#beach near the Tea house

[v1x3n]

COD MEN AND THEIR FIRST DATE WITH YOU

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — your first actual date would be at his, he has set his living room up in soft blankets and the coffee table cluttered in snacks and fizzy drinks. the lights turned off as he guides you to the couch, the tv turned on and your favorite movie paused. he mumbles something about wanting to make you feel better after you had a shitty week. a smile grows on your mouth as you settle into the sofa, watching your favorite film. his attention isnt much on the movie, his eyes linger on your glowing smile, and he thinks to himself; fuck, youre so pretty right now. after the film, he orders take away and you two chatter, putting on a random series for backround noise. soon it gets very late and you leave his house, fed and happy. but before you leave he receives a kiss on the cheek and a very happy thank you.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — he definitely does something wacky, but makes sure you likes it ofc. his ideal first date would be bowling maybe something along that line. at the start he goes easy on you, purposely missing some of the pins or throwing the ball weakly. but after a bit maybeee he gets a little competitive, striking all the pins st once - earning a gasp from you. ofc you aren't going to be as good as him but you still try and he can see that. when you ended up getting all of the pins, you spin around as he smirks at you and gives you a cheeky well done. in the end, he won, obviously. you almost passed him though! heading to Nando's after, you two yap the entire time until finishing your meals. he obviously goes with something hot to impress you, but when his lips go bright red and he curses, grabbing his coke and chugging the whole thing - you burst out laughing. you give his swollen lips a peck when he drives you home.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — takes you too a bar, buys a few drinks for the two of you. not enough to get you pissed but enough to get you a little tipsy. chattering and giggling between the two of yous while you order some chips and a burger. its quite casual, but the both of you like it like that. you told him he didn't need to take you somewhere proper and fancy, the local pub - well maybe a nicer pub - would do. after he walks you home, yapping together and soft smiles while you slightly shiver in the cold air. noticing the hairs on your arms rising and the hitch in your breath when a gust of freezing air blows past the two of you. he snorts and takes his jacket off, laying it over your shoulders when he grumbles a quick, 'ere'. when you get to your house, he brings his arms up and down yours, warming you up the slightest. after kissing the top of your head - you kiss the corner of his mouth. then your two mouths connect in a small peck, blushing instantly. he silently cheers himself on once your door shuts in his face - celebrating that he just kissed a gorgeous girl.

JOHN PRICE — always listens to everything you ever say, you mention you like this one restaurant? oh? its your favourite? hes taking you there. you smile up at him when he drives you to the familiar parking lot, telling him you love this place! his cheery smile when you two go inside and sits opposite you. ordering off the menu and giving you subtle looks when your eyes scan through the familiar menu. he orders for you when the waiter comes over and your cheeks slightly blush at that. he speaks up that your outfit is gorgeous and tells you that your hair looks so nice, your blush creeps across your cheeks. face heating up as you see his gaze travel to the smile that plasters onto your face. once you have tea, he makes sure to take you somewhere else after - make a night outa it. he takes you to walk down the beach after, the moonlight shining off of your face as you two talk about the most randomist of things. he spoke about his job, and you told him about yours. nearing the end you two walk back up to the car, and he drives you home. before you leave you peck him on the cheek to thank him for the date, telling him you hoped the second date could come soon. john watches you walk down your front garden - unlocking the door. making sure you get in okay. dreaming about the second date.

PHILLIP GRAVES — took you to the cinema, you had mentioned that you wanted to see this film... so here you are. he had bought you the nice chairs, the ones that had extra cup holders and the fabric was more comfortable. you reminded him it was okay and he didn't haf too but he didn't listen obviously. once you got there he instantly moved the armrest between yous up so you two could be closer! he buys you sweets and popcorn from a local shop, as many as you want he told you. with a carrier bag full of just utter shit, you two enjoy the movie he picked. well, you enjoy it - his eyes are mainly on you, the twitches in your face when something sad or happy happens and the way you struggle to sit in a position were all so cute to him. throughout the movie he tries to gain enough courage to wrap his arms around your waist or at least his shoulders. yeah he was normally a confident guy but something about you just made him all fluttery and nervous. once successfully wrapping his arm around your waist, you snuggle towards him and embrace his warmth. he smiles at that. spilt popcorn on the floor and the movie credits roll, you both stand up and snort at the mess on both your laps. wiping off the remains of the bag of popcorn, you two walk out and yap about the movie. safe to say he didn't have much input.

[astraystayyh]

nights with hyunjin <3

little fluffy hyunjin fic inspired by the fact he sends good night msgs on bubble at the latest hours. lowercase intended.

2 am

"where do you see yourself in twenty years?" you whisper, buried under the thick white covers with Hyunjin. You can't see his face, but your nose brushes against his and his warm hand is on your back, keeping you close.

"where will you be in twenty years?" he replies instantly and you feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

"hyune, just answer the question," you whine after a few silent beats and he giggles slightly, "i am. doesn't matter where I'll be, as long as you're there."

you draw in a deep breath, suddenly feeling as if his words were keeping you at his mercy, completely unarmed. "you mean it?" you ask, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"i do," he reassures, bopping his nose softly against yours, "you are my present and future, angel."

3 am

"what are you drawing?" you ask as you enter hyunjin's art studio, two cups of chamomile tea in your hands. you place them down and stand behind hyunjin, who leans his back onto your chest, melting into your touch. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in response, softly kissing the top of his hair. he smells like your shampoo.

"a house," he replies. his left hand wraps around your thigh, grazing up and down the exposed skin. "our house, i hope," he adds quietly and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"ours?"

"mm. wanna buy you a house. with a little garden and a view of the beach."

"i'll plant lots and lots of flowers for us there." you smile, admiring the pastel colors blending seamlessly in his painting.

"just make sure they won't die," he teases and you fake a gasp, "are you underestimating my gardening capabilities?"

hyunjin blindly grabs your arm, spinning you around so you'd sit on his lap.

"nonsense, you are my little florist," he grins cheekily and you touch his cheeks softly.

"these are cute," you tell him, referencing to his now apparent dimples. little pools for you to drown in.

"you are cuter."

"I'm still not over your flowers comment."

"I will kiss you for every flower you plant."

"that's a lot of kisses."

"i know," he smiles at you, his eyes turning into moon crescents. yours.

5 am

"can't believe she still likes him," hyunjin huffs loudly and you laugh, your hand softly threading through his hair.

"it's just a show baby."

"i know but listen," he stands up from between your legs, eyes wide looking into yours, "he just told her he doesn't find her beautiful. who says that to their lover?"

"he's stupid, she's clearly out of his league and he's threatened by that."

"right!" he claps in agreement, "she deserves better."

"she does," you giggle as he lays down again, face now buried in your chest.

"you do know i find you the most beautiful person in the world?" he whispers and your eyes soften at him.

"you tell me."

"but do you know it?"

"i do."

"good, because if you didn't then I'm a horrible boyfriend too," he shudders and you giggle at the horrified look on his face.

"you aren't, my love."

later on that night, while you are brushing your teeth, hyunjin pops his head into the bathroom. "baby," he calls out and you hum in reply.

"you are beautiful," he says and you raise an eyebrow in question at him, mouth full of toothpaste.

"just making sure you don't forget it."

4 am

"I'm getting sleepy," you say quietly. it was nearing four am and hyunjin has been playing with your hair for what felt like an eternity. braiding small sections of it, only to open them once again.

"me too."

"let's try to sleep."

"don't want to," he mumbles against your hair and you chuckle. "why?"

"if we go to sleep then it will be morning really soon which means i have to leave you."

his words make your heart clench in your chest. nights with hyunjin were your favorite parts of your existence. there was no pressure, no expectations on the both of you. you could just be two humans in love, under the kind gaze of the moon.

"okay, baby. what do you want to do?"

"i just want to look at you," he says quietly and you nod, getting away from his hold. you lay your head on your pillow and he does the same, this way you're both facing each other.

you feel yourself relax completely under hyunjin's gaze, because it's filled with love. for you. his pointer finger traces over your features, delicately, as if he was grazing a porcelain vase. and you let him. his touch is so soft it makes something warm stir within your stomach. it wasn't untamed butterflies, fluttering their wings to escape. it was something comfortable and safe, finding its home within you.

"you are so pretty," he whispers and you smile softly at his words.

"so are you." your right hand rises gently to rest on top of his cheek, and you swipe your thumb slowly across it. hyunjin's eyes flutter closed at the contact and you feel a wave of fondness flood within you.

you'd do anything to preserve this serene look on his face.

"try to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." you finally say.

"you promise me?"

"i promise."

[wolfpackss]

OK ok! I loved the last request you fulfilled and I have this one I'd LOVE to see someone write out for me! I've requested it a few times in the past but no one's responded to it. No worries if it's not your cup of tea!

My idea is that Jacob imprints on a reader who is *drum roll* a single mama. But not in the traditional sense, nope. The little one she cares for was the child of her best friend and her boyfriend. They ended up in an accident and before they passed they had put it in their will that (reader) be the one to care for their child should something happen to them. So, thrust into this new life of being a mama(thinking the little is 6months to a year) she's had her life changed and isn't looking for romance but you know how fate works. I could see the child almost instantly bonding with Jacob too, just adoring him as much as his/her 'mama'. Please and thank you if you can do this! <3 <3

This is going to be a loooooong one! I am loving this request (secretly hoping I had this one in my head with Paul) but here you go! Hope you enjoy it ❤️!

This was not the life you had imagined for yourself, not by a long shot but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You made a promise, and it’s a promise you intended to keep. When your best friend asked you to be the godmother of her beautiful baby girl, you didn’t hesitate when it came to saying yes. It was an agreement you both made when you both started dating. If anything would happen to her or me, and there was another person involved, we would take care of that person, wether it was a partner or a child. Neither of you thinking you would make that agreement a reality so soon in life. On the way home from the hospital after giving birth their daughter, your best friend and her boyfriend got into a horrible car accident almost twelve months ago, taking both their lives, leaving you as their daughter’s legal guardian

“Sweetheart, do you have everything?” You turn your head to look at your mother holding Layla in her arms who smiles when she sees you. Her tiny hands making grabbing motions at you which makes you smile. You grab her from mother, still biting down on the pacifier while making sure you have everything in your bag. You decided to take Layla out to the beach since she loves the water so much and you finally got a day of from work so you thought today was the day. Layla grabs the pacifier from your mouth and giggles when she starts playing with it, slamming it in her one hand while holding on to it with the other. “I have everything, diapers, toys, floaters. I think that’s everything… by the way thanks mom, for coming over” your mom waves you away like it’s nothing. “I’d do anything for you girls, now go have fun and be safe!”

It’s a short walk from your house to the beach so you put Layla in her stroller and make your way down the road. As you get to the beach you notice some people already there, playing football and chilling in the sun. You let out a little sigh and stop near a spot with some shadow so Layla won’t be sitting in the blinding sun the entire time. You put out your beach towel and place Layla on top with her toys and floaters. You let yourself sit down next to her and look around the beach. Your sight immediately goes to the boys playing football. While you can’t deny their attractiveness or their glistening bodies in the sun, you don’t really have time for romance and boyfriends. Not only do you not have the time for it, you’re just not interested right now, all you want is to focus on Layla and make sure she’s healthy, safe and happy.

You hear giggling next to you and look over at Layla who happily slams her toys into the sand and then looks over at you. She gives you a big smile and puts the toy in her mouth including all the sand that came with it. “Layla no!” You hurry to get the toy out of her mouth and clean it. She spits out the remainder of the sand and gives you a toothy grin, making you laugh. Your moment is interrupted with a football flying into your skull. You yell and grab your head.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You look up with one eye closed as you rub your head and notice it’s one of the guys playing football. “I didn’t mean to kick it so hard, does your head hurt? Can I take a look at it?” The guy takes your hand away from your head and you wince when he touches it. You look at Layla who’s now climbed into your lap with her head firmly pressed against your chest, she always does this when she’s shy. As you look into the guy’s eyes, you see his widen for a moment while his mouth falls slightly open. “I- I’m Jacob, Jacob Black. And I’m really, really sorry about your head.” he holds out his hand for you to shake as you see him bite his bottom lip. You reach out to shake his but you’re surprised as Layla turns her head and sneaks her little hand in Jacob’s. You see him give her a soft smile, as he slowly shakes her hand. “And who’s this pretty lady, you must be the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen” you can see Layla brighten up at his words and she turns around fully in your lap. She raises her hand to to give him a small wave and gets up to sit next to you. She pats the spot next to her and looks up at Jacob.

“I’m y/n, and this is Layla.” You brush some of her hair away from her face. Jacob nods as he slowly sinks down next to Layla and grabs one of her toys. “You have a beautiful kid” he smiles. You feel your cheeks burn up while trying to come up with an excuse for your story so you just mumble a thank you. You hear some shouting and look up to see some of his friends heading out. “So I have to go, but here’s my number. If you ever need anything or wanna hang out.. give me a call” you smile at him and thank him. He gets up and takes off but not before waving and smiling at Layla who happily smiles and waves back.

Two weeks later you find yourself sitting at your breakfast table looking at Layla brabble about something while the man of your dreams is listening intensely to every sound that’s coming out of her mouth. He nods and asks questions while giving her spoons of baby food. He looks up at you and winks before continuing the conversation he has with your baby girl. Jacob became a really good friend, these past two weeks. Making sure you could take a nap and get your social life back together as he introduced you to his friends. “I hope it’s okay i invited them, I mean they wanted to come” this afternoon is Layla’s first birthday party and while it’s a happy day, it takes you back to the memories of a year ago. It makes you think of her real parents. The one who should’ve been here celebrating her birthday and every milestone she made. Jacob didn’t want you to celebrate her birthday alone with her maternal and paternal grandparents, you always had them visiting her or the other way around as well as your parents who doted on her like she was their own. A couple of hours later everyone arrived and the party was in full swing. All of Jacob’s friends came and they brought food, presents and warmth. A warmth you haven’t felt in forever.

“It’s time for cake!” You bring out the cake that was made by Emily and light up the big candle that looks a one in the middle of it. Everybody starts singing happy birthday and Layla claps along smiling. You kneel down so you can help her blow out the candle. You remove the candle and she smashes both her hands into the cake. She laughs happily as everyone arounds her laughs. “Mama” a gasp escapes your mouth as you look over to the little girl you’ve called daughter for almost a year now. She holds her hands out towards you, saying that one word over and over while smiling at you. Her hands are full of cake and one sneaky little tooth shows itself through her smile. You lean down and kiss her forehead while catching the eyes of the one person you wanted to make eye contact with. He winks and turns away out of your sight.

Not long after you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and your pulled into someone’s embrace. “You did good, mama” Jacob whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. You interlace your hand with the one hanging over your shoulder and smile up at him.

Yeah, Jacob Black is growing on you, and you don’t mind one bit.

[lavender-at-heart]

Hello!! Can you please make "Dating Carlisle would include" like you did with other Cullens? I saw you wanted Twilight request, and I really want more Carlisle content, so. Thank you in advance!

YESSSS FOR SURE!! BEEN DYING TO DO THIS ANYWAY. 💖💖💖💓💓💓

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Dating Carlise HCs:

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x GN!reader (but fem in mind)

Warnings: none

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So the whole "I've waited a hundred years for this" is kind of applicable to all the Cullens, but-

It's different! Carlisle has waited like 300 years. He's honestly given up hope in ever finding a mate, thought it wasn't in the cards for him

And despite having a loving family, seeing all of them and his friends find a life partner made him lonley. He was happy, but a lonley person.

So when you come into his life it's like a million fireworks go off at once!

He may be very rusty and old-fashioned, but that doesn't mean he doesn't sweep you off your feet!

You would be seriously head over heels within the first 5 mins of talking

Wether you were one of the Cullen kids' friends or you were in need of medical attention, you were hooked the minute you met

You definitely thought there has to be a catch

He can't be handsome, rich, kind, smart, respectful, AND sane

I'm not sure how it would work with his super self control, but he would probably feel at least a little bit of a thirst for your blood

He'd probably freak out a bit and be overall shocked

Maybe a bit repulsed with himself for even slightly wanting to indulge in human blood

Nevertheless he overcomes this and quickly works on spending time with you

Obviously he wants to come across as normal as possible but he can't help but be overly enthusiastic

Dates would include dinners to expensive restaurants, way too expensive in your opinion

Long walks by the beach or in the forest near his house

Stargazing

Reading by the fireplace

Loves reading you to sleep

Ballet, Opera, or classical music shows are probably a must

But he's down to more casual things too

Being with you makes him feel human, so late night 7-11 trips, or binge watching a show gives him a new, fresh, taste of a cosy life

He loves loves loves to cook for you

Puts on the cooking channel and gets to work

Will try different recipes and cuisines and have you rate each meal

Will go with Alice to the mall so he can buy you all sorts of gifts

Will teach you how to properly dance, none of that jumping up and down business

Would love the idea of getting married soon, he knows you both will never want anyone else

But he would also love to support you in your future in normal society, while you have it

Wether that be post-seccondary or a career

Speaking of weddings, probably a big one

He would invite his long list of friends of course, maybe even the volturi

But simple. He never wants to be showy, but he's just so proud and exited!

Definitely nothing extravagant, keep things classy and nice

He would always be there during difficult times

Obviously if your going through physical difficulties he's the man

You get the best, at home treatment

Top quality soup, tea, and medicine

Due to his super hearing and even smell he can tell if there's a tickle in your throat or a bug in your stomach

But if your feeling down or going through a rough patch he's there

He knows better than anyone that life is full of highs and lows, and he sticks around for the lows

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Thanks for reading, I welcome any feedback!

Xoxo

[prettypinkporkchop]

Purple Skittles

Summary: Embry is a fuckboy. He imprints on you.

Warnings: language, sexual, drinking

Since Embry has never imprinted, poor guy had to have sex with SOMEONE. He became a local at the bar. He had a few girls that he'd get dirty with. Since he started doing this and playing with feelings, he became grossed out by the thought of love. But one thing about Embry is he's depressed.

Embry sits outside of Sandra's house. She's a random that he's had like three times. She's inside asleep in her bed and naked. Embry takes a swig of the whiskey bottle and stares out into the dark. "Fuck.." He groans and lowers his head.

His phone rings and he grabs it from beside him.

"What, Seth?" He hisses.

"You need to get your ass out here, brother. We've been waiting for you." Seth sighs.

"I'm coming. Just tell Jake and Sam to wait just a moment." He says and hangs up.

He had totally forgotten it was his night to patrol. He hates this life. He hates who he has become.

----

You back up a few steps and try to take a picture of the beach but your back hits someone.

"Ow!" You both say at the same time.

You turn and see a young woman with scars on her face. She smiles and squints at you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there." She says, rubbing the back of her head.

"No, I'm sorry. I just wanted to take pictures for my friends back home." You lifted your phone and smile at her.

"I figured you're new. You're an unfamiliar face." She raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah. I got a job here, and I live out in Forks." You reply.

"I'm Emily Uley." She places her hand on her chest.

"I'm y/n y/l/n. Once again, sorry I ran into you." You say awkwardly.

A man behind her runs up to you two. "Em!" He looks at you. He's shirtless and has a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. He smiles and nods at you. "I'm Sam.''

"Y/n." You smile at him. You put your phone in your back pocket and sigh. "Well, I better get going. It was nice meeting you guys." You say.

You see Sam whisper something to Emily. She smiles and then holds her phone out to you.

"Can I have your number? I'd love to show you around. Plus, a new place requires local friends." She giggles.

You take it from her hands and get a sense of comfort. Comfort knowing that you have someone near you that you know.

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Emily places the plates down in front of all of the wolves. They are conversing about their days and talking about how boring it is now because of the silent peace after Renesmee.

"Sam, what'd you?" Jared asks.

Sam sucks in a breath. "Well, I went to the beach with Emily. She ran into this woman. She seems sweet. I got a feeling about her." He starts eating.

"A bad feeling?" Quil asks.

"Mm. No." Sam shakes his head and swallows his food. "No, it just felt as if she'll be back.." He chuckles. "I don't know. Ignore me." He starts eating.

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Emily invited you over to have tea and hang out with a few girls. You're nervous about meeting them but you know it'll be good for you.

You pull up your leather jacket and zip it up halfway. You grab your purse and your keys and head outside. You make sure to lock the door behind you and get into your car.

You follow the GPS and end up at this secluded and adorable house. The door is open but you can't see inside. You park next to a red truck and make your way to the door.

You see four women sitting at a table drinking tea and eating sweets. They're talking and don't notice you at first. You lightly knock on the doorframe.

Emily shoots her head up and smiles. "Y/n! Come! Sit down."

"Yes ma'am!" You reply and sit next to a pale girl. You've never seen anyone so pale before! Like it's ghostly pale.

"Y/n, meet Kim, Rachel, and Renesmee." She points at them and they give small waves.

"It's nice to meet you all." You smile.

"Here, I'll make you a glass." Rachel stands up.

Kim reaches over and pushes the plate of treats closer to you. "Eat up, dear. Emily is constantly cooking and baking. Don't be food shy." She smiles and takes a bite out of a brownie.

The conversations are just about you and all of them. Their stories and life. It's just a get to know you type deal. But after a couple of hours of that, you guys start on other topics. It's stuff you are interested in. You felt at home. Your anxiety has drifted away completely. It's like this is more of a home than your hometown.

"Oop, they're here. Sorry, y/n. I forgot to tell you. It's a bunch of boys, and they're rowdy. Don't worry, harmless and sweet." Emily looks at you with concern.

Your stomach turns with nervousness. Awkward. "Uhm, yes ma'am." You reply.

Renesmee looks at you and touches your wrist. "Hey, don't worry. Everyone here is nothing but love. You fit right in." She softly nudges your shoulder. Then she looks up and stares off into space as if she's seeing something. It doesn't last long, but you notice it and see Emily look at her.

"Who do we have here?!" You hear a random guy ask.

You look up and see too many guys and one woman. All buff and tan with tribal tattoos. You're fascinated by the native traditions.

"This is y/n. I didn't know she'd be here today. But it's good to have you." Familiar Sam smiles at you before walking to Emily.

Kim, Rachel, and Renesmee sit at their seats, but guys walk over to them and kiss their heads and such. You lower your head in awkwardness.

"Don't mind the love birds." Your head shoots up to see a curly haired guy talk to you. "They're just ridiculous." He chuckles.

You smile and nod your head.

"I'm Quil." He points to himself.

"Leah." The woman smiles at you and shakes your hand.

"Embry." You make eye contact with the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Your heart jumps and flips.

"Collin." A young boy coughs and points to himself. Embry looks at him and then to the ground.

"Brady." The youngest one said.

"Seth." This adorable guy with dimples smiles and shakes your hand.

"Well, I'm y/n." You smile.

"Yeah.. we heard." Embry says. He doesn't sound too excited.

"Embry-" Renesmee says, but he storms out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a bother." You stutter and stand up grabbing your stuff.

"No! It's not you, no! Come back any time. Embry is just going through stuff." Emily says and stands up to hug you.

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Embry takes a shot of vodka and looks out in the crowd for one of the three go-to's. They aren't here tonight. Well, in celebration of imprinting, he figures to avoid loving you. He decides to try someone new.

He notices a girl dancing provocatively and stares at her. She puts the tip of her finger in between her teeth and gives a smile.

Ew. Embry doesn't like her. He doesn't like any of them. He just wants to hurt himself. This is his way of doing so.

He stands up from the chair and makes his way over to her. She reeks of alcohol and weed. He grabs onto her waist and pulls her into him.

"Wanna dip?" He whispers in her ear.

"Ayo! Get the fuck away from my girlfriend!" A man yells behind Embry.

Embry swiftly turns, and the man punches him. Damn, it doesn't really hurt, but the dude got some strength on him.

"I didn't know, man." Embry says.

The guy swings again, but Embry dodges.

"Hey! You two! Out now before I call the cops!" The bartender yells.

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"Thank you." You tip the waitress and then go outside into the parking lot. You fumble for your keys and unlock the car.

You hear someone walking across the road and you quickly get in your car and lock it. Uh uh, it's dark out. You don't play.

You pull out and start to drive. You see who it was, and he's oddly familiar. Oh! Is it Embry? You slow down next to him and roll down your window.

"Hey, need a ride?"

Embry looks at you and stops in his tracks. "No, thank you, though." He starts to walk again.

You slowly move the car keeping up with him. "It's too cold! Come on, get in." You order.

He sighs and then gets in your car. You look over at him and notice some dried blood on his lip. There's no more blood and no wound.

"What happened?" You ask and start driving.

"Bar fight." He keeps his eyes forward.

"Mm, I see." You reply. "Lead the way, sir." You smile.

He scoffs. "To my house?" He asks.

"Yeah. Where else?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yours." He looks at you.

You feel his eyes on you, but you refuse to look at him. You gulp and grip the steering wheel a bit. "Maybe a date first?" You awkwardly chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

He bursts into laughter. "You're cute, but I don't date." He leans in closer to you.

"Okay. Got you. So, lead me to your house please?" You ask.

He nods his head. "Go straight until we get to the next stop sign."

It's silent after that. You're nervous, and even though this guy is hotter than hell fire, he's intimidating you. But you understand that he's hurting. It's obvious. Very obvious. You were there before.

"Thanks a lot for driving me home. I apologize for how I was when we first met. I hope you choose to still come around." He says.

"It's no problem, love." You smile.

"I'll give you gas money." He digs through his pocket.

You quickly grab onto his exposed wrist. You're shocked by the warmth and at the feeling in your stomach. "No, sir." You let his wrist go.

He stops moving and then sighs. "Take a right."

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Embry's feet are bare on the ground. He looks over both packs and listens to his alphas orders.

"New duty. Embry, you are patrolling the east side tomorrow. There's a blood sucker hanging around there. They refused to join the Cullens."

Embry nods and places his hands on his hips.

"That's if Leah and Seth doesn't catch him." Jacob adds.

"It's definitely an army." Leah says.

"How do you know?" Paul asks.

"Charlie has been on a case for a month now. Two brothers went missing while hiking." She replies.

"That changes a lot of things." Jacob says, and him and Sam look at each other.

"Well, finally, some action." Embry shrugs.

"This could get bad, Embry." Jared spits.

Embry growls. "Jared." Embry warns.

"Stop." Sam orders. "Embry, talk to your imprint and get your shit together."

Embry looks at his feet and grumbles. He does not want love. He doesn't know love.

"Well, Emily did invite her to the bonfire tonight." Leah pokes Embrys head.

Embry grabs her finger. "That's fine. But this is about business. What's the plan for these leeches?"

----

You pull into the driveway that you were at once a few days ago. You're nervous as shit but you look forward to hanging out with the girls again. You get out of your car that's parked next to multiple old trucks. You walk over to the loud group of people around a bright fire.

"Hey." You sit beside Emily on a chair.

"Y/n!'' She gets up and hugs you. "Oh, I'm glad you came. Do you want some food?" She let's you go.

"Thanks, Emily! I'll grab some when I get hungry." You smile at her.

You look up and see Embry sitting on a log. He's staring at you. You smile at him. His smile is small, but he acknowledges you.

You look away quickly and try to find someone to talk to. You catch Kim waving you over. You jump up and walk over to her and Jared. "Hey!" You sit next to Kim.

"Hey!" Kim responds. "How are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm well! I got off work before coming here. It was an easy shift." You smile. "What about you?"

"Lord, I'm good. Just been dealing with this dumb ass all day." She giggles and pokes Jared.

"Hey!" He laughs. Then he looks over at Embry.

You look over at him too and see him looking at you still.

"You should go talk to him!" Jared says.

"Why?" You ask.

"He's literally rizzing you up." Jared laughs.

"Oh, uh.. Jared, I think.." Kim points at Embry.

You turn back over there and see a random girl sitting beside him. He wraps his arm around her and whispers in her ear. She starts giggling.

"He's occupied." You smile at Jared and Kim.

"He's gonna piss me off." Jared sighs.

"She's not supposed to be here." Kim whispers.

"Was she not invited?" You ask.

"No." Kim says and watches her.

"Embry Call. What the hell?" Jacob grabs his shirt and pulls him from the log. "You can't invite outsiders!" Jacob yells.

Outsiders? Aren't you one?

"I didn't! She just showed up!" Embry yells back.

"Go home." Jacob points at her.

You look back at Kim and Jared. "Awkward.." You sing.

"Yeah, tell me about it. That girl follows Embry around. I believe he didn't invite her. He's not that stupid." Jared says.

"I'm an outsider." You say.

"Not any more." Kim softly takes your hand.

You smile and see the girl leave Embry runs inside the house.

"I bet he feels awkward. He shouldn't have slept with her. She's crazy." Kim sucks in a breath.

"Are they together?! He told me he doesn't date." You are shocked.

"Nope. Just a fuck buddy. He's got like three?" Kim turns to Jared for confirmation.

"Yup. Boy doesn't think he's capable of love." Jared adds.

This breaks your heart. You know he's hurting, and it's deep. You see him come back outside with a drink and start apologizing to everyone. You try to listen in but his words are quiet.

"Sorry, guys. I didn't mean.... I didn't invite her...."

----

"We must be prepared for what could happen. It's not peaceful all of the time. Get ready. I have a feeling." Billy says.

You look around confused. Why is he speaking as if it's real and right now? Renesmee who's beside you grabs a hold of your hand.

"Alright, children. Go play." Billy ends the story time.

You face Renesmee. "What did he mean by all of that?!" You panic.

"Don't worry, y/n. Don't worry." She takes hold of your face. "Shh."

Your breathing slows down.

"It's just stories, right?"

She clicks her tongue. "I would love to say that. You need to talk to Embry." She says.

"No, I need to go home." You jump up and head to car.

"Hey! Y/n. No, wait up!" You hear Embry behind you.

You stop moving and face the beauty of a man. His eyes are touching yours in a soul way. He has a way of getting you to listen.

"I don't want you to be afraid." He says.

"I am. And why am I here? Outsiders aren't allowed. I now know why. I just moved here. W-what does it got to do with me?" You ask quickly.

He grabs your shoulders and rubs his thumbs up and down. "Hey. You're always protected." He whispers.

"Protected by wolves from vampires?!"

He sighs and looks down. "Renesmee is a half vampire half human." He looks back up. "The Cullens. They're on our side." He adds.

"Jesus, this is crazy." You laugh in a panic.

"You need to know this because you are in this now. I am sorry for dragging you in this. I wish I never even imprinted." He let's you go and shakes his head.

You remembered what imprinting was, and you gasped. "Really Embry?! Me?! I am paired with a fuck boy. Great." You put your hand on your forehead.

"Protector, friend, brother.." He whispers.

"Yeah, as if that's what I'd want after being sucked into you since I met you." You say sarcastically and then cover your mouth.

"Don't get attached like that." He backs away before running back to the crowd.

You breathe rapidly and struggle to open your door and get in the car.

----

"Don't be scared." Jake says to you as you grip Renesmees hand.

Even their house is weird. All glass? Be more private than that!

"Oh, hello!" A woman walks out with her arms open. She embraces you.

You are caught off guard but notice her cold body. You hug her back hoping you don't get ate up.

You hear chuckling behind her, making you look up. "No, we don't kill humans." He says.

The woman pulls away from you. "I'm Esme. The mother of this house." She smirks.

"Edward. Renesmee's father." The guy on the porch says.

"Dad." Jacob jokes.

Edward sighs. "Don't press my buttons, wolfie."

"Come inside!" Esme pulls you in.

You recognize the smell of food cooking. "It smells good!" You smile.

"Thanks! Renesmee and Jake eat here. We don't. But we must for a new guest!"

She leads you into the kitchen where you see the other vampires.

---

Embry ignores Sandra's texts about that night at the bonfire. He's pissed at her and himself. He looks up from his phone and takes a shot.

He smells one of his girls sitting next to him. Emma.

"We getting it tonight, Embry?" She laughs.

Embry looks at her and wants to puke. After he met you, looking at another woman is revolting. It angers him. He wants to push through it. "I haven't seen you in a while." He smiles.

"AH, yeah. My phone broke. I had to work extra hours to get a new one. I've got a new number, too." She explains.

"Nice." Embry replies, not really caring.

A few drinks later, they're both making out in Emma's house. He notices a used condom on the floor. He stops kissing her and looks down at it.

"Fuck me, Embry. Don't worry about it." She grabs his face and kisses him again.

No, he doesn't care. But he's not getting aroused by her like usual. He feels disgusting. She reaches her hand down and gropes him. She pulls away and looks at him confused.

"You're not..?"

Embry sighs and then pushes past her and out of her house. He runs until he reaches the main road of Forks. He can't stop thinking about you. He doesn't know where you live, nor does he have your number.

He kicks a big ass rock on the road across to the other side. "Shit." He hisses.

"What you so mad about?" He hears Leah behind him.

He scoffs. "As if you care."

"Hey, I'm an asshole but you're my brother. If this is about y/n,"

"Don't. Just, please tell me you know where she is." He looks at Leah with sad eyes.

"Last I heard she's with Jacob and Nessie at the Cullen's." She replies.

---

You lay your head on Renesmee's shoulder while you're riding in Jacob's truck. He's dropping you off at your house. You had an amazing time and absolutely love the family. They're weird but super kind. Edward do be annoying with his mind shit though. Jasper... eek.. why he staring like that?

"Alright. Here. What?" He parks the truck.

You look up and see Embry sitting on your porch swing. He awkwardly waves.

"He wants to speak to you alone." Renesmee says.

"Thank you guys for tonight. It was super fun." You say to them.

You exchange goodbyes, and you sit next to Embry on the swing. "Are you okay?" You ask.

"No." He says.

"What happened?"

"You." He smiles.

You look down at your thighs and stay silent.

"Before you came, I wanted an imprint so bad. I never got one. I've never even had a girl genuinely like me. I didn't believe in love. I thought imprinting was just.. a forced bond." He stops.

"Embry.." You sigh.

"I got mad. And the longer I lived as a shifter surrounded by people in love and teenage boys, I began to get bored. I was mad and bored." He continues.

"I'm sorry you were hurting." You look up at him.

"Something happened tonight. But I'm scared to let you in." He looks back at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm scared, too." You reply. Then you look down and start chuckling. "I can only take one girl down at a time. I'm gonna break my hands being with you."

You both start laughing.

"How about we start slow?" He asks. "If you even want to. Which it's up to you."

You bite your lip in concentration. It doesn't take long for you to respond. "I'm already here, and you're hot, so I guess so." You giggle.

----

Embry throws some skittles in his mouth and looks at you in shock.

"So that's why you moved here?"

You laugh and nod your head. "Yup. Life is.. crazy.'' You reach over and grab a couple skittles.

"Do you like the purple ones?" You ask Embry.

"I'm a wolf. I eat just about anything." He chuckles.

"Yup. Perfect match. We share whatever, and I eat what you're willing to give, and you eat what I don't like." You put them in your mouth.

Embry starts laughing. "Three days in hanging out with me, and you're already wanting a relationship." He smirks.

"Can you blame me?" You pull the blanket on your couch onto your shoulders.

"If I grab a yellow skittle, we should wait. If it's purple, you're mine now." He digs his hand into the big bag of skittles.

Your heart starts pounding. You want it to be purple. Be purple.

He pulls it out and opens his hand.

Purple.

You both look up at each other.

---

You get home from work and kick off your shoes. You sigh deeply and plop onto the couch. You start dozing off when your front door opens. You know it's Embry.

"Baby, up. Want to go to dinner?" He shakes your leg.

"Mhm." You slowly sit up.

"We can wait if you're tired." He says.

"No, I want to go." You persist.

He thinks for a moment and then grabs your hand. He pulls you up.

"Woah, where we going?" You laugh.

"To take a nap." He goes into your bedroom.

It doesn't sound too bad to you. "Let me get comfortable." You say. You stand up and take off your shirt.

Embry coughs and looks down at the ground.

"Is this okay?" You ask.

"Yeah, I'm just.. surprised and I want to be respectful." He blushes.

"I'm yours, aren't I?" You take off your bra and throw on a bigger shirt. "You can look."

He looks up at you. "Yeah, you're mine." He bites his lip.

You take off your pants and then crawl into bed. He sighs to contain himself, and he gets in your blankets. You turn around and he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him.

"Closer." He says.

You lay there for a few minutes before turning around and looking at Embry. You want to kiss him. You touch his chin and run your thumb along his lip.

"You're gonna kill me." He groans and grabs the back of your head and kisses you.

His lips are soft and warm you taste him and his tongue. You're wrapped up in Embry only. You forget about everything else. (Something like this)

He pulls away and lays on his back, breathing out a shaky breath. You look over his face.

"I've never felt..." He begins.

"I get it. Me too." You lean down and start kissing his neck.

He leans his head back, and you crawl on top of him. Now he's hard, and you feel it. You bite softly, and he moans. His hands go lower and and he's about to grab your ass but he grips your waist and pulls you back. "Hey, if you keep going, I'm gonna fuck you. Are we napping and then going out or fucking?" He looks up at you.

You blush and climb off of him. Just wait. Just wait. You should wait? Right?

After the nap, you get ready to go eat at a restaurant Embry takes you to. You two are seated, eating, and having a good time.

"So, Quil absolutely fucked up my shoulder. Not my proudest wolf moment."

You two laugh.

"Embry?"

You both look up and see a girl. You don't know her. He quickly wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"I've been trying to get a hold of you for a week now." She says.

"Uh. And? I'm busy. I actually have someone now." He says looking up at her.

"That sucks!" She says and then looks at you. "Just saying he loves it when a woman can spell words with her hips on him." She smirks.

You start to get angry. Jealousy rises in you. You smile and move your tongue along the inside of your bottom lip. You stand up and swing.

----

You sit there while Carlisle wraps up your hand. Inside the room is Embry, Emily, and Kim.

"Regret sleeping around don't ya?" Kim laughs at Embry.

"I do, but damn wasn't my girl bad ass." Embry smiles.

"No more punching." Carlisle smiles at you.

"You got it doc. Could you do the punching for me? Ya know, with your crazy strength." You giggle.

He starts chuckling. "I would if I could."

----

You two are laid up on the couch and listen to music while talking. Your wrapped up hand is throbbing, but you're able to ignore it because Embry is distracting you.

You take a handful of skittles out of the bag. You have way too many purple ones. "Babe." You say.

He knows and cups his hands out for you to drop the purple ones in his palms.

[catchingdaydreams]

Beach Day!🏖️

Mithrun x Gardener Reader

Part 1 here to make sense of some stuff

Word count: idk 2000 ish.

Begrudgingly the summers heat over the island became too burdensome to work along your orchids for the past couple of days. It was particularly a good season too for your plum trees but this blistering heat made up unable to harvest at this time. Furthermore, you were more afraid of your friend and helper, Mithrun of passing out from heatstroke....again. And you really didn't want to spend the hot summer afternoon playing hide and seek, looking for him among the many acres that were bestowed onto you.

Staying indoors wasn't very productive either. The times that you don't work, you spend having tea with Mithrun in your green house. He had picked up a bit of a bad habit from trying to slowly regain his desires again. See he became very picky, stubborn even , noting that he only would rest and have tea in the same spot. Before you got well accustomed to him, you immediately chased him out with your broom when you first invited him into your home only for him to call it as quote " a poor shack that even the rats won't nest in". At the moment he still won't even step inside your home, despite your friendship blooming. The last mention of it, he made a puzzlingly looking expression. For a brief second you saw his ears twitch from his hair, catching flushed redness. But that could have been just your imagination.

Nevertheless the green house was out of the question, for it was way too hot to endure as well. As you were thinking of a way you would be spending your time with Mithrun today and an excellent idea popped into your head.

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"The beach?" Mithrun mimicked, confused at your sudden suggestion. "Yeah! Why not. It's too hot to do anything today and I thought, what's something I haven't done in a long time and can escape this awful weather by doing it". Mithrun hummed, looking in deep thought. One might think by looking at him that he seemed completely uninterested. But you knew him long enough to at least pick up a few signs. There was curiosity in his eyes for the most part but hesitation pooled in.

" I don't think Cithis would agree with this. I'm not allowed to go near large bodies of water". Mithrun stated. There were many things he still wasn't allowed to do on his own anymore, not since the time he became a lord of the dungeon. Most rules he followed were for his health, both mentally and physically. Pattadol even bestowed you the rights to cut his hair. You thought it was strange at first until she quickly filled in on his situation and his not so past history with sharp objects. The elves method that cutting others hair was a sacred thing among family and close friends, that I should feel honored to do it. In reality you only do it as Mithrun had stopped anyone else from touching his hair , proclaiming that you did a better job at evening it.

In the moment you laughed at his response.

You found his statement kinda ironic too as he didn't care at all what the Canaries thought now, especially when he was wandering off to see you while they had no clue where he was. Your laughter was interrupted as he spoke again.

"I cannot swim either" he stated, this time a bit meekly, almost embarrassed. " Not with the ocean's current." You understood what he meant. His body was still too weak for physical endurance. That's why he uses magic most of the time for travelling to see you.

"that's fine, you should be alright if you just stick to the shallows. And even if you get swept away I can come rescue you!" You reassured Mithrun, grabbing his hand and giving a light squeeze.

"so you be my knight in shining armor then?" Mithrun says his usual monotone voice, but smiles.

"mmm probably not the shining armor part, I think I'll just sink to the ocean floor before reaching you" You joke, acting it out dramatically, pulling Mithrun down with you ever so slightly as you kept holding his hand.

He smile grows.

"Maybe a siren would be more befitting with you, y/n. Considering your dragging me down with you already. How monstrous." You just gently shove him at his response.

You quickly collect yourself and make way into your home, gathering up all the necessary equipment before coming back out. Interlocking your arms with his you say your ready to teleport there. And in a flash your gone.

....

"um Mithrun?"

"mmm?"

"this isn't the beach"

Looking around, Mithrun quickly took in that in fact this was not a beach but at the entrance of a dungeon.

"Oh, yeah I don't think this is the beach"

...

...

.......

"Mithan, the beach this time".

"Okey"

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Several teleports later the two of you eventually find yourself along a secluded beach. You stretch as you take in the sea air. Already the coolness of the oceans breeze was doing wonders for you.

You sigh as you plob down your towels in the nearest shade. You pat a spot for Mithrun to sit and he follows instantly. From your supplies you carried along a picnic basket.

"thought we might eat first before we go for a swim. It's not what we usually have, but this is more fitting for this setting" you say as you take out various fruits and cheese you got from the market, alongside some cracker's and bread.

Mithrun ponders over the options before noticing something was missing. "No tea?" His ears dropped as he could not find is favorite lemon tea packed along with everything else.

You snort. "Oh Mithrun, that's something a bit hard for me to make. I know you can make the water boil with your magic and such but I wanted you to try something else. You'll be the first one to taste it too.

That seems to cheer him up a bit. More curious if anything.

Reaching into the basket you pull out a small flask and two shot glasses. Pouring the clear liquid in both you hand it to Mithrun. He inspects before taking a small sip. Instantly he gags at the strong flavor, quickly picking up a few sliced apples to get rid of the taste.

"mmm might be too strong" you ponder, taking the shot in one go like it was nothing to you.

"Wha-what that?"Mithrun rasps.

"oh! It's Pálinka, it's an alcoholic drink made from some of the plums I was able to harvest. Thought you might like it but maybe a cherry base would have been better for you considering you like sour stuff more. Mmm sorry ."

"no, no it's.....nice" He lies, he couldn't even hide the disgusted look on his face.

"welp more for me", you take the shot glass from him and down the hatch it went.

"I can handle alcohol". He says.

"I'm sure you can". You don't fully believe him, certainly not after that reaction.

In the corner of your eye, you see Mithrun quickly tries to grab the flask out of your hands but you are faster. "You don't need to prove yourself, Mith, it's an acquired taste that not many tall man ourselves like." You say placing the beverage back into the basket. He just grumbles in response, nibbling on the crispy apples.

"Besides we came for the beach not to get drunk". You say picking on some fruits before getting up and taking your top off, reviling swimwear undergarments. As you were about to take your pants off you heard a Mithrun breath heavy, as if he was holding on to it before. You didn't bother to glace over as you were too preoccupied folding your clothes.

"what?"

"nothing..." He quickly responds. It was in fact not nothing. He was lucky for you not to see his flushed shocked face as you stripped in front of him. He just managed to control his emotions in time as you turned around to place your clothes in the basket.

You just hummed at his response You didn't want to pressure him further on the matter. Besides you had other things to do Such as swimming.

You raced into the water, giggled at the relief it gave you from the summers heat. It was bliss. You call out to Mithrun stating the waters fine and to hop in with you.

He slowly gets up and trots to the waters edge. You know the whole beach thing was at the spare of the moment so Mithrun didn't have swim shorts with him so his pants would have to do. But as he entered the water you were quite puzzled as to why he didn't remove his long sleeved shirt.

"you're not taking your shirt off? It would be heavy to swim in it". The odds of him actually having trouble swimming would become higher if he kept it on. You went too fond of actually trying to save a drowning elf anytime soon.

Mithrun stopped, looking at you before quickly avoiding your gaze. A flash of emotion took his eyes. Pain, disgust and shame washed over.

"Im- you won't like it" he says, barely able to hear it.

"like what?" You say confused.

....

It took a few seconds before he spoke. As if unable to properly find the right words for what he was going to say next.

"My body. Isn't it right" it's a crit and vile tone as he spoke about himself.

You were still confused but concerned about how Mithrun was reacting. He took a glance at you and signed. He knew he didn't have to show it to you but he felt like he had no choice. Just let you see him and then you wouldn't bring it up again. You would be too disgusted anyway. He got over it and pulled his top partial up.

"Mith...."

You didn't know what to expect. His stomach was adorned with warped skin that twists and pulls looking like it never truly healed properly. His lanky and frail form was littered in scar, some thick and asymmetrical, some thin, some repeated over and over in the same spot. It made your heart drop. Not how it looked but how awful Mithrun must feel.

Your lack of silence stung even more for Mithrun. He wanted to leave right then and there but was too frozen. He didn't even hear your voice call out to him. He was in a haze, about to shut down until you cupped his cheek, making him properly look at you. His glassy eye bore in shock as he looked directly in yours, searching for disgusted in any way shape or form. But there was none.

"You can keep your top on if you want to , if that's what makes you feel comfortable. But I just want to let you know I'm not disgusted nor I would look down on you for it. Never ever. You're still my friend Mithrun and Im here for you. All your scars, it shows you are a survivor, so strong and determined to continue on despite dealing the bad hand.... Oh I'm not good with these types of things when it comes to words but I hope that helps-ah!"

Mithrun pulls you into a tightly hug. He nests his face in on your shoulder, a feeling of dampness is on your skin. Your hands reach out to rub his back, soothing him as his cries in front of you for the first time. You let him continue letting it out, until cries become sniffles.

"...Thank you" he says meekly, still holding onto you with the same force, as if scared that you would disappear if he let's go.

"Do you still want to swim with me ?"

He just nods into your shoulder.

You're the one that breaks the hug but your hands move to his own and intertwine them as you guide him into the deeper water.

"wait". He says and you pause. He let go of your hand for a quick sec, to take off his top completely, chucking onto the sand. You smile as he grabs it again giving it a squeeze to confirm to continue.

The two of you spend most of your time in the water, cooling off and not drowning. As pleasant as it was you wanted to do other beach style activities with Mithrun. He in fact cannot build a sand castle. He was being too much of a perfectionist and would redo his castle again and again. It didn't help that the tide was coming in a swept away at one less imperfect castle he made. Shortly after you decided to look for seashells before arriving back on your towels and finishing whatever food was left.

Both of you lay down on the towel, taking in the warmth. Neither of you said a word to each other but there was no need to. Everything felt content. It was a pleasant day, you felt, spending it with your friend made you all the more content. And as you both further basked, the greater ease of sleep fell onto both of you till eventually you're snoozing together on this summer afternoon. Truly peaceful as if nothing could go wrong.....

You both got sunburnt.

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Phfft

"Oh my God, you look like a tomato!!" Fleki cackles as she slams her hands on the table, unable to control her fits of laughter as all the Canaries witness a very sunburnt Mithrun. She tired poking at his red skin but Pattadol swatted their hand away.

"Mmmm? He's not completely red though look there I think there are hand prints on his hips. Oh Mithrun you're not leaving much to the imagination are you. Quite Naughty~" Lycion giggled.

Mithrun shot him a glare.

"Well I think he's learnt his lesson. Next time please apply sunscreen." Pattadol stated as she applied aloa over his burnt back.

"I'm surprised he even took his shirt off, wasn't you with y/n? Usually you kick such a fuss about exposing your body even hiding your injuries from us. This is an odd change indeed" Otta says puzzled.

In the mist of all the chatting Mithrun turns his gaze to the only elf in the room who hasn't made some jab or snark comment about his appearance. Cithis smiles warmly at Mithrun, a sort of fondness like a mother has for a child. Deep down she knows something about Mithrun that he doesn't quite know himself yet.

"Did you have a fun day at the Beach, Mithrun?" She asks softly.

The group stops talking, all eyes are on him.

Mithrun ponders in deep thought. Recalling the events that took place today. The elves were shocked to see a cheshire cat like smile was plastered on his face as he gazed fondly into nothingness.

"Yeah, I think-no.... I know I did".

[Thanks for reading!]

This fic was just made up on the spot and was originally supposed to be a funny crack fic about Mithrun getting in all sorts of trouble at the beach in a comedic way. But as I kept writing I was like damn it's definitely not a crack fic. Anyway I am really happy with how this turned out.

[necromelli]

your first christmas with finnick was a few months after your games. you had isolated yourself in your new home, refused to talk to anyone or do anything, but somehow, sixteen year old finnick and mags managed to drag you out of your house. finnick pretended something happened to mags and he didn't know what to do, and despite the smirk that threatened to dissolve his lie, you followed anyways.

you were greeted with the smell of homemade cooking, even from the outside of mags house. some sort of fish caught fresh cooking. fresh seaweed bread, and all sorts of desserts splayed out on the counter. you were greeted by mags smiling face, outstretched arms, and a big kiss to your cheek. the first thing she handed you was a soft, knit sweater that was specially made just for you. with a simple glance, you saw finnick's grinning face as he held up his own matching sweater. he was so excited that you couldn't help but feel excited too. mags insisted you stood near the tree with finnick so she could get a picture of her 'two favorite kids' (it's one of your favorite photos, and you keep a tiny version of it with you wherever you go).

then, finnick is far too eager to open the few presents that are under the tree. you don't remember the last time you ever saw the boy so excited — childishly excited — and so you try to burn it into your memory. despite the fact you didn't prepare any gifts for you, mags and finnick still had three little gifts wrapped for you. mags got you a nice notebook and spiced, wintertime tea set. finnick got you new pens to go with your notebook, obviously planned. and really, you're having a ton of fun despite the fact you weren't planning on celebrating the holidays.

then, mags is in the kitchen cooking again, and she tells both you and finnick to get out so she can concentrate in peace (finnick is bursting with energy). so, the two of you go sit down by the beach, and as you're sitting there with your new gifts, wrapped in the soft sweater mags made, you decide that you like this little family. while finnick is knee deep in the water saying 'it isn't that cold', you're drawing on three hagstones you found (it was perfect, really. they were all in the small spot, waiting to be found) and pulling fishing wire through to make an ornament. it's got three little stick figures in varying heights, meant to represent the three of you.

and mags tears up when you show her the present, and when you give finnick's his, he's definitely sniffling. (by the next holiday, you realize finnick is just overly sentimental during holidays). you mumble out something along the lines of 'hagstones are supposed to provide protection and you guys make me feel safe and I wanted you guys to feel safe too'. it's cheesy when they both hug you, but you don't mind. even when finnick laughs at you for crying, despite the fact he was crying too. and then mags scolds you two for fighting, but it doesn't last long because christmas dinner is done and you're all eating.

then, just when you think it's over, you three end up on the couch, wrapped in some big, fluffy, duvet drinking hot coco listening to music. you swear they put sleep syrup in your coco without you noticing because you feel so safe and content, for the first time since the games, that you're falling asleep tucked under mags arm like an eight year old listening to her and finnick talk.

[shappobunny]

Stan Says Goodbye

I have never posted to tumblr someone pls tell me if it is abnormal to post a text this long.

Word count: 1764

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“Stanford, you can’t keep hiding away in that cabin forever. Ma’s memory is fading and she’s not going to be around for much longer. Don’t you want to say goodbye?” 

Shermie had left a million messages on the Shack’s phone. Each one a mirroring plea of the last call, begging Ford to come see their mother before she passed. 

But it was Stan listening to these messages, not Ford. He had no right to go see her.

The last time he had seen his ma, he had been hiding behind a curtain and a pillar at his own funeral. He nearly blew his cover when he saw her. Her hair was greying, and she was standing a little less tall than she used to, but it was her nonetheless. Those warm eyes that used to come down to level with him and the smile she would give him when she called him her special boy — all of that was the same. 

He didn’t think his mother would show up, not after ten years. He knew she had no way of knowing where he was, but he thought she felt the same way everyone else did. That he was the fuck-up of the family. The no-good son that ruined their one chance of having a better life. Who could think anything else? 

And now he had pushed her other son into a portal, forsaking him to some unknown world without knowing if he was alive or not. He couldn’t face her until he brought Ford back. 

He had to watch as she cried over his casket and it damn near killed him the way it broke his heart. 

But he had promised that day that he would bring Ford back soon and drag him along to ma’s house to show her that he was alive, and Ford was alive, and that they got along… Just like in the old days. They would sit in the kitchen and finally have tea with her — maybe even let her read their tea leaves once they were done. He would have saved Ford’s life and the family would gather again. For the first time in years, he wouldn’t be the fuck-up; he’d be his mother’s free-spirited Stanley. 

Things didn’t quite work out that way for Stan. As they usually didn’t. 

After 25 years he still hadn’t succeeded in bringing Ford back. After 25 years of sleepless nights and lonely desperation, he had nothing to offer to his ma in reconciliation. 

Now he was sitting on his couch pressing through message after message from Shermie begging him to come see her one last time. 

��Whaddya want me to do Shermie…” Stan muttered, folding forward to put his head in his hands. 

Did he want him to lie to his own mother on her deathbed? Or to tell her that her other son was most likely dead and gone somewhere they’d never even find his body? 

Stan wondered if Ford would have even gone to see her. The way he was the last time Stan had seen him, it was like the last thing Ford wanted was to see anybody. 

The phone rang again and Stan let it ring. The answering machine beeped and Shermie’s tinny voice came through the speaker. 

“Stanford I’ll be away from the city tomorrow to get a few things in order for ma’s funeral… You’ll get a break from my calls at least,” Shermie paused for a long while, and Stan thought that maybe that was the end of this call until he said, “She keeps saying your name, you know. Yours and Stanley’s… She‘s waiting for you,” he sighed. After a beat of silence, Stan heard the click of the phone hanging up. 

He couldn’t sleep that night. 

Stan watched the shadows of the pine trees dancing across his ceiling. What did his father used to say about the men in the Pines family? 

He closed his eyes and listened to the wind outside his window. He could almost hear the sound of gulls and the crashing waves of Glass Shard Beach. He could picture Ford, red from being sat in the sun all day scribbling away the plans for their boat. 

That Ford would want him to say goodbye to ma. 

In his memory, Ford smiled up at him as he ran over and they raced towards the waves, letting them pull out their little bodies to the water. 

Stan finally fell asleep.

The next morning he closed up the shop, and put on his cleanest suit. He wore Ford’s glasses, and found some six-fingered gloves lying around to slip on. Nothing fit quite right. The glasses were a little too loose, and Ford’s jacket was a little snug around the arms. 

Looking up in the mirror, he looked like his brother. 

When he got in the car he sat there for a long while. Not having the courage to turn on the ignition until the sun came at just the right angle to blind him. He finally began the car and started driving. 

What would he say to ma? What would Ford say? Probably something smart, and then he’d invent the machine that would save her life. 

That damn know-it-all, showing him up even in his own damn mind. If it weren’t for Ford trying to send him away 25 years ago, maybe they would have made up. Maybe they would have taken ma in when she started feeling unwell. 

Maybe Stan wouldn’t have to say goodbye to ma alone. 

Damn it. Was he crying? 

He wiped at his eyes with his sleeves, steeling his nerves so he could drive straight. 

He picked up some flowers at a shop down the street from the home she was in, and he checked into the home using Stanford’s name. Stan stood in front of her door for a long time, listening to see if anyone else was in the room. The silence was almost worse. He had no excuse to turn tail and run. He had to go in there and say goodbye to his mother. 

He knocked, a quick three raps. 

“Who is it?” His mother’s voice asked, as strong as ever. 

Stan smiled and opened the door. “It’s me ma, Stanford!” 

“Stanford?” She looked up at him from her spot on the bed, her eyes narrowed like she couldn’t see him quite right. “Sit down over here so I can get a good look atcha.” 

Stan set the flowers on her bedside and settled into the seat next to her. She was wrinkled and all grey now, but her brown eyes were still the same. 

“How have you been doing, ma? Shermie’s left me a million messages saying you’re on death’s door!” 

She smiled. “That Shermie can be even more of a nuisance than you are, Stanley.” 

Stan froze for a single second before smiling. “Ma you’ve got the wrong twin. It’s me, Stanford.” 

She reached a shaky hand to pat his. “Stanley you think I wouldn’t recognize my own boy?” She smiled. “You must think so little of your old ma.” 

He took a deep breath to compose himself. Her memory isn’t right, that’s what Shermie said. She’s just misremembering. 

“Ma Stan passed away twenty five years ago, remember?” 

It took everything in him not to choke on his words. 

“And Stanford didn’t show up at all?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t scam your old mother, Stanley, I taught you everything you know. Stanford would show up at your funeral. That boy isn’t as cold as he thinks he is.” 

He couldn’t answer. 

His mother pat his hand. “Oh, there, there, sweetie.” 

It took him a second to realize she was comforting him because his vision had begun to blur. He felt the damp trail of tears on his cheeks as he took in a shaky breath. 

She tugged on his hand lightly so he would lean in, and he did. She put her arm around his shoulder as best as she could and gave him a weak squeeze. “Whatever fight you and Stanford have going on now, you’ll figure it out, sweetie. Ya always do...” 

Stan tried to stop himself from shaking so hard in his mother’s embrace but he knew he was failing. He held on a little tighter to his mother’s hand. 

“My sweet Stanley… You’ll figure it out.” 

“Ma what if he doesn’t come back?” Stan asked shakily. 

“Your brother is stubborn as a bull, he’ll come back just to prove you wrong.” 

Stan laughed at that and pulled away a little, to look into her eyes again. 

He missed her. So much. 

“Your breath is awful,” she said, grimacing. “Did I not teach you to brush your teeth?” 

Stan burst out laughing. “You don’t even have any teeth left, ma.” He didn’t want to tell her that he didn’t either.

“I’m on my death bed, what do I need teeth for?” 

A loud knock came at the door and Stan turned away, making sure to wipe his tears dry. He stood when the person entered. 

It was Shermie, holding a binder in one arm and a coat in another. 

“Stanford!” He said, his eyes widening in surprise. “You came.” 

Stan cleared his throat. 

“Uh… yeah, I couldn’t not come. It’s just been so… busy.” He tried to keep his voice low, hoping Shermie had forgotten what Ford sounded like at this point. 

“Well I’m glad you came,” Shermie looked over at their mother in her bed. “Aren’t you glad Stanford came by?” 

“Why would I be glad that this little brat ignored me for years just to say goodbye?” She asked gruffly. 

Shermie laughed. “Same as ever, ma.” 

Stan took the lighthearted mood as his means of escape. He began walking towards the door but took one last look back at his mother. 

She smiled warmly at him, her hands folded neatly in her lap. He wanted to burn this image of her in his mind, sitting tall and confident, reassuring him that things might turn out after all. 

When he found Ford, he would tell him about her on this day. How she knew without hesitation, how she made all of his loneliness melt away, and how she gave him the hope to finally bring him back. He would tell Ford that she loved them both until the end, just as much as she did the day she brought them home. 

Ford would cry with him 

“I’ll be back, ma,” he said with a smile. 

She winked at him before saying, “Doncha dare come back!”

[cynic-spirit]

the clingy soulmate

Bruce Wayne had always been a figure of strength and resilience, both as a businessman and as Batman. But behind his mask of control and determination lay a side of him that was unexpectedly clingy and affectionate, a trait that Y/N had come to notice and cherish.

It started subtly. Bruce would often insist on walking Y/N to her car after a long day at the university or a late-night lecture. Though he claimed it was for safety, Y/N could see the concern in his eyes. His hand lingered on the small of her back, a gesture that spoke volumes about his desire to be close to her.

On one occasion, as they were settling down for a quiet evening at Wayne Manor, Y/N noticed Bruce’s hand resting on her knee, even though they were simply watching a movie together. His fingers lightly traced her skin, a tender gesture that spoke more than words ever could. When she glanced at him, she saw his gaze fixed on her with a kind of intensity that made her heart flutter. Despite his stoic exterior, the warmth of his touch and the way he seemed to need her presence was evident.

During a particularly stressful week at work, Y/N came home to find Bruce waiting for her with a dinner spread that he had prepared himself. He had asked Alfred to help him with the cooking, and the two of them had managed to whip up a surprisingly delicious meal. Bruce’s eyes were alight with anticipation as he served her, his closeness more pronounced than usual. He hovered over her, ensuring she had everything she needed, his arm brushing against hers as he reached for the wine bottle.

One night, Y/N was working late in the library at the newly constructed wing. Bruce, who had been busy with his Batman duties, decided to drop by to keep her company. He settled into the armchair near her desk, his presence a comforting reminder of his affection. Every now and then, he would get up and adjust the blanket around her shoulders or bring her a cup of tea, each act of care accompanied by a loving smile.

Bruce’s clinginess was perhaps most apparent during their vacations. On a getaway to a remote beach house, Y/N noticed how Bruce insisted on being near her at all times. He would wrap his arms around her during walks on the beach, and even when they were lounging by the pool, he always made sure she was within his sight. His hands frequently found their way to hers, his fingers entwining with hers as if afraid she might slip away.

During a charity event at Wayne Manor, Y/N overheard Bruce talking to Alfred. He was discussing how he had deliberately positioned the seating arrangements so he could sit next to her throughout the evening. Alfred’s amused chuckle was a clear indication that this was a regular occurrence, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Bruce’s efforts to stay close.

In the privacy of their moments together, Bruce’s clinginess took on a more intimate form. He would often cuddle close to her at night, his arms wrapping around her possessively as if he were afraid of letting go. His need for physical closeness was palpable, and Y/N found herself savoring these moments of vulnerability.

She also observed how Bruce would send her thoughtful texts throughout the day, little messages of love and care, always signed with "Yours, Bruce." When they were apart, his texts would be filled with little reminders of how much he missed her, often accompanied by a sweet digital heart or a photo of something that reminded him of her.

Despite the intensity of his clinginess, Y/N chose not to embarrass him or make him feel self-conscious. She recognized that this was an expression of his deep love and affection, a way of showing how much he valued her presence in his life. Instead of teasing him or making light of his behavior, she embraced it, allowing him to express his feelings in his own way.

One evening, after a particularly touching display of affection, Y/N looked into Bruce’s eyes and saw the earnestness and vulnerability behind his actions. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, and gently kissed him. In that moment, she understood that his clinginess was not just about physical proximity but a reflection of the depth of his emotions.

As Bruce held her close, Y/N knew that despite the way he clung to her, she would always cherish his affection. For Bruce Wayne, this clinginess was a testament to his love—a love that was fierce, unwavering, and all-encompassing. And for Y/N, it was a beautiful reminder of how deeply connected they were, a connection she treasured and nurtured with every touch, glance, and word shared between them.

[carnivorousyandeere]

get you a man who's so lost and unmoored, moving through the world like a ghost, whose hands are cold and dry as a corpse's, who talks about his still-very-much-alive ex-wife and children as if they've passed, who avoids talking about the people in his family who have passed as if acknowledging what he's done would lead to his own death.

get you a man whose eyes widen in wonder at your work, your art, your body, your soul. whose eyes light up upon seeing a butterfly emerge from a cocoon in the spring, whose eyes light up when he smells a nice cup of tea, whose eyes light up when he rolls up his trousers and kicks off his shoes to dance in the surf with you at the beach near his house.

get you a man who sniffs your hair ever so slightly when you hug. Get you a man who watches you paint through a hole in the wall. Get you a man who records you singing in the shower and listens back to it to lull himself to sleep at night. Get you a man who literally becomes ill if he doesn't get enough skin-to-skin contact with you but is too polite-- or maybe shy-- to ask for it all the time.

get you a man who buys you things for work, for leisure, who gifts you with beautiful and comfortable clothes and your favorite foods and extravagant vacations. get you a man who does all that and still makes you handmade gifts, just so you really understand how much he cares.

[stargazing-imagines]

What we had — Conrad Fisher x Model!Reader

Description — after dating Conrad for a few years, you find out that he has been cheating on you with belly, years later you return to cousins beach… but there a different aura to you

Warnings — mentions of reader being known as a slut, mentions of abandonment issues, bad writing, name calling?

Fandom — the summer I turned pretty

A/n — it been a while since I posted a fic. I hope you enjoy this one! Don’t kill me but this one has a sad ending! It for the sake of the imagine so keep that in mind, besides. I got this idea from an Episode story I read, so credit to the authors of that story!

“I can’t believe you!” You shouted to your boyfriend of 2 years, voices echoing from the fishers beach house

“Y/n, it was a mistake I swear!” Said Conrad as he tried to reason with you, you scoffed

“Please… I know what a make out session looks like and I just witnessed you and belly having one just a minute ago!”

“It didn’t mean anything!” Said Conrad “you have to believe me!”

“You know what, I’m done.” You said on the verge of tears “I hope you two are very happy together!”

With that you left, wiping a tear from your face

3 years later

“Y/n L/n!” Shouted the paparazzi “is it true that you are dating Liam Hosterman?”

You rolled your eyes before responding, sunglasses covering your face. Let’s just say that after the whole Conrad and belly fiasco, you went rogue. Parties all night, and ending the night with a new boy on your arm. It was the life you enjoyed… that was until you got an invitation to belly’s graduation party.

“I think you should go.” Said your best friend Nora as she sat opposite side of the couch from you.

“Please, I rather eat dirt then face Conrad fisher.” You said as you sipped on your tea “besides he wouldn’t want to see me anyway.”

“Girl, he sent you flowers 5 months ago apologizing for what he did.”

“Yeah… 3 years to late.” You said “besides I have a hot date that day so I have to politely decline.”

“I think your being selfish.” Said Nora “the girl speaks highly of you, didn’t you say that you were her big sister for the debutante ball that summer?” Asked Nora, you huffed.

“Just think about it.” Said Nora as she gave your hand a pat before leaving.

Here you were, on the plane to cousins beach… hoping you wouldn’t regret a single thing, after your flight landed, you placed your sunglasses over your eyes.

“This is going to be a long vacation.”

“I’m so excited that you can make it.” Said laurel as she gave you a hug “I think your old room is still the same, susannah has been decorating it ever since she recived your RSVP.”

You nodded your head at the thought

“There’s my darling Angel.” Said Susannah as she opened her arms signaling you to hug her, you hugged her

“Look at you! You look way different then you did 3 years ago.”

“Thanks Susannah, Is Conrad around?” You asked

“He just called, he won’t be landing till in the morning.” Said Susannah

Great that gave you perfect time to figure out a plan to avoid Conrad this whole week

“I’m going to drop my luggage off to my room.” You said as you walked upstairs

It was the next day, and you were out back near the pool tanning as belly was swimming in the pool.

“Hey are you going to make up with Conrad this summer?” Asked belly as she got out of the pool, joining you on the loungers, towel wrapped around her.

“Maybe, maybe not, why?” You asked

“I think you should give the boy a second chance.” Said belly

“Why did you kiss him 3 years ago?” You asked

“Honestly… I just wanted to see if my crush on his was real or a infatuation.” Said belly

“And?”

“It was a infatuation… I’m sorry…”

“It-“

“Belly, laurel wants you in the kitc-“

He stops mid sentence when he sees you, you freeze as you hear the voice

“Talk to him.” Whispered belly as she walked away

“Hey-“

“Don’t hey me!” You said as you stayed glued on the loungers, back turned “In fact, don’t even come near me.”

“You look great…”

“Please stop flattering me… that’s not going to work on me this time.”

“Is that because your to good for me? To good for us?” Asked Conrad “you haven’t even visited us in three years Y/n!” Shouted Conrad “Mom was devastated!”

“I was heartbroken Conrad!”

“Oh so sleeping with every guy that you can find is going to mend your broken heart?”

You sighed, you ran your hand through your hair before standing up

“Your the reason that I am the way that I am!” You shouted “if you didn’t cheat on me 3 years ago we wouldn’t be in this position!”

Conrad scoffed

“Who are you and what happened to the girl that I fell in love with 3 summers ago?”

“She’s changed Conrad.” You said “deal with it!”

You stormed off before feeling a hand on your wrist

“What we had was special.” Said Conrad “if your going to throw away what we had then your crazy.”

With that he left, you pondered for a moment before speaking out

“Wait…” you said, Conrad turned around “I’m sorry ok.” You said “I’m sorry that I left, but I did it because I wanted to focus on me.”

“Yeah but leaving?” Said Conrad “that is the most stupidest thing you ever done, we could have talked things out but what did you do? You ran away.”

With that Conrad went back into the beach house, leaving you by the loungers, you sat back down puffing in annoyance.

“He isn’t going to forgive me belly so just drop it.” You said as you snacked on a cracker

“Look. I know what you did was to better yourself, but Conrad was heartbroken when he found out that you were sleeping with the whole city of New York.”

“I know…” you said “it’s just… it was the only way to take the pain away.”

“Did you at least go to a therapist or a shrink, one?”

“Yeah… turns out I have a bad case of abandonment issues.”

“Your parents were pretty much absent in your life.” Said Jeremiah, belly nudged him

That was true, all your life you only had Susannah and laurel as mother figures in your life. Susannah was a good friend of you’re mom, and every summer you would go with the fishers to cousins beach. Turns out, it was your parents way of saying we don’t wantyou around. Who was there for you when you got your first period? Susannah, who was there when you got your first heartbreak at the age of 16? Susannah, she treated you like you were her own daughter. Unlike your own mother.

“Jeremiah!”

After belly said that, a knock was heard. You turned your head and saw Conrad standing in the doorway.

“I hate to budge in but… y/n can we talk?”

You looked back at belly and Jeremiah, who signaled that it was alright as they left, Conrad walked in.

“How much did you hear?”

“Everything… y/n I’m sorry for what I did.” Said Conrad as he grabbed a hold of your hand “do you forgive me?”

You let out a faint smile before cupping his face

“Of course I forgive you.” You said

You kissed his lips for a brief second before pulling away

“How I missed this.” Said Conrad as he smiled, you let out a giggle.

—

The summer I turned pretty masterlist

[mrstsung]

Shang tsung imagine/blurb/hcs:

*note: after some kind words from a mutual. And fellow shang fan. I'm making something to cheer me up and if anyone else feels the same. I'm not gonna let my brain be mean to me. And keep doing what i love*

Cw: i guess maybe warnings of anxiety,mental illness,and or just brain being mean? Either way reader is feeling down. So shang tsung is helping reader cheer up. Angst,hurt comfort? Slightly spicy mention

Reader is technically gn

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

Imagine:

You weren't feeling so well and you're sitting down by shang's island shoreline. You often come down to the beach to meditate or think. But usually you're accompanied by a guard or by shang,your lover, himself. But this time,you're alone. All with your thoughts,they ate at you. Doubt spilled into your mind as tears fell. Why must your brain hate you?

Shang was worried when he didn't see you come into the bed chambers you both shared. Usually you're not out this late. Let alone,outside the main palace. Perhaps you're at the private teahouse? Shang wondered.

*(To put perspective,i hc shang's main palace keep,where he lives and is the living quarters for him,his lover and his personal guards,warriors and servents. All of the others usually stay in a separate area and smaller buildings near the dock port. The palace gardens lead to a pathway leading down a staircase behind the main keep,where a beachside tea house is,shang uses this teahouse as a personal one. Instead of the ones used by kombatants during tournaments. This teahouse is secluded,quiet,and peaceful. It is a mix between Japanese,and Chinese architecture. The reason being is him and raiden often do business when discussing anything related to tournaments. Despite being rivals and sort of enemies. They are respectful of one another and often discuss things as would any master of the martial arts would or even as an emperor or lords of their respective domains. In short. They aint always barking at each others throats,so to have them in petty squabbles all the time is boring and pointless. Anyways. You often might come to this teahouse to get away so to speak.)*

Shang tsung got on his silk red robe. A garment that was decorated by images of dragons and Phoenixes. Etched in gold and yellow. The flame patterns danced along with shades of deep purple and indigo at its base. A fine clothing fit for a man such as he. Simple black slippers he wore as he stepped out the doors to the bed chambers. Into the garden. He followed the stone path through the gardens,enveloped in moonlight. It danced through the trees. The warm summer air,not too hot surprisingly despite being an island. But there had been rain recently,so it was much cooler,but not by much. There was sweet smells of flowers. Tropical hibiscus,Asian lilies,and little lotuses in the pond all filled the night air. Soft sounds of crickets,frogs and other nighttime summer creatures also sang. As shang tsung made his way to the staircase,he heard soft whimpers from below,at the bottom. He swiftly but carefully descended the stairs. As he got closer. He saw you on a large rock. Weeping. The rock was adjacent to the teahouse. He carefully approached you.

"My dear? What are these tears? Why are you out here by yourself this late in the hour? Is something wrong?"

Shang asked softly but in a concerned manner.

As you struggle to make eye contact. And in a small cracked voiced stated

"I just don't understand why you love me? Why would you choose to spare me? I'm not the best warrior,even with your training. I'm constantly worried,i second guess myself,I'm a mess,im not as beautiful/handsome as some people,im just so...meh,i feel like I'm not worthy of anything even kindness. I just don't get it. Besides you could find better I'm sure,a better person than boring,average me."

You lay your head back down on your crossed arms,over your legs you propped them upon. Still crying.

Shang was taken aback. Where did this come from?! His beloved? Doubtful of his love? Who would dare put those thoughts into your head!? But shang tsung thought about it. Perhaps it is not of another,but of a troubled mind. One filled with the anxieties and stresses and struggles of life itself. He walked over to you,first removing the slippers as not to track sand. Barefoot he walked on the warm sand. When he got to you he placed his hand under your head,lifted your chin with his fingers and spoke with the most earnest,soft,and loving voice.

"My dear sweet y/n. Why did i spare you? Simply because i chose to,i could have killed you,taken your soul,and that would be it. But i didn't. But in that choosing i found one of the most kindest of souls. A soul so genuine and true. And you never once tried to be anything but what you are. Your training has served you well,as you are alive aren't you? *chuckles* obviously the woes of kpmbat has not forsaken you yet? Why? Because you're warrior spirit isn't one of physical prowess. It is not of duty of honor. It is simply love. And love is the most powerful energy of all. Love for life,love for being,and the perseverance of it despite of the world around you. You study hard,love hard,and even play hard. You have the soul of a champion,regardless of frivolous titles given by gods. You are a beautiful soul. Inside and out. You worry of others before yourself,you always put others before you. Even when it's hard to. You stuck at my side,even when You had every right to leave. But here,you remain. I'm obviously doing something right my dear. I know that the dark clouds of your mind get to you,but they too will pass. And that beautiful bright glow from you will shine once again. Even now as i look at your tear soaked face,red,and all full of sorrow."

You couldn't help but giggle at that,he always knew exactly what to say.

Shang continues as he sits beside you,comforting you the best way that he could.

"My darling,i simply adore you,all of you. Even the messy parts as you said. Hell I'm messy myself, *chuckles* I'm a sorcerer of soul magic and dark arts after all. But even a devil such as i can appreciate a flower that blooms in adversity. It is the most beautiful,and the most colorful and bright. And no matter what your mind may tell you,your soul never lies. Just as you have been there for me,i will be there for you. And you are deserving just as much as any other. Even more so as I'm concerned. And you are already worthy. Words fail me to truly encapsulate how my heart feels for you. But what i adore the most is your company,simply put. I admire your presence,your existence is enough. But i prefer it more when you're filled with innocent wonder,joyful laughter,and full of life and love. A hunger for knowledge and a pursuit for purpose. Your strive for perfection isn't the way. What is, my love,is the strive to be better than you were yesterday. But if words are not enough to show you i indeed love you. Than perhaps this would suffice..."

Shang tsung then placed his hand upon your cheek,and kissed you passionately. With all the yearning and intensity that ached in his heart to soothe the storm in yours.

All melted away,no more worry,all doubt ceased. All that was. Was you and him. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing softly,the crickets nearby the paths end. All was calm. Your tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. How silly you felt for doubting your lover shang,let alone yourself.

Of course he loved you. And he loved you in his own way. As did you.

You both sat and talked a few more hours in the teahouse over some tea. Laughing at old stories,on occasion making flirtatious comments,thus leading into a spicier moment. And you both fell asleep soundly in the teahouse.

By morning you awoke to being wrapped only in shangs silk robe.

He with just his silken pants and hair pulled back. Sat at the opening,doors slid open. The warm summer sun outside,hot but ocean air came through the teahouse so it was cool enough.

You just sat there admiring the view. Of both your lover,and the sea. You went over to sit next to him. And layed you head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead. And as you both gazed at the ocean. All of your troubles were gone,you were ready to take on anything the day offered you.

Shang helped make you stand proud and firm in who you are. And for shang? Well you get to see his softer side,not many get that chance. How lucky are you?

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

This was highly self indulgent. Sorry if it's longer than what i originally planned. But i got so sucked in as i was writing it.

Again no matter if others also self ship with shang, i know that my self ship is unique. And i gotta remind myself that and not be discouraged by this. And i love writing for him. And even if its very self indulgent.

I shouldn't be afraid to post my work. Even if one person likes it. Even if it gets zero recognition. I created something,and i need to remind myself. This is how i grow. Both as an artist and person. Those that matter don't mind,and those that mind dont matter,so to speak. And im glad that people do like my work. Even if its super self indulgent and specific at times.

Again sorry for rambles. Ugh.

Admin is in the feels ok?

I feel shang would want me to keep creating. And keep doing what i love. Him. Lol.

Anyways. I hope you like this. And i hope that this could cheer you up too if you're ever feeling down about yourself.

It helped me when writing it. <3

With love as always

🐍💚 -mrstsung

Hope y'all have a nice day/night.

[stargazer-sims]

Count On Me

Like your favourite chair, I'll hold you close whether you lose or win. I'm that breath of air flowing out and flowing right back in. I hope you know that I am here, always close and always near.

♫ Count on Me - Diana Ross ♫

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This will make more sense if you've already read Full Circle and Broken Glass

CONTENT WARNING - violence, death

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"Ugh... I suck." Fox sinks onto his sister's couch with all the grace of a seal flopping onto a beach rock. He leans his head against one of the decorative cushions on the back of of the sofa and lets out a groan. "I never imagined I'd screw up a conversation so much. And with my own kid, no less."

Now that he's calm, he realizes how exhausted he is. He navigates difficult situations all the time at work with kids in care, biological parents, foster parents, and professionals connected to each of his clients, but none of those interactions ever seem to drain him as much as this one conversation with his teenage son has.

He'd shared everything with Clancy in the car on the way over to her house, all about his confrontation with Forest and what had led up to it in the first place, and about his frustration and sense of inadequacy to handle it. Clancy was sympathetic, but he could tell she also had a lot she wanted to say. To her credit, though, she hadn't offered any of her own opinions in the car. She'd let him talk

Clancy hands him a mug of tea and then sets her own mug on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. "You don't suck. Your kid sucks."

"No, he doesn't."

"Okay, maybe not him personally, but it sounds like his attitude could use a serious adjustment."

"I don't know where we went wrong," Fox says. "None of our other kids are like this. Not that they're angelic or anything, but the other five combined don't give us as much trouble as Forest does. I thought we were parenting them all more or less the same way, but we must've dropped the ball with Forest."

"I don't know why you think it has to be your fault, or Takahiro's," Clancy says.

"Because we're his parents."

"And?"

"And we're supposed to teach him how to be his best self," he says.

"Kids are individuals, you know," Clancy points out. "You can try your hardest, but at the end of the day, they're the only ones who can decide if they're gonna be the best version of themselves or not. Forest is seventeen. He's going to make his own choices whether you like them or not."

"Yeah, but I hoped he'd make better ones."

"We all want that," Clancy says. "I want Grey and Frankie to make good choices too, but they're getting to an age where I have less and less influence over them. Especially Frankie. A sixteen year old with a driver's license and a part-time job? That kid thinks she owns the world."

"I'll bet she's never openly questioned your love though, or looked you in the face and told you to shut up."

"She knows better than to do that," Clancy declares. "She's free to make her own choices, with the understanding that every choice has consequences. I might not be able to spank her any more, but she knows I'm not above handing out other punishments."

"You know Taka and I don't punish our kids."

"Maybe you should," she says. "I know you guys are into that gentle parenting or whatever, but sometimes trying to reason with a kid is about as effective as banging your head against a brick wall. I'm not saying you're failures as parents, because you're totally not, but I think a few well-placed slaps on the bum when he was little might've done Forest some good."

"Violence isn't the answer, Clancy."

"Nobody's telling you to commit violence," she counters. "People shouldn't be indiscriminately hitting their kids every time they make some little mistake. All I'm saying is that on the occasions when using your words isn't getting the job done, sometimes you have to use other methods."

Fox sets his tea down on the end table and then turns to fix his sister with a level gaze. "Such as assaulting children?"

"Oh my God." Clancy lets out her breath in an audible huff. "I see where Forest got that hard head from."

"Excuse me?"

"Fox, you're deliberately missing the point," says his sister. "Look, I know spanking was never in your playbook, and it's fine. It hasn't been in mine either since Frankie was maybe six or seven years old. My point was, sometimes just talking to a kid isn't enough. Sometimes they need a stronger message."

"Such as?"

"Such as consequences that make them think about their actions. Some people have to learn things the hard way."

"I guess that makes sense," Fox concedes.

"Of course it makes sense," Clancy says. "Forest needs to understand he's not entitled to a free ride through life and that he can't get away with throwing a tantrum when things don't go his way, and you and Takahiro need to teach him that before someone else does, 'cause they won't love him like you do and... you know."

"We'll give him a safety net, and other people won't."

"Exactly."

Fox sighs. "Why can't parenting be easier?"

"If I knew how to make it easier, I'd write a book, make millions of dollars off it, and retire from the police force." Clancy gives him a half-smile. "Incidentally, if you think you've got it hard, you should try parenting by yourself.

"Sorry," Fox says. "I wasn't thinking of—"

"No, don't apologize. I was the one who brought it up." She reaches for her own mug of tea. Several seconds pass as she holds the mug between both hands and gazes into it. "The actual parenting part wasn't any less difficult when Garrett was alive. It's just... I miss being able to discuss things with him, and I miss us backing each other up."

"I don't know how you got through it," Fox tells her. "I'd be devastated if anything happened to Takahiro. I have no idea how I'd survive losing him."

"You'd survive," Clancy says. "I can't tell you how, but you'd do it somehow. If you were on your own, you'd have no choice. You'd find a way to do it for your kids."

His sister is right. As much as he knows a part of him would want to lie down and surrender, he would go on for the sake of his children, just like Clancy did. "I guess I would."

"You would," Clancy reiterates. "Sink or swim, you know? It's what you've got to do."

Fox nods. "I know."

He recalls the day, eight years ago, when his brother-in-law Garrett died. It had started as a perfectly normal Friday in early August, and Fox had been at the office finishing some paperwork and writing notes on the files one of his co-workers, Chloë St-Jean, would be overseeing for him while he was on vacation for the following two weeks. His mind hadn't been entirely on the task. He'd been too busy daydreaming about his family's upcoming camping adventure. He pictured himself playing and exploring with Taka and their kids, spending hot, hazy afternoons painting by the lake, making s'mores and singing campfire songs, and then snuggling by the slowly fading fire with Taka after all the kids were tucked into their sleeping bags.

Lost inside his own head, he barely acknowledged the approaching sound of police sirens on the street outside his office window. About fifteen minutes later, the distinctive wail of ambulance sirens racing past the building didn't entirely register either. It was only when Chloë dashed through the open doorway of his office with her phone in her hand and a wild look in her eyes that he pulled himself away from his reverie.

She announced herself with, "I just got a call from my brother."

"What happened?" Fox asked, and then because Chloë seemed so upset, "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he and Belle are fine, thank God. They're shaken up, probably like everyone else, but they're not hurt."

"What happened?" he asked again.

"Fox! There was a literal high-speed chase outside your window, like twenty minutes ago, and you didn't notice?"

"A high-speed chase? In downtown Willow Creek?" He was thoroughly confused and knew he sounded incredulous, but he couldn't help it. "I heard the sirens, but I didn't realize—"

"Davian said the car the cops were chasing crashed straight through the front of the building where his studio is," she explained, breathless. "Some people in the building got hurt, and Dav said they could hear shooting outside and he thinks somebody might've died, but he didn't know if it was a police officer or one of the bad guys or somebody else."

As things unfolded, Fox learned that more than one person had lost their life. While Chloë was still in his office, trying to calm herself down after the phone call with her brother, Fox's own phone rang. It was his sister.

"Fox, I need you." Clancy's normally strong, assertive demeanour had been replaced by a voice so weak and small that he almost didn't recognize it. "I got a call from dispatch. It... it's Garrett. There was a situation... something happened downtown."

She offered as much information as she knew, and asked Fox to meet her at the hospital. When he arrived at the ER, he found Clancy, her partner Harry, and two uniformed officers standing in the waiting area, apparently heedless of the handful of unoccupied chairs. To an outside observer, Clancy might've seemed steady and composed, but Fox could tell she was a hair's breadth away from losing it. He couldn't speak for Harry or the two patrol officers, but he knew why Clancy wasn't sitting. The instant she let herself relax, she'd fall apart.

The uniformed cops started to move toward him as if they might try to stop him from getting to his sister, but Harry reached out and put a hand on one of their shoulders. "That's her twin brother. It's fine."

Fox hadn't wanted to be right, but the moment Clancy was in his arms, she let out a sound that was so filled with anguish that it couldn't have been mistaken for anything else. Then, she began to sob. It was as if every tear she'd never allowed herself to shed throughout her life finally burst out of her in an almighty flood.

He'd never seen his sister like that before, and he hoped to God he'd never witness anything like it again. He didn't know what to do, so he just held her as tightly as he could and let her cry.

Clancy was wholly incapable of getting any coherent words out, so it was Harry who told him, "He didn't make it. Garrett, I mean." The detective clenched his huge fists and growled, "That bastard got him."

Harry went on to explain that Garrett and his partner had responded to a 911 call from an employee at a downtown bank who reported an armed robbery in progress. Just as they arrived on scene, the two armed suspects exited the bank and jumped into a waiting car where a third person was already behind the wheel. That, Fox learned, resulted in the chase Chloë had seen from her office window. Harry couldn't say if the getaway driver had lost control of the vehicle or if he'd smashed through the front of a building on purpose, but the collision had effectively ended the chase.

The driver of the getaway car was killed on impact. The back seat passenger, who was still armed with his gun from the robbery, scrambled out of the car and attempted to escape, but he was injured too. He fired at other officers who'd arrived on the scene, but he didn't get far before they were able to disarm and apprehend him.

Meanwhile, Garrett and his partner were checking on the front seat passenger. The guy was obviously injured, and according to what Harry found out from Garrett's partner, they thought the man was unconscious. When Garrett reached in through the smashed car window to check for a pulse, the man suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Garrett's wrist with one hand and whipped out a previously concealed knife with the other. Before anyone had time to react, the man plunged the long, sharp blade directly into Garrett's neck.

The paramedics made a valiant effort to save him, but he'd passed away in the ambulance, less than a kilometre from the hospital.

"This job's a fucking nightmare some days," Harry concluded. "We all know the danger, but it's like you put it out of your mind so you can get shit done. And then you develop this thing where you start to believe it's never gonna happen to you. Or to somebody you love."

Clancy and Garrett had loved each other passionately, and they both knew the risks. They'd met when Clancy was still a patrol officer too, and despite the warnings of their parents and their fellow officers that getting involved with another cop wasn't a great idea, they would not be deterred.

Six months after they met, Clancy earned all her qualifications to become a detective. Six months after that, she and Garrett got married in a stunningly elaborate ceremony. complete with a police honour guard made up of their colleagues and friends.

They were over the moon when baby Francine came along, and just as elated at the birth of Greyson three years later. It was obvious to everybody who knew them how devoted they were to each other and to their little family, and their bond only grew stronger as time went on.

They loved like there was no tomorrow, as Garrett's mother had put it, or in Garrett's own words, "Make it count. Do all the living you can while you've got a life to live."

Fox was left utterly shaken by the description of his brother-in-law's last minutes. He couldn't imagine what it must've been like for Clancy to hear it again.

"Can I take her home?" he asked Harry.

At that, Clancy raised her head from his shoulder. "No," she said weakly. "I can't go. Not until I see my husband."

So, they waited.

When a doctor eventually came out and said Clancy would be permitted to view the body, both Fox and Harry went with her. When she saw her husband lying on the gurney, with a pristine white bandage across his throat, Clancy let out a scream so feral that Fox struggled to accept it was coming from a human. The sound of his sister's pain and the image of her cradling the pale, still body of her husband had haunted his dreams for months after that.

When they finally did depart the hospital, Fox had to guide her to his car. She stumbled along beside him, seemingly unaware of anything, mumbling things to herself that Fox was unable to comprehend.

He'd been afraid to leave her, so he took her to his own house. Knowing Frankie and Grey were safe with Garrett's parents, he made the decision to let them stay there undisturbed for the time being. Clancy was in no condition to help her kids, and Fox knew they'd be even more traumatized by what had happened if they saw their mother in that state.

As soon as they walked through the front door, Takahiro was there to meet them. He held out his arms to Clancy and she stepped straight into his waiting embrace. Open-hearted Takahiro, with his gift for comforting others, didn't say he was sorry or utter any meaningless platitudes. All he said was, "We're here for you."

Fox could visually observe the tension leaving Clancy's body. She sagged in Taka's arms and whispered, "Thank you, Takahiro."

It wasn't until the next morning that Clancy was ready to be with her kids, and even then she wasn't able to tell them about Garrett herself. It was actually Takahiro who’d broken the news to them and, in his gentle way, answered their questions about what dying meant.

Fox was grateful. He wasn't sure he could've handled it as gracefully as Taka did, and when he said as much to his husband later, Taka's response had been, "It's all right. Sometimes people need help from someone who's one step away. Close enough to care, but not too close to see things in perspective."

That piece of wisdom is something Fox has carried with him ever since. He thinks he fulfills that role in the lives of his clients, his niece and nephew and his friends, and he's taught himself to recognize when he needs someone to step into that role for him. As much as he wants to prove he's grown enough to manage things on his own, the truth is that he can't keep all the proverbial balls in the air by himself. No one can.

"Hey."

Fox realizes he's allowed too long a pause in the conversation when his sister's one-word sentence interrupts his reminiscence. He glances over at her. "Sorry."

"You okay?" she asks.

"Yeah. I was just thinking."

"About...?"

"Garrett," he admits. "Sorry if that's weird."

"It's not," Clancy says. "I was thinking about him too."

"Because of what I said?"

"Not really," she says. "There isn't a single day where I don't think about him at least once. Sometimes it's the most random thing that'll remind me of him. Like, when I accidentally burn the toast at breakfast, or when I catch myself squeezing the toothpaste in the middle. That annoyed Garrett so much. He used to say I was wasting it."

Fox smiles. "Taka gets after me for being a middle-squeezer too."

Clancy releases an abrupt laugh. "A middle-squeezer?"

"That's what he calls it. He's an end-squeezer, and he thinks that's the only correct way to squeeze out toothpaste. He also thinks there's only one correct way to put a roll of toilet paper on the holder too."

"There is. I had it on good authority from my late husband."

"We have to heed the experts," Fox says.

"Yeah," says Clancy. "God, I miss him. Sometimes I still come up with stuff I want to tell him, and I have these moments where I think 'I can't wait to tell Garrett when I get home from work'. But then I remember, and... yeah."

"So then you call and tell me."

"I'm glad you don't ignore my calls, even when it's about something dumb like seeing a stray chicken in the parking lot at Tim Hortons."

It's Fox's turn to laugh. "Can you imagine the lame jokes Garrett would've made about that? But yeah... you know I'll never ignore your calls. I'm here for you, one hundred percent."

"Same goes for you," Clancy says. "And you're not wrong about the jokes. Garrett thought he'd be a great stand-up comic, you know. He used to write down all his best material, as he called it. Kept it in a notebook in the apartment."

"The garage apartment?"

"Yeah. Well, it wasn't the garage apartment then, but you know what I mean."

As far as Fox knows, Clancy and Garrett's attached garage had never actually had a vehicle in it. The previous owners had been using it primarily for storage, and when Clancy and Garrett bought the house, Garrett decided it'd make a perfect family room. They had the garage door removed and replaced by a regular wall, had a small bathroom built in one corner, and moved in their big-screen TV, exercise equipment, pool table and an old sofa Clancy got from one of their cousins. Fox and Taka had spent many evenings hanging out with Clancy and Garrett, chatting and watching movies while all the kids played together nearby.

After Garrett passed, Clancy had the space converted into a bachelor flat so she could rent it out and supplement her income. She hired a contractor to construct a kitchenette and to install a separate entrance so her tenants wouldn't have to enter or exit through the house.

"Do you go in there much?" Fox asks. "To the garage apartment?"

"Only to collect the rent, or to fix stuff or clean up after somebody leaves," she says. "I gotta go in there this weekend, actually. I thought the student I had was going to stay for the whole school year, but she up and left. Decided she was going to move in with her boyfriend instead. She left it looking okay, but I still have to clean the floors and give the bathroom a good scrub."

"If you need help, let me know."

"Why? Are you going to send your kids to..." She lets the sentence fade and then grins at him. "Oh, wait."

"What?"

"I just had a genius idea," Clancy declares. "It's brilliant. Kind of a win-win, you might say."

"So, tell me what it is."

"You really could send one of your kids to the garage apartment. I mean, if Forest wants to move out so badly, maybe he should."

"And you think he should move in here?"

"Why not?" says Clancy. "He has a part-time job, doesn't he? He could pay me a little bit of rent every month. You wouldn't have him disrespecting you under your roof any more, and he'd learn how to be responsible for himself."

"I don't think he could do that, being totally on his own."

"He wouldn't be totally on his own. I'd keep an eye on him to make sure he's not going completely off the rails." She winks conspiratorially. "We just wouldn't tell him he's being surveilled."

"He wouldn't last a week," Fox says.

"Weren't you ready to let him run off to Japan by himself earlier today?" Clancy inquires.

"Do you think I actually believed he would?"

"You called his bluff."

"I did," Fox confesses.

"I'll bet Mom and Dad didn't believe you'd run away, but you did. They didn't think you'd make it on your own either, but you did that too."

"Fair point, but the difference between me and Forest is that my life was actually terrible and I had a valid reason to run away. I had to get out of there, and I was ready to change. Plus, I was twenty-five and fully educated."

"True, but the end goal is still the same," Clancy insists. "Look how much getting out from under our parents' roof did for you."

Fox considers it. He likes Clancy's plan in theory and he's thankful that she's willing to covertly supervise Forest, but he's not totally convinced his son could cope with being independent. As much as he wants Forest to learn that particular lesson, it'll defeat the purpose of the experiment if Forest begs to come home after only a few days.

"I'll have to discuss it with Taka," he says.

"I'd be concerned if you didn't," Clancy replies. "You can let me know what you decide, but don't take too long, okay? I want to advertise it for rent again if Forest isn't going to be moving in."

"Okay," Fox says. "Hopefully, we'll be able to let you know by the weekend."

[ghostofhyuck]

Whispers of the Ocean

Merman! Huang Renjun x Human! Reader

Summary: The ocean is a dangerous place. Your grandmother said. You were obedient enough to follow her and at the same time, you were curious. You found yourself lured by the deep bodies of water, as if it’s been calling for you. 

Word count: 4.2k

TW: Contains violence, and death. Read at your own risk. 

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“The ocean is a dangerous place my dear,” your grandma said. Her soft arms wrapping around you who innocently stared at the blue waves crashing against the bay. 

You looked up at her. She stood there firm as if her eyes weren’t red and swollen due to crying — you don't know why she was crying. 

“That’s why you mustn't venture out there! It may look so majestic but I must warn you, danger is what awaits you there,” 

It’s been decades since you last saw your grandma. As far as you know, she remained in her hometown. A small provincial island that could only be traveled by a boat — a reason why she couldn’t leave it. You barely recall why your grandma loathes the ocean, it was a long mystery to you that even your mother avoided as a topic. 

You grew up in the city, away from the calm sea and the bodies of water. You weren’t allowed to swim at any beach of bodies of water unless it's a pool. You never got your answer about it, but perhaps it somehow connected to that faded memory of you and your grandma. 

But things have changed, soon you learned that your grandma was ill. Forcing your mother to visit her mother again after years of living in the city. To ease her worries, you volunteered to accompany her.

“Just remember, don’t ever go near the ocean. I know that mama’s house is on the beach front, but please yn, I don’t want to worry about you too,” your mother pleaded. 

“Of course ma, I won’t, I promise,” you said, smiling at her. 

The trip was a 2 hour boat ride from a larger town. You were amazed by the clear and blue water of the ocean. You wondered how deep the ocean was, you were filled with curiosity, wanting to know more about the mystery of it. But you don’t want to worry your mother, that’s why you looked away and stared at the small island that is your destination. As soon as you reached the dock, you were welcomed by a woman who’s the same age as your mother. 

“Oh look at you,” she said, hugging your mother the moment she stepped on the fine white sand. “I miss you! and — oh my! Is this your daughter?”

“This is yn, she’ll be staying here to help me with mama,” your mom smiles. 

You got acquainted with Auntie Cora, she was your mother’s childhood best friend. She lives with her family on a small island and looks after your grandma. She shared that weeks earlier, your grandmother had a fever due to the change of the weather. It wasn’t that bad, it’s just, she needs to rest so that it won’t get worse. 

You found yourself staring at your grandmother’s house. It was the same house where some of your childhood days happened, but as you stare at it, you find nothing, not even a hint of nostalgia at the place. 

“I told Cora that I’m fine,” your grandmother said with an angry tone. Just like what aunt Cora said, her sickness wasn’t that bad. 

“Ma, you’re already eighty-five, a fever may bring something worse,” your mother justified. 

“I’m fine! I took some medicine earlier and drank herbal tea,” your grandma answered. “You shouldn’t have returned here! You’re safer in the city!”

“Ma stop with that,” you heard your mother’s tone becoming serious, you watched as your grandmother turned around and at that moment, they had a staring contest. 

Your mother was first to let go, she pulled you away from the scene. You followed her quietly until you two reached a room. 

“Ma, what was that all about?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” your mother quickly gave you a smile. “The trip was kinda tiring right? Let’s just rest for a while.”

But you didn’t want to rest. You excuse yourself if you can go out and look around, your mother only gave you a nod after you told her that you won’t go near the ocean. With that, you skipped your way out of the house. 

You glance at the ocean. It was calm. It was three in the afternoon and you watched as the sun gleamed against the blue ocean. You were amazed, it was the first time you saw an ocean. You could only see them through films or images, but witnessing it in real life felt surreal to you. 

You watched as the wave crashed against the white sand, it was calm, like a whisper. You found yourself locked in the ocean. Wondering. What danger is out there? You wanted to know, to feel the water crash against your feet. You wanted to know how deep it is, and think of the mystery you can unfold by just sinking in the ocean. 

But as you were about to take a step back, you were stopped by a hand. You turned around and saw Aunt Cora smiling at you. 

“You should thank me that it was me who caught you,” she teased. You only nod, looking away embarrassed. 

“Can I ask you a question?” you blurted out before she could leave. Aunt Cora turns around and gives you a smile. 

“Do you think that the ocean is dangerous?” 

“I think the ocean is beautiful,” she answered. “It uses its beauty to trap us into danger, that’s why you should never fall for it.” 

Her words remained in your mind until dinner time. Your mother cooked food and while the three of you sat there in silence. You couldn’t help but to hear the waves crashing. Just like earlier, it was still calm, but you couldn’t help but to hear it like a lullaby. It’s so tranquil that you couldn’t even imagine why they would think of it like that. 

Even in the deep of the night, you couldn’t sleep. All you can hear is nothing but the waves. It’s calling you. You know it, your heart is skipping with nervousness. Agitated at your bed while your mother is resting next to you. You glanced at her and saw that she was already in her deep sleep. 

“Fuck it, just tonight,” you convinced yourself. You just wanted to see it for yourself. Just tonight you wanted to dip your feet into the water. That’s all and nothing else. 

You slowly crept out of your bed, careful not to wake up your mother. Your light steps carried you like a feather as you exited the house and went to the bay barefoot. 

Just like the waves, the wind was calm too. There’s nothing but eerie silence and the once clear, blue ocean became a deep void of water. There’s nothing but silence and as much as it intimidates you, your curiosity is much stronger. 

Slowly, you took small steps against the water. You felt chills the moment the small stream touched your feet, feeling the cold water. You only smile as slowly, you take another step, and another, until the water is ankle deep. It felt amazing, you glanced at the ocean and thought that the ocean may not be so bad after all. 

“You’re new here aren’t you,” you were startled when you heard a voice. You glanced at your right and your knees weakened at the sight. 

“Y-you…” 

“Oh? Seems like you are new here, are you surprised?” he asked, smiling. 

“You guys exist!?” you shouted. 

“I mean, you’re seeing me, so basically we exist.”

You didn’t say a word. Your eyes glued at the creature in front of you. 

He was breathtaking. Against the light around the area, you can see how ethereal his face is. He’s staring at you, smiling as if you’re a friend to him. His black hair falls beautifully long. His eyes were silver blue, contrasting the golden scales that seemed through his arms and oh. His tail looks magnificent as it reflects against the light. Blue hues adorned in golden scales. 

“You’re real,” was the first thing you said after it sank into you. 

“We are.”

“And you can understand me.”

“I can.”

You choked a breath. “I can believe it.” 

“I guess it’s your first time encountering a merman huh?” he laughs. “I’m Renjun by the way.”

“Yn,” you introduced shortly. “Is it okay if I can go near you?”

Renjun only reached for your hands. Slowly, you walked your way towards him, and as soon as you reached him, you held his hand. It was cold, but soft, they weren’t wrinkled at all. You lightly squeezed it as you positioned yourself to sit beside Renjun who’s smile never left.

“What brings you here?” he asked. 

“My grandmother’s sick, I accompanied my mom —”

“ — no, I mean here outside by the ocean,” Renjun clarified. “No one goes to the ocean unless they’ll ride a boat out of this place.”

That’s when you feel your ears deafened. “What do you mean?” 

Renjun only hums, “no one goes to the ocean around here, only fishermen.” 

“So you knew about it. Why?” 

But he merely shrugged, “I don’t know why. The ocean’s too beautiful to be avoided, people are just scared to discover it.” 

“That’s what they told me,” you only let out a sigh. “That the ocean’s so beautiful that we can’t see its danger.” 

You heard Renjun laugh. “The ocean’s not dangerous! Look at it! It’s so peaceful, I live in the ocean and trust me, the ocean is far dangerous from it.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Do you want to see it for yourself?” 

An invitation. You can feel your heart beating fast. You glance at the body of water and you can feel yourself gulping. 

“But it’s too dark,” you pointed out. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Renjun casually said. “I got you, I can tour you there! You can even meet my family.” 

You only stare at him. 

“Okay maybe we cannot meet my family but! Let me show you what lies beneath the ocean,” he reaches for his hand once again. “Do you trust me?”

You stared at him for a second. Renjun gives you an assuring smile as he reaches out his hand once again. You couldn’t help but to glance at it. Heart skipping a beat. 

“Only for tonight,” you said to him. 

“Then that’s a yes,” he smiles at you. 

Carefully he trails you towards the ocean. The water slowly rises up. You breathe in as you can feel the water up to your chest, you hold onto Renjun tightly as you can feel it around your shoulders.

“Wait,” Renjun stops. “Before we take another step, there’s something I should do so that you can breathe underwater.”

“Okay,” you only said. 

But what you didn’t expect next was that he cups your cheeks, and the next thing you know, Renjun’s lips are planted on yours. Your eyes went wide as you could feel his lips blew air in between. From there, he separates from you. 

“Are you ready to dive?” he asked. 

Still in daze, you could only nod. He tugs you and as you dipped into the water, you open your eyes as Renjun pulls you closer. 

You gasped as you could feel yourself breathing normally under the water. You could only glance at Renjun who’s smiling widely. He pulls you to a deeper part of the ocean, and you could only look around. Amazed at how you can see the surface and the blurry image of the moon above. 

Renjun stops and points at something, your eyes grow bigger at the sight. 

The view was surreal. It was far from the things you saw on the internet or in films. The ocean was majestic. Its color was bright despite the dark night and you can see the sea creatures swimming around. It was alive, as if you’re in another world. 

Renjun brought you to places that made you mesmerized about the ocean. Coral reefs displayed were like flowers in a garden. He even grabbed a starfish for you to touch. You only let out a small giggle as Renjun toured you more, and further, until you lost track of time. 

As you rose from the surface, you could see that the island is far from where you are. You only glance at Renjun who looks at you with awe. 

“Thank you Renjun,” you said. “You were right, there’s nothing to be scared of in the ocean.” 

“I’m glad you had fun,” he smiles. “But the sun might rise in a few hours. We should bring you home.” 

“Of course,” you only nod.

But none of you moved, both of you are smiling ear to ear as you remain from where you two are. 

You don’t know why but you felt brave that night, so you approached Renjun once again, slowly you leaned against him for another kiss. He reciprocates it softly. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer, even carrying you as you lean more to his body. 

-

Morning arrived without any suspicion from your mother.

“At the rocks? Are you sure, dear?” your mother asked, creasing her forehead. 

“Yes I’m sure ma and no swimming, I know,” you said to her. 

“No!” your grandmother refuses. “Even by the rocks you’re not allowed!”

“Ma,” your mother hushes and then glances at you. “You’re good to go, you should return here dry okay?” 

You only gave your mom a smile before stepping out of the house. That’s when she glances at her mother who has her forearms crossed. 

“You’re going to regret letting her venture out of the sea,” your grandmother said. 

“Mom please,” your mother begged. “She’s not her, okay?”

Meanwhile you found your way to the huge rocks scattered on the left side of the island. It’s a secluded part of the island, and you are convinced why; the trail path is just full of sharp rocks. Carefully, you walked your way there and as you noticed a familiar figure waiting, you were able to ignore the pain on your feet. 

“Yn!”

“I’m here!” you shouted, as soon as you left the path and felt your feet against the fine white sand, you ran your way to Renjun who’s waiting for you there. 

You spent your days with Renjun. Like a secret summer affair that no one knows. It was a thrill. Every day you’ll go to the rocks where he’ll be waiting. It’s either you two stay there and just talk but sometimes it involves you getting dragged back to the ocean. You fell in love with the ocean. It's peaceful and quiet. Far from the city or the island where you truly belong. It wasn’t hard to fall for it especially when Renjun’s there to show you more about the ocean. You met some of his friends, fellow mer-people who accepted you immediately. 

Soon, your mother’s warnings about the ocean became nothing to you. You probably thought that it’s just them being overprotective of you. You were still careful when you venture out, never attempt to stray further from the island. 

“Before you go, there’s something I want to give you,” Renjun said. The sun was slowly setting and you two just finished another adventure. You were just waiting for your clothes to dry. 

“What is it?” you asked. 

You watch as Renjun removes one of his bracelets. He hands it over to you and you only stare at it. It was an intricate bracelet with pearls and shells. You traced it gently and found it beautiful. 

“It’s beautiful,” you said. “Thank you.”

“It’s to show them that you’re mine,” Renjun stated, making you laugh. 

“Then I’ll wear it for you.” 

It fits your wrist perfectly. You were so happy that you gave Renjun another kiss. He happily obliges and once you two separated, he cups your cheeks and strokes it gently with his thumb. 

“I’ll be always waiting here for you okay?” he said. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you promised. 

As soon as you reached your grandmother’s house, your smile faded. You saw your grandmother and mother waiting for you there with their disappointed expressions. Beside them was Aunt Cora. 

“Ma, is there something wrong?” you asked. 

Your mother let out a sigh, “I can’t believe you disobeyed me.” 

That’s when you started to feel nervous. “Ma —”

“I told you to never go to the ocean!”

“But I’m safe! Look at me, I’m alive! The ocean is not dangerous ma!” you shouted in defense.

“That’s not the case yn, I told you one thing and you didn’t follow my order,” she pointed out.

“Why? Is it that bad? The ocean is beautiful! I can’t believe you didn’t let me near it for years —” 

“Beautiful!? If it’s beautiful then why did it take my daughter away!?” your grandmother interrupted. 

Your eyes grew large at the revelation. You stared at your mother who looked at your grandma with an angry expression. 

“Ma! Stop it!” she said. 

“She has to know! She has the right to know,” your grandma defended. “Those merpeople are murderers! They murdered her!” 

“You knew about them?” you could only ask. 

“They rule the ocean yn,” Aunt Cora explained. “They didn’t like how we people are invading their ecosystem and stealing fish from them. They also are deeply obsessed with people, women to be exact.” 

That’s when Renjun came into your mind. No, it’s impossible. He can’t be a murderer. They’re wrong. Renjun’s kind and sweet. He showed you the ocean and there’s nothing for you to be afraid about. You met the merpeople, they were kind and friendly. Maybe they’ve misunderstood the merpeople. If that was the case, then there shouldn’t be anyone living on this island. 

“No, that’s not true,” you said softly. “They’re kind! They’re friendly and —”

“They took away your aunt,” your grandma pointed out. 

Your aunt? What aunt? You never heard of her before. You only glanced at your mother who couldn’t even lift her head. Is this what they’ve been hiding from you?

“You were young when it happened,” your grandma explained. “But she was a victim of them too, they took her away from us —”

“Ma that’s not true!” your mother shouted. “She died because she drowned, merpeople don’t exist and stop with all of these delusions!”

Then she turned to you. “Tomorrow, we’re leaving this island, I want you to pack your things tonight. No more going to the ocean, okay? You understand?” 

You saw how your mother is full of worry. You felt a hint of guilt as you stared at your mother’s eyes. You could only nod. “Yes ma.”

You watched as your mother walked away from the scene. Your grandmother only shakes her head as she exits towards the kitchen. You only stood there dumbfounded until Aunt Cora tapped your shoulder, lightly patting it to comfort you. 

It was Aunt Cora who told you about your aunt, your mother’s younger sister. She loves the ocean, goes to it daily and would return safely. 

The merpeople were nothing but a myth but because of her, the people in the island started to believe in them — but in a dark light. 

One day, they found her body on the shore. Lifeless, pale, and wrinkled. As if her soul got sucked out and was left nothing but a hollow body. Your grandmother wailed at the loss of her daughter, cursing the ocean and the merpeople because of the accident. She believes that they took her away, but your mother was a skeptic, she thinks that her sister died because she drowned. 

But that also became the reason why she became overprotective of you, she doesn’t want you to die in the same way your aunt did. That’s why she left the island. 

“What about you Aunt,” you asked. “Do you think they exist?” 

Aunt Cora became quiet for a while, “I saw you talked to a merman one time. And just like you, I did fall for a merman back in my youth.” 

Your jaw dropped because of her story. She only laughed it off as she glanced at the window. The ocean tonight is still peaceful. “But I stopped, knowing that we’re too different worlds and he started showing hints that he wants to take me,” she explained. “I told you, they’re so beautiful that you wouldn’t see that they’re dangerous.” 

You found yourself sleepless again that night. 

A part of you wanted to believe what they said, but a part of you, a larger one, is still holding onto the moments you had with Renjun. 

You traced the bracelet Renjun gave you. Is this truly a genuine affection of his? Or was he just luring you to your death? You can feel your heart beating abnormally. Tomorrow, you’ll leave this place and the memories you had here will be blurry just like it was back in your childhood. 

But you wanted to tell Renjun goodbye. He’ll be waiting for you tomorrow by the rocks. It’ll hurt you to imagine him waiting there for you all day long. No. You couldn’t imagine it at all. It’ll hurt you too. You don’t want to leave this island with guilt and a heavy heart. 

That’s why you found yourself outside. By the bay. It was much windier than the first time you went to the ocean. The waves were a bit loud, crashing against the sand. But you didn’t mind it. You only stared at it, hoping that Renjun would appear any moment. 

And it was as if your wishes were answered, your eyes caught the attention of the figure that’s slowly swimming towards you. 

“Renjun!” you shouted, walking further into the ocean. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, tone full of worry. 

“I just…” you couldn’t help but feel tears falling. You felt yourself holding back. Renjun looks at you with worry. You can’t believe it. How can your grandmother paint them as murderers?

“I’m sorry Renjun,” you only said to him. “But, I am leaving tomorrow.” 

“What?” he asked, disbelieved. 

“I told you right that I’m not from here, I have to return to the city,” you explained. “But when time comes, I’ll come back here I promise you that. I want to return here.” 

“Yn,” Renjun only said. 

“I like you Renjun, you’re one of the best things that happened to me, and I am so happy that I met you,” you confessed, tears streaming down nonstop. You hate this, you hate how you have to be separated not only from Renjun but also from the ocean. You know that there’s so much for you to explore out there, but it has to be cut short by your mother. 

“Yn,” Renjun wipes off the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m okay with it, I just — can we go out for a swim? One last time? Just like the first time we met.” 

You could only nod. Thinking that this would probably be the last time you’ll go into the ocean, you could only agree to his wishes. 

Just like the first time you ventured out into the ocean. You did nothing but to try to paint the view into your memory, you wanted to make sure to memorize everything. Your hands never left Renjun’s even holding it tighter than before. You wanted to be with him but just like what Aunt Cora said, you two are from two different worlds. 

As soon as you two rose from the surface, you could only stare at Renjun who’s gleaming under the moonlight. Oh. He’s as ethereal just like when you first met him. He looks at you lovingly, hands brushing the stray hair off from your hair. 

“I guess…this is goodbye,” you mumbled. 

But Renjun didn’t say a word, he approached you until you’re an inch closer to each other. 

He pulled you for a kiss, it was full of passion that you could only kiss him back. You felt his hands around your waist, pulling you further. It was intense but you wanted to savor every second of it.

You can feel yourself breathless, but you don’t want to break away from him. You wanted to feel Renjun’s lips as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. You found yourself drowning into Renjun. It drove you crazy that you felt yourself numbed from everything — not noticing the way your body hit back into the ocean.

-

Morning came in but it was far from the mornings of the people on the island. 

It was dark, raindrops falling like fainted drizzle. The sun was hiding behind the gray clouds.

But that wasn’t the reason why that morning was different, it was because they were disturbed a loud wail of a woman. 

“Yn, yn! Please! Not you, dear!” your mother screamed, tears running as she clung onto your pale, lifeless, and wrinkled body. 

Aunt Cora ran in hurry to comfort her best friend, passing by your grandmother who stood there frozen, seeing himself in your mother’s position. She watched as Aunt Cora went to hug your mother who could only cry on your body. It’s so familiar that your grandma couldn’t do anything about it. 

She only stared at the ocean. How it's painted grayish blue today and the currents are faster than usual. It’s large waves crashing angrily against the shore. She could only shake her head as she stepped away from the scene with pain on her heart.

[trancylovecraft]

Hi! Love your chapter for Yanplatonic demon kings x fem reader. The passing of the story is so amazing especially with each chapter being in order of the last to first born of the demon king family. Each chapter keeps me exited for the next. Enjoy the older brother relationship Lewin and the reader have. Love the way you make the demon kings confused/ interested on the reader in there own ways. Can’t wait for the next part.

Plus I head cannon that reader try’s to keep Lewin’s dirty house clean and cook meals the best she can. She also surprisingly is very smart and dose some of his paper work when Lewin passes out asleep in the living room.

If it’s not a bother what are something they all do with reader if they had free time? I would like to make some fan art out of the response.

EEEEEE THANK YOUUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️ IM HAPPY YOU'RE ENJOYING THE SERIES!!

And YESSS I love the Lewin and Reader headcanons!! Reader definetly nags him a lot- Especially with his messy house which she cleans (Much to Lewin's chagrin, He has a system 😤.). You bet that Reader cooks for this man, She's taken responsibility ��� (Lewin is worried for her sometimes and tries to get her to relax- Though she really can be stubborn)

As for the Demon Kings spending time with Reader? I'm gonna take this opportunity to list them all out here (Because I've thought about it a LOT and I wanna write about itttt)-

TOGETHER -They eat together. I'd definetly say that even though they toss Reader around like a frisbee and tear each other down like dogs- They try to keep up some semblance of normalcy with doing something like eating dinner together.(Something similar to the very beginning of the series. Massive table, Apple in mouth- Reader is traumatised from it as you can tell.). -Crack Idea but if Reader wanted to see something like a film or a play or a musical live- You're gonna bet that these mfs argue over who takes her, Which eventually spirals into all of them going.

LUCIFER -Anything Reader wants (Would be good however Luci wants to be apart of whatever shes doing, Wont let her do shit if he isnt. And its only when he's in a good body so-) -Healthcare (Reader will not die on him ong.) - Grooming (APPEARANCE WISE.)

MEPHISTO -Tea-time (Reader hates tea. She likes Coffee on account of Lewin <3) -Watching Anime

AZAZEL -Sleeping (Azazel lets Reader sleep because of how often she gets tossed between the Baal, It's tiring so he lets her sleep.) -Generally anything Reader wants (Azazel is the favourite. BY FAR.)

IBLIS -Hotsprings ✨ (It would be relaxing if it wasn't for the boiling temperatures and Iblis's.. Everything. That and you get double the amount of demons to deal with- Eg. Asmodeus and Amon. Egyn too.) - General traditional feminine stuff. EG: Fashion, Nail-painting, Stuff that reader doesn't like. (Iblis takes pride in being the only woman amongst the Baal despite being a demon and technically having no gender. She takes it as an excuse to be "closer" to Reader because of it, Being her only "sister")

EGYN -Science! (Whatever experiment he has going on he definetly wants Reader to help him with it, Basically acting as his assistant.) -Swimming/Beach Days (Egyn likes showing you the ocean- Which is basically him- Probably the only part of being near Egyn that reader enjoys.)

ASTAROTH -Fast Food (Reader gets food with this mf, Afterwards its either roaming around so he can find something to do or Video Games if hes in the mood <3)

AMAIMON -Video Games (Usually its Reader, Him and Mephisto playing games. Its always JRPG's.) -Dragging her around sightseeing. (Amaimon likes to explore and find something to do, Dragging reader with him. He does actually listen to her opinion so he'll try out whatever Reader says is interesting.)

BEELZEBUB -Forest Walks -His buisness (I believe its canon Beel owns a restaurant chain, So reader gets toured around it, Beel is very proud to show it off to her.)

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE RANT BUT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT IT <333 THANK YOUU 🥰🥰🥰

[lexithwrites]

Alex!!!! More jartylus pls

this is probably gonna get long so fair warning lmao i have a lot to say about these three also theres nsfw that i'll highlight in green if you wanna skippp

the main dynamic is regulus is the quiet, sarcastic, well dressed and presentable one, james is the smart, athletic, cocky and hyper one and then barty is like,,,,the rat that they pet and feed

they live in a three bedroom house but interchange where they all sleep in case one of them wants time alone or they each need their seperate beds

barty is the clingiest out of them all and will beg to snuggle into someone's bed every single night, he also has night terrors when he sleeps alone so he hates it

james gets up the earliest for a run and to get the others breakfast and he knows their orders by heart

barty is the gamer of the three but he'll convince james to play and sometimes regulus will play COD with them, he prefers rpgs

regulus is a bit of a neat freak and HATES the idea of getting sick or breaking a bone, his worst fear is going to the hospital

james is the clumsiest purely because he gets distracted easily and the other two bought him plastic cups and plates just incase

barty goes by he/they, james is he/him and reg is he/him and transmasc

the bedroom dynamic changes a lot but reg is mostly bottom, he'll sometimes peg the other two when he feels like it but a lot of the time he just likes watching them suck the strap

in college reg studied english lit and ancient history, james studied business and music and barty didn't go to college

regulus will always be a grumpy barista to me im sorry its the only career path he has

james is a graphic designer for a logo company and he also does some lil things on the side maybe a patreon for fanart? i can see him being artsy

barty is a either a bartender or a line cook, nothing else

barty and james try to out dom/top each other a lot

their sleeping arrangement is regulus in the middle, james closest to the door since he wakes up first and barty near the wall

when one of them is away for some reason like visiting family or away for work (james is usually away for work if thats the case) then the other two smother each other they hate when their third is gone

because of being on t regulus' sex drive sky rockets a lot so he initiates more than people expect and neither of his boyfriends are complaining

id say the highest sex drive is barty, then reg, then james

barty is the fighter, regulus is the talker and james is the deescalater when it comes to confrontation

their date nights are usually at home because going out to dinner means one person sits alone unless theres a circle booth and they cant have that

they share clothes CONSTANTLY they dont organise their wardrobe but regulus does seperate underwear and socks, thats where he draws the line

james and barty tend to just make out a lot when they're bored or give each other handjobs

james also has a BIG oral fixation so my man is sucking dick and eating out whenever he gets a chance

barty's fav position is doggy, reg's is riding and james' is reverse cowgirl and they all love missionary

they live in brighton and go for walks across the beach weekly (barty hates going outside so reg and james drag them out)

barty is a boxer and i will die on that hill, he taught james how to box and they just started teaching reg and turns out reg has a lot of pent up aggression he needs to let out

james is a crier after sex, he just has a lot of emotions

barty is obsessed with having their hair played with, tugged, messed up all of it, he'll melt in his partners arms when they do that

regulus doesnt own any oversized stuff its all his boyfriends clothes

james and barty both love watching the other fuck reg and just sitting back and stroking themselves to it

when regulus is feeling horny he starts kissing his boyfriends necks and putting his hands in their underwear

james loves taking the others to new coffee or bubble tea shops he finds when he goes on his runs

they go clubbing somewhat frequently and regulus 100% white girl dances im sorry he just does and his boyfriends love it

they put each other's eyeliner on when they go out too

james tans easily, barty doesn tan or burn and regulus just burns so he sits under a huge umbrella with factor 50 on

barty calls james daddy to wind him up (it turns him on he'll just never admit it)

regulus' favourite pet name is baby (james) and trouble (barty)

barty's favourite pet name is love (regulus) and brat (james)

james' favourite pet name is bub (regulus) and hot stuff (barty)

no one @ me about those fucking nicknames okay just let me have this