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All Too Well | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It's the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn't need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they?

Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Word Count: 1 725

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: This was the one I worked really hard to make it softer than it initially was. It'd say it's more of an angst story still, however, not too heavy, and there are sweet moments, too ♡ Inspired by Taylor Swift's short film "All Too Well". I hope you'll like it!

It almost felt like Christmas, when Y/N and Calum took a seat next to each other in the plane. It was the first time when the girl was going on tour with him, and both were very excited.

Cal was really glad they finally managed to go together, they didn’t need to be separated for so long again.

Y/N could compare it with a miracle, truly. The last month was very stressful, as she had to do a lot at work before getting a remote project. At some point Y/N even doubted she was going to finish everything in time. However, there she was, holding a hand in Calum’s, while he was quietly sleeping on her shoulder. There was no need to be homesick, because Cal’s home was right next to him. And Y/N didn’t need to learn how to live alone again, because she was in the company of a loved one.

Sometimes “too perfect” could bring unexpected problems. It couldn’t all go smoothly. The musician wasn’t exactly a pessimist, but he always agreed with that way of Y/N’s thinking.

However, Calum didn’t exactly expect his girl to blow up easily only because he didn’t pay much of attention to her after a concert. For Cal it wasn’t a big deal. Once they finished the performance, everyone went to have dinner in their dressing room, not being able to wait for any longer and go to some restaurant nearby. It was a usual evening, chatting with the bandmates and discussing how good the concert was. Y/N was happy that fans were welcoming and active during the whole show, and of course, she could share the joy of her boyfriend, but it still felt slightly uncomfortable. Even though they started dating a while ago, Y/N didn’t know Calum’s friends well. She surely didn’t mind him spending time with them, but the girl hoped for some little reassurance here and there; after all, it was the first time, when she went on tour. Few attempts to join the conversation were interrupted by her own boyfriend, and Y/N’s mood went down completely. Yet, she stayed polite and kept smiling lightly, ignoring unpleasant feelings inside. The girl didn’t ask for much, she only hoped Cal would stop making her feel that dumb, would stop as if reminding her that she didn’t belong there. As if she wasn’t there at all, even when Y/N tried to touch Calum’s palm. She wasn’t begging for attention, the girl only thought that as she came with him, they’d spend more time together. Wasn’t it the point? All of sudden Y/N felt like a mannequin which Cal would look at only when he needed it.

“You just walked in the room and behaved as if I wasn’t there!”

Y/N tried. She really tired. The girl promised herself she wouldn’t make a scene, she wouldn’t argue, because it was a very wrong place and time. However, Calum brought up the topic himself, saying she was “hell annoying” and looked “weirdly upset.”

“I was fucking tired! Exhausted, Y/N! I didn’t mean anything, I was just hanging out with my friends!” Cal blew up immediately, although by nature he was pretty calm. “I’d look at you if you’d jump around, sing for few hours, Y/N. Would you have powers for anything else after it?” the guy run a hand through his hair and sighed heavily, apparently analysing what he had just said.

Calum used to say he valued words a lot, the musician hated when people would tell things they didn’t actually mean. He never rushed up to answer on the interviews; Cal liked to think first, before saying anything, completely anything. Perhaps, that’s why sudden accusations shocked Y/N that much. If he said it, he probably really meant it, and that was quite upsetting. The girl never even dared to think that Calum wasn’t a hard worker or that his job wasn’t difficult. Of course, it was, and she knew it very well. That’s why Y/N was always there, supporting him no matter what. And yet, she couldn’t get the connection between him acting like a moron during the dinner and blaming her for saying he wasn’t tired. She never even said it.

“You know what? Back off," after a short pause Y/N realised that she was too overwhelmed to continue arguing. These past days were rather exhausting, the trip, so far, was very stressful as there were too many unknown faces, and Cal’s words didn’t exactly make the girl feel any better.

“Y/N…”

“No, Cal, you’re right," she nodded, being dangerously calm.

The girl grabbed a bag and threw a phone in there. Y/N wasn’t going to leave, it’d be too immature of her, but she desperately needed fresh air and time alone at that moment. Lately it was getting harder to breathe, and she finally admitted that she was simply choking. Being busy with tour and job issues the girl didn’t have time to check on herself. For some reason, Calum didn’t see it either, apparently, he was busy working, as well. She knew how it could be, so the girl wasn’t blaming him. At times Cal couldn’t take care even of himself.

"How would I know? You’re the only one who works hard," Y/N snapped, regretting she took that hell of a project at first place just to be closer to Cal. What for? Surely, emotions were speaking at that moment, and sometimes it was very hard to gain control of them. Suddenly nothing was working anymore, their relationship included.

“I didn’t mean it this way," Calum’s voice became small, too. He gently touched the girl’s wrist with his fingers, and felt a little relief, as Y/N didn’t attempt to break the touch. However, her eyes didn’t give him any hope.

“No, you did.”

“No, I didn’t," he hurried up to deny. "Look, I’m just stressed, I swear I…" her hand slipped through his fingers, and Y/N headed to the exit of the dressing room. "I know you’re… Y/N, c’mon! Don’t do this right now!" Cal outraged. "We’re trying to talk, and you’re running away again!"

"It’s you, who is trying to talk, Calum!" the girl turned around quickly, hoping her body wouldn't betray, and salty tears wouldn’t flow down the cheeks. "You can’t even understand me! I worked as hard as you to get here at first place! I don’t mind you hang out with friends and have a rest after the concerts, but since the day one of the tour you’ve never asked how I was feeling! I don’t even know these people! They are total strangers to me," she finally broke in tears. Cal didn’t dare to touch her and only watched from the distance. "And this evening I only asked for a small reassurance, I wanted to feel that you’re here with me, because I don’t feel damn comfortable here, I need time! And now you make me feel like a total dickhead for asking that, because you are damn tired, because you had a show to perform! Maybe it was a bad idea to come with you at first place. It could have been totally different," she shook the head and looked down, wiping the tears with her fingers quickly.

A storm was attacking inside, Cal wanted to say a lot, but words got stuck in his throat.

"I had no idea," he finally mumbled, feeling rather ashamed. "This tour… is really important to me," the musician continued, even though everything didn’t seem to have any sense once he spoke it out loud. "I was too focused on work, but it doesn’t mean I forgot about you, Y/N," Cal made a step forward and reached out to her uncertainly. The fingertips didn’t touch hers, he was waiting for the girl to do it instead, if she wanted to. Or waiting to give him a sign that he was allowed to.

The girl closed the eyes for a moment and shook the head negatively. She touched a handle of the bag to avoid Calum’s sudden affection.

"I know it’s hard for both of us," she spoke up quietly. "But we need to learn how to understand each other, and I’m tired of being the only one who is trying to do that. Relationships don’t work this way."

"I know. I fucking know," he lost it, made a step forward and squeezed Y/N in his arms, resting a head on her shoulder. For that Cal had to bend down a little, but it was worth it. "I’m sorry."

A heavy sigh left Y/N’s lips. She looked up on the ceiling, hoping to stop herself from crying again. Just some time ago Calum was behaving like a sick superstar, and now he was asking for forgiveness. Why was it always like a seesaw with him? And why did she still love him?

The girl closed the eyes and tilted her head to touch the top of his with a tip of a nose. Cal smelled with berries – a shampoo she bought him few days before the very first tour. Since that time she was always doing it, and Calum was always taking the black jar with blueberries on the cover with him. Funny, that smell reminded him of her. And to Y/N that smell reminded her of them. Them, being together, happy, in love.

"I love you," she whispered, feeling that sudden wave of affection after a long day and bitter argument that left a small but still a wound on the heart.

"I love you more," he whispered back and hid the face in a crotch of her neck, leaving then a short kiss on her skin.

The touch was too familiar to give up on everything they went through. Calum knew he needed to keep in mind that the tour was going to be be different, as his girl was there. He needed to give Y/N time, as it wasn’t normal for her as for him, who has been performing since a young age.

"I know I didn’t give you the best tour experience so far," Cal whispered in her ear after a long silence. "But, please, let me try again."

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dre6ming · 2 years

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𐬺𐬻𐬼Masterlist𐬼𐬻𐬺

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Fluff ♥︎

Angst ♠︎

Smut ♣︎

If the links in the post don’t work try #dre6ming writes elvis / #dre6ming writes austin/ #the I stayed there series/ #the delicate beginning rush

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Austin Butler

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You and Austin broke up three years ago and now fate has it that you two meet again, when you move back from college. He’s sorry for how things ended and you were never really able to get over him. So what happens?

I stayed there

Untitled chapter- coming soon

You are a 19 year old actress, on the way to success after an Oscar nomination and as you plan to take another step in your career by launching yourself into the music industry, you meet HIM, Austin Butler.

The delicate beginning rush

More in the series:

Introducing the reader

Teaser~ reader’s instagram profile

Fake news article about readers dating life

Headcanons: Austin x reader fight / Austin x reader dealing w/ paparazzi / Austin x reader relationship leaked / Austin x reader at the beach / Austin x reader cooking on live / How Austin and reader kiss

New articles:

- sparkling dating rumors

- Austin x Y/n headlines

- Austin x Y/n top 10 paparazzi stills

Imagines Masterlist - short stories in the universe

Actors on Actors - y/n x Austin interview

Instagram photo dump -instagram story following the series

⋘Playing for keeps⋙

Austin is the next in line for the throne, but he can’t be king if he doesn’t have a wife. In your country tradition says that a selection formed of 35 young women must be formed for the prince to find a wife. You are obligated by circumstances to participate against your will. What are the chances that you might be the next queen? None right? Right?

Stand alones

Just us two, even in a crowded room ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you are invited to the met gala and meet with an old costar, something lights up between the two of you and it starts the rest of your lives.

Have some respect ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you played Priscilla in the Elvis movie, but because you’re socially awkward you rarely interact with Austin and after a very intrusive interviewer asks a inappropriate question you two find comfort with each other.

Our very last kiss (part I) ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you’re a 21 year old actress and you get casted to play Priscilla in the new Elvis biopic. You fall for Austin, but it ends up that he only thought you were going method with him, so when filming ends so does your relationship. For him at least.

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight(part II) ♥︎♠︎

life isn’t just pain and unfairness, you just needed someone to show you that.

Starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night ♥︎♠︎

you are over at Austin’s house waiting for him to come home, when the storm outside causes a power outage. Austin helps you through your anxiety of the dark when he gets home

Help him shave -the delicate beginning rush imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin comes to visit you, while you’re filming in Canada and you have a nice morning waking up next to him.

Out on a snowy night -the delicate beginning rush imagine ♥︎♠︎

You and Austin enjoy a nice walk out in the snow, cracking jokes and laughing, then all of a sudden Austin decides it would be a great idea to throw you in the snow.

Austin paints your nails -tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin decides he wants to try and paint your nails, trying his best to do a good job, during this time he actually falls in love with one of your nail polishes and he lets you paint his nails as well

Bubbles & Bubbly ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Both you and Austin had a horrible day and he comes home with a small surprise for you. Then to relax you both enjoy a steamy bubble bath

Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin’s reaction to your surprise performance at the Cannes Film Festival premiere of Elvis

A thousand flowers- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

Austin is over, visiting you while you’re filming and he takes you out on a walk only for you to return to the perfect ‘at home’ date.

The Oscars- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

After Austin wins his Oscar you go to the bathroom only to bump into his ex girlfriend, how will that talk go?

Kissing in the rain - tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

Austin wakes you up in the middle of the night to take you out on a rainy adventure that ends in a steamy way in the car

A ménage a trois - threesome w Olivia ♣︎

On set of dune II ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

You go visit Austin on set of dune two and he gets a little shy about acting as a villain, but that is all forgotten once you work your magic

Kiss it better ♥︎♠︎

On the set of his new movie the bike riders, something bad happens and Austin gets protective of you

Be mine forever? ♥︎♠︎

How would Austin propose to you?

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Stage fright ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Bed fright ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Elvis met you working on his ‘68 comeback show, he feel for you instantly, at a celebratory party for the special he makes a move and you 2 become a thing. Later he shows you the Vegas stage and gives you and unforgettable orgasm to help ease his nerves

Stand alones

Angels like you ♥︎♠︎

you can’t stand to play the colonel’s fantasy and you can’t stand to see it destroy the man you love, so you run away. But years later you’re still caught up in the past, even as you are living a completely new life.

Lullaby ♥︎

no mater how tired you are, your brain won’t shut up and let you go to sleep, so Elvis helps you out

A dream ♣︎

Must listen songs

A well curated collection of Elvis songs that need more attention and recognition

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Timothee Chalamet ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁

Stand alones

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight ♥︎♠︎

Series

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ultrahpfan5blog · 9 months

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Secret Invasion - Excellent performances and interesting ideas squandered with mediocre execution....

I was actually pretty psyched for Secret Invasion when the trailers came out. I didn't feel there was a whole lot of hype around the show but I was looking forward to it. After the fairly jokey nature of recent MCU, I was looking forward to the pivot towards more darker material, similar to TWS, and TFATWS. Now I didn't think TFATWS was great but it was solid and TWS is arguably my favorite MCU film to date and the trailers for Secret Invasion definitely felt like they were more that tone.

Having seen the series, it really feels like Marvel just don't have a handle on how to pace and structure their tv shows. Secret Invasion, at 6 episodes and such an intricate storyline, had no business being a slow burn show with a rushed ending. This should have been a fast paced paranoid thriller. Maybe all of it should have been set within a very short window of time. Instead, as a lot of these MCU shows have done, there are episodes where very little happens, and then there are episodes where a lot happens and it feels rushed. Given that this is now a common occurrence in the MCU tv shows, it seems obvious that the writers don't have a handle on how to pace these 6 episode series. Also, this show was oddly small for a show that was about something so big. There was a lot of sidestepping to try and explain why Fury was the person who had to be the one who stopped Gravik and why he couldn't involve some of his powered friends. While the explanation works up to a point, when the world is on the brink of WWIII, the explanation starts falling apart. Then there are certain relationships that are very essential to the emotional weight of the show, which have far too little screen time for us to really care. The marriage of Fury and Priscilla/Varra is a bond that is brought up throughout the back half of the season, but the truth is that it is treated with a sort of reverence in the show which it has not earned from the audience, which is a damn shame because Jackson and Woodard do some excellent work in their scenes together. Then there is the whole ending of the show. While they do shake up the status quo a bit, which I hope will be followed up in the next Captain America movie, there are some very dumb decisions taken as well. For example, the decision to make G'iah into a superpowered being who is ridiculously overpowered is something that will be a ramification the MCU will have to deal with for a while. Maybe they will have this make more sense in a future MCU project, but for now, it does seem strange that they made such an OP character all of a sudden. Also, the bait and switch in the finale cheapens a very fine scene. The entire scene between Gravik and Fury was actually very meaningful, but having Fury be G'iah all along makes that scene loose its emotional value because we don't know if that is what Fury feels.

The damn shame about the show is that there is actually a fair amount of stuff that is actually pretty good. There is some excellent acting work in the show. Samuel L. Jackson, Ben Mendelsohn, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Olivia Colman, Don Cheadle, and Charlayne Woodard all do some excellent work on the show. The actual story of the show is interesting because we actually do genuinely see that the Skrulls have very legitimate grievances against Fury. He is a man who used the Skrulls as agents, gained power within SHIELD as a result, but did not find a new home for the Skrulls and did not have the courage to admit that finding a new home wasn't possible. And then he deserted them on Earth and went to Saber. The resentment built up in the Skrulls is totally understandable. And Jackson does an excellent job showing a much more brittle and guilt ridden man, as opposed to the confident operative we have seen in the past. His dynamic with Talos is one of the highlights of the show. Ben Mendelsohn was insanely likable as Talos and his death was honestly one of the most gut wrenching deaths in the MCU. Olivia Colman just looked like she was having a ball of a time and boost of witty energy whenever she's on screen. Don Cheadle does some of his best work. The scenes between Fury and Rhodey, both before and after Fury find out that he's a Skrull, are impeccable. Kingsley Ben-Adir does a lot to make Gravik was a very understandable villain, even though his backstory is half baked and told rather than shown. Similarly, Charlayne Woodard is excellent, even though her character gets the sort of reverence from the show which is never earned by the writing. The scenes with her and Jackson are excellent and they are able to get that "married for a long time" feel despite barely any setup. Emilia Clarke is a bit of a mixed bag. She's forced to be rather stoic throughout most of the show, so she doesn't get to stand out despite being a significant part of the show.

The tone and story of the show is interesting. The idea of infiltration and creating paranoia is a good concept and when the show leans into that, its pretty good. But the show then also tries to be a bit too big for its boots by introducing super Skrulls and attempting to start WWIII. So it sometimes feels like the showrunners and writers aren't sure what show they are trying to make.

All in all, this isn't a bad show, but it had potential to be much better. If executed right, it could have been up there with MCU's best. Its a show that actually had some major character deaths like Maria Hill and Talos, and at least seems to have rattled the status quo of the Earth and not every thing is settled by the end of the show, but the execution of how things led to that point felt a little lacking. I would say this ranks around a 5 to 6/10.

#secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #samuel l jackson #olivia colman #ben mendelsohn #emilia clarke #kingsley ben adir #don cheadle #charlayne woodard #skrulls #nick fury #sonya falsworth #talos #g'iah #gravik #james rhodes #priscilla fury #varra

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It’s been a long, shitty day.

Groaning, you lean back in your chair, catching sight of the time on a slow, ticking clock on the wall. Your groan deepens at the sight of it, and you run your hands across your face. You don’t care if you’re being dramatic, you’re too tired to care.

A dance practice first thing in the morning, then you had to head to the studio to work on your new album just days after your last one had dropped. Then it was off to multiple different locations, filming for variety shows, advertisements, behind-the-scenes content, etc. And after that, you were rushed to KBS for your weekly showcase on Music Bank to perform your new group comeback.

Now, here you are, stuck in KBS’ studio fuming over the fact that you have to become the new MC for Music Bank. You suppose they’ve grown tired of Wonyoung and Sunghoon, but let’s be honest they didn’t have much hope after Arin and Soobin’s reign before. And did they have to request you to take their place? Of all the other options they’ve had, were you really the best option?

What are you saying?! You respect your seniors and believe that each of them has their charms and talents if they were selected to be the hosts for a music show.

But when it comes to you…

You’re the least favored member of your group. You aren’t the best dancer, hardly the best singer, and by God, the world would be shaking if you could even speak coherent sentences every time you tried to act in front of an audience. You know the only reason you were accepted into your company was because of your looks, you’re aware that you aren’t nearly talented enough to match up to the rest of your group’s potential, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t try. Every day you work incredibly hard to match up to their pace. To be at least decent at everything they are talented in so that you can keep up and you don’t hold them back.

Does it bother you that other people more talented than you work their whole life to get where you are, but don’t get the chance because they can’t look the part? Do you feel guilty that most get plastic surgery just to fit the standards you were born with?

Does it matter how you feel?

"Oh come on, it's not that hard to choose a song."

Pulling yourself into the right sitting position you glare at Haechan from beneath your lidded eyes.

"Don't start with me."

He rolls his eyes at the sass as you pull yourself up from the position you were in once before. Though the two of you trained together, this little prick had the gall to go and debut before you did. To say the two of you stayed close over the years is an overstatement, but you know each other well enough to know that he is as annoyed about this situation as you are.

Neither one of you is cut out for this, and the fact that KBS and your managers thought you were the best choice just grates on your nerves. You already know you’re going to be a letdown, but what if this time the hate is directed towards your members instead of towards you? You don’t think you’ll be able to live that down.

“I’ve got it!” At the sudden outburst from Haechan, you raise an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” You can already tell by that glint in his eye that what he says next won’t be serious, and you don’t want him to waste your time any more than he already has.

“Ping Pong.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He rolls his eyes at your snap, but you’re too tired to care. You’re just glad the staff didn’t decide to film this little meeting of yours because it certainly wouldn’t have been pretty to edit and certainly wouldn’t have helped your image in the slightest with the public.

“The song? Ping Pong? By Hyuna and Dawn?”

Oh yeah, the song that basically declares their undying love for the other and how they could give two shits about what the public thought of them.

Yeah, you know how that feels.

In case it wasn’t clear you were talking about the last half of that statement.

You’ve never been in love before and you sure as hell weren’t gonna start now. Love is a word meant to describe a series of transactions between two people who are afraid to be alone. It’s a distraction, a hindrance, and not worth your time. Besides, love is hardly real. People like to believe in fate and chance and love, but none of it holds any value in the real world. None of it means anything.

“That’s a great choice, Haechan. Quite genius.” You drawl sarcastically but he doesn’t seem to notice and smiles in pride puffing out his chest as he waves the praise away.

“I know I know, I have so many talents it’s near impossible trying to remember every single one.”

You hate to rain on his parade, you really do.

Oh, who are you trying to kid?

It would bring you to utter bliss to wipe that smug expression off of his face.

“However.” You call over his gushing, and he turns to you, waiting for your next words. “You’re forgetting one thing.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“That song was made for couples to sing. If we perform it together won’t people get the wrong idea about the two of us?”

The last thing you need is another scandal screwing you over. Now that your group is growing in popularity, the accusations just can’t seem to stop.

Oh, they looked their way, they must like them.

Oh my God, they share the same wallpaper they must be dating.

Do they like the same type of music? Say no more they have to be an item by now.

It’s sickening, people talking about you as though they know who you are. As though they know who you care about, how you feel. People trying to portray you in whatever image they wish when they don’t know the first thing about you. Trying to convince themselves you’d get along with them when they haven’t even met you or seen the real side to you.

Everyone all around the world either falls in love with something that isn’t real, or they hate something they don’t bother to acknowledge.

That’s what this is, isn’t it?

You’re only made to be a doll for their enjoyment.

And if you were to show all the cracks buried beneath, they would leave you all alone.

To bleed.

"What are you talking about?" Haechan pouts, sliding down in his chair as he glances at you. You have to greatly refrain from wrinkling your nose in disgust at the sight.

Is he really doing aegyo right now? Does he think that will work on you?

Maybe you were wrong and the two of you don't know each other as well as you thought.

"Aren't we a couple?"

Choking on the assumption, you slam your hands on the table.

"What?!" You sputter, your eyes wide and no doubt filled with the fury of a thousand suns. He doesn’t seem surprised by the outburst, instead he just looks at you unfazed, the glint in his eye increasing and a smirk playing on his lips in turn.

“Yeah, a couple of people.” He explains the pun, sticking his tongue out at you as though he were a child taunting another in a school playground. “What were you thinking? Ugh, don’t be so weird, I know better than to waste my charms on you.”

As he continues ranting about himself and the fact that there’s no chance in hell either one of you would ever be a couple in the history of the world, you stare at him speechlessly, the terrible joke still trying to make sense in your already fried brain. But after a moment, it finally resonates with you. Your lips curl into the beginning of a smile and slowly but surely, they grow and spread until you’re laughing, a sound you hadn’t heard in so long that it is near foreign to you now.

You can’t remember the last time you laughed, the last time you felt free enough, happy enough to let go of all your worries and allow the joy to take over instead. You don’t even know why you’re laughing. The joke isn't even funny. It’s probably the worst joke you’ve heard, which isn’t surprising considering it comes from Haechan.

Maybe it’s because it’s so stupid. Or maybe it’s because it’s laughable that he would try to crack a joke at all.

Or maybe it’s because you knew that the reason he did it was because he saw straight through your facade. Maybe it’s because you know that he noticed the darkness tearing at your soul until there was nothing left to protect. Maybe it’s because he knew that you needed help, and so he did it in the best way he knew how.

Maybe it’s the fact that the kind, almost selfless gesture makes your heart warm infinitely from the inside out, the smile on your face bright enough to light up even the darkest of rooms.

And so the two of you laugh, basking in each other's company. Relishing how easy it is to be next to each other, and comforted in the reminder that you are not alone. That there is someone next to you who understands.

And though Haechan knows that there are some things he can’t fix, though he understands he can’t possibly begin to fix whatever it is that you’re struggling with, at this moment all of those worries now fall far away.

For if he can still make you smile after all this time, then that is the only wish he hopes to make.

That you continue to keep smiling.

And he’ll always be there to see it.

note: okay so HELP I know this is probably a bit too long to be considered a timestamp, but it's fine ;-; it's not a full blown out fic or drabble so I still classify it as that...hope that's alright LMAO

and just to clarify...this might be the average length of any timestamps i do ;-; so don't be too surprised

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bluemueana · 3 years

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can't picture your perfect

pairing: idol! kim taehyung x idol! reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

playlist: loveeeeeee song by rihanna, snowman by sia

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note: I got some free time today so here you go lovely anon ! I got so inspired that this drabble became a little long sorry hehe. I know you asked for a female reader but I didn't use pronouns here so I believe it's gender nuetral, please correct me if I'm wrong ! anon I tried my best to interpretate your request, do tell me how it is !!! I'd love your feedback ! this is truly so cute, thank you for asking this !

Your eyelids feel heavy as you squint at the light in the room. You sub consciously moved your hands to rub your sleepy eyes, turning your body to the left.

And when you properly opened your eyes once again, you see his face. The most beautiful face in your opinion.

Taehyung looked so peaceful while sleeping, it added to his ethereal beauty.

You smiled before gently placing your hand on his chest, wanting to feel the slow rise and fall of his chest. You then moved your hand a little higher, to his forehead to move some hair out of his face, waking him in the process.

The moment his eyes opened to see you, he smiled the most breathtaking smile ever. Even after three years of dating, you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed inside whenever he looked at you.

He cooed ,”Good morning angel.” in his morning voice.

Damn those butterflies.

“Good morning buttercup, I hope you slept well.” You replied getting out of bed. He hummed at you and loosely tried to pull you back into bed.

But before he could, you quickly got up and switched on the lights in the room, you even opened the blindfolds although this didn’t help much as it was still dark outside; your had to leave awfully early in the morning. Hearing him groan at the sudden brightness, you said “Come on, sleepy head. We have a flight to catch.”

One hour later

You both brushed, bathed and had a quick breakfast before grabbing your suitcases and hurrying down the stairs with your hands intertwined.

The moment you both sat down in the car which was supposed to take you both to the airport, Taehyung sqeauled with excitement. Travelling was always fun for him.

You gently squeezed his hand grinning at him, both of you were in joy of getting the chance to travel together.

~~~

When you both arrived at the airport, cameras could be seen everywhere, taking pictures of the 'it' couple.

Taehyung helped you out the car, holding your hand tenderly like a gentleman before kissing your knuckles and smiling at you. He noticed you shivering slightly at the cold of the early morning and took off his jacket immediately, putting it over your shoulders without any hesitation before kissing your forehead and whispering “I'm sorry beautiful, I forgot to bring an extra jacket here, I didnt know it was going to be-“

“Tae, baby, honey, please don’t worry. I’m perfectly fine.” You assured him with a soft kiss to his lips.

He immediately smiled again and hugged you.

The staff had come towards you, and was now ushering you two forward. Taehyung held you close the whole time you walked to the building, his eyes never leaving yours. He rubbed his hands along your shoulders to keep you warm, even if he himself was feeling slightly cold.

The fans screamed at this and chanted your names together, expressing their love for the couple and for Taehyung being so caring.

The camera clicks resonated everywhere and you two quickly made your way inside the airport.

Two hours later

You both sat next to each other in the plane, once again squealing with excitement. This wasn’t the first time you both were travelling considering the number of times you flew for concerts, styling, photoshoots, recordings, live show performances etc.

But it was the first time you were travelling together and that was enough a reason for you two to not be able to calm down.

Taehyung squeezed your hand, slightly scared, when you took off and landed and whenever there was some turbulence.

And when you fell asleep, he had gently caressed your hair while pulling up the blanket provided over you.

No matter what you were doing, chatting your hearts away or sitting in comfortable silence you thought it was the best flight ever.

The reason you both were flying together was because when you both found out that you two needed to attend the same award shows and photoshoots, you requested your company for letting you go as a pair.

And when they agreed, you'd never seen Taehyung so happy. Although you could come back right after the awards, Taehyung and you decided to turn it into a little trip to enjoy yourselves. This was the reason you both were so happy. Living in the spotlight is hard, you both were at the peaks of your careers and you needed this getaway trip.

Arrival time

You both exited the plane, greeted with a few officials welcoming you.

There was a huge crowd but they were located far from the plane and they were calm and quiet because of orders.

You both entered the airport and quickly got through the procedures.

On the way to the booked hotel you had dinner and talked about everything you’ll be doing on this trip.

You both slept in each other's arms when you reached, waiting for the eventful morning to come.

When you woke up you recieved a message from your manager about your schedule. You’ll be performing for the award shows and you needed a few extra rehearsals.

Taehyung and you decided to meet up at a beach after your separate practices.

And on reaching you both had a lot of fun, you ran into the water and tried your best to not let the saltwater get in your mouth.

While Taehyung took many pictures of you that day and you wanted to cry over how sweet he was. You promised to hang the pictures he took in your room before dragging him in the water too(without the camera of course).

Three days passed of you both just being peaceful in each other’s company, for these moments were hard to obtain with your busy lives. And now the main award show had arrived.

Taehyung cheered for your performance along with your supporting and loving fans, but that day only Taes' love mattered. After your song ended you blew a kiss to him making the crowd (and taehyung) go crazy.

Of course, you were also cheering his group, your eyes however only staying on him.

When the nominations were called, Taehyung was more happy than you when your name was called for at least five awards.

And when you won the main award, you could swear that Taehyung cheered the loudest. He stood up, helping you to your feet and danced to your song playing in the background.

You felt tears fill your eyes as you smiled lovingly at him.

Soon you walked over to the stage, collecting your award and preparing to deliver your speech.

You expressed your love for your fans and thanked their support immensely, while also thanking the crew of yours and the one at the award show, squeezing in a thank you for your manager, boss and producers too.

But after everything you thanked Taehyung. You explained that no ones love can compare to his, and that you dedicated the award to him. You were looking at him the whole time. And even after you had walked off the stage after your speech your gaze didn’t leave his. Instead of walking to your seat you went to him, he saw this and rushed forward to hug you, kissing you right away. The camera hadn’t stopped filming you and now everyone was shouting about how cute you both were.

When you both pulled away, you laughed while mouthing 'i love you' and hugged him again.

After the award show, you both spent one more week in the foreign country, completely in love.

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Queen live at Elland Road in Leeds, UK - May 29, 1982 (Part-2)

Fan Stories

“We got a coach from my home town (about 2 hours from memory) and drank an ocean of lager on the way, by the time we got there we needed the toilet so badly we could have exploded! We got into the stadium and waited for the first band of the day. Soon enough a not very well known (to me) American band came on called Heart. They weren't bad but did nothing for me. Then came The Teardrop Explodes who tried and who I reckoned did quite well despite the flying bottles of liquid being hurled at them from the crowd. After them was Joan Jett complete with Blackhearts who got the crowd going with "I Love Rock'n'Roll" mainly because Brian appeared at the side of the stage with his daughter to have a look. Eventually after a long wait the stage lights dimmed and a strange cranking sound started up and then you were suddenly aware of the drum beat to Flash thumping out and spotlights chasing around the stadium. This went on for a minute or so and the excitement was unbearable. All of a sudden in an explosion of smoke, lights, guitars, drums... Brian, John and Roger are there blasting out the opening part of The Hero. Seconds later in a gleaming white leather jacket out runs Freddie and it begins... A moment I will never forget along with many others from Queen shows since and before it. I can't say which show was my favourite as I loved them all but that moment WAS Queen, the sheer power, the anticipation, the fantastic musical ability and above all else the way they gave people what they crave more than anything... wonderful memories.” - whiteman

“29th May 1982 - a really nice warm day. We only lived a few miles away so walked down to Elland Road - I can't believe it - Queen live in my home town at the home of the greatest football team in the country (well maybe not now!). Got to the ground early and were allowed in by security, such a relaxed atmosphere. Saw band's soundcheck - great! So hot sun, never went behind stadium roofs. Got best suntan I have ever had! Heard Teardrop Explodes - not bad. Then you are aware of the beat of flash thumping out around the stadium, the smoke rises and bang - they are on! The greatest gig I have ever seen from the greatest live band in history. God bless you, Brian, Roger and John. Rest in peace, Freddie - we will never forget.” - Michael Quine

“This was my second ever gig, the first being Rory Gallagher the year before (I am sure I once read that Rory was one of Brian May's favourite guitarists). Anyway, being only 14 and not yet in the habit of getting off my face at gigs,I can remember that day very clearly. I am convinced I saw someone throw a hamburger at Julian Cope (Teardrop Explodes were going down like a lead balloon), and just as Julian was opening his gob to sing, he CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH. A huge cheer went up, then they stomped off. Somebody, possibly Queen's manager, came on and told everbody to behave. I also remember a fan getting on stage and Freddie expertly rolling him off the stage. I didnt like the Hot Space album much but was chuffed they were still a hard rock band. I bought the next edition of Kerrang mag and the write up of the gig said STUNNING. Great memory.” - Edwin

“I was 15 years old in 1982 when I attended my first ever concert. Fortunately for me, it was QUEEN's show at Leeds AFC ground in the North of England. I remember when my ticket arrived in the post, possibly 2-3 months before the concert, as was often the case in those days. I stuck my ticket on a cork notice board in my bedroom and could barely contain my excitement over the coming weeks. Every morning, I would wake up and look at the yellow ticket, wishing the days away. I imagined everything that could go wrong would. Queen would cancel the gig, I would break my leg, the family pet would die on the morning of the concert and it would be too insensitive of me to go, the transport wouldn't turn up or would break down, there would be a pile up on the motorway, I'd lose my ticket en route, etc, etc. As it turned out, May 29th 1982 was a hot and sunny day, perfect weather for an outdoor gig. I was CRAZY about Queen and had been since the age of 9 but I really didn't know what to expect on that day. Myself and three friends took a coach organised by my Dad's company from Lancashire across the M62 motorway to Leeds. Our excitement began to really take a hold when we arrived at the football ground and we followed the droves of people towards the turnstiles. To me, this was something on a really big scale and I could already hear the hum of the crowd inside. Not really believing that we were actually about to witness a Queen concert, we found our seats on the West Stand, offering a great view of the stage. I remember marvelling at Queen's new lighting rig and the equipment that adorned the stage, shining in the afternoon sunshine. The ground was almost full at this point and the pitch was heaving with people. The atmosphere was relaxed as people bathed in the sunshine. I remember two guys climbing the fence from the stand and attempting to get a better spot by running into the crowd and losing themselves on the pitch. Their efforts were in vain however as they were quickly located and ejected back into the stand by two security guards. We bought some black Hot Space tour shirts (I wore mine with pride until it literally fell apart) and a programme from a vendor inside the ground and waited for the first band to take the stage. A guy near us shouted and punched his way through Heart's set and then left just as they vacated the stage. Obviously not a Queen fan! The Teardrop Explodes suffered at the hands of the Queen congregation and found themselves battling against a shower of bottles and assorted missiles. Other than that, I don't really remember much about the support bands. I think that Bow Wow Wow were billed to play (an odd choice) but I can't recall if they actually turned up. No matter, we were about to witness what is still one of the best gigs I have ever attended.

As the dusk descended upon us, the giant floodlights were extinguished one by one and the memory of the roar that followed still sends shivers down my spine. Dry ice drifted across the heads of the crowd on the pitch as the intro tape of Flash thumped out of the PA and the strange 'grating' noises added to the recording created a foreboding atmosphere. Two of our party were on the pitch and to this day remember their chests thumping in unison to the powerful rhythm. A sea of hands clapped in perfect time to the beat. To me, this was already an amazing experience. And then the big moment. Freddie, resplendent in dazzling white made his entrance to The Hero and the blaze of the lights. An apt number to start with. Before he had even sung a note, the audience were locked tightly in the palm of his hand. Such an entrance, such a showman. "You're a F***in amazing crowd", he exclaimed after the first rush. The beginning of the gig is, in truth, my strongest memory of the show itself. In particular, the "Flash!!!" vocals cutting through the night air with so much volume. I recall being shocked at the sheer power of Queen's performance and the clarity of the huge sound they harnessed. Morgan Fisher's keyboards during 'Action This Day' sounded bright and hypnotic. Freddie's intro to Fat Bottomed Girls caused quite a response too; "the bigger the t*t the better it is!". I also remember the follow spots darting wildly over the crowd during 'Tie Your Mother Down' and everybody going crazy. Oddly enough (and this is something I still swear by to this day), I was in a Maths lesson at school the following Monday and I swear I had a flashback of this and could actually 'hear' the music being re-played in my head. It was a weird moment and life was never quite the same again. We talked endlessly about our experience for months to come and one of my biggest regrets is not jumping on a train to attend the filmed Milton Keynes show a week later. Having been to so many gigs since, I can honestly say that there is nobody who has been able to top Queen live; I was lucky enough to see the band five times between 1982 and 1986, including Wembley Stadium and their last show at Knebworth. I think that my personal favourite was their performance at the NEC in Birmingham on 'The Works' tour in 1984. People were literally stood there with open mouths, unable to believe how good they were. Leeds is definitely up there too. I recall Brian May stating that he thought it was one of their best performances ever. I can't argue with that Mr May. I've often wondered if an audience shot cine film or even just photographs exist from the Leeds gig. It would be a dream come true to see my memories come to life again.” - Keith Lambert

“I can't believe it was 30 years ago that I attended my first ever gig at Elland Rd Leeds in 1982. I was 17 years old at the time, I was into Queen when I first heard seven seas of rhye, which was so different to all the other stuff around at the time. I'd heard them live on tv, and had Live Killers. Also I used to buy bootleg cassettes of all of their tours from 74 onwards. But nothing could prepare me for that day. They should have played this gig at Old Trafford Manchester, my home town, so I was gutted when the residents opposed it. Tickets were very easy to come by, believe it or not, cos Queen were not seen as a relevant band at that time. Also touring the Hot Space album didn't seem to excite anybody. So, Billy no mates had to go on his own, haha. My memory is a bit hazy, but I will try my best. I got to the ground about 1pm, and was lucky enough to have a pitch ticket. I got right to the front, well about 10 yards from the stage, slightly off centre and to the right. If I told you I never moved from that spot all day and never spoke to anyone, would you believe me? One of the reasons for this is the rivalry between Manchester and Leeds, also I was only a kid, haha. Not sure who was first on, probably Teardrop Explodes, Julian Cope, I remember while they were throwing bottles at him, picked one up and started hitting himself with it and stretching his arms out saying he was an Argentinian bomber or something. It was during the Falklands war, remember. Then Heart came on, not really my cup of tea, and I had a lie down on the tarpaulin and tried to go to sleep. Then Joan Jett, who was better than the rest, but not really exciting. During the band changes, I remember the roadies polishing Roger's drum kit and climbing up ropes and those threepronged lights, which before I saw them move I thought they were cameras. Queen took ages to come on. From my recollection and I might be wrong, they didn't come on until 10pm and went off around Midnight. I heard later that they got fined so much per minute for being late on stage but they wanted to wait until it was dark for the lighting rig to take effect. If you watch the Bowl DVD you will notice it was light when they came on stage there. But that was being filmed by Channel 4. But it was absolutely pitch black when they came on stage at Leeds. Then the floodlights went off, smoke started to appear and strange noises started, which I can't describe, sorry. Then Flash's Theme started, it was loud, very, very loud. I knew they were supposed to be loud and this was the part that scared me. The ground was thumping, the bass just pumping away. The these 'cameras' flicked into life, with men on them. The intro seemed to last for a very long time. Then BANG Brian appears with the first chord of The Hero and a flash of the biggest white light I've ever seen and will never forget and the absolute loudest noise I have ever heard just hit me. The intro was quite in comparrision to this. When I play Live at the Bowl, I tend to repeat the intro and The Hero, virtually every time, because it was definitely a life changing experience for me at that moment, just incredible. Then Freddie appeared in brilliant white again, I was that close, I swear His hair seemed blue because of the mass of white lights. His voice, so loud, so clear, honestly, I can't describe that moment properly. I heard Freddie swear, saw Roger spitting, quite a lot, over his drum kit and onto the stage, I was bewildered.

When they did Play The Game and also Somebody To Love, when Freddie was doing the intros for them and it will sound strange to those that weren't there, but I didn't know what the songs were. I thought they was new unreleased songs. The reason was they was so loud, It kind of deafened you and then kind of sunk in what they were about to play. Then the rest of the gig flew by and I was singing my head off. Everyone was, but you could only hear Queen. Again my memory may be wrong, but I read afterwards that Queen had paid for residents to move out of their homes for the day. These houses were monitored and they said that the sound was like Concorde flying 10 feet over your head... Yep I will buy that. For all that and for all the bad things said about it, The Works tour, which I went to all the 4 origional England gigs they had planned, was the best tour they ever did. The set list was fantastic and the lighting rig was incredible. Not as loud, I also add. I also saw them in Manchester, 86. They had to be off stage by 10pm and noise levels had to be adhered to. I was too far awy to see them and the screens didn't come on because it was too light. Also I couldn't here them properly. I've watched the mMagic Tour gigs on DVD etc, but for me, that was the poorest tour they ever did. So that's it, hopefully some of you can confirm my bad memory, or say I'm wrong. Hopefully not bored you all. But it was the greatest musical experience I ever witnessed and I am proud I was there.” - Paul Wakefield

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shinydelirium · 3 years

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Kiro’s 2021 Childhood Bday R&S Translation [CN]

***THIS POST CONTAINS CONTENT THAT HAS NOT BEEN RELEASED YET ON EN SERVER!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT TO AVOID SPOILERS***

This is a translation from Kiro’s 2021 childhood birthday story released on CN server. I do not know any Chinese so this was done through Google Translate. I apologize for any errors or mistranslations. Without further ado, please continue on reading!!! :)

***WARNING: ANGST!!! THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE A HAPPY DAY FOR KIRO!!! FIRST IT WAS S2 CH12 AND NOW THIS!?!?! WTH, PAPERGAMES!?!?!***

[Chapter 1]: Child Star’s Birthday

7:50 am California

After Kiro ran to the classroom and sat down, he laid his head directly on the table. “You can sleep for another ten minutes.” He whispered to himself in his heart.

He is too sleepy.

Ten hours ago, he finished the last set of filming, returned from the studio to the house the company set up for him in California, and then caught up on all the missing courses and homework. It was already 3 o’clock in the morning.

As if on cue, his stomach growled and Kiro lay helplessly on the table.

Since his debut, he has become more or less accustomed to the professionalism of being a “star” but at this time his stomach seems to be persistently singing against him. Kiro hesitated for a moment and then opened a pack of soda five minutes later.

Sweetness hits the tip of his tongue and brings a sense of satisfaction to his brain. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, put on his headphones and closed his eyes.

This is the first time in a while he has taken a break in the past few days.

Kiro took a deep breath quietly and buried his face deeper into his arms.

But he could still feel the gazes around him looking at him and the innocent discussions. Even the moment he walked into the classroom and sat down, the air was still for half a second.

He doesn’t like this kind of “special treatment” nor does he like how he is always affected by it.

Over the years, he thought that he should be used to being watched constantly, and perhaps he had to bear the pressure from other peers. But sure enough, in fact, there are still many times that he will be a little breathless.

Like now.

As a child star, there were two to three days a week that he where he would be absent from school. For Kiro, his classmates are indeed some distance away. Because of his repeated absence, the- so-called disparity was expected.

The reasons are not so complicated in the eyes of the children. At this age, the feeling of distance is often more sensitive than adults.

He also wants to try his best to build a good relationship with them. After all, having friends is a very happy thing.

As if he had finally made up his mind, Kiro took a deep breath, smoothed down messy hair, and raised his smiling face along with his shining blue eyes.

“Good morning, everyone, long time no see!” No one could possibly refuse such a warm and sincere greeting, let alone Kiro.

Even though some shy classmates nodded their heads and smiled with furtive gazes, the greeting initiated by Kiro still received many responses. Soon, a small circle formed around him. Everyone scrambled to ask which crew he went to during the period of “his absence”, which big star he saw, and what new information he gathered.

Suddenly, a boy with curly hair, leaned in and patted Kiro on the shoulder with great enthusiasm.

“Kiro! Happy birthday!”

As his high voice rang out, the children who got together cheered in unison.

“They are all embarrassed to come and tell you, so I said it! Happy birthday, future star.”

Kiro was taken aback.

“Thank you.”

Almost a subconscious reply.

But in that small world that only belonged to Kiro, another voice sounded different from what he was doing at this time.

“So, today is my birthday.”

[Chapter 2]: A Heart to Live Up To

“Kiro, great, you haven’t left yet!”

The lingering sound of the bell was still echoing. Kiro had just cleaned up and wanted to seize the rare free time to make up for a good night’s sleep, when he was suddenly stopped by the instructor who had rushed over. He excitedly grabbed Kiro’s hands, looking very surprised.

“Teacher, are you looking for me?”

“Yeah....” The teacher didn’t seem to know how to begin. Kiro responded sensibly, leading the question back at the end of the dialogue.

“If there is anything I need to do, you can just say it directly.”

After hearing this, the teacher nodded in relief, as if he had waited for a long time and quickly told the whole story.

Kiro understood what was going on.

It turned out that there was a very important violin competition for high school students today and the classmate of the classical music department who represented the school had a temporary accident and was unable to participate. He wanted Kiro to help fill in.

“...Okay, I will try my best. Thank you, teacher, for believing in me.”

Even though he was tired, he did not refuse this sudden request.

It’s not that he isn’t interested in the competition, nor is he absolutely confident in his skills, it’s just...

He hopes that he is perfect enough in the eyes of the teacher.

After all, at this critical time, the teacher thought of him and believed in him, and he must not fail this trust.

Thinking about this, Kiro clenched his teeth, swallowed a yawn that was ready to come out, and forced himself to wake up. After the teacher went back to the residence to fetch his violin, he hurried to the scene of the competition.

The site was set up in the observation deck of a building and under the transparent glass plank pathway, it is a panoramic view of the entire city.

At the time of arrival, many contestants were already busy making preparations. Kiro’s appearance undoubtedly caused quite a stir. The teacher proudly met the gazes and protected Kiro through the crowd to their waiting area.

Kiro quickly entered the waiting area. He opened the violin bag, skillfully tightened the bow, wiped the rosin, set the violin on his shoulder, and tuned the pegs carefully and intently.

Now that he is here, he must do his best. He cheered himself up and walked in the direction where he was ready to take the stage.

“Don’t worry, he is a little star. Even if he doesn’t do well, he has publicity and won’t make the school lose too badly.”

The voice in the corner made Kiro stop.

He didn’t listen. It seemed that there was another voice arguing with him, but that was not important. Kiro just returned to the waiting area quietly, waiting for the announcement from the competition organizer. He just lowered his head and stood there quietly.

At this time a man came over. He patted Kiro’s shoulder lightly and said mysteriously.

“Kiro, this is the first time we’ve met. I am a teacher in the classical music department.” He lowered his voice, “Actually, I don’t really like the format of music competitions. Music should be something to enjoy and convey emotions, not some sort of boring game. So don’t think of it as a competition, but as a special show. I’m looking forward to hearing the music you play. I heard that you play the violin very well. This is the first time I will hear your music.

After that, he mischievously gave Kiro a big pat on the back. *Took some liberties here with the translation*

Kiro stared at this somewhat holistic man and did not speak for a long time. A similar and familiar feeling came out of him.

The broadcast system called Kiro’s name.

“Don’t think about anything, just let the world hear your voice.”

[Chapter 3]: Happy Birthday Song

The competition ended smoothly.

Kiro didn’t remember the process of his performance. He only remembered the way the classical music department teacher exaggeratedly raised his hands to applaud him when he left the competition. His eyes were full of real and undisguised recognition and praise.

At the end of the competition, he politely declined the kindness of the teachers and left alone.

The California coast is like spring all year round and the fresh air is filled with a faint smell of saltwater. Kiro walked, suddenly a little at a loss.

For a moment he didn’t know where he should go or where he could go. He just carried his violin bag and walked alone on the streets of California aimlessly.

Until he passed by a family restaurant.

Such restaurants are very common in California. People choose outdoor dining areas to enjoy their food with nature.

As far as Kiro’s line of sight could see, a family sat around the table warmly. There are grandparents, parents, and even uncles and aunts. And the main star of this family banquet is obviously the little girl sitting in the middle wearing a birthday hat.

She sat happily in the center, closing her eyes in front of a huge cake.

Everyone’s face was filled with the look of joy as they watched her patiently and earnestly. No one interrupted the most solemn “ceremony” at this time.

The little girl closed her eyes for a long, long time. Maybe she had a lot of wishes that she wants to come true or maybe she is carefully telling some wish that she wants to come true the most.

After all, in the eyes of a child, the more important the wish, the more carefully it will be heard and realized.

Kiro stood there and looked at the little girl’s face quietly. He didn’t know what he was feeling right now. It seemed that something he wanted to show was turning upwards along his heart, as if he would shed tears in the next second.

He just stood there silently, watching her finally make her wish, blowing out the candles while her family sang “happy birthday.” Grabbing the balloons in her hand, the girl ran around in the open space, spinning her little skirt.

Then she saw Kiro and ran towards him happily without knowing what she was thinking.

“Prince!” She waved her little hand at Kiro and said loudly. Kiro was stunned. The little girl ran up to him and raised her head, “His Royal Highness, are you here to wish me a happy birthday, too?”

Kiro thought for a while, crouched down and touched the little girl’s head, “Although I am not a prince, I wish you a happy birthday!”

The little girl didn’t seem to understand what he meant. She carefully picked out a yellow one from her balloon stash and gave it to Kiro.

“Thank you for wishing me happiness, and I wish you happiness too. This is for you.”

The little girl happily ran back to her seat after speaking with him and the whole family nodded politely to him, seeming to express gratitude.

Kiro looked at the yellow balloon in his hand and walked away slowly.

He was walking on the road, the sun a little dazzling, the balloon floating gently while he hummed quietly.

“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me~”

At this time, his phone chimed, alerting him to an email.

[Chapter 4]: Special Birthday Gift

It is an email from KEY.

Since he came to the United States, KEY has always liked to use this “fun” way to keep in touch with him in addition to the phone.

Kiro sat on the roadside steps, “If my agent sees me like this, he will definitely be angry.”

Kiro thought about it leisurely but didn’t have any plans to get up.

“Today is my birthday, so I call the shots!” *Took some liberties here*

First, he simply replied to the fan messages wishing him a happy birthday on social media and then concentrated on deciphering KEY’s information. It is a very interesting little program. The code attached to the email can be directly written to change the content of the email.

Kiro has always been happy with this special design. Under his operation, the information was quickly decoded.

“The place where you stay most often.”

Kiro read it out gently, and there was a pair of combined numbers at the same time.

He raised his head, as if thinking of something.

The dance studio was deserted at this time.

This was the exclusive training room given to him by the company. Kiro took out the key and walked in gently in the same way as he had been in class.

This is a special place for him.

The sun in the afternoon was particularly brilliant, flowing into the entire classroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which looked clean and sparkling. Kiro stood in front of a small cabinet in the dance studio.

He felt like an ordinary child at this moment, being guided to find the answer in the way he was most interested in. He was a little happy when he thought of this.

Kiro cautiously opened the cabinet and found a box inside. He took it out, and after opening it, it turned out to be an exquisite violin.

The little violin along with the sunlight filtering down onto the light brown amber, reflected in his eyes, as if it was shining.

At this time, the second email came. It was simple and there was no need for decoding.

“Happy birthday.” He seemed to hear KEY saying this to him.

Kiro couldn’t help thinking, when did KEY hide it here?

As if responding to his question, footsteps came from outside the door. Kiro’s heart beat a little fast, and he suddenly wondered if there would be another gift.

He opened the door in surprise, and an unceremonious man greeted him.

The man didn’t even take off his shoes. The exquisite black leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, looking particularly dazzling.

Kiro felt his fingertips instantly chill, and he clenched his hands hard to keep his body from shaking.

“I really don’t know why I’m responsible for this kid.” The man gave him a look of disgust, “I won’t talk too much nonsense with you.”

“The higher ups are very dissatisfied with you.” Each word struck Kiro’s heart, “Don’t forget why you want to become a star.”

“In one month’s time,” he threw a document on the ground, “Finish it.”

“I don’t know what you have to look forward to.” The man walked in front of him to the center of the floor. Kiro lowered his head, and there were only footprints left in his field of vision that seemed to have been dyed black with thick ink, step by step, on a clean floor.

It seems that no matter how hard he tried, he can’t wipe off that trace.

“3684.” The man impatiently left his last words, “Don’t be too self-righteous. You really think you are worth something?”

[Chapter 5]: Things You Want To Protect

In the empty dance studio, the operating sound of the air humidifier hummed quietly.

Kiro didn’t know how long he had been standing there until the tingling sensation rushed to his legs and he instinctively moved forward slightly.

The towel and hairband hanging on the side of the cabinet came into view and he strode forward suddenly and threw them to the ground fiercely. ***The towel and hairband mentioned here are what Kiro uses during dance practice to wipe off/absorb sweat***

The world swallowed his outburst silently but indifferently, making him at this moment seem small and lonely.

In the end, he dragged his numb body and walked tiredly to the towel and hairband, as if all his strength had been drained and slowly knelt on the floor.

Just like the day when he first picked them.

Kiro stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the towel and hair band, and carefully hugged them in his arms. They were his only close friends, walking side by side. They were proof of his hard work. But if these proofs can be trampled so easily, then what was all his effort for?”

The edges of the cotton towel and hairbands were slightly deformed due to their repeated use. He swiped hard, remembering that he had almost thrown them away because of being used so many times.

And whenever he was about to throw them in the trash can, the soft texture in his hands was always quietly hot at that moment.

It seemed to be telling him, “Wait a minute. Hold on.”

It’s as if they were reminding him they were made in order to continued to be used.

He once heard others say that life will find a way out.

“Is this the way you worked hard to find?”

He stood foolishly in front of the trash can, looking at the towel and hairbands in his hands, muttering to himself.

Then he would stand there, talking endlessly for a while.

He thought that music was the way out for his life that was once empty.

It seemed that in the darkness where he still was, a gleaming light suddenly broke in. In that world, he can always shine with golden light and light up his life forever.

He can see himself.

But if he can’t maintain this purity, is he still worthy to live in this world that once taught him to redeem?

No.

Kiro raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

That world may be impure, but his dream is real, and his love is real. This was what he wanted to do as Kiro, and it was the only way out.

He is Kiro. Not 3684.

He rubbed the hair band firmly, then raised his hand to tie it on his head and smiled at himself in the mirror with encouragement and humbleness as he did before each practice.

“Today’s 2-hour dance training has not been completed yet.”

A dynamic rhythm sounded in the studio and the sound of footsteps rubbing on the floor resounded one after another. Kiro was practicing hard while telling himself in his heart.

“This is just another ordinary day, tomorrow will only be better.”

Two hours later, he turned off the music, bent over gasping, and abnormally did not stand up for a long, long time.

Finally, for what seemed like ages, he slowly straightened up, took out the violin from the bag on the floor, and sat by the window. The dark brown violin was lined with soft light under the sun and he held it as if being embraced.

“I will definitely protect you.”

Kiro’s eyes were soft, and his tone was gentle and firm.

The birds outside the window chirped and landed freely on the edge of the window.

“It’s great that you are free.”

Kiro smiled and gently extended his fingertips.

“I will be free too.”

[Chapter 6]: Free Sailing

A telephone ring broke the silence of the studio.

Kiro looked down at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number. Maybe it was from a fan somewhere, but he picked it up in a ghostly manner.

“Hello, this is PLANET Yacht Club, what can I do for you?”

Kiro was stunned. The person at the other end waited patiently for his silence. After a long time, he remembered that when he was resting on the sidewalk a while ago, he accidentally saw a magazine ad about yachts. He made a phone consultation.

However, because he needed to go to pratice immediately he asked the other party to contact him afterwards.

Unexpectedly, it happened to be today.

“I have read your information. I have some interest in your yachts. How can I learn more about it?”

“If this is the case, you can visit our terminal directly. On which day would you like to make an appointment?”

“Is today okay?”

When Kiro said it, he was also stunned. He felt his heart beating, but he didn’t know what this feeling represented.

“Of course, we will send the address to your phone later, looking forward to your visit.”

When Kiro saw that yacht, he decided to buy it.

It was lying quietly in the corner of the entire pier, unremarkable, but in the light of the surging tide, it instantly attracted Kiro’s eyes.

Of course, the salesman saw the young boy coming to the club, obviously looking a little bit awkward and seemed to be thinking about how to politely ask him to leave.

“I want that yacht.”

Kiro didn’t leave the yacht’s sight and took out his bank card in the salesman’s dumbfounded gaze.

The boat was moored by a small harbor where there was a little old port. This was the place he saw on the way to the club.

He asked the people of the club to help him get the boat here and said that in a few days, he would come again to ask about how to operate the yacht.

It was dusk now and there were no people, only him and his boat, listening to the ebb and flow together.

The half-round sunset has fallen below the sea level. The sun is golden and far away, warmly embracing the whole world.

The yacht hasn’t been decorated yet and looks a bit simple, but Kiro doesn’t care. He feels that he has seen the future of the ship.

This is his boat, he repeats this in his heart over and over, and in the future, there will be someone who is most special to him in this world who will share it with him.

Think of it as a birthday present for yourself even though there is no cake and no birthday song today.

But this is also good.

Kiro was lying on the small deck, seagulls flying non-stop. The sky was divided into half blue and half-yellow. The boat rose and fell with the tide. He opened his arms as if he could touch the sky.

Kiro suddenly felt that he could go anywhere.

Nothing can stop him.

[End]

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luvidzy · 3 years

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☆ genre: fluff/comfort

☆ pairing: choi jisu (lia) x reader

☆ summary: when you don’t show up to walk home, lia searches for you only to find you in a practice room.

☆ word count: 1.3k

The clock was nearing 7pm and Lia was beginning to think that you were never going to show up. Her fellow members had already left for the day, and she had stayed behind to walk with her girlfriend back to the dorms, only for you to never show up. She had texted, called, even tried to message you on Kakao, to no avail.

She sighed, before walking back to the lobby and heading to the elevators, now fully determined to find you and ease her own mind. There were only a few places you realistically could be, so she started with the most obvious place, one of the dance rooms. She knew that you practiced your routines more often than your fellow members, and Lia was sure it was a good place to go.

She walked into the first practice room, the one that Itzy often filmed dance practices in, and looked around. You weren’t in the center of the room dancing, and after a quick glance, Lia could see that you obviously weren’t in the room at all. After checking the other practice rooms, she scratched the locations off her mental list with ease.

The next place was one of the lounges. You often found yourself losing time in the lounges while working on something, or doing some homework for your online classes. Lia often joined you, so she knew that it was realistic that you had wound up there to get some peace and some quiet work time.

The lounges you were usually at were vacant, and she assumed those were the ones you would be in, considering they were closest to the dance studios. Another place checked off the list, which really only left one other place: the practice studios.

Lia travelled down the hallway containing the numerous small, soundproof rooms. Lia knew you spent time here to practice your rapping and singing, because even though you were a main dancer, you wanted to prove to all of your fans that you could do anything you put your mind to.

She checked the first two, finding them empty and barren. She popped into Bang Chan’s studio where the boy was sitting at his desk working on something, just to see if you had wandered in, to hang out with your friend. Chan told her that he hadn’t seen you, and the two said goodbye before Lia moved to the next practice room.

She opened the door slowly, noticing the dim lights that shined down from the ceiling were on. Before she was even fully in the room, she noticed your reflection in the mirror opposite the door. You were sitting against the wall, head buried in your knees as your arms held them to your chest. Your shoulders were rising and falling steadily, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that you were sleeping.

Lia closed the door slowly behind her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as she approached you quietly. You didn’t even stir as she sat next to you, her arm brushing against yours as she looked at your sleeping figure.

After a moment of observing you, a soft smile on her face, she finally reached out to gently shake you awake. It took a few seconds for you to even begin to stir, and soon you were lifting your head up slowly, eyes squinted in confusion. Your head turned to see Lia, and your eyebrows furrowed even more.

“Lia?”

“Hey. You never showed up to walk back to the dorms and I got worried. How long have you been in here?” Lia asked, her voice laced with concern. You looked around at the practice room, before picking up your phone from beside you. Pressing the power button, the numbers 7:43 stared back at you.

All of a sudden, you gasped as your mind finally caught up with your situation. You turned to Lia, regret very visible in your eyes.

“I’m so so sorry, Lia! I came in here to work on my parts for the comeback after our practice, and I must have passed out on accident. I’m really sorry, I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it,” you scrambled, bowing your head in apology to your friend. When you lifted your head back up, you noticed that Lia wasn’t smiling the way she usual did. She looked concerned, like a mother in a way.

“Y/N, don’t apologize. You just said you passed out from exhaustion. When is the last time you ate? Drank? Slept properly?” Lia said, shooting questions at you with rapid pace. You opened your mouth, ready to respond, but closed it almost immediately. You wracked your brain, trying to figure out when you had eaten last, or how long you had slept.

“I mean I had a granola bar this morning, and some water during practice. And I got like 4 hours of sleep last night,” you mumbled, looking away from Lia as you spoke. You knew that she would not be happy to hear that you were not taking care of yourself, especially not with your rigorous comeback schedule. She sighed from next to you, reaching into her tote bag.

“Here. I brought it but didn’t have time to eat it. You need food, so eat up,” Lia said, a small cup of fruit in her hands. You hesitantly took it from her, carefully removing the top and beginning to eat. There was a silence, a silence that held tension, as you sat beside Lia.

“You need to take better care of yourself, Y/N,”

“I know. I’ve just been so busy, and I am having some trouble with my verses and I want everything to be perfect for our comeback. So many people are looking at me and I can’t afford to mess it up.” You were rambling. You knew you were, but you couldn’t help it. All the insecurities in your brain came rushing out in this moment and before you knew it there were tiny tears poking at the corner of your eyes.

You were going to continue on, your brain controlling your mouth without any thought, but you were cut off by Lia pulling you into a hug. You cut off abruptly, eyes wide as Lia stroked your hair, trying to calm you. After a moment, you finally hugged back, letting all your worries slip away into the embrace of your beautiful girlfriend.

“Y/N, you need to take it easier. You work so hard, and I love you for that, but you can’t work yourself to the point of exhaustion. I know that sometimes being an idol can be hard, but you are so amazing and your fans know that. I see it everytime you go live, or when you are performing. People are enamored by you, and they know how hard you work. Your fans would want you to stay healthy, sweetie. So please, know that you are more than enough.” Lia’s voice was soft and comforting. You felt yourself nod into her shoulder, her words making your heart warm. She never failed to make you feel better, to turn your shitty days into something good. It was part of the reason you loved her.

You pulled away, using your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe away some of the stray tears on your cheek. Lia was looking at you with her signature eye smile and you felt a smile of your own pulling onto your face. She pulled you forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before pulling back.

“I love you, Y/N. Your fans do too. Now you need to go back to the dorms, eat something, and get a good night's sleep,” Lia said, putting on a pretend angry face. You laughed weakly, before standing up with her and grabbing your bag.

“Okay. Thank you, Lia. I don’t know what I’d do without you,”

“You’d run yourself to the bone. And then I wouldn’t be able to fall in love with the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” Your cheeks heated up, as you laced your fingers with Lia’s own. She smiled at you, laughing softly, before leading you out of the room and to the lobby, ready to walk you home and letting you know how much she loved you every step of the way home.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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The Time Godzilla Was a Wingman

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Female Reader

Genre: NSFW, Fluff, Smut

Summary: A shared love for Godzilla brings the two of you together, but neither of you realize just how close you’ll end up being OR two nerds fall in love

Warnings: Attempted Rape/Non-Con

Your body is vibrating with excitement despite it being 10am on a Sunday morning. Usually you would be still dead to the world at this time on any other weekend, but today isn’t any ordinary day. The nearby movie theater is playing a rerun of an old Godzilla movie and the nerd in you immediately bought tickets when they were released. Unfortunately, none of your friends were interested in waking up before noon to see an old monster film, so you make the trek by yourself. Once you arrive at the theater, you step in line for food and drinks. You’re debating what beverage you want to get with your popcorn when you see a familiar spiky head in front of you. “Iwaizumi-san?” The taller figure turns around at his name and, although surprised to see you, he politely greets you.

There’s an awkward pause after that. Both of you are in the same class and you’ve seen each other around school, but you haven’t ever really spoken to each other. You’re thinking of how to continue the small talk when you notice Iwaizumi is looking down at your hoodie and you blush. Like a true dork, you’d decided to wear your favorite pale pink Godzilla hoodie and you want to sink into the ground. This is not how you wanted one of the most attractive guys in your class to see you outside of school. You quickly drop your gaze down to hide the red decorating your cheeks when you see similar Godzilla graphics on the black long sleeved shirt Iwaizumi is wearing.

All of a sudden any nervousness dissipates and your eyes sparkle as you grin at the ace. “Are you here to see the Godzilla movie too?” Iwaizumi is slightly taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, but at the mention of his favorite character and the sight of your animated face, he also grins and nods. You both start exchanging favorite Godzilla movies, favorite enemies, favorite parts of each movie...the conversation is continuing at a rapid pace when both of you reach the front of the line. Iwaizumi asks if you want to share a popcorn and you agree as you split the cost and rush over to get good seats for the movie. The theater is relatively empty and you both settle down next to each other, still continuing your monster-filled conversation until the movie begins.

The credits roll and if it’s possible, the two of you are even more impassioned than when the movie first began as you make your way out of the theater, breaking down the details of the film piece by piece. There’s a slight lull in your conversation as you two stand outside the theater. You don’t want to stop discussing the film with Iwaizumi, but you also don’t want to keep him for too long. You’re about to bid farewell when Iwaizumi breaks the silence first. “If you’re not busy, do you want to continue this conversation at the cafe around the corner?” You beam as you enthusiastically agree and the both of you continue to chatter over cups of coffee and sandwiches. The topics widen from just the film and you begin to learn more about each other, enjoying the company of the other. Time flies by and your hangout comes to an end as Iwaizumi realizes what time it is and tells you he needs to go to practice. You continue your dialogue as he walks you home and when he drops you off in front of your house, Iwaizumi asks if you’d want to watch other monster or Godzilla movies together in the future and you gleefully accept the offer.

Just like that, a surprising but close friendship begins. It starts off with just movie hangouts, but soon enough the two of you are studying together, eating lunch together, and walking to school together. Being around Iwaizumi so much means that you also get to know Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa and as you become closer with the group, you internally chide yourself for ever being intimidated by the group of silly boys. Little do you know that when you’re not around and it’s just the four of them in the locker room, Oikawa and the Makki Mattsun duo are relentlessly teasing, but also scolding Iwaizumi for not making a move on you yet.

“Iwa-chan! It’s so obvious you like her and you’re not going to find another girl that likes Godzilla as much as you. You better lock her down before someone else snatches her away.”

“Shut up, Shittykawa!”

“He’s right, Iwaizumi. Y/N is really attractive. I’m pretty sure I saw her get confessed to today. If you’re too slow, she really will be taken and who else is going to put up with your gorilla like attitude?”

Iwaizumi spikes a volleyball at Mattsun’s head. “We’re just good friends,” says the sharp-eyed ace. He glares at Makki as the chestnut-haired boy scoffs at his words, but the teasing comes to a halt as their coach shouts at them to get back on the court.

A few weeks later, you go to cheer on Iwaizumi at his volleyball match. You had seen a few of the Aoba Johsai volleyball matches before you became friends with Iwaizumi. Which girl in your school hadn’t? You’d gone with your girl friends and you can’t deny that you had enjoyed watching the athletic toned figures move on the court. But after getting closer to Iwaizumi, you find your eyes drawn only to the ace and you can’t seem to look away from his toned arms, the passion in his eyes, and the sweat that drips down his neck past his collarbone....You shake your head clear of the increasingly indecent thoughts as you focus on the game and you cheer loudly with the rest of your classmates when the boys take home another win. You happily hum to yourself as you make your way to the locker room where you’d already agreed to meet Iwaizumi after the match, but your movements are forcefully stopped by a firm grip on your wrist.

Confused, you turn expecting to see one of your friends when an unfamiliar face greets you instead. It’s a much taller boy wearing the jersey of the team that Aoba Johsai had just beat and your heart begins to race. You try to jerk your hand away from him, but his grip only tightens and you wince at the vice-like hold. “Get off me, asshole!” You glower at him as you quickly scan the area to see if anyone’s around, but the stadium has pretty much cleared out aside from the players who are still washing up in their locker rooms. Panic spreads within you and you begin to desperately fight back to escape the aggressive stranger, but he uses his much stronger frame to slam you against the wall and you are momentarily stunned by the impact. Your head is throbbing and you begin to cough as he begins to squeeze your throat with one of his hands. “I heard you’re dating Seijoh’s ace. It pisses me off that he won the match and gets to go home to his pretty little girlfriend. I’m going to show him what losing feels like.” Black spots are beginning to cloud your vision as you fight to breathe, but you feel disgustingly wet lips slobbering down your face and tears leak out of your eyes at the feel of a rough hand sneaking under your shirt, brushing the bottom of your breasts. With the little air that you do have, you instinctively call for Iwaizumi, but it comes out little louder than a whisper and your assaulter cruelly laughs. “Your boyfriend isn’t coming for you, bitch. So just try to enjoy this or it’s going to be really unpleasant for you.”

Just as his hand begins to fully grope one of your breasts, his body is thrown off of you and you gasp for breath. Still a little dazed, you frantically try to figure out what is happening and relief rushes through you when you see a familiar tanned figure standing protectively in front of you. You reach out to him, but pause at the rage you can almost feel rolling off of him. You’ve seen him irritated, especially when Oikawa is involved, but this is a different level of pure unadulterated anger that makes you shiver. He starts storming over to the body of your assaulter and it’s the raising of his arms that spurs you into action as you fling yourself around his back. “No, Iwaizumi! You’ll get in trouble or even suspended. They might not let you play volleyball anymore if you hit him.” A few seconds pass before the tension leaves Iwaizumi and he’s gathering you into his arms. He gives one last look at your attacker and tells him he better not get anywhere near you again, before he carries you away to the now empty Aoba Johsai locker room.

He seats you on a metal bench and kneels on the floor in front of you as he examines the bruises around your neck and quickly checks the rest of your body to make sure nothing else is injured. Satisfied that you’re otherwise fine, he wraps his arms around your waist and lays his spiky head in your lap as he begins to sniffle. Alarmed, you stroke your hand in his hair, coaxing his head up to look at you and you try to comfort him as you see tears begin to well in his eyes. “Hey, I’m the one who should be crying! Please don’t cry. You saved me, Iwaizumi. I’m safe because of you.” “But you almost weren’t.” “What almost happened doesn’t matter. It’s what actually happened that counts and I believe I owe you a thank you. You want to come over and marathon some Godzilla movies?” Iwaizumi smiles up at you and you both spend the rest of that night in front of your TV, laughing and talking while Iwaizumi presses an ice pack to your injured neck.

Both of you are just as close after the incident, but the dynamic has shifted. You find yourself stammering and blushing everytime Iwaizumi’s body accidentally brushes against yours and you remember how when you were being touched intimately by your attacker, all you could think about was how you wished the person performing the actions was Iwaizumi instead. Iwaizumi can feel his heart fluttering when he feels the warmth of your body near him and he remembers how a possessive rage had filled him at the sight of another boy touching you and how he wanted to be the only one to hold you like that. But your feelings for each other remain hidden until one day Iwaizumi is asking you to go to another movie with him and you agree as you always do. However this time Iwaizumi pauses and says, “I want to go to the movie on an official date with you. Not just as two friends.” Your smile threatens to break your face with how wide it is as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek and that’s how the two of you begin dating.

This is the first relationship for both of you and you both approach it tentatively. Emotionally and mentally, nothing has really changed, but it’s the physical aspect that leaves both of you a little hesitant. Months pass and you never go pass a slightly heated make out session. You begin to feel a little self-conscious and wonder if Iwaizumi doesn’t find you attractive enough to take it further. Iwaizumi on the other hand is smitten with you, but he knows how special sex can be for girls, especially if it’s their first time, and he doesn’t want to push you past your comfort zone. The two of you dance around the topic and never directly address it as you continue to hold hands and sweetly kiss each other. But a long conversation with your girl friends and their encouragement for you to take the initiative if you’re ready emboldens you. Iwaizumi is supposed to come over to your place this weekend to hang out and you’d timed it perfectly with your parent’s business trip, leaving the two of you alone in the house. You slip on the black long sleeved Godzilla shirt Iwaizumi had worn the first time you guys had ever hung out and take a deep breath before mustering the courage to slide your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath your boyfriend’s shirt. Satisfied with the way you look, you wait.

Iwaizumi knocks on your door, holding a bag of snacks which he promptly drops on the floor as he stares slack jawed at you. You quickly grab his wrist and drag him inside, locking the door behind him before shyly playing with your hair, unsure of what Iwaizumi thinks about your outfit. Iwaizumi drinks in the sight of you in his shirt. His eyes take in how the neck opening is far too large for you and reveals your collarbone and a sliver of your shoulder. They trail down to the way your hands swim in sleeves made for much longer arms than yours. And finally they land on the way your legs are fully on display for him as you clutch the hem of his shirt to keep your most intimate part covered. He can already begin to feel arousal flickering inside of him, but he gently grasps your jaw, tilting your head to look at him. “Babe, I need you to tell me exactly what you want. I want to make sure you’re completely sure about this.” He sees a hint of nervousness in your gaze, but it’s mixed with determination as you move forward until you’re chest to chest with Iwaizumi. He bites back a groan at the feel of pebbled nipples rubbing against his torso. “I want you to take my virginity and then after that I want you to keep on making love to me and fucking me, Iwaizumi.” Reassured by your confirmation, he leans down to lovingly kiss you before holding out his arms and growling, “jump”. You leap into his arms and with your arms interlocked behind his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist, you continue locking lips with him as he brings you both to your bedroom.

Iwaizumi gently lays you down on your bed and hovers over you. Your breath catches at the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at you like he wants to devour you. He roughly catches your lips with his, nipping at your bottom lip until your mouth opens and his tongue is tangling with yours. You squirm in his hold. You’ve made out before, but the intensity of this is new and your heart races as your nails dig into strong shoulders to anchor yourself. He pulls away, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of you before he continues his attack on your neck leaving a trail of mottled purple down the column of your neck. You cry out from the intensity and the slight pain, but you can feel a burning desire building within you at the thought of Iwaizumi painting you like a canvas and marking you for everyone to know who you belong to.

As he continues sucking and biting your sensitive neck, his hands begin to lift up the shirt you’re wearing, but his brows furrow when he feels nothing underneath. He stops his ministrations to look down and growls at the sight of you completely naked, no bra or panties, and his cock twitches at how vulnerable you look sprawled before him, while he’s still completely clothed. He practically rips the shirt off of you in his haste to have your body completely on show for him and sits back on his heels, drinking in the view of you. No one has ever seen you naked before and your self-consciousness has you attempting to cover your breasts and pussy as much as you can with your hands, but strong hands stop you from moving. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re beautiful.” You nervously look into Iwaizumi’s eyes and your heart soars at the love you see shining in his eyes.

He worships your body and you writhe underneath him as he leaves no inch of your skin untouched. Fingers graze you, his tongue, lips, and teeth trace across every inch of skin they reach and a fire is raging inside of you. Iwaizumi takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and sucks while fingers fondle the other nipple and you moan. “Fuck, baby, you sound so good. Keep on making sounds for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” The room fills with your incessant moans and the wet sounds of Iwaizumi lathering all his attention on your fleshy mounds. You’re so distracted by what’s happening that you don’t notice a rough hand beginning to descend further down your body until you keen as a long digit slides into your dripping hole and begins to gently thrust in and out of you. You’ve never had anything inside of you before and you lose yourself in the foreign pleasure. Broken pleas for more spill from your lips and Iwaizumi slips another finger into you, curling his fingers as he continues his in and out motions. When he enters a third finger, your eyes shoot open and your mouth falls open when he brushes against something inside of you. Iwaizumi smirks as he relentlessly teases that spot over and over again until you see stars and your walls quiver around him, clutching his fingers so tightly as if they want to forever be filled by them. He gently continues toying with your now sopping cunt until you shiver and softly push his arms away. Completely removing his hand from you, he hovers over you again to affectionately kiss you before finally stripping off his own clothes.

You’ve seen Iwaizumi shirtless before and you appreciatively eye the veins running down your boyfriend’s toned arms as he removes his shirt and you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his tanned torso, but your mouth goes dry and your pussy clenches at the sight of his pre-cum glazed cock that’s revealed when he removes his boxers. Your lower mouth throbs with a desire to be stuffed full, but you nervously bite your lips wondering if something so big can really fit inside you. Sensing the slight change in your mood, Iwaizumi hovers over you, stroking your face. “I’m going to take it slow. But I need you to let me know if you want me to take it even slower or completely stop, okay?” You nod and he moves to slide on a condom before repositioning himself until you feel the tip of his hard length prodding where you want it most. He slowly pushes in, stopping every inch or so while attentively rubbing your pulsing clit and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue to distract you from the discomfort. It’s a tight fit and you feel more stretched than you ever have, but with Iwaizumi’s steady pace and his pleasurable distractions, you’re soon letting out broken whines as you tighten around his cock, milking him for more. He finally bottoms out inside of you and you both groan at how perfectly you fit together. It’s like you were made to take him and only him. “Can I move, Y/N?” You frantically nod your head and let out a high-pitched scream as he almost fully pulls out before ramming himself all the way back into you. You hardly recognize your own voice as you claw at Iwaizumi’s back as he pounds into you. A lewd symphony fills your room as his balls slap against you, your pussy squelches with every movement of Iwaizumi’s hips, he grunts and heavily pants, and you let out a beautiful vocal scale of “more, harder, faster”. But the performance is nearing an end and you finish first, your back bending into a curve you didn’t know was possible before you slump back down to the bed, exhausted. Iwaizumi isn’t far behind and with just a few more desperate thrusts, he harshly grips your hips and buries himself as deep as he can go into your spasming heat and cums.

You both lay there for a bit. Iwaizumi has rolled you both onto your sides so he can cradle you in his arms and stroke your back and hair as he softly praises you. You nuzzle into his comforting warmth and smile fondly into green eyes. “Hajime, I’m glad you were my first. Thank you for taking care of me.” Flustered by your use of his first name, Iwaizumi stills for a second before he’s pulling you even tighter into him, a toothy grin overtaking his face and you both continue to lay there, feeling whole in each other’s arms.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu fic #haikyuu writing #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #aoba johsai #haikyuu x reader

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link4eva · 3 years

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Kiro’s S2 Company Project- Campus Youth Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for Season 2 content which hasn’t been released to the ENG server yet. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[Stage 1]

I’ve already graduated, but it feels good to be back at school.

At this moment, the conference room is full of people.

The woman sitting across from me was drinking water and putting down the thermos in her hand.

This very accomplished woman in front of me is a very reputable director and has a great reputation in many film festivals.

Not long ago we reached an agreement with this director--

A few months later, Kiro will be participating in a movie production involving friendship amongst youths on campus.

The director looked at Kiro next to me and said,

Director: As far as I know, Kiro has no experience of going to high school in China.

Director: Considering that every detail in our youth drama must be accurately portrayed….

Director: I propose that he go to the high school campus for a week to learn about high school life in China.

Director: At the end of that week, let’s discuss the experience of it.

After listening to the director’s suggestion, I fell into deep thought, and my fingers tapped on the table.

MC: If a star were to go to the campus to experience high school life for a week, will it cause “trouble” for the school and students?

Director: I have a friend in a private high school so we can call ahead and see.

Director: And this school holds great importance to the arts. I believe everyone will look forward to Kiro’s arrival. Of course, we will tell the students the exciting news in advance.

Director: With the students’ academic schedules in mind, I can only arrange a week.

MC: Sounds like a good idea.

I nodded slightly and looked at Kiro.

He put his chin in one hand and gave a silly smile.

Kiro: My thoughts are exactly the same as those of the director.

MC: Director, please arrange it.

MC: If you still need our cooperation, please feel free to let us know.

As soon as my voice fell, Kiro’s rang through.

Kiro: Director, I have a little suggestion~

Kiro: I hope that someone can be with me in addition to making it easy to shoot daily tidbits. And, in case any problems arise, they can also be handled promptly and properly.

After listening to these words, the director and I nodded in agreement.

Director: Okay, so do you recommend anyone?

Kiro gave a slight smile, and then those azure blue eyes fell on me.

Kiro: I think the most suitable candidate is….my boss!

After the director listened, she looked at me with a little astonishment.

My eyes widened slightly, and I couldn’t speak due to the surprise.

Kiro: Believe me, she is the best candidate.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer and is also very familiar with the shooting process.

Kiro: More importantly, she can handle various emergencies with her ability.

Kiro: With her, I feel at ease.

He stretched out his palm to calculate the “pros” of me a little bit. Seeing everyone’s eyes cast on me, I lowered my eyes to weigh the “pros and cons” of this plan.

Suddenly, Kiro bent over and came into my peripheral vision.

The golden hair that was swept down from his forehead swayed playfully, gradually occupying my gaze.

I raised my eyes to meet those bright eyes and heard him speak in a voice that only I could hear.

Kiro: MC, will you be my classmate?

(Cut to campus)

The moment Kiro and I walked into the school’s office early on Monday morning, the world suddenly became quiet.

I couldn’t help rubbing my ears; it felt as though the screams of the students were still echoing in my ears.

Unexpectedly, even though the exciting news was given in advance, the enthusiasm of the students was still overwhelming. *Changed some wording*

But looking at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn’t help sighing in my heart--

In the end, I still agreed to their suggestion “confusedly”...

Teacher: The formalities have been completed, so come with me.

A simple and powerful voice immediately pulled me back from my thoughts.

While I was following the teacher, the security guard turned towards Kiro beside me.

He was wearing a clean white shirt and pants for his school uniform. Even his golden bangs were slicked back. *Changed some wording*

The sun fell on his hair, spots of light scattered over it.

Seeing that I was about to arrive at the classroom, I had to withdraw my eyes somewhat reluctantly.

(Cut to the classroom)

The moment we walked into the classroom, all the students turned their eyes towards Kiro. As if they couldn’t contain their excitement, they whispered amongst each other.

Student A: Ah, it’s really Kiro!

Student B: We’re so lucky that he came to our class!

Teacher: Students, be quiet!

The teacher knocked hard on the table, but the students still couldn’t hold back their excited chatter.

Teacher: No matter how excited you are, you have to listen to the introduction of your new classmates.

The teacher seemed to understand the mindset of the students very well, and as soon as the voice fell in the classroom, it was silent.

Teacher: Classmates, please introduce yourselves.

Kiro took the lead in taking a step forward, showing a bright smile.

Kiro: Hello, everyone. I am Kiro.

Kiro: Because of work, I now want to spend a week as a student here with everyone.

Kiro: So, please forget my previous “identity”. I am just your classmate now.

Kiro: I hope I can spend a very happy week with you. Please give me your guidance.

Kiro seemed to have made an agreement and lowered his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because Kiro’s voice was magical; the students nodded obediently and slowly calmed down.

But soon their curious eyes fell on me. I gave a smile and said,

MC: Hello, everyone. I’m MC. Please give me your guidance for this coming week~

After the ceremonial applause was over, Kiro and I sat in the last row of empty seats.

As soon as I sat down, a few crisp claps came from the direction of the podium.

Teacher: Students, the annual art festival will soon start.

Teacher: We will also give a performance and decorate the campus in accordance with tradition.

Teacher: I heard that Kiro loves music very much. He will be responsible for this year’s art festival. Do you have any objections?

Students: No!

Students: With him, our festival must be the most brilliant!

Everyone turned around unanimously and looked at Kiro expectantly.

The sunlight reflected on Kiro’s brand-new white shirt, and the reflection off of it seemed to light up the entire classroom.

He straightened up, and the corner of his mouth raised up into a sincere smile.

Kiro: Okay. Everyone, leave it to me!

[Stage 2]

Internet age. Be comfortable with various situations. *It came out like this so I’m hoping this makes sense lol*

Kiro has been very busy these days. He has to arrange the art festival and attend classes on top of that.

Looking at Kiro, who was lying on the table during the break, I gently took out the disposable camera from my bag and pointed it at him.

In the picture, he is lying on his arm lazily, with long eyelashes, and his face squished.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his blue eyes.

Kiro: Miss Chips, has class started yet?

There was a trace of longing for sleep in his voice, which made me laugh.

MC: Not yet, you….

Ring--

Halfway through our conversation, the school bell rang in the classroom.

Unexpectedly, he swept away his tiredness and immediately sat up straight in excitement.

Kiro: After this class is a music class. This is the first time I have a music class in a private high school!

He is like a child who is about to get a toy, his eyes full of unconcealed anticipation.

There were neat footsteps in the corridor, and the teacher soon walked in.

Teacher: There is still a lot to do for this semester. We will have two consecutive classes today and cancel the next music class.

As soon as the voice fell, voices of complaint were heard all over the classroom.

I looked to Kiro but found that he was a little bit frustrated and turned his head.

Immediately afterwards, his elbow crossed the middle line and was propped up on my table. He lowered his voice.

Kiro: MC, the music class will be cancelled. Is this reasonable?

I nodded to the person who reached over and cast a regretful look at him.

Kiro: Is there no other way? How did you solve it before?

Suddenly, a white piece of chalk hit his head, leaving a small mark.

Teacher: Class time! Go out and talk.

Kiro rubbed his head aggrievedly and put his hands on his desk obediently.

Teacher: The book, do you want me to get it out for you?

Kiro immediately lowered his head and fumbled in the drawer for a long time and then cast a look at me asking for help.

He just moved his lips, and then followed the teacher with some fear. He picked up the pen and quickly wrote something on the notebook.

After a little bit, a small piece of paper was gently pushed in front of me--

“Miss Chips, what kind of class is this? OvO”

I held the note silently, pretending to be note-taking, and wrote a word in big letters on the note--

“Language.”

[Stage 3]

Helping Kiro organize the school’s art festival can be thought of as filling in something that was not possible before.

The bell finally rang and I turned my head to find that Kiro’s figure had disappeared at the door of the classroom.

Maybe he went to the bathroom….

I didn’t worry too much about it and lay on the table lazily.

MC: Did class time ever pass by this slowly before?

I closed my eyes with ease. I don’t know how long I was out until there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door.

Kiro: We’re going to music class!

I opened my eyes in surprise, only to find that the students had surrounded Kiro.

Student A: Wow, awesome! She’s normally what we would consider “unreasonable”. *Changed some wording*

Student B: How did you do it? Quickly teach us!

With every word, the students said, Kiro held his chin pretentiously.

Kiro: Actually, it’s very simple. I just used my role as the person in charge of the festival and confidently asked for music class back!

Kiro: Learning is important, but it also requires a combination of work and rest!

Soon, the class bell rang again, and the students waved their arms excitedly.

Teacher: Walk nicely and go to music class--

The sound of youthful and restless footsteps disappeared one after another from the classroom, leaving only me and Kiro.

He walked up to me in the sunlight and patted my shoulder lightly.

Kiro: Let’s go, it’s time to go to class.

He smiled so brightly, the previous bright smile from before remained on his face.

I looked at Kiro who was so dazzling, and I couldn’t open my eyes for a little bit.

I couldn’t help but look at my school uniform, and suddenly laughed.

Kiro: Miss Classmate, what’s up?

I shook my head without speaking, got up and walked to his side.

MC: Classmate Kiro, let’s go~

I walked briskly out of the classroom, and Kiro followed me closely.

The sunlight pierced through the gaps of the leaves and fell on the corridor, printing a bit of staggered light and shadow.

With the position of the light, his mouth seemed to rise to the same arc as mine.

I can’t help wondering if Kiro and I are both happy about the same thing in our hearts--

I’m glad that I can be a classmate in this time and space with you.

[Stage 4]

Every story will have an ending, just as the cold winter must usher in the spring.

Since I started preparing for the festival’s activities, everyone will seemingly purposely stay after class to help out every day.

I walked around the corner with the camera, recording Kiro’s every move.

Although he was wearing a school uniform and seemed no different from this group of high school students, he still had an aura of maturity.

Kiro looked around and said,

Kiro: Some classmates told me in private that they didn’t like to perform on stage very much.

Kiro: So, those who don’t want to perform on stage, please raise your hands!

When his voice fell, the students laughed at each other and did nothing else for a while.

Kiro seemed to be aware of some of the students’ worries and timidity. So, he let out a long sigh and spoke softly.

Kiro: Although the art festival is a collaborative event, it doesn’t necessarily require everyone to perform on stage.

Kiro: Because I always think that it is embarrassing to “force” myself to do things I don’t want to do.

In the camera, although the corners of his mouth were raised in a smile, his eyes flashed with dim light.

Kiro: Don’t forget that we also have the task of decorating the campus. It is also one of the collaborative activities, isn’t it?

Kiro: So raise your hand loud and proud!

After some silence, a trembling hand finally was raised into the air. Immediately afterward, about seven or eight hands were raised one after another.

The remaining classmates who did not raise their hands seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled brightly when they looked at the raised hands.

Student A: The task of decorating the campus is up to you.

Student B: Well, if you don’t have enough manpower, we will help!

Seeing them in a passionate discussion, the corners of my mouth rose unconsciously.

Suddenly, a familiar golden figure drew me into the crowd.

Kiro: Classmate, I need your help.

He leaned into my ear and whispered something.

I couldn’t help looking at him in surprise, my mouth moved slightly.

MC: How to help?

He smiled and turned his head, the setting sun outside the window happened to fall into his deep ocean eyes, reflecting the charming colours.

Kiro: Of course to help!

After sorting out the desires of all the students, Kiro and I divided them into two teams.

One is in charge of the show and the other is in charge of decorating the campus. In order to improve efficiency, I took the initiative to propose a team responsible for decoration.

MC: First of all, we must make a list of props and strictly manage our budget according to a certain proportion of class fees.

To help everyone understand more clearly, I drew a simple budget sheet on the blackboard.

It wasn’t until I put down the chalk and turned to face everyone, that I found everyone was casting admiring glances.

Students: That’s so amazing….You made it look so easy!! *Changed some wording*

I smiled embarrassedly, but Kiro beside me patted my shoulder with some pride.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer.

Kiro: So don’t worry, leave it to us.

Kiro: Although there’s no guarantee that our class’ performance will be the best.

Kiro: It will definitely make everyone the happiest!

[Stage 5]

Operation school is a go. *Changed some wording.*

There are new messages.

*I had trouble with this part so hopefully it makes sense when you read it. I’ll put the screenshots in below so you can see those too.*

Miss Producer,

There’s some good news for you, the show has been arranged! I compiled a lot of tips from countless stages experiences. I believe that the effect will reach the audience by then!

When the art festival begins, that’s when we’ll “graduate”, right? I don’t have any regrets. I feel that high school life in China is like this; it’s better than I thought and even happier! I wonder if you have the same thought?

Reply:

0(n_n)0~

[Stage 6]

Good actors will blend right into the play. *Changed some wording.*

The school bell rang, and I looked at the books on the desk and stuffed them into my bag with some reluctance.

The day after tomorrow, the high school life experience with Kiro and I will end.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked to the side and found that Kiro seemed to show the same expression as me.

He smoothed some of the curled corners of the book, and his curled eyelashes were downcast.

Kiro: Class is over. Let’s go.

I nodded, picked up my bag and walked out with him.

(Cut to outside)

As soon as we walked to the gate of the school, we saw students from a distance stopping us.

Students: Although there is still some time before the art festival, you will be leaving soon.

Students: So we specifically asked the teacher for the chance to rehearse in advance and wanted to invite you to join us!

I couldn’t help but freeze just as I was about to say something.

Kiro raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, then smiled handsomely.

Kiro: Where is the rehearsal hall? Let’s hurry up!

(Cut to rehearsal hall)

Kiro was standing in the center of the stage wearing a white school uniform, and my thoughts were suddenly taken back to California.

Although I wasn’t there to see him attending school in California, the figure in front of me depicts my imagination of his past.

He must not have been too different back then from how he is now. He was so dazzling that people couldn’t look away.

Kiro: MC!

A voice from a distance drew me back to reality.

Kiro: Come on up!

I walked onto the stage with some hesitancy, but he grabbed my arm tightly.

Kiro: Today is our first and last rehearsal. Don’t be lazy.

MC: Wait, I don��t have a place in the performance….

Before I finished speaking, I was pulled up onto the stage.

Kiro: Haha, I actually don’t have a place either.

Kiro: But it doesn’t matter, let’s just be two cute little actors.

Kiro swayed lightly to the rhythm of the music, and the lights of the stage made him brighter than ever.

Suddenly, the stage light changed colours randomly, as if something unexpected happened.

The students stopped and looked around for the theatre staff. But it seemed that it was because it was lunchtime, there was no one in the booth.

Seeing everyone looking anxious, I hurriedly said,

MC: Someone take me to the booth, let me try to solve it.

One of the students stood up, and I followed her to the booth.

I walked to the booth and looked. The functions on it were similar to what I was used to at the TV station.

I let out a sigh of relief and after a few skilled operations, the stage lights returned to normal.

MC: Classmates, you should go back to the stage first. I will help you with the stage for the time being until the stage staff return.

After speaking, I pressed the PA button.

MC: Let’s rehearse again. I can clearly see whether the formation is neat or not.

MC: If you have any questions, I will give you feedback.

MC: 3, 2, 1, Start.

As soon as my voice fell, I immediately pressed the music play button.

Suddenly, a similar touch of gold in the distance bounced into my sight.

But my position was too far away from the stage, and I couldn’t see Kiro’s expression clearly.

He raised a hand high and seemed to make a gesture.

I couldn’t help squinting my eyes, trying to see his gesture clearly--

A thumb was raised high and shook excitedly at me.

[Stage 7]

High school life ended in the blink of an eye. Kiro and I went to the conference room as scheduled and handed in the “answer sheet”.

Director: Kiro, how was your experience this week? Do you think it will be helpful for the shooting?

Kiro lowered his eyes as if he was thinking, but the corners of his mouth had already “betrayed” him….

Kiro: Actually, high school life in China is not very different from that in foreign countries, but I am very happy.

Kiro: Because I have new wonderful memories of high school.

Kiro stopped suddenly and raised his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: The teachers in China are excellent, and sneaking snacks requires super skill to succeed.

Kiro: And if you whisper in class, you will be hit with chalk.

Kiro: But MC taught me to use a small note to communicate so you’re less likely to get caught.

Seeing Kiro’s “blabbermouth”, I quickly gave him a look.

He seemed to have received my signal and snickered uncontrollably.

Kiro: Ahem, but what I am happiest about is that I feel the beauty of youth again.

Kiro: The beauty of being a student feels purer now as an adult.

Kiro: In fact, this purity has always been there, but it was in slumber.

Kiro: Therefore, we must work hard to wake it up and let it revisit the world.

Kiro’s eyes creased in a smile as if to express his satisfaction of this time.

Memories are always full of filters, painting the time called “youth” with soft and bright colours.

It is flawless and pure, representing all the cleanliness and beauty. It is far away and unreachable as if some beauty can only stay for that period of time.

But people have forgotten that we should have this purity, even more, when we grow up.

When facing this complicated world, we shouldn’t take it for granted.

Looking at his smile, the figure in the white school uniform came to mind again.

It is like the brilliant sun shining everywhere in my heart, making people nostalgic and looking forward to the future.

I can’t help but believe this dazzling figure will meet me in various forms in the future.

The meeting ended in joy, and only me and Kiro were left in the room.

MC: Kiro, let’s wait a bit before leaving.

I took out the USB drive in my pocket and inserted it into the computer, and then turned on the projector.

MC: I have a small gift I want to give you.

After that, a video popped up on the projector background, which was a recording of Kiro’s high school life this week--

There’s footage of him running in the courtyard in his school uniform, and footage of him dozing off with his head on his arm.

And the look of my school bag on his shoulders.

Even the footage of him “copying his homework” was left guilty as evidence by me.

Kiro: Miss Chips….

He watched the video with a look of surprise and murmured to me.

MC: Although it was only a short experience, this is the first time you and I have been classmates.

MC: So I want to keep this memory forever and ever.

Until the video was finished, I looked at the picture in the last frame with nostalgia--

Me in school uniform, and him in school uniform.

We faced the camera and raised our brightest smiles.

This gift isn’t to make up the regret of youth but rather to record the me I was then and the me I am now.

Although we have grown up, we can still depict the youthfulness of Kiro and me at this moment.

Suddenly, Kiro walked right in front of me.

Kiro: Thank you, I really like this gift.

Kiro: But I didn’t expect Miss Chips’ gift to down without my knowledge.

With that said, he took out two small student name tags one by one from his pocket--

The names of Kiro and me are engraved on them.

At that time, due to the rush and short-term “entry”, the school did not prepare a name tag for us.

But at this moment, the name tag in Kiro’s hand seemed to reflect the light of the projector, reflecting a beautiful brilliance.

Kiro: MC, although the time was short, we really did become classmates.

Kiro: And you see, this is proof.

[End]

We went to the high school campus to experience high school life once more. The purpose of this experience was to add more vivid details to the youth drama that was to be filmed. But this wonderful time and the infinite expectations for the future at this moment will be deeply imprinted in my mind.

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klarolinelibrary · 3 years

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Hello! Upon time (and some prodding), my deliberation comes to an end. Thank you for waiting. For my prize, I would like to prompt you lovelies with necromancer + picnic + online friendship. Much love!

Klaroline Library Trivia Prize: A Ghost With An Accent

For @strangenightsofdaydreams

"I thought you said you didn't like this guy."

Caroline feels her face scrunching up in annoyance despite her efforts in ignoring him.

"The silent treatment? Don't be cruel, love. I'm looking out for you," he says, ducking his head low while his eyes feign innocence. Some would call it 'puppy dog' eyes (which she finds annoyingly cute but not the point) then throws a devilish smirk.

Klaus walks over to Stefan's side, eyeing him carefully. "What do you see in this douche? He's trying too hard at being mysterious with his twilit hair. How can you ignore that?"

Of course, he butchers the title of the vampire movie they saw the other day. As much as he complains about it, he still stuck around watching all five films with her. Thank god, Stefan's too busy talking about his family or something to notice her not fully listening to him. Smile and nod is something she's good at doing.

Klaus sighs obnoxiously. "How does he not notice you are finding him horribly boring?" He tucks his arms behind him as he continues to walk along aside Stefan.

1... 2... 3...

Caroline starts counting to herself until she's confident she won't lose her mind on her unwanted third wheel. She tries not to live in regret, but at this moment, she regrets asking her friend about that spell, not knowing it would bite her in the ass like this.

Necromancy is always a confusing and complicated form of magic. What her friend performed was tricky and idiotic on her part to even ask. All she wanted was a brief moment to talk to her mom, but what she ended up with was a pain in the ass manchild who doesn't know when to stop pushing buttons.

She doesn't mind his company in small doses, but Klaus has a knack for being around when she wants to be alone, like right now. The fact that he's playing the third wheel at her date is distracting. And all his sarcastic comments he's been giving out since she threw on this little black dress is getting on her nerves too.

Who even uses that much hair gel?

Shit.

Stefan is talking to her, and she knows it. She can see his lips moving, but for the life of her, she can't hear a word he's saying. Caroline feels guilty because he isn't that terrible of a date.

Focus Caroline. Get it together!

"I'm sorry, Stefan. Can you repeat that?" A forced giggle spills past her lips, painfully awkward, but she needs to join the living again.

"It's alright, love. He's as interesting as a bag of bricks."

Caroline clenches her jaw, holding her tongue, but her eyes shift briefly at Klaus, then looks back at Stefan in time to hear his response.

"Oh, I was just pointing out that we're here," Stefan smiles kindly at her. Caroline looks around and notices they have arrived at the park. Heat rushes up to her neck onto her cheeks, not realizing how distracted she's been.

"Shall we?" He offers his arm to her, and Caroline hesitantly accepts with a smile. "Should have said this earlier, but you look stunning." Her head lowers, hiding her face from Stefan. From the corner of her eye, she notices Klaus's eye roll. "Let's sit by the water," Stefan says with a chuckle as he adjusts his grip on the picnic basket in his other hand.

Today was a good day for a picnic, not that she had any doubts about it. The weather app she's been keeping an eye on says it's all clear skies. She shifts a little uncomfortably, seeing as she isn't entirely dressed for a picnic but sits on the plaid blanket he lays out for them. She can't help think about how nice the date is going, considering how long it has been.

Caroline jumps a little, startled by Stefan reaching over, brushing a loose strand away from her face. He chuckles awkwardly, pulling his hand away. "Sorry, I - I didn't mean to freak you out there," he stumbles at his explanation.

Caroline smiles sheepishly, "It's okay... I was a little distracted." Her eyes catch Klaus laughing to himself, probably at the apparent awkwardness between her and her date.

"I uh hope you enjoy what I've packed for us," he says, opening the basket in front of them. A significant odor assaults Caroline's nostrils, stinging her eyes too. She catches herself before making a ghastly remark at his planned spread.

Klaus gingerly sits beside her, leaning into her ear. "I know that face, love."

"He certainly knows how to charm a lady," he comments, sarcasm dripping into his tone. They both eye the amateurish arrangement of detestable cuisine.

The walk home was much better than the prepared meal as the more she walks with Stefan, the less she notices Klaus. Her house slowly appears, like a beacon in the darkness. Tension rise between her and Stefan with the approaching end to their date. Once they've reached the front steps of her home, Caroline turns to look at Stefan, anticipating a goodbye or maybe a kiss?

Stefan takes a step forward, raising his hand as he did earlier, and caresses her cheek. Caroline waits for the fluttering in her stomach or any sign of feelings past the friendship she and Stefan developed online. But her blue eyes drift past Stefan and onto Klaus. The man was leaning on a lamppost, looking up at the night sky. His face somber, with another emotion she couldn't place. At that moment, she sharpens her focus back onto Stefan, who seems confused, probably by her sudden indifference.

Caroline takes a step back, and her sights drop to their feet. "Um... I'm sorry, Stefan. I - I'm not being fair to you," she stumbles over her words with her hands intertwine tightly. "I had a lot of fun talking to you online and all, but... I don't think I'm ready for this."

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sapphire374 · 3 years

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Soy Sol: Chapter 14 (Weeks Away)

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Luna enters the hospital room. “Simón, I came as fast as I can. What happened?” Luna looks over Simón and Ámbar worriedly. “No nothing, just an athlete’s injury,” Simón chuckles. “Glad to see you still have your good humor,” Luna chuckles too. “He sprained his ankle which means he won’t be able to participate in the competition,” Ámbar confesses. “No no, I’m all good. I’m perfectly fine, I can and will participate in that competition-" “No you won’t. The doctor said you can’t do any extraneous activities including roller skating.” Ámbar cuts Simón off. He sighs with dismay.

“Well at least I have good news. Our team qualified for the competition!” Luna mentions. They all quietly cheer with happy hands since they’re at a hospital and want Simón to rest. “Well honey, I’mma let you get some rest okay,” Ámbar gets up from her chair and kisses Simón before heading out the door with Luna.

“I can’t believe this happened. Simón must have been in huge pain. I feel bad not being there,” Luna admits. “Don’t feel bad, he’ll recover soon. I know Simón. You were going through a lot too, it made sense for you to leave. Sometimes when we’re stressed, we need peace and some alone time. We sadly have another issue at our hands though. We have no one to replace Simon,” Ámbar states.

“Do you have anyone in mind?” Luna asks. “Nope. No one that I know of at school know how to skate. I think it’s also too late to hold auditions for a replacement.”

Luna scratches her head and keeps thinking. “Is there anyone you have in your contacts from working with other teams in the past that you know that can help us?” Luna suggests. Ámbar takes out her phone and scrolls through her contacts. A familiar name pops up. “I think I know someone who can help,” Ámbar glares towards Luna. She presses the call button and waits for a response.

Jam and Roller

Jazmin enters the locker room and sees a note taped on to her locker. “Meet me at Fountain Park, I would love to get to know those sparkly eyes, from your secret admirer.” Jazmín starts jumping up and down. Delfi enters and sees her best friend ecstatic. “Wow I’m shocked you would be this happy after what just happened to Simón,” Delfi remarked. “What? No! I’m not happy for that! I’m happy for this!” Jazmín hands Delfi the note. Delfi’s eyes grow large. “Wow Jazmin, this is awesome. A little sketchy but intriguing.” Jazmín squeals, “I know right, it’s my two favorite things! I’m so excited and so curious too! I wonder who it could be?” Delfi nods. “Yes, I’m very happy for you but I think it’s best I go with you just in case the guy is a creep. I don’t want you to go alone. Better yet, me and Pedro can accompany you. Once we see it’s someone safe, we’ll leave you be,” Delfi advises. “Well, if you say so,” Jazmin responds.

Simón goes one step at a time into the cafeteria with crutches. The doctor let him get released early since Simón wasn’t feeling much pain and begged the doctor. Nico and Pedro help Simón sit down and get readjusted. “I feel awful,” Simón exclaims. “What? But you said you weren’t feeling much pain to the doctor?” Luna asks. “No, I don’t mean that. I meant that I feel awful that you guys now don’t have another member for the team,” Simón moped. “Don’t worry about that. The main priority is you having a fast recovery. We’ll look for a replacement and everything will be okay,” Luna tries to comfort Simón. Luna then heads over to Ámbar and whispers, “so how did the phone call go?”

“She didn’t pick up, so I just left her a message. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see for her response,” Ámbar says. Juliana enters the room. “Even though Simón has gotten hurt, which I hope you feel better soon dear, that doesn’t mean we should all stop training. The competition is coming close, and we need to seriously prepare. While Ámbar and Luna look for a replacement, we shall keep moving forward with our training.” The whole gang head to the rink and start practicing.

Nico stays with Simón and serve all the guests their food and drinks. Simón calls Nico over. “Look I don’t want to sit here and do nothing to help the gang out. I want to do something, but it feels like I’m powerless not getting to skate with them,” Simón admits.

“You’re not powerless, and we can still help them without skating.” Simón looks confused, “like what?” Nico waits thinking. “I have an idea. You know how the Roller Band is back. Well how about we perform the song in the back while they skate in the competition. Something fresh while keeping it like old times like when we performed ‘I’ve Got a Feeling.’ You don’t have to stand, you can sit down on a chair while still playing your guitar and singing,” Nico suggests.

“Amigo, eso es padrisimo! That is an incredible idea! There’s just one thing… Pedro won’t be able to perform with us since he’ll be skating with the gang,” Simón claimed. “It’s okay cause we can have Yam sing with us, I don’t think she’s skating in the team.” Simón starts cheering, getting really excited. “I’ll start practicing the chords!”

Wedding Dress Fitting

Monica, Luna, Nina, Delfi, and Jazmín sit huddled around. Jim and Yam had to decline their invitation due to them helping out Nico fill in shifts and rehearse the Roller Band performance for the competition. Ámbar enters with the first dress. “I hope Simón recovers in time for the wedding. I wouldn’t want to see him hurt on our wedding day,” Ámbar sighs. “Well since you aren’t going to have your wedding till a few months after the competition, I think he will get back to walking by then,” Monica assumes.

Ámbar turns and show the gang her dress. “Wow Ámbar you look like a princess!” Luna exclaims stunned. Monica and the gang agrees. “It looks nice, but I don’t like how it’s so plain,” Ámbar says. She goes with the seamstress to the racks of dresses.

While everyone waits for Ámbar to enter with a different dress, Jazmín breaks the silence. “So, since everyone is silent, I have something to say. I have a secret admirer and I’m going to meet him today!” Jazmín reveals. Everyone cheers for Jazmín. “Yes, and Pedro and I are planning to accompany her just in case the dude isn’t sketchy, but we’re all very happy for her,” Delfi states. “I hope he’s charming, funny, kind, but also cute and maybe even a little spicy,” Jazmín says. “Oh, don’t we all,” the seamstress chimes in. “Jazmín, I hope when you say spicy you mean he likes spicy food,” Nina nervously comments. The whole gang begins to laugh. Ámbar tries all sorts of designs and looks till she finds her favorite one that she feels matches her aesthetic. “What about this one?” Ámbar asks on her fourteenth dress fitting.

“Ámbar you look like you’re glowing. You are a fairy now, wow.” Luna states. Ámbar giggles while the rest agree with Luna. “78% of women say that when it comes to choosing the perfect wedding dress, always stick with your gut,” Nina consoled. “So I guess this is the dress. I love it!” Ámbar announces. Jazmín takes out her tablet and begins filming. “This will look amazing on my Ja Jazmin channel!” “No Jazmin!” everyone yelled. “Jazmin you can’t post this since the groom and everyone else are not supposed to know how my dress looks yet. I want it to be a surprise on the day of the wedding,” Ámbar advised Jazmin. “Oh sorry. I didn’t know. Geez you guys didn’t have to be so harsh.”

Jim and Yam’s Apartment

Ramiro hurriedly knocks on the door. Yam opens. “Look Yam, I don’t know if you’ll agree or not but please listen to me. You must take that deal, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. No this doesn’t mean we should break up either because I truly think we can make this long-distance thing work okay. I’ll visit you every so often and you’ll do the same for me. We can make this work, I promise. I have waited for too long for us to just break up before this has even started,” Ramiro declares to Yam.

“Ramiro this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I find it actually pretty funny how I was going to suggest for us to do long-distance too because I don’t want to leave you either,” Yam tears up. Ramiro presses his lips against Yam and holds her tight. They capture this moment to remember it.

Jim appears behind Yam. “So…. This is awkward cause I’m in my PJs,” Jim protests. They start laughing when they see her wearing her unicorn PJs, she laughs with them too.

*Gif by @ambarxsmith*

Jam and Roller

Delfi and Pedro enter the cafeteria. Luna and Nina rush over to them. “So, who’s Jazmín’s secret admirer? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luna questions. “So apparently it’s someone she already knew at the Fundom. He was part of one of the behind the scenes guys and even worked with Pixie a lot. He also viewed Jazmin on the side and had a big crush on her but didn’t know how to say it. He seems sweet and makes Jazmín happy, which is the important thing,” Delfi responds. “Awwww,” Luna and Nina say in unison.

“So have you guys figured out who will be the replacement for the team?” Nico asks. “Sadly no, from what I know of,” Luna responds. “I can’t believe this happened to Simón and so sudden too. The good thing though is that the Roller Band, sadly without me since I have to skate, get to sing at the competition,” Pedro chimes in. “Speaking of which, did Yam say yes to getting to sing with you guys?”

“Oh yes, she was thrilled. She thought the idea was creative and is excited to getting to sing with us again,” Nico responded. Ámbar walks over to where the gang is at the cafeteria. “So, any news on that contact?” Luna asks. “Sadly no, I think we’re going to have to find someone else,” Ámbar reveals.

The door’s bell chimes out loud when a familiar face walks into the place. “Hey guys! So, a little a birdy told me that the Jam and Losers are in desperate need of help. Well, you guys have come to the right person,” Emilia exclaims.

“Wow Jazmín will be upset knowing she may just have missed the news of the year,” Delfi admittedly surprised.

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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「眷然恋影」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: Zuo Ran Birthday 2021- Days to Re-Live Forever (4.22: Dubbing Contest)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist / Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Will also be filed under Zuo Ran’s tag #Tears of a Lawyer *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event

4.18 / 4.20 / 4.22 / 4.24 / 4.26 Messages / Investigations / Call

Location: The Film Museum

MC: "You really like me?"

MC: "Even my clothes?"

Zuo Ran: "I like your clothes."

MC: "And my hair. Isn't it too… Brown?"

Zuo Ran: "I like brown."

……

Zuo Ran and I were currently participating in the Film Museum's Holo-dubbing Contest. Granted, the reason why I participated in it was to nab more volunteer points.

MC: (Lawyer Zuo's really handling it in stride. Looks like I'm guaranteed to get the points this time round!)

The set still required a large window mural, and I'd get enough points to redeem it so long as I win this contest.

MC: (I never thought that he'd agree without a moment's hesitation when I told him that I wanted to try dubbing.)

The holographic projection recreated the scene of the male and female leads of "About Time", displaying it in all its glory and providing us with an immersive dubbing experience.

This clip included both the first meeting of the hero and the heroine, and the scene where they met again before starting to date each other. It was an edited version filled with scenes that I'd specially picked out.

Zuo Ran's voice was warm and tender, as if he really was the male protagonist in the film.

Initially, I was a little nervous; but I'd gradually relaxed under the influence of his voice.

MC: (The next line will be Tim's famed one; I'm really looking to see Lawyer Zuo's performance!)

In the movie, this was where the hero, Tim, had already come to the outdoor balcony, with the intention of inviting Mary, the heroine, to leave with him; Together, alone.

Zuo Ran: If… We leave now, this will only just be the beginning."

Suddenly, there was a little hesitation in his speech.

MC: ???

Although it didn't affect the rhythm of how the conversation between the duo flower, it was still slower compared to the pace he had been previously going at

I unconsciously turned to face him, only to realize that the screen of the teleprompter before him was actually pitch-black.

MC: (His teleprompter suddenly broke…?)

Surprised at the sudden turn of events, I was more than ready to call a temporary halt to the competition to get a staff member to fix his teleprompter back up.

But just a moment later, Zuo Ran's voice rang out once more. He was still continuing onwards with the dubbing.

Zuo Ran: "I like your eyes."

Zuo Ran: "And the other parts of your face."

His tender voice he used held innumerable affection. Compared to it being just a dub, this was more like… As if he was really professing his love in front of his lover.

MC: (Did he… Memorize the original script?)

As if confirming my guess, he continued on smoothly.

I saw that it was about time for my line, so I hurriedly composed myself, putting all my concentration into acting out the script.

MC: "Not just any ordinary beginning?"

Zuo Ran: "...10 beginnings that will shock an ordinary person."

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The dubbing session successfully came to a close thanks to Zuo Ran's brilliant and immaculate performance.

MC: Lawyer Zuo, did you just… Memorize the entire script earlier?

Zuo Ran: Yes. Thankfully, I didn't err too badly.

Zuo Ran: I normally watch the original version of the movie. We had to use the translated lines instead this time, so I did a little pre-preparation.

Zuo Ran: I never thought that it'll come in this handy.

Certainly enough, he was always one to prefer the original version of things, be it a book or a movie.

MC: I see… I feel like you've managed to get a very accurate grasp on the character’s emotions; is this because you’re just really well prepared?

Zuo Ran: I suppose so. I’m not a professional voice actor, but to my understanding of things, what makes the character is what makes for a successful voice-over.

Zuo Ran: That’s why I re-watched the movie a couple more times with the aim of dubbing it in mind. I suppose that was just me, trying to rush at the very last minute to make something count.

MC: Now you’re being way too humble! Come to think of it, I feel like you’ve got quite some similarities to the male protagonist in this movie.

Zuo Ran: Similarities?

MC: Yup. The both of you are lawyers, and you both have very warm personalities.

Zuo Ran: Is that so…? Even if that’s the case, there are some traits of his that I admire.

MC: Oh?

Zuo Ran: Yes. For example, how he’s willing to travel through time again and again, suffering through the long wait that comes with each and every journey; all just so that he can meet the person he loved once more.

Zuo Ran: I admire his courage.

MC: Do you also have things you have to muster up courage to do, Lawyer Zuo?

Zuo Ran: ……Yes.

MC: Then I believe that you'll definitely be able to do it.

Zuo Ran: Eh?

MC: You’re always someone reliable to me, regardless of whether it’s something job-related, or even life matters.

MC: From solving complicated cases on one end of the spectrum, to just an ordinary dubbing contest on the other. I’d say that I feel absolutely at ease just by having you here with me.

MC: That’s why, I believe that you’ll be able to do it, regardless of what it is. You’ll be able to power through it.

MC: You’re the sort of proactive person whose actions speak more than words. Hence, I’ll always put my trust in you, Lawyer Zuo.

Zuo Ran: ……

He levelled his gaze seriously at me for a while before a smile crept up onto his face.

Zuo Ran: Okay, I won’t let you down; not when you’ve put your faith into me.

He paused, hesitating.

Zuo Ran: Actually… It wasn’t just due to habit that I’d prepared for this time’s dubbing contest all so thoroughly.

Zuo Ran: You said that you’d be able to gain a large number of points if you won this, so I decided… That I’d make you win, no matter what.

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In the end, we both won the championship, just as I’d hoped for.

First things first, I went off to exchange my points for the mural that I needed, placing it back where it was supposed to be located on the set.

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Previous Part: (4.20: Questionnaire Filling) | Next Part: (4.24: Exchanging Movie Reviews)

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 3 years

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Illusion | Brad Davis x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Words: 3582

Warnings: Reader do be insecure, so slight angst, and one swear word. Slight canon divergent.

Kuya = Older Brother, Ading = Younger Sibling, Tsismis = Gossip/chitchat

A/N: I'm supposed to be sleeping or at least finishing up [Science & Faith], but I'm finishing this instead.

Summary: Continuation of [Crush]. Things aren't official with you and Brad and as the trip goes on, questions are made and secrets are revealed.

You knew that Mysterio was a shady bastard, but no one would listen. They were too distracted by his cape and green lasers to care. He was too nice, too understanding. You weren’t sure how to tell Peter about it, but you knew he trusted this Mysterio person easily because of what he’d been through. Ned wasn’t much help, either, seeing that he was busy with Betty to understand the gravity of the situation. Adding to that, you had to help Peter sneak away from the group every time Spiderman was needed and hide it from everyone including Michelle and Brad.

“I need to go,” Peter said hurriedly, eyes darting around as he pulled you aside just before you could enter the theater.

“Are you serious right now?” you hissed. “You promised MJ-”

“I know, I know. I don’t want to be doing this, either, but the world’s got no one else to help but me.”

You didn’t have any spider powers, but you could feel the waves of anxiety rolling off of him. You sighed. “I wish I could help you.”

“You’re helping me right now. Keep an eye on everyone, okay? You’re one of if not the most observant person I know. Call me when something comes up. Tell MJ that I’m sick or something.”

“Alright,” you resigned, “But be careful. You know how I feel about that red caped guy. And please try to steer the monster away from the Opera House.”

“I know. Thank you, (Y/n/n).” He turns to run out, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll be back as soon as I can!”

You watched him leave before making your way back to the theater room where Brad was waiting for you. He reached out a hand and you took it, following him in to join the rest of the group. You spotted Michelle and told her that Peter got food poisoning and needed to go back to the hotel. Her face remained neutral as she nodded, but you knew that she was disappointed and worried. There was a short silent exchange with your brother before you found a seat near him and Michelle.

You let out a long tired breath as you sat back in the comfy velvety theater chairs. When you turned your head, you saw Brad staring right at you. “What is it?” you asked.

He narrowed his eyes. “You and Peter’s been whispering a lot to each other lately,” he commented.

It was your turn to narrow your eyes. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since he and my brother met. Jealous, Mr. Davis?”

He scoffed. “No,” he muttered, shifting in his seat as the lights dimmed.

Music began to flood the room as the performance started, but you could see that there was more that Brad wanted to talk about. You looked around and saw that everyone’s attention was on the stage. From the corner of your eye, you could see Brad moving his arm onto the arm rest, palm facing up with his fingers wiggling teasingly. You bit back a smile, slowly reaching over to place your hand on his. Without tearing his eyes away from the stage, he weaved his fingers with yours and smiled. You were still not fully convinced that he actually liked you, but it didn’t hurt to indulge just a little bit in the moment.

As the opera continued, you could see Michelle looking back at the entrance several times before finally leaving. Betty leaned towards Ned and started to whisper excitedly. Ned began to protest as Betty got up to follow her.

“What’s going on?” you asked your brother.

“Betty thinks MJ’s going to the carnival, so she wants to go, too,” he said, not even noticing your fingers intertwined with Brad’s. “Stay here, I’m going to go get them.”

“But-”

“No,” he whispered firmly, “It’s too dangerous. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

He grimaced, knowing what you were referring to. During the pep rally at Midtown, he had rushed out of the auditorium, sensing something bad was about to happen when Peter didn’t answer his phone. His next thought was to call you, saying that he was going to look into it. Knowing that he was supposed to pick you up after school, he said that he’d be back in time to get you. And he never did. Half the world was turned to dust, with your brother included.

“I mean it this time. Please, stay here.”

Yet another person telling you to stay put. But what can you do? You weren’t Spiderman or Ironman or even Black Widow. You were the younger sister of Spiderman’s best friend. For as long as you can remember, you were always the one that stood by and watched powerlessly when something happened. Always the bystander. The observer.

“You okay?” Brad asked quietly. “Did you want to go to the carnival, too?”

You shook your head. “I’m like my brother, I don’t do well with big crowds. I’m just worried about them being out like that with all those weird elemental monsters out and about.”

“Well that Mysterio guy and Night Monkey are taking care of that,” he reasoned.

You said nothing, forcing yourself to pay attention to the performance. Even after the opera had finished, the others still hadn’t returned. The group made their way back to the hotel, the two teachers bickering about whether it was better to start heading back to New York now or finish the trip and risk the safety of the students. They didn’t even bother to do a headcount. Their decision was made clear when they found out about the latest incident with a fire elemental at the carnival grounds.

Ned, Betty, and Michelle were already at the hotel lobby when the group arrived. Mr. Harrington questioned their whereabouts and they sheepishly admitted that they might have strayed away and checked out the carnival. It almost gave him a heart attack, but at least they were safe. All the students were told to go to their rooms and start packing. The trip was over.

“Meet me at the lobby in half an hour?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two of you split, heading towards your respective rooms to pack. You were bummed that the trip had been cut short, being that it was your first time in Europe and it was also your first time taking a trip with your brother, but there were strange things happening that Peter has unwittingly been involved in. You had a feeling that it was something that Brad wanted to talk about. Even after the opera show, he kept talking about how weird Peter had been acting all trip. There were negative thoughts threatening to ruin your already stressful day and you tried as much as you could to push it away.

There was a soft knock on your door. “Ading, it’s me.”

You swung the door open and pulled him into a hug, nevermind that he was only in a bathrobe. “You’re a fucking idiot,” you said.

“I know, I’m sorry. Don’t tell mom! If you tell her, I’ll tell her about you and Brad Davis.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mom already texted me saying that she saw you on the news when you were stuck on the ferris wheel. Besides...” You checked the time on your phone, pushing your brother out with you. “It’s my turn to leave you and do my own thing.”

As you rushed down the stairs, you heard your brother shout, “Remember, if he does anything you don’t like, just kick him in the nuts.”

Brad was sitting down on one of the plush chairs in the lobby that was facing the entrance, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him. He had been staring at the entrance when you arrived, his attention snapping away when you entered his line of sight. He smiled, urging you to sit down next to him.

“Was there something that you wanted to talk about?” you asked.

“Well, I just wanted to hang out without everyone else hovering, but now that you mentioned it…” Brad leaned over, gesturing for you to meet him halfway, then whispered, “I saw MJ and Peter sneak out together. Want to spy on them?”

There was that negative thought again. He’s only showing interest in you because you’re close to Peter and Michelle. They were all he talked about. Whether he actually liked Michelle and hated Peter for also liking her, or actually suspected something from Peter and wanted to get to the bottom of it and think you knew something, you weren’t entirely sure at this point. For now, you couldn’t seem to find any other reason on why he would suddenly show interest in you now when you knew him for years.

“Spying?” you said hesitantly.

“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure? It's our last night in Europe,” he said, standing up, “If we end up losing their trail, we could always find something else to do within the city. We’ve got the whole night.”

He extended a hand out and smiled expectantly. Damn him. “Let me grab my camera first,” you said.

“Great idea, I should, too!”

Never did you think you’d be hiding behind an archway, spying on your two friends with your longtime crush in Europe. You knew that your film camera won’t be as good in this type of lighting, but you were hoping that Brad would change his mind and find somewhere else to hang out with better lighting.

Peter and Michelle stopped in the middle of the bridge talking. Michelle had turned around to face Peter as they started to speak more animatedly. She swung her backpack around and pulled out a metal device.

“What is that?” Brad whispered, slowly raising his camera to record them.

“I don’t know. I can’t see from this distance.”

The device began to glow, startling them both. It was dropped to the floor where it grew brighter, projecting a giant mass of clouds looming over the two. Brad grabbed your hand tightly, readying himself to run, until it blinked away. Peter and Michelle spun around, looking for the source of the cloud elemental’s sudden appearance, then looked down at the device again. Peter cautiously picked it up to examine it, Michelle inching closer.

“I think we should go,” you said, pulling Brad away from the archway.

“What the hell is going on?” He continued to watch as the projection appeared again with a familiar figure in a red cape and fishbowl helmet floating around it. He zoomed in with his camera onto the flying figure. “That’s Mysterio. If the elementals are projections-”

“They’re fake and so is Mysterio. I knew it!” you hissed, letting his hand go to scratch your head. “I knew that man was never to be trusted and Peter just - ugh!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Brad said, waving his hands out, “You say this as if you knew the guy and - oh, shit, they’re coming this way!”

You turned to see them running over. Brad quickly took your hand and pulled you behind the archway, his body pressed against yours as theirs footsteps neared. Your heart race, whether it was from the close proximity of Brad or the possibility of being caught, you weren’t sure. When their footsteps were just in front of the archway, Brad wrapped an arm around your waist and spun the two of you around so his back was blocking you both.

“Took you two long enough!” Michelle called out as she ran past.

You purse your lips, pushing away from Brad as you run after them. Brad stared after you in confusion. He thought you had been fine with the flirting and the physical touches, but maybe the waist thing was a bit too much. Being so caught up in the fact that you liked him back made him forget that you still weren’t going to be fine with everything that he did. For as long as he knew you, he tried his best to make you comfortable around him.

By the time Brad reached the hotel, the three of you were already running up the stairs towards the rooms. He huffed, summoning what was left of his energy to catch up, his feet stomping onto the final step just as Michelle’s room door began to close.

“So, what were you and Brad doing, cuddling in the shadows?” Michelle interrogated as soon as the door shut.

“We weren’t cuddling, we were hiding,” you defended, plopping down on her bed. "I didn't know you were into tsismis, MJ."

“That doesn’t help your case,” she said.

“Enough!” Peter said, going around and closing the curtains. “I can’t believe I gave Beck those glasses. How could I be so stupid? You were right, (Y/n), and now he’s probably spying on me or sending a drone to come and kill me.”

Michelle’s eyes were trained on Peter as he moved about. “You had access to killer drones?”

Peter bent down to type on his small laptop before turning to her. “Yeah, I didn’t really want them, especially after I almost killed Brad. Sorry, (Y/n).”

“You did what?” you and Brad shouted at the same as the latter burst through the door.

Peter sighed, looking at you exasperatedly. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to explain when Brad piped up, “I recorded everything!” He waved his camera. “So, you’re going to have to include me in whatever the three of you have been on, or else I release it.”

“Brad,” you warned him.

He turned to you. “What is going on, (Y/n)? I knew you had some secret thing going on, but I didn’t know what. But you-” He pointed at Peter” -You’re Night Monkey, aren’t you?”

Peter shook his head, pacing the room. “Look, i have to make a call and if more people are going to involved-”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you forced yourself to say the words. “Is that why you started showing interest in me now? So you can get information out of me?”

Brad frowned. “No. No, no, no, (Y/n), it’s not like that. Hell, I’ve been showing interest in you for years and only now I’ve realized how straightforward I had to be to make you realize. I guess it wasn’t enough.”

There was so much going on in your head, but you needed to focus. “Brad, if you continue digging into our business like this, you’ll be in danger, too.”

“‘Our’? How long have you known about this?”

“Around the same time my brother found out, so about six years.” Before he could speak up again, you grabbed the hand that was holding his camera. “You can’t tell anyone. You could be putting our lives in danger if too many people know about this. Please.”

Brad stared at you for a moment as you squeezed his wrist. He looked down at his camera then back up at you again. His camera was then placed in your other hand and you immediately looked through the pictures and videos. He had taken a few photos of the projector, then a long recording of the elemental projection. You scrolled past and saw several of the photos that Brad had taken of you throughout the trip, stopping at the one where the two of you were eating ice cream together.

Blinking back to the present, you ejected the SD card and pocketed it. If your gut had been leading you down the right path for this long, that meant that you should listen to it and save the footage.

“Now that that’s settled,” Peter continued, “I have to call Mr. Fury and tell him that Beck’s a fraud, but I think he tapped my phone.”

“So, what are you going to do?” Michelle asked.

“Since my hunches have been correct so far and your Peter ting-” You stopped when Peter glared at you “- Your spidey senses have been off, I do want to say that there’s something off about Fury as well. Not that he’s conspiring with Fish Bowl man, but from what I know about the dude, Fury is an extremely paranoid guy. He would have known by now, unless he’s waiting for Beck to out himself.”

“Noted.” Peter spun around to grab his backpack. “I need my suit and I have to go to Berlin and talk to Mr. Fury in person.”

“Wait, Mr. Fury as in ‘SHIELD Nick Fury’?” Brad whispered. You nodded.

In his hurry, Peter lifted his black shirt to change, forgetting about the others in the room. Brad quickly covered your eyes, much to your amusement. Even without sight, you could feel the awkwardness in the room. You wished that you and Brad could just leave the two of them alone right now. You turned around to face the door just as it opened. The awkwardness grew as your brother stared at you, then Brad, then Michelle, as Peter took off his pants and finished up putting his suit on.

“Oh, Ned, perfect,” Peter said casually.

You could see the gears turning in Ned’s head as he tried to spin a story. That was one of the things he was good at, coming up with a story or excuse on the spot. Whether they were convincing or not depends on the situation and who he was lying to.

“Your costume looks great… for the costume party... at the prince’s castle,” he said lamely.

You made it a point to physically facepalm, making him glare at you.

“She knows, I told her,” Peter said quickly, “And (Y/n) told Brad.”

“He didn’t tell me, I figured it out,” Michelle said proudly.

Brad turned around, being the last one to see Peter in his suit. “Oh my god, you are Night Monkey, who is also Spider-man! I was right!”

“Yes, congrats, Bradley. Can you keep it down?” you said, gesturing to your brother to close the door. “Oh, by the way, Kuya, I was right about Mysterio. I told you so.”

“But he saved me and Betty’s lives,” Ned said.

Peter and Michelle took turns filling Ned in on the information they found out, a small smirk on his face. They looked good together like that. Once he was filled in, Peter smoothly came up with a plan that would allow him to leave the group without suspicion, to which Ned readily agreed to carry out.

“And you,” Peter said, pointing at you, “I know you know this, but if anyone finds out-”

“Will be in danger. I got it covered.”

“Wait,” Michelle said, tossing Peter the projector, “You’re going to need this.”

He caught it with ease, casting a look at all of your faces before jumping out the window, using his spider web to sling to the next building. Michelle stood there in almost a daze, being able to see Peter in action for the first time.

“So, you guys know, too,” Ned piped up, “I’ve known first, and I’ve known the longest, but it’s not a competition.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to Brad. ‘There’s only so much we can do now. Let’s get some sleep. I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

Brad followed you out, walking you to your room. “You’re so used to this,” he said.

“I like to think that I am, but I do wish there was more I could do. I just feel bad for him, you know.”

“You feel bad for Spider-man?” he asked incredulously.

You looked around the hall before continuing, “It’s just that… There's so much responsibility on him right now. All those superheroes in the world and only a teenager is around to help. It just sucks. It felt scary enough for me becoming a teenager and entering Midtown without my brother around to help me. Tony Stark had been the one to help guide him…” you trailed off as you turned to open your door. “I don’t know. I’m probably being too sensitive about this-”

“Are you sure you don’t have a superpower?” Brad asked, tilting his head.

“Why would you say that?”

“You’re so intuitive, so observant, so empathetic.”

You shrugged. “Nothing super about that,” you muttered, backing into your room. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he said softly, walking backwards.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as he continued to walk back, not once tearing his eyes away from you. Flash came up from the stairs and had been making his way back to his room, phone in hand as he was wrapping up his stream. Brad bumped into him, making him drop his phone. You snorted as Brad muttered apologies as Flash complained about him ruining his livestream and threatening for him to pay if his phone was cracked. By the time Brad looked back up to your door, it had already been closed. He sighed with a smile, walking back to his room with a little pep in his step.

You let out the same goofy smile, leaning against the door as your mind was finally starting to accept the fact that Brad genuinely does like you and had for a while. As you approached your bed, there was a strange presence that belatedly registered in your peripheral vision.

There was a sharp sting on your neck, your body collapsing before you could get a sound out.

#brad davis x reader #brad davis #brad davis x filipina!reader #filipina!reader #filipina reader #spiderman far from mcu #marvel imagine #spiderman mcu #remy hii imagine #might rewatch CRA and write for Alistair cuz why not #Alistair Cheng x Filipina!reader in the future perhaps?

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