friends. You fell for him a few months later, and ever since then, he was always by your side. Until everything fell apart a few weeks ago, when your tempers ran short and tension climbed high.

“I thought you were so beautiful...and remember our promise? I swore I was going to stay with you, that we won’t make the same mistake as your parents. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine. I know it’s hard to be together right now, when both of us are so busy that we don't have time with each other anymore...but I’ll always have time for you, Y/N. I know this sounds cheesy and all, but I just want to say that I love you and I don’t want to let you go.”

Sniffing, this time the tears flow because of his words. Turning around, you gave him a cheeky grin as you wiped your face. “Didn’t know you were such a romantic, Jungwon.”

His cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he shyly held out his hand. You took it, and the two of you started walking back home.

Niki - Jump Then Fall ; childhood love

Never mind, I’m going home tonight.

You raised your eyebrows at your friend’s message. Probably some couple problems with Jungwon. You were about to text back a reply, before you felt your pants get splashed with water.

You lifted your eyes to the sky, exasperated because you already know who did it. Sometimes I wonder how I even have a crush on him. I waited for him after dance practice and this is what I get? Turning around, you faced your friend, or as you like to call him, your greatest enemy, Nishimura Riki.

He has his usual mischievous grin on his face, jumping from foot to foot as he kicks at another puddle. Thankfully, you jumped out of the way just in time. Narrowing your eyes playfully, you said, “I see how it is...this is war.”

The rain had left numerous puddles on the sidewalk (probably due to the potholes your school refused to spend their money to fix), and you chased Niki down the street, splashing him with water. He laughed loudly and reached up (dangit, why is he so tall?), grabbed one of the branches of a tree, shaking the water from it. Gasping, your eyes widened as you got drenched from the drops. You glared at him, only causing his smile to stretch even wider from ear to ear. “I won,” Niki announced triumphantly.

You pouted, rolling your eyes. “Oh, fine. But it’s not fair, how did you even get this tall?”

Niki shrugged, as if it was no big deal, though you want to wipe the smug grin off his face. “I grew 13 centimeters last year.”

“Impossible,” you huffed. He shoved his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows at you as if challenging your statement. Shrugging his dance bag over one shoulder, Niki started walking, and you followed. “You just want to brag about your height.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Niki teased in a sing-song voice. “Either way, I’m still taller than you~”

You smiled grudgingly, stealing a look at him from the corner of your eye. It seems like yesterday when you both were kids, and he was this bouncy little boy who loved to annoy the hell out of you. He still does, but you felt a twinge of nostalgia as you see how tall and mature he had come, and even more good-looking as well. If only he knows how much I like him.

Sensing your stare, Niki wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh at his expression. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you turned away, embarrassed. You really need to be less obvious, though Niki’s too oblivious to know anything about your feelings for him.

“No, it’s something,” he leaned closer to you, and suddenly you forgot how to breathe properly. “Is there something on my face?”

You shook your head quickly, gaze wandering anywhere but his eyes. Spying a puddle in the corner of your vision, an idea flashed through your mind. Leaning closer, so that your faces were only inches apart, you noticed that Niki’s cheeks were blushing pink at the close distance. Maybe this isn’t so one-sided after all.

“Actually, there is something.”

“W-what?” You expected him to pull away, but his eyes were dreamy, getting lost in your own. Or maybe you were the one getting lost in his. Tearing your gaze away, you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the biggest puddle near the curb of the street. Taking a deep breath, you jumped straight into it, causing a huge splash that doused both you and Niki in water. You wished you could capture this moment on camera: Niki’s flustered face when you took his hand, his eyes widening comically as water sprayed his clothes. You laughed out loud, smirking at him. “I won,” you said, mimicking his voice from earlier.

Your smile faded when Niki didn’t say anything back, the shocked expression still on his face. Confused, you asked, “what’s wrong?”

Clearing his throat, he motioned his head towards your intertwined hands. “Um, you’re still holding onto my hand.”

Maybe it’s cliche, two childhood friends falling for each other, but what’s wrong with cliches? You tightened your grip on his hand, grinning as his face flared red. “Is there something wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” he looked down, making you giggle. Oh, how the tables have turned. You took a step closer.

“No, it’s something.”

He glanced up at you, unable to conceal a shy smile. You loved the way his hair falls in his face, slightly damp from jumping into too many puddles.

And all I can say is come closer, take a deep breath and jump then fall into me.

Daniel - Fifteen ; platonic love

“When are they going to confess already?” you snickered, eyeing the two teens playing in the puddles. Daniel followed your stare, shrugging at your words.

“When they finally get in through their heads that their feelings are mutual,” Daniel said. “Who knows how long that’ll take.”

You fold your arms across your chest, turning away and gazing wistfully into the distance. “Maybe one day I’ll find love like that.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow at you. “You got time, you’re still fifteen after all.”

Your hands dropped, and you sighed as your shoulders sagged. “I can’t believe I’m fifteen already...high school is so hard.”

Daniel laughed at the whine in your voice, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You pushed his hand away, glaring at him. “Hey, don’t laugh. You didn’t get any of the difficult classes this year.”

“That’s because I already know I want to major in art so...there’s no need to take these classes anyway.”

You stopped and turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “What in art, specifically?”

Daniel's eyes flickered to yours, looking away in embarrassment. “Oh, just something in music.”

You grinned slyly, probing further. “What in music, exactly?”

Daniel gulped, hoping you wouldn’t laugh at him this time. “Um...well, I really want to become a rapper…”

Your eyes widened and you gasped. “A rapper? Daniel, that’s amazing!”

Your friend blinked in confusion, surprised at your excitement. “You-you think so?”

Nodding fervently, you started walking again. Around you, the streetlights flared to life. “Yeah, I mean, you seem pretty passionate about it. I remembered how the teacher caught you writing lyrics in the back of the textbook when you’re supposed to be paying attention during class.”

Daniel humphed, his long strides quickly catching up with yours. “Hey, math is boring, alright? You weren’t listening either.”

You decided to concede with him on that point, because math, indeed, is a pain in the ass (also because you were afraid he’ll stop letting you copy his homework right before class). “Fine, but I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be ashamed of your dream. You’re dedicated, I know you can do it.”

Daniel smiled shyly at your words. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled back half-heartedly. “And here I am, with nothing planned out. I still don’t know who I want to be, or even who I am.”

“It’s fine if you haven’t figured yourself out yet, just go with the flow and do things that make you feel happy. Then you’ll discover where your interests and dreams lie,” Daniel said sagely, making your eyes roll at his tone. He bumped your shoulder with his. “I’ll always be here for you, yeah?”

“Thanks, but I just...you know how you’re at that time in your life, when you’re just questioning everything? Like, what is the meaning of life? Why am I here?”

“Just to suffer,” Daniel whispered, flinching away as you whacked him on the arm. “Ok, ok, I didn’t know you were going to get this deep.”

“Maybe I should be an English teacher then,” you said thoughtfully. “Make all the students analyze the meaning of the universe, like how Mr. Kim is forcing us to analyze Romeo and Juliet.”

“Romeo and Juliet…” Daniel stopped suddenly, making you bump into him. “Oh no...I forgot my copy of the book at school!”

You gave him a look. “Seriously? I told you to get it out of your locker!”

Daniel scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk, avoiding your gaze. “Well, you know how loud and chaotic the dismissal was...I couldn’t hear you.”

You shook your head in resignation. “Whatever, I’ll just send you pictures of the pages we have to read.”

Daniel’s head shot up, eyes staring hopefully at you. “Really? Y/N, thank you so much, you know you're my best friend right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just make sure to remember it next time, or you’re on your own.”

(Jokes on you, Daniel knows you’ll grudgingly share your book with him for the rest of the year if he keeps forgetting it).

Sunghoon - Love Story ; forbidden love

“Sunghoon!” you whisper-shouted, grimacing as your boyfriend stepped on a stick. The sound seemed too loud in the quiet darkness, and you looked around wildly. Grabbing his arm, you dragged him behind a rock, lips pursed in a tense line. Heart pounding, you felt both worried and exhilarated at the same time.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon said sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck. “Didn’t see that.”

You frowned at him, turning around. “And I thought princes have stealth training as part of their schooling.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “All they teach us is how to look buff and strong so we can pick fights with your family.”

Stifling a laugh, you took his arm again, pulling him along. “True true, that sounds a lot like what they teach Youngbin too...though Youngbin isn’t the fighting type.”

“Your brother’s too soft,” Sunghoon muttered, “I feel sorry for him sometimes...he’d rather be kind than argue.”

Your lips quirked up in a sad smile. “Yeah, but there’s not much we can do about the feud, right?”

Nodding, Sunghoon carefully stepped over a pile of leaves, hand clutching tight onto yours. As the two of you cautiously stepped around the bend in the country road, Sunghoon let out a light gasp seeing what lay ahead. You grinned at his expression, quickening your pace until you two stopped in front of an enormous garden. Its gates were made up of interlocking flowers and vines, a sweeping archway of overhanging branches from two willow trees, and an open field lined with flowers of every kind laid beyond. Pushing away the branches, Sunghoon watched as you unraveled the flower gate and stepped into the beautiful utopia.

“A secret garden,” Sunghoon commented in awe. “How…”

“Youngbin and I used to go here all the time, whenever our families fight,” you answered. “Now that he’s confined to the training field, I feel too lonely being here all by myself.”

“Are you sure Youngbin wouldn’t mind?” Sunghoon asked, not wanting to intrude in sibling affairs.

You cast a funny look at him. “No, I’m sure he won’t. Besides...you’re the person I’m closest to besides him.”

The comment made Sunghoon blush, and he followed you down the path. On each side of him bloomed hundreds of colorful blossoms, making Sunghoon wonder who lived here long ago to tend to them all. Marigolds, roses, lilies, fuchsias, tulips, flowers of every kind decorated the leaves and vines. He reached out to pluck a red rose from the fray, careful not to prick his fingers. Stopping every now and then to admire the flowers, you tugged him towards the open field. Sitting down on the grass, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Look, the sun is rising.”

And indeed it was. Sunghoon smiled as you two relaxed in silence, watching the sunlight streak over the horizon in different shades of pink, yellow, and orange. A new day, a new beginning, he thought. He turned when he felt something being placed on his head, only to meet your grinning face as you adjusted the flower crown in his hair.

“There,” you said, pushing a stray hair away from his eye. Leaning back proudly, you nodded at how the wreath of white daisies complemented his raven hair. “You look pretty, flower boy.”

Sunghoon took the red rose, breaking off the stem, tucked it behind your ear. “No, you’re prettier.”

“Whatever,” you said, though Sunghoon saw that you were trying hard not to smile. “Do you know what this reminds me of?”

“What?” Sunghoon asked, laying back onto the grass. He took the flower crown off and held it up to the sky, scrutinizing your handiwork. You mirrored his movement, turning on your side to face him.

“There’s this story I read in the library a few days ago, about how two young lovers woke up at dawn so they could watch the sunrise together.”

“Oh?” Raising an eyebrow, Sunghoon motioned for you to continue.

“Mhm,” You gazed off into the distance, a thoughtful look on your face. The sunbeams have gotten brighter, and they cast a glow on your face that Sunghoon couldn’t describe, other than ethereal. “It reminded me of us.”

“Who knows,” Sunghoon shrugged. “Maybe someday someone will write a story about us too.”

“A forbidden love story?” You snickered. “Who would write something like that?”

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~ Which story is your favorite? ~

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imasimpforshanks · 4 years ago

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Hello author! Can I ask for K and L for Sanji/Ace please. (Fluff) thankyou!

Fluff Alphabet - Portgas D. Ace

a/n: hiya!!!! Here is ace’s fluff alphabet! 💗I know you only asked for K & L but I hate only answering a few letters of these at a time LMAO 💀ALSOOOOO I’m going to Sanjis at some point too, because I got a lot more angst asks than fluff so yahhhh! Anywayssss hope you enjoy<3333

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Ace absolutely loves to pull pranks on you AND he loves to pull pranks with you. Once a month you actually have an all-out prank war against one another where even the crew fear that they will be caught in the middle of it.

Oh, and true to his character, the two of you spend a lot of time eating food together. It’s very difficult for any normal human being to eat anything close to the amount Ace eats, so more often than not, it’s you staring at him in awe while he scoffs down another plate of food.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He finds your smile to be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, it’s even more beautiful when the smile is directed at him. The moment you smile at him everything else in the world seems to melt away. Ace does everything in his power to bring a smile to your face, because when you smile everything else seems to fall into place. (SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT IT’S TRUE!)

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

His go to method of comfort is cuddles. He just wraps his arms around you and gives you lots of forehead kisses. He’ll say all these kind things about you and ask what you need from him. If you’re not sure, or if you don’t feel like talking, he’ll patiently wait until you’re ready to talk.

D-Dreams (how do they picture they future with their s/o?)

In every possible future he envisions, you are there. To Ace, there is no future unless you are with him. It’ll be the two of you living life to the absolute fullest, taking it day-by-day.

He isn’t too keen on having (biological) children as he doesn’t want them to be burdened with the blood of Gol D. Roger.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

He tends to take the more dominant role in the relationship. It’s just his natural personality that seeps through, it’s truly not intentional. He’s confident and loud so there’s not really any way you can’t not listen to him. However, if you were to voice any opinions or comments, you’ve got all his attention!

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

I talk about his fights with his s/o a little in his angst alphabet. Here it is again!

Fights with Ace, although they don’t happen often, can quickly get out of hand. He’s stubborn and his inability to accept that he’s not always right can cause a minor disagreement to escalate into an all-out fight. On a few occasions you have argued about him never turning his back on an opponent.

Your fights tend to be followed by cooldown time. Things can get quite heated (no pun intended) so you need some alone time and space to breathe. After that though, you comeback together and apologize.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Ace felt unloved and unwanted by the world growing up (save for Luffy and Sabo, oh and Dadan), so it was quite the change to experience the unconditional love you provided him. He will forever be grateful for what you have done for him, in fact, he’s so grateful about it that he can never shut up about it! Much like how he gushes about his ‘stupid kid brother’ to the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace will also never shut up about you to anyone he talks to. Your name somehow always makes its way into any conversation he has.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

The only secret he kept from you was that he was the son of the Pirate King. He was scared that once you knew, you would view him differently. But over time he was able to see that that would never be the case. So, after telling you that, he never kept anything from you ever again. Ace actually finds sharing secrets with you to be a weight off his shoulders.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You were another person that was able to show Ace he is worthy of being loved. It’s an insecurity of his that will probably never go away, but that’s okay because you’re more than happy to remind him daily.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

I talked about Ace’s jealousy in his angst alphabet! But I’ll go over it again here!

When he gets jealous he turns into such a man child. He’s pouting and moping around while mumbling to himself. He develops quite a petty attitude. If you were to ask him “want to go get something to eat?” he’d respond with “why don’t you just go and ask ____ for some food.” But, as soon as you begin commenting on how jealous he’s acting he’s going to deny it to the end of his days.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

I feel as though I may give Ace a little too much credit when it comes to this because I want to think that he’d be one of those amazing kissers, like he just has a knack for it. But in reality, that probably wouldn’t be the case.

Ace is more likely to be quite an overexcited kisser. He’s keen and passionate, that’s for sure. But with your first kiss, he’s a little too keen and tries to move way to fast. After some calming down and a little bit of a giggle to one other he’s in the zone.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

The two of you are just talking and he’s, unsurprisingly, brought up his brother, Luffy. What is surprising however, is when he tells you how badly he wants you guys to meet each other. Your first reaction was “yeah that stands to reason he wants all of us to meet luffy” but before you could say anything Ace is already going on like “yeah, I just can’t wait to have the two people I love most in the world meet. It’d be real cool” (or something along those lines and probably a little less cheesy LMAO). You just stare at him like “heh?” and he stares at you like “uhhhh… yeah I said what I said?”

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Heck yeah, this dude wants to get married! Getting to show you off to everyone? Yes please! Getting to tell you in front of everyone he knows just how much he loves you? BIG YES. Oh, AND a big ass party afterwards? THIS DUDE CANNOT WAIT! Being able to marry you is one of his dreams, and he’s actually been thinking about since the first date you guys went on.

But, he’s really struggling with how to propose to you. He’s gone through every cliché in the book. A ring at the bottom of your glass, in your food, a carriage ride etc. They’re all great ideas but he doesn’t think they suit the dynamic of your relationship. So, he’s going to enlist the help of Whitebeard Pirates and create an elaborate prank (that has a 50/50 chance of going wrong but also still working out exactly as he wanted).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

He likes to call you hot stuff or baby. Initially, these nicknames resulted in a lot of teasing from the other whitebeard pirates but neither of you cared.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Whitebeard and a few of the other division commanders are the first to notice. I mean, it’s not that hard… He is constantly bringing you up in every conversation (if you’re not there) and if you are there, they can’t even get his attention for a moment. You have his undivided attention! It isn’t until Marco or someone says “You’re down baddddd, Ace” that he’s like HUH?

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Ace loves PDA. He is all about kissing you in front of everyone else. So much so that you constantly get told to “get a room!”. Ace loves to show off his relationship with you to the whole wide world. He’s incredibly proud to have found someone that loves him wholeheartedly.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

Well, thanks to his devil fruit, his body temperature tends to run pretty warm, so you have your own personal heater.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Ace is romantic in his own way, that’s for sure. He expresses his love through teasing and jokes, but also through quality time. He’s big on that. Making sure all his attention is on you so you know just how much he loves you.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

He has so much faith in your ability to achieve your goals. He wants to be able to help you in any way he can, so if you come to him and ask for help, he would be absolutely ecstatic! Ace just wants to be a part of your success story (in the best way possible, I know some people only want to because then they get credited but that’s not why ace wants to do it at all! Nothing makes Ace happier than seeing those he loves achieve their goals).

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Your relationship is already spiced out enough as it is. He’s got an extremely mischievous personality so is constantly getting up to god knows what, and some how always manages to drag you into it. If anything, your relationship could do with a little more routine (but you both are extremely happy with the way it is).

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Ace is an extremely empathetic individual. He understands a lot more than most, just how awful negative emotions can be (whether that’s sadness, insecurity, anger etc.). So he is quick to your aid whenever something seems to wrong.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

All relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. He even values them more than his own life. Your relationship is no exception. You’ve shown him love, and accepted him for who he truly is, so there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you and he makes that very clear every single day.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

He knows all your food orders off by heart. And when I say all your food orders, I mean ALL of them. He knows your food orders for each of your different moods. He memorised them pretty quickly so that he could surprise you with food regardless of your mood.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He is an extremely affectionate individual. Ace is practically attached to your hip at every possible moment. An arm will always be thrown around your waist or shoulders, and he literally wants to spend all day smothering you in kisses. He’s shameless when it comes to affection.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

He copes by talking about you to EVERYONE. He tells the crew stories about you (mind you these are stories not only that they’ve heard multiple times, but they were also there to witness themselves). It gets to the point where even Whitebeard is like “ya know what Ace, you can go visit them.”

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

As I said previously, all relationships in Ace’s life are extremely important to him. We saw what lengths he was willing to go to when Thatch was killed by Blackbeard, and you would be no different. In fact, Ace would be willing to do all of that and so much more, if it was for you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #portgas d ace #fluff alphabet #one piece alphabet #portgas d ace x reader

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unsaidholland · 4 years ago

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no shame | t. holland

no one bully me i have never written a mob!tom fic before but i’m v proud of this! here is the newest installment of the calm series :) this is also like 6.3k words so i apologize in advance if the app glitches LMAO

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, mentions of sex

the hollands were the talk of the town. their mob had owned most of southern england and were on the rise. they were gaining territory faster than any of the other mobs in the uk, and everyone feared them. no one knew how they were quickly taking over the country, but everyone knew not to stand in their way.

you had first come across them at a pub you were at for dinner with your friend. celebrating at a pub wasn’t new to either of you, but the occasion was. you had gotten promoted at work, something that had been completely unexpected. you didn’t think that you were doing anything extraordinary, but somehow your boss did.

it was that night when you met tom, who had been gazing at you from the other side of the pub. he had been entranced by you, odd seeing as he was in the mafia and had a cold heart, but something led him to you as if there was an invisible string tying him to you.

by the time the clock struck 10 pm, you and your friend decided to get ready to leave. seeing as this was tom’s only chance, he got up and walked across the room towards you and your friend, immediately striking a conversation with you. it wasn’t until the room went absolutely silent when you realized who he was, but that didn’t stop you.

three months later, your and tom’s relationship had grown to something more than friends. tom calling you pet names occurred more often than not, and you often spent nights at his place. tom wouldn’t admit it, but he was sure he would die for you if he needed to. tom didn’t know that meant he loved you.

it was another one of those nights where he had invited you over to his grand mansion. you practically lived there with how much time you spent there. you knew all the staff, and they all recognized you. you were never there whenever tom had meetings though, that was where he drew the line. it was one thing for you to know about what he does, but it was another thing for his men to know about you. they knew tom was seeing someone, but no one other than tom’s family and close friends knew your identity, to everyone else you were a mystery, and you wouldn’t change it.

as the two of you laid in his grand king-sized bed in his bedroom, you looked up at him and studied his face. you were constantly scared that one day he wouldn’t come back to you, but you knew he would do everything in his power to do so. the duvet laid gently atop both of your legs and the moonlight cast a glow over tom. his job wasn’t holy, but he was an angel to you. through hell or high water, you would be there for him, but admitting that you were so in love with him scared you. it had only been three months and the three words hadn’t been said yet, but you felt that four-letter word. you loved tom, nothing could deny that, but admitting was harder than it seemed.

being romantically involved with a mob boss definitely was not something you expected, but falling in love with someone whose job was so dangerous was worse. knowing that you were in love with tom was one thing, but admitting it? that was a whole other ballpark.

• • •

tom had come back from an emergency meeting to see you already asleep in bed. seeing you so peacefully at rest made his heart swell, completely ignoring the many death threats he had given his men just minutes prior. tom was serious when it came to his work, and when someone messed up, he would make them directly report to him. it was never pretty, but it was work, and tom knew that to keep his status and his power in the mafia, he had to do and say things he hoped you would never have to experience, though he would admit that he thought it turned him on thinking about you ordering his men around.

he knew his job was terrifying, but it was the hand he was dealt and tom would do anything and everything just to protect you.

tom undressed from the expensive suit he was wearing. saint laurent he thought it was, but it didn’t matter because whatever brand it was, it cost a fortune to some, but to him it was nothing. as he was taking off his rolex and setting it on the dresser, he heard your phone go off. a text was what it was, and he walked over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to read it. he wasn’t snooping, just intrigued. there were no secrets between you two, or at least tom thought so until he read the message sitting at the top of your notifications.

‘just tell him you love him, it won’t kill you.’

maybe he shouldn’t have checked the text on your phone, but seeing nala’s message made him wonder why you were so scared to confess your feelings for him. he laid in bed, your sleeping figure next to him, wondering where the two of you stood. he loved you. sure, he never said it but he always tried to make it known. tom would die for you if it meant you were safe, wasn’t that love?

he walked over to his side of the bed, lifting the navy duvet up and over his body after laying down. you unconsciously moved towards tom, cuddling into his side. he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your forehead, and he swore he had never been more in love. his eyes shut and his mind drifted off to sleep, but not before thinking about the ten words he had read.

• • •

when tom woke up in the morning, you were still asleep. he tried going back to bed, it was sunday and he was off. he had made it a priority to keep sunday’s for two things only - the lord, and his loved ones. he wasn’t religious, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to heaven with the shit he’s done, but it was nice for him to hope that somehow there was a way for him to spend eternity with someone as perfect and innocent as you. again, he wasn’t religious, but church and sunday lunch had become a holland family tradition, and who was he to break it? it kept the normality in his life, and for one day out of the seven, he could feel like he hadn’t - allegedly - murdered many people. tom would never have a normal life, not while he’s a mafia boss, but sunday’s always satisfied his craving.

he grabbed his phone, texting his family confirming that they were coming over to his place for lunch. it had been a routine, and even though he knew the answer, he still did it anyway. tom then put it down and went back to cuddling you. you curled up into his side, seeking out the warmth of his body, and he eagerly wrapped an arm around you, wanting to be closer. tom couldn’t stop thinking about you. he knew you were his forever, but only if you would say yes. he would do anything for you, and maybe that was because his job was so dangerous, but if you asked him to leave the mafia he was sure he would do it, but only for you.

without even noticing, tom had fallen asleep again. the feeling of you in his arms was enough for him to let his guard down and relax. you had woken him up by pushing stray curls that had fallen down onto his forehead, off towards the side of his head.

“sorry, did i wake you?” you asked, and tom’s lips curved up into a smile.

“no, i woke up earlier but fell back asleep.” you leaned in for a kiss, despite both of you having morning breath, his lips met yours for a chaste kiss. your head fell down so it was resting on his shoulder, buried in the crook of his neck.

“it’s already nine tommy, we should get up now,” you mumbled against his skin. the vibrations sent small sparks off on tom’s skin. that in combination with the nickname you had given him early on into the relationship would one day be the death of him, he was sure of it.

“just a little longer darling.” his fingers danced around the small of your back, dragging up and down the side of your torso as if he was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. his fingers then came up to move your hair from out of your face, just as you had done to him prior.

“i love you, you know that?” he asked. it was the first time he was saying it aloud, but he felt it with every fibre of his being and he needed you to know. you immediately tensed up against him at the sound of his words. “darling? what’s wrong?” you were silent and tom immediatly knew that the words he had read just hours prior had been a response to your fear. you had sat up and moved over so you were on your side of the bed. if the sheets were states, you would have been miles away, and tom wondered what it was that made you so scared to hear those three words.

“don’t say that,” you murmured. your eyes were cast down to your hands, suddenly finding the milky white polish on your nails the most interesting thing on the planet.

“why are you so scared of me loving you?” tom asked, voice soft and quiet. he didn’t want to push you, and sure it had only been three months, but he was sure that you felt the same way too. why else would you stay in a relationship with someone who was - again, allegedly - a murderer.

tom watched as you sat there, picking at the nail polish that had already chipped. he tried to read your body language, but he didn’t need to. he knew that being in love with someone like him whose job was so dangerous that anyone and anything could be used as collateral.

the silence lingered longer than tom had patience for, but he stayed calm knowing you would come around eventually. your thumbs were rid of the nail polish that you had went to the salon for just a week prior, and tom knew that your other fingers were next. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, only to relax seconds later. he watched as your bottom lip got chewed on, something you did when you were deep in thought or nervous, but in this case, both.

“baby.” tom’s voice was softer than it was when he was talking to tessa. he would have killed any of his men who heard him like this, but just seeing you absolutely terrified immediately caused him to act. his hand came up to cup your face so you were looking at him. though you wouldn’t make eye contact, it was still something. tom knew your eyes were looking at the wall behind him, or maybe the curtains, but it didn’t matter to him.

“loving me is fatal, i know that, but just give it a chance. won’t you?” he was begging you at this point. losing you just because you didn’t love him back was a thought that had emerged throughout the silence. he was putting his heart out there for you, something he never expected to do for anyone.

tom watched as your eyes flickered between whatever was behind him to his face. he was so desperate to hear you say the three words back to him. he needed to know that you felt the same way, he needed to know that his sudden insecurities were false. as soon as your eyes had met tom’s, he immediately searched your face for anything that would give him hope.

“please baby,” tom whispered. he rested his forehead against yours, wanting so badly to kiss you. instead, your noses rubbed against each other as he contemplated whether or not he should kiss you. you tilted your chin up so your lips met for the second time that morning, this time full of passion.

“i love you tom, but it scares me so, so much,” you whispered after pulling away.

“i know darling.” his hand stayed on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. tom couldn’t help but notice the way you leaned into his touch ever so slightly.

“i’m scared that now i’ve said it they’re going to come for me.” your fears were something tom thought about every day. he would rather die himself than have any harm done to you. he would give up anything and everything to get you back.

“i would go to the ends of the earth to protect you. i’d never, ever, let anyone hurt you, you hear me?” you nodded. “i’m so in love with you y/n, and i could never bear to lose you. it would kill me.” tom’s eyes welled up with tears just thinking about what would happen if he would have lost you, and as a stray tear fell, it was your turn to cup his face and wipe it away.

“i love you tommy,” you said softly, causing a small smile to appear on tom’s face.

“i love you y/n.”

• • •

tom spent all of saturday waiting to hear from you. it had been five months since the two of you confessed your love for each other, and the relationship had only grown from there. he was still waiting to ask you to move in with him, but seeing as your lease was ending at the end of the year, he had time. despite having your own place, you still found yourself spending most of your time at his place, something tom wasn’t mad at because it was much safer than your condo.

you had spent the past two days at your place, something about needing to clean the condo and get chores done around it. sure you didn’t stay there often, but tom knew you still wanted to keep the place tidy. he also knew that whenever you two would spend some time there, it usually ended in sex or hungover mornings, usually both. normally, you would have texted tom that you were running late or would just send him a message saying you were thinking of him, but he had heard nothing from you. he brushed it off at first thinking that you were just busy and weren’t on your phone, but as soon as the evening rolled around he had a feeling something was up.

tom spent the last week with his men planning around a deal that was supposed to happen, but had called it off last minute knowing that tyler, a member of another mafia, was screwing them over. the deal was called off on thursday, and the more tom thought about it, friday evening was the last time he had heard from you. that couldn’t have been just a coincidence, right?

without a second thought, despite it being three in the morning, he called harrison up. things felt off, and tom had a gut feeling that something had happened to you.

“pick up, pick up, pick up,” he mumbled to himself as the phone rang. tom’s anxiety grew exponentially. he paced around the office, not able to sit still as he waited for his best friend, and second in line, to pick up. harrison was someone tom relied on when it came to getting shit done, especially when things were stressful. sure he had his brothers, but he was in charge and he didn’t want to put too much pressure on them. they were involved, but not as much as harrison was.

“mate it’s three-” harrison started, but tom was quick to cut him off.

“i have no proof but something happened to y/n and i think tyler did it. she hasn’t talked to me since last night.” tom was desperate. he needed to get you back and the anxious thoughts of what would happen if you were gone forever were eating away at him. he heard the blond curse on the other end of the line.

“i’m on my way. wake up the twins too.” tom was never one to take commands from anyone, with the exception of his parents, but he had no clue what to do first. the thought of losing you had clouded his rational thoughts and prevented him from thinking clearly and making a plan. so he did what harrison instructed. he went to the garage apartment where the twins lived. the walk across the backyard to the garage was short, but cold. tom let himself in using the keycode, and immediately went upstairs to bang on their bedroom doors. he knew they would be sleeping, but he was panicking.

sam was his first victim. immediately after he started banging on sam’s door, he heard sam yell something he couldn’t quite make out.

“get the fuck up!” tom demanded. he hoped his yelling was enough for both of them to wake up.

“what crawled up your ass?” harry asked, opening his door to look at his older brother. the ginger brought a hand up to rub his eyes.

“y/n’s gone.” the short sentence was enough for both boys to wake up and rid the grogginess from their bodies.

“what?” sam asked. he was shocked, eyebrows raised and jaw slightly dropped.

“where did she go?” harry asked afterwards, prompting a slap on the arm from sam. “ouch! what’d you do that for?”

“you idiot, if he knew he wouldn’t be panicking.”

tom found himself spiraling. he didn’t know what to do from here, he didn’t receive any other instructions. the thought of tyler tying you up and leaving you to basically die in a warehouse was the only thing he thought about. he thought about you being bloody and bruised, and how he wasn’t there to protect you. tom felt so guilty. he promised you he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you, but now you were missing and it was all his fault.

“fuck,” tom whispered. he rubbed his face, his hand then coming up to grip the brown curls on the top of his head.

“c’mon mate, harrison’s probably waiting in the office,” sam insisted. tom knew they had never seen him lose his composure the way he did, but he was glad that they were doing something to help.

the three brothers walked back across the backyard, the light shining through a window lighting up a portion of the pathway. they were silent as they walked over to the main house, neither of them knowing what to say. tom was playing out all of the worst case scenarios in his head, praying and hoping that you were okay.

when they entered tom’s office, harrison was already pacing around the room. tom knew that harrison was deep in thought with the way he wagged his fingers at nothing,

“ah, finally!” harrison exclaimed as soon as he noticed the three of them. “so i called ricky, and he tried to track y/n’s location on her phone, but it’s currently off,” harrison paused to look at the expression on tom’s face. he knew his best friend was on the verge of losing it right now, but he had to get him back on track. “the last place her phone sent a signal from was near the flower shop on 5th ave.”

“there’s a warehouse not even fifteen minutes from that flower shop,” harry was quick to point out.

“what if he went to the warehouse down by the docks?” sam asked. the docks were twenty minutes away from the flower shop, but it was still an option. tom tried hard to think about what tyler would’ve done. eventually, he thought to where the deal was supposed to be made, and neither of those warehouses were options.

“if we drove south outside of the city and took the exit before the safehouse, there’s a warehouse there, and that’s where he and y/n would be.” tom was sure of it. if tyler was behind all of this, then it would be to get back at the loss of the deal. at the revelation, tom began to formulate a plan in his head, his brothers and harrison knowing very well not to disturb him while doing so.

“when we drive there, you three are going to be in a car together and i’ll be on my own. i’ll go through the east entrance, while sam and harry are going to wait at the other entrances. harrison,” tom turned to face the blond before continuing to deal out commands. “you are going to stay behind me as my backup and if anything happens to me you have to get y/n out of there.”

“nothing’s going to happen to you,” harrison immediately reassured.

“can’t ever be too sure.”

tom walked over to his desk and unlocked a drawer to pull out two handguns. he handed one to sam, then grabbing a few cartridges and tossing one to the older twin.

“harrison, open that drawer by the window, there should be two more guns there,” tom commanded, and harrison quickly followed the instructions. he handed one of the guns to harry, then handing him an extra cartridge, and soon enough they were on their way.

• • •

tom had just gotten off the freeway. he glanced in the blindspot and saw harrison’s black bmw following behind him before looking back at the road in front of him. all he could think of was you. all he could think of was getting you back and he swore to himself in that moment that he would do anything to bring you back.

the inside of the car was silent, he heard nothing but the faint sound of the engine and other cars passing. tom’s thoughts were enough to fill up the car. all he could think of was killing the bastard for putting you in any sort of danger.

“god i swear if she doesn’t come back alive i don’t know what i’m gonna do,” he said to himself. the warehouse was just a few miles away, but the closer he got, he found his grip on the steering wheel to tighten until his fists were clenched. the stress of whether or not you were okay was getting to him, but the self-hatred he felt was stronger. he wondered how he could have ever let this happen to you.

all of a sudden his phone rang, and as he looked over at the screen in his car, all that was displayed was ‘unknown caller.’ tom answered the phone knowing it was tyler.

“give me my girl back tyler,” tom demanded, but he knew the answer. he knew tyler would refuse, but it was still worth a shot.

“love is fatal, isn’t it tom?” his words rung in tom’s ears. those were the same words he had said to you when he said ‘i love you’ for the first time, and he never would’ve imagined he would be right.

“tom!” you yelled out for him. your voice seemed drowned out, like you were far away from the phone, but still in the same room, and that was all tom needed to know. knowing you were okay gave him the energy to get you back, but he didn’t know how long tyler would keep you alive for, if at all.

“you know what i want holland. approve the deal and i’ll give her back in perfect condition,” tyler bargained, but he wasn’t in the position to be bargaining with tom, not when tom started planning in his head.

“fuck you tyler. that deal is shit and you know it.”

“maybe for you, but not for me and my men.” tyler’s voice was coated with confidence, and tom knew that tyler wanted him to give in and just make the deal for the sake of getting you back, but tom was not going to do that. he thought of how to get you back without sacrificing the family business. tom knew you would’ve been upset with him if he gave up everything for you. you never wanted for him to ever choose between you or his line of work, no matter how illegal and wrong it may be at times.

“i’d rather die than sign that deal.” tom took a hand off the steering wheel to run it to grab his phone and ask one of his men to track the call. he pulled over, harrison pulling over behind him, and when harry got out of the car to ask what happened, all tom did was show him the phone screen.

“y/n say goodbye to your boyfriend,” tyler taunted. tom heard shuffling and the sound of boots walking across the concrete ground of the warehouse.

“fuck you tyler,” you cursed at him, bringing a smile to tom’s face. even after being kidnapped, you were still as fiery as you normally were.

“now that’s not how you talk to me, now is it darling?” the pet name slipped from tyler’s lips, and if tom could, he would’ve put a bullet through tyler’s head just for that.

“y/n, did you order the new bedding?” tom asked. though he would’ve never wanted it to happen, he made sure that you had some sort of code sentence to let you know that he would be coming to save you.

“yeah tom, i haven’t checked where they’re shipping it from though.” you didn’t know where you were, but tom knew that you were okay, and that was all that mattered.

“okay, that’s enough,” tyler said, then starting to walk away from you tom presumed. tom hoped that he wasn’t wrong about this.

“tom, if you don’t sign the deal by dawn, it will be the end of you and y/n.” tyler then hung up, and tom smacked the steering wheel out of frustration.

“bloody hell.”

tom got out of the car and walked over to where harrison and the twins were standing.

“y/n’s okay, but he wants me to sign the fucking deal in order to get her back.” harrison made a face of disgust.

“harry rung ricky and jacob as we were driving, you’ll have more backup when we get there.” tom nodded his head in response to harrison’s words. as tom thought about what changes his original plan needed, his phone went off. pulling it out of his pocket, he read a text off the screen.

warehouse south of the city, 40 minutes away from the safehouse.

tom’s instincts were right, and where they were standing off the side of the highway was only 10 minutes away from the warehouse.

“we’re 10 minutes away from them right now,” tom told the group. his thumb played with the ring on his middle finger, continuously turning it as he thought.

“ricky and jacob said they would be there in 20 minutes when i rung them, and that was about 5 minutes ago. they’ll be there but they’ll show up after us.” tom nodded.

“let’s go,” tom said, then walked away from the group and into his car without another word. he was determined to get you back and was sure he would do it even if it was the last thing he ever did.

• • •

before tom knew it, guns were drawn out everywhere. with his arm clasped around tyler’s neck, and his other hand bringing a gun up to his head, he looked over to see another man, one he didn’t recognize, bringing a gun up to the side of your head. he glanced around the room, guns pointed at his men, at tyler’s men, and at him.

“just sign the contract,” tyler gasped out. tom’s hold on tyler was strong enough to partially restrict his airways, allowing him to have more control on the rival, but not enough to kill him, not yet anyways.

“never in a million years,” tom spat. he tightened his arm, causing tyler to gasp out for air. the safety of someone’s gun clicked and he knew that it came from someone who was pointing at him. “let her go, and i won’t kill you.” tom’s voice was low and rough, partially from the exhaustion.

tom looked over at you, happy that you were okay and still alive, but he had no idea how he was going to get you out of there. his men would never be a priority while you were in danger, and as much as he considered some of his employees his family, you were the only person who mattered. they could fend for themselves, and tom knew you could as well, but he wanted to ensure your safety by taking it on as his own job. you know what they say, if you want something done right, you better do it yourself.

his gaze on you lingered. tom watched as you bounced your leg, knowing you couldn’t sit still, but then he watched as your foot moved and pointed off to the side. were you trying to give him some sort of a sign? the two of you made eye contact, and you tilted your head in the same direction as your foot. you were definitely trying to tell him something, but tom couldn’t decipher it. he looked around, before landing in the direction your foot was pointing in when his eyes landed on tyler’s second in command. he was blond, average height, and the white dress shirt he sported was drenched with sweat. was his name ben or bradley? he could never remember, but it didn’t matter. whatever his name was, he was standing pointing a gun at harry, but the longer tom looked at him, the more he realized he was terrified.

tom looked back at you, a neutral look on his face as the two of you attempted to silently communicate. your wrists were tied together, but unfortunately for tyler, they had made the grave decision of keeping them in front of your torso. tom watched as you attempted to sign some words, but he struggled to understand.

he knows they won’t win

he made eye contact with you once again, and you signed out the word for ‘yes.’ there were only five enemies and six of them so they weren’t outnumbered, but tom wanted for you to get out without any harm done. he didn’t want to endanger you.

tom looked back at ben, bradley, whatever his name was, and could see just how tense he was. maybe he knew that this wasn’t going to work out, not while they were up against tom. maybe if they were up against someone else, then they would get out alive, but tom was still one of the most feared mob bosses just because of how quickly he was gaining power. when dominic passed the business onto tom, no one thought their power would exponentially grow, not while tom was only 24 and had his whole life in front of him.

tyler gasped out for air again, and tom could feel him slowly going limp against his body. he knew he needed to act, and soon.

“here’s what’s going to happen. you,” tom paused, pointing his gun at the blond. “are going to untie her and let her walk free out of the building. i will not hesitate to choke tyler out, and i am about three minutes away from doing so.” the fire in tom’s eyes was visible to everyone around him, he was sure of it.

“brent, don’t,” tyler coughed out, but tom just tightened the headlock tyler was in. so his name was brent, not ben or bradley. his name didn’t matter when tom was able to control him solely through the fear he caused.

“go on, untie her.” tom nodded his head in encouragement. brent walked over to you, untying your hands and the ropes that bind your torso to the back of the chair. as soon as you were free, you rubbed your wrists hoping to soothe the sore, tender skin that the rope had caused. you walked across the warehouse and out of it while tom kept an eye on everyone else in the room.

“good. that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” tom’s voice was coated with a nasty tone, a smirk appearing on his face. he tightened his grip once more, causing tyler to pass out.

“if you guys ever, and i mean ever, attempt anything like this shit, i will not hesitate to kill all of you.” and with that, tom and his men walked out of the building, only sporting a few bruises and cuts.

tom ran up to you as soon as he saw your figure standing up against the side of his car.

“darling are you okay?” you immediately asked, cupping his face in your hands as your thumb brushed across a bruise that sat on his cheekbone.

“i’m fine, but are you okay? i’m so sorry baby.” tom rambled about how he was supposed to protect you, but you cut him off with a hug.

“i knew you would come for me,” you whispered. the feeling of you pressed up against tom’s body was enough to erase all the guilt he had felt. “i love you tommy.”

“i love you too y/n.” tom leaned down to kiss you, full of passion as if it was the last time he would ever kiss you again.

• • •

the two of you laid in bed. tom was fast asleep, his arm draped across your waist, his bare chest pressed against your back. you couldn’t stop thinking about tyler’s words. love is fatal, the same words tom had said when he first said he loved you. would he really die for you? you knew that loving him would be the one thing that killed you, and you were okay with it. you would do anything for him.

you rolled over so you were facing him. his eyelashes laid gently on his cheeks, curls messy from tom constantly running his hands through it earlier in the night. the sun was rising, but you hadn’t gotten any sleep. you couldn’t stop thinking about everything. the different scenarios played through your mind, alternate realities building themselves up along with your anxiety. the one thought you couldn’t shake from your mind was if he would be back. you weren’t even sure if tyler was actually dead or if he had just passed out. tom had possibly killed someone just mere meters away from you, and the only thing you wondered was if he was going to come back for you once again, not if he was dead.

you gave it a chance, and love proved to be almost fatal. what was going to prevent it from being so next time? you wished that you were in a deep sleep like tom. you wished that your mind could calm down for just a second so you could stop thinking about everything.

hours had passed, and you hadn’t slept for any of them. it was almost noon, but you and tom were still in bed. he was still asleep, and you’re sure that his parents would be here any time soon. you decided to get out of bed and make yourself busy. you got ready for the day, changing into a navy blue dress.

making your way to the kitchen, you saw the chefs at work preparing lunch for everyone. you gave them a soft smile as you made your way to the nespresso machine to make yourself a coffee. though tom always preferred tea over coffee, when you had entered his life he made the decision of getting a nespresso machine for you, always keeping the pods stocked up for you. you grabbed a mug from the cupboard above the machine, your coffee nook as tom liked to call it, before brewing a cup and putting creamer and sugar into it. you then walked down to the library, a place you had quickly turned into your own when you started staying over at tom’s place.

the library had huge windows and faced south, allowing tons of sunlight to seep into the room. two out of the four walls were lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, those of which were filled with books that tom had bought for you. when you entered his life and started making the library home, he made sure to get books that he knew you loved or would come to love. though you haven’t read all of them, he had good taste and there had yet to be a book that you disliked.

you sat down on one of the couches, pulling a grey knit throw blanket over your legs, the cup of coffee in your hands. you stared out the window, watching as tessa ran around out back with one of the housekeepers throwing a ball for her to play with. no matter how peaceful the view was, you couldn’t stop thinking about those three words. love is fatal.

broken from your thoughts by the feeling of tom wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, all your anxieties suddenly left. you suddenly realized that whenever you felt tom’s touch, nothing mattered but him. whenever you were having sex with tom, nothing mattered but him. you had no shame about your love for him, so if love was fatal, then you wouldn’t want anyone else but tom pulling the trigger.

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