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The King’s Consult - Chapter One: ‘Familiar’ [word count: 4.9k]

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⤑ Kɪᴍ Tᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛ ʜɪᴍ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏsᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. Hᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴀ ᴡɪғᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ's Y/ɴ's ᴊᴏʙ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

⤑ Arrogant King! Kim Taehyung x Consult! female reader; icequeen!au

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Crown Prince Kim Taehyung - Records Journal entry of November 13th, 2020.

“Winter brings many things. Christmas, cold weather, presents and lastly; my birthday. Some would dread having a birthday so close to Christmas but I didn’t mind. There were more gifts and more to celebrate. However year after year, no one could seem to give me the ultimate Christmas gift. The one I’d been patiently waiting for, for years. Where, oh where...when, oh when will this dear thing I’ve lost, return to me?”

Y/N:

It’s going to be a tough one. Of course, they warned me of such things. Everyone did, even my own father. The half-assed grin he showed me this morning was enough to down my spirits, not that I’d ever let him know that.

With my block heels clicking as I walked up the stone stairs, my nerves were starting to get the best of me. I felt hot flashes hitting different parts of my body, and I regretted the thick black and white blazer I wore. Under the blazer, I wore a long-sleeve black blouse and some crimson red dress pants with flare bottoms.

My slim leather briefcase was slung over my shoulder by its longer strap and my cell phone was tucked snug in my pants pocket.

As if a higher power heard my cry, a gust of cold wind hit me, pushing my blazer open a bit. A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips, and I thanked the cold November air that was washing away the nervous sweats that were accumulating on my forehead.

The stairs weren’t that long, but it still felt like it was teetering on being too much. There were three sets of square double doors, the middle one being the larger one.

There were 4 guards, all standing guard with frowns on their lips. One of them spotted me, raising an eyebrow at me before his lips pulled up into a smile.

“Open the doors!” He shouts to the other guards, “It’s just Y/n.” He holds eye contact with me the whole time he’s announcing my presence to the other guards.

His eyes rank down my body, the lust in his eyes making no attempts at being subtle. I’m not in a mood to muster up a forced but polite smile. I only nod, watching as two other guards open the doors.

“Everyone said you were starting today.” The first guard said, taking a small step closer to me.

“Are they?” I spoke with no interest, “I didn’t think I’d be the talk of the palace.”

“Of course you are!” He chimes flashing a toothy grin, “Everyone is excited to see you go toe-to-toe with His Highness, Prince Taehyung.”

I rolled my eyes at his words, “I’m not here to go toe-to-toe with His Highness, I’m here to do a job.” I stated, taking a small step back to put more space between us. He smelt of cheap cologne, old spice deodorant, and breath mints.

My face cringed in a reaction as he opened his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off.

“You really shouldn’t be gossiping about the royal family, they can fire you for breathing too hard so tread lightly and know your place.” I scolded, noticing the stain on his white dress shirt, and the way his in-ear radio was carelessly clipped to his shirt.

Ugh, he’s a complete mess.

“Serious about your work, just like your father, I expected just as much. See you around Y/n.” He said winking at me before grinning again.

My face scrunched up in discomfort before I took swift steps towards the opened doors into the huge high ceiling entrance way of the palace. The white walls accompanied by some white pillars are a sight to marvel at. The hard marble floor has beautiful gold designs while a long strip of a thick and fiery red carpet was laid out.

Anyone would stop to stare at the marvelous architecture and atmosphere but I strolled right through, having seen the inside of the palace many times.

My middle school and early high school days were filled with after school days in the palace, trailing behind my father silently, observing and taking mental notes of everything he did.

My father has been The current King, Kim Taejoon’s advisor since before I was born. He was originally his Majesty’s consult, a temporary advisor for Prince’s during the process of coronation and marriage pursuing.

He assisted His majesty in preparing for his coronation to King. He was also there in assisting with the finding of a bride, who is now Her Majesty Queen Kim Minji, previously Park Minji of the Busan kingdom.

Through that marriage, The Kingdom of Seoul, which was previously the Daegu kingdom before expansion, controlled the most kingdoms of all the rulers. This made it so Gangwon-do was the only province not under The Kim’s Royal family and their monarchy. Gangwon-do neighbors the Seoul province which is home to the Royal palace.

The Gangwon-do province is under the Min Royal family, who were the rulers of the Daegu Kingdom before The Kim family came into power. The history is messy and a bit ugly, so it’s understandable that the Min Royal family sees no possibility of the two families merging.

King Taejoon and Queen Minji had 2 children, a son, and a daughter, though not much is known about their children. Unlike other royal families, ever since the rule of King Taesung(The current King’s father), the children of the royal family are kept out of the spotlight till a certain age.

His Highness Prince Taehyung’s face wasn’t known to the public till he was 19 years old. He’s turning 25 next month and I can’t say the country knows much about him. I’d only seen him in passing when I was tailing my father in the palace. He didn’t speak much, often showing scoffs or sadistic smirks in reply to things. But it doesn’t matter what I think of him, it matters what the Kingdom thinks of him.

I was assigned to Prince Taehyung’s consultation, and if I do well, I could be assigned his advisor. I’d be set with a wonderful job and wonderful pay for life.

A lot of friends ask me why I settled on such a career, seeing as Royal advisors have no social life and basically have their whole lives revolve around their royal client. I’ve seen that first hand, watching my dad miss family events, birthdays, and important milestones in my life.

Though the lack of his presence has caused us to grow distant, I can’t say I’m mad at him. I sort of wish I resented him but from the moment I was born, my father was always all about the royal family. I never had any other expectations.

My father has nothing to do with my decision to take this career path, and I can’t pinpoint what the turning point was, but the royal family interested me.

“I know it’s easy to say everyone is human and though that is true, never put yourself on the same playing field as royals.” My father says sternly, “They are not your equals, and will never be. They look at common people like us through a lens of constant pity and obligation.”

I stare up at him, my 15-year-old mind not fully understanding the heaviness of his words.

“Never mistake their kindness for fondness, I have seen first hand the royals believe they owe loyalty to no one, not even their own people.”

Those are words my father has drilled into me since I told him I wanted to pursue this field of work. A consultant's job is to not be seen and to barely be heard. I understand, and that may have worked with His Majesty Taejoon, but Prince Taehyung is another case.

I know my place. I am a commoner, an obligation to the royal family but I am going to my job well. I will not spare Prince Taehyung’s feelings. If in the presence of those who look down on me as having nothing...I’ll make sure to retain my honesty.

At the end of the entryway stands a familiar figure. Her hair slicked back just like mine, but flowing down her back into a nice ponytail.

She wore all black; her blazer, her blouse and the pencil skirt were all black. Her heels were even black, with red bottoms making an appearance with the slightest foot movements. Her pink painted lips stretched into a friendly smile and I smiled back.

“Michelle, it’s so good to see you!” I say as I get closer to her. She opens her arms and pulls me into a hug. I wasn’t really prepared for it, but I returned anyway.

She smelt of a heavy fragrance that was also pulling my senses into a tight hug. As we pulled back from the hug, I readjusted the briefcase hanging from my shoulder.

“I knew with your father’s recommendation, you would be His Majesty’s choice for Prince Taehyung’s consultation. He said something about, a young person such as yourself would understand the Prince well.” She chuckles at the statement, her eyes scrunching closed to show some crows feet.

Michelle is youthful for her age, though I don’t know exactly how old she is, she has been the Queen’s advisor since I could remember. She says her youthful appearance is due to her constant smiling. She was so different from my father in her methods.

Unlike my father who was stiff and often aloof to His Majesty’s attempts in establishing a friendship, Michelle was more like girl pals with Her Majesty. Michelle was always smiling and radiating a kind aura, just like the Queen.

Though it could be that a Queen’s duties differ from a King’s duties. That doesn’t mean Michelle’s job isn’t tough. She studied the history of South Korea, along with extensive political studies. She needs to know everyone and everything, since she would be advising her Majesty.

It must have been harder for her, since she isn’t native to South Korea; maybe that’s why we relate to each other so well.

But the studying for such a job never stops. We must always keep up with things changing around the world, and how they could affect South Korea. It’s a job that requires you to change along with the times, leaving barely any time for something else.

“I can’t be certain if I could understand him, but I’ll do my best to assist him.” I answered, straightening out my blazer.

“I’m sure you will, the coronation process is always so hectic, so I wish you the best of luck. His highness is gonna be tough to mold.” She whispers, before waving her hand for me to follow her. I stroll right next to her, knowing exactly where we were headed.

This whole wing of the palace is strictly political. As we exited the entryway, the hallway we were walking through almost acted as a balcony, giving a preview of the large ballroom that was the center of this wing.

We took a turn to a completely walled hallway. We were headed to the executive conference room. That’s how it always happens. It’s nearing December and the royal family meets to sort through the plans for the coming year.

“How is it going?” I asked as we turned another corner, the walls now a rich creme color with gold details and gold light fixtures.

She kisses her teeth, “Not so well, Prince Taehyung is less than enthusiastic about this stage of his life. His Majesty is usually pretty lenient with the Prince since he shows potential in his political plans for the kingdom, but the two are butting heads.”

“Why is that?”

Michelle sighs, “His Highness feels like his father is rushing the process, and if it feels rushed and forced the general public will be more reluctant to accept him.”

Well...that makes sense. I don’t have to say anything for Michelle to look at me with a pressed smirk.

“Exactly.” She said when she held my gaze, “Prince Taehyung isn’t stupid he’s just difficult.”

“It would have made things easier if he was an airhead.” I said under my breath. Michelle giggles as she catches wind of my words.

“It’s easier to mold stupid.” She muttered in agreeance as we came to a heavy looking door, guarded by too many men in white dress shirts and black slacks.

They gave both of us a nod of acknowledgement then Michelle stepped forward and opened the door. I followed in behind her, a wave of goosebumps hitting my skin at the difference in temperature. The room was a bit colder than the hallway, leaving my body to react.

Why would they have the AC so high? It’s November for goodness sake.

She gently closes the door behind her and comes to stand beside me. We stood near the door, waiting for a time to introduce our presence.

“That’s such a shallow approach.” A deep voice said. The room was wide, and long but the ceilings weren’t too high. There were no windows and the walls were alder wood panels. In the middle of the room was a large rectangular table that stretched out. There were many seats at the table but right now there were only a few people.

His Majesty King Taejoon sat at the head of the table. Sitting to his right was the Queen. Beside the Queen was a lovely young lady. Princess Cho-hee sat there in sweats. She looks like she was dragged out of bed. Seeing as It’s 9am on a Saturday, I can understand her carelessness.

Her eyes were glued to her phone and she wasn’t tuning in to the conversation at all.

Sitting to the left of King Taejoon was who I presumed to be Prince Taehyung. From where we were standing, the King was directly facing us, so I could see Prince Taehyung’s profile.

He leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest in a bored manner. He stared up at the ceiling and wasn’t looking at the King as he spoke.

His hair was black and a bit long. His bangs were almost in his eyes, but not enough to obscure his sight. His hair had curls in it, so I’d say it was permed. He had strong features, looking a lot more like his father than his mother.

He wore a white shirt with a grey cardigan. His fingers were graced with some rings and his hands were also so pretty. He oozes high class and wealth.

“Excuse me?” King Taejoon responds.

The Prince looked at his father, a dull and bored expression in his eyes.

“You claim that you want to mend things with the Min family, by forming an allyship with them. I agree with that. But through marriage?”

“You just don’t want to get married.” His Majesty argued.

Taehyung smiled, nodding his head, “That’s partially correct, but I’m looking at the bigger picture. Mending things with the Min family through marriage is lazy.”

The room grew heavy as the Prince’s sharp tone didn’t match the smirk on his lips.

“Marrying the Min Family’s princess doesn’t actually resolve anything. Why are we all dancing around the issues with the Min family and their kingdom? It’ll be a slap in the face to them to try to fix things through marriage.”

“What do you suggest, son?” The King raised an eyebrow at Taehyung. His tone revealed true curiosity, but his face showed doubt. He wasn’t sure what the Prince was going to suggest, seeing as the history with the Min Kingdom is a rough one.

“We need to find a place and time to discuss things. We’ll probably have to involve the United Nations. A formal apology needs to be issued to them, followed by a plan that will show growth for both Kingdoms. It’ll be a long road but it’s better than an allyship formed by marriage.” Taehyung says, followed by a yawn.

“Can you guarantee success?” The Queen suddenly speaks up, looking at both her husband and son. Her fiery eyes didn’t give anything away. That’s one thing the Queen was always good at. Her eyes were always kind and sweet no matter the situation, but I’m certain her thoughts were racing.

“No, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they spit in our faces,” Prince Taehyung says confidently. He fiddles with the rings on his fingers while pondering.

“It’s most likely they’d spit in our faces either way. We can’t be surprised. We’re cleaning up grandpa’s mess.” Prince Taehyung says it casually but an audible gasp sounds through the room. It almost felt like the room got colder and a miserable stillness fell over the room.

I was almost scared to breathe too loudly. Everyone except for Prince Taehyung had gotten visibly stiff. Princess Cho-hee even stopped to look up from her phone. Her eyes started around the faces at the table.

His Majesty, the King, was staring at his son with harsh and surprised eyes. Prince was unaware, still focusing on his rings.

Prince Taehyung’s grandfather….King Taesung. A true tyrant. I shivered at the thought of the man, hoping Michelle didn’t notice.

Prince Taehyung’s Grandfather King Taesung started off as commander and chief for the Daegu Kingdom when it was under the Min family’s rule.

The path taken to bring the Kim family to the power they have now was an awful one. Overtaking the Min family and gaining rule of Daegu. The Min family fled Gangwon-do, a province that was also under their rule. Over the years King Taesung conquered more and more provinces. After conquering the Seoul province they moved the capital from Daegu to Seoul and called it the Seoul Republic of South Korea.

King Taesung made no attempt to conquer Gangwon-do, leaving the Min family in power of the province to this day. King Taesung was an awful ruler. Harsh, demanding and cold hearted. He struck fear into the people, and only craved power.

I never met him before he died, only heard of him through history books and from my father. My father became King Taejoon’s consult while the kingdom was still under Kim Taesung’s rule. My father often spoke of how no warmth could be felt from that man.

His presence commanded respect and he carried his authority on his shoulders. Under his rule, the economy did...okay. There was no growth and most of the population lived middle class lives. King Taesung did not care about the options of his people. The people had no trust in the Kim royal family.

Those who spoke ill of King Taesung would be jailed or worse. He severed alliances with other countries, removing all of the Seoul Republic of South Korea. The Gangwon-do Republic of South Korea stayed a part of the United Nations, having them gain support from America, France and more.

King Taesung’s thirst for power weakened the country in the long run.

They try to speak as little of him as possible. Not only for the sake of the politicians, but for King Taejoon. Though it’s never been confirmed, it’s said that King Taesung was very abusive to his children.

I whole-heartedly believe the only reason my father let me shadow him starting in high school was because King Taesung died a few months before that.

King Taejoon has been doing his best to regain the people’s trust in the Kim family and undo the damage his father created. The Seoul Republic of Korea has mended their ties with many other countries and are now part of the United Nations again.

Under King Taejoon’s rule, the economy soared and the people were doing better. Things are going well, but there is an underlying panic among the general public.

The public barely knows Prince Taehyung and are worried if they’ll land themselves another tyrant King.

“What?” Prince Taehyung said after looking up from his hands. He looked at his mother and father, his perplexed facial expression proving that he truly didn’t feel the shift in the air.

“You’re such an idiot!” His sister hisses at him.

The Prince shows a playful smile to his sister before turning his attention back to his father.

“I am not going to be married off as a deal to keep peace but grandpa was an autocrat.” Taehyung adds before turning his attention back to his rings. He fiddles with them, randomly adjusting them while everyone else is left with the tense atmosphere caused by his words.

I took in a deep breath through my nose, knowing that his plainspoken attitude would be left for me to deal with.

As if he hadn’t noticed us before, the King holds eye contact with me. His eyes grow wide with excitement, and he glances at his son. Taehyung was still occupied by his rings, now moving onto the watch on his wrist.

“What do you think Ms. L/n?” He asks me as a small smile appears on his lips. I wasn’t expecting him to ask my opinion. I should be honest right?

My eyes flicker to Prince Taehyung who was no longer looking at his watch. His eyes were on me. He still looked bored but his body language changed. He leaned back on arm rest on the chair so his body was facing my way.

I held eye contact with him for a moment, moving my attention back to the King. But not quickly enough to miss the way Prince Taehyung’s eyes moved down my body.

“Your Majesty, you’d like my opinion on the Min family matter?” I clarify.

The King nods, “Yes! And just call me Mr. Kim. I’ve known your father for too long for all these formalities.”

“I believe…” I trail off, moving my eyes back to Prince Taehyung who was now staring at me with narrow eyes. He no longer looked bored. He looked like he was waiting to meet my eyes again. When our eyes met he raised his brows swiftly as if to tease me.

Ugh. There he goes. I heard he likes to act like that. When I was briefed on the Prince’s general behavior, I was warned he likes to flirt to distract from his work. He flirts as if to show that he takes nothing seriously. He’s a jokester in some ways and oddly overserious in others. That’ll be no problem for me to deal with.

I can’t lie, he’s a very beautiful man, but none of that matters. I’m only here for a job. Pointless flirting and teasing from Prince Taehyung is just something that comes with the job. I hope he doesn’t take me for a woman that can be swayed by looks. My father raised me stronger than that.

“I believe that Prince Taehyung is right,” I look back to the King, “The method of mending ties with the Min Royal family is going to need more than a marital union. It would be seen as a shallow and lazy approach by the Min family.” I answered honestly, ignoring the small grin that appeared on Prince Taehyung’s face.

He turns to the King, “Do you believe it now that a consultant said it?” The grin now held a sinister undertone.

The King ignores the question and waves me forward. Michelle leaves her spot beside me and makes her way to stand by the Queen. I walk the other way and walk till I am standing beside his Majesty, putting me between him and Prince Taehyung.

I left some space so I wasn’t too close to them, adjusting my briefcase strap on my shoulder. The King shows me a wide smile.

“I’m so glad to see you Y/n! I would always see you following behind your father and here you are! You’re going to by consulting my son! Oh how time flies.” He said. Prince Taehyung, who couldn’t keep his eyes off me, was now reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started scrolling through text messages.

Ugh, rude.

“Taehyung, this is Y/n! I told you she would be your consultant! She knows her stuff and I believe she’ll help you over the next year.”

He was fiercely typing something, and I heard the phone as he pressed ended and sent a text message. Before his father could yell at him to pay attention, he was looking up at me.

“Yeah, I remember you telling me.” He answers his father while holding eye contact with me. He had a playful glint in his eyes.

“Does she know the schedule?” He turns back to his father.

“I’m certain she does. Y/n is always on top of things.” The King looks at me expectantly. I notice the Queen also watching me with a small smile.

I didn’t expect the King and Queen to act so familiar with me. I’d only see them in passing when I was shadowing my father. Though I remember my father speaking often of how close King Taejoon always attempted to get.

He called my father his friend, very often.

“Yes,” I answer, noticing now that everyone’s attention was on me.

“His Highness Prince Taehyung turns 25 next month, he will be having a celebration and his Majesty will announce the succession. The coronation is next year in September. Prince Taehyung should have the proper studies and traditions complete by then. He is also expected to be engaged by December next year.” I explained, looking at both Prince Taehyung, the Queen and the King.

The only one smiling was the King. He nodded his head confirming that I was right.

“Y/n?” The Queen’s smooth voice called out. I looked at her, waiting for her comment.

She leaned forward a bit, “Do you believe you will be able to meet those deadlines?” She wasn’t doubting me, but the look in her eyes asked a different question.

My son is difficult, are you sure you can handle him?

“Certainly.” I answered confidently.

“All this talk of engagement is pointless! I already have a person in mind!” Taehyung exclaimed, causing his mother and his sister to roll their eyes.

“You’ve been saying that forever!” His sister contends, “We know you’re lying! Stop trying to stall on things.” His sister looks at me.

“Don’t entertain him on that notion. He doesn’t have anyone in mind. He’s been pulling my parents legs for a few months, hoping to stall the process.” She explains glaring at her older brother.

Prince Taehyung abruptly turns to me, surprising me as he took one of my hands in both of his.

“Marry me?” He said breathlessly, his eyes wide and twinkling.

I stare down at him, not amused or moved.

I gaze down at him for a moment, sure that the annoyance I’m feeling is visible on my face.

A scoff sounds from Cho-hee. The princess grins, “She didn’t even blink. She’s not moved at all.”

Prince Taehyung drops my hand, the dreamy look in his eyes fading.

“Your heart wasn’t stirred?” He asked.

“No.” I answer.

“Not even a bit? Your heart didn’t skip a beat?”

“No, your highness..” I answer.

Cho-hee snickers, “Yeah Tae, not every woman wants a prince to sweep them off their feet.” Cho-hee looks at me again, eager to share something.

“He also asked the 52 year old pastry chef to marry him.” She informs me.

I’m sure he did.

“And that random female bodyguard.” The Queen added.

Cho-hee leans over to her mother, “He sees no significance in marriage or love. You gave birth to a robot mom.” I noticed Michelle, who was silent behind the Queen, stifled a giggle.

Cho-hee whispered loud enough for everyone to hear causing Prince Taehyung to snap back.

“And you’re a gremlin so I guess mom was giving birth to all types of weird things!”

Cho-hee gasps, “Take that back!”

Their banter becomes background noise as the King asks for my attention again.

“Y/n, please take good care of my son.” He says in a low voice.

“Of course.” I bowed slightly, glancing at The Prince Taehyung who was back to scrolling on his phone.

I don’t have much more to say to him, but rather turn to Michelle.

“I’ll show you where your office is.” Michelle says kindly. I nod, make my move to follow her. I stop short and look at Prince Taehyung again.

“I look forward to working for you, your highness.” I bow slightly. Prince Taehyung looks my way. I watch his eyes move from my face and down to my...chest? No...my neck. He glances at my neck and back up to my eyes.

“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” He mutters, and stares at his phone screen.

“Thankfully, I am here to do a job, not win you over.” I say sternly.

Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that! He gawks at me with wide eyes, surprised by my comment, while Princess Cho-hee covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.

The King simply watches our interaction silently with the Queen smirks.

I bow once more before walking around the table to get to Michelle waiting patiently at the door.

“That was a bit too far.” She said as we exited the room, “Your father--”

“My father’s methods are not my methods.” I cut her off, “I won’t let him walk all over me. My father was too passive. I am not.”

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‘worth more’ part 2, oikawa tōru.

warnings : implications of a toxic relationship, triggering break up themes?, me not proof reading, angst

part 3

you peered down at your hands where a thin layer of ice was struggling to form due to the flashing sheets of cold droplets that bombarded your skin in every way possible. how long had you been here again? you were unsure. you could barely differentiate your own tears from the rain, the only thing that was keeping you grounded was the sliver of moonlight that had cracked through the clouds. not even the stars were in the sky tonight and this was the kind of darkness that could swallow you whole, both mentally and physically.

you had been reminiscing on the time you’d spent with oikawa, as both his bestfriend and his girlfriend in an unforgiving loop. was this really it? was it all over? if you had known things would turn out like this then the day you realised how truly and utterly in love you were with the setter then maybe just maybe you would’ve been selfless for once and said no.

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“what do you think is out there y/n-chan?” your lips curved into an unwilling smile, you couldn’t help it, not when you were around oikawa and he was once again babbling about one of his conspiracy theories. he’d always been a strong believer in aliens and area 51 and you couldn’t help but marvel at how adorable he was. the two of you had snuck out to the park after he woke you up at 2am begging you to come and watch the meteorite shower with him since iwaizumi had refused to get out of bed.

“i think there’s a lot of things out there that we don’t know of and we probably never will, i guess it’s scary in some sort of way, there could be a whole species that we have no clue about, but it’s also comforting to know we aren’t alone in this universe.”

oikawa was slightly taken aback by your answer, he’d expected you to tease him and maybe laugh while he would pout and try to defend his point. but instead you hadn’t spared him a glance even after all those words, he could see how infatuated you were with the sight before you. the night sky ablaze with brilliant blues and pinks which soared through the universe leaving a white fiery tail in its wake. the world had never been as enchanting as it was in this moment and neither had you.

he cursed himself for only noticing it now, the way your eyes widened and the beauty of nature reflected through them, the way your eyelashes looked so much more exaggerated with the shadow caused by the light spectacle from the heavens, the way your lips separated when you spoke about your interests, and the way you were so attentive when it came to his. it was all art, and the best moment of his life. yes, he truly was cursing himself for only now realising that he was so deeply in love with you.

“so you do believe in aliens?” he proped himself up on his elbows and turned to face you with his signature smirk, however you could tell that something had shifted in the atmosphere, something unfamiliar but welcoming. “i’m just saying there’s a probability.” you flicked his forehead causing the both of you to break out in a chuckle, everything had always been so easy between the two of you, it was natural.

there was something about being here now, with you by his side that made him invincible. if there was anything he wanted to ask the heavens for he knew now was the time to proclaim his wishes, he could feel the magic in the air tonight.

“you know y/n-chan, this meteorite shower has made me feel like i can do anything.” he stood admiring the sight before him as he knew it was a once in a lifetime event. you watched as he raised his hand to the air, your eyes followed his fingers which landed on the ball of silver that resided in the sky.

“i want to be the absolute best setter.” hope flooded his eyes and enthusiasm leaked out of his demanour. “so i’m going to do something no one else can do, one day i’m gonna set the moon.” he smiled with pride and you couldn’t help but adore him in that moment.

oikawa toru would set the moon one day, and you would do anything to be by his side to see it.

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“y/n.” you heard the echo of a voice, so distant but so close, if you were any further in your own mind you wouldn’t have been able to decipher your own name. “hey y/n.” you felt a hand on your shoulder shake you back to your bitter reality. that meteorite shower had happened over a year ago and you would do anything to go back to that day, just one last time.

“iwaizumi.” you breathed out, moving your eyes to lock with that of the ace, you could see the worry laced in his features as his nose contoured while he evaluated your state. “you’re freezing.” he put a hand on your cheek, hissing at how the ice bit him back. he scrambled to take his coat off draping it over you in less than a second, of course he would, in his mind he was just looking after his bestfriends girl. you wondered if anything would change between you and iwaizumi once he learned about the outburst between you and oikawa a couple hours prior.

“what are you doing out here?” he began zipping up his jacket, doing everything in his power to stop you from falling ill but even he knew you were past that point. the way you were drenched and rain and your fingertips were so cold to the touch there was no doubt that you would wake up with an almost deadly cold the next morning and he was ready to beat himself up for not arriving to the scene sooner.

“i don’t know.” you whispered, even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the lung capacity to speak at a steady tone and the lump returning to your throat wasn’t making it any easier. “where’s oikawa? he never went home, i bet that bastard is still practicing.” he clicked his tongue ready to scold his bestfriend for overworking himself, and even more so for doing it to the point where he wasn’t aware that you were out here on the brink of freezing to death.

but at the mention of your ex-boyfriends name you couldn’t help but break down into tears once again, your heart only shattering further and your breathing becoming more frantic. “y/n? what’s wrong? why are you cr-“ then it hit him. of course oikawa was the reason that you were out here, staring out into some kind of void under the fury of tonight's weather. it seemed that you had the same idea that he had, only you had just thought of it first. there was a reason the setter had been radio silent on all forms of social media after school today, because he was in school overworking himself exactly as iwaizumi presumed. and there was no doubt you caught him in a bad mood, the ace shivered as he imagined the cruel words that oikawa had likely flung your way, he knew how mean the man could be when he was unhappy with himself.

“come on, come with me let me take you home.” he reached out to you, steadying you to your feet as the two of you began walking towards the direction of your house. even though he was being cautious with his words he couldn’t help but be extremely taken aback by the way your clothes were dripping onto the concrete floor. just how long had you been out here for? it had to be more than an hour, maybe even hours. he couldn’t imagine the mess you would leave behind as you trailed towards your bedroom. hopefully your parents wouldn’t penalise you for it once they had realised just the kind of state you were in. afterall it wasn’t your fault, it was his own and his shitty bestfriend’s fault. how could the two of them both not not come to your rescue sooner? he felt like a complete and utter idiot.

he waited for a moment outside of your house, watching the way you stopped in the doorway turning to him with nothing but sadness in your eyes and voice. “thank you, iwaizumi.” he smiled in return. he didn’t think you should be thanking him for human decency but nevertheless he bowed slightly before dashing off to the gym where he didn’t doubt oikawa would still be.

and when he got there he would make him answer for himself.

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charming-2d-boys · 4 years ago

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I want to request a request that I sent before but I sent it when your ask box closed lmaoo. The reader is a character in feitan and shalnark's favorite book and one day, the reader comes out of their book HAHAH. Can you write that for me? 🥺 ik this is a bit crazy idea but I'm curious!

Oh, I remember that one because it was so strange, but interesting! 🤩

Thanks for the request and I hope you’ll like it, Pastel! 🤗

A/N: based a little on how Gon and Killua opened the box from Ging and also the movie Inkheart. Also slightly changed, hope it doesn’t affect the story too much - though this is platonic as hell 😅 I can write a part 2 (or more) which will probably be more romantic and focused on Fei and Shal if you want, so just tell me 😄

Word count: 1975

Picture-perfect - Feitan x Reader x Shalnark

“Fei, is that a new Trevor Brown book?” Shalnark asked as he eyed his friend, who spared him a glance.

“No.” Shalnark plopped down, having noticed that the cover was different – no writing whatsoever: no title, author’s name or anything else. There wasn’t anything that special about it at first glance – it looked like any other book. But there was just something about it.

“Is it one of boss’ books?”

“No. Mine.” Shalnark pouted, looking more attentively at the book. What sort of book could be so interesting? He could feel Aura clinging onto the book – faint, but still there.

“Did you feel the Aura?” Feitan glanced at him, nodding. That’s why he was looking through the book – maybe there was some sort of a hint as to what made it so special. Had the author created it with so much love, care and intensity that some of their Aura was left as part of it? So far, there was nothing. No writing on the sides, notes or anything left between the pages.

“Did you try using Nen on it? Maybe it’ll do something.” Feitan did just that, but still, nothing happened. He didn’t even know in what language the book was; though he could still read the words, but without understanding them. He’d snatched it up just because it seemed interesting and thought that maybe Chrollo would like it, but now it proved to be a mystery that he couldn’t let go of until he made sense of it.

“I’ll take it to boss.” It wasn’t too hard to find him as he and Shalnark saw him seated on top of the chipped and cracked altar, reading, while the coloured light coming through the remaining stained glass provided some extra light besides the lit candles next to him. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up before his eyes zeroed in on the book in Feitan’s hand as he bookmarked his own book and paid attention to them.

“Yes?”

“I found a book. It’s in another language.”

“And there’s Aura coming from it. It didn’t open when Feitan used Nen.” Feitan gave Chrollo the book, who studied it curiously, looking through the pages himself. Sure enough, the language made no sense, though it could still be read, but not understood, and there was nothing else to indicate the subject of the book, such as illustrations.

“Have you tried reading aloud from it?” They both shook their heads. Trying to get at least an idea of how to read at least the first sentence, Chrollo’s voice soon broke the silence. Nothing happened. He furrowed his eyebrows before looking over the next few sentences. “Let me try something.” Feitan and Shalnark both nodded as they awaited whatever Chrollo had thought of doing, hoping something might happen.

Reading from the beginning, Chrollo slowly used his Nen at the same time as the words he’d spoken, foreign on his tongue and in his eyes, started changing until they made sense. He stopped when the first few sentences seemed to remain translated, curious about the book even more.

“What I just read got translated while the rest are still foreign.” He turned the open book towards the two men, but their eyebrows furrowed before they looked at Chrollo.

“It hasn’t changed for us, it looks the same.” Shalnark pouted. Chrollo’s eyes widened a little before nodding, intrigued.

“Can I have it back? I want to try.” Feitan said and despite Chrollo wanting to read more, he gave it back. Maybe he’d think a bit more about the book and its strange ability before going back to it. Until then, he’d get back to his own book.

As Feitan and Shalnark returned to the previous room they had been staying in, they sat down, looking at the book with interest. Both of them started reading – Feitan in a lower voice – looking at the words they tried pronouncing and the way they changed right before their eyes. They both read the first chapter before stopping and reading what had gotten translated, still out loud and using Nen. The air and atmosphere seemed to shift, as if there was static around them. Shalnark looked around. Nothing seemed to be out of place or changing, except for the weather outside. A storm seemed to be approaching. He watched the sky every few seconds as they both continued reading.

“Fei, the weather’s changing.” He saw the smaller Spider nod, eyes quickly glancing at the sky before going back to the book. As soon as they both finished reading the translated chapter, there was a loud noise from above.

At first, they thought it was the sound of thunder, but with the bits of the crumbling ceiling falling in front of them, they both realised that something had hit the old church, right above them. Feitan shut the book and the two men got up, quickly leaving the room. Chrollo himself had gotten up, as did a few other Spiders, all of the present ones looking upwards, as if waiting for something else to happen.

“What was that?” Shizuku asked.

“Thunder? Maybe lightning struck?” Pakunoda suggested, though even she doubted that had happened. Ready for an attack, they all went upstairs, where some of the private rooms were situated. Going directly to the one above where Feitan and Shalnark were, the Phantom Troupe were shocked to see a wide hole in the roof. Rain was pouring in and right underneath was a person, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Wide, frightened eyes looked from one Spider to another, while you tried getting away from them, seeing as they were ready to attack at any moment.

“They’re from the book.” Feitan said. He was amazed by the fact that you almost looked the way he had imagined you to. Everyone looked at him bewildered.

“They’re one of the characters from Feitan’s book.” Shalnark added, as if it made any more sense than what Feitan had just said. They all looked at the newcomer again. You didn’t seem like a threat and they could sense no Aura or Nen coming from you.

“Let’s all calm down, okay? They seem scared.” Pakunoda suggested as she let her conjured gun disappear. The others slowly followed her example, still on guard.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Your voice wavered, scared out of your mind. One moment, you were in your garden, and now, you were in some dark, decrepit room, with the only exit blocked by a bunch of strangers who seemed ready to kill in the blink of an eye.

“Easy there. We’re not going to hurt you.” Shalnark said as he smiled, hands raised in surrender. “What’s your name?” He already knew, but he wanted the others to know as well.

“(Y/N).” You answered, still wary. A shiver ran through you, though you were unsure if it was out of fear or because of the rain that had poured over you before you moved into the corner of the room.

“(Y/N), how about you come downstairs with us then? It’s cold here and it’s raining, we wouldn’t want you to get sick. We can also get some food for you if you’re hungry.” Chrollo asked, intrigued and interested in what would happen next. They were all curious, but not all of them were too keen on being so friendly with a stranger. Who knew what you were capable of?

“We won’t hurt you.” Pakunoda added. You eyed each one of them for a few seconds, weighing your options.

There really wasn’t much you could do: you were in a foreign place, surrounded by strangers and had no way to defend yourself. You slowly left the corner of the room, sidestepping the puddle and debris on the floor before standing in front of them. Chrollo took off his coat, putting it over your shoulders and you hugged it tightly over your body, thanking him before they led the way downstairs. You looked around, noticing the abandoned and decaying state of the building you found yourself in and wondering what they could be doing there.

As soon as you reached the nave, you were guided to one of the remaining pews, sitting down while the others sat around you, not too close, not too far. You felt like an exhibit – being looked at from all sides with curiosity. After finding out all of their names, you were asked about where you had come from, what did you feel when you were spirited away, if you had any powers. The questioning continued and while you answered them all to the best of your abilities, it was clear that you were bewildered and shocked about what had happened to you. But you had questions of your own.

“How did I get here?” Feitan wordlessly gave you the book, which you opened. You immediately felt your eyes widen in shock. The words perfectly described you, doing exactly what you had been doing before you woke up in this strange world.

“Do you understand the language?” Chrollo asked you. You only nodded, flipping the pages. It was like reading about your future, your life. Whatever you said or did, written black on white. It was both interesting and terrifying.

“We brought you here.” You looked at Shalnark, eyes wide. You felt a mix of emotions, though the main fight was between anger and despair.

“Why would you do that?” You almost felt like sobbing. How were you supposed to get back? What if only they could get you back? But what would you do with the knowledge of having found out about your future actions and words? What if that changed the course of the book? Of your life? What if you could never return in the first place?

“It was by accident!” He said, flustered and feeling somewhat sorry. He could understand that being thrown into an unknown world just like that was more than upsetting. You continued looking down at the book, thoughts and heart racing.

“No more crying. Move on.” You looked up and towards the voice, spotting the smaller man who looked at you with a blank face, well you thought at least, since it was half covered.

“What?” Maybe you’d heard him wrong.

“Move on. Make the best of your situation.” You knew he was right. But you were still in a state of shock over everything that had happened to you.

“Feitan is right. Right now, you should eat something and rest. We’ll talk more afterwards.” Chrollo said. Pakunoda nodded and you lied down, soon hearing those present scatter around. All except for a few.

“Me and Feitan will keep watch.” Shalnark proposed and Chrollo nodded.

“Then I’d like to examine the book a little more.” The book was soon in his hands and he was once again back on the altar, muttering quietly to himself as he read the foreign part before reading what was translated, careful not to summon something else.

The tiredness that came with the shock of suddenly finding yourself in another world made you fall asleep quickly. You hoped that when you’d wake up, you’d be back in your world and this would all just be a crazy dream.

“What do you think?” Shalnark asked quietly. He fiddled with his phone, taking a photo of you. You were cute when you were sleeping, though he still felt a little guilty.

“Hm, weird. I wonder who the author was.” Feitan answered and Shalnark nodded. Was it part of the author’s Nen? Would you be able to return? Or would you be trapped here? Whatever it was, the two felt responsible for you, in one way or another. Maybe you’d be valuable. Maybe they’d discovered something big. Maybe even more important than the Dark Continent. But they were also interested in knowing more about you and your world. Maybe when you’d wake up, you’d be willing to answer more of their questions.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #shalnark #shalnark x reader #hxh feitan #hxh shalnark #hxh writing

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crescent-yoon · 4 years ago

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only in my lucid dreams

Part 3

★ Seojun's POV ★

all i could hear beneath my feet was the crunching of snow. it snowed heavily the previous night, making it difficult for me if i had chosen to ride my bike. i was finally coming back to this school after so long and i was nervous. nervous to see you outside of these dreams.

your eyes were just as i had seen them every night - dim yet warm and full of life - as you had set your eyes on me with that brightness that was only shown to me. your hair down and eyes full of wonder as always. when i saw you in these dreams, you had always looked as beautiful as ever. even if you were just simply wearing a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie. ever so rarely wearing something out of the ordinary for you.

even last night you had worn the clothes that seemed to give you the most comfort, while i had wanted so desperately to show you my uniform. the colors that should've been recognizable to both you and i, sparking your curiosity. sparking that wonder in your eyes.

"why are you wearing that?" you asked as curiosity had played on your face. "it's... a bit different from your usual attire, Seojun."

i couldn't help but to mentally adore how that expression made you look so.. cute.

"yes, well, my mom is a bit sick so my sister and i need to switch schools." i tilted my head to the side just a bit, hoping to give off the cockiest of smirks only for a mix of sincerity and playfulness to show in my expression. "why? are you happy that we're going to the same school, Y/n?"

"so happy i could have a heart attack right now from the overwhelming joy that i'm feeling right now?" you playfully rolled your eyes at me as i gave you a light shove in response, just as we had always done whenever we were enjoying each other's company.

"yeah, yeah. no need to go overboard." i laughed as i took your hand into my own. your hand was cold yet comforting at the same time. it had always been this way as i had kept my thoughts, wondering if you had seen me as a man. "besides, i used to attend this school but things got crazy in my life so i had to move away."

"makes sense, i suppose." everytime you always had little to say, but you never strayed away from me. you did zone out constantly and always made me wonder about the gears turning in your head.

"i know that it's a bit strange but.. do you see me as a man or just a figment of your imagination?" i had asked, truly curious. unfortunately for me, you were so zoned out that you hadn't heard a single word.

"earth to Y/n?" i playfully and softly tapped the bottom of your chin to gain your attention as i had always done. "clearly you weren't listening but i asked you if you-"

you disappeared as i was going to ask again and that had only meant that you had woken up. i was going to get ready for the day too when another dream had started.

i saw you in our school uniform, presumably on your way home after school. you were walking alone unsuspectingly when two huge men had grabbed ahold of you and tried to shove you into a dark looking van. i couldn't hear anything in this dream but one of the guys lips had read, "whether we have to threaten her or threaten you, your mother owes us money and we'll just keep hold of you until she finally pays up."

immediately without hesitation, i felt my feet running. of course i'd run to you. i had to save you. but just as i got close, the ringing of my alarm clock had sounded and i had to get ready for school, that dream set in my mind.

the sight, the feeling, the sounds. all of it felt unbelievably... real.

snapping out of my thoughts, i had walked past the snow covered trees towards the school gates. until i had seen... you. i'm glad that you were still okay which had only meant the event was something that would happen in the future, keeping this in mind, i would discreetly keep an eye on you. even as i remembered the dream before that.

the feel of your hand in mine, the racing of my heart, the curiosity on your face. every bit of it felt so surreal. why is it you, y/n? why do you keep appearing in my dreams like this? at first... at first i thought that you were only meant to be a figment of my imagination. someone that i had made up in spite of my loneliness.

but then the dreams had kept occurring and it all felt too real. especially when i had seen you in real life, in the real world. you hadn't noticed me as you had that zoned expression on your face, unaware that you had brushed my shoulder. that familiar warm, tingly sensation had been felt all over my body. it was really you. and i knew your weren't my imagination when i had heard you lost in thought mumbling the words of "who are you" and "why are we connected, han seojun?".

even now, you looked exactly like you did in my dreams. there was no way that this could all just be... an eery coincidence. but when our eyes met, i knew. i knew that we were connected somehow.

should i approach you? no, i'd look strange. should i pretend as if i had never seen you before? but i had seen you before, in person and in my dreams.

then i had noticed it.

i noticed that unlike me, you weren't wearing a winter coat, though the snow continued to gently land on your eyelashes and melt on your cheeks and nose, a slight shiver coming over your body.

those same warm eyes, they were filled with familiarity and they made me wonder. do you recognize me? you seemed to.

i was going to muster up the courage to approach you until a friend had dragged me away with the ring of the bell.

snapping out of my thoughts and out of the cold weather, i'd been dragged to 2b and there our gazes met again.

i don't know what you were doing but suddenly i had seen you put your hands to the temples of your forehead. at first i had thought you had gotten a headache until i realized. you were concentrating really hard on something. i realized that you're acting just as i did when i realized you were real, probably thinking you had some sort of super power and that thought was so funny that it had me holding back laughter.

"um.. are you okay, y/n?" Suho had asked you as Jugyeong felt your forehead to check your temperature. Their concern had made it even harder to hold back my laughter.

"ahaha, yes, well." you had looked down until you had turned around and saw me laughing.

"so weird." i shook my head, genuinely trying to stop laughing but you looked so much like a confused puppy that it was hard to stop. "what are you even doing, Y/n?"

"huh?" your head tilted in confusion. "how do you-"

i hadn't even realized that i had let your name slip from my mouth. of course i shouldn't have been able to know your name without ever truly meeting you, right? trying to find my way out of the situation, i had remembered that every student had to wear a plated name tag on their shirt.

"nametag." i pointed at the silver plated pin on your jacket. creating a quiet atmosphere before looking out into the hallway from the classroom window with a clearing of my throat.

suddenly i had felt a hard pinch on the back of my neck and it hurt badly. it was almost as if you were trying to make sure i was real. i wanted to ask you why you did that in a calm manner but it had hurt so bad that i had scolded you with a stern and slightly raised voice saying, "why? what do you want so bad that you have to pinch me on my neck like that?"

not realizing a had lowered the volume of our chattering classmates, their eyes all turned in our direction. you very quietly and quickly apologized as you headed back to your seat. i has realized that i had probably embarrassed you. i wanted to apologize but before i could, our teacher had walked in and began class. even with the teacher starting class, my eyes only lingered on you.

the day had been over with and as the students began piling out of the building, i noticed that the snowfall had gotten worse and thought about how you hadn't worn a jacket to school today. amongst all my thoughts, i had also remembered that dream. the one where you had been in danger and i don't think that i could've allowed you to walk home. especially because you had told me once in a dream that you had lived alone.

when you had began taking a step forward, i decided to stop you and had pulled you into my chest.

"Han Seojun?" you looked up in surprise at me, those sparkling eyes staring at me once again. "what's wrong?"

"i know it's a bit weird of me to request something of you when we just met but i need you to trust me." i frowned, taking off my jacket and wrapping it around you seeing as that i couldn't stand to see you cold, teeth slightly chattering. "don't go home today. i need you to come with me."

i didn't really expect you to go with me. after all, you only knew me inside of these dreams we shared. who were you to trust a stranger. but then i saw this determined nod you gave and i felt my heart racing as you had told me-

"i trust you"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#oimld #only in my lucid dreams #han seojun #han seo joon #han seojun x reader #han seojun imagine #han seojun x you

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cafeinthemoon · 4 years ago

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The Leaves of Her Garden - Chapter XIII

Title: The Leaves of Her Garden

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 2901

Chapter (s): 13/?

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Interlude, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 🖤 | ▶▶

Chapter XIII - Madara and the God of Shinobi

Since you were brought to Madara’s house, you felt like you were under some sort of spell. You’ve been living through the days as if you were inside another person’s dream, following events, hearing conversations and seeing scenarios that could only be experienced through their eyes. Even when you were the center of such events and all eyes were turned to you, you just couldn’t feel them like the real things they were. Being introduced to other members of the clan – elders, women and servants – under your new name only reinforced this impression.

This and the fact that you’ve spent those days without your husband’s company.

The next day after the ceremony came silent in your room. When you opened your eyes and sat on the futon, your first action was to seek for Madara; you did it without even realizing it. He wasn’t there; somehow, the silence of his absence was way different from when he was just quiet, out of your immediate sight. You were left alone and felt a bit anxious for this.

The room had everything you needed to take care of yourself, and this is what you did after leaving the bed. When you were ready, you found a new robe and went to the porch, still tying its straps around your body.

You sat on the wood platform with your feet dangling right above the grass, the warm light of the morning touching your face and everything your sight could reach. Twirling around the place there were rosy petals that just have fallen from the cherry trees, so natural while carried by the breeze that you could think they were living beings; some of them were carried away, and a few ones came to rest upon the grass, close to your feet.

Yes. You have been through so much that you completely forgot that Spring was on its apex. Still, you were glad that you could take some time to appreciate it now. That was the first time you did it the way you should in a long time, without fear, uncertainty or anxiety clouding your thoughts: now you had a family and a house by the side of a man who was able to guide and protect you and two women who acted like true friends, taking care of your needs when you weren’t able to do it for yourself.

After all the things your had to endure, you were finally in peace.

You were thinking of this when you sensed your had company. You glanced at your right and saw him there, standing in the shadow of the closest porch’s columns. He wasn’t using a robe anymore: instead, he had the full traditional clothing of his clan, with its long sleeves and its high collar; however, he was on barefeet. You noticed you were starting to get used to his sudden appearances, even welcoming them.

You stood up from the porch. At first, you thought of greeting him with good morning or something, but you stopped your tongue at the last moment. Somehow you sensed the moment asked for silence.

Madara came and took the place by your side. He held your chin, then approached his lips of your temple and left a kiss there. It was a strange treatment he gave you, that one: you felt it like it was a way to mark you as his property. The gesture didn’t lack gentleness, however: there you had a man who used to take good care of what belonged to him.

He was the first to speak.

- Your look visibly better – and still with his had under your chin, he made you turn from one side to another in order to examine your traits, as a way to confirm what he said – The effects of a good night of sleep cannot be denied when we look at you right now.

When he released you, you felt safe to speak.

- Indeed, I feel better today, Madara – again, you almost said the -sama, but stopped in time – I hope you slept well too.

At first, he smiled at your preoccupation with his well being, but soon that smile fade into a contemplative expression. You didn’t have to wait too long to find out the reason behind it.

- I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Y/n – he started – It is good to see that you are used to leave the bed in the first hours of the day, even when you do not have to.

- I am actually used to wake up earlier – you replied with modesty.

Your cheeks burned to what he said after that.

- After the last night, I would not blame you for staying in bed for a longer time – he smirked – Anyway, there is a reason for my waiting. I need to inform you about some events you must expect to attend today. The first one is the Todoroki’s farewell by midday, which you naturally will have to watch by my side, so that I will sent the women to prepare you when the time comes.

You nodded, and he offered his arm to you: he intended to take you for a walk in the garden, which you accepted without thinking twice. The morning was too beautiful for you to stand under the porch’s protection for much longer. That time you took the traditional path and reached the garden within minutes. You appreciated the walking: though you wouldn’t complain if Madara took you in his arms and reached the place in seconds, you always enjoyed using your own feet as a normal person, so that you were content to see that he respected this.

In fact, knowing that the Todoroki were going to leave soon brought some relief to your mood: you wouldn’t need to maintain Sachiko’s role for much longer once they’re gone. Only when you had to communicate with other members of the Uchiha, who weren’t aware of the whole story.

What he said next, however, had the opposite effect.

- Now, I am afraid that what I am going to tell you might bring some apprehension to you, and I apologize for that. Y/n, in a few days I am going on a mission with my brother, and I am still not sure of how long I will be away.

Madara was right. Hearing that he was leaving in some days made your heart beat faster with anxiety. Despite not knowing him long enough to say you loved him, you cared for him, as your husband and your protector: you’ve heard about the challenges and dangerous situations in which the shinobi used to be involved during their work.

You tried to contain your preoccupation, but you weren’t sure you succeeded, judging by his reply:

- I know it will not cease the worries you are already feeling, but let me tell you that there is no logical reason for them. Some of our men will be sent to travel alongside the Todoroki, and these ones will only leave in my presence. However, our best shinobi will stay to guard the compound, and some of them will follow me and Izuna in our mission – a smile grew on the corner of his mouth when he noticed you were still worried – As you can easily imagine, I would have to be too reckless, or too stupid, to leave you and the rest of my people unprotected after sealing a treaty with the Todoroki.

You did your best to calm yourself, but you needed to be honest about the situation. You stopped; looking down at his hands and releasing your arm from his, you took them into yours, too small to contain them in their entirety.

- Despite the little time we have spent together, I already trust you and Izuna-sama and the other people. But I cannot help being worried when I hear you say you will be far away, where I cannot reach you. If only there was a way to assure you will be alright… I would not bother you with these silly feelings.

When you said that, you looked into his eyes seeking for another assurance. But the glimmer you saw in them in response made you shiver though the morning was as warm as the Spring would allow it to be.

Madara held your hands in his with the same firmness you sensed when he did it for the first time, in that night you met. Just like that time, you felt fascinated yet overwhelmed by the sensation that he chose this particularly gentle gesture to push his power and unpredictability into you.

His words came only to confirm this impression.

- Maybe my mere words are no longer enough to make you understand it – and with a smile that left a deeper impression than the look in his eyes – I think it is time to show you what the name Madara Uchiha means to the ones who hear it.

With this, the black of his eyes faded, giving space to the reddish pattern of his Mangekyo Sharingan. Was he going to immerse you in another memory? You were still questioning yourself about it when the sight around you changed, and the morning light and the warm weather disappeared.

You saw yourself surrounded by a suffocating, hot atmosphere that seemed to melt at the constant explosions of light and fire you saw and heard around you. It was like being at the edge of a volcano.

When you felt able to look ahead, you spotted high rocks eroding with earthquakes that didn’t last longer than seconds. Upon them, facing each other and separated only by a few meters there were two human forms, dark against the fires.

Two men.

You felt your eyes looking closer at the scene and recognized one of them – Madara. And he was the one who produced all the fire you saw, doing this through his chakra. However, it was the way he was doing it that stunned you: he had his hand close to his mouth with his fingers pointing above in the traditional chakra releasing position used by the shinobi while at combat, and from his lips came out gigantic streams of fire the devoured everything ahead and around. So, that was what your husband was capable of?

You immediately turned to the opposite side, where the other man was standing, to see what remained from him. Because, of course, nothing could survive such attack. It was when you held your breath: the man was alive.

And not only he was alive, but he was also defending himself: with his palms united and clenched against each other, he used his chakra to make colossal branches grow around him. Yes, he was producing pure wood with his power. You soon understood that they were the cause of the earthquakes: the strength with which they opened their way through the hostile ground moved the stones from their place, changing the land’s geography.

It was like the branches surrounded by fire were about to finish the world and leave nothing to tell the story.

You observed that man with more attention and felt like you knew him, but in a peculiar way; it was like you have met him in a dream, or during a moment when you were seeing with someone else’s eyes.

Whether you knew him or not, his presence and appearance impacted you almost as much as Madara’s: his red armor shone at the fire’s light, and around his shoulders’ protectors his long, dark hair floated with the hot winds coming toward him. Just like your husband, that man had a dark toned skin, as if he was touched by the sun the same amount of times as him, only visible through his face and hands; in his traits there was something distinct, softer despite the seriousness of the battle and the fact that he was surrounded by fire, something that made him look even younger than Madara. On that face, however, you saw a courage, a rage that was equal to his.

A sudden change in the atmosphere around you made you shiver. The air became warm, almost as pleasing as before you were dragged to that place, and now you were watching the battle without suffocating with the heat. This change was operated at the same time you felt a pair of known hands held your shoulders from behind. Not wanting to take your eyes off the events before you, you glanced over your left shoulder and whispered:

- Who... is that man? How can he stay alive with everything falling apart around him?

Somehow you sensed when Madara smiled; he seemed content with your surprise and interest. Right after came his reply.

- Look closer. Look at his forehead.

For the first time you noticed that the man was wearing a white protector around his head, covering his forehead. On its front you saw an emblem that answered all your questions as soon as you recognized it: you were a teacher once; you had to spent time surrounded by books and scrolls that told you the history of the land where you lived, and many times your eyes met the symbols of its most prominent clans. That symbol belonged to one of them – the Senju.

So that was…

Madara seemed to read your thoughts even before you verbalized them.

- I think you figured it out by now – you heard him laugh to himself – That man is the head of the Senju clan. His name is Hashirama. You’ve probably heard about him. About the cognomen that was given to him.

Your reply was automatic, as if it wasn’t coming from your mouth.

- The God of Shinobi.

- Yes. It’s good to see that you know part of the story – Madara complimented in a cheerful tone, ignoring what was taking place before you – This sensation you have, that you’ve seen him before, is easy to explain. You’ve seen him in my memories yesterday. Hashirama was the boy you saw at the river with me.

You turned to him to hear more, leaving the battle behind. Its sounds diminished as Madara spoke; what he had to say now was more important than that vision.

- Hashirama and I were friends at some point of our lives. This friendship did not last long, and perhaps it was for the best. Today, we are what you would call rivals. What you just saw is nothing compared to what he is capable of doing. And the same can be said about me, I must point out.

You sensed your eyes widening. What you just saw was enough for you to understand why people called him a god. Madara laughed at your reaction.

- Don’t you see, girl? – his fingers caressed your cheek as he spoke – This is one of the countless memories I have regarding our meetings. In this one in particular, we were not dancing with everything we got. We were just rehearsing.

- Dancing...? – you immediately remembered of your training and felt ridiculous.

- Hashirama is the only person who is able to dance in a way that entertains me. Things use to get a bit tedious when you are surrounded by people who aren’t able to follow your rhythm, so that someone like him is quite necessary. It brings balance to everything.

While those words were said, you felt a slow, subtle change in the environment around you two. The lights and shadows created by the fires and the wood were fading into something constant, calm as a morning sun, and the with it came a breeze that you welcomed with your heart after the intense atmosphere you experienced moments before as it brought delicate rosy petals to fly around you like silent birds.

You look around, at them, and saw that you were back to the garden. The vision was over, and the change in the scenario served as proof. Madara had his arms around you now, and you were grateful for that, for you weren’t sure if your feet wouldn’t fail you after your return to reality. When you raised to eyes to him, his eyes were dark again, and they were turned to you. Only then you felt the impact provoked by what you witnessed.

Just like the Senju warrior, Madara Uchiha carried enough power to transform the maps of the known world inside him. Yet he called the spectacle he just showed you a rehearsal, and your surprise and admiration was a source of diversion to him.

And to think that you were now the wife of such man, destined to sleep by his side for the rest of your life, and that his hands were around you, keeping you close as you trembled before a vision…

You laid your head on his shoulder and he tightened the embrace. You stood there in silence, sensing him breathing in and out; soon your own breath adjusted its rhythm to his. After everything you saw, it was clear that any preoccupation about his integrity was silly, not to say worthless. But you were the one who asked for an assurance, and Madara gave it to you.

You were going to be careful about what you ask from him from now on.

#madara #hashirama #madara fanfiction #madara x you #madara x reader #naruto fanfiction

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1-800-imagine · 4 years ago

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autumn’s song

sero x reader

✎ genre: angst, pro hero au?

✎ warnings: angst, major and implied death

✎ word count: 2.5k

✎ inside scoop: this fic is inspired by autumn’s song by stephen day for more than obvious reasons, and i personally recommend you listen along as you read (you can click here for that). of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to -- whatever optimizes your reading experience.

on a separate note, i’ll probably get some more time to finish up some pieces this weekend that’s honestly debatable but we’ll see. so if you’d like, you can go ahead and request something.

✎ synopsis: fall had always been a tough time for sero, seeing that it had always reminded him of you.

the last thing sero ever wanted to do was get so hung up on the past -- it was the last thing you ever wished for him. though it’s tough when everything seems to bring back so many memories.

even the entire season of fall brought him back to times when you were around. afterall autumn was just filled with so many great memories of your relationship.

swinging through the awfully familiar city of musutafu, sero can feel the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes -- threatening to roll down his cheeks at any given minute.

the tape hero stops at the next post available. he lifts off his helmet in order to take in some of the fresh air. that cold, crisp atmosphere hits sero’s tear-stained cheeks, along with reels of unwanted memories.

he does his best to suppress those reminders of what once was -- at the very least keeping them tucked in the farthest part of his mind so that he can finish up his patrol.

“great,” he utters. just as sero thought he could escape his little swamp of thoughts, he realizes his surroundings -- far too familiar for his own comfort. he looks down, only to see your favorite, seasonal spot, surprised that it was still running its usual business after all this time.

right as the hero boarded up those old memories, the floodgates seem open right back up. this time hitting him harder than the bullet trains running all through japan.

sero felt the wind cascade through his long hair, tickling the back of his neck. he felt your hand in his own -- fingers intertwined. the sound of leaves crunching filled his ears with every step along this newer, unknown path.

your destination, to you, was a mystery -- a surprise actually. sero had always seemed to cross paths with this little cafe on his way to pick you up from your hero work. he was actually quite alarmed, when you said you hadn't heard of it since you passed by almost everyday.

well, sero gave you the benefit of the doubt considering it was a small place -- family-owned he assumed. a quaint little shop, lodged between two much taller, corporate buildings. in short: it was very easy to skip past the place.

when the two of you had stepped inside, you were greeted with a sense of shelter from the cold, bitter outside. that smell of sweet pastries filled your numbed noses. the space was a lot smaller than it appeared to be.

it was empty too, the only other people inside were an older couple, but they didn’t seem much older than the two of you.

the older man wore a mossy green cap, despite there being no sun needed to be shielded from. a narrow, grey streak weaved through the woman’s hair, contrasting its natural, dark tones. it was pretty, representing the wisdom she gained in her years of living.

“ah welcome,” a voice called out. it was the older woman’s voice -- smooth and sweet like honey. “what a lovely young couple,” she mentioned, “you two must’ve been dating for quite a while, yeah?” her question earned a rosy shade from sero’s cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears; and a nervous chuckle was all you could seem to muster up.

“you don’t have to answer her,” the older man, who was presumed to be the woman’s husband, interrupted. just by listening to the tone in his voice alone, sero could tell the man was clearly displeased with the woman’s antics.

the older woman gestured for the two of you to come inside. “we don’t get too many people coming by,” she spoke. “i think that’s obvious,” her husband interjected.

the wife gestured to you two to come in, she made the both of you feel very welcomed -- like a part of their little family. “we’re glad you chose to stay” the husband observed, “we’re the kokawa’s by the way.”

the lady maneuvered around the tables, claiming that the one directly in the center was the most perfect. she handed you two some paper menus as you sat down and got yourselves comfortable. “thank you kokawa-sama” sero thanked, scanning over some of his options.

“please, call me chiyoko,” the older woman requested, “and that is isamu.” she was very casual, inviting you to use both her and her husband’s first names. in return, you had offered your names to the couple, “i’m (y/n), and that’s hanta.” sero felt so giddy inside when you pronounced his name, like a little kid on the swing set. it was just that he always loved how his name rolled off your tongue.

chiyoko shared some of the couple’s favorite items with the two of you, “i recommend the yuzu honey, it can be served hot or cold,” she explained, “the hojicha is a favorite of isamu’s; though, i would only indulge after a big meal.”

your eyes seemed to have lit up at something chiyoko recommended, and sero knew exactly what it was. given the two of you had been dating for a year or so, he was able to read you like the back of his hand.

“i think the yuzu honey sounds great,” you ordered -- just as sero predicted, a silly, little smirk gracing his lips. he knew how much you loved that sweet, citrus tea rain or shine. “and what about you?” chiyoko had seemed to catch sero off guard. “i, uh, yuzu honey as well please,” he uttered.

“so the two yuzu honey? that’s all?” chiyoko affirms. you respond with a small nod.

the older woman takes the menus and walks to the back, leaving the two of you alone for a moment. “thank you hanta,” you expressed. “what for?” the male asks, hints of confusion littered in his voice. “this,” you answered, “we haven’t spent quality time like this in a while.”

there was a pause in your words, and you reached out for sero’s hand across the table. “i’m sorry,” you muttered. when you looked up, your boyfriend noticed the glassiness layered over top your eyes.

“don’t be,” he assures, “we’ve been really busy lately, you know, saving the city.” his signature proud, triangular smile lit up the room. “but i’m glad we can spend some time together every now and then,” sero adds, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

you found so much comfort in his words -- it was like he knew exactly what to say.

“ahem,” isamu grunted. he was holding a small tray with two cups of tea balanced on top. from the background you could hear chiyoko scolding her husband, “isamu, quit being so impatient. can’t you see they’re having such a sweet moment.” you watched as she discarded a lonesome tear.

isamu took the cups from the little tray and gently placed them on the table. “don’t worry about it,” sero assured, followed with a light-hearted chuckle; your lips shifted into a simple little smirk.

you took a small little sip of the tea from the cup, your expression perking up almost immediately -- like a small dog wagging their little tail. the steam from the cup warmed up your face as well. sero took a swig of his tea, and he tasted the bright flavors of the yuzu, which contrasted the duller shades of autumn.

“enjoy?�� the older woman asked. your small, little smirk spread into a smile. “very much,” you responded.

while you continued to sip on your drinks, chiyoko even brought out albums of countless, old photos of the life her and isamu had shared. it was a life sero only wished he’d be able to share with you.

but things aren’t always so simple -- they always say all good things must come to an end, right?

it was the first day of fall following summer -- the weather was much cooler than the previous days. some people even claimed it to be an ominous sign. the wind threatened to pull trees from their roots, the fog made it difficult to see nearly five feet ahead.

but sero continued to fight the both wind and the fog. he rushed through the city, because he knew what was at stake. cellophane had been called onto the scene to support a mission gone awry -- your mission that had gone awry.

the closer sero got, the more he could see how disastrous the mission had gone. what was once a tall standing building, now turned to nothing but rubble. heroes from all over the board came to offer any sort of assistance.

though he could barely recognize them, but sero even saw some of his old high school classmates coming to the rescue.

he watched as the tentacle hero, tentacole, brought the leftover civilians to safety, being sure to shield them from any of ground zero and gale force’s uncontrollable blasts of power. uravity, sugar rush, and battle fist had been maneuvering larger masses in order to find anyone hidden in the debris, while alien queen melted away the concrete and steel.

even sero’s former teacher, eraserhead, worked with the underground hero, mind jack, to round up the last of the villains.

as soon as the tape hero swung onto the scene, he found the nearest person he could ask for help. he figured top hero creati was sure to know where you could be. “mo-creati,” cellophane announced, granting him the creation hero’s attention. “have you seen them?” he questioned.

the least she gave him was a shake of her head. “i’m sorry,” the creation hero began, “we don’t know of their whereabouts as of right now.” though she made it seem that she was composed under the frantic situation, creati was just as scared as cellophane.

from then sero did one of the most unprofessional, irrational things a hero could do and run straight into the chaos without any other instruction. it was against protocol -- it was against his own rules, but he was desperate to know if you were safe.

“cellophane!” another hero called out. it was red riot, a former classmate and a close friend. the bmi hero, fat gum, followed close behind.

sero gripped both of his red-haired pal’s sturdy shoulders. “please,” the hero’s voice began to grow desperate, “please tell me you’ve seen them.”

“no,” the red-head answered. sero began to drown himself in his own thoughts. where on earth could you be? were you even alright? you had to be. he thought. “but the last anyone has heard or seen from them was over that away,” red riot pointed out.

cellophane gave his buddy a simple nod as a sign of appreciation, before proceeding down the path he had pointed out.

as he continued in that direction, the tape hero stumbled across a body, which laid dormant and defeated in front of him. he recognized the definable features to be yours, eyes growing wide at the sight. despair washed over sero at his discovery.

‘no it isn’t,’ he thought, ‘it can’t possibly be them. is it?’ sero knew there was only one possible way to answer that question -- a question he wished he would never have to answer.

it was almost like his legs took root in the ground below, his knees pulled him to the ground like heavy rocks. sero felt himself sinking into the ground.

“(y/n)?” he whispered. the warmth of his arms contrasted that of the body held between them.

a silent bubble formed around the two of you, but all sero wished for was to hear your voice. he wanted that voice to tell him that everything would all be okay. that things would soon go back to normal -- though he knew they wouldn’t.

“hanta, say something. please,” you begged, your words filling that silence, “let me hear your voice once more.”

nothing. unlike the countless times before, sero didn’t know what to say. he simply just didn’t have the right words.

you had brought your hand up to hold onto sero’s cheek, and he felt the warmth begin to fade. “hanta,” you spoke out, barely even whispering. every breath containing less and less life in it.

“(y/n). . .” he whimpered, but it was too late. your hand dropped due to the lack of life in it. “(y/n)” he continued, “(y/n), please, (y/n)!” the tears finally began to fall, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“don’t leave me,” he pleaded, “don’t leave me without saying goodbye.”

there was no response.

“you promised,” the words echoed through the open space, “you promised.”

that day japan lost a strong hero, and sero lost an even stronger love.

just about two autumns have passed since your incident, and there isn’t a day that goes by where sero doesn’t think about how things might’ve been if you were still around.

he wonders if you would still have been the same person you were back then. he wonders what would have changed. what would have stayed the same?

but sero knows he can’t get so hung up on the what if’s, because they aren’t the reality -- a reality without you around anymore.

the wind hits the back of sero’s neck, and it brings him back to that first time he walked down this once familiar path. however, this time he can only wish that you were still by his side, accompanying him.

when the male stepps inside, he’s hit with that same warmth once more. just this time he can tell that something was the slightest bit off.

a voice calls out -- isamu, “long time no see.” a long time it indeed had been -- just about two years to be exact.

since the tragedy had struck, sero hadn’t come back to the little cafe; however, the male figured he’d stop by while he was already in the area. at least to say his hello’s to the couple if nothing else.

the older woman, chiyoko, emerges from the back room, a tray in her hands. her eyes grow wide, like she some sort of apparition stood in front of her. “welcome back,” chiyoko greets. a relieving smile shifts onto her face. it makes sero feel at home -- the most at home he’s felt in a little while. “please come sit,” isamu insists.

sero does as he’s told, walking toward the center of the cafe -- the best seat in the house. it reminds him of that first time he visited with you.

chiyoko comes by the table with a small cup in hand. “yuzu honey?” she offers, “it’s on the house.” sero gives the woman a simple little nod, taking the offering from her. as he sips on what once was your favorite beverage, he tastes that bright, citrus flavor. that flavor you had fallen in love with all that time ago.

“how’s (y/n) doing?” chiyoko questions. she was always a very curious woman and probably couldn’t help but ask. sero could hear isamu grunting from behind, attempting to signal to chiyoko that she may have overstepped her boundaries.

“it’s alright,” sero utters, “they-”

he can’t even give the older couple a proper answer. so instead, sero put on that signature, triangular smile -- like a mask, covering the deep, twisted despair inside. he took a deep inhale and lied.

“they’ve been doing well,” he wished.

#boku no hero academia #bhna #bhna imagines #bhna angst #bhna x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha imagines #mha angst #mha x reader #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #sero x reader #sero angst

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avmisworld · 4 years ago

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When BTS meet you for the first time:

Kim Seokjin:

Jin runs a pale hand through his short black hair, nodding absentmindedly to the staff he sees on his way down the hallway, his familiar polite smile spread across his face.

He has a long and intense day of dance practice ahead of him, a day he couldn't start properly without his daily cup of coffee and a sweet pastry from the company's coffee shop.

Pushing the simple glass door with the palm of his hand, Jin steps into the small, cozy restaurant, the small golden bell above his head signaling his arrival with a tinkle.

"Good morning", Jin says, bowing lightly at the different staff members and workers sitting around the round oak tables filling the shop, the space soon filled with various greetings towards him.

The room is filled with a strong smell of coffee beans and melted chocolate and sweet baked treats, and the young man breaths in the delicious scent with satisfaction, looking around the softly lit room, with the dangling yellow lights shining like stars in the sky and the colorful pictures and motivational quotes hanging on the walls.

Seokjin had always found this place calming and homey, with the soft piano music playing in the background and the wide glass windows showing off the busy street mere metres away from the shop, adding to the other-wordly atmosphere.

Sitting down at his usual spot in the edge of the cafe, Seokjin slips off his black jacket, revealing the simple white t-shirt under it as he carelessly flings the piece of clothing across the empty chair beside him.

It was hot inside the coffee shop, nothing like the weather outside, with the winter starting and the winds blowing, causing the people on the street to cuddle even closer into their thin coats and sweaters.

"Hello and welcome to our coffee shop. How can I help you?", Jin is surprised at the sound of the soft, feminine voice coming from in front of him, his head snapping upwards to stare at the young waitress in front of him with wide eyes.

Jin was a hundred percent sure that this waitress was working here for less than a week, since he hasn't since her before, and everyone here knew who Jin was and what he orders by heart thanks to his frequent visits.

Also, judging by her skin color and slight accent, the girl in front of him was a foreigner. Seokjin couldn't help but let his eyes linger one second too long on the girl's shiny, long hair, twinkling dark orbs, and plump pink lips, before clearing his throat loudly and smiling slightly.

"Hello", he replies, trying to stay calm despite the increasing race of his heart the longer he looked at the beautiful young woman. "I'd like an Americano and a purple sweet potato cake, please".

The younger girl nods, bowing her head slightly before turning to walk back to the kitchen, Seokjin's eyes following her lithe figure until it disappears behind the simple white door.

Staring outside, Seokjin stares at the people rushing past the window, their eyes trained on the ground underneath them or locked on their phone screen. The image of the girl doesn't fade from Jin's mind, unfortunately, and he wonders why he can't stop repeating the image of the foreigner's stunning smile.

"Here you go, sir", Seokjin's startled out of his thoughts at the sound of the soft, quiet voice, a steaming mug of brown liquid placed in front of him, the froth on top drawn carefully into the shape of a heart, and a pretty porcelain plate, holding a small, bright purple muffin, wisps of steam still coming out of it.

"Thank you", the dark-haired man says, eyeing the petite girl for another second, before clearing his throat nervously, causing the girl to stop just as she was about to leave the table.

"I'm sorry, do you want anything else?", the girl's pretty face is sporting a soft pink blush now, and she's fiddling with her fingers nervously, placing them on top of her simple turquoise dress shirt.

Before he can think it over, Jin is shaking his head quickly, making sure to send the girl a genuine smile to calm her down, before saying: "No, no, I was just wondering… Are you new here?"

The young woman seems to blush even harder at that, laughing sweetly in something akin to relief, and Seokjin can feel his own smile widen at the sound of the twinkling giggle. "Is it that obvious?", she mumbles, tucking a strand of dark hair that managed to escape her tight ponytail.

"It is for someone who's here nearly every single day", Seokjin says with amusement, finally catching the waitress' gaze when she lifts her head up to meet his eyes.

"I'm Kim Seokjin", he introduces himself, reaching out one of his long hands to the other, watching as she sends one of her own tanned ones to shake his, her smile now looking shy and bashful, yet just as beautiful.

"I'm Y/L/N Y/N", she introduces herself, and Seokjin can't help but smile even wider at the other's name, happy to get one step closer to knowing more about the mystery girl.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N", Seokjin says, trying to ignore the warmth seeping through the girl's hand, tightening the hold on her hand just a little bit more. "I think we'll be seeing each other a lot more from now on".

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi enters the music bar, pulling his black snapback even lower on his head as he shuffles through the bustling entrance, trying to draw as least attention to himself as possible.

Going to a packed bar by yourself as an idol was in no means a good idea, but Suga was having a serious writer's block that was killing him, and sometimes the best way to deal with that is to just be a normal person.

Nobody should be able to recognize him, not with the hat covering his shiny silver hair, the mask drawn up to his nose, and the simple black clothes, yet the young man could still feel the buzz of anxiety in his body, mixed with an unexplainable excitement.

Honestly, Suga could already feel some of his inspiration coming back to him just by entering the small bar, his eyes immediately scanning the dark space, the colorful lights hanging above the drinking bar, the assortment of chattering men and women sitting around long black counters and smooth round tables, or swaying lightly to the jazz music playing on the large black speakers.

Walking over to the ginger-haired barista, Yoongi asks for a bottle of soju, bowing in thanks when the woman hands over the ice-cold green bottle with a smile, and heads for one of the empty tables at the back of the bar, facing the small stage built for amateur karaoke singers and the occasional guest artist.

Sitting on the hard wooden chair, Yoongi takes a long sip of his drink, sighing with satisfaction at the burn of the alcohol in his throat, filling his stomach with the familiar warmth he was seeking.

He examines the groups of friends, probably university students celebrating the start of the weekend, talking loudly and laughing boisterously. He watches lone people like himself, nursuring glasses of alcohol to their chest, and imagines why they are here, their story. He stares at sweet couples with envy, admiring the way the man tightens his hold around his girlfriend's waist possessively, proudly telling the world who she belongs to.

The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts, and he thinks he never turned his head as fast as he did right now, his eyes catching the girl standing on the stage immediately.

She's beautiful, magnificent even, and the bar seems to quiet down significantly when she starts to sing, as if the world itself was holding its breath. She's wearing a simple black mini dress, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders, and her hair is cascading down her shoulder like a waterfall of darkness, swallowing Yoongi whole.

Her stage presence is incredible, even the way she holds the small black microphone radiating some sort of silent power, and Suga can't help but stare with awe, letting the girl's soft voice sweep him away like the wind.

It feels like everything and nothing at all, and even though the song is English and he can't understand half of the words, the melodic voice of the mystery singer is enough to make Yoongi shake with emotion, his hands grabbing the bottom of the table to steady himself.

It seems like hours, or maybe seconds, before the girl is done, her sentimental expression changing into a beautiful smile as she bows to the cheering crowd bashfully, her aura nothing like the powerful, heartbroken one from seconds before.

Yoongi can't even stop himself from getting out of his seat, his feet unconsciously making their way after the young woman, his thoughts jumbled and he doesn't even know what he's going to say to her, for God's sakes. (Maybe, "you're my muse?")

Either way, he's walking, grabbing the other's hand before he can even think of the consequences, and she's turning around, even more bright up close, like a star in a sky full of clouds, and then he's saying: "I'm Min Yoongi".

The girl is smiling now once again, and it's a kind smile, even though it seems a bit confused, and she nods her head, Yoongi's eyes following her as if in trance. "Umm… Nice to meet you, Min Yoongi. I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Somehow, even her name inspires him, and Suga can't help but break into a smile, pulling down his face mask to reveal the gummies peaking through his pink lips. "Y/L/N Y/N. It's nice to meet you, too".

Jung Hoseok:

Jung Hoseok strolls through the wide expanses of bright green grass, the white bucket hat on his head not doing much to hide the sunlight streaming through the tall oak trees in the park.

It's a nice day outside, the perfect day to take a walk around the lovely park next to the Bighit company building, and J-hope was enjoying the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun as he walks, letting his mind wander off his idol life and different responsibilities.

BTS was very busy lately, and being one of the writers and choreographers of their newest album, and an important member, J-hope could practically feel Bang PD breathing down his neck these days.

Humming softly to the song playing on the white airpods in his ears, "Make it Mine" by Jason Mraz, the brown-haired man matches his light steps to the upbeat tune, letting his eyes flutter shut when a refreshing wind brushes past him, ruffling his thin white t-shirt and loose gray knee-long pants.

A soft brush against his leg makes J-hope let out a shriek of surprise, his eyes opening at once as he jumps back, the hat on his head almost falling to the ground beneath him.

There's a small creature at the spot where Hoseok was a few moments ago, a cute white Pomeranian, tiny enough to fit in Hoseok's arms easily, looking like a female version of Yeontan.

The dog is looking at J-hope with interest, an almost confused expression on its face, like he can't imagine why the human in front of him would ever be scared of him, and J-hope lets out a sigh of relief, crouching down to the furry animal's height.

"Hey, buddy", he says with a gentle smile, running a warm hand through the dog's soft white coat, "Did I scare you? You scared me, too", he chuckles, examining the dog's well-kept appearance and light pink leather collar with a golden clasp. This dog obviously has an owner, and a good one at that.

"Where's your owner? Hmm?", Hoseok asks, raising his head to look around the mostly empty park and then back to the dog, who was still looking at him with intelligent black eyes, answering by licking the palm of J-hope's hand with his small pink tongue.

Before J-hope can check the collar, maybe look for a name or a phone number on the other side, there are footsteps approaching him quickly, and then a girl is crouching on the ground next to him, gathering the dog into her hands with mumbled apologies to J-hope and frantic kisses to her pet.

She's young, maybe a few years younger than J-hope, and a foreigner, if her appearance and accent were anything to go by. She was wearing a simple beige shirt tucked into faded mom jeans and mustard-colored sneakers, and her hair streamed down her back in dark waves, strands of it covering her face from her run a few moments ago.

"I'm so sorry", she repeats again, finally releasing the dog in her arms and turning to J-hope, her dark eyes wide with sincerity and a dark blush high on her cheeks as she bows her head multiple times, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of her.

"It's fine, really", Hoseok says with a laugh of reassurance, waving his hand to signal that he wasn't annoyed in any way. "Your dog is adorable. What's his name?"

The girl looks relieved, a deep sigh escaping her pink lips after seeing J-hope's gentle smile, and she smiles back, the shy gesture sending the young man's heart into a frenzy.

"It's a girl, actually.", she says with a grin, running a small hand through the dog's long fur, the pet purring in content at the feeling. "Her name is Bella".

"Nice name", J-hope says, blushing slightly before raising his head once again to look at the girl. "And what's yours?"

The girl seems flustered for a second, her eyes widening slightly before she smiles again, reaching her hand out towards J-hope's jittering figure. "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Breaking into a large grin at the sound of the answer, Hoseok doesn't hesitate to shake her hand back, feeling his body buzz with uncontained excitement at the feeling of girl's skin against his own. "Your name is even prettier. I'm J-hope."

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon firmly believed that the best way to reduce stress was going book shopping, no matter how much teasing it earned him from the rest of the members.

Pushing his golden-rimmed glasses up his nose, RM runs his hand across the shelf of books, enjoying the feeling of the different covers against his skin, from old leather to fresh paper, the pages making a satisfying sound when they catch on his fingers.

Namjoon loves this. The smell of the wood shelves, the soft lamps washing the room in warm lighting, the flowery armchairs waiting to be sat on, the calming silence, the centuries of history and dreams this place is filled with.

He doesn't know what he's looking for, he never does, but he always finds it in the end, and right now his body is leading him deeper and deeper into the long aisles, where the books are older and thicker, the colorful book-covers fading into hues of black and brown.

As if on their own, his eyes are drawn to a particular book, bound in a thick leather cover, the words "Candide" engraved in the material in cursive writing, barely understood from RM's spot just a few metres away.

It didn't look any different from most of the novels in this section, yet Namjoon still finds himself fastening the pace of his walk, his hand reaching out to grab the worn out book before another hand appears in front of his own, a feminine hand with long, thin fingers and manicured nails colored a soft apricot.

Namjoon retracts his hand immediately from the warm touch before looking up, his eyes wide when he sees the pretty girl in front of him, smiling sheepishly.

Her hair is dark and long, falling over her shoulder in a simple braid. She's shorter than Namjoon, petite, with a small waist and baby face, and she's wearing a simple mint t-shirt with buttons, tucked into classy white dress pants and white sneakers.

"I'm sorry", she apologies with a kind smile, bowing at Namjoon quickly, "Take it. You were here first."

Namjoon is too fascinated by the girl to even answer, and he feels his face heat up when he realizes he's been staring at her dumbly for the past few seconds.

Laughing awkwardly, the tall man runs a hand through his chocolate brown hair, not even caring if he was messing it up, before gesturing towards the young woman. "No, no, it's fine. You can have it, I was just looking."

The young woman seems confused and slightly uncomfortable, staring at Namjoon with dark calculating eyes. "Are you sure? I've read this book already, so it's not a big deal."

'She's smart, too', Namjoon thinks, his heart racing even faster with the growing feeling that this girl was special.

"Me, too", he says with a dimpled smile, "But I get you. Masterpieces need to be read more than once", he jokes, enjoying the girl's gentle laughter in the quiet space.

"Exactly", she agrees, a comfortable silence falling between them before Namjoon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Can I ask… What's your name?", he questions hesitantly, hoping the girl can't see the blush on his cheeks in the dim light of the room.

The young woman smiles, and maybe it's just his imagination, but Namjoon swears the library seems less dusty and old, as if the girl revived the tired room with her joy. "Y/L/N Y/N. And you?".

"Kim Namjoon", the older man says, reaching his hand out to shake the girl's delicate one, the electricity he felt the first time he touched her changing into something warmer, like a pool of fire in his stomach, yet just as powerful. "It's nice to meet you."

Park Jimin:

Jimin stares at the mirror of the changing room, trying to resist the urge to run a hand through his currently pink hair, already set to perfection by his hair stylist, who would very much not appreciate her hard work being ruined.

He's already wearing the clothes for their "Boy with Love" performance on the BBMA's: an elegant black suit jacket with a metal flower attached to the dash, matching dress pants, a simple white shirt, an assortment of silver jewelry on his ears and hands, and a pair of pink-tinted sunglasses to top it all off.

The only thing that was missing was his makeup, which was usually done as close as possible to the actual show, to avoid smudges and so on. In fact, the makeup artist should be here any minute now.

Jimin turns away from the mirror when he hears the sound of conversation outside his room, looking at the door curiously just as it opens and foreign girl enters the changing room, a small smile on her face.

She's pretty, Jimin notices immediately, with her petite yet curvy frame, the glossy, dark hair tied into a tight ponytail on the top of her head, the subtle makeup on her face, highlighting her delicate facial features, and her tanned skin.

She's wearing a simple black t-shirt, the kind you can find in any closet basically, tucked into ripped skinny jeans, and worn out white sneakers, yet she still looks better than Jimin feels.

"Hello, you must be Jimin-ssi.", she says in perfect Korean, bowing respectfully at the coral-haired man, who was still shocked at the fact that this beautiful foreigner is here, and knows Korean.

"I'm your new makeup artist, Y/L/N Y/N", the young woman continues, seemingly not noticing the idol's flustered state. "Should we get started?"

Jimin finally seems to get back to his senses, bowing his head lightly back at the makeup artist. His heart was still racing a hundred miles an hour, and he can't believe this girl will be mere centimeters away from his face in a few seconds.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-ssi. Feel free to start whenever you're ready.", he says softly, smiling at the girl sweetly and feeling a small smirk form on his lips when Y/N blushes lightly, her gaze flitting to the floor when Jimin stares at her for a second too long.

Y/N nods, letting Jimin sit down at the black leather chair, in front of the mirror where bright lights are facing the young man, illuminating his skin and making it easier for her to see what she is doing.

Jimin can't help but shiver when Y/N crouches beside him, her head almost touching his own, and he resists the urge to scream because her dark, warm eyes are staring at him with so much focus, and he feels as if she can see straight into his soul.

He decides not to talk to the beautiful makeup artist right now, not wanting to distract her from her work, but he's relieved at the thought that she'll be working with them the rest of the time they're in the USA, guaranteeing plenty of opportunities to talk with the girl.

Y/L/N Y/N. Jimin knows he won't forget that name.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was tired, even though no one would ever notice it. Although he usually enjoyed fansigns, their latest comeback, "ON", left him more exhausted than usual, and he hated himself for hardly being able to keep his eyes open.

Another fan passes by in a blink of an eye, squeezing his hands in her own tightly while shouting 'I love you' as she leaves, and Taehyung responds with his own wink and finger heart, making the young girl squeal, and for a second the young man forgets the exhaustion seeping through his bones, the immense love he feels for his fans overcoming all the other emotions, yet the guilt doesn't disappear.

He puts a cute flower crown on his hair, made out of an assortment of white and pink daisies, the colorful accessory looking even brighter against his curly black locks and black leather jacket.

Taehyung smiles when he hears his fans yell various compliments at the sight of him with the cute accessory, waving them hello and causing the screams to strengthen even more.

He's so busy with entertaining the fans, he doesn't even notice the girl in front of him until she's letting out a quiet 'hello', causing Taehyung to turn his head and face the young woman in front of him.

She's pretty, with a petite body tucked into a thin, tight white long-sleeved shirt and a short denim skirt, showcasing toned legs and a small waist.

Her hair is long and dark, falling to her waist in luscious waves, but the shiny curls don't look styled, as if this was her natural hair. Her eyes are big and dark, her face small and cute-looking, with a button nose and plump lips, and she's hugging BTS' newest album to her chest tightly, as if treasuring it.

It wasn't the first time Taehyung saw a beautiful fan at one of their fansigns. In fact, all of their fans looked gorgeous to him, but even when one catches his eye more than the rest, he was usually really good at hiding it, making sure to give everyone his equal attention.

But this girl, something about the look in her eyes, the way she tucks a dark strand behind her ear, the pink blush on her round cheeks, the way her hands shake when she hands the album over to Taehyung, eyes widening slightly when their fingers brush.

Taehyung was a professional, yet he finds himself smiling warmly at the girl, reaching out to her and intertwining their fingers, a feeling of euphoria rushing through his body when he feels the fan's soft skin against his own.

"Hello", he finally answers, tilting his head down slightly to try and catch the girl's eyes, which were continuously fleeting away from him. "Why are you hiding from me?"

The girl seems bewildered at the question, and Taehyung can't help but thinks it's adorable, the way her doe eyes widen slightly, pink lips opening in surprise to reveal a row of perfect white teeth, but he resists the urge to smile towards the girl, instead keeping a small pout on his face, pretending to be disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just shy", the girl mumbles then, lifting her eyes up almost forcefully to meet Taehyung's, before they fall back to their locked hands after a second, making Taehyung finally let out a deep chuckle, his acting long forgotten.

"You'll regret it later if you won't look at me now. Plus, I want to see your face, too", Taehyung explains, smiling in satisfaction when the fangirl lifts her head once again after a moment of hesitation, keeping her eyes on the idol's determinantly, despite the darkening blush on her cheeks.

"Woo-hoo", Taehyung cheers, releasing their joined hands to clap them together loudly, and the young woman laughs, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, but V can still hear the giggles escaping her mouth, sweet and melodic, and he thinks how much he'd love to hear it again.

"Now that I can see your pretty face, I should probably ask for your name.", Taehyung says with a grin, and the girl bows her head respectfully before saying, "I'm Y/L/N Y/N".

Taehyung still doesn't quite know what he's going to do, but knowing the fan's name, knowing she loves him, lights a spark of hope in his chest. "To, Y/L/N Y/N…"

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook likes practicing at 5 a.m in the morning, even if it means waking up before the sun is awake, when it's still dark outside, stumbling into the elevator of Bighit and pressing blindly on all the buttons until he reaches the right floor.

But there is also some good in working out so early in the morning. On days like this, when Jungkook was practicing for BTS' upcoming album until 3 in the morning, it's pretty pointless going back to his apartment, only to come back a few hours later. It's a lot easier to stay in the building, sleep on the comfortable blue sofa, and wake up two hours later to do his daily workout, without any disturbances.

Pushing open the opaque glass door with the palm of his hand, Jungkook muffles another yawn in the sleeve of his oversized black t-shirt. He's still wearing his sweat-filled clothes from practice, with the black Nike sneakers and gray sweatpants, but it doesn't really matter if he's going to sweat again.

His eyesight is still blurry and filled with tears of sleep-loss when he hops on the treadmill, but after a few minutes of jogging with his mind in haze, Jungkook starts to come back to his senses, the familiar adrenaline pumping in his veins.

It's when Jungkook is doing his deadlift workout routine, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining and his black long hair matted to his forehead with sweat, that the door to the gym opens suddenly, and Jungkook almost drops the weights he was holding from the surprise.

Standing in the entrance is a young woman, around Jungkook's age or maybe even younger. Judging by the black leggings she's wearing, the white crop top and the matching white sneakers, all Nike, the girl came to workout, just like the maknae of BTS.

Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, strands of it framing her small face, and her eyes are wide with shock at the sight of the young, sweaty man in front of her.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you", she says quickly, before Jungkook can even think what to say, the dark-haired man too busy admiring the girl's obvious curves and now, the honey-like sound of her voice.

"I thought the gym would be empty at this hour… I'll go now, sir.", the girl exclaims, bowing to Jungkook deeply before she's turning around, and that's when Jungkook comes back to reality, placing the weights on the ground and ignoring the screaming pain in his whole body.

"Wait, don't go.", He shouts just as the girl steps outside of the gym, and she turns around, her eyebrows raised slightly in confusion when Jungkook blushes, scratching the back of his sheepishly.

"You work here, don't you?", he inquires, relief seeping through his veins when the young woman nods, responding: "I'm actually new here. I work as one of the producers for BTS."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm Jungkook from BTS", Jungkook says, a small smile appearing at his face at the display of horror on the girl's face, "And this gym is for the use of the staff too, so…", he gestures to the vast space around vaguely, hoping he doesn't sound too hopeful when he waits for the producer to answer.

To his slight surprise, the woman steps into the room after a moment of hesitation, shouldering off her black Nike duffle bag and letting it fall to the ground. "Thank you, Jungkook-ssi", she says politely, bowing once again, a cute blush covering her cheeks like fairy dust.

Jungkook can feel himself blushing as well, the need to turn his head when he sees the young woman start to stretch overwhelming, so he clears his throat, taking a long gulp of water before saying. "It's no problem, Producer…?", his voice trails off slightly, and the woman smiles at him through the mirrors lining the walls, her bright grin and sparkly eyes forcing Jungkook to look away, his ears burning.

"Y/L/N Y/N, sir", she responds, and Jungkook hums in understanding, putting the cap back on the water bottle and examining the slight shake in his hand in distaste. So much for being a worldwide famous idol, when he couldn't even talk to a girl.

"Well… Welcome to Bighit, Y/L/N Y/N. I hope we'll be together for a long time.", Jungkook congratulates with a sincere smile. 'In more ways than one', he thinks.

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theriseofreylo80 · 5 years ago

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Stay With Me Part 2

Overview: Kylo Ren is the most powerful man in the the galaxy. You are a rouge bounty hunter looking out for themselves. You meet by chance trying to find a part for your ship. He is a supreme leader and you are outlawed. But for some reason you are the thing he needs.

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You stared into the blackness of the supreme leader's helmet and he did the same to you. He studied your helmet and moved his head slowly up and down to looking you over. You did the same but weren't as obvious, noticing the many layers he wore in the hot atmosphere and the lightsaber that was hoisted at his side.

The vendor dropped as he released his hand, he fell to the floor gasping for breath. The supreme leader didn't even offer him a second glance, his attention was on you. "It seems you have something I want." His voice crackled, his helmet must have been newer and in better condition. Compared to yours his voice came in clear as a bell.

"You can want what I have if you like but it's still mine." You clasped the earth crystal in your hand, which you held behind your back out of reach.

"Is that so." He took a step towards you and it took all your will power not to step back. "Because I always get what I want Mandolorian."

You were a little intimidated by him but under that mask he was just a mere man. You ignored the Mandolorian comment and leaned closer to him surprising him. "Well you won't get this Love."

He jerked back at the nickname you had called him. You heard what sounded like a gulp come through in the transmitter, you were confused but not for long. As soon as you said that an army of stormtroopers surrounded you, blasters aimed at your head and chest.

"Oh but I believe I will be getting what I want." He pried the crystal out of your hand and examined it a moment before handing it off to one of his commanders. "Love." His visor became clear in the light and you could have swore to see a hint of smirk behind that helmet.

You let out small chuckle and he snapped his fingers, at once a the stormtrooper behind you knocked you down to your knees. "Don't you dare mock me." He loomed over you. "You think you're so tough Mandolorian but compared to me you are nothing." He sneered. You had heard that you were worthless so many times that it didn't even phase you.

"I'm not a Mandolorian." You repeated again.

“Hm." He looked down at you with an aura of powerfulness, you're were breathing heavy and it came through your transmitter, chest heaving in anger. "You're not a Mandolorian?" He questioned and you refused to answer. One of the stormtroopers knocked the side of your helmet trying to get a response. You nearly growled at them but instead you answered.

"No I am not."

"How curious." He forcefully grabbed your helmet jerking you forward. He took in the scratches and condition of your helmet. Noticing the places where your rank had been stripped. "A Mandolorian code is that one never removes their helmet." His breathing was heavy and his helmet was so close to your own. If you tried hard enough you could make out some of his features. "But since you claim you are not one of them I guess this doesn't apply to you." Venom dripped from his words. He reached both hands out and paced them on either side of your helmet. "I'd like to see the face of my defier."

Your heart rate picked up and your thrashed against your restraints. "No please!" His hands kept themselves positioned on the side of your helmet struggling to lift up. His breathing had gotten heavier and was motivated by something darker, by curiosity to see what you looked like.

"Supreme leader." A voice cut through stopping him in his actions. "We didn't come here to deal with a Mandolorian we came for the crystal." The voice came from a guy with red hair that's shined brightly in the sunlight. He wore a general's uniform and a bored expression rested on his face, as if he always dealt with an overly dramatic leader.

For a minute more the supreme leader kept his hands on the side of your helmet trying to stare in to see your face, but your visor was designed specifically so no one could see any sort of your face. "Supreme leader." The General said again this time with more malice.

The supreme leader let out a huff of anger and got back to his feet. He let his hand run down the side of your helmet. "I will see you one day Mandolorian." His voice sounded flat but there was a hint of something else you couldn't pick up on.

"General Hux." He turned to address the redhead. "Know your place I do what I like with or without your consent." He argued with the man for a it before he began to walk back to wherever he came from. As he walked away you felt a connection of some sort. That man had just tried to unmask you and yet It felt as if your heart was being torn with every step he took. And despite yourself you spoke up. "(Y/n)."

He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around. "What?"

You knew it was stupid but the words pulled out of you as if someone was forcing them out. "That's my name. (Y/n)." The supreme leader stood rooted in place, his cape rippling in the hot desert wind. He turned to glance back but only for a second. Then he began to walk away again not even acknowledging your words with a response. General Hux shot you one last glance before following in pursuit the stormtroopers following behind him.

You picked yourself off the floor and watched them fade into the crowd. Dusting the dirt off yourself and trying to swallow a lump of emotion that had just racked through you. You turned back towards the vendor. "I'd like my money back."

"No can do (y/n)." You growled at him.

"Don't address me by my name vendor."

He shrugged and narrowed his eyes at you. "All sales are final."

“But I technically didn't even buy anything." You argued. "The supreme leader just stole it from me." You slammed your hands on his fold out table and gestured to the path where the army had gone.

"Whether you have the crystal now is none of my concern. You bought it to begin with thus our transaction is complete."

"Why you little." You lurched over the table to garb the vendor by his cloak. A nearby peace core officer saw you and motioned for you to put him down before things got ugly. You dropped him and snatched-various odd and ends of parts and slid them into your satchel.

You made your way back over to where you vehicle was parked. You kicked off on your Land Rover doing donuts and knocked into the vendors table sending his merchandise flying. People crowded in an instant trying to grab anything they could.

Sand blew past as you rode, leaving a lightly trail row here you were headed. It was nearly desolate on this planet expect for that small town and scattered huts. You wouldn't mind staying here in the company of very few if the weather wasn't so unbearable. As you approached your abandoned ship you saw a blur of something else nearby, about a couple hundred feet north of your ship.

As you got closer you saw that it was a First Order boarding ship. It was so huge that your stargazer looked like a speck of dust next to it. When you were a couple feet away you dismounted your Land Rover and scurried over to hide behind a nearby sand dune.

You peered over and saw the redhead from before standing next to the supreme leader. They were discussing plans as a hologram of a ship was displayed before them. Your helmets vision kicked in and and zoomed in to get you a closer look. The footage was fuzzy but you could still make most of it out. This hologram of the ship was a great grandchild of your stargazer, the newest model. It would have every part you needed to fix your ship and with the earth crystal your ship would never need another repair.

You bit the inside of your cheek debating over your plan. It was risky but if you could do it it would be worth it. The supreme leader quickly turned his head in your direction and you quickly ducked. You felt as if his gaze was starring into your soul behind your cover of the dune.

You looked around and saw that he was no longer there. He must have already boarded. General Hux was entering the ship with stormtroopers as the bay door began to close. You waited until they were no longer visible and threw all caution to the wind. You sprinted as fast as you could towards the ship. Just as it was closing you slid in and landed with no noise. You would have been all in the clear expect your cape snagged on the edge of the bay door. You pulled but it no use, you unhitched your cape from around you neck and left it behind. You took off in one direction unsure of where it would lead you but on a mission to get back what was rightfully yours.

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crystal-snowing · 5 years ago

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different | kim taehyung

summary: months after the incident, kim taehyung still wonders if he made the right decision.

genre: angst

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long, college apps have opened and i’m swamped trying to get those out and finish my summer assignments !! i also have carpal at the moment and it’s making it hard to type for a really long time on my phone or computer :))

part one

Kim Taehyung has made a series of bad decisions in his life, but he was pretty certain that breaking up with you had been his worst one yet. And as the sky began to darken above him and rumble in disapproval, he was pretty sure that nature agreed with him. He could remember himself walking out that door feeling as if a giant weight was lifted off of his shoulders, but as he stepped outside and was drenched in the pouring rain, he started to have some regrets. Instead of addressing them, he simply shrugged them off as guilt for leaving you alone like that, pangs of sympathy—wishing that he could do something to ease your pain. Even though he was in love with [Y/B/F/N] did not mean that he automatically stopped caring about you. The two of you had spent over a year together, living and spending time with one another—and just because he feelings seemed to have shifted, doesn’t mean that somewhere in his heart there was a part of him that still loved you.

Despite you kicking him out of the shared apartment, there were still multiple times that he attempted to reach out to you in order to get some sort of closure between the two of you. His texts began annoying you since he first started sending them to you, and there was the urge of wanting to delete and block his number. But every time your finger hovered over that button, you always hesitated before ultimately groaning in frustration and throwing your phone across your bedroom. You were a sucker, and especially when it came to him you were weak. After everything that he put you through, you couldn't find it in yourself to completely hate him.

And oh boy, have you tried.

It was only common sense, yet there was something about Kim Taehyung that made it difficult. Who was he to have this much power and control over you, to make you feel like this? You couldn’t help but scold yourself for placing this much trust and faith into a man like him, laughing at how naive and foolish you really are. Is it too much to ask to be loved? Is it too damn much to ask for just one time, the universe could let you have your way? Apparently you were being too greedy and selfish, instead doomed to live a life of perpetual heartbreak and loneliness.

Each rejection seemed to sting a bit more than the rest, and take longer for you to fully heal and move on. This time, moving along was a bit more difficult than your previous boyfriends and this was because an even bigger hiccup in your plans—which came in the form of your best friend and your newfound ex-boyfriend. In your previous relationships, [B/F/N] has stuck by your side, apologizing and helping you clean up the mess that was left behind. And yes, it did it burn. Your best friend, the one who stole the love of your life countless times—the supposed object of your hatred, helping you fix the mess that she caused. Yet, this time it was as if she was pouring a bit more salt on the wound, and a week after Taehyung and you broke up, you found them holding hands and walking around town together. And if it was even possible, you could feel your heart being stomped on and crushed into thousands of pieces.

Even then, you still couldn’t blame her, after all, just like you deserve to be happy, she deserved happiness too—even if her lover happened to be the one who you thought would be different from the rest, the one you thought could be the one. Now, it seemed like you have been isolated from the rest of the world, far away from any type of contact with the outside world. And at this point, you were certain that you were going to live out the rest of your life like this—alone and lonely.

It seemed that [/B/F/N] has overtaken every aspect of Taehyung’s life, filling the spaces that you once occupied. At first, he enjoyed the feeling. [B/F/N] was everything that he could possibly ask in a partner, and everything was just new and exciting—and for the first time in a long time, he thought that he was truly in love again. But this sense of euphoria was ephemeral, and as soon as it started, it was gone. There was something that didn’t feel right with him and the same feeling as before began rising up in his stomach, before it seemed to overtake his entire body. Everything with [B/F/N] just didn’t feel right, like there was something off when they held hands, kissed, or even the way [B/F/N] felt in his arms. It wasn’t until one day, when he was lounging around in his apartment with his current partner sleeping on his lap did a vivid memory of you come racing back to him.

The scene was practically the same, you head was in his lap, the afternoon sun shining onto your figure and making you look like an absolute angel. He could feel the softness of your hair as he ran his fingers through it, toying with it as you both took in the peaceful atmosphere. The television was playing something in the background, the murmur of it gave the room enough white noise to feel comfortable while not being too loud that it drowned out the sound of your conversation.

“You know, I think I want to marry you someday,” Taehyung breathed out, toying a strand of your hair around his finger. You couldn’t help but feel a smile overtake your lips, turning ever so slightly so that your eyes locked with his own.

“Oh, really?”

“Hear me out, babe. We have a small but stylish wedding, just our friends and family, maybe in the countryside somewhere or on the beach. Then, we’ll go anywhere you want for our honeymoon, Paris, Hawaii, Mexico—you name it, and we’ll go. And then, I can’t wait to settle down with you, have a couple kids running around and just spend the rest of our lives together, because you’re the one for me.”

Leaning in, you pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, lacing his hand with your own. He could feel his body burning with so much love and admiration for you, his heart hammering against his chest as he clutched your hand in his own.

“And you, Kim Taehyung, are my one and only.”

It had made him sick to his stomach in that moment, [B/F/N] was laying across his body, the unfamiliar scent and position made him violently ill—as he stood, running to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet. Vaguely, he could hear his lover rushing towards his side, rubbing his back and the mantra of “are you okay?” only making him feel even more sick. He yanked his body away from his lover’s grasp, closing the bathroom door in a huff, before flushing the toilet and sitting down on it—his head placed in his hands.

In that moment, he knew that he had fucked up.

There was no way that he could convince himself that [B/F/N] was you, everything was just wrong about this relationship now and he now felt completely awful about his current predicament. You had divulge everything to him, especially how your greatest fear about starting a relationship with him was the fact that he was going to leave you for your best friend, and instead of keeping his promise, he used this weakness against you and became the one person that you despise the most.

At that point, the two of you had been dating for two years and Taehyung that you were the one. You were his everything, and god, he even thought that he was going to marry you. Then it seemed like [B/F/N] had collided with him—blinding him in a moment of weakness, hypnotizing him and causing him to destroy everything the two of you had in the name of a better love. Kim Taehyung was a weak man, and it seemed like you were not the only person that could bring him to his knees. And after everything, he still had regrets.

Breaking up with his current lover was a struggle, but somehow he managed. It was obvious that there was no possible way that they could remain lovers after this, [B/F/N] obviously hurt by his actions—ultimately leaving him with some parting advice. He could still see his former lover’s figure, his/her figure turned away from him, quickly wiping away the tears that began to silently slip down his/her cheeks.

“I’m sorry for being selfish Taehyung, it was wrong of me to even think that you could love me as much as you loved [Y/N]. Go, and for both of our sakes, let’s not keep in contact.”

And he was surprised to realize how painless that truly was. Sure, it was heartless to say the least, but he realized that after the initial infatuation, he no longer felt anything for his former lover. Turning his back and throwing his shoes as fast as he could, he made his way out of the silent apartment and into the slightly cooler night air, running—sprinting his way over to your apartment. Of course he realized how late it truly was and how disgusting the weather was, the moon’s light dimmed by the amount of clouds that hung in the sky, the humidity so thick that he was practically swimming instead of running. But this was a matter that couldn’t wait until morning, and at this moment in time, he was a desperate, desperate man.

That’s how you found him, the hallway’s dim light illuminating the face that you haven’t seen in months, the one that even after all this time has haunted you. He seemed to always make it a habit, going out in the rain with nothing to protect him as his soaked clothes dripped onto your carpet. You should have just left him there, dripping in front of your apartment door, cold and miserable, then maybe he would know how you felt those many months ago. But, in more ways than one, deep down inside, you knew that you were still a sucker for this boy and a few months apart definitely would not change that. With a deep sigh, you opened the door a little wider to let him inside.

He stood there, dripping onto your carpet, with the towels that you brought him, like a lost puppy. Your apartment was dead silent, awkwardness hanging in the air as you stood in front of him, a few feet away. Wrapping the blue towel a little tighter around himself, he spoke, a sound that has haunted your dreams ever since the breakup.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, I was stupid and dumb and an idiot to see everything that was in front of me. You, [Y/N], you’re my whole life, my world and I really fucked up,” he laughed bitterly, shifting the weight on his feet as he met your eyes. “I broke my promise and destroyed every ounce of trust you had in me, and I understand why you would hate me, I understand why you wouldn’t even want me to be here, but please, I just want you to talk to me—to yell at me, call me every single name under the sun, please do something."

“You broke your promise," your voice was clear and crisp in the silence.

“I know, and I swore to you that I would be different. But I was an idiot, and I still am an idiot. I'm so fucking sorry [Y/N], I was selfish and stupid—”

Taking a deep breathe (with a shake exhale) did you finally take a step closer to him and cut him off. "It's okay Taehyung, I forgive you," but before he could speak again, you continued, "but, the answer to your question is no."

One of his perfectly arched eyebrows were raised on his forehead, his perfect lips making a slight ‘o’-shape as he opened his mouth to speak, yet you beat him to it.

“It’s over Taehyung, and I think it’s best for both of us if we both go on our separate ways and move on,” there was no malice in your voice or in fact any emotion at all. Instead, you were telling him what he needed to hear—the truth. Any possible future between the two of you was over the minute that he told you he loved [B/F/N], and rekindling something like this would only reopen old wounds. And deep down, he knew that he blew it, that this was the end and there was nothing that he could do to change your mind.

“I still love you,” his voice was barely above a whisper, as he placed the towels gently on the floor and looked at your face for a final time, studying it and attempting to commit every little detail down to memory.

“I know.”

And with the final click of the door, his shadow turning down the hallway, your apartment was as quiet and still.

#bts #bts imagines #kim taehyung #kim taehyung imagines #bts kim taehyung #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kim taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung x reader #my writing

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neutralonketchup · 6 years ago

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all of them. every single one

sweet and pure asks

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

not really. I believe that people can be very similar and naturally complimentary to one another but I believe too much in people’s ability to change and not enough in fate to believe in soul mates. also I think its restricting to think that there’s one perfect person out there for you and that each person you meet could be them so you Better Not Lose Them. so yeah tl;dr No

💌- diary or journal?

Journal

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Most recently Llewyn Davis which isn’t a good thing but more generally probably any iteration of Peter Parker

💕- are you crushing on someone?

Nope, and i haven’t been for an Almost Concerning amount of time

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

The rain, simply because you can feasibly see whats goin on

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

😴👻🍂☔️🧙🏼‍♂️

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

Not a specific memory but more a Genre of memory: summers as a like 10-13 year old, having absolutely no responsibilities or obligations, waking up to a cool breeze blowing through the window and knowing that the day is entirely truly yours. It was the most relaxing state of being and I doubt I’ll ever feel that again. More recently a few days ago me n a buncha my friends sat down and played Minecraft on a LAN server for like 7 straight hours and it’s honestly the most fun I can remember having in a long time

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

I really like lavender, but also white roses are beautiful in how delicate and pure they are, and cherry blossoms will never not take my breath away

💖- have you ever been in love?

I honestly don’t know. Possibly? The trouble with love is I don’t know if you ever know you’re in it until you’re in it.

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

Vanilla

🍯- describe your favorite smell

The smell carried by the wind on a grey, blustery, intermittently stormy fall day. The kind of day where the only sunshine you see comes down in rays through distant breaks in the clouds and when you step outside the smell of wet leaves and winter on the way fills you with a Sense Of Power.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

1. To constantly have enough money for whatever I wanted to spend it on

2. To make everyone in the world respect the Human Rights Of eachother

3. Shape-shifting

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

Cookie dough

☕- coffee or tea?

Tea, black with cream and 3 sugars

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

The sea. I’ve always thought since I was a little kid that if I could live underwater I’d be the most comfortable I’d Ever Be

🍂- what’s your middle name?

Robert

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

Libra (which is why these are all paragraphs explaining my indecisiveness), Capricorn, and Leo

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Curl up next to a window and read or play video games or watch a movie or do something to recharge in proximity to the storm

🍭- how tall are you?

6’ 2”

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Oh gosh most of the shows I watch take place in worlds that’d Kill Me, and that includes Galavant but imma still say Galavant cuz Swords + Singing + Dumb Comedy is an ideal way to live. Runner up is the X-files cuz I’d die but I’d die in an atmospherically pleasing way and that’s all I need.

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

Halloween. No contest. There’s candy, a fun spooky atmosphere, good weather, and absolutely no obligation to travel home and see family

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

I’ve got one right now that’s called Waterfall I think that is perfect in a way I think scented candles should be which is that it makes the room smell imperceptibly good. You don’t consciously notice when it’s lit but the room smells subtly Better

🎶- favorite song right now?

Movement by Hozier

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

The number one way is humor but I don’t mean that in a Tell Jokes kinda way I mean like you gotta be able to pick up on and run with bits with me and be able to have a back and forth so I guess it’s more creativity in general than just humor but like if you take a joke I make and run with it and send it right back my heart melts, like all my friends are So Funny I love them so much. Other than that kindness and a gentle nature because that means you’re a person I can easily be around and on top of that passion. For whatever. I know people who are super into Silent Film and Flags and Irish Poetry and all sorts of other stuff that I’m not particularly into myself but I love hearing about it because they’re all so passionate about it and they make it interesting with their own interests and Yeah

🍩- current mood?

Weirdly Alive which is strange because I’ve been sleepwalking through life for almost 6 months now

❄️- what is your favorite season?

Fall and nothing else comes close. It’s magical.

💍- your current relationship status?

Single and Staying That Way

📷- a photo of yourself

Here’s one from tonight

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

I mean on the level that everyone does cuz doing things for yourself sucks but tbh I can’t stand it because I can’t accept people going out of their way for me

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

1) Pacing. I do it constantly, to the point where it makes others uncomfortable

2) Whistling. It’s my brains autopilot function and probably really annoying for those around me

3) Drumming on things with my fingers

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

Honestly Not Well. I don’t think a lot of myself. Like I think I’m smart and decently funny and like kinda attractive but I have no motivation and no marketable skills and no confidence. So basically as someone who is kinda Lost currently

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

From what I’ve gathered, better than I do myself. People seem to think I’m funny and like a good dude to be around. But at the same time I think I’m pulled in so many different directions in my life that I’m not Overly Close with too many people so I don’t think a lot of people think they can come to me with stuff which is sad but something I’m trying to change. Also people come onto me a lot so potentially I’m Hot? Needs more research

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

Well things I find attractive universally are humor, a nice smile, contagious laughter, intelligence, confidence, passion, and sorta grunge-y, indie clothes. I really like glasses. And I’m a big fan of tall lanky scruffy dudes, which I think calls for some introspection on my part as to my Image but that’s a whole different issue

🍓- one secret about yourself

I cried for 2 hours straight after watching Honey I Shrunk The Kids at age 7

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

Prolly really dumb. I haven’t had one (that I’ve been consciously aware of at least) for a while but I like go outta my way to talk to them and talk about them and do shit specifically to impress them and all that kinda fun stuff

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

I’m not Emotionally Prepared to be in a relationship at this stage in my life, I’m not happy when I’m committed like that, so my last couple have been because of my own unhappiness and uncertainty

💬- what your last text message says?

My last message sent to someone was over Snapchat and was just “it’s a concern” but my latest actual Text Message was “That is understandable and I will now be turning myself in to campus police”

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

I’m currently avoiding TV shows because if I start one I’ll HAVE to finish it asap and I can’t handle that kinda restriction on what I can watch (I’ll get around to it) but the most recent one I binged was The Haunting Of Hill House which is phenomenal please watch it

⛅- what is your morning routine?

Wake up, turn off my alarm, wake up again approximately 3-5 minutes before the start of my first class, sit up slowly cursing heavily, pull on the same pants from last night cuz my belt and wallet are still in them, throw on a sweater, brush my teeth/deodorize, put on walking music, walk to class and prepare an excuse

💗- who do you miss?

Currently not any one person specifically but most of my Theatre Friends have been Super Busy with a show for the past like 2 months straight so I haven’t seen any of them outside of class and I really miss them but the show has Ended so I’ll be seeing them more now

🥀- last time you cried?

Last week my friend asked me if I’d removed a box of old dumplings from my car that’d been there since mid January (I had not) and I burst into tears

🎁- when is your birthday?

September 29 1998

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

Probably the time me n my friends drove out to a Haunted Bridge in the middle of the night to “find a ghost” and we didn’t find anything but i was terrified the whole time anyways. Also the time I thought someone had broken into my home over the summer and had to Sweep and Clear with a meat cleaver

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

Close to my age, which might change as I get older and age starts to matter less but right now it’s a big deciding factor in Shared Life Experience

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maple-leafing · 7 years ago

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The Aftermath (Sidney Crosby x Reader)

Request: I don’t know if you’re taking requests or not but can you please write a Sidney Crosby imagine that’s sort of a spin off to the blurb you just published about him?? Like maybe it’s set months later and they run into each other?

Player: Sidney Crosby

Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

Word Count: 1926 (Hopefully long enough to make up for inactivity)

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to the players that I am writing for and everything is purely fictional. None of the gifs I use are my own.

A/n: Sorry it’s been so long, but I posted, as promised!! Also I apologize for any mistakes, I’m super tired and currently half asleep. Let me know if you want a part two. I think there’s some unfinished business that needs to be sorted! ❤️

***Based off of this blurb***

It’d been a year since Sidney Crosby had broken up with you in March 2017. Now he was a three time Stanley cup champion heading on his way to a possible fourth. A possible three peat.

You’d gotten a job down in Philadelphia working for the flyers as one of the head physiotherapists. If Sid knew, he probably would have freaked. When they offered you the job a couple weeks before your break up, you weren’t going to take it. But with Sid out of your life, you had nobody holding you back. You were prepared to give up your dream job for him, but he wasn’t prepared to commit to you.

“I loved you.” He said. “Past tense.”

You couldn’t believe his words. “So we’re over then?”

“Yeah.” He spoke. “We’re over.”

You ran that scene through your mind a multitude of times. Whenever you missed him you thought about how he’d fallen out of love with you. Maybe it was better that he broke things off. Yes, you loved him with all of your being. You were in love with him and maybe you still might be, but it might have been better that he told you, sooner, rather than later.

The Flyers and the Penguins were meeting up once again in the playoffs, the series being led by your ex’s team 2-1. So far you’d managed not to run into him, dodging him any chance you got. You’d seen him around the PPG Paints arena a couple of times, but completely avoided him when the boys came home for game 3.

You remembered game 3 of the 2015-16 playoffs first round when Sidney had won his second cup and the first of his back to back victories. You were happy then, the happiest you’d ever been. The win after game 3 against the rangers in New York had been a particularly good night. It was the first time Sidney had told you that he loved you.

He didn’t know if it was the elation from winning, or the New York atmosphere, but he couldn’t help but scream how much he loved you. As you stood on the balcony of the hotel room you’d been staying at, Sidney right next to you, he surprised you by letting out a yell of your name.

“I love you.” He took a breath to yell even louder. “I love you (Y/n) (L/n).”

Shocked, you let out a breath of happiness and relief. “You love me huh?”

“And I want the whole damn world to know it.”

Just knowing he was so close brought memories back that you had hidden away for the past year, memories you didn’t want to remember. Sid was the love of your life and you didn’t think you’d ever find anyone that could compare to the way your heart lit on fire when you were around him. The world stopped and your senses reached a new high, everything feeling like you were experiencing it for the first time. His love was like magic, and yet, you didn’t want to remember.

You heard a knock on your office door that snapped you out of the trance you’d been in. You hadn’t realized how close you’d actually been to crying. “Hey doc, you alright?” Doc, you smiled slightly at the use of the nickname the young kids on the team had given you.

Looking up, you saw Nolan staring straight at you. “Mmm, I’m fine Nolan. Is there something you need me to check out before game 4?” You asked quietly, trying to change the subject.

“Not really, I just wanted to see how you were doing. You weren’t at practice this morning.” You swallowed nervously dropping your eye contact with the young flyer. You’d avoided going because of the shared ice time with the players on the Penguins, due to the time slot being ‘optional.’ It didn’t matter whether it was optional or not, you knew Sidney would have been there, taking the time to improve his game and catch up with some of the guys he didn’t get to see as often due to them being in Philly, and you just weren’t ready for that.

“I was, uh, I was just feeling a little under the weather.” You replied, putting a smile onto your face. “Everything is fine now Nolan. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Oh I know I don’t have to worry,” he smiled cheekily, “but as one of my favourite people on this planet, it is my job to worry about you.” He’d had a point. Since the beginning of the season, what with both of you being new to the organization, he’d become like the little brother you never knew you needed.

“Does this have anything to do with seeing Crosby again?” You watched as his blue eyes twinkled in amusement, the smirk on his face growing more cheeky by the second.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m over him.” You lied. “I may be about the only person on the planet who doesn’t want to talk to the all and powerful Sidney Crosby, but honestly, seeing him is about the last thing I want to do right now.”

“You are so not over him.” Nolan teased. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re still in love with him.” You knew he was only teasing, but his words resonated with you. All of them were true: you were still deeply and madly in love with Sidney Crosby.

Your conversation with Nolan ended on that note as duty called. The game was less than 2 hours away and he needed to be ready. This left you without work for the next chunk of time so you began to meander through the restricted halls of the Wells Fargo Centre. Your mind kept going back to all the times you spent with Sid. It was like him being so close to you was forcing you to try and remember all that you were missing. It was if your mind was forcing you to suffer through the pain you avoided confronting for the past year, as if you were subconsciously preparing yourself for seeing him again. You had no clue what that would do to you. Would you break down? Would you stand bravely and act as if nothing had happened, as if you were okay? Would you be able to control yourself?

As these questions whirrled around in your head, you hadn’t quite realized where you’d wandered off to. Your head was down, eyes peeled on the floor where your shoes could be seen. You paused, dazed and looked up only for a spilt second. Bumping into someone, you suddenly found yourself on the ground, apologizing profusely for coming into contact with the mystery person.

“I’m so sorry.” The man spoke in a rushed tone as he reached his hand towards yours to lift you up.

“No no, it’s alright.” You said as you regained your balance on your feet. “I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going. My mind was else where.” You smiled still not having recognized the broad shouldered stranger.

“I know what you mean,” he laughed, “happens to me all the time when I prepare for games. Have to get in my own head space you know?” That laugh was what set off the ticking time bomb in your mind. Phil Kessel. Now that you got a good look at him, under the lighting of the poorly lit hallway, you knew it was him.

Of course Phil knew who you were, having been around him almost everyday for over a year. You’d been with Sid longer than Phil had been in Pittsburgh but that didn’t seem to matter at the moment. You’d also known Phil from his days playing in Toronto, bumping into him when you were home visiting family. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t recognize you.

“(Y/n)?” His eyes widened as you ducked your head down. You gave him a sheepish smile confirming his suspicions.

“Hi Phil.” You waved, your tone small and quiet. Phil could tell you were uncomfortable based on the body language you were giving him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked giving you a reassuring smile. “It’s been a long time. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just want to talk a bit, that’s all.”

“Um, actually, I work here. I have been for the past year.” You watched as his brows raised in surprise.

“Does Sid know about this?” He asked, his voice barley above a whisper.

“No.” You spoke back, “and I’d really like to keep it that way. He’d try to tell me that I couldn’t work here just because I used to date him, that’d it’d hurt his reputation in some way. I’m sorry,” you paused, “but he broke up with me and I’m not just about to give up my dream job because he wants to throw a temper tantrum.”

Phil smiled happily, his grin widening on his jolly face. “I wasn’t going to say a word.” His eyes crinkled slightly as he talked. “You know, I’ve really missed having you around, the whole team has, especially him. I know he really regrets ever letting you go.”

“Then why’d he do it?” You questioned, suddenly piqued by his comment.

“Because he didn’t want you waiting on him hand and foot, living a life where it seems that hockey would always come first.” Phil’s lips met in a straight line. “I just think he didn’t want you giving up your life waiting for him so that you could start a life together. You were always more important to him than hockey, and that’s part of the reason why he couldn’t let you stay.”

You turned as you heard a voice call out Phil’s name. “Anyway, I gotta go (Y/n/n). Can we maybe talk later?”

You nodded as he turned to walk away from you. “Hey Kessel,” you called, “I missed you too.”

“That’s cheating!” Phil whined as you scored against him for the eighth time. “No one is allowed to beat me at air hockey.”

“Sorry Kes. Guess I must just have your number tonight.” You gave him a smirk and your famous puppy dog eyes. “Besides, how could you resist giving me what I want?”

“I know I couldn’t.” You giggled as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his lips on your neck, nudging his head into your hair.

“Oh stop being so disgusting and go get a damn room Crosby.” Phil pouted mockingly as Sidney continued to give what felt like an endless amount of PDA.

Standing back in your office, your mind was snapped back to attention by the sudden ring of your cellphone. Pulling it out, a number and I name you hadn’t called in over a year appeared on your screen. You contemplated not answering it. Pressing the button that says, ‘remind me later,’ you lowered your phone down, your hands shaking slightly.

Your phone went off again, the rings only sounding louder and louder, the name Sidney Crosby making the screen look even brighter than you knew possible. You didn’t answer it for a second time.

By the fourth call, you finally had it in you to swipe the screen to answer the call. You didn’t speak, waiting for the man on the other line to say something first. “Hey.” His voice sent chills down your spine. Did Phil tell him? Did he know that you were here? The next words that came out of his mouth, confirmed at least one of the two questions that ran through your jumbled mind.

“We need to talk.”

#nhl imagines #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey fanfiction

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trashmenofmarvel · 7 years ago

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Homeward, Part 9

Pairings: Ward x friend!Reader, Danny x friend!Reader

Prompt: Reader is an abusive relationship with a member of the Hand and seeks out her childhood friends for help. (prompt by @rune-of-a-writer)

Warnings: Swearing, Implicit Domestic Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 1,869

AO3

Master List

Danny sat in the backseat with you on the drive back. His arm was no longer around you, but he sat close, his thigh touching yours. It was a small amount of comfort as you stared out the window. It was soothing to watch the cars and people flash by, a mix of colors and fragments of time. Their lives that had nothing to do with yours. Your nightmarish existence was unknown to them. It was small. Insignificant. And oddly reassuring. No one cared what had just happened to you. They had their own problems to deal with. It put things in perspective.

At least, that’s what you told yourself. What had happened wasn’t a big deal. It was over. The distance between you and your old life was growing with every passing second. Josh couldn’t hurt you again, and the sooner you put him out of the mind, the easier things would be.

The throbbing ache on the back of your skull made that difficult to believe.

You knew Danny kept looking at you with a worried expression on his face; you could see his reflection in the tinted window. Ward remained silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel with more force than necessary, his knuckles white with tension. The atmosphere was uncomfortable for everyone, but you didn’t know what to do other than to mentally retreat deeper and deeper, trying to let the events of the last half hour slide over and past you like a current of water.

Ward didn’t drive the company vehicle back to Rand headquarters. Instead, he drove straight to Danny’s building, stopping in the drop-off/loading zone. The security guards at the door began to come forward as the vehicle stopped, but as soon as Ward turned off the car and exited the vehicle, they immediately backed off. They must have recognized him, or maybe saw the company plates. You didn’t know. You were just trying your hardest not to think.

“Hey,” Danny spoke softly, and you pulled your gaze from the dark window to finally look at him. That soft, puppy expression was there, and it was hard to imagine he was the same man who had shoved Josh against the doorframe, fingers digging into his throat as he growled threats of harm.

“I’m fine,” you responded before he could even ask, and his open mouth closed with an unhappy frown.

You turned your head as the back hatch opened, and Ward’s tall lanky frame filled the opening as he began to pull out the suitcases.

“What are you doing?” you asked, blinking owlishly at him. The question caused him to draw an eyebrow upward.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You should leave them in the car,” you responded dully as he looked at you more closely. “I’m not staying long.”

“What?” Danny looked even unhappier now, and slightly confused, and you clarified:

“I have my phone. And my wallet.” Danny continued to stare at you, uncomprehending, and you sighed. “I’m going to see if there are any vacancies at the edge of the city. I can afford a week, maybe more, if it’s a cheap hotel. If not, I can find something in Newark—”

Ward made an amused sort of noise, practically a snort, and lifted the two suitcases and pulled them from the vehicle.

“Ward!” you called, annoyance finally bringing some life back into your voice as he walked away, carrying the luggage to the front entrance of Danny’s building.

You turned to Danny, but any hopes of him backing you up vanished as you saw the earnest look in his eyes.

“(Y/N), I can’t in good conscience allow you to waste what little money you have when I have more than enough room. You can stay as long or as little as you like,” he interjected when you opened your mouth to protest. “You can leave whenever you want, and I won’t stop you. But you are always welcome here. You know that, right?”

“I… I know,” you responded dully, your shoulders drooping with guilt and exhaustion.

“So… please, stay? Until you get back on your feet, at least. Please?”

You searched his face, trying to find the words that would allow you to free your friends of the burden that was your presence. But Danny’s soulful blue eyes made the task damn-near impossible.

“Danny… I… I can’t ask this of you…”

“I know,” he said with a soft tone and an even softer smile. “That’s why I’m offering. You don’t have to ask. Just… please. Say yes?”

You observed his bright blue eyes, torn between the urge to run far away, and the desire to stay and not have to suffer. Alone.

You chose the selfish option.

“Okay,” you relented slowly, feeling the air and the resistance go out of you. You expected a bright, happy-go-lucky from Danny at your concession. Instead, there was a touch of sadness to his smile as he responded.

“You’re going to be okay, (Y/N).” He took your hand, squeezing it to reassure you. All it did was cause an echo of pain in your chest. “All storms, no matter how terrible, have to end at some point. They just have to be weathered before the sunlight can reach us.”

“Thanks, Danny,” you responded with your voice barely above a whisper, wondering what you had done to deserve such kindness. Danny gave you another reassuring smile, a squeeze of your hands, before letting go.

Transporting your stuff to Danny’s apartment had only taken one trip; Danny with the duffle bag and you with your backpack. Ward had already put the suitcases next to the bed, apparently confident Danny would be able to convince you to stay. Maybe he knew you better than you thought. Or maybe he just understood the uncanny powers of persuasion that Danny’s puppy-dog look could have. Most likely the latter.

When Danny had asked what you wanted for lunch, you had merely shaken your head and avoided eye contact with either of them as you stated, “I’m actually pretty tired. Do you mind if I rest for a while?”

Danny and Ward had exchanged a quick glance, something you noticed they did quite often, and Danny made his best attempt at a carefree smile as he turned back to you and said, “Of course not. Get some sleep.”

He didn’t hide his feelings very well. Ward was much better at that, his jaw set into a neutral position as his expression remained blank. But you knew neither of them were happy with your purposeful intention of avoiding them.

Lunch involved sitting down. Together. Where no doubt, Danny with his best intentions would try to talk about what happened. You knew they only wanted to help; to ease the burden you carried on your shoulders, hidden to the world but now revealed to your friends in startling clarity.

And you were not ready to have that discussion. Not yet, anyway.

“Thank you,” you responded with a flimsy smile, once again avoiding eye contact as you walked past Ward to the bedroom. He didn’t try to stop you, and some of the pressure that had been building in your chest eased up as you gently shut the door behind you.

You knew Danny had meant what he said, that you could stay as long as you wanted. But you couldn’t take advantage of him – not after he had done so much to help you already. So you got out your phone in preparation to search for the nearest cheap hotel you could find but then realized your cell signal was dead. Furrowing your brows, you opened up the Wi-Fi channels to see what was available.

There was a long list of them available from nearby routers, but one made the corner of your lip twitch. A channel named “Tranquility” was near the top of the list, and somehow, you knew that was Danny’s.

Phone in hand, you turned and opened the door, preparing to find Danny to ask him for the password. You stopped in the hallway when you heard a voice. Ward’s, speaking in a hushed, serious tone.

“Danny, don’t.”

“But I’m worried about her.”

“She will come out when she’s ready. Not a second sooner.”

“But…” You could hear Danny make a distraught noise. “What if she needs us with her? Especially after what that piece of shit scumbag just did?”

You were startled by Danny’s venomous tone. You knew he was concerned for your situation, but did he feel that strongly about it?

Another noise, this time Ward sighing through his nose. It was amazing how quickly you were beginning to notice Danny’s and Ward’s quirks and habits, and could interpret what they meant.

“What she needs right now, is some space.” Danny sounded like he was going to protest, but Ward interrupted him. “She just had her dignity robbed from her. Right in front of us. You don’t think she might want a little time to herself after that?”

“All the more reason why we should be in there, reassuring her, and—“

“You’re not listening, Danny,” Ward responded with frustration bleeding into his voice. “How do you think I would have reacted if you had walked in during one of the many times Harold beat me? Hmm?”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you covered your mouth to keep the noise from escaping. Ward’s dad… had done what to him?

“Do you think I would have welcomed your intervention with open arms? Or would I have been horrified that another person had just… witnessed my shame?” Ward’s voice slightly cracked at the end, causing you physical pain in your chest.

“Ward… that wasn’t your fault…”

“I’ll tell you how I would have reacted, Danny,” Ward continued, ignoring Danny’s attempt at comfort. “Like you were a hostile intruder, shining a light the deepest, darkest corners of my life. I wouldn’t have been grateful. I would have been furious. I might even have hated you.”

There was a tense silence that lasted several seconds, before Danny quietly asked, “Does she? Hate me?”

Ward scoffed and in a tired voice stated, “No, Danny. She doesn’t hate you. I said that’s what I would have done, and I’m a goddamn asshole. She… (Y/N) is a much better person than I am.” Ward paused for a moment, and added softly, “If she is reserving hatred for anyone in this situation, it’s for herself. Not you. Not me. Not even that literal piece of human garbage. She’s going to blame herself for this. I can promise you that.”

You couldn’t listen anymore. Not a moment longer. Judging by the way your hands were shaking, you had heard too much already. So you turned around, walked back into Danny’s bedroom, and quietly closed the door behind you.

Leaning against its hard surface, you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. There was a lump in your throat, and your eyes started to burn, but you refused to let any tears escape. Instead, you retreated to Danny’s King-sized bed, crawled beneath the giant comforter, and curled into a ball as you shut out the rest of the world.

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wanda-the-weenie · 8 years ago

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I hope so (Calum Hood blurb)

This is a continuation of Confessions, but should make sense even if you haven’t read it. I’m new to writing stuff with 5sos, so reading this would be really lovely! :)

It had been weeks since you and Calum last spoke. You had gone from gentle joshing and exchanging of crude jokes, to awkward shuffling and stammering when in the other’s vicinity. You knew you were being foolish and only making the situation worse by avoiding the ten ton elephant in the room. But as soon as Calum even briefly flashed his whiskey colored eyes in your direction, you felt yourself melt into a blubbering, sputtering mess - incapable of forming even one intelligible thought. Whenever you saw him, your thoughts immediately returned to that one night, when Calum had almost - just almost - kissed you. Literally, his lips were hovering less than a centimeter above yours - threatening to brush against yours and be defined as an actual kiss. Instead, he caught himself - maybe realizing the gravity in his actions, and chastely pressed a long peck on your forehead. Then he rushed out, possibly regretting everything he’d done, or actually coming to his senses and realizing that he was kissing you: his friend, the person he made “that’s what she said” jokes with, his main competitor in frivolous debates about tv shows and band rivalries.

You tried not to think about. Literally, you did everything in your power to distract yourself from this situation. Because if you thought about it, then you were bound to end up doing something impulsive and reckless as a result. So, instead, you played video games, exchanged bad puns with Ashton, talked to other friends, dyed Michael’s hair various colors, and, today, put makeup on the boys.

You’re not quite sure who suggested the whole glam rock idea for 5sos’s latest music video. Maybe Ashton. Sounds like something he’d do. Either way, it involved various gravity defying wigs, glittering knee-high boots, and lots of makeup - something that the boys were all terrible at. Typically, some sort of experienced cosmetic specialist would deal with that sort of thing. But it was decided that the boys should have an “authentic, imperfect” look by doing their own makeup. Of course, no one really understood just how inexperienced the boys were with cosmetics. The first time Ashton had attempted to do his eyeliner, he exited the dressing room looking like a sleep deprived panda. Michael somehow inflamed his left eye due to a mishap with finishing spray. Luke had stained several expensive leather pants with lipstick and nail polish spills. Secretly, you ended up doing all of their looks - ensuring that it was just imperfect enough to believably be done by the boys. You had gone through them one by one. Each of them entering the dressing room, intending to try their best with the various blushes and glosses, only to find you ready and waiting with brushes in hand. You had finished three out of four, Calum being the only one left untouched.

You were sitting on the dressing room floor, hair undone and shoes off - hours of being an unpaid cosmetics applier having exhausted you. The lights had a dim, golden tint to it, making the the atmosphere calm and relaxing - almost sultry, and music played softly in the back from a some small speakers. You were beginning to clean up the scattered brushes and eyeshadow palettes when the door was opened, a garish light flooding the room. Before your head even turned, Calum’s unmistakable stuttering was heard and he quickly attempted to scuttle off. But, showing a startling impulsiveness, you blurted out, “Calum, wait!” The door opened up slightly, and Calum peaked his head out.

“Are you here for your makeup?”

“It’s ok, (y/n). I can try and do it...myself.” He said, voice trailing off once he realized how daunting of a task he was getting himself into.

“No, it’s ok.” You calmly stated, doing your best to contain the quiver of your voice. “I can do your makeup.”

Gingerly, Calum entered, closing the door behind him, and lowering down to the ground to sit before you - accidentally putting to much distance between you both. It was clear that you and him had no idea why you agreed to this, seeing as no real closure had been achieved since your intense encounter a few weeks ago. And, in all honesty, you didn’t know why you were showing such abrupt bravery towards him. Unsurprisingly, your knees were growing weak and your fingers began to tremble. But you were determined to do this boy’s makeup. To repair the distance between you both. To regain your friend. So, with such perseverance, you fearlessly scooted towards Calum - silver eyeshadow palette in hand.

Minutes passed as you brushed metallic powder on his half-shut lids, an awkward silence slowly drowning the two of you. With the other boys, there was laughing, small squeaks of pain, playful scolding, poor attempts to sing along with the radio. Now, all that filled the dimly light dressing room was the quiet singing of Mazzy Star - which only added to the romantic mood that you were so desperately trying not to portray. At least you weren’t making eye contact though. Thank god for that. You’d probably spontaneously combust if you were. Instead, beneath his now shimmering, heavy lidded eyes, he was intently focused on a corner of carpet that was to the far left of you. And you were making sure to look at his lids, but not his eyes. Never his eyes. Though your gaze did wander occasionally, enjoying the mess of curls on his head, the darkness of his eyebrows, the heaviness of his eye lashes. But you were always sure not to lose your focus for too long.

Blush was a cinche. Quick, easy strokes of gaudy color. Only a few, fleeting glances were shared. Then come the lipstick. You both shivered slightly when the black tube was pulled out. But you were determined to do this. Uncapping the thing, you began to coat his lips - intently focused on the plump flesh being painted in color. And you could feel it. You could feel his gaze on you now. God, that ass. Didn’t he know you were literally seconds from fainting. How dare he look at you with such a heavy, sappy, even loving gaze. You were almost impatient with the task, desperate to escape his staring, the allure of his lips, the vicinity of his defined jaw line. However, once finished, you realized that applying lipstick actually wasn’t the worst part. Now, it was time for eyeliner.

He was ready to meet your gaze. Amber eyes waiting for yours. You froze at their appearance, possibly going numb for a brief second, before shaking it off and uncapping the liquid liner. Now, you needed conversation. Literally, anything. It could even be about the weather. You just had to fill the silence.

“So, uh, who came up with the idea for this music video?”

“Ashton.”

“Of course.” You both said in unision, smiles being suppressed right after.

“How do you, um, feel about this?” “About what?”

“The music video!” You quickly blurted before laughing nervously. “What else would I be...asking..about?”

Calum’s eyes, shamelessly, locked onto yours as he let out a frustrated sigh. He was disappointed. Disappointed in you. And determined to let you know that. In a much louder, assured tone, he staunchly said, “How about the fact that I kissed you?”

“Almost…” You whispered.

“Almost what?”

“Almost...kissed me. It wasn’t on the lips…”

“Oh my god - whatever, (y/n)! I almost kissed you!” Calum snapped, throwing his hands into the air. “It happened and you’re clearly uncomfortable. So stop this whole timid, fearful thing and talk to me or, you know, suck it up.”

“I’m the one being timid and fearful!?” You squawked, instantaneously flaring up at his accusation. “You’re the one who’d literally avoid rooms I was in!” “Only because you’d turn bright red if I came in!” He countered. “Well that’s because you wouldn’t make eye contact with me - ever!” “How can I make eye contact with you when you’re always looking at your shoes!?” “Well, maybe I wouldn’t be looking at my shoes if you weren’t always looking so...uncomfortable and silent and weird!” “I wouldn’t be acting weird if you weren’t acting weird!” “I wouldn’t be acting weird if you had had just talked to me!” The room briefly fell silent after that comment. “Remember, Calum? How, literally, right after you kissed me - sorry, almost kissed me - I said ‘wait, we have to talk about this’ and you left? And then, over the weekend, I texted you? Multiple times?” “Two times.” He muttered.

“Yes! Two times. It should’ve only been once though. You could’ve responded. You could’ve said anything.”

“Ok. I am sorry for that.”

“I’d hope so.” You huffed, surprised by how upset you actually felt over his silence that awful weekend so long ago. You didn’t even realize how much tension and stress and anger was festering deep down within you, rising up the more your problem was confronted. And it actually felt kinda good to face the issue. Granted, in a painful sort of way. Like an ice pack on a sunburn. A searing, refreshing sensation. But, still, good.

“So…” You began, voice now much more gentle. “What...happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess, what ‘compelled’ you to kiss me?”

“Ok, it’s kinda obvious.” Calum stated. You were reminded that you actually had to finish his makeup, and resumed outlining his eyes - this time not fearing any staring or anything.

“What is?”

“Ok, (y/n), why do you think I kissed you?” “I dunno. A spur of the moment thing, maybe? Curiousity?”

“You’ve never felt any hints of attraction between us?”

“I…-wait, what?”

“I kissed you because - shocker - I’m attracted to you.” Calum was met only with silence as you intently tried to comprehend what he was saying - clearly confused over what this all meant. “Why is this is such a baffling concept, dude?”

“Because...I dunno! Because you always go for like athletic chicks. And models. And, I mean, I’m pretty. Like, I certainly don’t think I’m butt ugly or anything. But, I just...I guess I was always so focused on Luke that I never…”

“Yeah, you really were.” Calum candidly said. You were zoning out, a frantic panic clearly going on in your head - trying to recall all unnoticed moments that hinted at a possible attraction between the two of you. Briefly, you flashed to reality - recalling, again, that Calum was due to film soon and you had to do this eye liner. You returned to the activity, your mind still wandering. Calum’s voice reappeared, much softer now though. Much gentler. As if trying to coax you. “And this attraction...it’s not….just physical. Like, there certainly is that aspect. Definitely. But it formed much more gradually and the more I got to know you. It wasn’t just instantaneous. And, this might sound horrible, but these feelings totally shocked me as well.”

“That does sound horrible…” You whispered numbly.

“I don’t mean like I was disgusted by them or something. Well, I guess I did try to deny them…” “Why would you deny them?!” “I was doing that more when we weren’t friends.” “Wait, you’ve had these feelings even before we weren’t friends? When we were, like, enemies?”

“We weren’t enemies…” “We hated each other, Calum! You were my ultimate rival - at least I thought you were…” You said, faking offense. It was amazing how your interactions with Calum would end up. At first, you two were incapable of eye contact - fearing the other’s gaze. Now you were joking around and candidly talking about his feelings, the mood having shifted from tense to more relaxed and honest.

“Honestly, I think I was so mean because of jealousy. Because you liked Luke.” You froze up slightly, Calum catching this. Quickly, he muttered. “Sorry, because you like Luke.”

“Yeah, that’s what confused me about this whole situation. You knew I liked Luke, but still kissed me.”

“Yeah, that was stupid of me. Really stupid. So I guess it was a spur of the moment thing. But, the feelings have been around for longer than that. And I know that this information might only complicate things. Prevent what I did from being just a stupid mistake rather than something I was waiting to do for months-”

“-Months!?” You gasped, nearly straying from the delicate outline you were tracing around his eye.

“-but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, (y/n). But I also don’t want to lie to you. Just, bottom line, I’m attracted to you. And I’m not going to force that fact on you but I’m not going to suppress it either. And if that’s too much for you, then I’ll leave you alone...”

You capped the liquid eye liner with a satisfying snap, pulling back slightly to admire your work. Calum looked like the most glitziest, gaudiest glam rocker there ever was, with shimmering cheek bones and glittering eye lids. Your eyes intently traced his angled jaw, glimmery, plump lips, and finally landed on his eyes - anxious, worried, vulnerable and framed by twinkling eye shadow. You felt an overwhelming sappiness rise within you at such a desperate gaze. And it wasn’t a painful or terrifying sensation. It was tender. Affectionate.

“That’s not too much for me, Calum.” You calmly trilled, hand reaching up to his cheek to smooth out a small clump of blush. He relaxed into your touch, practically melting - a response that made your own heart skip a beat. He was actually anxious over you. Vulnerable to you. Impacted by you. Hell, maybe he had endured just as many sleepless nights and existential crises that you had over the past few weeks all because of that “almost-kiss-incident”. And that was just really endearing.

Your hand pushed back a little bit more, stretching to smooth across his entire cheek as you both leaned in a bit closer. He was sleepily smiling, heavy lidded eyes looking into yours intently.

“Who knows…” You began. “Maybe my silly crush on Luke will evaporate. And maybe I won’t be so blind to what’s in front of me. Maybe someone else will get my entire focus.”

“I hope so.” Calum softly murmured, lips inching just a little bit closer to you.

And then, abruptly, the door swung upon - harsh light flooding in to blind the both of you. A panicked staff member, wearing a headset with a clipboard in hand, frantically begged Calum to hurry to the set as they were behind schedule, and the director was rapidly growing angry, and she couldn’t offered to be fired because she needed to buy this adorable puppy she saw at a pet store. Something like that. Quickly, Calum followed the ruffled woman, frequently glancing back at you. You smiled at him, assuredly, until he was out of sight - his footsteps trailing out.

Fingers softly traced your lips, the feel of Calum’s second-almost-kiss burning on the area of flesh. That area was reserved for him now. He was going to have that kiss. You were sure of it.

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