「ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ」 - 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐕 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ꕤ 「Foresight」 ꕤ

Foresight (n) — The ability to predict or the action of predicting what will happen or be needed in the future.

"I see you in white y/n. You approach me, smiling. And we danced as if no one cared."

"Are we together, somehow?"

"Maybe, I wish for it to come true."

(GERTRUDE DOES NOT EXIST. I REPEAT, GERTRUDE DOES NOT EXIST.)

Eli Clark x reader

ꕤ ——— ꕤ 

He dreams of you every night.

He sees you holding his hand.

He predicted your movement each goddamn time.

But he never looked at the future to know everything.

He can foresee the future, but he can't be abusing his powers like that. He couldn't be using it for you, right?

Oh but how he wishes to.

 Though instead of using his powers to see through the future for something as little and stupid as this, he instead dreams about it.

He dreams of you holding his hand, smiling together under the sun. The dream is nothing but surreal, it feels so real. It's such a shame each time he wakes up. Everyday he would sigh at the thought that his dreams weren't real, yet once he realized that he was awake, that meant that he could see you again! The mixed feelings in the morning are always normal for him, especially when it comes to you, the person whom he dreams of every night.

He always gets up early for matches, but if he is exempted from certain ones, he either waits for you or he takes care of Brooke. If you were exempted from certain matches too, you two would practically spend the whole day together. Everybody thinks you guys are dating, you say no, but in Eli's mind, he's thinking.

Are we?

But of course, he can't be thinking like that yet. It's ridiculous and too fast, yet he wishes to feel how you feel around him. He wishes to see the future to see if you both would be together someday. Or in another life. He would wish that you would love him back, but if you didn't, it was okay too. He wishes you the best in life and hopes that you're happier somewhere. He didn't really care whether you liked him or not, it would be sad but it would be worse if he saw that you were upset. And he doesn't like that. 

You can see and tell that from that paragraph alone, Eli loves you very much. 

He wishes to believe the signs you were giving to him. 

Putting your hand on his, and laying on his shoulder after a long match, and just spending time with each other in general. Eli wants to believe it, but what if he's wrong? He doesn't like making mistakes, it'll scar him for life, poor thing!

But he always can't seem to make a move yet. Even with all the little signs he has been giving, he's afraid of making a big one that screams "Please marry me already." Or something like that.

One day, he thought to himself, 

Screw it. I'm going to confess to her today. Whether it will ruin my life if she doesn't like me back. I shot my shot. 

So he prepared a lot that day. 

He was just really trying his best to breathe and keep his cool. But the more he sees you, the more he gets nervous. The poor baby was going to confess to you, he worked so hard into trying to find the guts alone only to turn him down! He'll be traumatized and will never try to find another girl ever again!

So he recited his words a billion times in the mirror only to realize that, it's better if he used his own words instead to express more of the emotion. Rather than just stand in front of a mirror and recite on what he thought was you. So he wasted an hour already. 

He decided to confess at the dead of night. He didn't know why either but it would've been weirder if he confessed in the middle of the day out of nowhere. 

ꕤ ——— ꕤ 

It was finally time.

He was sweating even without his shawl and his blindfold on. But he was nervous either way.

You came into his view so suddenly, and your eyes widened at his appearance. He thought that you didn't like how he looked. But then again, he rarely did this, so it made sense to you.

He said all the things he wanted to say. About you, him, your friendship, and the possibilities of you guys together. It was as if the stars were a little brighter that night, and you smiled at the thought of his words. How they were so full of emotion and longing, it was just simply beautiful.

After a long silence, you breathe. And started to speak.

And never has there been a happier day- or should I say, night- in his life. 

Fin.