Title: patience (or lack
thereof) Summary: Exasperated by the slow process of Sasuke and Sakura getting
together, Kakashi and Naruto discuss their relationship. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View Rating: K A/N: I tried to get this out for ssmonth but couldn’t manage to
before a very important visit arrived! Oh well, at least I still whipped this
out ahhaa. I think many of you will love this one :)
“Those two are impossible.”
Never looking up from his forever-favored
little orange novel, Kakashi merely hummed in reply, distractedly stirring his
chopsticks into his miso soup’s steaming broth. “Give them time, Naruto,” he
drawled. “It’s only been six months since he came back from his journey.”
But his former student didn’t seem to feel
the same, throwing his arms up expressively. “Exactly, Kaka-sensei—it’s been six months!” he exclaimed. Naruto leaned
his head back against the frame of the chair, groaning hopelessly. “What the hell
is Sasuke doing?”
At this, Kakashi glanced at him, lips
tugging lightly under his mask. Naruto only proceeded to lean forward again and
shove a handful of noodles into his mouth, features annoyed. It was just like
him to get frustrated that things weren’t moving along fast enough between his
two best friends.
“Sasuke is healing and trying to put his
life back in order,” Kakashi calmly settled to explain, returning to his
beloved book. He absentmindedly poked at a piece of grilled eggplant. “He’s
spent years away from us on a path that he knows now did neither him nor anyone
else any good, and now he’s trying to come to terms with all that.”
A snort of pure
disbelief sounded beside him. “Oh come on,
he’s had two years to work through that—and you know he’s been doing great
That was true
enough. Still, Kakashi simply shrugged in response. “Maybe not well enough to
I don't really remember the books in much detail (I need to reread) but could you please tell me which book talks about Bloodraven, Shiera Seastar and etc?
This is a tricky question for me, because the first I really recall reading about them is on westeros.org, GRRM’s Targaryen descriptions for the artist Amoka. (Bloodraven; Shiera. Note many historical Targs were described for that artist in far more detail than they ever were in the books.) I know that Bloodraven was definitely mentioned in AFFC, and both of them in ADWD, but let’s see if there’s anything anywhere else:
Maester Aemon preferred to spend his days on deck as well, huddled beneath a pile of furs and gazing out across the water. “What is he looking at?” Dareon wondered one day. “For him it’s as dark up here as it is down in the cabin.” The old man heard him. Though Aemon’s eyes had dimmed and gone dark, there was nothing wrong with his ears. “I was not born blind,” he reminded them. “When last I passed this way, I saw every rock and tree and whitecap, and watched the grey gulls flying in our wake. I was five-and-thirty and had been a maester of the chain for sixteen years. Egg wanted me to help him rule, but I knew my place was here. He sent me north aboard the Golden Dragon, and insisted that his friend Ser Duncan see me safe to Eastwatch. No recruit had arrived at the Wall with so much pomp since Nymeria sent the Watch six kings in golden fetters. Egg emptied out the dungeons too, so I would not need to say my vows alone. My honor guard, he called them. One was no less a man than Brynden Rivers. Later he was chosen lord commander.” “Bloodraven?” said Dareon. “I know a song about him. ‘A Thousand Eyes, and One,’ it’s called. But I thought he lived a hundred years ago.” “We all did. Once I was as young as you.”
—AFFC, Samwell II
[In the Winterfell crypts, looking at statues of the old Stark lords]:
Lord Beron Stark, who made common cause with Casterly Rock to war against Dagon Greyjoy, Lord of Pyke, in the days when the Seven Kingdoms were ruled in all but name by the bastard sorcerer men called Bloodraven.
—ADWD, The Turncloak (Theon V)
Bittersteel and Bloodraven both loved Shiera Seastar, and the Seven Kingdoms bled.
—ADWD, The Kingbreaker (Barristan III)
Looks like AFFC and ADWD is it for the main books, then. Although there is quite a bit more description of them (well, Bloodraven, at least) in the Dunk and Egg stories:
The realm was full of lawless men these days. The drought showed no signs of ending, and smallfolk by the thousands had taken to the roads, looking for someplace where the rains still fell. Lord Bloodraven had commanded them to return to their own lands and lords, but few obeyed. Many blamed Bloodraven and King Aerys for the drought. It was a judgment from the gods, they said, for the kinslayer is accursed. If they were wise, though, they did not say it loudly. How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? ran the riddle Egg had heard in Oldtown. A thousand eyes, and one. Six years ago in King’s Landing, Dunk had seen him with his own two eyes, as he rode a pale horse up the Street of Steel with fifty Raven’s Teeth behind him. That was before King Aerys had ascended to the Iron Throne and made him the Hand, but even so he cut a striking figure, garbed in smoke and scarlet with Dark Sister on his hip. His pallid skin and bone-white hair made him look a living corpse. Across his cheek and chin spread a wine-stain birthmark that was supposed to resemble a red raven, though Dunk only saw an odd-shaped blotch of discolored skin. He stared so hard that Bloodraven felt it. The king’s sorcerer had turned to study him as he went by. He had one eye, and that one red. The other was an empty socket, the gift Bittersteel had given him upon the Redgrass Field. Yet it seemed to Dunk that both eyes had looked right through his skin, down to his very soul.
— The Sworn Sword
“You’ve known queens and princesses. Did they dance with demons and practice the black arts?” “Lady Shiera does. Lord Bloodraven’s paramour. She bathes in blood to keep her beauty.”
— The Sworn Sword
“The Blackwoods will never stomach the Brute of Bracken as a neighbor. It will mean war.” Dunk knew about the ancient enmity between the Blackwoods and the Brackens. “Won’t their liege lord force a peace?” “Alas,” said Septon Sefton, “Lord Tully is a boy of eight, surrounded by women. Riverrun will do little, and King Aerys will do less. Unless some maester writes a book about it, the whole matter may escape his royal notice. Lord Rivers is not like to let any Brackens in to see him. Pray recall, our Hand was born half Blackwood. If he acts at all, it will be only to help his cousins bring the Brute to bay. The Mother marked Lord Rivers on the day that he was born, and Bittersteel marked him once again upon the Redgrass Field.” Dunk knew he meant Bloodraven. Brynden Rivers was the Hand’s true name. His mother had been a Blackwood, his father King Aegon the Fourth.
— The Sworn Sword
“Lord Bloodraven’s not even a real lord, that’s just some stupid courtesy. He’s a sorcerer, and baseborn besides.” “Bastard born, not baseborn.” Bloodraven might not be a real lord, but he was noble on both sides. His mother had been one of the many mistresses of King Aegon the Unworthy. Aegon’s bastards had been the bane of the Seven Kingdoms ever since the old king died. He had legitimized the lot upon his deathbed; not only the Great Bastards like Bloodraven, Bittersteel, and Daemon Blackfyre, whose mothers had been ladies, but even the lesser ones he’d fathered on whores and tavern wenches, merchant’s daughters, mummer’s maidens, and every pretty peasant girl who chanced to catch his eye. Fire and Blood were the words of House Targaryen, but Dunk once heard Ser Arlan say that Aegon’s should have been Wash Her and Bring Her to My Bed.
— The Sworn Sword (note multiple other mentions of Bloodraven within this story, including a description of the Battle of the Redgrass Field)
How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? the riddle ran. A thousand eyes, and one. Some claimed the King’s Hand was a student of the dark arts who could change his face, put on the likeness of a one-eyed dog, even turn into a mist. Packs of gaunt gray wolves hunted down his foes, men said, and carrion crows spied for him and whispered secrets in his ear. Most of the tales were only tales, Dunk did not doubt, but no one could doubt that Bloodraven had informers everywhere. He had seen the man once with his own two eyes, back in King’s Landing. White as bone were the skin and hair of Brynden Rivers, and his eye—he had only the one, the other having been lost to his half brother Bittersteel on the Redgrass Field—was red as blood. On cheek and neck he bore the winestain birthmark that had given him his name.
— The Mystery Knight
He was older than Dunk remembered him, with a lined hard face, but his skin was still as pale as bone, and his cheek and neck still bore the ugly winestain birthmark that some people thought looked like a raven. His boots were black, his tunic scarlet. Over it he wore a cloak the color of smoke, fastened with a brooch in the shape of an iron hand. His hair fell to his shoulders, long and white and straight, brushed forward so as to conceal his missing eye, the one that Bittersteel had plucked from him on the Redgrass Field. The eye that remained was very red. How many eyes has Bloodraven? A thousand eyes, and one.
— The Mystery Knight (and again, many other mentions within this story)
Oh, and under the cut are the descriptions of the last greenseer in ADWD’s Bran chapters, so you can see who he is for sure.
skinship was awkward for him and he was afraid of suffocating you with just how much he adored you. bc he does adore you, so so so so much
he adores you more than words can say
but his eyes say it all; how they crinkle when you tell a joke, sparkle when you laugh, water when you cry
his eyes speak a thousand words
and every one of those words is about you
((and the boys, of course))
but back to him being distant,, that’s only at the beginning. once you’re dating for a while, when you understand each others boundaries and have entered the stage in the relationship when you can discuss bowel movements or fart freely; that’s when he starts being cheesy & cute
he starts holding your hand, throwing his arm over your shoulder, rubbing your noses together, kissing your cheeks (bonus cute points if they’re chubby and soft but all cheeks are kissable tbh) (he’ll kiss em regardless)
he’s very confident and secure in the relationship
he trusts you completely, has no issue with you having male friends or you needing time alone
there’s never a doubt in his mind to your loyalty
if the relationship gets out, and the media tries to spin some story that you’re cheating on him ((or talk shit about your looks)) he reads the articles over breakfast and laughs to himself
unless he sees that it upsets you, then he’ll report those articles and make his company take them down, if he alone isn’t capable of doing so. and he’ll ask ppl to support his relationship instead. and to trust his judgement: “I would not date this person if I did not trust them with my entire being”
he’s so good w words
he always knows what to say
or when to say nothing
when you’re down, he can tell what words you need to hear (not necessarily the typical “you can do it!” from movies. he’ll realistically cheer you on, or tell you if doing a certain thing will impact negatively on you) or won’t say anything at all. he’ll just hold you, hug you until you fall asleep or have cried out all your tears
writes songs about you, that make you cry and he panics but don’t worry gukkie, they’re happy tears ;3;
matching Tiger phone cases
waking him up with kisses all over his face. he wakes with a gummy smile and sexy morning voice asking if you slept well
he’s rather private about the relationship, only cause he wants to protect you. from the media’s scorn and even from ppl talking. he hates the thought of anyone talking negatively about you, when he sees you as a perfect angel
fights don’t happen often.
he’s too mature and level headed. but when they do, his style of anger is silence. the angrier he gets, the quieter he is. and eventually he’ll leave, take a walk to clear his head. and come back quickly to sort the issue out, since he doesn’t want the dispute to carry on for too long. and he knows he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless things were sorted
falls even more in love if you visit him in the studio
loves u even more if you bring food
actually, all the boys love if you bring food
himchan and you are super close, since he’s gukkie’s right hand (after you)
but you’re close with the others too, esp. junhong. he’s your giant little brother
yongguk back-hugs you often, esp. when you’re reading. he likes to read the words over your shoulder, or just relax in the peaceful silence with you
he likes being able to spend time with you like that, just relaxing
idol life is stressful, even if it has its rewards like their beautiful fans and getting to make songs that really speak to ppl
so coming home to you, to someone he loves and who he knows loves him. and getting to share his time and life with you, is more than he could ever hope for
he’s so loyal. and loving. the relationship is steady like a rock. even your occasional fights never result in either of you thinking “that’s it, we’re breaking up.” since you fell in love, neither of you have dared imagine life without each other. and this is what makes you so good together, what makes the relationship so solid. it just goes to show that true love exists after all
Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.
Warnings: Slight blood talk. Slight angst.
A/N: This fic is my baby and I hope you all like it! I have a thing for naming my fics in Spanish now lol. But yes, enjoy this please :) Part 2 will be out soon, I’m just too excited to write it all in one swoop and I haven’t posted something in so long.
Title Translation: Loving You is a Pleasure.
Like every other human being
inhabiting this planet, you were born connected to an individual. One person
that would look at you and see their world. One who would hold you like they’d
never hold anything more precious for as long as they lived. One who would love
you with passion and fire that eternally hungered for more.
There were no signs as to who this
certain person was. You only had marks on your skin, marks that whenever he
got, you got. It also worked the other way around and you found that you were
extremely careful about this. You didn’t want him to get bruises and feel pain
because of you. Yet that same thought didn’t seem to be in his mind and your
life was spent trying to explain this or that mark.
As you grew up, before you turned
eleven and followed your family’s footsteps into wizarding school, you only got
minor scrapes and cuts. You assumed they were from broom-riding, you could
swear you felt the wind batting against your face sometimes, even if you were
sitting alone in your room reading a book.
For the last three days Terrasen had experienced the heaviest rain showers in decades. The granite skies had held promise of precipitation, Terresen had had everything, from rain to sleet to hail. They’ve had it all.
Her royal highness, Aelin Galathynius had been confined within the castle, attending meetings, reading, raiding Lysandra’s chocolate stash. She hadn’t been bored but Aelin did find herself missing a certain fae warrior. Aelin saw Rowan at meal times, ran into him accidentally around the castle here and there. Aelin had missed his brooding nature, even though there had only been a short while of their friendship, there was something about Rowan that Aelin couldn’t turn away from.
“He’s like the plague.” Aelin muttered to herself realising who her thoughts turned to again. The princess sat in her ornate armchair, legs curled underneath her. The sexy-fun-time book she had been reading was starting to bore her. As her mind had been wandering, her eyes seemed to stray too, towards the balcony across the way.
Rowan sat at his desk, penning a report to ‘his queen’, no doubt. His silver hair glowed against the rain on his panelled door. Fae senses really helped Aelin, but it was times like this when she wanted to shove her head in the sand.
Rowan had caught her staring, the letter he was penning wasn’t a letter at all, but a sign that he held up to the door:
You look braindead.
Aelin laughed out into her quiet room, Fleetfoot picked her head up off the bed, startled by Aelin’s loud outburst. She searched around for her quill and a stack of parchment and wrote her reply:
The rain makes my hair go frizzy.
Aelin could see Rowan’s slight squint and the roll of his green eyes when he finally read her sign. The two passed notes across the way like children. Laughing at stupid jokes that the other had written. Rowan had the neatest handwriting Aelin had ever seen, she hated to admit it but it was more beautiful than her’s. She had one piece of parchment left, Aelin had to make it count.
What book were you reading?
Aelin tried to hide her smile at Rowan’s question, it was dumb and childish, but the fact that he saw her reading must’ve meant he looked at her before she looked over at him. The butterflies of anticipation rose in her stomach.
I’ll come over and tell you about it.
Rowan’s eyebrow raise was the only answer she needed before rushing out of her quarters.
“I can’t believe you like that garbage.” Rowan chastised, scoffing at Aelin who had waltzed into his room and lounged over the armchair in the corner of the room, her long legs hanging over there rolled arm of the leather chair.
“It’s not garbage! It’s romantic.”
“That’s not romance.” Rowan said, hunched over his writing desk, his letter to Lorcan was…supposed to be finished hours ago. It was just very hard to concentrate when the princess of Terrasen was bickering about bad romance novels that weren’t really romantic at all.
“Oh?” Aelin piped. “And what do you know of romance.” Rowan’s desk chair groaned when he spun around to face her, the typical eyebrow raised at her poised question. She was looking into him, her gaze lingered deep and Rowan felt like pouring out his secrets then and there.
He wondered how Captain Rolfe of the Mycenians said no to her.
“I’ve experienced love, Aelin Galathynius.” Rowan scratched the back of his neck as the tips of his delicately pointed ears burned at the thought of Lyria, at the thought of talking about his love life with Aelin, about the situations he’s been stepping into willingly.
“I have too, once.” She whispered, at the sound of her small voice Rowan became wary about the topic and did what he did best. Ignore it until silence enveloped them. Rowan could hear her breathing, he could hear her stand, he could hear her featherlight footfalls as she walked towards him and sat on his writing desk, flipping through his sealed letters, scanning over the address’. Then she stopped at one.
“What is she like?” At first Rowan thought she meant Lyria, until he looked up and saw who the letter was addressed to.
“She’s your great aunt, shouldn’t you know?” Rowan laughed breathily as he signed the short report to Lorcan. Rowan didn’t have to look but he knew Aelin’s only response was a shrug.
“Never met her, I’ve only heard her reputation.” Aelin said nonchalantly, but he could tell that she was eager to know more about her estranged kin across the sea. Galan mustn’t be telling her much.
“She cares for her people.” Rowan stated firmly, only slightly stumbling over his words, he was trying to be truthful about his queen, but usually negative adjectives are used when describing Queen Maeve of the Fae.
“That’s not uncommon, every ruler should care for their people. It’s their duty.” Aelin stated. Rowan had never let a thought like that cross his mind, he’s experienced all kinds of rulers…none of them spoke like it was a gift to their people that they cared for them and not a citizen right to be cared for.
“Queen Maeve is harsh but she does what she can.” Rowan hated the taste of lie in his mouth. It was ashen.
“My mother doesn’t want me to ever meet her,” Aelin said, playing with the one small braid in her hair. “If my mother won’t let me, that must mean she isn’t worth meeting.” Rowan had no answer for the statement, he had no input. She had been his queen before Rowan’s soul was placed in his body.
Rowan Whitethorn had never believed in fate. But he couldn’t help to feel like Rowan was placed in Terrasen at this very moment in time for a reason, whether it be to learn more about himself, learn more about the stigma behind his queen or be intrigued by the heir of fire herself. Rowan didn’t know, what he did know is that he is glad for it.
“I’ve seen a lot of Terrasen people with braids in their hair, is it a custom?” Rowan asked, placing his quill back in the ink pot, giving the princess his undivided attention. As the question fleeted his mouth, Aelin’s slender fingers gripped the braid she had been absentmindedly fiddling with. She gained a vacant look in her legendary eyes.
“If you promise someone something, or if someone promises you something, you braid a commodity that belongs to them into your hair and you don’t remove it until the promise is fulfilled.” Aelin said in a light voice as her immaculate nails traced the leather band in her braid.
“We have nothing like that in Doneralle.” Rowan said as he wondered who promised Aelin something so important she braided a vow into her hair for her whole court to see, he wondered if Aelin was the one to promise something.
“What of your tattoo’s?” Arlin quipped, letting her eyes roam his inked flesh. “They are in the old tongue, aren’t they?”
Rowan placed two fingers to his temple and started tracing his memories before he answered:
“They tell the story of my first battle, I had thousands of soldiers under my command,” Rowan’s eyes somehow found her heavy ones. “I had thousands, I walked out with a few hundred because I didn’t know what I was doing. I lead young fae into a massacre.” Hundreds of years later, Rowan Whitethorn still felt the crushing feelings of guilt and responsibility.
“You inked your irresponsibility onto your skin for anyone to read?” Aelin quietly asked, extending her hand to his face where she traced the letters of the old language.
“It’s my burden and shame to carry.” Aelin’s hand quickly retracted and flew back to her braid. Rowan noted that her fingers held an unnatural warmth, even in the freezing walls of the stone castle. “Who does your promise belong to?” Rowan asked, his hand vaguely gesturing the braid.
A small smile graced Aelin’s lips before a sad shadow shrouded the young woman’s features.
“It belongs to me, I promised myself something on behalf of someone who doesn’t walk this earth anymore.” Aelin sadly answered, the way her thick dark eyebrows drew together made Rowan wonder what kind of event happened to cause such heartache in someone so young. Then he realised he saw this face on Aelin only a few moments prior.
“Did you love him? The boy you promised?” Aelin’s eyes snapped up to Rowan’s at his question. She nervously swallowed a lump in her throat. Rowan could see all the clogs and gears working in her head, weighing up the options of what to tell him, how much to tell him, to tell him anything at all.
“His name was Sam Cortland.” Aelin’s eyes sparkled with the memories that were probably running across her mind. Rowan knew what that was like. “I loved him very much.” In an attempt to distract herself from the confession Aelin played with fake lint on her sapphire tunic. Rowan stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. “He was murdered when I was sixteen.” Rowan’s heart clenched, he’d never had a lover that had passed but his separation with Lyria had been just as painful.
“What was your promise?” Rowan didn’t realise that, that comment could be seen as rude, but when Aelin was taken aback, Rowan started scrambling for an explanation before she shushed him.
“It’s a fair question,” Aelin said. “I promised him that I would be happy, even though he is gone. I would be happy because I knew that is what he would’ve wanted.” Aelin let a light smile grace her lips. Rowan knew that he should feel sorry for her, show her sympathy. However, Rowan knew that she was strong, that she wouldn’t want his sympathy even if he did offer it to her. She had vowed to be happy and live without her first love.
“And you?” She asked him, her voice even and tenacious. Rowan quirked a friendly eyebrow at her, which he found himself doing often in Aelin’s presence. “You said you experienced romance, who was your first love?”
Rowan could still feel the heat of the sun and the smell of the tulips she was selling that day. He remembered her smile and her dark hair against alabaster skin. The kindness that radiated off her in waves. Rowan could still remember he never deserved Lyria.
“Her name was Lyria.” Aelin’s fingertips brushed against Rowan’s on top of his pile of letters, a silent encouragement to continue. “She was the most beautifully kind women I had ever met in my life. We were together for a very long time, I went away on raids and crusades very frequently.” Rowan took a sharp intake as he continued the story; “Lyria wanted a family, wanted a life I could never give her. She knew that too, but my selfishness blocked her into a life she didn’t want. One day I came home and she was gone, she wrote me a letter saying how much she loved me but I could never give her what she was searching for, I had no idea. Oblivious to her wallowing in her own despair.”
It had been a long time Rowan had told the full story to anyone before.
“You deserve happiness, Rowan Whitethorn.” Aelin said, jumping to her feet off the desk. “If Lyria has found happiness without you, then you can find happiness too. Gods, I hope happiness walks into your life.” With that, Aelin of the Wildfire exited his quarters.
What she didn’t know was that happiness had walked into his life. It was the first time he had felt true happiness in a long time, happiness had strutted into his life wearing a green gown and a smirk.
Thank you all so much, my heart swells whenever I see comments from anyone and everyone, I’m so glad to be in a fandom that is so supportive, even if your opinions and ideas are so different. Thank you to everyone who gives me and this fic time of day.
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I have this sudden urge to go back through the books and see which scenes and secrets were witnessed by ravens. For example, the first one that comes to mind is the assassinations of Kevan and Pycelle. Also, everything in the Citadel, from Sam’s confession to Alleras and Marwyn, to whatever not-Pate/the Alchemist/Jaqen is up to.
Damn, Bloodraven (and now Bran) knows everything, doesn’t he. But why change the habit of a (really long) lifetime?
“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now
I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And
now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)
So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….
You have never really done PR relationships
before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before,
but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a
PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did
that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was
that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a
famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His
management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about.
Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his
said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.
All of that was about to change however,
because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to
meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.
You walked into the conference room, where
the final arrangements were going to be met.
“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s
manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit
said, gesturing for you to take a seat.
You sat down while your managers talked,
beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were
speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All
you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to
do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three
weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short
for something. What could it be short for anyway?
Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with
short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A
thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain,
happiness, uncertainty, sadness…
“Calum?” You said standing up.
“That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I
can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.
Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm
in the hall.
“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”
“What never thought I could be a
“Don’t say that…you know I have never
“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly
don’t know how you ever thought of me. It’s
not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”
“Hey, you left me!”
“And why was that Calum!? You got caught
up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone
who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left?
You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”
He shook his head. “Y/n I-”
“We didn’t know you two had met
previously” Calum’s manager said.
“Look, despite the obvious tension here,
Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any
previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few
You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched
“Fine” You both muttered.
“Alrighty then. Well we have your first
date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”
And with that they were gone, and you both
were left alone.
“Don’t even. This will be all over soon,
and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out
towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.
Sure enough a few days later you received a
Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.
Well that was short and to the point. Oh
well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go
shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You
weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look
your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.
The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since
Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the
table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your
table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with
a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your
seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.
“Who are you and what have you done with
“I thought you’d like them…” He
said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the
“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup
it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued
standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”
“Of course” He said sitting back
“Well I couldn’t be late now could
“Never seemed that way before”
You were interrupted when the waiter came to
your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak
much until your food arrived.
You had just started eating when Calum
cleared his throat.
“Hey smile would you?” He asked
You looked up and saw his phone out, camera
pointing straight towards you.
“Instagram?” You asked instantly
smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.
You frowned. “Please tell me you did not
put a filter on my face”
He just smiled and shrugged.
“Calum I swear-”
“You’ll have to check yourself”
You sighed and pulled out your phone. You
checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog
filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.
“Wow…actually a good picture…”
“What?” you asked, as he continued
“You follow me on snapchat?”
“What? Of course. I added you a few days
ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You
didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was
more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who
you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public
accounts, you added him recently.
“Oh.” He said, not fully believing
what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never
“Your turn” You said, quickly
switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone. Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You
quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.
“Done?” He asked as you set your
“Let me see”
“No. Guess you’ll just have to look
He rolled his eyes but checked his phone
anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with
the caption 'this date is out of this world’.
“Cheesy as ever”
“You follow me on snap?” You
“Of course. Always have followed you on
everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for
the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta,
side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it.
You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his
phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture,
then he smiled.
“Ready to go?”
You simply nodded.
He insisted on walking you home, despite
yourself you agreed. Thank goodness you
You reached your building when he grabbed
“What?” You asked.
“Y/n I have to tell you-”
“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night
was good so just leave it at that!”
“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”
“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I
said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me
like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my
heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized
that right away. I was so stupid…”
“You didn’t even call or anything Calum.
How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me.
That what we had meant nothing and-”
“You deserved better. Far better than
me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with
You turned your head, feeling the tears
coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your
face, turning your head so you looked at him.
“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I
still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I
fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”
“What are you trying to say Cal?”
“I don’t want to have a pretend
anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I
promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be.
Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”
You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes,
so full of love and fear of rejection.
“I better not regret this…” You
said, bringing his lips to yours.
That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia
“So what do you want to do Y/N?” I asked, walking around in HQ. Suho had assigned me to watch Y/N for the next few nights since I primarily work with drug deals and hostages, but since there wasn’t anything scheduled for me that night and rest of the week and the rest of the guys should be busy, it turned into my job to watch the five year old. “We could play hide and seek!” Y/N yelled, bouncing around the ‘living room’ of HQ, “inside voice please Y/N, and you wanna play with just the two of us?” she didn’t seem to pay attention to the first part of my sentence. She ran up to me putting her small hands on my knees and looking up at me “Yeah! We can play with just the two of us, can’t we?” she smiled excitedly waiting for me to give the ok. “I guess we can, do you wanna hide first or do you want me to” I leaned forward putting my hands over her shoulders, they completely disappeared under my large hands. “I count, you hide” she said pointing at both us to prove her point. I got up and lead her to the center of the room so she wouldn’t run into anything when she opened her eyes.
“Alright, you cover your eyes and count to ten and I will go hide, sound good?” I looked down at her, letting go of her hands and getting ready to hide. “Ok, One, one thousand two, one thousand” she covered her eyes and began to count. As soon as her eyes were covered I took off down the hall running to my room, hiding behind the door. Making sure it was an easy hiding place for her to find, not wanting to make it too difficult for the five year old. “Ready or not here I come!” I heard her yelling into the empty HQ, her little feet stomping down the halls, loud enough for me to here from where I was hiding. I could hear her opening and closing doors down the hall, knowing who they belonged to and how close they were to me. She would take a few minutes at each room, checking all the room then leaving.
I could hear her just outside of my room, standing on the other side of the door. She turning the knob opening the door, it swung open hidding my figure behind it, she came inside the room searching for me. I could see her small body searching under the bed, stand up and move over to the closet. Just as she opened the closet I tiptoed out of my spot and snuck up behind her, as soon as I was directly behind her I grabbed her under her arms lifting her into the air “gotcha!” she shrieked with laughter as I held her above my head. “Baek! Put me down” she yelled trying to wiggle free of my grip. “You wanna be put down? Alright” I put her down but as she started to move away, I grabbed her again and began to tickle her sides. She began shrieking again and fell to the floor on her knees, giggling and trying to push my hands away from her sides. “Baek stop! I’m gonna pee!” she yelled finally getting me to stop, she finished giggling and got up onto her feet. “It’s my turn now, you count and I get to hide!” she smiled up towards me “alright ten seconds right?” I asked “no, twenty ” she said grinning mischievously “twenty? Why twenty?” I was curious why she had suddenly changed the rules “so I can find a good hiding spot, you’re hiding spot wasn’t very good” she laughed, thinking how I didn’t have a good spot “uh, fine twenty” I said. I turned my body away so I was facing the wall and began to count “one, one thousand two, one thousand” I heard her giggle and take off down the hall.
I reached twenty and began to search for her, going right as I could hear her footsteps going that direction when she ran off. I thought of all the places a five year old would go, beginning by going to each rooms. I searched and couldn’t find her in any of them, confused I moved to my next option I went to the supply closet, opening the door there was nowhere she could hide that wouldn’t have been obvious, it was a small room, so I moved on. The only other place this way was Suho’s office, I went up the stairs and into his office searching all the possible hiding spots in there. She wasn’t in there either, I began to get worried if she wasn’t this way then I wasn’t sure where she would be, jogging I went back to the living room and began to search everything that way. She wasn’t anywhere over there either, I began to panic, where could a five year old hide in a gang HQ anyway. There wasn’t a lot of places she could fit, the doors were locked which means she would need a key to leave or one of the members to take her out. She had to be inside the building.I started searching everything again, she had to be here, she had to be.
By the time I had checked everywhere at least seven more times the guys came back, which meant she had been missing for over two hours. “Hey Baekhyun, what you looking for?” Chen asked accompanied by the rest of the guys, the routine for the night over. “Well you see… um I may have kind of um lost Y/N?” I said coming out more like a question, Suho pushed his way forward from behind Chanyeol and Sehun “you what?” he asked glaring at me “well you see, we were playing hide and go seek and I haven’t found her yet, so technically she isn’t lost” I said trying to avoid punishment. “Alright well how ‘long’ has she been hiding?” he crossed his arms across his chest leaning back, standing straight up “um well… maybe like almost three hours” I said, my voice progressively getting quieter as I spoke. “ALMOST THREE HOURS!” this time it was Sehun to yell, he was oddly attached to her. “Um yeah” I said “we need to find her, she’s probably scared by now, she couldn’t have left so she is still inside the building. Everyone split up and look for her” Suho said, everyone ran off into different directions in search for Y/N.
For an hour we still couldn’t find her, we had all searched everywhere and came back to the living room to discuss “how can we not find her, we’re a god damn mafia group for god’s sake, she’s a five year old girl!” Xiumin yelled into the room, not speaking directly to anyone. We all went quiet after that, only able to hear our own breathing and suddenly a cry. We all turned our head towards Sehun’s room where the cry had come from, running in that direction we burst into his room. Looking around we still couldn’t see her but we could hear her crying “Y/N where are you?” Sehun called into the room. “Over here” we heard from his closet, we all ran towards it, Sehun was the closest and reached it first, he yanked the doors open looking into it looking confused “where Y/N?” he asked, we still couldn’t see her yet she was clearly in there. “Back here” her arm emerged from a corner of the closet behind a wood piece “I’m stuck, please help” she asked. Sehun reached forward and pulled the plank away leaving enough space for her to squeeze through “Y/N what happened?” he asked kneeling in front of her shaking form “I found the empty space and thought it was a good hiding spot but I got stuck and couldn’t get out” she cried latching onto Sehun. “Have you been in there the whole time?” I asked, looking down at her small sobbing form “Yeah, I thought it was ok at first, but then you didn’t find me so I tried to get out and got stuck! It was so scary, I thought you were never going to find me” she cried hugging tighter to Sehun. “I’m sorry Y/N I tried to find you but, you were just too well hidden, I tried to find you. I promise I would never leave you alone” I said trying to reassure her, she pushed away from Sehun a little and he used his sleeves to wipe away her tears “it’s ok Baek, I know you didn’t mean to” she let go of Sehun all together and walked up to me. I leaned down so I was the same height as her opening my arms so she could hug me. She walked into my waiting arms putting her head on my shoulder, I stood from my kneeling position with her still in my arms “why don’t we go to bed, it’s been a long day and I’m sure you’re tired” I said looking into her eyes, she nodded her head. Putting her head back into my shoulder “Ok say goodnight to the guys and I will tuck you in alright?” I put her down on her own feet so she could give all the guys a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She ran up to each member, them rather leaning down to her height or in Sehun’s case picking her up and spinning her around giving her a big sloppy kiss on the cheek, her giggling all the while. He set her down and she waddled back towards me, I picked her up and brought her out of the room the guys calling goodnight as we exited the room. “Baek can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked as we started to approached her room “of course Y/N” I stopped walking, turning around and walking back to my room.
We got to my room and I pulled back the covers for her to lay down, as soon as she was under blanket I took my jacket off and laid down next to her. I pulled her body close to mine, my arms wrapping all the way around her, kissing her on the forehead. “Goodnight Y/N, I promise to never let you get lost again” I said into her hair, muffling the sound “I know oppa, goodnight, I love you.”
All right so that was the first chapter of my exo mafia series, hope you guys like it!
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay on this, it is long overdue. Now I have the summer and I’m spending it writing! (Also I know that in the gif it’s raining and it’s not in the imagine, but it was too perfect to not use)
Prompt: Hey can you write an 11th doctor x reader. Where the reader and 10 were close like on the brink of a romantic relationship. And them after he regenerated. She has been distant until one day she just comes and sits with him and they have a super fluffy moment.
“Where to, (Y/N)?” The Doctor asked. Both of you had just gotten back from a particularly scary adventure, involving a seven-foot tall monster that wouldn’t show its face.
“Somewhere calming and beautiful, but under one condition.” You said. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “It has to be amazing.” You said. He grinned, his adorable expression glowing with excitement.
“I know just the place!” He exclaimed. The Doctor ran around the console room, entering in the coordinates to the location that he had in mind. As soon as the Tardis landed, he ran to a different room in the Tardis, so you went outside to experience the new planet. The grass was a neon green, with a bright neon blue sky to match. A ten-foot wide river seemed to run as far as the eye could see. A large weeping willow tree with deep purple leaves was the only thing that broke the immense, flat field. The sky had three different planets visible, and they were all huge with intricate designs. As soon as you had taken in the sight, the Doctor walked out with a picnic basket. “Ready (Y/N)?” He asked, holding up the woven basket.
Before you knew it, both of you were laying underneath the tree, with and eaten picnic laying behind you. The Doctor rolled over to face you, and you followed his lead. Both of you just sat there, looking at each other. After you couldn’t bear the silence any longer, you finally said a simple, “What’s up?”
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“What’s wrong?” The Doctor looked alarmed, but not too concerned.
“Me?” He put a hand over his chest, making a surprised face. You couldn’t help but smile.
“You thinking? Extremely dangerous. Could end up in a few casualties.” He quietly smiled at your comment. You sat up and started to pack the leftover picnic. Then you stood up and held out a hand to help him to stand. “Shall we?” You asked. The Doctor took your hand and stood up.
You knew what was happening. Earlier you had demanded to know what was going on. The Doctor had no choice but explain to you, but you still didn’t know how you felt about the situation. Now you stood by the doors of the Tardis with the Doctor, your Doctor, by the console. He looked at you but didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to because all you did was shake your head no. You didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t want your Doctor to leave you like this. Slowly he looked up, and sorrowfully said, “I don’t wanna go.”
It had been two years after the Doctor’s regeneration. You asked to be taken home after the Tardis had repaired itself. You still didn’t want to believe that he was gone. Even if it was the same man, you wish he had told you sooner so you could mentally prepare yourself. Now you truly regret your decision to go home. You missed him, whether it was the Doctor you knew before or the new Doctor, number eleven is what he called it. Now you didn’t have the chance to tell him how you truly felt, what you have felt from the beginning.
You were walking to your car after a date gone wrong. You had gone to a fancy restaurant right in the heart of (favorite major city), so of course, the nearest parking was a little over a mile away. After you rounded the last corner to the parking garage, you saw it. The Tardis, in all of its blue glory. You immediately ran up to it, trying the door. It was locked, of course. So instead you leaned against the door and waited, either for the Doctor to come back or for him to come out of the Tardis. People passed by, some with coats, some with hats or caps. Then came along this one man, the man you instantly recognized. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a red bowtie, but his eyes. Those dark green eyes that can tell a thousand stories with one look. “Doctor?” You asked. He looked surprised that you knew it was him right away.
“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled. “How did you know it was me?”
“Your eyes. The eyes filled with wonder.” He laughed softly at that.
“What are you laughing at?” You asked, starting to laugh.
“Nothing, nothing!” He quickly replied, laughing along with you. Once the laughing died down, he said, “What are you doing here anyway? You don’t live around here.”
“Stalker.” You replied, sending you both into fits of laughter once again. Once you stopped you said, “I’m on a date.” The Doctor’s face fell. “Or was, for that matter. It went horribly wrong.”
“What happened?” He asked, being his usual, curious self.
“He was flirting with the waitress as soon as she walked up to welcome us, that sort of thing. Halfway through the meal, I was shoving breadsticks in my purse and disappeared to use the restroom. He must think I have some serious problems.” The Doctor and yourself started laughing so hard the people walking past us gave us weird looks.
“Well,” he started, “I know a guy that I think is perfect for you.”
“Oh really?” You said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yup. He’s witty, smart, likes to travel, and has an incredible sense of fashion.” He smirked. “Not to mention he’s devilishly handsome.” He said, straightening his bowtie. You both started to laugh yet again.
“Well, he sounds perfect.” You said. Before you knew it the Doctor leaned down and kissed you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while the other was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but melt at his touch. From this point on, you knew that you would never turn your back on your Doctor ever again, for you loved him to the end of the universe.