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I Was Here | Pt. 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1161

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Originally posted by chokaivlicious

❥ “Although I was the one who was waiting for you, someone else got you.”


From a small age on, your mother had always taught you that love was something very beautiful and precious. Every time she’d talked about love, her eyes sparkled and a laughter welled up on her lips. She told you that love was able to make a person happy, that love was able to make you smile, trust and treasure someone. But she had never told you that love could be cruel. That it was able to hurt you. That it could be the reason for your tears. That it was able to destroy you..

You would never have imagined that such a short word would be capable to do such things to you.

 Until you met your husband..

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have as soon as possible but as you said, I’m not giving up on her..“

After hearing those words, your whole body strained as it convulsed in pain. Slowly, you stepped out of his arms and wiped your tears away.

You looked into your husband’s eyes. Those eyes that always sparkled whenever they saw your best friend were now looking at you like they were hollow.

He chose her.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “So that’s it then? You make me fall for you without the intention of catching me, I let you in and trust you with my heart and you just abandon me like it never meant a thing. You expect me to just be able to go on with my life like nothing ever happened. Like we never got married. Like we never lived in the same house for two years. Like I never loved you..”

Taehyung averted his eyes and run his fingers trough his silky hair. He took a step forward in order to reach out for you but stopped when he saw how you backed away. “I never gave you hope, Y/N..”

“I never said that you gave me hope, Taehyung.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit. “What do you want then?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to hold your tears back. “I want you to give me hope..” 

You watched how your husband’s confused expression changed when he understood what you were trying to say. “Y/N, I’m really sorry.. I just can’t let her go. She needs me..”

Another sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “And what about me, Taehyung? What if I need you more than you can imagine? I don’t know if you care but I love you..”

“Then stop loving me, Y/N! I don’t need your love! I already told you that I’m in love with her! What else should I do so that you can understand it?! I don’t want you in my life!”

“Taehyung!” You heard Hani hiss beside your husband.

The minute Taehyung realized what he said, his eyes widened and he tried to reach out for you for the second time but your best friend held his hand in order to stop him.

You stared at their intertwined fingers. They fit perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Right before your husband could say anything, you turned around so that they couldn’t see the new tears that were ready to roll down your face and hissed. “Get out!”

“Y/N I-”


Stay. I need you more than you think..

It has been two weeks since you last saw him. Hours have passed, days have passed, weeks have passed. But the pain that you felt in your chest didn’t. On the contrary, it was hurting more and more as time passed on.

You knew that you have passed your time with fake joys. Every memory with him was permanent in your mind. It wouldn’t want to leave nor would it like to understand that it was hurting you.

How should you cope with all those memories all by yourself? He was replacing those memories with her, whereas you were holding tight to them because they were the only things that remained of him.

Was it really time for you to let go? Was it really time to give up on him?

You were sitting in front of your husband and best friend, fiddling with the hem of your dress that you decided to wear since they invited you to this fancy restaurant because they wanted to tell you something, as they said, very important.

They looked the same, happy and in love, while the heavy bags under your eyes were shouting that you were the only one hurting and suffering.

You cleared your voice in order to get their attention and smiled at them with a fake smile plastered on your lips. “So? Why did you two invite me here?”

Hani smiled brightly at you. “We want to tell you something very important, Y/N!”

She looked really happy and excited. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, showing them that you were ready to hear whatever they were planning to say.

Suddenly, Hani lifted her left hand that was wearing a ring and beamed loudly. “We’re getting married!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt like you were hit by a truck. Shocked, you averted your eyes to Taehyung for the first time that night. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were fixed on her smiling face, his face not showing any sign of hurt or shame.

This time, you looked down at your hand and at the ring that was gracing your finger.

He wasn’t yours. He never was.

You closed your eyes for a short time in order to control your tears. When you were ready, you looked up at them with yet again the fake smile on your lips. “C-Congratulations!”

You watched how Hani kissed your husbands cheek before thanking you. 

Why was everything starting to get blurry?

“We also wanted to ask when you would sign the divorce papers that Taehyung sent you weeks ago.” Hani added with a now forced smile on her lips.



Suddenly, you felt a strong grip around your wrist that yanked you up from your chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

Before you could see who it was or understand what was happening, the unknown person leaned down to your ear and whispered. “I know you don’t know me but don’t say anything. Just play along.”

Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled brightly when he saw your shocked and confused face. Tapping your nose with his index finger, he chuckled loudly before hugging you tighter. “Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Wait, what?!

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

Promising Futures ((Cedric x Reader))

summary: cedric is ridiculously romantic and y/n is ridiculously surprised. 

request: Could I request something that’s not a prompt? :) cuz I would loveeee to read a Cedric x reader where he proposes to her during the tournament. :9 and then there’s a nice lil AU where he lives and they get married!

warnings: SPOILER warning for The Goblet of Fire, slight swearing

pairing: cedric x reader

prompt(s): none

a/n: i’m sorry post layouts are such a mess right now i’m kind of experimenting at the moment, so if you see any that you like or that bother you let me know

also i had to go back to the book and read the specific pages for this one so i felt very professional

but i love cedric so much and i’m honestly very glad you requested this so thank you. 


 “We’ll take it at the same time. It’s still a Hogwarts victory. We’ll tie for it.”

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms. 

“You– you sure?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… we’ve helped each other out, haven’t we? We both got here. Let’s just take it together.”

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn’t believe ears; then his face split into a grin

He grabbed Harry’s arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand over one of the cup’s gleaming handles.

“On three, right?” said Harry. “One–two–three–”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 634

“My God– Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore–he’s dead!”

Those words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it–screeched it–into the night-”He’s dead!” “He’s dead!” “Cedric Diggory! Dead!”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg.671

You feel all of the air force its way out of your lungs, and before you know what you’re doing, you feel your legs push your way across the terrain and through the crowd, not even apologizing to the people you bump into along the way- though they certainly bother to scold you for it. You just had to see it. You had to see Cedric… 

Sitting up? You freeze when you see him, and feel your mouth drop open at your clearly perfectly okay boyfriend. He’s gazing around from his spot on the ground, a rather frantic look on his face, completely ignoring the various hands reaching out to him. 

You’re not completely sure how or when you got from where you were to where he is, but you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his very real and very alive shoulder. You don’t even remember when you started crying, but you feel his arms pull you closer, holding onto you with the same desperation that could be found in your actions. 

“Oh god! Oh god Cedric, they were saying that you were dead.” you tell him, running a hand through his matted hair. “Why would they do that? Why would they ever do that?”

“I was.I thought I was. I think he missed.Or maybe he wasn’t powerful enough, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” he wipes your tears away, pulling you back to him. “I’m so so glad I’m holding you right now.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about, but frankly you don’t care at the moment, so you just nod in agreement. “Me too. I love you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You can feel his smile, and then his mouth brushed against your ear. “Marry me.”

You freeze. “What?”

Marry me.” he repeats again, his voice just above a whisper.

You pull back so that you can look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I faced bloody Voldemort. And all I could see was your face. And your hand. I couldn’t believe that I was stupid enough to die without placing a ring on that finger. So, Y/N Y/L/N, yes I’m serious. Marry me. Marry me.” he shifts you out of his lap so that he can get onto one knee, and the voices around you– everything around you- stops, as the crowd stops trying to get to you. You can’t help but glance at Cedric’s parents, who stop dead in their tracks, their mouths open. “Don’t look there. Look here.” he urges, grabbing your wrist to get your attention. “I haven’t exactly asked you yet. Kind of just commanded, actually. So, Y/N Y/N, will you marry me?” He searches your eyes, seeming to loose a bit of confidence as his voice cracks in his next word. “Please?” 

“Cedric… You’re in shock. You don’t mean it. I mean, you can’t mean it. We’re… You’re… You almost just died and now you have some condition that I can’t currently remember the name of, but really you don’t mean it, and you’re going to regret it the moment this wears off, and-”

“I don’t have some condition, Y/N.” he looks at your solemnly, though there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “I mean it. I swear I mean it, and nothing that I ever feel could make me regret asking you this. Because I love you. Everything other than love is just silly, Y/N, and I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you. I want to be with you forever. The only thing almost dying has done is given me the confidence to ask you something I’ve wanted to for a long time. So will you please marry me, Y/N? Or at least reject me before my parents have an aneurysm?”

“Oh. Oh wow. Of course I’m not going to say no to that. Who could possibly say no to that?” There’s a moment of silence before you realize that you haven’t actually said “yes” yet. “Yes.” you breathe out. And then he’s up and twirling you around, and the crowd is cheering. Then, glancing around, you remember what was going on. “I think maybe you have some explaining to do.”

 that summer –

“Do you, Cedric Diggory, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to her forevermore?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the smile on his face. His eye meet yours, and you can feel the warmth from them inside your heart as he squeezes your hand. “I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Cedric Diggory, to be your lawfully wedded husband,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to him forevermore?”

You almost giggle at the anticipation in his eyes, wondering if he actually expected that you’d say no. “I do.” 

He grins, surging forward to kiss you before anything else can be said, though no one makes a move to stop you as his lips touch yours. You peck his lips lightly, pulling away quickly, flushing at the idea of kissing him in front of an entire crowd. 

“Mrs. Diggory.” he murmurs, winking at you, before focusing his attention back to the crowd. 

i feel like the book excerpts were a little confusing, so i’m sorry, i just didn’t know how else to convey time well, i guess? my transitioning sucks lol.

but…….. i hope you liked it because it was really fun to write. *editing soon*

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radioactivepeasant  asked:

(For the 3 sentence fic thing) maybe Vader discovering Luke in a thoroughly bizarre situation (pre or post ESB, up to you) that is Probably Dangerous, and Luke is trying very hard not to be relieved to see him.

Okay, here we go, the last 3 sentence fic that came in before I closed prompts (if you sent one in after I closed the prompts, I’ll probably get to it eventually, but for now I’m shifting focus back to Allegiance.) This is one more than three sentences, yet again. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait.

If they got out of this alive, Luke was going to strangle Wes; it was his fault that half of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge, had been captured by Zygerrian slavers, and Luke had had to suspend his search for Boba Fett and Han to come flying to the rescue. But now he was staring down a blaster set to stun, with another slaver holding a much more lethal blaster to Wedge’s temple, and Luke let his lightsaber drop. He shuddered as it hit the floor, and tried to ignore the tangled panic in his stomach when the slaver stepped forward with a pair of what looked like Force-suppressing binders, a sickening leer on his face.

Just before the binders snapped closed around his wrists, cutting him off from the Force, he felt it roil with dark fury, and his head jerked up just in time to see Vader crash through the door, his lightsaber blazing as it cut down the nearest slaver. Luke gasped, unexpected relief flooding through him and threatening to send him to his knees; he was already a little dizzy and disoriented from the sudden lack of the Force’s grounding light. His father, and it was still a little odd to think of Vader as his father, even though he knew it was true, was at his side before he could do much more than sway unsteadily, grabbing his arm and pulling him close even as all the blasters in the room were yanked away from their owners and crushed in midair with small explosions. Luke flinched, his eyes darting to Wedge to make sure his friend was alright. The pilot’s dark eyes were wide and there was a slight bruise on his cheek from an earlier scuffle, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

“I should have allowed those to explode in your hands,” Vader snarled, his low voice vibrating against Luke’s back where it was pressed to his father’s chest, “but that is something my son should never have to witness.”

Luke stiffened, his breath catching in horror as he looked at Wedge again. His eyes were even wider now, if that were possible, and he opened his mouth as though to ask a question but snapped it back shut before he said anything. There was something like confusion around his eyes, but he didn’t look betrayed, though Luke was having a harder time reading him without the use of the Force. He had not realized how much he had depended on it, even subconsciously, until he was stripped of his connection with it. He wanted it back.

He felt Vader tense behind him and shift his grip, pulling Luke slightly to the side and out of the way as he threw his saber, the red blade scything through the air, and Luke cried out as the slaver holding Wedge pulled the pilot in front of him as a shield. But the lightsaber arched back to Vader’s hand after slicing through the rest of the slavers, leaving Wedge and his captor untouched. Luke leaned back against his father in relief.

“Release the pilot,” Vader demanded, pointing his blade at the last remaining slaver in the room. Luke was honestly surprised that none of them had called for backup yet. Perhaps Vader had knocked out the communications on their base, or they had been too caught by surprise at the appearance of the Empire’s Second-in-Command. The Zygerrian sneered and moved so Wedge was even more thoroughly between him and Vader.

“The Empire supports slavery. Why do you care if we take these Rebels off your hands, Lord Vader? You should have no objection.”

Vader growled and tensed again, and Luke feared he was going to throw the saber again, Wedge being used as a shield or no.

“Father, please,” he whispered. Vader ignored him, other than to hold him just a little tighter, the arm around Luke’s waist not allowing him to move away.

“The Empire condoning slavery,” Vader said, his low voice tightly controlled, though Luke feared it wouldn’t take much for that control to snap, “still does not excuse your attempt to enslave my freeborn son, Rebel or not.” Luke gasped at the emphasis, sudden understanding crashing in on him. He’d always known his father had been a slave as a child, but he hadn’t really thought about it in the context of Vader being his father. The two pieces of knowledge had remained separate in his mind after Bespin, the truth of Darth Vader having been a slave a little too odd a concept. Luke doubted the Zygerrian slaver would miss the emphasis, and he was sure he would also know what it meant.

Sure enough, his eyes went wide, his hold on Wedge slackening for a brief second. He opened his mouth to speak, but the momentary distraction was enough for Wedge to slam his elbow back into the slaver’s midsection and break free of his grip. The Zygerrian doubled over with a grunt, and Wedge didn’t hesitate before darting across the room and ducking behind Vader. Luke almost grinned at the ridiculousness of it, but clearly Wedge had decided that the Sith Lord was the lesser of the two threats in the room. A sentiment Luke shared, though he did not appreciate being held quite so close.

 Luke turned his head away, pressing his cheek against his father’s chest as the slaver’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle with the crunch of bone, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Luke shuddered, and he heard Vader’s lightsaber deactivate before a hesitant hand brushed against the back of his head. When Luke didn’t flinch away from the contact, Vader ran his fingers through Luke’s hair again, and the action was oddly soothing. Luke sighed, a minuscule amount of tension draining from his shoulders.

“Foolish child,” Vader rumbled. His tone was difficult to read through the vocoder, and Luke didn’t have the Force to help him interpret, but the hand still in his hair tempered what might have otherwise been a reprimand into something a bit fonder. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Luke murmured, shaking his head against his father’s hand. “But I… I can’t touch the Force.” He lifted his bound hands, drawing attention to the offending binders.

“I know,” Vader said. “I am glad I was already here when they cuffed you, or else I might have thought – ” He cut himself off and clutched Luke tighter, and even without the Force, Luke imagined he felt his father’s fear at the thought of his death.

 “I am fine, Father,” Luke reassured him, a small, confused smile on his face at the thought of reassuring Darth Vader, of all people.

“Um,” Wedge said, inching around Vader to stand in Luke’s line of sight, “as weirdly touching as this reunion is, would you mind explaining to me just what the kriff is going on?” There was a hysterical edge to his voice, and even clenching his hands into fists didn’t stop them from trembling visibly. He kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s, never letting his gaze wander to Vader, and Luke was acutely aware of how confusing the situation must be for his friend.

“Wedge, uh…” Luke smiled weakly. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to handle this. In all the varied ways he had imagined Wedge finding out about this, this was certainly not one of them. “Meet my father?” He gave an apologetic shrug, hoping Wedge wouldn’t take this badly.

Wedge’s eyes finally darted up to Vader’s mask before dropping back to Luke’s face. “Vader’s really your father? That’s…” His eyes flickered again. “I don’t… How is that even… What?”

“I’m sorry, Wedge. I didn’t know until recently. Until… Bespin.” He shivered at the memories, his prosthetic hand aching with phantom pain, and he curled it into a fist. Wedge’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he flinched, no doubt putting together what it meant that Vader had been the one to take his hand.

Wedge gasped in horror. “But if he’s your – ”

“I had no choice,” Vader snapped, interrupting him. “Luke refused to surrender.”

“So you chopped off your own son’s hand?” he demanded. He took a small step forward, and Luke blinked in frightened amazement. Was Wedge really telling off Darth Vader? Was he trying to get himself killed?

“Wedge…” Luke warned, speaking before Vader could. He didn’t need the Force to feel his father’s anger rising, and he didn’t want Vader to release that rage against Wedge.

Wedge took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he focused on Luke’s face. “Are you alright?”

Luke nodded. He was trying not to think about the fact that Vader would not release him once they got out of the slavers’ compound. He had been rescued only to be captured, though he knew he would vastly prefer whatever his father had planned to the life of a slave. He had briefly tasted slavery under Grakkus, though he had tried so hard since then to convince himself that it didn’t count. But he was freeborn, and it had still felt like a failure to both his father and his grandmother, who had both escaped slavery in the end. Or so Luke had thought, before he knew that his father wasn’t dead; he wasn’t entirely convinced Vader wasn’t a slave to the Emperor now, and that thought stung.

He had not allowed himself to really contemplate his fate this time, and then his father had swept in and pulled him out before the thought could settle that maybe this time he wouldn’t escape, maybe this time he really would end up back where his family had come from. The first freeborn Skywalker in generations, and this was the third time he had almost been enslaved.

Vader broke through his thoughts, though his choice of subject wasn’t far off. “I assume, considering the length of time they had you, that you do not have a transmitter?” There was rage lacing his voice, audible even through the vocoder.

Luke shook his head. “No, I’m clean.” He looked over at Wedge, who also shook his head. That sent a rush of relief through Luke, and he dropped his head back against his father’s chest.

“Good. Now we are leaving.” Vader finally, finally released his hold on Luke’s waist, though he seized his arm immediately after, and began leading him towards the door he had slashed open. Wedge stood unmoving in the middle of the room, and Luke tugged against his father’s grip.

“Wait!” he cried. “We can’t leave yet. They still have Tycho and Wes and – ”

Vader froze, his hand momentarily tightening painfully around Luke’s arm. “We will retrieve them first, then.” Luke gaped at his father’s easy acquiescence before it struck him that of course he would be unable to leave anyone, even a Rebel, at risk of enslavement.

“Thank you.” Luke lifted his hands. “Can you get these off, please? I’m more of a liability than anything like this.”

Vader hesitated, and Luke sighed. “I’ll go with you, willingly, if you take these off and let my friends go after we rescue them.”

“Luke, no!” Wedge yelled. But Vader was quick to finalize the deal.

“Agreed.” He waved his hand over the binders, and they unlocked with a barely audible click and clattered to the floor. The Force flooded back instantly, almost painful in its intensity, and Luke raised his hands to his head.

“Ah…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness, even as the Galaxy settled back to rightness with the return of this missing part of him. Vader’s hands settled on his shoulders, supporting him.


“I’ll be fine. The Force is just…” Luke gestured vaguely, unsure how to explain.

“I understand,” Vader replied. “It can be disorienting, both to lose and to regain your awareness of the Force.” As the Force settled around him, Luke became aware of the dark nova of his father’s presence pressing against him. It was oddly comforting.

He straightened and nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He glanced over at Wedge, who was standing with slumped shoulders and staring down at his feet, and Luke knew he didn’t understand. He hoped he would be able to explain before this was over. “Let’s go.”

Fresh Start - Part 8

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Felicity Smoak, Cisco Ramon and Iris West

Words: 2836 (I got carried away lol)

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms@kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo @moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire

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Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

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You couldn’t believe you just gave Barry another chance. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t do it, that it was over. But there was something about him, something you didn’t know what it was, that made it impossible for you to say no. Maybe there were his eyes, those green sparkling eyes that never ceased to bright; maybe it was his smile, that one that never left his face, maybe it was just him. He was a nice guy, he was kind and smart. Probably the best guy you had ever liked.

And it scared you.

Actually, it was stupid. You had always been with “bad guys”. You just couldn’t help it and, most of times, they ended up hurting you. Somehow you deserved it, as Thea always told you. And for the first time, you liked a normal guy, a nice one, and you got scared. It made no sense. You wish you could talk to Thea about it, or at least someone, but you didn’t have many friends. You knew some people from college that you liked, but you didn’t get on that much with anyone just yet.

Luckily for you, the moment you got off the car once you get to the college, you knew who you could call: Felicity. She wouldn’t tell Oliver or Thea if you asked her not to. She could be trusted. So you leaned against your car, after checking you still had time, and dialed the hacker’s number.

“What do I own the honor?” Her voice said on the other side after the second tone. You smiled widely.

“I need some…boys advice” you told her.

“Do you think I’m the best for that?” She laughed.

“Probably not. But I don’t want Oliver or Thea to know about him and I know you won’t tell them” you explained.

“It is about that Barry that didn’t stop calling you?” She asked. She really was good. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes” she laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I like him” you said. Saying it out loud to someone else actually felt good, it was like taking something off your shoulders.

“So…? I kinda put that together when you were here” Felicity replied.

“I’m scared” you shrugged as you looked down at your shoes. “He’s a good guy, really. For once, I’ve found a nice man who likes me back and I’m scared” you chuckled shaking your head. “Does it make sense?”

“Liking someone is always scary” she said. “Maybe it scares you the most because you don’t know how to handle a good boy” she added laughing a little.

“Maybe” you sighed. “I have a date with him tonight and I’m already nervous” you admitted.

“I know it’s probably the first advice in the book but just be yourself (Y/N).” She said. “It’s obvious, but that’s the best thing you can do. I don’t think there’s nothing you can do to shake off the nerves but being yourself with him is your best weapon”

“I guess…” you whispered. “But I’ve been myself the whole time and it hasn’t been working out that much” you told her as you remembered the two times he left you.

“Just give it another shot and if it still doesn’t work then, maybe, he’s not for you” she said.

You frowned and looked up. You hadn’t really thought about that. Maybe you just weren’t meant to be as more than friends.

“You’re right” you nodded. “I’ll give it another shot and we’ll see what happens I guess” you shrugged. “Thank you, Smoak” you smiled.

“Anytime. And don’t worry, I won’t tell your brother or your sister” she assured you.

“And thank you for that” you smiled even more. “I gotta go. Thank you again!” You repeated before hanging up the phone.

After that small talk you definitely felt much better so you took your bag from the car and headed straight to the building where you would be having your first class of the day.

“I can’t believe she agreed” Cisco said laughing.

After running into you, Barry had ran straight to STAR Labs. They still had to catch the Black Siren so he had called in sick at the CCPD so he could work with the team the whole day to catch the meta. Of course, the first thing he did when he got there, was telling Cisco about the encounter he had with you.

“That makes two of us” Barry smiled. “I’m just glad she did” he sighed.

“Just try and don’t screw it up again” Cisco told him.

“Wally will handle it tonight” Barry said. “I’ll talk to him and I’m sure it won’t be a problem” he added.

“Good idea” Cisco nodded. “What if Black Siren shows up?” He asked. Barry sighed looking at his friend.

“Let’s just hope she doesn’t” was all he could say with a shrug.

He knew the possibility was there and he wanted to trust Wally to handle it, but at the back of his mind he knew Iris’ brother was still learning and he didn’t want to leave him alone, even less facing a metahuman from another earth.

Later that day, Barry was a wreck of nerves. He knew this was his last chance to make it right to you and he really didn’t want to mess it up again. He had everything planned, he had made sure nobody interrupted him during your date and was ready to go and pick you up.

“You really should take a shower and change first” Iris said. They were all at STAR Labs and, of course, everyone knew about Barry’s date with you.

“What?” Barry asked, getting out of his thoughts.

“Shower, Barry. You smell” Iris laughed as she walked over to him. “Are you ok?”  She asked with smile.

“I’m nervous” he admitted with a sigh. “I don’t want to mess it up again” he added looking down at his best friend.

“You won’t” she reassured him. “We have everything covered here, I promise. Now go” she told him.

“Okay…just call me if anything comes up” he said before speeding out of the cortex.

“We won’t” Irish laughed.

They all had talked about it. It didn’t matter what happened that night, they wouldn’t call Barry. Wally could handle it by himself perfectly and they knew how important that night was for Barry.

Once again and one last time, you were making your way towards Jitters to meet up with Barry. You didn’t expect much since you didn’t want to get your hopes up once again for nothing. But somehow, a part of you told you this time was going to be different, that things were going to be alright.

When you turned the corner of Jitters, Barry was already waiting at the door. You checked the time on your phone thinking that maybe you were late but no, he was earlier than you were. Good sign. With a small smile, you approached him.

“Hey there runner” you said to catch his attention.

“What?” He frowned looking down at you.

“Easy tiger” you laughed. “It looked like you came running since you arrived even sooner than I did” you explained.

“Oh right” he chuckled nervously. “I got out of work early so…” he shrugged.

“I see” you smiled. “So where to this time?” You asked with your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket.

“Have you ever been at the Central City coast?” He smiled.

“Actually I haven’t” you smiled back. You loved the coast and you loved the beach so if he was taking you there, it was going to be a perfect date. “That’s where we are going?” You asked biting your lip.

“Sort of” he winked and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t play de mysterious now” you laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hand around yours.

“I’m not. It’s just a surprise” he told you.

Then, he stopped in front of a car, unlocked it and opened the passenger door for you. You got in and buckled yourself as you waited for him to get in the car.

“I didn’t know you had a car” you smiled.

“There are many things you don’t know about me” he said with a wink.

“True” you smiled. “And when will I know them?”

“As soon as you start asking” he shrugged.

“I like that” you laughed as he started the engine. “Where are we going?” You asked again in another attempt of finding out.

“Wait and see” he laughed. “Impatient” he added.

“You have no idea” you told him.

You didn’t stop looking out of the window, trying to figure out where he might be taking you but unfortunately, you didn’t know the city, therefore, you didn’t know the streets. So there was no way of telling where he was taking you.

“Are we leaving the city?” You asked with a frown.

“Yes, but we’re not going far” he replied, focused on the road.

That was the first time you turned to look at him since he started driving and you had to admit it was hot. You didn’t know why, but there had always been something about guys driving that drove you crazy. There was something really hot in seeing them with a hand on the wheel as they focused on the road. You just didn’t know what, but you couldn’t help staring.

“Take a photo. It will last longer” he smirked.

You blushed and looked away immediately. You couldn’t be more obvious right? With a low chuckle, you looked back out of the window at the city lights that were now further away than before.

“We’re almost there” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“Good” you said. “I hope you’re taking me to a super-secret restaurant in the middle of nowhere because I’m starving” you told him.

“Don’t worry” he smiled. “I brought food”

“Then you have my heart” you laughed.

“Do I?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Wait and see” you mocked him, making him laugh.

After a few more minutes, he got off the road and started driving down a path.

“Are you going to murder me?” You joked.

“I don’t think we will take it that far” he joked back. You laughed and looked at him. You really liked how he always had a comeback for your sarcastic comments.

It didn’t take much longer before he stopped the car. There was absolutely nothing around you, which kind of confused you. Where had he taken you? When he got out of the car, you unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the door just when he was waiting for you to help you out.

“Where are we?” You asked. You couldn’t really see his face since it was so dark around you.

“Wait here, I’m going to take the food and some stuff we need. We’re going to have to walk a bit but not much” he informed you.

You nodded and watched his shadow walk to the back of the car. You heard how he opened the trunk and then closed it again before going back to you.

“Grab my hand and don’t let go” he said.

You did as he told you just before he started walking. You wish you knew where you were setting your feet but you had no idea. What if you stepped on a snake or something like that? Luckily, you didn’t have to walk too much.

“Here it is. You can look up” he said with a low chuckle.

You looked up at him but then looked around in awe. You were on a cliff from where you could see the whole city with all the lights on, along with the shore and the sea. It was beautiful! You felt Barry letting go of your hand but you didn’t even move since you were too shocked by the views.

“Earth to (Y/N)”, Barry said after a while, standing in front of you and blocking your amazing view.

“This is beautiful” you told him looking up.

“Yeah…” he smiled looking around as well. “I thought you said you were hungry” he said pointing to his side.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when you saw the bonfire he had started. “When did you do that?” You asked with a confused frown.

“When you were all E.T. there for a moment” he smiled.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “We don’t have these views in Star City” you shrugged.

“I know” he smiled taking your hand again and leading you to the bonfire. He had also put a blanket on the ground so you sat down with a sigh.

“Have you ever been to Star City?” You asked turning to look at him after you warmed up your hands.

“A couple of times to visit a friend” he nodded with a smile. “Which one do you prefer? Starling or Central?” He asked taking out a few sandwiches from the basket he had been carrying.

“Tough one” you smiled. “And it’s Star, by the way”

“I know, but I prefer Starling” he shrugged.

“Me too” you admitted with a nod. “And I don’t know… I grew up in Star City. It’s my home. But it hasn’t felt like home lately to be honest” you told him as you took the sandwich he offered. “It’s like Central City is warmer somehow but I don’t think I can chose” you finally said.

“Fair enough” he said with a nod.

“Have you always been here?” You asked and took a bite.

“Born and raised here” he nodded. “What about you? Have you ever lived somewhere else?” he asked.

“No” you shook your head. “My parents had their jobs there in Star City so they couldn’t leave and none of us really wanted to” you shrugged.

“You never talk about your family” he commented.

“There’s not much to say” you said quickly.

It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about. Your name was always linked to tragedy and you weren’t that far away from home. You were sure if you said who you were, Barry would know, he would know who Oliver is, what happened to your mother and to your father, and he would start asking questions you didn’t want to answer. You had done it for so many time already. So lying was easier.

“My parents died in a car accident” you told him. “I was 17 years old when it happened so it was me, my brother and my sister to take care of each other”

“I’m so sorry” he frowned.

“Thank you” you smiled a little. “I’m happy with them. They’re the best I have but it was time to move forward and staying in Star City wasn’t the way to do it so…here I am” you said looking at him. He smiled a little and wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m glad you decided to come here” he said smiling down at you.

“Me too” you agreed. He chuckled as he looked into your eyes as you looked into his.

Those damn eyes you could never ever forget from now own. You looked down at his mouth before looking away. You really wanted to kiss him but maybe it was too soon. You looked back at him just to see that he was still looking straight at you, making you nervous.

“There’s something I want to do” he said smiling a little. “That maybe will make you go away or will make you stay for a long time with me” he added looking down at your lips.

You could literally feel your heart pounding in your ears and you were thankful for the small amount if light that kept him from seeing your red cheeks.

“You should give it a try” you said, feeling your throat completely dry.

“You think so?” He asked with a small smile as he leaned in a bit closer. “Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing” you chuckled nervously.

“Oh I’m not teasing” he whispered. “I’m just making sure this is what you want” he smirked. Bastard. He was going to make you kiss him.

But he didn’t want you were a Queen and a Queen never backs away. So you narrowed your eyes at him and placed a hand on his cheek, breaking the distance between you two and kissing him slowly. His free hand went to your cheek as he moved the other one down to your hips, kissing you back immediately, still smiling against your lips. Slowly, he laid you down on the blanket, laying on the top of you as he deepened the kiss.

Both of you wanted to take it to the next level but you also knew it was too soon and it wasn’t the place. So he was the one breaking the kiss but didn’t get off you. He looked at you with a growing smile on his lips as you smiled back. Then, out of nowhere, you two just started laughing, filling the silent night with laughter.

Senior | {Brett Talbot Imagine}

Senior | Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking (?)

A/N: In this imagine Brett goes to BHHS and is a Senior along with Scott and the pack, You are a Junior along with Liam.

Sry for this being on the short side.

I love Brett and Theo lately so expect lots of imagines featuring them.

Song Suggestion:

You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship


You and Brett have always been together,

Even though he is a year older than you you have been best friends since you two were toddlers.

You shared your deepest darkest secrets with each other, including one supernatural one.

But there was one little dark secret you swore yourself to never tell;

You had feelings for Brett.

You and Brett had a special relationship,

It consisted of flirting, teasing, insults, extreme sarcasm and sexual tension.

You were there for each other in your darkest times just to be with each other on your brightest.

Along with all of this, Brett was incredibly protective of you; wether it was boys or overall safety Brett was always there for you even when you didn’t exactly want him there.


The bright lights were flashing before your eyes,

The smell of reeking alcohol and sweat,

The loud music pounding in your ears,

It almost didn’t feel real.

Lydia decided to take you and Malia with her to a party she was invited, A Senior party.


You were dancing with a drink in your hand, you weren’t such of a big drinker and you still weren’t at this party although you did have a drink or two.

You were jumping and swaying to the beat of the music,

Your hair waving from side to side.

Occasionally some senior would come up to you and dance with you, You noticed some checking you out every once in a while.

You feel your phone vibrating in your purse and take it out to check.

Brett: Hey ;)

You smiled at your phone before going to the side to answer him.

Y/N: Hey, wyd?

Brett: Friends, u?

Y/N: Party with Lydia and Malia.

Brett: Drinks?

Y/N: Yeah y?

Brett: I’m coming wait there.

Y/N: what y?

Y/N: Brett?

Y/N: ??

You groaned at your phone and turned it off placing it back in your purse.

You decide to go back to dancing and after a couple minutes some senior comes up to you,

He was quite good looking and much taller than you.

You two start dancing and he starts getting closer to you placing a hand on your hip.

You notice this but don’t do anything,

It didn’t bother you so why not.

Suddenly you feel a strong hand on your shoulder,

The other senior walks away and you turn to find Brett standing in front of you.

You hug him wrapping your arms around his neck as you barely reached him, even on three inch heels.

He holds your hand and leads you outside towards his car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Taking you home.”

“I don’t need a babysitter Brett.”

“And I’m not here to be one but I know what could happen to you at this party.”

“I’m fine Brett.”

“I know you are and I don’t want that to change so get in the car.”

“No, I’m having fun and you can’t tell me what do.”

“Look, That guy you were dancing with, I know him and I know what he was planning to do with you and besides that I’m not so happy with the fact that your drinking.“

“I only had like two drinks.”

“I don’t care, come on.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms on your chest and got in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent,

You occasionally caught Brett glancing at you with the slightest smirk on his lips.

He parked the car in front of your drive way and you got out the car and closed the door behind you not saying a word to Brett.

He got out the car and started walking after you.

“Y/N.” He shouted towards you causing you to stop and turn his way.

“What? You wanna follow me to my bedroom as well?” You sassed with your arms crossed on your chest.

“As much as I would love that I actually need to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes as he started walking to you closing the distance between you.

He held your hand in his and looked into your eyes,

You looked into his crystal green eyes and kept your face neutral,

Your heart was starting to race and the butterflies in your stomach started to get wild.

“Look, I don’t really know how to say this but I really like you Y/N, Hell I love you and I was hoping you do too.”

You took a second to understand what was happening, You couldn’t believe that Brett just said that he liked you, No; He loved you.

You looked at him in adoring eyes,

You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

Before thinking twice you bring your hands up to the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss full of love and lust.

He was a little shocked at first but quickly kissed you back bringing his hands down to your waist pulling your body closer to his.

Your soft lips mash against his as you tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Your lips part as he rests his forehead on yours,

Your eyes still closed as you two try to regain your breath.

“I don’t care that you’re a senior Brett, I love you; I always did.” You say between breathes.

You felt a smile grow on his face.

“I have an idea” You said enthusiastically.

Brett raised his brow and looked at you slightly confused.

“How about you drive the both of us back to the party-“ You were stopped by Bretts lips pressing against yours again.

“Nice try, Not working.” He winked at you.

“You can really act like an asshole sometimes.” You sassed.

“Thanks, I love you too babe.” He said giving you another peck as you giggled into the kiss.


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Part 2
Part 1 is here

You hated being injured. Just sitting around, waiting to heal, wasn’t really one of your stengths.
So you took your training up again anyway. Nobody had to know and the faster you were back on your standard level, the faster you could get out in the field and everybody would be happy.

But your maltreated body wasn’t playing along. You had to breath through the pain more than once and before you had realized it, your body tried to knock you out.
You managed to not lose consciousness but you still went to the ground. Only two strong arms keeping you from falling hard, while you again tried to breath through the pain, waiting for the black spots in your gaze to vanish.

“Are you crazy (y/n)?! What are you doing?” Alec slowly lowered your body to the floor before letting go, so he could look down at you.
Yeah, his worried hazel eyes weren’t really helping.
“I’m training! …or at least I tried”, you gave back.
“As I’m seeing it, you are only hurting yourself!”
“I’m not-”, you tried to defen yourself but Alec stopped you with a hand move.
“No more training until you’re fully healed.”
“How do you want to managed that? Follow me around 24/7?”

For a moment he looked confused before grining at you.
“That’s my plan exactly.”
“But I don’t need it.”
“Well, I’m still going to do it, (y/n).”

You couldn’t really be mad about it. Maybe you couldn’t train but at least Alec would play your nurse.

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Can you do “All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?” With Bruce Wayne? Please??


You had met Bruce in an unconventional circumstance, you were just a small time artist and somehow had gotten an invitation to a gala that only the best of the best of Gotham’s elite could attend. 

Sure it was mainly to sell some of your paintings, but still, you were nervous and of course you were the one who ended up spilling bright red wine on the dress shirt that just so happened to belong to the man who’s family had pretty much owned Gotham. Who else but Bruce Wayne himself?

You didn’t know it but, Bruce found your personality endearing, and he was glad to find someone who didn’t constantly throw themselves at him for who he was. 

So he helped you calm down, no real harm was done except to his shirt (but he could buy some more) and the two of you had found yourselves talking to one another for pretty much the rest of the Gala. 

The rest was history.

Being with Bruce was an experience in itself. 

The media liked to play you out either as the innocent person that had come to the city to follow their dreams and found love instead, or you had only been with your boyfriend for his money, which absolutely was not true. But you were with a man you cared about and he cared about you, and in your opinion, that’s all that mattered.

Another thing was that Bruce tended to spoil you, and he spoiled you a lot. If you happened to look at something for more than a few seconds, then he’d buy it for you, your poor closet was running out of space. 

Yes, they all were nice looking and the thought of them was kind but still, you didn’t really need all of it.

And it sort of made you feel bad if he was spending all this on you, but you got him nothing in return? 

When Bruce had gotten a message from you saying how you were coming to visit the manor, a small smile had grown on his features, until he saw that you wanted to talk. 

He already had a tough day at Wayne Enterprises, and he was worried what you were going to say to him when you arrived. 

Was it something he did? If so, what did he do? How could he have messed up? Shaking his head from those thoughts, he waited until you arrived.

Bruce seemed off. You were wishing you weren’t so vague when you texted him saying you wanted to talk. 

Currently, you both were walking through the large garden of the manor, in a small silence. 

“So,” He began after clearing his throat, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, it probably sounds stupid now that I think about it,” You murmured sheepishly. 

“It’s nothing terrible I promise,” You added quickly.

“If you think it’s important enough to talk about, then it’s not stupid,” Bruce assured you.

You nodded, before speaking, “So you know how you got me that new coat last week?”

“Yes, what’s the matter? Is it bad? I can get you a new one?”

“That’s it, though,” You started, “The gifts are all wonderful and everything, but I don’t really need them.”

Poor Bruce actually looked confused (and the expression on his face was adorable), “What do you mean?”

“As wonderful as your gifts are, I don’t think you have to spend anything on me. You don’t need to spend anything just so that our relationship will work.”

“But if all the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”

You stopped walking, you could only imagine the type of people he went out with before, seeing as how they were only superficial to want to be with him for his fortunes.

Hugging the much taller man, you said, “Oh Bruce, you don’t need any money to make me happy. If tomorrow comes and we end up being the poorest people in the world, then we’ll be the poorest in the world together.”

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh, before admitting, “You know, I was actually worried for a second, I thought you were breaking up with me when you said you wanted to talk.”

This time it was your turn to laugh a little, “Nope not a chance Bruce,” You kissed him on the cheek before adding, “You’re stuck with me.”

Bruce’s sons (although one claimed otherwise he totally was) watched the whole thing unfold.

“See I told you, they are perfect for him!” The oldest proclaimed proudly.

“Yeah yeah, you totally had your doubts,” The second oldest replied, rolling his eyes.

“They make each other happy that should count right?” A third voice added, watching them fondly.

“For once I agree with Drake, (L/N) does make my father happy,” The last and younger sounding voice added.

“You know your boys were totally watching us right?”

“Yup, I saw them as soon as we walked into the garden.”

Love you more - Jimin scenario

A/N: Okay so I’ve suddenly got major Jimin feels and somehow this song got me more Jimin feels so I will drown you guys  in the Jimin feels too. Listen to this song while reading this to experience it full. Have fun!

(Racoon - Love you more. Seriously this song is always giving me the feels ugghh)

Genre: Angst/ Happy ending (woooohoooooo!)

Wordcount: 2.9 k

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

It wasn’t what you could call a beautiful day, well that was what most people thought but to you it couldn’t be more perfect. It was lovely enough to lay down in the meadow between the dandelions to look at the clouds floating by. To feel the grass tickling your skin as the wind softly blew. Your eyes wandered back to look out of the window from the taxi, seeing people walking past as they all seemed to be in a rush. Not even sparing a glance at one another as they wanted to reach their destination as fast as they can. No one seemed to smile and you knew that out of all these people marching past, one just one would have still dreams, working for it to come true as the others just lived to work. At least that is what you read on their faces as you scanned each one of them.

Shaking your head in disagreement, your eyes found the blue sky again, blue surrounded by white patches, going on an adventure. you leaned your head against the window as your thoughts wandered back to a couple of months ago.

You were exhausted and all you wanted was to get home, leave your jacket, shoes and purse somewhere in a corner so you could plant your face in the couch and maybe, maybe your boyfriend was home and nice enough to cuddle with you as you both would rant about your day  but that was thrown out of the window when loud voices filled your ears once you opened the door. Letting out a sigh, you took of your shoes and put them neatly next to the others. You threw your purse and jacket in the corner and dropped the housekeys on the table.

Before entering the living room, you ruffled your hair and shook your head to get rid of the irritation which was already starting to boil. You noticed how you were never alone with Jimin anymore. He always brought someone with and left with them too, telling you he needed to get up early to practice and you understood that but it hurt. As if he was trying to distance from you, as if he was afraid to be alone with you.

‘’Hey guys.’’ You greeted them while you walked over to the kitchen to make some tea. ‘’Oh hello y/n.’’ Seokjin greeted you back with a smile who was sitting on the kitchen table, typing away on the laptop. Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi welcomed you back too but the other three just mumbled a ‘’hi’’  too much into the game to really acknowlegde your presence.

When you finally had put the water in the kettle, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned down against the kitchen table, hoping the water would boil soon, so you could retreat in your bedroom,already feeling the pounding of your headache.

‘’I’m sorry y/n.’’ The sudden apology from Yoongi who had sat down at the kitchentable to join you and Seokjin surprised you. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You furrowed your eyebrows not understanding why he was apologizing. ‘’I can tell you’re not really happy with us being here.’’ he shrugged, turning around in his chair so he could face you. ‘’I mean, I understand.’’ Yoongi quickly continued as he saw the guilt written on your face. ‘’You must be tired and than you’re not waiting for a bunch of people lounging in your house.’’

You pouted your lips, feeling wrong you wanted to be alone and actually wanting them out of the house for now. ‘’It’s okay really. We understand. We were about to leave anyways.’’ Seokjin closed his laptop, stood up and patted your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you, you shouldn’t feel guilty.

‘’Guys we should leave. it’s already late and we have an early schedule. So chop chop, get your shoes and jackets.’’ Seokjin announced. The rest of the boys mumbled and got up from the couch trailing behind Seokjin and Yoongi who were already in the hallway.

The waterboiler clicked, indicating the water was ready so you turned around to get your well deserved tea.

After quick goodbye’s you sat down at the table. The warmth of the tea soothing your headache and relaxing your body but that was for a short notice when you saw Jimin entering the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and decided to ignore it, not wanting to fight. ‘’Did you send them away?’’ he asked you, voice laced with irritation. Turning your head around to look at him, you saw him standing with his back against the fridge, looking pissed. ‘’What’s wrong Jimin?’’ you sounded exhausted, your voice monotone. ‘’Well did you send them away or not?’’

‘’No I did not.’’ you answered his question and turned back to sip from your tea. ‘’And besides it’s my house so what if I did?’’ you added, getting annoyed aswell. ‘’Oh that’s just nice y/n. That doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want’’ What was he saying? ‘’Are you fucking serious right now?’’ You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, standing up from your chair to face him.  ‘’Yes I am serious y/n. Do you see me laughing?’’ he scoffed, stepping away from the fridge to stand closer to you. ‘’unfortunately not. I wish you were because you’re being ridiculous right now. It’s my house but you’re saying I can’t do whatever I want and that I have to suck it up. wow that’s real rich of you Jimin. really. Actually it’s really funny now I think about it.’’ you laughed humorlessly.

‘’I am tired Jimin. All I wanted was to get home, get in bed to cuddle with you and coming home to 7 people in the house is not what I need at this moment. So please.. please stop this nonsense and tell me what’s wrong’’

You were mentally and physically drained. Your boss who had been yelling at you for your incorrect Korean. The clients who have been nagging all day, wanting to speak to someone else since you were having trouble with understanding them because they were speaking so fast. So this was not what you needed right now. You needed his comfort, you needed him to tell you it was alright and you were doing your best.

Rubbing your hands over your face, to ‘wipe’ away everything from today before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together as you smiled at him. ‘’No y/n.’’ he yanked his hands from yours and walked away. Your heart skipped a beat when he dissapeared in the hallway. Was he leaving again? ‘’Where are you going?’’ You followed him, seeing he was putting on his shoes. ‘’Are you leaving again? Seriously Jimin?’’ quickly grabbing his other shoe you retreated back to the living room. Yeah maybe you were childish but you did not want him to leave. The past couple of weeks have been hard. It seemed like you and Jimin were on difficult roads now since the only thing you have been doing is fight which always ended up in him leaving, so you did what you could think of at the moment to stop him from leaving and that was his shoe.

‘’Y/n. give me back my shoe.’’Jimin sternly said when he stood before you, reaching for it but you turned away. ‘’Not until you tell me what’s going on? We are never alone anymore and when we do, you’re always angry. Have I done something wrong? ’’ The exhaustion you felt at first had been replaced by anxiousness. This feeling you felt right now, felt not right, not right at all.

‘’Don’t be so childisch now. Give me back my shoe.’’ He ignored your questions, still trying to get it back ‘’You’re not getting it back until your answer my question Jimin.’’ it was you who sounded stern now. Demanding an answer.

‘’For fuck’s sake y/n. Give it back!’’ He slammed his hand on the table, causing the little vases to rattle. You froze from his sudden outburst as you looked at him shocked. He was heavily breathing, his face was red, his hands were clenched against his side as he looked down, his fringe hiding his eyes.

‘’J-j-jimin. I..” you didn’t know what to say. If you were honest, you got a bit scared.

‘’Just give it back.’’ He demanded cutting you of, holding his hand out, daring to look you in the eyes.

Not wanting to provoke him any further you placed his shoe in his awaiting hand but before he could turn around, you pulled him into your arms, holding him tightly. The tears that pooled in your eyes, escaped the prison now rolling down to freedom. The pain you felt in your heart was unbearable. The emotions running wildly through your body, not knowing which emotion to choose from as you felt them all. Anxious, overwhelmed, tired, love and above all heartbreak. You could hear the crack in your heart as you silently wheeped on his shoulders. One hand clutching his shirt as the other rubbed his neck.

Jimin wasn’t moving at all. He just stood there with his hands by his side.  ‘’Please come back okay? I will wait for you. You know I will. Just try to understand your feelings. It’s not wrong to feel like this Jimin. It’s human. Lots of people feel like this. You shouldn’t bottle them up, not for the sake of others. Think of yourself Jimin.. you know I’ve been telling you this so please listen to me for once hmm?’’ You rambled on. ‘’It’s okay. You will be fine.’’ you sushed him, well you tried to comfort yourself more with those last words, knowing when the door clicked shut, your heart would drop but since it was for his happiness, you could handle it, you had to handle it. You catched on, finally understanding what was going through his head when you saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes.

You were so into comforting him and yourself, you did not notice that he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. ‘’I’m sorry y/n.. I really am. I don’t know how to feel right now. I still like you but.. but for some reason it feels different than before and I’m confused.’’ Jimin softly spoke when he felt you stop rubbing his neck. He sounded a bit shaky and his arms felt suffocating instead of comforting what you hoped for.

Pulling away from the hug, you held him at arm distance. You just looked at him with a sad smile, tracing his cheek with your indexfinger, feeling the soft skin on yours as you tried to remember how he feels. “Now put on your stupid shoe and go. I will be waiting, yeah?” you giggled through your tears to lighten up the mood a little.


‘’No Jimin, please don’t say anything.’’ you started,not wanting to hear another apology. Cause what was he apologizing for? People don’t apologize in this kind of situations. You just watched him getting himself ready to leave.

You could see he didn’t know what to do. Jimin was fumbling with the strings on his jacket, ready to leave but not quite yet.

‘’Just so you know.. It’s not a break up it’s just that..’’ He paused, slowly walking over to you as his hands fell on your shoulders. ‘’I still like you I really do but to figure somethings out I think time apart will do us good.’’ he finished, showing you a light smile, squeezing your shoulders in reassurance. You nodded, sending him a little smile back. Stepping back, Jimin turned around and walked out of your house, leaving you in this empty hole.

That really were some tough 3 months. Three months without Jimin. 12 weeks without his laugh, without his voice. But you survived. He was right it had done you good. The first month you were pissed. Pissed at him. How dare he to leave your heart in that state. You couldn’t see things positive anymore. The sky wasn’t blue but grey and you hated those bright sunny days. How could the sun shine so fully and warm while you exactly felt the opposite. Scoffing at couples who dare to held eachothers hand in public and at people who dared to smile.

Yep you were pathetic the first month so you decided to leave the country for awhile and get on the first plane to your fatherland. Dropping everything to help your breathe normally once again and you were right, it had done you good. You had to get used to it at first since it had been a while you were here but eventually you got the hang of it and it went well. Yeah you still missed Jimin but not seeing his face everywhere helped you cope with this break thingy, whatever it was.

The other two monts went by quickly. You visited your family ofcourse, went to your favourite dessertshop, which was still there, luckily for you and just do things that sparked your childhood memories. And it was on that day, that you suddenly got a call from Jimin.

‘’Jimin?’’ you questioned when you saw the caller id.

‘’y/n! where the hell are you?’’ he sounded out of breath and you heard some shuffling in the background. ‘’and why are some of your stuff gone? Those drawers are pretty empty and your toothbrush is gone and so are you morning and night creams. Where the heck are you? Waa I don’t like this at all. If you are doing this to get back at me, than please stop right now because it’s working.’’ he rambled on and on. His gentle voice dripped with fear and his breathing quickened with every word he spat out.  Was he at your house? Of course he was… but did that mean? You couldn’t help but to smile at the thought.

‘’Jimin.’’ you giggled, placing your phone between your ear and shoulder, quickly running to grab your suitcase, throwing it on the bed and started to pack.

‘’Why are you laughing y/n!? This is not funny you know.’’ He whined. You assumed he sat down when you noticed his breathing seemed to be more natural. ‘’Calm down, you don’t have to worry I am already packing as we speak.’’

‘’Packing?! What do you mean packing? Where the heck are you?’’

‘’Packing as in packing Jimin. I don’t know what you’re doing when you’re packing but I am packing as in packing. You know clothes and toothbrush.’’ You jokingly explained. It was weird when he only had to say your name, your heart did backflips. ‘’and to answer your question i’m in (y/c/n). Don’t panick, I will get the very first flight to Korea. So wait for me, yeah?’’

Jimin mumbled, complaining that you were doing this on purpose, that you were an evil woman to scare him like that. After easing his worries, you uttered quick goodbye’s and jumped in the car heading to the airport.

Thanking the man for getting you safe at the house after you paid him, you snatched your lugagge of the backseat, threw the door closed and ran up to your house, your hands already searching your pockets for the keys. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and your face hurt from smiling so wide but the only thing you could think of was Jimin waiting inside your house.

Just as you wanted to put the keys in the lock, the door flew open and arms were thrown around your neck. This caused you to stumble from the sudden force and weight and well you fell down. But you didn’t care.. the familiar scent calmed your fast beating heart immediately as you finally felt whole again. The tightness of his arm around you did comfort you this time and you quickly returned the hug. ‘’I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.’’ Jimin whispered in your hair repeatedly, taking in your warmth and scent. ‘’I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. God I missed you so much. I didn’t know what I was thinking.. I was a fucking idiot. A real fucking idiot. I’m an ass..’’ Laughing out loud, you smacked his butt to stop him from swearing at himself. ‘’Oooohh…’’ Jimin groaned. ‘’Gosh Jimin. Stop it yeah. First let’s get up. My butt is getting cold. ‘’Oh right. Of course.’’ He held your hands and hoisted you from the ground after he got of off you.

‘’Here let me wipe your butt.’’ He smirked, smacking your butt as he did so. to get ‘rid’ of the dirt. ‘’Jimin! stop it!’’ You scolded him, embarsassed because you were standing outside. ‘’Come here.’’ he said softly, cupping your neck with his hand to bring you closer. ‘’What is it?’’ you smiled, stroking his cheek in admiration. ‘’I missed you.’’ Jimin whispered and closed the gap, gently placing his lips ontop of yours. ‘

To you it felt like the first kiss all over again. Your heart exploded in little butterflies, as your stomach churned in excitement. Lips moving insync, hands gripping onto his hair as his tightened around your waist, holding your body as close as he could. The once innocent and sweet kiss turned into desperation and need. The moans that left his body aroused you more than you already were. The heat and love were overwhelming, you couldn’t take it anymore and broke the kiss lead him to sought after your lips and whined.

‘’Catch me.’’ You jumped, wrapping your arms and legs around him. ‘’Now shall we take this further inside?’’ you whispered and kissed his ear what provoked a moan out of him.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’Hmm I love you more’’


I'm So Glad You Asked Me To Hang Out (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, mention of Connor Murphy’s suicide, cursing 

A/N: I decided to write some angst to switch things up and oh man is it a long one. I’m sorry if it’s not that good, I’m not used to writing angst and it took me a good couple days to get it the way I wanted it. Thank you guys so much for the love on the other fics, it makes me want to continue writing! Requests are open so ask away! 


You were at Jared’s house working on an assignment for your math class. You were sitting in a chair on the deck in the backyard. Jared was sat across from you, typing away on his computer. You two weren’t really close friends or anything. You had just known each other from being in the same classes since kindergarten. He wasn’t someone that you would reveal your darkest secrets to, but you could always hold a conversation with him in social interactions. 

You both were partners for your math project, hence why you were at his house. His house was surprisingly really nice and neat. It had been far too quiet for far too long. One of you needed to say something, but it looks like Jared wasn’t going to initiate conversation any time soon. 

“So, pretty sad about what happened to Connor.” 

“Eh, I guess.” 

“You never liked him, did you?” 

“Not really. The dude’s a psychopath.” 

“I kinda feel bad for never really talking to him. If only somebody knew about how much he was hurting…” 

“I give it a few days before everyone completely forgets about him.” 

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

You could agree on that. You never really understood why Jared didn’t have that many friends. Maybe because he spoke honestly about his opinion on certain subjects and it turns people off? Who knows? You respected how honest he was with himself and others.

With how the school year has been so far with Connor Murphy’s suicide, you decided that you should start being nicer to others and try to make more friends. It was your senior year and you didn’t have that many friends. You only had, as Alana Beck would call them, close acquaintances. Acquaintances that you can sit with at lunch, but can never really relate to. You also weren’t the most talkative person either. You never really knew how to join in on conversations without coming across as annoying. Maybe that’s why you have so much respect for Jared. He just doesn’t give a shit about what others think of him. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?”

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Was I staring?”

“You were totally zoned out there for a minute.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“You’re probably the farthest from weird as you can get.”

You smiled at his words and noticed he turned his gaze back to his computer screen.

“So, since when are you and Evan friends?”

“We’re family friends, not actual friends.”

“Well, I see you talking to him a lot at school, so I just assumed.”

“I think he might have a crush on me something cause he keeps talking to me.”  

You playfully rolled your eyes. That was another thing about Jared. Jokes and sarcasm are his everyday language. You had to admit, even though it can be annoying sometimes, he was pretty funny. 

“He was best friends with Connor, right?”

“Yeah, he’s taking it really well, to be honest.”

“Who would’ve thought that Connor Murphy and Evan Hansen were friends?” 

“It’s definitely an unlikely situation…” 

That was weird. His voice wavered a bit with that last sentence. Maybe you were just making it up in your head. Nevertheless, you were slowly building up the courage to ask him to hang out. I mean, there’s no harm in asking someone that, right?

“Um, are you doing anything Friday night?”

Jared looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, no. Why?”

He seemed a bit worried for whatever reason. Then you understood when he said,

“Oh god. You’re not about to ask me out, are you?”

“What!? No! Nothing like that! I just wanted to hang out. A-As like buddies, you know? It just really hit me hard that you and I have known Connor for a long time, but never really said a word to him, at least, I didn’t and now he’s gone. I don’t really have any close friends, so I thought I’d start with you.”

He blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. You wanted the floor to swallow you up for saying what you said. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. Dammit, this is what you get for having one small wave of confidence. This is the exact situation you were scared of. You got out of your chair and started to walk away. 

“You know what, nevermind. It was stupid of me to ask-”

He stood up and faced you before you could exit through the wooden gate. 

“Uh, we can hang out. I-If you want. I don’t really have any other plans anyways.”

Your hand stopped on the latch and you slowly turned around and faced him. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked to the ground.

“Oh… okay. Cool. I’ll come over around 7. Sound good?”

“Yeah. 7 is perfect. Here’s my number if you ever wanna text and like send me memes or something.”

You giggled at how the over-confident Jared Kleinman can be just as awkward as you were. You gave him your phone so he could put in his number. You smiled at the photo he had already given himself for his contact. He had taken an intentionally bad photo of himself trying to make the ugliest face possible. You giggled at it as you walked out the gate and got into your car. __________________________________________________ 

It was Friday afternoon and you were shoving books into your locker when you felt a presence behind you. You closed the locker and was startled by Jared. He chuckled. 

“So, did you manage to get that assignment done for biology?”

“No, not yet. This math project is kicking my ass at the moment.”

“I feel you. Why does Mrs. Johnson give us the most confusing and lengthy projects? I feel like just not doing it at all.” 

“But you’re my partner and you’re going to work on it since my grade is involved.” 

He laughed. Just then Evan Hansen rounded the corner and Jared stops. You turn back to him as Evan approached closer. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just don’t want him to see me is all. Remember, he has that weird crush on me?”

You rolled your eyes and walked up to Evan as Jared reluctantly follows. Evan awkwardly looked around when you approached him.

“Hey, Evan. I’m really sorry about Connor. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.” 

“Thanks, that’s, um, so kind of you. H-He really meant alot to… me.”

“I’m sure he did. If you ever want to talk or just hang out, you can always come to me. In fact, Jared and I are hanging out today, do you want to come with?”

He gave you and Jared a confused look.

“Uh, Jared, I thought you were hanging out with your camp friends this weekend?”

“I am. Just not today, o-obviously.” 

Jared crossed his arms over his chest and tried to act like his usual confident-self, but it was kind of failing.

“Oh, I-I see. I would hang out, but I don’t want to intrude. I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

Evan awkwardly smiled at you. He locked eyes with Jared and hurriedly walked away. You watched him disappear into the hallway filled with kids. Okay that was really weird.

You walked alongside Jared and followed him to his car. You didn’t know if you should mention what Evan said to Jared. You didn’t want to pry, but you were curious.

“Camp friends?”

“Uh yeah. From earlier this summer.”

“If you were supposed to hang out with them, we don’t have t-”

“Can I tell you something?”

You nodded your head. Why was he being so weird? You’ve been talking and texting with him since monday night after leaving his house. He was being really suspicious.

“I lied about the camp friends thing.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed to hang out with me?” 

“No! That’s not it. I just…” 

“You just what? Why didn’t you want Evan to know?”

“Nevermind. Can we drop this? I’d rather just hang out with you and play some video games.”

“Fine. We can do that.”

What the hell was he going on about? There was definitely something going on that he needed to talk to somebody about, but is too scared to. You decided against pressing further on this issue. It really wasn’t any of your business anyways.

You arrived at his house and followed him to his basement where he had all of his consoles set up near the big flat screen tv. You were impressed with his huge selection of games on many different consoles. It’s totally like nerd heaven.

“Wow. This is really-”

“Lame, right?”

“I was actually going to say cool. You have a lot of games. I don’t really have that many games and such. I never was into them. I’m more of a bookworm.” 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to take your video game virginity then.”

You laughed. You sat down on the couch and he sat next to you. The night was filled with many laughs and many deaths considering you were terrible at all of the games you played. You still had fun, though. Even with Jared’s ruthless teasing. 


For weeks, you and Jared were getting closer and closer. You started coming out of your shell more and more with each day. You even became good friends with Alana and Evan. You even got the chance to talk to Connor’s sister, Zoe, on occasion.

Although, Jared was becoming weary that you were going to somehow figure out that Evan and Connor weren’t friends and that he is apart of the emails. lying to pretty much anyone who knows about the Connor Project. Jared remembered the look on your face when you found out about the Connor Project. You were so happy that he was involved in something so wonderful. He couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you asked him about the project. You were quickly becoming someone he genuinely enjoyed being around and he didn’t want to mess it up.

You broke him out of his thoughts when you placed your phone in front of him. He laughed at the meme on your phone and quickly sent it to him from your phone.

“I gotta say, your meme game has gotten stronger.”

“Yeah, all thanks to you. Here, look at this one! I found it last night, but wanted to show you in person!”

Okay, you can be adorable from time to time, but he would never let you know that. He never thought that he would ever become this close to you, but he’s really glad it happened. Just then, a girl came over. She had bright red hair with freckles all around her eyes. Her name was Kaitlyn and you had known her since middle school. She was definitely one of the more popular kids at your school. Way more popular than you or Jared. She was always nice to you and you respected her for it. She took the seat next to Jared.

“Hey, Jared, (Y/N).”

Jared greeted her and you did the same. You watched as Jared began talking to her about your guys’ math project and how he’s going to somehow incorporate conspiracy theories about the government in the presentation. You rolled your eyes. Kaitlyn laughed at his jokes. You eyed the two and watched them interact. She had her head on her hand and had a very lovey dovey look in her eyes when he spoke to her.

You didn’t know why, but you felt a pang of jealousy flow through you. Wait, why were you jealous? It’s not like you and Jared are dating. You guys are just friends and Kaitlyn is nice. You shook yourself from the thoughts and tried to ignore them. That wasn’t an easy thing to do.


You were at Jared’s house again. He was playing some violent game while you were reading from your new novel. You really enjoyed times like these where you both weren’t really saying anything, but were just comfortable being in the presence of each other. Jared hadn’t said anything for quite sometime and you gazed up at him from your book. You decided to make conversation.

“So, how long have you and Kaitlyn been friends?”

“That’s a bit out of the blue.”

“I’m just curious is all.”

“We’re not best friends or anything like that. She’s just nice and she talks to me. She also laughs at my jokes, so I keep her around to boost my confidence, you know.”

“Whatever you say, Kleinman.”

“What, are you jealous or something?”

“Why would I be jealous of her? If anything, I’m jealous of you. I wish pretty girls would laugh at my jokes.”

Jared chuckled at that and resumed his game. After a while, it started to get tense again. He had a sort of sad look on his face. What was he thinking about that made him so sad?

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“That definitely isn’t an ‘okay’ tone of voice.”

You hit the start button on his controller and took it from him.

“Come on, I was almost done with the level.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You hit pause and took the controller away.”

You rolled your eyes, yet again. There was the sarcasm.

“You know what I mean.”

He sighed and leaned against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. He ran a hand through his hair. He stared up at you and saw the worry in your face. He sat up.

“It’s nothing important, I promise.”

“Jared, I am here for you. Please tell me what’s going on, so I can help you.” 

You had rested your hand on his knee. Jared wasn’t used to this kind of affection before. He was just staring at your hand. Someone actually cared about him enough to try and help him with whatever was bothering him. This, of course, only made him feel even more guilty than before. His natural instinct to affection he doesn’t usually get from others is to hide and play it off. He sighed again.

“I can’t tell you.”

He removed your hand and turned his attention back to his game, resuming it. 

“Why not?” 

“I just can’t, okay? If I could tell you knowing that you’d still want to be friends with me, I would.”

“What the hell does that even mean? Why wouldn’t I be friends with you?” 

“Just forget it, please.”

Jared did this often. Something would bother him, you would try to get him to open up, then he tells you not to worry about it just when you think he’s going to tell you. You were beginning to get frustrated. Once again, maybe it wasn’t any of your business, but you guys were friends. He’s supposed to be able to tell you his problems, then you both work it out, right? You have opened up to him many times and he always listened. So, why couldn’t he do the same?

You went home that night thinking about ways you could get him to open up. You tried texting him about it because sometimes things are easier to say via text instead of face to face, right? He wouldn’t budge. This would require some serious researching. You entered many google searches to try and get ideas and options. You had found some articles that you thought would help. Guess what? They didn’t. Every idea they listed had no success with Jared. Whatever was bothering him, he really didn’t want you to know.

You were pacing your room when you got a text from Alana. Alana? That’s it! Alana was co-president of the Connor Murphy Project. Maybe she knows what’s up with Jared. After about half an hour of texting, you came to the conclusion that Jared was feeling left out. Evan didn’t really need his help with anything and he felt like Evan was just outcasting him. With this new information, you decided you weren’t going to talk about it, but you were going to act on it instead. You were going to get them to hang out, just the two of them. 


Two days later, you were at your locker again. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Evan and Jared talking. Perfect. You were just about to walk over there when you heard Evan say,

“You remember the Connor Project? You’re supposed to be working on this.” 

“Uh, remember you told me you didn’t need my help?”

“Well, I didn’t tell you to do nothing. Look, I know that you think it’s all a big joke, but it isn’t, it’s important.”

“For Connor.”

You slowly started to close your locker door to get a better look at the situation. 


“You know, when you really stop and think about it-Connor being dead, that’s pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to you, isn’t it?”

“That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“No, think about it. If Connor hadn’t died, no one would even know who you are. I mean, people at school actually talk to you now. You’re almost popular which is just wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles.”

“I don’t care about any of that. Okay, I don’t care if people at school know who I am. All I wanted was to-”

“Help the Murphy’s. Yeah I know, you keep saying that.”

You couldn’t believe a word that was coming out of Jared’s mouth. Was this true? You almost forgot you were supposed to be incognito when Zoe walked up. You put the locker door in front of your face again, but still remained within earshot.

“Hey, Jared.”

Zoe kissed Evan. Jared shook his head as he was beginning to walk away. 

“Look at you, helping the Murphy’s.”

Your brow furrowed and watched Jared walk down the hall. You closed your locker as he turned the corner and was out of your sight. What the hell just happened? Now, you wanted some answers. You quickly caught up with him before he headed out the doors.



“So, anything new with the Connor Project?”

“Ah, no not really. I don’t really want to be apart of that anymore.”

“Oh.. Why?” 

 You both stopped in front of his car door. 

“(Y/N), I know you heard everything.”

“You do?”

“You’ve had the same locker since freshman year.”

“Well, can you blame me for eavesdropping? I had to find out that you were having problems with Evan through Alana because you won’t talk to me.” 

“What is with you and wanting to help me?”

“That’s what friends do, Jared. They help each other.”

“Well, I guess you didn’t stop for one second and think ‘Hmm, Jared isn’t telling me his problems, maybe I shouldn’t bother him about it anymore because he obviously doesn’t want my help’. And it’s also none of your business.”

Ouch. That hurt. Alot. He did have a point, though. None of it was your business, but why is he so against some affection from you? You just wanted to be close to him and make him feel better about whatever was bothering him.  

“Look, Jared, I know you’re upset because Evan is kind of leaving you out to dry, but-” 

“I’m not upset about that okay!? God, I couldn’t care less about him. I am just so sick of you trying to fix everything. I don’t need or want your help. I won’t ever need your help and I won’t ever want it. Is that clear enough for you? Just leave me alone and don’t talk to me, okay?”

He angrily got in his car and sped off. Okay, so maybe talking to him after that whole situation wasn’t the best idea. When you got home, you cried. Why did you have to pressure him so much? Why couldn’t you have just been chill and not pry so much? You finally understood why you never had close friends. Nobody wants to friends with someone who smothers them. You stared at your phone, knowing you can never text him again, not after what happened today. __________________________________________________ 

Nevertheless, he got his message through to you. He didn’t want anything to do with you and you respected his wish. You really hoped that maybe within a couple of days, he would apologize and take it all back, but he hasn’t. You see him in the halls and you watch him do everything in his power to just pretend like you don’t exist.

You’ve never felt so alone before.

All the people that you used to sit at lunch with now seemed like faceless blobs that you didn’t care about anymore. Whenever you got the chance, you would look over at Jared, hoping he’d look back and smile, but he never did.

The next day, you walked out of class only to see Jared talking to Kaitlyn. She was smiling and laughing with him. They were so close to each other and looked like they were a couple. Even though he told you he has no interest in her, you couldn’t deny that they look good together. He had his hand pressing against the wall by her head while she leaned against the wall. She began talking about something when you saw him gaze up and make eye contact with you. He looked down to the floor and you sadly walked away with your books pressed to your chest, trying to leave the building as fast as you possibly could. You’ve never felt so hurt before.

There was an empty void within you that you couldn’t seem to fill no matter what you did. You even bought some of the games that you and Jared used to play to see if that would be enough to suffice. It wasn’t. Nothing could replace him. Your heart began to swell. You just wish you could go back to being his friend and not pressured him so hard. __________________________________________________ 

You were walked out of the girl’s bathroom and turned the corner to see Alana pass by you with anger in her eyes. You looked back at her as she kept walking. You turned your head to see Jared and Evan talking again.

“This isn’t funny, Jared!”

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious. I think everyone would probably think it’s hilarious.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should remember who your friends are.”

“You tell me the only reason you even talk to me is because of your car insurance.”


“So, maybe the only reason you talk to me Jared is because you don’t have any other friends.”

“I could tell everyone everything!”

“Well then go ahead! Do that! Then you can tell everyone you wrote emails pretending to be a kid who killed himself!”

“Fuck you, Evan! Asshole!”

You quickly hid in the bathroom when he began to turn in your direction. He stomped away, almost like a child would. You felt bad. You wanted to console him, but you remained still. Wait. Pretending to be a kid who killed himself? No, it wasn’t any of your business. You splashed some water on your face and took deep breaths before walking out.

You flopped down on your bed and opened your computer. You saw a new post from the Connor Project. It was Connor Murphy’s suicide note.

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Turns out this wasn’t an amazing day after all. This isn’t going to be an amazing week or year, because why would it be? 

I know, because there’s Zoe, who I don’t even know, and doesn’t know me. Maybe if I could just talk to her. Maybe nothing would be different at all. I wish everything was different. 

I wish I was apart of something. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. I mean face it, would anyone notice if I just disappeared tomorrow? 

Sincerely, Your most best and dearest friend, Me 

You looked at the letter in shock. You scrolled down and saw the comments of hatred towards the Murphy’s. Most of them were calling his parents neglectful and heartless. Yes, there were some about Zoe, too. You quickly texted Alana. She, too, had seen the comments. You asked if she heard anything from Jared. She had explained that she hadn’t heard anything from him for awhile. 

Alana poured her heart to you about how Evan hurt her. You listened to her sobs and cries for an hour and a half. She eventually stopped crying and you got her to calm down a bit. You reminded her of her favorite character from her favorite book. She giggled when you talked about how her character tried to impress the entire school by creating a huge school site where everyone in the school could connect and talk, which eventually got hacked by some of the bullies.

You always liked making her feel better about herself. She hung up and you stared at your ceiling. All you could think about was Jared and if he was okay. Why do you care? He kicked you to the curb just like that, you shouldn’t even be thinking about him. But still, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was hurting. I mean, Evan did say that Jared probably doesn’t have any other friends. 

Your thumb hovered over the message button by his name. You decided against texting him and went into your bathroom to start a shower. __________________________________________________ 

You sat down at your desk and pulled out a pencil. It was now November and the school year was blowing right by. It’s been at least two months since the last time you hung out with Jared. You looked at Instagram on your phone and smiled at a meme. You looked over to the empty desk where Jared sits and thought about how he would like it. You shut your phone off as soon as the bell rang and waited for your teacher, Mrs. Johnson, to start the class. You began to get anxious because today was presentation day in your math class and Jared wasn’t here.

Just then, Jared showed up and sat down at his desk. He looked like he hadn’t slept. His eyes had huge bags underneath them and they looked a little puffy too. Somebody pointed this out to him and he responded with, 

“Just allergies.”

That wasn’t a normal Jared Kleinman response. Something was off about him today. 

‘Stop thinking about him. Forget about him.’

You reminded yourself that you didn’t care about him anymore, even though you knew it was a lie. It didn’t hurt to pretend right?

Mrs. Johnson called your name to get up and present. Jared slowly got up and followed you. Maybe he’ll talk about his conspiracy theories.

He didn’t. In fact, he was actually presenting it like anybody else would. This was really shocking to you. The class ended and you followed him to his locker. You tapped his shoulder, but he didn’t look at you.

“You did a good job… uh, presenting today.”

He nodded and put his books away.

“So, h-how have you been? It’s been a while.”


He walked away from you and disappeared into the sea of other kids. Something was definitely not right. You sighed as you walked to your next class. 


The rest of the week was just as bad. Jared looked like he hasn’t eaten or gotten a good night’s sleep and it was starting to get to you. He was practically falling asleep in almost every class. Normally, he’d be pestering the teacher or the other students around him. He even stopped talking to Kaitlyn. But he’s made his choices and you decided that you were going to stop trying. Why were you trying so hard for someone who wants nothing to do with you? The crying and sadness had stopped and you felt like you were slowly picking yourself back up piece by piece. 

You felt a hand grab your arm. You turned to find Kaitlyn. 

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s going on with Jared?”

“I don’t know, I’m not friends with him.”

“You aren’t? Maybe that’s why he’s been so… not himself lately. You should talk to him.“

“That’s not going to happen. He made it very clear he wants nothing to do with me.”

You opened your locker and turned your gaze away from her. She leaned against the lockers next to you and had a frown on her face.

“He liked you alot, you know. I’m sure whatever you guys were fighting about, he feels really bad about it. I mean, in case if you haven’t noticed, he’s not doing too hot.” 

“Well, that’s too bad for him. He told me he doesn’t want or need my help. I’m not wasting any more time on him.”

“But you want to. I can tell. I see the way you look at him in class. And just so know, when you look away from him with that sad face, he looks back at you with guilt in his eyes. I mean, does Jared seem like the type of guy to admit that he’s feeling down?“ 

You stopped fiddling with the things in your locker and sucked in a breath.

“Just go check up on him. Who knows, he might even open up to you.” 

“Yeah, I tried that. Doesn’t exactly work out for me. That’s kinda how he friend-dumped me in the first place.”

“(Y/N), I really think he’s hurting right now and could use a friend.” 

With that, she walked away. You were once again all alone. 

You saw a boy from the football team trip Evan. You scurried over to him to help him up as some people around you were laughing, including the boys. You called after them, 

“Hey assholes, watch where you’re going!” 

They practically ran down the hallway like children. You shook your head as you helped Evan up.

“Thank you.” 

“No problem. Don’t worry about those guys.” 

He was staring at everything, but you.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, I just thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Didn’t Jared tell you?”

“Jared and I haven’t been friends for at least two months now.”


“He started to get upset about you casting him out and I tried helping him. He just ended up telling me to fuck off. He seems like he’s in pretty bad shape these days and I want to help him, but…” 

“Oh my god, this is all my fault.”

“How? What did you do Evan?”

He looked down to the floor and didn’t respond.  


“Just meet me after school and I’ll explain everything.”

You did just that. You waited out in front of the school for Evan to meet you. He was sitting on the bench next to a tree. You sat down next to him. He waited until the only that could hear him was you. Everything he had done, everything he and Jared had done just poured out of him like a waterfall. You couldn’t believe anything he was telling you. You were mad. 

“Please, (Y/N), if you’re going to be mad at someone… Be mad at me. None of this was Jared’s fault. He just wanted to help me and then it got way too out of control." 

You got up and paced in front of the bench. 

“I can’t believe you guys did that! How could you do that!?” 

“I know, it’s despicable and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t hate myself for it. But please don’t blame Jared. It’s my fault.”

You had just realized that this is what Jared was talking about. The whole “I can’t tell you” thing. This is why he couldn’t tell you what was wrong. You had to talk to him.

“Oh my god. Evan, I have to go. But, we aren’t done talking about this.”

You sprinted to your car and started the engine. You drove to Jared’s house and parked in front. You got out and built up the courage to knock on his front door. You knocked and stood there waiting for him to open the door. Only it wasn’t him who answered. It was his mother.

“Hi, (Y/N)! So good to see you again.” “Hi, Mrs. Kleinman. Is Jared home?” 

“Yes, but… he might be a little down.”

“That’s actually why I’m here.”

“He’s downstairs.”

“Thank you.”

You walked down the stairs to his basement. You didn’t hear anything. No music. No game sounds. Nothing except sniffling every now and then.


Jared’s eyes widened and he quickly sat up, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. His back was all you could see as he spoke to you.

“Uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to check up on you. You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m fine.”

“Cut the bullshit, Jared. Everyone knows you’re not.”

You walked over to him and sat on the table in front of him.

“Why do you care?”

“Evan told me everything. About Connor. About the emails. Everything.”

He finally made eye contact with you. He definitely had been crying for some time now. You couldn’t help, but feel sad when you looked at him. You grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently.

“I don’t care if you never want to talk to me again, but I want you to know that I am here and I am someone who will listen to your problems, no matter how big or small because you mean something to me. I know that Evan and I were your only friends at one point and that you weren’t used to someone showing affection towards you. And though you might still not open up to me and might not even want to be my friend after this, I know that you have no one right now and that’s why I came here.” 

Jared looked at your hands and then looked into your eyes. He pulled you into a hug and started sobbing into your shoulder. You cradled his head and just held him there. You tried really hard to not cry as well. You had never seen him so sad before. Never in your entire life had you seen Jared Kleinman so vulnerable, yet here he was, right into your shoulder, crying his eyes out.

After some time, Jared pulled away and took off his glasses. He wiped his eyes and laid back against the couch. Neither of you said a word for some time. You just watched Jared, searching for any sign of well… friendship maybe? A confession? Who knows what was going to happen. He sniffled and put his glasses back on.

“So, you don’t hate me?”

“I’ve never hated you, not even after what you said to me.”

“I thought if I pushed you away before you found out, it would’ve been easier. It just made things a lot harder.”

“All I wanted was for you to open up.”

“It’s just not that simple for me.”

“How so?”

“I’m Jared Kleinman. The over-confident asshole who makes dumb jokes about everything. I bother other kids and pester teachers because it amuses me. I’m not exactly known for showing affection or sadness. I never thought I’d ever have someone in my life who… makes me feel important like you and Evan do… did.”

“You are important, Jared. You’re important to me and I know you’re important to Evan. And just because you might be the jokester of our class, it doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to have emotions.”

“Why do I feel like such a pussy?”

“You’re not a pussy. You’re human.”

“How do I fix all of this? Between you and me, and Evan?”

“I’m not saying it will work, but I think if you and Evan talked it out, you could rekindle it.” 

“He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be friends with me.”

“Sound like anybody you know?”

He gazed up at you and understood exactly what you were referencing. He scoffed.

“God, I really am just a big fuck up, aren’t I?”

“Stop it. You’re not a fuck up. You’re the insanely cool Jared Kleinman, remember?”

He chuckled a little bit and you smiled.

“I really am sorry (Y/N) for the way I treated you. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned as he pulled you in for another hug. You smiled into his shoulder and laughed. You both pulled away.

“So, what do I do now?”

“I think you should apologize to the Murphy’s.”

“Are you out of your mind!? I’m sure they’d rather kill me than hear an apology!”

“Jared, listen to me. I’m sure they’d appreciate it more than you know.”

“Oh god. If I end up dead, it’s your fault.”

“I will gladly take the blame. Now, come on.” __________________________________________________ 

You arrived at the Murphy’s and knocked on their door. Jared was tapping his foot from all the anxiety. You grabbed his arm. 

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

He smiled at you then turned back to the door when Zoe opened it.

“Oh, hey guys. What are you doing here?” 

You looked at Jared and he sighed.

“I have something I need to say to you and your parents.”

“I don’t think they’re in the mood right now.” 

“Please!? It’s really important.”


You and Jared followed Zoe into the foyer and saw her parents sitting on the couch. Zoe introduced you both. Cynthia recognized Jared.

“You helped Evan with the Connor Project.”

“Yeah, I did. I just wanted to say that Evan wasn’t the only one who was responsible for… you know. I pretended to be Connor. I was the one who created the fake email account and made the emails. I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear this from, but I’m deeply and truly sorry. And I know I have no place to say this, but having known Evan for pretty much my entire life, I can tell you that he was only trying to help when you were grieving about Connor. He just wanted to bring you more happiness with the whole situation. He’s still just a kid trying to find his place in this unforgiving world. And I think it’s safe to assume that Connor probably felt the same way.”

The Murphy’s all looked to each other, but didn’t respond.

“Well, that’s what I came to say. See you at school, Zoe.”

You and Jared left the house and got back in his car. You turned to him.

“You didn’t have to say what you said. About Evan.”

“Yeah I did.”

He started the ignition and drove back to his house. It was getting rather late, but you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to spend more time with him, just to make sure if he was okay. And maybe start playing some video games.

And that’s exactly what happened. You started playing like old buddies again. Like nothing had changed. After about an hour, you finally decided that it was time to leave. Jared gave you one last hug before you got into your car. __________________________________________________

Today was the last day of school before winter break and you were beyond excited. Two whole weeks of doing absolutely nothing in hot chocolate and cuddle season. That was Jared’s winter alternative to Netflix and chill. You had just shut your locker when Evan walked up to you.

“Hey, (Y/N), I hope you have a good winter break.”

“You too. Hey, you’re not stuttering as much as you used to.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. Thank you.”

You smiled at him. Evan smiled back then his eyes got wide. You turned to your left and saw Jared standing behind you. He walked forward and stuck out his hand towards Evan.

“Hey… are we cool?”

“Uh y-yeah. We’re cool.”

“So no hard feelings between us?”

“No. None. Wow, I didn’t expect this.”

“Oh god, please, don’t start crying.”

“I’m not going to cry.”

“Good because if you cry then I’m gonna start.”

“Aaand he’s back to normal.”

“Glad to be back. Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Alana approached the three of you.

“I hope you all have a good winter break.”

Evan stopped her before she could leave.

“Alana, I-I’m sorry for everything. Truly, I really am. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just needed you to know that I know what I did was wrong and unforgivable.”

Alana looked at you and let out a breath. She put her hand on Evan’s shoulder.

“I forgive you.”


“Yes. I’m not one to hold grudges.” 

“T-thank you!”

She and Evan walked off as you and Jared walked to his car. You both had already decided that you were coming over for pretty much the entirety of the break.

You got to his house and went down to the basement like always. You sighed out of contentment,

“Well, everything is good and back to the way it was.”

“Yeah and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it would’ve worked out anyways.”

“No, I mean it, (Y/N). If it wasn’t for you, nothing would be back to the way it was. Because of you, everyone is friends again, well, except for Zoe. You changed everything for all of us. I would’ve never apologized to the Murphy’s if it hadn’t been for you. And I definitely wouldn’t have let go of my grudge against Evan. (Y/N), everything good that happened, happened because of you. You’re amazing.”

You blushed at his words and felt a tear roll down your cheek. Jared saw it and immediately started hugging you.

“Did I say something wrong? Oh god, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jared. I’m just really happy that you said that.”

He chuckled and pulled you in for a long hug. He looked at you in admiration and cupped your cheek. He gazed at your lips and licked his. You had your hands on his flannel and bunched it up. He pulled you in and kissed you. His lips were soft and felt so good against yours. You completely melted against him. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You pulled away for air and stared at him with a big smile on your face. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m really glad you asked me to hang out three months ago, (Y/N).“

“Me too and I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Really? After a kiss like that, I’m still only a friend? Come on, I thought I’d get at least a little something more than friend.”

You playfully hit his shoulder. And picked up a controller.

“Fine, you beat me in Smash and you will get to-”



Eventually, he did get to smash. And yes, he referred back to this moment after it happened too.

And yes, you smacked his shoulder.

Bryan Rust- jealousy

Request: I was hoping I could request a bryan rust imagine? With him getting like overprotective or jealous but it ends up being cute?

Author’s notes: To be honest I wasn’t sure where to go with this but I have to admit I’m really happy with the request and where this imagine ended up going!

Warnings: cussing

Up next: Auston Matthews

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ilostallmysins  asked:

UF/SF bros with a SO who's really innocent and does inappropriate things without noticing it, sometimes even in public places?

UF Sans: He is having a great time. Everybody else is getting so flustered, you are so confused about peoples reactions and he has probably cracked a couple of ribs from surpressed laugther already. Holy shit, this is amazing.

UF Papyrus: “HUMAN STOP!”, he is covering one of his eyes, not wanting to stare at you when you are doing such flustering things, but also not wanting to seem rude by not looking at you at all while talking to you. When you ask him what he is talking about, he will direct the conversation onto anyting else. He doesn’t want to destroy your bubble of obliviousness, he can’t deal with you both beeing flustered.

SF Sans: Hee won’t really notice anything himself either. You both will get confused about other peoples reactions. It’s a mess. Papyrus is cackling in the distance.

SF Papyrus: Everytime you do something like that, he will ust quietly ask, “you sure that’s how you wanna do it?” If you confirm, he will just let you do your thing, trying to hide his smirk. He will stop anybody from telling you about it though, he thinks it’s kind of cute, and it’s not like it’s harming anybody.

sylvaneventus  asked:

Hello I just found your tumblr and I love your works, so I hope you dont mind if I request headcanons? Just a simple thing like meeting his S/O in his dream? Like they said something funny 'wouldnt it be nice to be able to meet your soulmate in your dream?' and boom, they dream of them the next night :3 Headcanon for Shimada brothers pls, thank you so much XD

I don’t mind you requested such a thing at all. ^-^



  • He was walking you home from a pleasantly simple date when he said it
  • He walked you up to your door, kissed your cheek and squeezed you hands
  • “I hope I’ll be seeing you in my dreams.”
  • It was a cheesy line and you both knew it, which caused you both to chuckle before you both parted
  • Once you get inside, you right to your usual night routine, then snuggle down for bed
  • You’re not a heavy dreamer but boy do you dream this time
  • And you dream of Hanamura in the late summer, Hanzo’s favorite place before the biggest mistake of his life was made
  • You’re surprised at how vivid the dream is considering you’ve only heard stories of the place but haven’t actually seen it
  • “(Y/N)?”
  • You turn in the entryway of the building to see Hanzo staring at you with wide, surprised eyes
  • “Hanzo?”
  • He trots up up to you and gently touches your hands and face; he’s warm with soft skin, just like Hanzo in the physical world
  • “(Y/N), you’re in my dream.”
  • Your eyes snap open from nuzzling your cheek into his hand and take another look around the place
  • That makes a lot more sense
  • “It’s breathtaking, Hanzo.”
  • “This is how it was in the summers when I was young. When things with my brother and I were still pleasant. Before I hurt him.”
  • You took his hands and began to gently pull him inside; now was not the time for sad thoughts
  • “Show me around?”
  • Hanzo looked at you as if searching for something fake in your genuine curiosity, then smiled and nodded when you found none
  • “I’d be happy to.”


  • You two had just finished a meditation session and were laying in the grass when he sparked up a conversation about whether meeting someone in a dream was a plausible request or not
  • He thought it was strange but you thought it was sweet
  • “Alright then, (Y/N). If it’s possible, I hope to meet you in my dreams tonight.”
  • He didn’t need sleep but maybe he’d try tonight
  • You spend the rest of day with casual conversation, walks, snacks, and dragon playing until the sun goes down
  • When you went you bed, you immediately awoke in the middle of endless rolling golden hills decorated with bright bushes and dark-colored trees and pastel flowers
  • It was as if the spot you and Genji used for meditation grew and expanded over the entire planet
  • The sky was frozen in the middle of a perfect sunset
  • You couldn’t help but flop down into the soft grass and take in the view when you heard soft footsteps
  • You sat up and were greeted by Genji, who’d suddenly appeared and was now stepping in circles and looking around in surprise
  • He was without his face plate
  • When he spotted you, he stopped and stared, eyes wide and curious
  • “(Y/N), is that really you?”
  • “Possibly. Could I not just be a part of your dream?”
  • “I wasn’t dreaming this. I was dreaming something else– It was dark– Then I was here.”
  • You met his thoroughly confused gaze with a grin and patted the ground next to him
  • “So you met me in my dreams instead; how sweet of you to make the journey. Come sit and admire the view with me.”
BTS REACT: When you cry during a movie

Scene: You two were watching a movie together but the story and the amazing acting made you so emotional you were tearing up and despite your efforts to contain yourself you couldn’t help but start crying.

Rap Monster: He’d try not to show that he noticed you but when your crying intensified he’d probably try to hastily get you to stop.

“Ah seriously, they’re just acting y/n-ah…don’t cry.”

Originally posted by minsnuggles

Jin: He’d be crying along with you. Not really because it was so sad but mainly because the acting was so beautiful. 

“This is the best movie ever. Did you see that expression?”

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga: He wouldn’t really notice at first because he’d be engrossed in the scene playing, but the first audible sniffle he hears he would turn to you with a slightly concerned and surprised look.

“Are you okay? It’s just a movie.”

J-Hope: Like Jin he’d be crying with you too, but because he was really moved by the story.

“That’s really sad…I can’t believe they lost the puppy…not the puppy…”

Originally posted by oppaseokjinnie

Jimin: He’d be holding back his tears himself and when you ask if he’s crying too he’d refuse to admit it.

“No I’m not crying, seriously I’m not! You just can’t see properly with those tears in your eyes. Stop crying yourself!” 

Originally posted by petiteyoongi

V: He’d hear you crying and get confused because he’d be puzzled over the movie and what was going on.

“Wait…what do you mean the puppy didn’t make it?”

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Jungkook: When he notices he’d want to comfort you but wouldn’t really know how to go about it in his awkwardness, so instead he’d pretend he was crying too and when you asked about it he’d look up with a smile.

“I just wanted to distract you during the sad part.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Mistaken Dreams

Pairing: Thorin X Reader

Summary: You can’t have kids, and Thorin really wants kids. So you let him go. Set right before and after the Hobbit, with a few alterations to the plot.

Warnings: Language, Angst/Comfort, Infertility (if that’s a touchy topic for anyone)

Word Count: 2287                    *Posted 2.7.2017 Edited 1.10.17

“You’re what!?”

“I met with Gandalf and he agrees; now is the time to reclaim to Erebor,” Thorin stubbornly argues.

You close your eyes. You knew this was coming. Thorin had become less and less happy with your home in the Blue Mountains, always reminiscing about the Lonely Mountain and Erebor. But you’d hoped. You’d hoped and wished so hard that this recent case of restlessness would fade. But it hadn’t. Damn Gandalf.

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Seventeen reacting to their girlfriend being a rap goddess.

He’d absolutely love this more hardcore side of you and would get really excited every time you start rapping, feeling really proud of his girlfriend.

He’d be really confused how someone so cute can be such a powerful rapper and would have trouble getting used to you being so well but definitely cheer you on to work harder.

He’d be really excited about his girlfriend rapping so well and would get really giggly every time you rap in front of him. He’d make you rap a lot and never really get bored of it.

He’d be excited about having someone who can be both and would encourage you to work harder so that you could perform together maybe one day.

It would take him a while to get used to your rapping skills since he’s so used to your cute side and wouldn’t want to accept the fact that you’re not always so innocent.

He’d feel very proud of you and cherish every moment you rap in front of him. Out of excitment, he’d definitely tell all the other members about it and force them to listen to your rapping at least once.

When he first listens to your rapping, he’d be quite schocked about your skills and would want to hear more of it since he’d have a hard time believing that you’re such a powerful rapper.

Everytime he hears you rapping, he’d giggle to himself by the thought of you spitting such fire lyrics and would tease you a lot with it.

He’d make sure that everyone knows about your skills and wouldn’t want them to go to waste. Every time you perform in front of people, he’d get really excited and point out how good you are.

Every time you’d rap, he’d teasingly tell you to stop since it ruins his imagine of you while he secretly enjoys your skills a lot.

He’d think that your rapping skills make you even more attractive and would practice with you a lot, wanting to make you the best rapper of our century.

He’d get really confused about why you’re so cute at rapping and wouldn’t know how to react everytime you do, just clapping at you to show you some kind of reaction.

He’d find it absolutely adorable and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling whenever you rap, yet he’d want it to stay a secret for a while so he’s the only one getting to see this side of you.

Love, Youngmi~

after his amnesia, stan still doesn’t remember anything from age 18-28, the decade where he was kicked out and homeless and struggling to survive. but stan isn’t too broken up about this. he doesn’t miss those memories so ford isn’t bothered by it either, though he still feels a little sad that his brother missed such a big chunk of his life, even if it was a difficult time. 

so stan and ford are talking one night in the stan o war II and ford is sharing stories from that era of his life; going to college, researching gravity falls, writing the journals, building the portal. stan suddenly pipes up like “oh! i remember something, something from those ten years!”

ford is curious how his story about building the portal would have triggered stan’s memory, but he asks anyway

“i remember building the portal with you! it was you, me, and fiddleford. i remember not liking fiddleford that much, i’d always try to mess with him, right?”

ford is confused. “stan, you weren’t there. you must be imagining it…”

“what? no, i swear i remember it. i remember helping you build the portal with my own two-” he stops and looks at his hands, thinking hard about the amount of fingers. “actually…..i think they were your hands?”

ford’s blood runs cold, and he doesn’t respond

“that’s really weird, ford.” stan continues, confused and a little concerned. “how did i get your memories? is that some creepy twin thing?

ford knows that stan didn’t get his memories, because he wasn’t the only person using and controlling his body during that time. 

stan was getting bill’s memories back, too

Imagine Your OTP-Wifi Shenanigans

Person C (friend of Person A) changes Person A’s wifi network name to “Yell ‘PENIS’ for password” without their knowledge.

Person B, who just moved in to the apartment next door hasn’t had their wifi connected yet and is really fucking desperate. Yells penis repeatedly as close to the wall as they can.

Person A: confused, a bit horrified knocks on their door to ask them to um, stop, please?

Person B is incredibly embarrassed because holy hell this person is the hottest human they have ever seen how is this *legal*? They explain what they were doing and are ready to curl up and die but they *really* neeeeeed the internet so they ask if they could possibly have the password for just a few days?

Person A is reluctantly charmed and is a bit awed by how fucking sexy Person B is and in a moment of “fuck it this is already weird” invites them to come over ‘so the signal is stronger’

They spend the next 3 days in almost constant company, etc, happy endings ensue.

Accidentally Meeting


Looking at yourself in the dressing room mirror, you contemplated if you should buy the ripped skinny jeans you were trying on.
With a finger lightly tapping your chin, you thought of the endless outfit combinations you could do.
“I’ll take it.” You said to yourself, finally deciding. “Along with this black shirt.”
You picked up the shirt from the ground and placed it back in its hanger.
Suddenly, you heard a loud crowd of girls screaming and running, making you jump.
Their footsteps in unison sounded like a stampede of wild animals.
Quickly changing out of your new jeans to your old ones, you curiously peeked out to see what was causing such a commotion.
A fast hand grabbed the door and opened it with great force. That same hand pushed you back into the dressing room, which caused you to hit your head against the mirror, and placed a finger on your lips.
“Please don’t rat me out!” The brown-haired stranger yelled/whispered. “I’ll give you anything.”
You pushed his finger away angrily and made a face.
“You made me hit my head, you idiot.” You hissed, rubbing the painful area, still not realizing who was in the dressing room with you.
“I’m so sorry but please! I’m begging you!” He put his hands together in a pleading manner and pouted.
“Wait…” You trailed off.
That’s when it hit you.
5 Seconds of Summer’s very own bass player.
You’re Calum Ho-”
“Don’t!” He interrupted by putting a finger on your mouth again.
You jerked your face away, annoyed by his antics.
“I’m not gonna rat you out, okay? Just stop putting your finger on my lips.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Where is he?” You both heard a girl say outside.
“I saw him go this way.” Another one answered.
You had an idea and hoped it would work.
“Stay here.” You whispered over to Calum, pushing him to the far corner.
“What are you doing?” He harshly whispered back.
“Just trust me.”
He looked at you with a face full of horror as you slowly walked to the dressing room door.
Upon opening it, the girls turned to you instantly with a crazed look in their eyes.
“He went that way.” You pointed at the exit before continuing. “I saw him leave before entering the dressing room.”
The girls hastily thanked you and scurried away on their witch hunt.
From behind the door, Calum stood quietly in astonishment because of what you had done.
You weren’t like most girls and he liked that. Maybe it was because you weren’t a fan? Or maybe you are one just not the crazy kind? Like a cool one. Those were rare to him but, nonetheless, very appreciated. Whatever you were, he liked it. So much so that he had to get to know you more.
You hurriedly went back into the dressing room only to bump into a tall Calum.
He moved you aside and locked the door.
“I was really worried you’d hand me over to them.” He chuckled nervously.
“I would never do that.”
“Why?” He questioned, tilting his head a bit.
He looked like a confused puppy. A very cute one.
“Well, I can’t say I relate, but I can imagine how tough it is to not have your privacy.” You stated. “It must really suck.”
Calum gave you a soft smile before randomly pulling you into a hug.
“Thanks.” He said while resting his chin on the top of your head because of your extreme height difference.
“No problem.” You replied.
“Well I should get going. I have to call the guys and tell them they were right about not coming to the mall alone.”
The both of you laughed before he abruptly stopped.
“I didn’t get your name, by the way.”
“Y/N.” A smile grew on your face as his chocolate colored eyes looked into yours.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said, “hopefully we’ll see each other again.”
He slowly made his way out of the dressing room with his eyes glued to you.
On the outside, you were playing it cool, but on the inside? You were mentally cheering and jumping with excitement! He didn’t have to know, though.
As Calum walked away, he would glance back at you to check if you were still looking at him.
He’d wave every so often with a goofy smile on his face, which made you giggle.
Putting your hands in your jean pockets, you felt a crumpled paper.
An automatic smile appeared on your face as it read ‘Call me sometime? xxx -Calum’ with numbers scribbled at the bottom.
“How did he-?” You stopped yourself and shrugged. You didn’t mind. After all, you did have the chance to ask him later.