#down while standing and rocking from side to side while sitting. which i kinda do anyway while in crowds but it was more to expend energy

[cosmicclearwater]

Give Him Time | E. Call

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Genre: fluff Character: Embry Call x Reader Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: cursing, kissing/making out, use of Y/N Summary: Embry tries to keep his distance but gives up when he realizes that he no longer has a choice. Requested: Yes (from anon: "embry x reader he imprints on reader who just moved to forks (no relationship with bella or anyone in the books she jus moved thered with her family) and he imprints when shes at a bonfire on la push beach. he is around with a couple other pack members and he’s supposed to jus keep watch and he takes a while to build a relationship w her") Note: characters are aged up (around 20).

a/n: kinda hate this, but it's been ages since I've posted, and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while.

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One week. I've been in Forks for one week and I've already been roped into attending some kind of late-night social gathering at a beach in La Push by a group of friends I met while working at the local grocery store in town. That would probably be exciting for most people, especially if they're new in town and know absolutely no one, but I don't see it that way. I would much rather be hiding away in my room, curled up under my weighted blanket with a good book and a hot cup of tea, not freezing my ass off at a bonfire on the beach surrounded by strangers. Despite it being late August and technically still summer, the nights are significantly cooler than the days, which aren't very hot themselves. Thankfully it's not raining out. I would have turned down the offer to come had it been anyone other than the sweet, kind-hearted Angela who'd asked. But since I didn't, I'm stuck listening to the annoying, air-headed Mike Newton go on an over-exaggerated tangent about the time got caught sleeping in his math class in high school and received detention for it.

As I try my best to be attentive, I can't help but let my eyes drift around the large group of people that surround the area. It was only supposed to be a small gathering, and that's how it started out, but as it gets later, more and more people show up. I sigh, continuing to scan the crowd until my eyes land on a small group of guys standing nearby. Just by their appearance, I know who they are. Jessica made sure to inform me prior to arriving about the "weird" reservation kids who act like they run the area and would probably show up to stand watch like guard dogs. She and her friends had a lot to say about the four guys, none of it being particularly nice. I don't see the problem, though, because they have kept to themselves the whole time. They speak when spoken to, but other than that, they keep conversation amongst themselves. I find myself intrigued by the reserved strangers.

My gaze lingers a little too long because one of them looks up and our eyes lock. Instantly, a shiver runs down my spine, a sudden rush of warmth replacing the coldness I'm feeling. Something about him draws me in and pulls me towards him, yet I can't find the will to move. He's beautiful, in a boyish kind of way, wearing khaki shorts and a black cut-off T-shirt despite the chilled weather. He's the one to break the impromptu staring contest when one of his friends nudges his side and steals his attention. I'm a little disappointed when his rich brown eyes look away. I watch for a little longer as they share a few hushed words before all of their eyes shift to me. The extra attention forces me to finally divert mine away.

"Hey," I lean closer to speak to Angela, "I'll be back. I'm gonna take a walk down the beach."

"Okay." She nods, "Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No, it's okay. I won't be gone long."

I walk along the shore, kicking rocks until I get far enough away that the loud music and shouting sound like a soft murmur in the distance. I find a washed-up log and sit down, watching the waves crash against the shore before retreating. It's quiet and peaceful. I could probably fall asleep sitting here. The sound of a stick snapping behind me ruins that thought. Turning my head away from the water and towards the forest, I come face-to-face with the handsome boy.

"You shouldn't be wandering around out here by yourself. It's not safe." He speaks as he takes a hesitant step closer to me.

"I could say the same to you."

"Why did you leave your friends?" He asks, coming to take a seat on the log next to me, making sure to leave a little space between us.

"They are hardly my friends." I laugh dryly, staring back out at the water. "I didn't even want to come."

"Then why did you?" I shrug in response, not really having a reasonable answer to give. "I could give you a ride home if you want."

"I don't even know you." I chuckle. "Didn't you just lecture me about it not being safe to wander off out here alone, and now you're offering me a ride home. Talk about stranger danger. This is literally the plot and premise of every teen slasher film."

"It was hardly a lecture. More of a piece of valuable advice." He smiles, offering his hand to shake. "I'm Embry Call."

"Y/N Y/L/N." I reply, grabbing his hand. It's unbelievably warm yet comforting.

"Now we're not strangers. Want to take me up on my offer now?" He asks. "If not, you could always go back and ask that Newton kid to tell you another story to help pass the time."

"I would rather step on a Lego than listen to another one of his stories." I scoff. "But I should let Angela know I'm leaving first."

"Let's go then." He chuckles and stands up, waiting for me to rise to my feet before leading me back to the bonfire.

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The drive to my house seems to go by quickly. We make small talk here and there until the conversations eventually fizzle out completely and we fall into a comfortable silence. There's a weird tension that lingers in the air. Not a bad weird, just different. I want to know more about him but he's a little closed off. When we speak, it seems like he wants to let me in, he wants to talk to me, but something is stopping him from getting too deep. Despite that, he makes me feel at ease.

"We're here." he speaks softly, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for the ride." I reply, attempting to hide my disappointment with a smile. "And for not killing me." I tack on a joke for further convincing.

"No problem." He laughs as he opens his door to get out. He comes around to my side and opens my door for me, grabbing my hand gently to help me out of the truck. "I'll wait here until you get inside."

"Okay," I nod. "Will I see you around?"

"Maybe." He shrugs.

"Goodnight, Embry."

"Goodnight, Y/N." The way my name rolls off his tongue so soft and smooth sends a gentle shiver running through me. Every thought in my brain vanishes and it's only the sound of his voice playing over and over again like a broken record.

By the time I make it up to my room, I'm smiling hard and surely sporting flushed cheeks. I look out my window to check, and there he is, still waiting like he said. I wave down at him once we make eye contact. He smiles and waves back before climbing into the truck and reversing out of the driveway.

I go about my usual nightly routine before finally settling into bed. The smile that this mysterious boy has somehow managed to plant on my face has yet to disappear. I think back over our interactions throughout the night, and although they had been small and more than likely meaningless to him, they had me giggling and kicking my feet like a little schoolgirl. Figuratively, of course. Once I manage to calm myself down, I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, whispering a quick prayer that tonight was only the first and not the last time I would be seeing the handsome stranger.

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"That movie was awful." I scoff, walking with the rest of the group out of the theater.

"I thought it was awesome!" Mike exclaims.

"How? There was an unnecessary amount of blood and gore that did absolutely nothing for the plot, and the graphics were horrible."

"Woah there! Didn't know we had a professional movie critic on our hands." Mike jokes, receiving laughter from the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes as they begin gushing and raving about the action movie as we walk down the street. I fall back behind the group a bit, putting a little distance between me and them, but not too much that it's noticeable. Not that I think they would notice anyway. Despite having hung out with them numerous times since the bonfire two weeks ago, my friendship with them hasn't progressed at all. I just don't feel much of a connection with any of them, other than Angela.

"Hey, Y/N!" A call of my name pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up at Angela and her friends to find the source, only to see them looking back at me, confusion written on all of their faces. "Hey!" The masculine voice calls again from behind me, a little closer this time. I turn around this time, coming face-to-face with one of the guys from the bonfire, Embry and a couple of others not far behind.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"No, but I know you. I'm Jared Cameron." He offers me his hand to shake.

"Y/N Y/L/N." I shake his outstretched hand. The next one to introduce himself has short, curly hair and a boyish grin on his face.

"Quil Ateara. The fifth, but the greatest." He chuckles, shaking my hand. The last one steps up wearing a smug expression as he introduces himself.

"Paul Lahote." He smirks, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips. However, before he can make contact with my skin, he is stopped by Embry's stern voice.

"Enough, Paul." He orders to the snickering man.

"Hi, Embry." I redirect my attention to the boy who stands a few steps behind the others.

"Hey." He replies, our gazes locking briefly before he looks away.

"We're heading to a little restaurant down the street," Jared explains. "Wanna join?"

"Oh uh-" As I try to find the words to respond to his spontaneous offer, I'm interrupted by the voice of a female, that I have come to realize I am not the biggest fan of.

"Hey, Y/N. Who are your friends?" She asks, leaving me no time to respond before turning to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley." A chorus of 'hey's and 'hello's come from the group in response.

"We're heading home if you're ready." She directs her attention to me this time.

"Okay."

"We were actually offering her to join us for dinner," Quil states, presenting the offer Jared had extended to me just a few moments ago. "If she hasn't eaten yet."

"That's so kind of you." Jessica speaks with fake enthusiasm.

"Will you?" Jared questions, eyes trained on mine.

"Sure." I nod, turning to the group I had come with. "If that's okay with all of you."

"Go ahead." Angela is the one to step up and speak, a small but noticeable smile on her face. "Text me when you get home?"

A simple nod is all she needs before she grabs Jessica's hand and guides her back over to their group.

"Let's go," Paul speaks, throwing his arm over my shoulder as if we've known each other for years, and begins to lead me away. "I'm starving."

The restaurant we end up at is a cute, family-owned Italian place. It's cozy and welcoming, much like the rowdy group of boys who invited me to it.

"You have got to try the pizza," Quil leans in from his chair beside me to show me the options on the menu. "It's amazing."

"You think so?" I ask, amused by his never-ending enthusiasm.

"I know so." He winks, flashing me a toothy grin.

"The chicken alfredo is also really good." Jared adds from his seat on the other side of the table. I take their suggestions into consideration as I browse the menu.

"Everything looks and sounds delicious," I say, a sigh of defeat passing through my lips. "I don't know what to choose."

"We could order a couple plates of pasta and a few large pizzas to share. The portions are pretty big." Jared suggests.

"That's fine with me." I nod. "I'm still kind of full from the popcorn I ate at the theater so I won't be able to finish a full meal by myself."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Quil taps the tip of my nose with his index finger, forcing a giggle out of me at his antics. "Whatever you don't eat, I can gladly finish for you."

"Sounds like a plan then." I smile.

Once we finalize our decisions and put in our orders, we fall into easy conversation. A majority of it is Jared, Quil, and Paul bickering about random stuff or asking me questions. Despite their endless chatter, I can't help but let my mind linger on the quiet male sitting directly to my left. Before I can gather the courage to talk to Embry, Paul grabs my attention.

"How come you hang out with that Newton kid and his friends if you can't stand them?"

"Huh?" His question throws me off a bit.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't seem too thrilled when we saw you outside of the theater." He elaborates. "And you looked a little annoyed when that Jennifer girl butt in to our conversation."

"You mean Jessica?" I chuckle as I correct him.

"Yeah, her." He nods.

"I wouldn't say that I dislike them, necessarily." I shrug. "I just don't click with them well, I guess. Angela is cool, and Eric isn't too bad, but the others are just so...I don't know. Jessica has to always be the center of attention, and Mike is overly flirtatious and too handsy for me."

"Handsy?" Embry questions, addressing me for the first time since out intial greeting outside of the theater. "Has he touched you?"

"It's nothing bad," I assure him. "It's just little things like trying to hold my hand or mess with my hair. Just weirds me out a bit."

"He still shouldn't be trying to touch you without your permission." He grumbles. "Someone needs to put him in his place."

"It's fine." I shrug. "He's harmless, just doesn't understand boundaries." Before he can say anything else, the food arrives.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" The waitress asks after placing all of the food on the table. A chorus of "no's" and "no thank you's" float around the table. "Okay. Just call for me if you need me." As soon as she walks away, we all dig in.

"I am stuffed!" I exclaim after taking the last bite of pasta on my plate. There's still half a dish of pasta and a full pizza left on the table, but at the rate that the boys are eating, I'm positive it will be gone soon.

"You humans and your small appetites." Quil laughs around a mouth full of pizza. His comment earns him a harsh glare from the others.

"Humans?" I laugh at his strange words. "What are you, then? A dog." The table falls quiet as the four share a look before breaking out into nervous laughter. Ignoring their weird response, I change the subject.

"So, what is school like on the reservation?" I ask.

"Boring," Jared replies. "And a lot smaller than public schools."

"What do you do for fun?"

"We spend a lot of time hanging out with our friend Sam and his fiancee, Emily, at their place. It's our home away from home." He answers.

"Or going cliff jumping." Paul adds.

"Cliff jumping?" My eyes widen as I repeat the words back to him. "Is that even safe?"

"No, but it's fun as hell." Quil chuckles. "Gives you a huge adrenaline rush. You should come with us and give it a try some time."

"Absolutely not." Embry interjects, shutting down his suggestion before I can answer for myself. "She could get seriously injured, if she doesn't die from it."

"She'll be fine." Paul jumps in. "Jacob's little leech lover did it and survived."

"Barely." Embry scoffed. "Jacob had to pull her out and perform mouth-to-mouth on her."

"Well, it's a good thing she will be with us then." Paul responds cheekily. "What do you say, Y/N? I don't mind providing a little mouth-to-mouth if necessary."

"I'll pass."

"You should come hang out on the rez, then? At Sam and Emily's place." Jared suggests.

"I don't know." I shake my head. "I don't want to intrude. You seem like a really tight-knit group."

"It's fine." He waves me off. "You'll fit right in." A smug look flickers across his face, as if he knows something that I don't.

"Maybe, but not tonight. I need to get home soon."

"Of course." Jared nods. "Let's pay the bill and then we can head out."

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"Are you sure this is okay? They won't mind that I'm here?" I ask Quil as we make our way up the drive way toward Sam and Emily's house.

"Of course not." He gives me a reassuring smile. "We've told them all about you, and they are excited to meet you. Emily's happy to have another female to hang out with. Something about there being too much testosterone around here." He rolls his eyes laughing. "Word of advice though. Don't stare at Emily's face. It pisses Sam off."

"Noted." I nod as we walk up the steps.

"Honey, I'm home!" Quil shouts into the house as he throws the door open.

"Please leave." Paul deadpans.

"Hi! You must be Y/N." A woman greets warmly as she makes her way across the kitchen, making sure to smack Paul in the back of the head and telling him to be nice. "I'm Emily Young." She introduces herself as she pull me into a hug.

"Yes, I am." I nod smiling, reciprocating her hug. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Sam Uley." A man steps up next to her, greeting me as he does. "That's Seth and Leah Clearwater," He gestures to two other unfamiliar faces sitting at the kitchen table. "And you know the rest of the hooligans."

"Hooligans?" Jared scoffs. "I'll have you know that I am a very distinguished young man." He says as he adjusts his invisible tie.

"Yeah, maybe compared to a caveman." Paul retorts, causing Jared to retaliate by intiating a wrestling match in the small kitchen.

"Enough, you two." Sam barks, trying and failing to hide his amusement at their antics.

"Come sit." Emily turns to me, gently ushering me to the only empty chair at the table, which happens to be right next to Embry.

"Hey," He greets in a quiet whisper as I take a seat.

"Hey."

"Are you okay?" He questions, a look of concern on his features.

"Yeah," I nod. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem a little tense." He answers. "And they can be a lot sometimes, even for someone like me who has spent years dealing with them."

"I'm okay," I assure him with a smile. He simply nods before turning to finish his lunch as Emily sets a plate down in front of me.

"I'm not sure if you've eaten already but I saved a plate for you." She explains. "Food doesn't last long around here with all of these men so I made sure to put some aside when I heard you were coming."

"I'm starving, actually. I haven't eaten yet today." I reply. "Thank you!"

"You haven't eaten? Like, at all?" The boy named Seth asks from his spot opposite of me.

"No." I shake my head. "I was up late last night writing a paper for my English class and started working on it again as soon as I woke up. I guess I got a little too carried away and forgot to eat anything. But hey! At least I finished my paper. Four days early at that."

"You should still make sure you're eating properly though." Embry states.

"Of course." I nod in agreement. "It's a bad habit I've been trying to kick for years. Once I get locked in on something, it's hard to step away. My mom has lectured me, like, a million times about it."

"So it happens often, is what I'm hearing." Emily steps in, her mom voice making an appearance."

"More often then it should." I respond sheepishly.

"That settles it then." She shakes her head in disbelief. "I'm now making it my personal duty to make sure you are eating three full meals a day. Can't have you getting sick on us."

"You don't have to do that." I argue.

"I know I don't have to, but we take care of our own around here. I know you're new to the group, but I already consider you one of us." She explains, her tone leaving no room fro argument.

"Okay." A blush warms my cheeks as I finally begin to dig into my food.

"Embry." Sam calls his name from where he stands by the kitchen door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He responds with a nod before rising from his chair and following Sam outside. They are standing on the porch right outside the door, speaking in hushed whispers. As the conversation goes on, Embry seems to grow increasingly frustrated or angry, I assume by the expressions on his face. A few more words are shared between the two before Embry stomps off the porch and Sam returns to the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he enters. The others give him a questioning look, but all he does is shake his head in response.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asks, coming to sit at the table next to Emily.

"Nothing really." I shrug. "Planned on just hanging out at home and reading a book."

"Lame!" Quil and Jared shout simultaneously.

"I'm hosting a bonfire tonight if you would like to join."

"Please do!" Emily almost begs. "You can meet the other girls as well. Kim and Rachel, Jared's and Paul's girlfriends."

"Sure," I nod. "Why not?"

"Perfect!" She smiles. "Would you like to run into town with me? I need to grab some groceries for the barbeque."

"Of course. I don't have anything else to do."

"Let me go grab my purse."

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"Hey, Emily. Can I ask you something?" I ask as we walk down another aisle to grab the things she needs.

"Ask away."

"Does Embry not like me or something?" I question. "Like, did I do something wrong? Or offend him in some way?"

"Of course not." She shakes her head at my words. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know." I shrug, nervously fidgeting with the loose threads on my sweater. "He just seems closed off when I'm around. I just thought maybe it was something I did."

"That's just Embry." She reassures me. "He's always been more of an introvert compared to the other guys."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive." She stops walking and turns to face me. "Don't read too much into it. Just give him time. He'll come around." I nod in response, choosing to trust her words and expel those negative thoughts from my head. "Now come on, we only have a few more things to grab and I'm afraid those bozos might destroy the house if they are left alone too long." She giggles as she begins walking again, me following close behind.

When we return to the house, the guys are horsing around outside, as Emily and I head to the kitchen to put everything away. Once all of the groceries are in their rightful place, she begins to prep what will be needed for dinner.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"No, I got it, but thanks." She politely declines. "Why don't you head outside. Or you can hang out in the living room and watch some TV. Whatever you want to do."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

I begin to make my way towards the door to go outside when I notice Embry sitting on the couch by himself. I hesitate briefly before making up my mind and stepping towards the living room instead.

"Hi, Embry." I speak softly, as not to startle him.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets, glancing at me over his shoulder and then turning his attention back towards the TV.

"What're watching?"

"Nothing, really. Just flipping through channels to see if anything good is on. So far, I've found nothing." He shrugs.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, I don't mind." He scoots over to make room on the couch. We fall into a tense silence as he continues to flip through channels before he finally settles on a true crime show.

"Are you excited for the bonfire?" He asks, finally breaking the silence and turning his head to look at me, our gazes interlocking.

"Yeah, actually. I am." I reply, smiling. This is the first time we've had an actual conversation together since the one we had on the night we met and I can't help but feel giddy about it.

"Good." He nods, he lifts one of his hands to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Oh, uh, thank you." I can feel my cheeks heat up instantly. "You do, too. Look handsome, I mean. Not beautiful. Not that you aren't beautiful, I just-" I blush harder as I stumble over my words.

"Thank you." He interrupts, chuckling softly.

Our conversation dies out as we stare into each other's eyes. However, the silence this time is much more comfortable. Without realizing it, we had begun to lean into each other. So close that our noses are almost touching.

"Can I-" Embry begins to speak but is cut off as Sam's voice carries through from the kitchen.

"Embry, come out. I need your help gathering the fire wood."

"Okay, be right there." He replies, backing away. "I'll talk to you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay. Yeah." I nod, another blush dusting my cheeks as I start to think about what would have happened if Sam hadn't come in.

Embry then gets up from his spot beside me, leaving me with a soft smile and following Sam out the door.

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The bonfire burns brightly, providing some warmth against the chilly night air. I sit with the other girls, talking and laughing as the guys kick around a soccer ball off to the side. Just like Emily, Kim and Rachel are kind and inviting, making it easy to fall into comfortable conversation. Even Leah, despite her quiet nature.

"So, you and Embry, huh?" Rachel nudges my side gently with her elbow, wiggling her eyebrow suggestively.

"What about me and Embry?" I ask confused.

"Are y'all, like, a thing?" Kim is the one to ask the question.

"Oh, no. Definitely not." I shake my head, laughing at the incredulousness of the idea. "If you haven't noticed, he barely speaks to me."

"Which is kind of crazy to me because the guy can barely keep his eyes off of you." Rachel says.

"Right!" Kim exclaims. "Glad I'm not the only one who noticed."

"You're seeing things." I argue.

"But you like him though, don't you?" Leah asks.

"Would you think I'm crazy if I said yes?" I bite my lip nervously. "He. doesn't even give me the time if day. Today was the first time we've held a conversation that was longer than three words since the night we met, but I can't help but be drawn to him. Like some kind of invisible string is keeping me tied to him. I sound weird and obsessive, don't I?" I sigh, feeling embarrassed at my admission.

"Not at all." Emily smiles, providing me with some comfort. "Like I said earlier, just give him a little time."

"You should-" Before Rachel can finish what she is going to say, they sound of men arguing grabs all of our attention.

"I said back off, Paul!" Embry shouts angrily at his friend.

Paul laughs menacingly. "Oh yeah? Or what?"

Embry lets out what I can only describe as a deep growl as his body begins to shake in anger.

"Careful there, Call." He says mockingly. "Don't want to lose your cool in front of your girlfriend." Those words seem to be the final trigger, because on my next breath, Embry's clothes shred to pieces as he turns into a giant wolf.

All of the air leaves my lungs as the scene unfolds. Paul is next, shifting into a massive beast in the blink of an eye, right as Embry lunges for him. The two begin to fight, large jaws snapping at each other as they roll on the ground.

"What the actual fuck?" I whisper as I finally catch my breath.

"Leah, Emily." Sam calls. "Get her inside." As soon as the words leave his mouth, a black wolf, larger than the other two, takes the place where his once human form stood. The others soon follow, beginning to chase after the two who have now managed to tumble into the forest.

"Can someone please explain to me what the hell just happened?" I gasp out as we make our way into the living room.

"It's not really our place to say, but Sam can as soon as he gets back." Emily places a comforting yet firm hand on my shoulder, forcing me to take a seat on the couch.

"They're not gonna kill each other, are they?" The horrifying thought leaves my lips before I can stop it.

"No," Rachel shakes her head. "They'll be fine. This actually happens quite often."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I look at her as if she is insane."

"Sam will calm them down, and then they will all return safely. Not scratch or bruise in sight." Kim explains. I nod, taking a deep breath.

"So they're werewolves?"

"We prefer the term 'Shifter'." Leah states.

"Can all of you do that?"

"Nope. Just me and the guys."

"You're the only female that can turn into a wolf?"

"The only one known." She nods.

"Okay." I nod, trying to process the new found information. "Wow! This is a lot to take in."

"You're handling it pretty well, though." Kim giggles. "I half expected you to run off screaming."

We sit waiting for about ten minutes, them answering the questions they are allowed to answer, before the door swings open. Jared, Quil, and Seth walk into the house, Sam, Paul, and Embry moments after.

"Sorry about that, Y/N." Paul laughs as he throws himself down on the floor in front of where Rachel sits.

"No problem." I respond before turning my attention towards Sam.

"I'm sure you have a few questions."

"That's the understatement of the century." Sam chuckles at my response as he begins to explain everything. Their history, abilities, what causes the first shift, what triggers every shift after, how they control it. He goes on for what feels like half an hour until he feels that he has covered everything.

"Now that that is out of the way, there is one more thing you must know, but it's best if you and Embry discuss that privately."

"Um...okay?" I turn to look at Embry, who is still standing next to the door.

"Can I give you a ride home?" He asks. "I'll explain on the way there."

"Sure." I nod, standing from the couch. "Thanks for inviting me. Despite all of the chaos, I really enjoyed spending time with you all."

"Of course, Y/N." Sam smiles gently. "You're welcome any time."

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The first ten minutes of the twenty-minute drive pass in silence. Neither of us willing to break it, but eventually I speak, not being able to stand the tension anymore.

"Embry?" I call his name softly, my voice coming out as almost a whisper. "There was something you wanted to tell me."

"'Want' isn't exactly the word I would use, but I don't really have a choice." He sighs heavily. "For starters, I want to apologize. I didn't want to drag you into this. I tried to keep my distance, but my friends were hellbent on playing matchmakers. If it had been up to me, tonight wouldn't have ever happened."

"Oh." His words trigger an ache in my chest.

"It's not that there is anything wrong with you. You're great, actually. It's just that I didn't want to bring you into my world because it's too dangerous for you."

"Dangerous? How? What does any of this have to do with me?"

"That leads to my next point. There is this thing that us Shifters do. It's called imprinting." He explains as he slows the car down before pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car in park.

"Imprinting?" I ask as he turns to me, eyes locking onto mine.

"Yeah. In looser terms, it's kind of like finding our soulmate. The one person we are destined to be with. When we find our imprint, they instantly become the one thing in this world that we would do anything for. We will become anything they want or need us to be. A protector, a friend, a lover. They become the center of our whole world. The gravity that holds us to the Earth. Everything and everyone in our lives suddenly comes second to them."

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes," He nods, responding before I can finish my sentence as if he had read my mind. "That night we first met, on the beach in La Push, I imprinted on you. It's not something we can control, it just happens. We don't choose who we imprint on. The moment I looked into your eyes, my fate was sealed."

"Is that why you avoided me? Did you want it to be someone else?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I was avoiding you because bringing you into all of this is dangerous. There are other supernatural beings that exist, and just you breathing puts you in danger because of the connection we have."

"Other supernatural beings? Like what?"

"Vampires. Those are our biggest enemies and what triggered out phases."

"Vampires," I mutter his words back to him in disbelief. "Here in Forks?" He nods in response.

"So if you don't have control over the bond, what would happen if I didn't want it?" I question. "Not saying that I don't, just asking." I quickly explain.

"You could reject it, but it wouldn't be easy. For either of us. The longer we spend apart, the more it will begin to hurt. Not just emotionally but physically too. We would both grow weaker, and it would affect my shifting and other abilities."

"Wow."

"And I'm not saying that to scare you at all, just answering your question honestly."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"What do you want it to mean? Like I said, you are now my sole purpose of living. Your safety and well-being, your life, are now my greatest priority. I will be whatever you need me to be."

"Okay. So, if I wanted to pursue something romantically, would you only be doing it because you have to? Because I actually really like you. Like a lot. But I don't want to force you into anything that you don't actually want."

"I like you, too. And I'm not just saying that because of the bond. I do genuinely mean that. I know it didn't seem like it because of how I acted and how I treated you, but the more time I've spent around you, the more my feelings have grown. My feelings for you are real, they are just amplified by the connection we have."

"Okay."

"Is that want you want?" He asks. "To pursue this romantically?"

"Maybe." I shrug. "Do you?"

"I would like that." He smiles softly.

"Me too." I return with a smile of my own, subconsciously leaning closer to him. "We should probably take it slow though."

"Definitely." He responds, moving in more. Our noses brush gently as he speaks. "Would you be mad if I kissed you? Right now."

I shake my head at his question. "I think I would be more mad if you didn't"

That's all that needs to be said before he leans in the rest of the way and molds his lips softly to mine. Butterflies erupt in my stomach instantly. My body feels like it's on fire, but in a good way. His hand finds my cheek, angling me to deepen the kiss as both of mine find the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Once we both run out of breath, he pulls back, pecking my lips a few more times.

"I should probably get you home." He whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

"Yeah, you probably should." I whisper back, brushing my lips against his softly. He groans softly, caving in and kissing me hard.

"Okay." He moves away to settle back into his seat. "For real, I need to get you home."

"Sorry." I blush.

"Don't apologize." He says. "I didn't mind at all. And now that I've gotten a taste of what its like to kiss you, I don't ever want to stop, but we've been sitting here for a while out in the middle of nowhere."

"You're right. Let's go."

The rest of the drive is spent with light conversation and giddy smiles shared between the two of us. He keeps my hand interlocked with his the whole time and places light pecks against the back of it every now and then. We finally make it to my house, much to my disappointment. Embry, being the gentleman he is, walks me to the door.

"I guess this is goodnight, then." He says, hands still holding mine tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be." He quirks an eyebrow at the insinuation behind my words. "Do you want to come in?"

"I shouldn't." He shakes his head, releasing one of my hands so I can unlock my front door.

"But I think you should." I open the door, tugging on his hand as I step inside. I watch as he battles with whether he should decline or give in. I wait patiently as he makes his decision.

"Fuck it!" He finally says before diving in for a kiss, kicking the door closed behind us as we stumble into the house.

[priyajoyy]

Rough waters

Literally what is that name?

Clarisse la rue x mermaid!fem!reader

Very certain the perspectives makes sense, but may not.

It switches between what reader and what Clarisse are thinking and doing but is always in readers perspective, if parts are wrong, don’t be afraid to let me know.

Sorry about the ending I think it’s kinda shit.

Warnings:

Mentions of past trauma, protective siblings, eventually protective!Clarisse, poor writing, drowning, cannon typical violence, Clarisse isn’t toxic to reader for once 🥰����, implied nudity (the mermaids become human at one point and don’t really have clothing but it’s normal to them, they don’t expect any humans to actually see them and I’m not describing anything), mentions of anxiety and loneliness

Clarisse knew there were plenty of mythical creatures living in the forest and waters surrounding camp halfblood, but she had never realised the lake also habituated mermaids, and especially not pretty ones…

Clarisse hadn’t properly seen all of the creatures in the forest surrounding camp half blood drying her stay, mainly because a lot wouldn’t be very favourable to half bloods invading their space.

But she believed she at least knew of most of the other inhabitants of the camp, Chiron made sure to make all the campers aware of which to avoid and which would be keeping and eye on them and stopping them from misbehaving, so she assumed he wouldn’t miss any out.

It wasn’t till the middle of summer she learnt that mermaids lived in the camp lake, hiding away from the halfbloods and only surfacing when they knew nobody was about.

It had been hot the day she’s first seen them, she noticed someone swimming near the rocks while they were meant to be training.

Clarisses younger sister had gone to the toilet half an hour ago and hadn’t been seen since and she thought that it must be her in the waters, skiving to have fun instead of her punishment for their recent loss in capture the flag.

She stormed over towards the figure, expecting her sister to appear clearer as she got closer, only to realise it wasn’t her sister at all, and this person didn’t appear to have legs.

She watched from afar at first, listening and looking to see if she could approach any further.

She had seen you, laying by the side of the beach, your tail laid in the water while the top half of you lounged in the sun on the rock side.

Your eyes were shut, sun bathing and relaxing while what looked like your brother, sat on the rock to your side, watching over the lot of you.

Your sisters were through the bushes, chatting and dancing around, their tails now gone and replaced with legs, and carrying them through the small area of forest they dared venture in.

She watched you for a while, standing hidden behind the trees, looking at your face which rested on your hands and shifted every-once in a while, watching your tail flicker and flow around in the water.

She wasn’t sure how long she was there, observing and waiting for you to do something, but she was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard your sister shouting your name. Waking you up and telling you that they were all leaving.

“Come on y/n” your brother told you as you woke up, “we’re going back”

“I’ll stay a little longer” you responded in a mumble groggily, resting your head back down on your arms again and turning away from your siblings.

Your sister dived into the water then, swimming back up to the surface to splash you with water, laughing, “come on, you’ve done enough sunbathing for today”

You splashed your tail in the water in response, hitting her with water and causing her to swim backwards and grumble.

“I don’t want to, I’ll leave later” you responded rolling your eyes and then closing them.

“We’re not leaving you out here alone” your brother stated simply, raising his eyebrows at you as you ignored him.

“I’ll be fine, promise” you stated, before pushing yourself up and around to face him in annoyance, “I swear, I’ll be fine, I’m sitting by the water, if anyone comes by I can just swim off”

Clarisse knew then it would be a bad idea to try talk to you. But she couldn’t help but want to, she hadn’t felt this way about anyone before, especially not by just looking at them.

She thought about it, and she wondered if maybe it was because you were a mermaid, like how the Aphrodite girls could make people fall in love with them with their charmspeak, perhaps you had a natural version of that?

She had heard of sirens before, tempting people to their deaths with their voices, making people fall so deeply in love with them they loose their senses.

Perhaps you were one of those. Well perhaps not a siren, while there were some dangerous creatures when provoked in the forest, Chiron would never allow sirens to lure campers to their deaths.

But a mermaid that made people fall in love with them? She supposed that made sense.

Yes, that had to be it, it was the only reason why she felt so compelled to watch you, to have the need to speak, to you to kiss you.

“Honest, I’ll be fine” you reassured again, one of the girls in the water, rolling their eyes and finally swimming off.

“Scream if you need help” the boy said in full seriousness, causing you to laugh at his behaviour.

“Oh stop being so dramatic” your sister spoke laughing, giving you a quick grin and diving into the lake.

“I will” you responded as you turned back around to go back to resting, ignoring your brothers overprotectiveness and letting him swim off.

You knew he had reason to be worried, all of you had a distaste for humans and halfbloods, but he knew you particularly had a big fear of them.

You had good reason to be, humans could be cruel, halfbloods in particular, some of them were bitter and hateful, their parents habits reflecting on children they hardly raised.

You’d experienced this cruelty first hand, and ever since, your siblings had been more protective over you, especially when you ventured to the shores of the lake you lived in.

Of course, not all halfbloods were like this, but it didn’t make you any less cautious, hiding in the hidden parts of the shore and avoiding them like the plague.

The only time you voluntarily spent time near halfbloods was when you were trying to save them. Being the one out of your siblings that tended to save the younger children from drowning the most.

You found when they couldn’t breathe, they were much nicer to be around.

You had calmed down again on your rock, relaxing under the sun on such a nice day, you stayed still there for quite a while before you heard a noise.

Clarisse hadn’t meant to step on anything, infact she was normally quite agile.

She had deciding to leave, realising it was beyond creepy that she had been staring at you in silence for as long as she had and that her siblings would be waiting for her, but stepped on a twig as she took her first step.

You jumped up quickly, turning to look around you in fear, noticing her in the trees, frozen with a pained expression on her face.

You went to jump away, flinching as she turned to face you beginning to apologise.

“W-wait stop, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that” Clarisse stuttered out, she didn’t know what was wrong with her, she never stuttered.

“I swear I’m not gonna hurt you…I just saw you in the distance and decided to see who was by the lake during training.

Against your better judgement, you stayed for a moment, watching and listening to her with wide eyes.

Clarisse could tell you were scared, despite the warmth you shook, and your hands clenched together onto one rock.

“I didn’t mean to scare you” Clarisse gently told you, “my names Clarisse…what’s your name?”

“I know what your name is” you mumbled, watching the girl like a hawk.

“You do?”

“You make the children do pushups by the lake” you stated quietly like it was obvious as to why she knew of you.

She looked confused at that, how many things must you have seen and she didn’t even know you were there for.

“You were there last week too” you told her, “you screamed”

Clarisse certainly didn’t need help to work out what the girl meant, everyone in camp had heard her scream, and everyone had been receiving the brunt of her anger since her spear had been broken by the new son of Poseidon.

After a long pause, you finally told her your name, Clarisse could tell you had relaxed a little, inching back to where you had originally sat rather than the edge of the rock as far as you could get from her.

You both chatted for a while, Clarisse with lots of questions and explanations, and you with short answers that slowly got a little longer.

You opened up as the time went on, still cautious but somewhat excited to have a friend that wasn’t one of your brothers or sisters.

Eventually you both decide it was time for you to go, both needing to get back to your siblings waiting on you, but Clarisse, not wanting to never see you again after this point, asked to meet again the next day.

Neither of you told anyone about your daily meet ups, you knew your siblings wouldn’t approve, stopping you from going up to the surface for a long time.

Clarisse knew she’d never tell anyone else, word would reach everyone in camp about a family of mermaids living in the lake in a matter of hours.

She also knew you had a large fear of other people. It was clear something had happened to you, and she had a feeling it had something to do with the camper that washed up to shore last summer.

She’d not gotten specifics from you, she always tried not to push you too far but she was so curious. She just put two and two together. The boy was horrid, rude to girls and she even had a couple of her younger sisters complain to her about him in the past, he wasn’t exactly missed by anyone when they found out he had drowned.

Of course she didn’t think you had done anything to him, not intentionally at least. you didn’t seem like you could even touch a half blood without trying to swim as far as you could.

However after observing your siblings around you for only a few minutes, she got the feeling they could certainly have been apart of it.

She knew she couldn’t let any of them know about you, they’d only hurt you and then all the progress you’d both made on her fear of half bloods would be for nothing.

So they continued to meet up on the daily. Sometimes you would wait until your siblings had left to transform your tail into legs, and meet with Clarisse slightly deeper into the woods.

Other times, she’d meet you by the shore, sneaking away after dinner and before bed, even letting you teach her how to swim.

It was a perfect summer, and it certainly helped Clarisse with dealing with the arrival and quick departure of Percy Jackson. And you with your loneliness and anxiety.

Now you just had to tell your siblings…

Ending is kinda shit but I didn’t know how to end it lol, Let me know if you’d like a part 2!! Feel like I have some more ideas but I have a series in the works so may focus on that instead

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@slaggylemon @yourmom-25s-blog

[mscherub]

Hello again, I’m the one that requested belly pooch and your writing is SCRUMPTIOUS so it’s worth the wait.

And don’t worry about taking too long life happens :3

I’ve also realized I forgor to give you my nickname 💀 but could I be 🌒?

With that out of the way could I request Third years with a reader who doesn’t like people behind/too close to them? Platonic or Romantic is fine ❤︎

For example whenever they’re in line with them for anything (cafeteria) reader kinda steps to the side or faces them so their back is towards a wall/open space and whenever they’re in crowds reader prefers to hurry to where they’re trying to go because it feels like the people are breathing down their neck?

As always thank you in advance and don’t stress yourself :D

A/N: HEYY AGAIN <3

Ofc! Ur nickname is now 🌒! LOVELY!!! And also ur so sweet, crying rn 🥲

Gonna send u flowers and hugs 😔

And I just wanna say sorry for being so busy AGAIN. Like…I got sick and took a detox from internet, then I had to make up a lot of work, then I had a whole thing with friends, then a trip to Washington DC which I’m still on while writing this—

(Eating out at the Hard Rock Cafe currently…took forever for food smh)

SHORT SHORT FICS TODAY GUYS! I love u all tho for dealing with me. Hugs and BIG BIG BOUQUETS OF FLOWERS!

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect or Y/N

Characters: Third Years (aka, all the guys I need to write for more, uhhh, hah…)

Tags: platonic or romantic, sneaking up on reader, silent understandings, probs not my best writing 😔

Warnings:

potentially a sensitive topic

Swearing

Not proofread all the way…

<3 <3 <3 <3

Trey:

I feel like Trey would be a big shoulder toucher, like…you know those people who always put a hand on your shoulder or pat your back and say you did a good job? Yea, Trey does that all the time to everyone

He notices that you don’t like it though, it’s not hard to see, and he watches how you tend to keep people within your line of sight

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“Ace…you have to. You know what…you’re a lost cause.” You mumble. Tutoring the group is not easy, especially with Ace who seems to love to complain about everything and anything that doesn’t make sense or is “too hard.” Also, studying at Heartslabyul was a feat of its own…

“Well you’re just not teaching us right so…” he huffs. He puts a hand up and waves it indifferently, rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone.

A hand finds its way onto your shoulder and you whip around, of course accompanied by the jump of surprise. Trey stands frozen for a moment, slightly surprised at the small outburst and he retracts his hand. “Sorry…you ok?”

You give a curt nod, adjusting in your seat to face him properly while also trying to keep the first years within range and clear your throat. “I’m good…you just scared me…”

“I can tell…” He sighs. “You sure?”

“Mhmm…sorry. I just don’t like being surprised like that…you know.” You mumble, staying frozen in place.

“Oh. Ok. No, it’s ok. I got it.” Trey nods and smiles. It’s a warm one, like usual, but it’s laced with a sense of understanding.

He moves from behind your chair and instead goes behind Ace, plucking his phone right up and smirking down at him. “Study.”

Cater:

I imagine Cater to be a touchy type of person, not in a weird way though

Just sitting close to someone, leaning his head on their shoulder, basics, and it makes for a good photo opportunity too

He’s kinda sad when he sees you scooting away from his attempts. Thinks you don’t like him, poor cay-cay 😔

But he eventually catches on and understands. Ok, no probs, then.

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“Prefect!” Cater beams, coming up to you in the hallway as you were trying to make a mad dash for the classroom so you could sit and get recouped. “Ahh! You look great! I mean you always do, but let’s take a pic! For magicam! Cmooonnnnn, help lil ol’ cay-kun here!”

He slings his arm around your shoulder and leans his cheek against yours, humming happily to himself as he rubs up against you with a giddy smile before he goes to click the button. Photos are fine, but geez was he touchy. You take the initiative and move out of his half embrace and smooth out your clothes in a nervous gesture.

“Huh? Heyyy, what’d I do?” Cater quirks a brow and lowers his phone. His smirk falters and it falls quickly, replaced by a solemn look.

“Less touchy would be nice…and don’t scare me like that…” you mumble

He thinks for a moment before nodding quickly to your words. “Got it…but can we still get a pic for my magicam? Cmonnnnnn Y/N?” He pouts.

“In a less crowded place…please.”

“Of course!” He almost grabs your arm, but he stops and instead motions with his hand to further down the hall where it’s less crowded.

“Now pose and say cheese!!”

Leona:

He isn’t super big on touch…but sneaking up

He doesn’t mean it

Another shoulder toucher, but worse. Grips your shoulder tight and kinda moves you so you look at him.

Also finds the attention on him all the time something nice

Though, he does have respect and he gets why you do it. He’ll respect that and he’ll refrain from doing it

Remembers that fact about you better than most, actually

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“Jack…is this…no this is right.” You nod, scribbling down a few more notes before shutting your notebook and nodding. “Thank you. Ace and Deuce were busy…Epel was, too, same with Sebek. You’re a big help.”

“Mhm. If you ever need any other notes just ask…” His tail sways behind him gently and you give him a small soft smile. You just needed some notes since you didn’t get all of them during Trein’s class period. Grim was complaining in a hushed tone the whole time and kept pulling your attention back to him when you tried to focus it on the lecture. Clearly it was a failed attempt.

“Alright. That’s it then. I’m gonna go.” The chair squeaks against the floor as you push out and grab your items as you stand. You adjust them in your arms and walk towards the exit, but before you can a hand grips your shoulder and turns you to half face him.

“Herbivore, when did you get here? Thought I’d say hi.” He mumbles out while yawning.

You scramble out from under his heavy touch and roll your shoulders in turn. “Uh…hi…” you turn your whole body to face him.

He quirks an eyebrow at your action, his tail flicking behind him in interest. “You good?”

“Uh. Yea. Just…don’t surprise me like that again…I don’t like it. Sorry.”

“No. I got it. It’s fine.” He shows no sign of anything else. “You leaving?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Do you wanna be walked out?” He offers.

It sounded nice. You didn’t really want to have that alien feeling while being watched. “If you’re not busy?”

“I’m not. Cmon…”

Vil:

If Vil sneaks up on you somehow I don’t even know how. His heels should be enough to tell you how far behind he is from you

He’s not super touchy himself, but if he’s comfortable he’ll do a few fixes with your uniform, hair, or makeup if you wear any if it’s bothering him (it’s for your best of interest that he helps you out…)

He knows how to respect boundaries well. He also knows good ways to help you clam down. Why does he know that? Don’t tell him that you don’t think he gets stressed…he just looks fabulous while doing so…

And all your attention on him while he speaks? It’s nothing new for him, but coming from you, it’s nice

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You were caught…again. So what your uniform was a little off? You were in a rush!

“I’m not quite fond of how you present yourself, sweet potato. Just forgetting to button up one can make you look sloppy.” His fingers fix your dress shirt swiftly with his usual motions of elegance.

“I…I can fix it myself.” You mumble as you gently push his hands away from you. He’s stunned. You look around and see the halls start to flood again and you quickly brush his presence off and you begin to walk to your next class.

Vil isn’t one to be ignored, so out of worry and curiosity as to why you left abruptly, he followed in suit.

“And being ignorant is another thing…” he huffs, his heels clicking as he matches pace with you rather quickly. How could he— you know what, never mind.

“Sorry, I just don’t want you touching me and I need to…get to class.”

He shuts up for a while, simply observing you and your expressions. He clears his throat. “Sorry. Let me…finish walking you to class. Maybe later you could come have a skin care night with me…if you’d like? You could apply the products yourself if you’d like that. And it would be a good way to relieve stress. Think about it, Prefect.” His hand hesitates to rest on your upper back before he schools himself and pulls it away.

“Is that a plausible thing? You seem like you need one.”

“I can consider it…”

Rook:

…

He pops up outa nowhere

Will scare you. Multiple times

It’s just a Rook thing, but Rook isn’t an uncouth man who doesn’t know how to respect boundaries of others, no (well—)

If you’re feeling rather uncomfortable then he’ll even offer to keep you safe.

Likes how you gaze at him while talking. (He’s weird <3)

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“Bonjour!” His boisterous voice pipes up from behind you and you swear you felt your soul leave your body. Your head whips around and you see the blonde bob waving around. Rooks arms are open wide and he smiles down at you…and it looks ominous, but it’s Rook…

“You looks magnifique! Ahh, how beautiful your eyes are!” He takes a step forward and gently fixes a strand of your hair, smirking and narrowing his eyes.

“Hey! I’d…prefer not…” you mumble, backing away. You glare at him, your shoulders tense with building stress. You could trust him…to an extent, but he was always quirky no matter what. And you still didn’t want him so— so up and personal!

“Hmm? Why of course…apologies, mon Trickster, I did not realize.” He fixes his posture and still holds his smile, though his eyes soften. “Your beauty was too much to simply ignore.” He nods and then his smile softens.

“If you ever feel as if a moment may be too stressful, I’m simply a call away, you know?”

“Oh…ok.”

“Of course!” He chuckles before walking off…

Idia:

Bro will not be touching you, RESPECTFULLY

He doesn’t prefer touch

Also he won’t really sneak up on you, if he does he doesn’t mean it

He finds it a bit awkward how you always watch him so closely while talking to him, but you know what, at least your there with him

He gets it though, what you do, he can relate big time. Just chill with him and he’s fine. He can trust you…somewhat

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The game you two were playing illuminates the room from off of the screen, button smashing coming from the both of you.

“I don’t,” Idia pauses to take a drink of whatever he decided to have that day, “get how you get along with everyone. I’d feel like I’d be made fun of…” he sighs, pursing his lips as he focuses in on the game.

“I…really don’t. I don’t like being around people for too long…or often. I also don’t like people behind me cause it just puts me off. Makes it feel like people are watching me and breathing down my neck…” you sigh, sticking your tongue out as you lock in.

“Oh.” Idia shrugs. “So, kinda same as me? K…well, still, you’re better at it than me. Fighting it. You don’t show any signs sometimes. Of being stressed I mean.”

Sun flashes across the screen and he glances over at you. “My room is always open for a…breather for you.” He looks away, blush coating his cheeks at the simple admission. “So come here to like…wind down if need be.”

“That’s…nice. Thanks. Two people alike should stick together, huh?”

“Don’t make it sound weird…”

Malleus:

He minds his hands. He’s been taught that like his whole life

And sneaking up…well…he definitely doesn’t mean it. His popping up at night is random and spooky…but u know what, we love mal!!

He loves the attention even if you do it out of nervousness

He’ll also try to make you at ease, though his methods aren’t always the best

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“Grim! Wait— that damn…never mind.” He rushed in ahead of you into ramshackle before he could make sense of what you even said. He also leaves the door open haphazardly without a care. How unserious was he?

“Hello—“

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You jump and scramble to turn around, almost dropping your heavy textbooks and notebooks.

Malleus stands there wide eyed as he watches your labored and stressed breathing. “I…apologize.”

“No! It’s…fine. You just…ahhh…ok, you scared me. Bad.” You mumble, shaking your head and keeping a watchful eye on him. “Don’t pop up like that…refrain from doing so…sorry. I’m just…you scared me so bad…”

“I understand.” He nods and puts a hand to his chin, deep diving into your words and marking them down in his mind. “I apologize again.”

“It’s fine.”

“I simply wanted to ask if you’d like to take a walk with me tonight? Away from prying eyes and I’d ensure your safety always, child of man.” He smiles. His voice is deep and sensual, his way of an apology.

“I can…tag along for a bit.”

“Then let us go, child of man.”

Lilia:

Bros main thing is to scare people so…good luck

Jump scares! Sneaking in the shadows and making it feel like you’re being watch because you actually are!

He’s a walking nightmare

Notices your demeanor, though, and he’ll try to be mindful. He is just an old fae that wants to have fun 😔

He likes you, though, and he’ll make sure you’re comfortable above anything else, even while being cheeky

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You’re already paranoid from an incident that happened earlier and you’re not looking for something else to add onto the mental stress of this anxiety. You just want to get back to your dorm and take a well deserved breather, HAH! No.

Slipping from the tree above as you walk up the pathway, Lilia moves to hang upside down and jump scares you.

“Boo!”

You let out a strangled yelp and stumble back.

“Oh? Fu, fu, fu. I scared you quite a bit, no?” Lilia chuckles and lands on his feet before strolling over. He notices you, looking a little more shaken than how other people would be when he scared them, and his caring instincts kick in. “Are you ok?”

“Fine.” You spit out, clearing your throat and looking around. “Sorry…you just. Don’t do that again…please. I know it’s your whole thing but…just please.” You mutter out, holding your items to your chest.

He reaches out to pat your shoulder but you shy away from his touch. All he has to offer is an apology.

“I’m deeply sorry…I did not know, Prefect. Say, how would you like I keep a watchful eye on you when I can. I believe that’s what I can do to pay you back.” He smiles again.

It puts you oddly at ease and you nod, sighing out and letting your shoulders relax.

Let’s ignore how this took me about two weeks to poorly write out. I’m tired y’all. I love u guyssss for being so so so so so so so appreciative of my writing and it makes me so happy ❤️

Kisses and hugs and AHH, I just love yall

Master List

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Okayokayokay so I was thinking smth like you're a friend of bams who gets dragged along with most of his adventures which leads to you meeting ville and he just. Instantly is like 'that ones mine, when do you want to move to Helsinki with me' kinda similar to yr bam x model!reader fic iykwim?

Love You To Death

Having Bam Margera as a friend also means you get dragged along on whatever project he’s working on, most recently leading you to Finland, where you would get caught up in something you couldn’t even imagine.

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader (slight Bam Margera X Ville Valo if you squint?)

(Angst, fluff)

3.2k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, smoking, manipulation, power imbalance, fighting, toxic relationships

An: Thank you so much for your request! I always love writing for kind of messed up relationships such as this one and would be happy to do a sequel! This is my first time writing a Ville centric fic so lmk what you think! Thank you for the request and please keep sending them!

Being a part of Bam’s crew and following him around everywhere only served to reinforce one fact: you were nobody special. He always claimed that your little group was a package deal, but who was the one always always getting followed by cameras and reporters? Certainly not you, or Ryan, or god forbid Novak. Bam was getting all the product deals, all the interviews, all the chicks. It was no wonder that after years of watching from the sidelines, you were a little jealous. But while you were filming together, you usually tried to push that aside.

“He’s, like- the Elvis of Finland, Y/N!” You were flying out to Europe to film this music video, and Bam had been excitedly gushing about something or other the whole time- this rock star he wanted to introduce you to, but you were pretty clearly not paying much attention. “Chicks pass out when he walks down the street! They’re, like- my favorite band.” Yeah, because if Bam’s a fan of something, that means it’s good. You nodded, sitting back in your economy class seats while you tuned him out.

It was the dead of winter, so Helsinki-Vantaa was completely decked out in Christmas decorations as you touched down, making the whole airport glow amber in the dark blue night- what a sight to wake up to.

☆彡

Half asleep, you were still blinking awake as you arrived at a dim, seedy looking rock club in the center of the city- some place called Tavastia. The bouncers outside took one look at Bam and quickly ushered you guys over to this side entrance, giving him his usual celebrity treatment. Following him to where the band was hanging out backstage, you had to do a double take when you saw that tall stranger sprawled out on the couch, idly smoking his cigarette with half lidded eyes. His eyes flicked up to meet yours first before darting towards Bam, who was standing with a hand held out to pull him to his feet, “Hey, man! What’s up?” There were traces of pink lipstick left on his cigarette as this beauty of a man took a drawl, shrugging, “Nothing much.” His eyes fell on you again as he looked you up and down as he talked with Bam in that low, totally chill register, “Who’s this?”

He introduced you to each other: Y/N, this is Ville. Ville, this is Y/N. Honestly, you misconstrued his subtle flirting as him just being nice- you chalked up how he said it was a pleasure to meet you and the way he kept looking back to you while Bam was excitedly going on about the new video as Scandinavian hospitality, if that’s a thing. You were so oblivious. The roar of the excited crowd was a mere rumble from where you were, and as the band got their cue to head out onstage, Ville shot you a wink as he slipped out the door.

You know that phonemenon where someone goes to a concert and they swear back and fourth the singer was making eye contact with them the entire time? Well, you were pretty sure Ville’s eyes didn’t leave yours for the entire set. He was gazing at you as if you were the only person in the entire world. However, you were pretty oblivious to this- all you were really paying attention to was the music. In fact, Bam noticed this even before you did, though at first he did think he was staring at him before that great, looking from one person to the other realization moment.

☆彡

He didn’t bring it up until you were stepping outside and getting into the waiting taxi, “How are you this oblivious?” Pulling your coat shut as you shook the snow out of your hair, you stepped down into the cab, “Huh?” Bam reached into his pocket, shoving a handful of twenty euro notes at the driver before turning to you, “Dude! He was givin’ you the eyes all night! Did you seriously not know he was into you?” The edge in Bam’s voice struck you as odd, but you were certainly listening now. “If I was in your shoes, Y/N- I’d be all over that shit in a heartbeat.” You still didn’t believe what he was saying. Why would a man like Ville- a man as famous as him (and as adored by women as him) want anything to do with you? You are barely a B list star in America. You weren’t a model or a pop star or anything- you got famous for hanging out with a guy who was fameous, which was nothing. Turning to look out the window as the snow flurried by in the pitch black night, you shrugged as the car sped off.

Bam received a phone call that night- from Ville, of course, grilling him for everything he knew about you. “From the moment I saw her, we had this…connection.” He mused, speaking in that flowery way he did when he was very passionate about something, “I have to have her. I’m sure you know what I mean, right?” Hushing the shock in his voice so he wouldn’t wake you, he leaned in close to the receiver, “Hold your horses, man- you just met her!” Oh, it’s not as if he would understand how he felt about you. Compared to him, Bam was a teen boy when it came to romance. But Ville’s fame usually got him what he wanted and, not wanting to appear lame in front of a man he respected so much, it only took a little priding to get your friend to eventually spill all the information he needed.

It was only a surprise to you when you discovered what was waiting in front of your hotel room door the next morning. A bouquet of flowers- your favorite flowers, which definitely weren't in season that time of year- bundled together with a black, silk ribbon. You examined them curiously, turning over the attached card and gasping when you saw who it was from. Maybe Bam was right about that.

★彡

Bam was in director mode the entire time you tagged along with him to the shoot, which is a nice way to say he was being a meticulous jerk. There was this whole production setup, with all these big cameras and mics and wires strewn about the floor- real professional looking, nothing like the run and gun camcorder stuff you were used to. It was dazzling enough to walk through this huge, baroque manor in the middle of the Czechian countryside, but to film in it?

Now, you didn’t catch the beginning of this argument, but while you were drooling over the fancy equipment, you heard something about the European model chick they were intending to have in the video running late. Despite this, Ville seemed surprisingly nonchalant about the situation as he reasoned with Bam, “Why don't we just use her?” Bam huffed out some response about how expensive it was to get this lady and Ville’s eyes wandered over to you, “I mean,” Ignoring him, he looked you up and down, speaking barely loud enough you could hear him, “she’s already very beautiful- She wouldn’t need very much hair and makeup.” Bam gave up his protest and went over to begrudgingly drag you to the makeup tables, mumbling something about this only being a practice run. All of this was leaving you confused and far more flustered than you could care to admit.

You weren’t sure what to make of everything that was happenings, and Bam’s very barebones direction of ‘be sexy’ right before the camera started rolling wasn’t helping much. It also didn’t help that you had this absolutely angelic man in front of you, serenading you completely shirtless. This is the kind of thing middle aged women read paperbacks to expereince, and there you were. While you tried your damndest to act all minxy (and frankly failing at it), Vile was so effortlessly confident. This incubus was bewitching you, and you were falling for his spell.

☆彡

That night, after the shoot, the three of you met up at the pub down the road. Ville greeted you with one of those cute European double cheek kisses, your skin being warmed by the yellow streetlamp you were standing underneath. Bam, who was standing right next to you, turned his face in anticipation, but the only thing he received from Ville was a friendly pat on the back (which was more of a shove) towards the door, “The bar’s that way! Go get yourself a drink.” It sent him stumbling ahead of you two and he looked back with bewilderment as you felt an arm slip around your shoulders. Despite the fact that you looked an awful lot like a couple, you didn’t mind being seen with this eye candy. Walking with Ville by your side was like walking through a dream. These beautiful women and beautiful men that lined the dark, wood paneled halls of the old pub all greeted him with admiration as you made your way to the bar. Some of the bolder women even reached out to touch him with fond, feather light caresses as he passed by, which he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“You were wonderful today, Y/N.” Ville took the seat next to yours at the bar, leaning against the counter as he spoke in that mesmerizing way he did whenever he was talking to you, “Honestly, we’re thinking of using that take in the final video- you were much better than that model.” Your eyes went wide, and so did Bam’s as he leaned around you, “What’re you talking about? She was great!” This whole music video business was drawing a wedge between the two of them, and you were caught in the middle of it. Bam waved his hands to dismiss the notion. “Whatever- you know what?I think it went really well today.” It was odd- if it was anyone else but Ville he was taking to, you knew he would’ve stood his ground a little more. Even the way he talked around him was different. Bam shrugged, taking a swig of his beer to look nonchalant, “I just got some editing to do tomorrow and I should have somethin’ by the end of the day.” Your attention was drawn away as, leaning in towards you to be heard over the chatter of the bar, Ville murmured close to your ear, “Maybe while Bam’s busy doing that, I could show you around Helsinki tomorrow. Hmm?”

Well, how could you say no to that?

★彡

The next morning, Ville picked you up in front of your hotel and took you around to these beautiful, romantic spots. One among the many you visited was this gigantic church: Helsinki Cathedral, he told you it was called. Up the marble steps, you wandered about the stark, white columns near the entrance as Ville went on about the history of this building, “If I recall, it was built in tribute to Nicolas the first- back when this land was under Russian rule in the 1840s.” Though you would never say this aloud, you were really surprised at his knowledge of history. Ville was nothing like the grimey skater dudes that you usually hung around. He had this intelligent, charming air about him, and it helped that he didn’t smell like you sprayed a whole can of Axe body spray into a bag of Jack Links.

You didn’t even notice that he was looking at you as he mused aloud, “If I were to ever get married, Y/N, It would certainly be here.” From the second you walked in the room back at the club, Ville had his sights set on you. If it were a socially acceptable thing to do, Ville would’ve asked you to move in with him right then and there, but unfortunately he had some awareness of social graces. And as he stood on the steps with you, Ville just knew you would look like a princess dressed in white- an angel. He let his thoughts run wild a bit from there. Your lips were moving but the only thing he could hear was church bells.

Maybe not that fast- you were a sensible woman after all, Ville thought, and you didn’t seem the type to jump to get hitched to a man only because he was famous and interested. But that didn’t stop him from trying to subtly plant that thought in your head, conveniently taking a detour on the way back to your hotel to show you that wooden bridge in town that lovers and newlyweds place locks on to proclaim their affections for one another.

☆彡

You and Bam shared this look of confusion when the front desk lady told you there was something wrong with your reservation. A call was placed earlier and you had already checked out, she said, but despite Bam’s frustrated explanation that you already paid for that night, she wouldn’t hear him out- no refunds, hotel policy. Staring out the front window at the snow that was blustering by in the less than negative temperatures that were typical of a Helsinki winter, you racked your mind for options. Bam beat you to it, closing his flip phone with a click, “I just got off the phone with Ville-'” That knowing grin spread further across his face as he continued in a tone that indicated he was very proud of himself, “and he said we could crash at his flat for the night. He’s sending a car right now!”

A few moments later, the concierge let Bam know that he had a phone call for him. Reaching over the counter, he grabbed the receiver and pressed it to his ear, not noticing that you had slipped out the door even after you turned and called to him as you left, “Hey, I’ll wait out front!” It was really well choreographed- Ville called him just as that hot, black car pulled up in front of the hotel. Rolling down the window, he took in the sight of you there, standing under the yellow glow of that street lamp, waiting for him in the cold like some abandoned puppy on the side of the road. It was cute. You were walking around to the other side of the car as he lifted up the phone he was conveniently hiding below the window and pressed it to his ear, mumbling an “I'll call you back,” to Bam before flipping it shut. Sliding onto the warm, leather seat next to Ville was a welcome respite from the cold as you sighed, closing the door. He smiled at you and gently took your hand, placing a sweet kiss on your knuckle- this prince charming move that made you wonder if this was also a common gesture in Finland as you blushed and stammered, “Thanks for the, uh- thanks for the ride. How’s Bam gonna, like- get to your place…?” He shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back and looking back out the window as you sped off. “Oh, I just talked to him. We’re sending another car later to pick him up- he’ll be fine.” Once again, Ville’s fame got him what he wanted. The only thing he needed to do was make a phone call.

After you were done kissing your hellos, he talked with you on the drive to his place, but not the way Bam usually did- he wasn’t talking at you. Instead, Ville asked you how you were liking Finland or if you’d ever thought of moving here- he’d be happy to get you a place to stay and help you with the language if you were interested. Honestly, he made the whole concept of leaving your life in America behind sound pretty damn promising.

☆彡

“Wow…your place is really nice.” You looked arround with awe as you walked in the door, and even through the dimness you could tell it was a pretty upscale apartment. “I don’t spend a lot of time here- really. Just a place to crash between tours.” The only light in the room came from Ville’s fridge as he opened it, leaning inside. “Something to drink?” Sitting on his couch timidly, you gave him an, “mmhm,” and he came back with two beers, placing on on the glass coffee table and opening the other himself. Blue light cascaded onto his delicate features from the window that sat behind you, the only way you saw him in the darkness.

You couldn’t place your finger on what was so bewitching about Ville, but you had this whole image of him in your head already. He probably paints and writes poetry in this apartment, you thought. He probably spends his evenings on this very sofa, idly sipping wine for hours before throwing on his coat to solemnly wander about misty graveyards and lament the fleetingness of life and love while placing roses on headstones. He just seemed like the type.

The whole time the two of you were chatting over drinks and discussing how well the video went, Ville kept getting calls that he would quickly hit the ignore button on without any explanation. This would’ve set off red flags in any sane person, but at this point you couldn’t exactly consider yourself sane with the way you were drawn to him. What you didn’t know was who was calling him- Bam, who’d been waiting for that car to show up for the past two hours. That was until he called you and you quietly excused yourself to take it. “Dude! Okay, okay, okay-” He rambled on, “so basically- all the hotel shit’s sorted out! There was an issue with some system- i know- and they gave us all this complementary free shit!” From the way Bam was slurring his words, you could tell he was already making a dent in the mini bar. Still, you were relieved that everything got sorted out, however suspicious the circumstances.

But despite how happy Ville seemed to hear the news, you could tell there was something else happening in his head. Standing up, you were making your way toward the door when you felt something stop you. It was a hand- pale, long fingers firmly grasping your arm, and there was something possessive about the way it held onto you, like someone holding onto something for dear life. “Ville…?” Turning to him, the only way you could make out his presence was from the way the light flooding in the window silhouetted him. There was this aching, earnestness in his voice. “Don’t go. Don’t leave Finland.” There was something in his pleading words that made you think that he wouldn’t know what tomorrow would bring if he woke up and you weren’t there. “What? You- you want me to stay?” Answering your silent question of ‘how long?’, Ville continued, all but encouraged by the sympathy bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. “I don't know: a day, a month- a year? Forever? Just, please- don’t leave. I need you.”

“My heart, my body- my soul needs you. Just…stay.”

[beenbaanbuun]

Not a question, but we're back on the thoroughly insane yeosang hours 🫠🫠

Was making mood boards for the ateez members, and one thing led to another, and got me thinking about a bodygaurd/hybrid au where MC is the daughter of a rich mafia crime lord, and yeosang is the doberman hybrid her father purchases as a bodyguard.

I'm picturing our leading lady as a bit of a spoiled brat with a kinda pastel coquette aesthetic? Not in any way that's insufferable (heaven forbid) but just bratty enough that she doesn't listen when she tries to speak to the ridiculously pretty bodyguard in his tight black shirt and he tells her her father has insteucted him to protect her and nothing more. She doesn't listen to a word he says when he informs her that her dad has set the mall off limits for the time being. Disregards his warnings that the park is too dangerous and she shouldn't be skipping on the slippery stones that span the river rather than walking down the bridge like a *normal* human being.

He thinks she's just spoilt, and she is, she enjoys knowing that as much as he tries to dissuade her unless she does something REALLY dangerous he can't exactly stop her, it's neither his nor the tired butler's place.

But really she's hoping to get a rise out of him. She loves the way his lip twitches and his ears turn when she tells him about the drama going on within her dad's more legal businesses, even if he won't verbally respond. She adores the exasperated pout on his lips when she drags him from shop to shop, trying on outfits and modelling them dramatically for *cough*him*cough* whatever friend she's brought along. And best of all, when she stumbles on one of those rocks, and he rushes to her side to catch her and stop her from falling in the water, scolding her as he holds her waist the rest of the way across, speaking more than he has in the weeks since they'd met.

Obviously these interactions would gradually escalate, just talking at him like a brick wall turns to deciding that if he's going to sit and look pretty like a doll she may as well treat him like one, and he has to wear leather gloves to hide the pretty nail art you keep putting on him. Walks through the park become an excuse for you to pretend to run ahead or walk on something you probably shouldn't so he'll hold your hand to keep you by his side. And worst of all (in his opinion) is the day you decide to take him swimsuit shopping before a big trip, modelling them like you always do, enjoying the way his ears burn red and he stutters over answering your questions of which one looks best.

It's all going according to your plan, naturally.

(Cue mastermind by taylor swift)

The final straw would be when you follow your dad to a business meeting overseas, and are invited to attend a beach party hosted by the business partner's son. Yeosang's usually very obedient, even with all the nagging, he understands that you and your father are his owners and his job is just to ensure your wellbeing l. But surely this lanky *boy* leaning a little too close to you is a threat, right? He's not stepping out of line when he moves to stand more closely behind you, growling and removing the kid's hand when it comes to rest on your hip, right? Even if it does come out harsher than intended and starts a bit of a squabble because the boy won't back off and ends up snapping at you to "get your damn dog under control"? Even when you storm away angrily afterwards with him in tow, slamming the door of your hotel room shut behind you and pushing him down to sit on the edge of your bed, demanding to know why he did it.

You know, in the back of your mind, you know. But it's so fun to watch yeosang *squirm*

And it's even more fun when he admits that he didn't like seeing the way that boy touched you, when his pleas for forgiveness turn into angry growls...

(I'm very high on both caffeine and sugar while walking around an airport rn so I'm sorry if this is like, incoherent lmao, but i hope u know my brain well enoughto see the ✨️vision✨️)

(Also I can't believe that our first interactions were me being a slut for this man 😭 I am so sorry your adopted sister’s a whore-)

~lyra

NO BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN?!?!? i love that our first interactions were just us being whores for sangie… i feel like it’s so perfectly on brand for us 😭😭

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‘miss, i said i was sorry for acting that way,’ yeosang begs, not just with his mouth but with his eyes. they’re so wide and pleading that you almost can’t help but reach a hand out to pet him like you would a real dog. he’d take it; he always does. you guess that in a way he has to, since you technically own him.

‘are you, yeosang?’ there’s a smile on your face and you can barely hide the glee in your voice as you tease him. he nods desperately and it sets something alight within you. he’s such a pretty doggy, just sitting there with that pathetic look on his face. ‘then why did you scare him away, hm? he was right, i really should get my dog under control…’

and just like that, yeosang snaps, a low growl leaving his throat. it shocks you into silence, your next words vanishing into thin air as your guard dog stands up from the bed and takes a few steps closer. despite the fact that he isn’t much taller than you, the way he’s staring you down makes you feel tiny. it’s even worse when he snatches your face up in his grasp, holding it firmly so you can’t look away from his menacing eyes. they look you up and down once, a soft snort of laughter coming from their owner.

‘your dog? oh, missy, i think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here,’ his voice is low and rumbling, rattling around your brain like a clap of thunder. whilst you know it might be safe for now, you know that lightning will follow soon. you can only hope you don’t get struck. ‘tell me, princess, who is it that decides where you can and cannot go?’

‘y-you…’ he gives you a dangerous grin, canines glinting at you as he gives you a satisfied grumble.

‘good girl,’ the way he says those words makes you weak at the knees. you’re sure you’d topple over if it weren’t for the way he’s holding you in place by your jaw. some strange corner of your brain lets you know that you wouldn’t mind being left to crumple to the floor; maybe you’d even like the way he looks from down there. ‘and who is it that has to approve every little decision you make?’

again, the answer is him. you nod at him wordlessly and his smile gets brighter. an unexpected feeling in your chest blooms as he swipes an affectionate thumb over your cheek.

‘say it then, princess,’ he coos, voice dripping with condescension. for someone who says so little usually, he sure has a lot he wants to get off of his chest now. ‘tell me who’s in charge here.’

‘you, yeosang.’

he nods, ‘good, now tell me who you belong to.’

you whimper as he leans in impossibly close, warm breath fanning your face. it’s a complete contrast to the sharpness of his nails against your flesh.

‘i belong to you… sir.’

he hums, pleased with your answer. in fact, he’s pleased with almost everything you do. it just goes to show that even though you act like a fucking brat most of the time, all it takes is a little push from him to have you whimpering under his command. you calling him sir while looking up at him with those big doe eyes is something that he’ll be thinking about forever, most of all during his late night self-pleasure sessions.

‘that’s right, princess,’ he lets his hand drop from your face, laughing at the way you chase the touch. it really is adorable. ‘you’re mine, and i appreciate it when boys i don’t know keep their hands off of my property…’

[fivestaralien]

my moon and my star

established relationship!jeno x jaemin x fem!chubby! reader

word count: 1842

warnings+": basically fluff for now.....

a.n.// kind of proofread it,, sorry for the abrupt ending,,, this came to me while maladaptive daydreaming the other day and I kinda wanna make this a little series I can write about every now and then. so if y'all have anything you wanna request or ask about the dynamics of everyone pls do my messages are open! I already have a few things planned but nothing too soon. I hope you guys like this I've never written for a poly group so apologies in advance if things aren't right at first. stay safe everyone <3

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You need air and you need it fast. This hill was becoming way too steep for your liking and Jeno, your boyfriend, was having none of your excuses. You stop on the side and lean on your knees to try and catch your breath. 

 A water bottle is waved in front of you and you are quick to grab it and drink a decent amount. You hand it back to Jeno with a thank you and he strokes the top of your head. Usually Jaemin, your other boyfriend, would be going on these hikes with Jeno but he had a meeting at work that he couldn’t miss, so you suggested going for him. 

 Both boys were hesitant knowing how much you hated hiking when the weather was so hot but you were looking at them with such cute eyes they couldn’t deny you. Jaemin was constantly reminding you of what to bring and that you can still change your mind but you were dead set on going. He’d give you a knowing look before saying okay then kisses your cheek while squeezing your side. 

 “Come on pretty, we are so close to the end and I’m not letting you give up now.” Jeno voices, crouching down in front of you. 

 “Okay but you said that 20 minutes ago,” you groan, “how much longer is it actually going to be?”

 You watch as he checks his phone, “10 minutes.” 

 Standing up straight you stretch your arms above your head and hold back a smirk as Jeno very obviously checks you out while getting up. As casually as you can you arch your back making your chest stick out a little more in his direction. He scoffs realizing what you’re trying to do, walking behind you to push you to move.

 “Nice try but it’s time to start walking or we won’t get back in time for dinner with Jaem.” He spoke completely ignoring the frown and puppy dog eyes you were giving. 

 Eventually you walked side by side when Jeno deemed you would walk without him having to push you along and it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be. The air had finally begun to cool and the sun out of your faces which made things more comfortable. 

 Jeno looks behind him, holding out his hand for you to grab onto as you try to traverse over a bunch of fallen rocks without slipping. You thank him with a peck on the cheek, stepping on the flat ground next to him and continuing to the last stretch of trail. 

 When you get to the last marker on the trail you smile widely at Jeno and immediately begin pulling him back where you just came from. He is quick to stop you though, complaining that Jaemin gave him a strict order to get many pictures since you never usually did this. You pose casually for most of them and then take a few selfies together. Jeno kisses your cheek and forehead in some and you heart them for later. 

 Luckily the way back down is so much faster than the way up and you were back at the car in no time. Jeno opens your door, closing softly after you sit down then gets in himself. 

 “That was really beautiful! I’m glad I could come with you.” You say smiling so wide your face started to hurt. 

 Jeno brings your hand that he is holding to his mouth, leaving a chaste kiss to the backside. “Me too, even though you complained more than half the time.” You playfully stick out your tongue, moving your head back when he tries to grab it. 

 “I wish you would come when us two go. I know Jaemin would love it if all of us went on a sunset hike together.” 

 “Maybe when the weather gets colder I can tag along.” You suggest and he hums in answer. 

 You turn up the music you had been playing then slouch down the seat a little to try and rest after so much exercise. Jeno rubs his thumb back and forth on your wrist to help relax you and pouts at how adorable you looked post hike. 

  “Don’t forget that we have to stop by Jaems parents' house next week to pick up the cats. Also I think we should stop by the pet store and get a new scratch post since the one they have is getting really old.” You remind him, eyes still closed. 

 “Yeah he was talking about it yesterday and I already ordered one. It should be here in a week or so.” You squeeze his hand going back to comfortable silence.

 You didn’t even realize that you had arrived home until Jeno gently massages the back of your neck bringing you out of your short slumber. When you walk in, the delicious smell of food hits you so hard you stop as your stomach rumbles embarrassingly loudly. 

 Jeno huffs out a laugh, gently pushing you to move along walking into the kitchen. Jaemin is standing at the stove mixing and flipping various dishes, completely oblivious to his partners walking in. A smile instantly graces your features at the sight of him and he gasps when your arms wrap around his middle pressing yourself tightly against his back. 

 “Hello to you too princess,” He smiles, reaching behind him to rub at your sides, “How was the hike?”  He turns around smushing you against his chest leaving multiple kisses on your face. 

 “It was so pretty and we saw a few stray cats that were just so precious you would’ve freaked.” You mention, taking out your phone to pull them up. 

 Jaemin turns you in his arms so he can look over your shoulder easier as you scroll through photos. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist gently rocking the two of you back and forth humming occasionally as you give him time to look at them all. 

 “Did you get the photos we took together?” You lean your head back on his shoulder as he nods. 

 “You guys looked so cute, it’s already my homescreen.” Jaemin confesses in between kisses he presses along your neck and shoulder. 

 Jeno steps around the two of you making sure that nothing burned on the stove as you continue showing Jaemin pictures. He listens to your voice as you recall funny things that happened or cute animals you saw with the softest smile on his face. He turns off the stove when he deems everything cooked thoroughly, taking a few steps to lean on the counter. 

 “Dinner is done.” Jeno says softly from beside you. 

 You watch as your boys look towards each other with soft smiles and Jeno petting Jaemins head in a sweet greeting. You can’t help but pull them both into a big hug going back and forth to kiss their cheeks. They laugh at your sudden affection but don’t question it. Jaemin turns his head towards Jeno asking if he finished the cooking, to which he just nods with a smile in reply. 

 “Okay wait, can I please shower first before we eat? I feel all gross and sweaty and I need to change my clothes.” 

 “Of course pretty. I might join you if that’s okay, I also feel gross.” Jeno says, tilting his head at you awaiting your approval. 

 You nod very enthusiastically, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom on his side of the apartment. Jaemin shouts to not take too long so the food doesn’t get cold but that wouldn’t be an issue for you and Jeno. 

 Jeno never got too crazy with you in the showers as he is more of a get in, get out kinda guy. Jaemin on the other hand, could spend hours in it with you. The water could have run cold hours ago but he never stops until he has you melting on to the floor. He is the reason for very insane water bills but you weren’t going to stop him any time soon.  

 You both help each other wash up, a few kisses here and there and he lends you a sweatshirt to wear once getting out. Jaemin smiles as you both walk back in and you are quick to sit down, nearly drooling from how hungry you are. 

 They wait for you to take the first bite before digging in themselves like always and you praise Jaemin for how amazing the food tastes. He thanks you with a pat on your knee nodding his head towards your food to eat more. 

 Dinner goes by with a lot of talk about how everyone's day was. Jaemins meeting was pretty rough and he didn’t want to go into too much detail. Jeno finally finished some projects for work before his deadline and you had a day off so you spent it running errands and cleaning around the house.

 When everyone is done you and Jeno begin cleaning up and washing dishes since Jaemin had cooked for everyone. He hoists himself up onto the counter next to Jeno keeping up with the conversations from earlier. 

 “Oh! I forgot to let you guys know that my parents are just going to drop the kids off instead of us going to get them since the big market they want to go to is over here. I got off the phone with my mom a few minutes before you walked in.” Jaemin states leaning back on his hands. 

 “We should go with them!” You exclaim while wiping off the last bowl, “ I've been wanting to see what all the rage is about it.” 

 You walk over to Jaemin, slotting yourself between his legs and he slings his arms around your shoulders on instinct, hugging you close to him. You rest your cheek against his chest, closing your eyes at the calming sensations of him lightly massaging your head. 

 “I’m sure my mom would like that, princess. She misses you and told me to have you call her soon to catch up.” He mumbles against the crown of your head also growing tired from the long day.

 Jeno leans sideways on the countertop, folding his arms over his chest looking at you two with tired eyes. You reach out a hand to him which he doesn’t hesitate to hold moving closer as you tug him in your direction. 

 “Can you sleep with us tonight Jen?” Your voice barely above a whisper.

 “I have to get up early tomorrow so you can’t be a brat about me leaving, okay?” He lightly scolds caressing your cheek to make sure you heard him. 

 You nod feeling too tired to speak but you know deep down when the time comes you are gonna make a big deal about him leaving you so early. Jeno leans over to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before placing a hand on both yours and Jaemins backs rubbing up and down comfortingly.  

 “Come on you two, let’s get to bed.”

// my masterlists :)

[thegoldfishkid13]

Transformed Jasper Hale x reader

A/n: Please feel free to send me requests for characters :)

Warning: Blood mentioned, death kinda, swearing?, Rosalie being softish

Words count: 794

Type: Sorta angsty with a dabble fluff

Masterlist

  I lay on the ground in agony, pieces of glass scattered around me. The vampire, not one I know, is standing above me wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood! The pain suddenly hit causing me to groan, a fire sensation shot through my body. The vampire bent down to touch my face, I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

   I couldn’t understand what he said, the pain was unbearable. All I want is for the pain to stop. Another agonizing shot of pain runs through my body.

  “Please…” I begged for him to make the pain stop, to do something. He shook his head no.

  “ Sorry sweetheart, but a lesson needs to be taught.” Confusion filled my brain. ‘ Why was I being punished?’ ‘Did Jasper get into trouble and not tell me?’ While questions raced through my head another vampire joined him in the room. She looked down at me and smirked, she motioned something and then they both jumped out of the window. I layed on the floor still, I couldn’t move or more pain would shoot through my body. It felt like I layed there for hours on end, in reality it was 30 minutes. I heard the front door of my house open and then shut. Someone was yelling my name. 

  I tried to scream for help but all that was able to be released was a strangled cry. Footsteps grew quickly and louder, he wasn’t alone, someone was with him. My bedroom door flew open with so much force that it almost blew it off the hinges. They rushed over to my side. I opened my eyes and looked at who was standing there, it was Alice, Jasper and Carlisle.

  “Make it stop please, It hurts!” I beg. Carlisle was quick to get down by my side and the others followed, he turns my head and see the bite mark, which was slowly healing.

  “ We are too late, she will transform soon.” He spoke “The venom has already entered her blood stream and started to take over. The best thing we can do is stay with her.” His voice was calm and serious.

  “There has to be something we can do, right?” Jasper spoke, Carlisle shook his head no, nothing could be done. I close my eyes again, too weak to speak. I felt a cold hand grip mine and I heard footsteps leave the room, most likely giving me and Jasper space. Cold lips connected with my forehead.

  “I’m sorry darlin’, I love you and now we can be together forever, nothing will bring us apart.” His voice shook, if he could cry he would. A strangled groan leaves my mouth and that’s the last thing I remember. 

   I woke up in the Cullen family home. I could tell that it was Jasper's room by the dark sage green walls, the color we picked together. I get up and look in the mirror, to see that I was changed into a black dress, I gasp. My eyes are red and my skin is cold and pale. I open the door and walk down the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting. Most looked solem and others looked worried. Alice was the first one to notice me standing there. 

  “Y/n? You’re finally awake.” She said, excitement filled her voice. Everyone turned and looked at me, I just stood there and nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper rose from his place on the couch and rushed over to me. He wrapped me in an almost bone crushing hug. 

   “Oh darlin’” Was all he said. I hugged him back, squeezing him, rocking us back and forth. Everyone got up and joined the hug, each saying they were glad that I’m okay and everything.

  “What even happened?” I asked. I already knew the answer but it would be comforting to be told.

  “ You were transformed into a vampire and now you're one of us.''Alice said, her voice was giddy and excited.

“You have so much to learn, come one.” Alice grabbed my hand and drugged me out of the house and into the woods. I tried to protest but it’s Alice and she doesn’t listen. Edward stayed inside with Bella, who still had a bandage around her wrist from some sort of accident I’m guessing. Rosalie and Emmet were standing with us. 

  “Y/n I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and I apologize.” Rosalie spoke, this shocked me.

  “ Thank you Rosalie, it means alot.” I said and gave her a wide grin, Emmet gave her a hug and mumbled something causing me to let out a small giggle. Maybe transforming was for the best.

[terresdebrume]

Readers I have to confess something: the reason I'm not writing these days is because the most comfortable way to do a 2nd draft for me is to use the overtype function in Microsoft Word. It's an absolute lifesaver when I need to rewrite my drafts in full, super great, much more efficient than other anti blank-page-panic tricks I've seen for me. HOWEVER, I currently do not own a laptop or a proper computer, which means that the only way for me to use this method is to bring the work laptop home and use it there and I keep trying but honestly? It kinda gives me hives xD So, yeah. Progress on stories is slow, and it is likely to stay slow for that reason.

You do, however, get to keep receiving typo-riddled snippets that may or may not make it into a proper fic someday, because I can easily type those on my phone or tablet x)

Anyway, this one features Edwin meeting [SPOILER], feeling like he handles it rather poorly, and being reassured by Charles. Enjoy x)

The first thing Edwin notices when he gets there is the screaming. High pitched, full lunged, quite audibly furious: the sort of sound that grates through his eardrums and to his soul, making him want to cover his ears immediately. Instead, he takes a deep breath, adjusts his grip on the bottle of wine and the book he brought, and rings the bell.

"Coming!" Charles yells from what must be his kitchen, the sound muffled by the front window.

Edwin stands at the main door, eyes idly gazing at the right hand side of the building and the delicate English roses growing there, until the screaming gets closer and the door opens up. Charles gives him a harried smile, a toddler whom Edwin assumes is his son Kai wailing like something is violently pulling at his entrails.

"So we're having a bit of an evening," Charles apologize while Kai wails even louder.

Edwin follows Charles' gesture and walks in, taking his shoes off at the entrance to Charles' half of the townhouse while Kai's screaming turns into words Edwin doesn't understand. Charles answers in the same language, patient and soft but obviously tired, and by the time they're back in the kitchen it seems to be all he can do to keep rocking his son.

"Dinner's a bit late," he says, nodding at the dish simmering on the stove. It smells hearty and full of vegetables, and Edwin's mouth fills with saliva in absolute record time.

"That's alright," he says. "I understand. I'm told I used to have regular meltdowns when I was a toddler."

"Yeah, he's usually pretty calm," Charles says, rocking Kai from side to side in his arms, "but Crystal and I thought his binky was in his room here, so now she's out for the night, he hasn't had a nap, and it's still too early to crash."

Edwin winces in sympathy, watching as Kai shoves his pointy little face into Charles' collarbone, still screaming his lungs out and so red even the pale brown of his skin doesn't hide the blush. Charles manages his dishes one handed, obviously practiced, and Edwin does his best to stay out of the way and hide the way Kai's screaming makes hime want to plug his ears and run away or worse, start crying.

Kai refuses to eat, so Edwin ends up sitting on his own for most of dinner, Charles in the living room to calm him down, until sheer exhaustion finally vanquishes the tears and Charles is able to put his son down to sleep. Edwin hears him putter out upstairs, hears water running for a second or two, and then Charles' stockinged feet reappear at the top of the stairs.

"Sorry about that," he says.

Edwin smiles as best as he can, because it's hardly Charles or Kai's fault that toddlers scream and Edwin reacts the way he does to strident noise. It mustn't be very convincing though, because Charles makes a comforting noise and engulfs him in a hug, and Edwin finds himself melting into it against all expectations. It's been almost eight years since the last time Charles hugged him, yet somehow the feeling of his arms around Edwin's shoulders is still comfortable. Quiet. Safe.

Edwin stays there, standing in Charles' kitchen, with his nose tucked into Charles' collar, for longer than he care to count. Longer than appropriate, probably. But stay there he does anyway, and Charles lets him, hugs him tight until his breathing slows down, and the buzz in his ears recedes, nothing more than an ache now.

"Forgive me," Edwin says, not quite daring to meet Charles' eyes, "I didn't mean—"

"It's fine," Charles reassures, his hands warm where they run against Edwin's shoulders. "I had a bit of a cry before I came back down, you know?"

Edwin frowns, surprised. Little children, from what he has seen, cry often and do almost everything loudly. This has never seemed to bother any of the adults in his family. His little cousins, he remembers distinctly, were forcibly put to bed when they got started on the screaming, and left alone until they calmed down, no matter how long or how piercingly they wailed. No one but Edwin ever seemed to wish for earplugs. No one seemed to cringe from it with their entire body.

That Charles, who didn't even cry when Edwin told him there would be no justice for them about the night they almost died, could spill tears over something as apparently simple as a child crying? Even at that volume, Edwin can barely believe it.

"Did you?" He asks, so puzzled he barely realizes his hands are no longer fists. "I wouldn't have known."

"I handle it better now," Charles says with a rueful smile, "but the first few months..."

Chase grimaces and looks away, cheeks brightly pink, as if even admitting there are things that can break through his smile were too much for him. It might be, for all Edwin knows. He has been realizing, in the weeks since they reunited, that while he is very familiar with some facets of Charles, there are others that are a complete mystery, a realization softened by the knowledge that he has both the will and the time to get to know these other parts of Charles.

"I think it is quite sweet," Edwin says, taking a step back when he realizes Charles' hands are still on his shoulders. "Much better than simply wishing to make it stop, at any rate."

"Oh I do think that too," Charles admits, one hand coming up to fiddle with the gold chain at his neck. "I just kinda push it out, you know."

Edwin smiles, oddly relieved. Charles didn't seem to physicaly recoil from the sound like Edwin did, but it's still good to know he's not entirely alone with his discomfort. It is, he must admit, even better to have Charles here now, free to sit down and start in on his cold dahl. Edwin sits across from him at the kitchen table, which Charles hastily set earlier, tries not to be too strange about how pleased he is to see Charles take care of himself.

"I rather admire you, you know. I don't know I would have handled this."

"Like a champ, probably," Charles replies, spoon halfway to his mouth.

"Mmh. You are assuming I wouldn't simply calp my hands over my ears and leave."

"Of course you wouldn't," Charles scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You're way too kind for that."

"But I would be thinking it," Edwin insists, and Charles shrugs, swallowing another mouthful od dahl before he says:

"It's fine to think it. You just don't do it." Edwin feels the skeptical expression etching itself on his features in real time, seconds before Charles registers it and sobers up, putting his spoon down.

"I get it," he says leaning back in his chair with a studiously relaxed air. "After I told Crystal I'd help raise him I--I had panic attacks. For weeks."

Charles glances up at Edwin, who nods immediately. Bad home situation. He remembers. Charles nods back, visibly relieved that he doesn't need to explain again, and he reaches a hand out to fiddle with his bright blue plastic cup as his eyes fall to the tabletop. "I had to uh. See someone about it. It was stressing Crystal out." From the way Charles says it, Edwin strongly suspect that factor weighed far more heavily in the decision than Charles' personal wellbeing. "One of the things she keeps telling me is like. It's basically fine if I feel like shouting at people. Even Kai. I just gotta...not do it. Or uh. apologize when I do."

Charles' eyes dart up to meet Edwin's and he tries to respond with the kindest smile he can manage. From experience, he does realize it isn't that great a comfort, but Charles knows him enough to guess at the intent behind it and smile back.

"My point is, it's okay if you don't like the sound. I don't like it either. And you don't know each other, so obviously you don't know what to do. But when you seem him at a better time, I know you'll do great."

Edwin looks down at his hands, the bright heat of a blush splashed across his cheeks.

"Thank you," he murmurs. "For your confidence."

Charles makes a scoffing sound that is surely meant to convey how easy it is for him to have faith in Edwin's capacity not to traumatize little Kai, when they met properly, but Edwin's blush stays firm. None of his cousins were ever entrusted to his care, for any length of time. People find him difficult, complicated, antisocial and haughty at the best of time. Charles' words, after a lifetime of being measured for his social skills and being found profoundly lacking, soothe a wound Edwin hadn't quite realized existed. It takes him a moment to recover, silent and looking down at his hands, the fists his parents admonished him so many times for, and Charles never.

All that time, Charles sits in front of him, waiting him out patiently when he could very well get up and get started on the dishes, or prepare the card game he wanted to introduce Edwin to. Charles may have trouble sitting still more than five minutes, at times, and there are large chunks of his life that are a complete mystery to Edwin still. But sitting here, in a narrow kitchen, with Charles' warm gaze on him, Edwin realizes that he knows more than enough about the man to be in very real danger of falling right back in love with him.

[cringe6fail6star6]

Personal take on sagau, from personal experience 4

As three travelers go down long walk towards one of the dungeons to find stealer, and fully get your license. Which u were probably not getting because travelers glider got broken. U made quick run to get new ones in an opened up window with playstation genshin gliders.

U looked between u two, knowing what it means while Amber was watching behind u.

"It looks pretty" "I didnt play on ps" "neither did i!" "why r u lying?" "am not!" with back and forth being announced by Paimon as she says shes hungry.

So we return to right now. Paimon sits on travelers shoulders andd ate some meat inside bread (u forgot how they call it here bc there just so many) and crumbs fell all over ur new party member. They ignored it as they piered into ur pulling window. They kept fieling u in the lore u havent heard of, pointing at characters n describing them in details u never noticed if u even recognized them.

"Lets pull." Traveler interrupts ur zonning out as their wrist points on the newbi banner with Noelle looking knghtly at u.

"Nah, i wanna save up." u shrug, but when u try to move ur hand away, it is stopped its escape.

"Save up!? YOURE A BILLLIONERE!!" they yell out right into ur ear before u can even slap them to shut up.

"DONT YELL THAT OUT!!!!!" u grab them by th eneck, Paimon flying up to not be disturved while eating. Traveler pulls on ur robe, it, thank archons, stays still on ur body; as u start pulling them down.

Amber glances behind her when she hears bantering and sees two travellers fighting, only stopped by the third one saying:

"Dont mind them, theyre like this for days now" she waves her food and flies past her.

Dungeons greets u with a black eye and a few bruises... Neither the fall from the highest point of Mondshdat hurt u as bad as travelers elbow. But u gave them a few good hits as well, the poor thing hold onto their side on their dear life while eating some apples to heal up their HP. The walk was so long, the sun is setting behind horizon when u actually get to the rock structure.

"Its already night, lets set up a camp."

Amber yawns, pulling out a tent from nowhere and sets up a camp. Both u and Traveler look confused at her. Both of u turn back to see the Monshdatd.

"We just exited city." traveler says, pointing behind them, tilting their head at her as the tent stand up right.

"Ah yes, this day was so productive." Amber shoots a hot arrow into the campfire that just spawned here from nowhere.

"Feels like its been only 2 minutes." u scratch the back of ur neck, tilting ur head as she sits down and pulls out her bunny toy and puts it in her lap.

"Its been hours..." she tilts her head at u, her bunny ears plopping against the side of her head in a cute way. She yawns again. "Im kinda tired." she snuggles her toy before moving inside the tent.

"..." u look at traveler whos holding Paimon in their arms. "Do u think she gonna explode?" u ask them as Traveler looks at u like at an idiot and Paimons face drops in concern.

"Paimon should warn Amber!" she says but doesnt fly out of tarvelers arms, bc they squeeze her like a toy and make her yelp.

"No shes not gonna explode. And we dont need to stay here waiting for her to wake up. We can just keep going with the quest."

"Release the baby." u extend ur hands towards Paimon, traveler, with a deay, opens them. The baby flies towards u n hides behind u, holding onto the robes and pointing accusatory at the other.

"Kill them!" she orders u n u fail to hide a laugh. U pick her up and start walking behind traveler towads the dungeon.

"No no, we still need the traveler. Be nice." u pat her head, kissing her on the head before she flies up with a hmpf sound and dissapears. "Well u do need to apologize to her." u pat travelers shoulder but they brush it off with a scoff n eyeroll.

"Oh please, shes been bugging me out the whole day."

"She didnt do shit,ur just sensitive." u push them to the side n open the dungeon.

A second later both of u teleported to the quest.

U hold onto traveler on dear life as both of u leap through the air on the last part to catch some idiot who got caught stealing books. Traveler drops on thei legs and hold u by the robes and watches the stealer gasp in surprise and stutter excuses while ur eyes r closed.

"R we on the ground?" u squeeze ur eyes closed, listening to stealer. Traveler looks down at u, using them as safe jacket, glider closing on its own like a minute ago and ur legs still not touching the ground.

"Just stop clinging." they put u down, the ground is cold, and u hug it all the same. U hear that eyeroll as the traveler pulls out the sword on an enemy.

+ 2 flying permit

-100 mora bc Paimon doesnt have a permit

[fourwingedwriter]

A Pause in Work - Part 3

AN: I love all of my ocs :)

First Part - Previous - Next - Master Post

CWs: Fainting spell, shoulder injury

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Grunt work is something I rarely complain about. Sure, it's a workout and can be exhausting, but it's better than sitting in the house all day. Me and Nova never enjoyed sitting around much, which is why we started doing quests.

I kind of enjoyed working with a shovel, tilling the soil to prep for the garden. It was sort of therapeutic, the feeling of earth parting beneath my feet. I dont think I could do it all day, but for now it's kinda nice.

Nova was in charge of raking up and moving all of the rocks on the top. He hummed along with the vinyl our host was playing.

The baker, who's name we learned to be Aspen, had this really cool music player and a collection of vinyls with music I've never heard before. They were sung by people I knew were long dead, which was always kind of interesting to me. The vast majority of the musical records in this world were made by people who are now dead.

"How's it going out here?" Our host asked, now with an apron on, the black fabric dusted in flour.

"Pretty good!" Nova responded, pausing to look up at him, "Wouldn't mind some water though."

I hummed my agreement, basically jumping on the step of my shovel. I weighed just enough to properly get this thing into the ground.

"Well, let me see what I can get for you." Aspen turned back inside and started to work once more.

Nova turned to me, "Have you seen Orim? He went to grab the seeds from the boxes but he's been gone for a while."

I thought for a moment, a bit of panic reaching me "I don't think I have, let me go check."

Orim had a condidion where he would faint randomly, a problem we couldn't prevent but required close monitoring. There had been a concerning amount of times he was plagued with headaches as a result of hitting his head. Even once he had gotten a concussion and spent hours laying in his and Nova's room to recover. It was one of the first times I noticed how gentle Nova was with him.

As I approached the side of the building, I ran the protocols through my head. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the possibility.

Turning the corner, I found him crumpled over the box. I approached him quickly, not too worried, he hadn't fallen by the look of it.

Kneeling, I pushed the hair from his face, noticing his eyes were just coming back into focus, "Hey man, you still with me?"

Orim groaned, "Sorry... bad timing..." he tried pushed himself up from the box then lowered himself, clutching his shoulder, "Ow..."

I cursed under my breath, standing up and shouting, "Nova get over here!"

A tool clattered to the ground, quickly followed by the appearance of the boy around the corner of the building. His emergency response was always like this, making him freeze and stare for a short while before reacting.

"Is he okay?" Nova asked, falling to their knees beside him, gently putting a hand between his shoulder blades.

Orim supported his arm, grimacing against the pain as he tried to sit up once more. This time he got all the way back, barely supressing the sounds of pain which escaped him. He leaned into Nova, a few tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ori?" They supported him, visibly panicking about his wellbeing.

I leaned in, making eye contact with him, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"...no- I'll be fine. Give me a moment-" he fainted again, going limp in Nova's arms.

I stood, "I'm getting help."

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[jinxedyaart]

A Little too Similar part 1

Pairing: Genji Shimada x NB! insert (Self-insert uses any Pronouns + has a pussy) Slight Mercy x Genji

Genre: fluff, angst, Romance, smut/NSFW

Summary: After the second reunited Overwatch was announced once again to the world, They find a message sent from an unknown source claiming wanting to help rebuild Overwatch and fight willingly against common enemies. Finding out that a young lady is running the business that the shimada's feel a little too close to home.

CW: CPTSD, Panic attacks, Suicide, Mentions of death, Provocative actions or phrases, Trauma dump/Bonding, Slight Obsession, Massive Depression disorder, Grieving, gore, bit OoC

A/N There's a slight Mercy x Genji at the start as it's mostly pinning from genji and just mercy trying to be nice but also kinda likes him as well. Insert is Afro-latinx with Siren powers (not water powers just hypnosis with singing and claws, like syndel from MK mixed with milena)

Chatter filled the halls of the watch point, sometimes mechanical whirlling and occassional buzzes of the electrical screwdriver against different machines or vehicles. Down to loud banging and sizzling of torches to mend back broken metal. To someone whom wasn't accustomed to it, might find it to be an annoyance. All these noises can cause a bit of overstimulation on the senses but Genji grew used to it as he too made similar noises from his body from time to time. Instead he found it to be more of a welcome challenge everytime he meditated alone. Finding comfort in it instead. He mindlessly made his way to his room, wanting a bit of meditation before whatever hits his day. Wanting a small sliver of peace first..

He opened his room door, looking around to make sure nothing had been tampered with from his absence. Moving forward to enter the room, turning slightly to close the door behind him, enjoying his privacy. In a simple breath, he sat down in the middle of his room. Crossing his legs, placing his right hand on his thigh, while the other was in front of his chest. Allowing his mind to go in complete silence....

Beautiful

Graceful

Peaceful

Silen- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Genji! You in there? Winston callin' us Inna meeting. Says it's for all of us."

Cole persists with banging on the door awaiting an answer behind the door. With a sigh, Genji gets up, opening the door coming face to face with a slightly amused cowboy.

"I had a feeling Athena wasn't able to snap you outta that little meditation of yours."

He chuckles softly at the thought of Athena trying to get genji's attention. He turns in the direction of the conference room and begins walking, expecting genji to follow. Which he did with no hesitation not that far behind Cole. Genji started to speak, deciding to keep up with the conversation.

"Sooo do you have any idea on what exactly this is about?"

He questions as Cassidy ponders it for a moment to remember if Winston did ever explain but just shrugged his shoulders...

"No not exactly."

Or maybe he just wasn't exactly paying attention and that's the reason he couldn't answer genji.

The pair carry on through the halls, Cole mindlessly guiding genji to their destination in silence. Taking in the other sounds around them. Cole stops, opening the door in front of him. Finally arriving to the conference room, heads turn in the direction of the noise while Winston stands clapping his hands together with a smile

"Ah finally! Genji and Cole are here, we can get started!"

They both sit in their respective seats. Genji next to a restless Lena rocking back in forth in her seat with a smile, Reinhardt on the other side of him. While Cole sits between Angela and Brigette whom are both focused on Winston.

Winston moves his chair away from the table, pressing a few buttons on it bring up a few faces and news articles along with it. He starts the run-down of this "mission"

"We've been contacted by a family run "organization" whom claims they want to assist us against Nul Sceptor and Talon. From all Intel I could gather about this so called organization are these."

He pulls closer a tabloid about this place, having it be called El Cielo de PR, run by a man whom called himself Fuego. It shows pictures of a man in his mid 20s assisting people with food, sending boxes of food to those in need, giving advice to those who ran from Null Sceptor and talon. In that same picture is him and two other people, a young girl no older than 10 and another male taller than the other two whom willingly helped the leader.

"They call themselves El Cielo de P.R which i believe roughly translates to the sky of Puerto Rico. They came into contact with null scepter a few times and same with talon, having a good stand against the two. From what ive gathered.. This is the leader with his younger siblings helping him with his plans."

He zooms in on the leader, noticing his height to be around 5'5 with long dark brown hair in a ponytail. A straight face pointed a bit upwards with his hands crossed over his stomach. Gangster like clothing and demeanor.

"They claim themselves to be an organization run by a family and not a cartel or anything gang like.. which I find a bit ironic to say the least."

He chuckles nervously as he shuffles through a few news papers about these people. Trying to find a better picture of the three, finally settling on one that had all three in a small home. Faces fairly visible in an old picture.

"Here is the second oldest"

Zooming into the face of a 5'11 man with glasses, short black hair and pimples covering a majority of his face with a nervous smile. A shy, simple thumbs up infront of his body.

"And the youngest sibling of the three."

Now it was a little girl sitting on some containers of food, hair nearly black and curly put up in a ponytail as well. Her legs were crosses over one another and hands both on her knees mimicking the eldest' expression. Glasses also on her face with two lost strands of hair. Prideful and serious in her expression.

"Now this tabloid is a few years old now, so I don't know if they had changed leaders but we will be meeting with them at a secluded area in which they control to assure safety of the meeting."

He closes the tabloids and puts his hands on the table. And with a serious tone he continues

"We will also proceed with max caution just in case. Only a few people will go in, making sure we stay in contact with base at all times. They also asked to speak with me specifically as they asked for the leader to chat with them."

Lena raises her hand and speaks out to Winston mostly but keeps the question open to anyone to answer.

"So where exactly will we be going to meet them and shouldn't we have a few people outside as well for a look out like a normal mission?"

Mei interjects with her own answer from across the table. Fixing her glasses and turning her attention to Lena then Winston.

"I think that will cause suspicion between us and what if they are truly trying to help. We need all the help we can get for this.."

Winston nods his head in agreement with Mei, turning his attention to Lena. Pulling up a few more tabloids about El Cielo, reading reasons as to why they've attacked other organizations around them.

"Mei's right. We can't treat this the same as a normal mission, they don't seem to be bad people or an evil organization that would do something like that unless we gave them a reason to. I mean haha, We have common enemies and they are willing to welcome us and give us aid."

Cole turns to Winston, raising his hand for a turn to speak.

"So if we won't treat this like a normal mission then whose going wit ya?"

Winston sits down in his chair, pondering for a moment. Who would he bring to back him up? Mei possibly but she can be a bit shy when it comes to conversations. Lena is a bit hyper for this but can be civil and control herself as well. Genji is calm and normally keeps to himself but also quiet when it come to combat. Echo as well would work.

"Well of course I'm going for this meeting.. Maybe genji and echo who might enjoy this. Anyone else can come along but I don't expect much trouble if we are civil with them."

They resume the topic having bits of conversations. Genji wasn't paying much attention to it, instead looking down at his hands a bit of unease. Why does this feel so familiar to him.. The little information and the 'happy family helping people'.. Was this a good idea? Then a distinct voice caught his attention

"Genji.. are you alright?"

Amongst the conversation was a small voice, slowly reaching out to him. He looks up to see Angela concerned over him, her hand outstretched to his shoulder slowly retracting it as she finally made eye contact with the cyborg. He scanned her face, noticing her worried look. He smiled a bit to see her looking at him but shook his head softly. Finally he starts to respond to her.

"Yes.. I'm-"

"Alright, this meeting will take place three days from now, more specifically on Friday in a small town of Massachusetts close to the Main city. I will keep in contact with El Cielo, making sure we both are on the same page. I will get started with a few pre-cautions. Angela, can you assist me as well?"

She nods turning her focus to Winston then back to genji mouthing a small 'talk to me later'.. He nods seeing her figure get up and leave to follow Winston out of the room. The others follow in turn with Cole turning back to him, flicking his hat up a bit pausing at the door.

"Ya comin?"

He looks up to the cowboy, slowly nodding his head. Gathering himself before walking to the door, passing Cole a slight before responding.

"Yes, again I am fine."

Genji straightens himself up before wandered down the halls a bit, trying to find a nearby door to the outside. Cole's eyes never leaving his figure as he closes the door to the conference room. Heading down to his own room.

[ladylooch]

Do you feel like writing something angsty. I have an idea and I kinda wanna cry 👀

Let’s have our home girl Emma having a nightmare (or it actually happens) of T getting badly injured to the point he might have to get hospitalized and T is begging to see Emma. I’m in desperate need of vulnerable Timo

Omg… maybe this will heal us…. And the trauma from our dreams. Amen!

I didn’t even want to come to this game, I think to myself as my boots pound against the concrete. My YSL purse swings up and down my back as I hustle down the tunnel with a member of the Devils training staff. The babies are with Lexi. She told me to go when they said Timo needed to go to the hospital.

“Leave your keys. Nico and I will figure it out. Go, Em.”

I kissed my crying babies, wondering if I was making this all worse by leaving them, then turned and ran from the suite towards the elevator. 

My boots slow as I come to the back of the open ambulance. The paramedics hoist me up. I slide onto the bench next to Timo’s head, looking down at his closed eyes. He is white and looking unwell. A mask for oxygen is over his face as they work a needle into his opposite arm. They start him on a strong pain killer, hoping this will bring him back from the shock of his shattered leg from a trip into the boards.

“I’m here, baby.” I whisper, reaching out to rub the back of my knuckles over his face. 

“He’s starting to get pretty out of it.” The paramedic warns.

“Baby?” Timo suddenly asks. “Baby!” His face scrunches up, eyes starting to fill with tears. I can see how afraid he is. It rocks me to my core.

“Shhhhh.” I soothe him gently, leaning down to press my lips on his forehead. “You’re okay, T. I’m right here. It’s okay.” He is shaking as he reached for my hand. 

“Don’t leave me. Please.” 

“I won’t.” I promise.

"They tried to leave without you." I know this. They had not wanted to hold the ambulance for me but Timo had been screaming, causing a huge scene, saying he had patient rights.

“I know. I love you. I'm here.” I assure him.

“I’m scared.” He tells me honestly. “It’s bad. I can’t feel anything below my hip.” I glance up at the paramedics who avoid eye contact. Is it worse than I think? The sirens blare while the rollup door for the arena raises. The ambulance races through the streets of New Jersey in the middle off falling snow, sliding through stop signs and launching me into the side of the truck. Suddenly, Timo begins to writhe in pain. 

“I feel everything! Help me!” 

I am powerless as he begins to scream louder. My eyes squeeze shut, unable to handle the distressed look on his face.

“Emma? Emma?” Someone calls to me, making Timo’s screams fade.

My eyes pop open and I suck in a heavy breath. The walls of our living room come into focus, illuminated by the faint glow of a few candles I had been burning. Timo is rubbing my shoulder.

“Quite the dream..” He smiles softly.

“Oh.” I sigh, sitting up to throw my arms around his shoulders. I curl into his body. His arms come around me, holding me close. “It was so bad. You were hurt.” 

“I’m not hurt tho. I’m right here. I’m okay.” I reach down for his right leg, seeing it in perfect condition. I pull away, looking at his face which is tan and flushed from the warm Fall night we had been having. A heavy sigh calms my racing heart.

“Okay.” I nod. “What time is it?”

“9:30pm. Babies are tucked in. Now it’s time for you.” He kisses my nose. I blink a few times, trying to ground myself back in reality, but I’m still shook. 

“I don’t know what I would do if something ever happened to you out there.” 

“You’ve seen me get hurt?" He questions. It is true, including three years ago when he broke the same leg in question.

“Not like this.” Timo gets serious, sensing my distress is more than just a bad dream. 

“I’m okay, baby. I promise to keep myself safe out there for you and the babies.” I close my eyes, nodding in appreciation.

“Okay. Put me to bed.” He stands, picking me up in the process. 

“Chances I get lucky from this dream?”

“High. Extremely high.” 

Timo fist pumps discreetly behind my back. 

[dxwnfxll]

Can you do Nerevar hcs??? Both sfw and nsfw if it’s ok

You bet !

Super sorry if this seems OOC, i'm kinda just using my own hcs 🧍‍♀️

Nerevar hcs !!

For gn reader (unless specified)

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- Nerevar is a very chaotic person, always dragging you into things you hardly have knowledge about.

- he had a hard time expressing his feelings towards you when he developed a crush, so the way he tries to show you his feelings is through gifts and poems Vehk definitely didn't help him write.

- he isn't a super jealous person or anything, but if he sees someone obviously trying to flirt with you he'll pop up with an arm on your side and be like "oh hey LOVE who's this?" And he'll make sure to glance at the person as he speaks to you

- After he comes back from whatever quest he and his friends had to do. He'll immediately run over to you and embrace you as if he expected to never see you again

- He's also super touchy, his hands always either resting in yours or on your side. He acts like he's going to explode if he doesn't hold your hand

- He's a loud romantic, very public too. He's the type to stand out of your window and throw rocks until you finally open it

- his kisses are very tender and sweet, he usually ends up dipping you whether you're taller or not. Meanwhile Voryn and the rest of the gang are like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

- if he could he'd lay in bed with you forever, his fingers tracing whatever his eye catches. Scars, tattoos, curves etc

- he'd carry you, you don't even need to ask! He'll just casually scoop you up and run off. What? Were you doing something important? Darn too bad

- he probably annoys the shit out of his friends when he talks about you cause he.doesn't.stop. he will go on a whole rant about how much he likes you before and after getting with you. Insert Ayem eye twitch

- very fidgety person I would imagine, his hands have to be doing something. So besides the hand holding and stuff he'll play with your hair (if you have any) or have his fingers mess with yours

- He won't let you come on quests with him, he's a little over protective especially if you hardly know how to wield a blade or use any magic. Hell even IF you know how to do that stuff he's still gonna be like "yeaahhh no"

- he loves calling you different lil nicknames, like 'love' or 'darling' and if you ever marry him he'll call you his queen/king

••||NSFW||••

- Body worship..oh for him? No. It'll probably be a shocker since he's y'know but he will worship every part of you as if Azura made you from the stars themselves. Bonus points if you don't like something about yourself, prepare to hear how that part of you is perfect in everyway with little kisses there

- again very touchy in bed too, very gentle though with his touches (unless you ask for him to be a little more rough) his touches are also a bit teasing sometimes. Which he'll laugh off when you give him the look

- love bites. Of course he gives love bites and he puts them in spots where everyone will see (and some in places where they won't ever see them). His favorite places to leave them so far are on your chest/breasts, your neck, and your inner thigh

- chest man, doesn't matter how flat you are or what body you were born in. He loves your chest, he'll come up behind you on occasion (in the privacy of either his room or yours) and slink his hands to them giving a playful squeeze while he's at it

- He loves having you in his lap, sure it'll start off normal at first. You just sitting there as his hand travels up your side, then YOU will be the one to shift a bit teasing him. He won't say anything though just give your side a squeeze as he lets you continue.

- his favorite position is your back against his, the two of you resting on your knees with his head in the crook of your neck. Of course he might trail some love bites down your back

- i imagine him as a switch so he doesn't take charge all the time, if you want to lead he certainly won't mind. Praise him he really enjoys it

- He's not the type of person to do 'it' just anywhere, he really only prefers his room, your room or if you're out in the wilds his tent

- doesn't really like doing quickies but he can do them, he prefers the moment to be more passionate and to take his time. But if you're both really needing to 'let loose' he might indulge

- he doesn't make many kinks, i really only imagine him with a praising or a body worship one. He's open though to any you might have and he'll definitely voice if he likes them or not

That's all! I hope you enjoyed

And i apologize for the nsfw bit if it's lacking, i am still slightly new to writing nsfw LOL

Requests are always open! See ya!

[rolandrockover]

Halloween Special

First of all, I am one of those who have never, and I emphasize never ever, seen the Paul Lynde Halloween Special from 1976 in my entire life.

So I could easily be persuaded to claim that this production could only have any real meaning for anyone who sat in front of the television as a child and watched the recording on the original broadcast date. It should go without saying that this circumstance has more than often provided the decisive impulse for a lifelong fan existence, and I'm not talking about the one and only Paul Lynde, but once more about everyone's favorite band, of course.

And even if the television had happened to be switched on in my parents' house on 29 October 1976 and actually had US reception, I think I was still a little too focused on maintaining a reasonably steady balance between my dignity and my diapers as a newcomer to this material world to recognize what was going on in the flickering box with regard to my future beloved rock artists. If my baby carriage had been next to the TV. Anyway, so much for me personally.

But none of this should be a reason enough for me not to take on this challenge, after all, it's Halloween, the perfect setting for the likes of us. So let's sit down and watch together as Kiss impatiently storm the stage of the Paul Lynde Show and perform playback and short versions of their selected hits, all of which come from the then best-selling studio album Destroyer (1976).

Paul (Stanley), at the beginning, almost seems a little insecure and innocent like a young fawn, which nevertheless quickly gives way to his newfound Sturm und Drang post Destroyer performance extraordinaire. And it should, because after all, he has to lift two of the three performances almost exclusively on his shoulders, and the cameras hardly want to let go of him. And it should come as no surprise, because it's almost uncanny how young and handsome he looks. That can hardly be just the make-up.

Gene remains fully in rock n' roll jump demon mode, at least as long as the band performs, but thus only acts in the background and almost invisibly, see above, and when he is allowed to speak is pretty reminiscent of his appearance in Attack of the Phantoms (1978). But the fire, when spitting, is real in this case, and no low budget special effect.

For Beth, Peter gets to do what Eric Singer has been condemned to eternal fan death for years by all those old schooled real fans, namely sit at the piano and pretend he's actually playing the orchestral background music single-handedly while laying his voice over that shapely crust of frosting in real time. Gently, but equally anonymous. Maybe that was somehow for the best.

And Ace, well, Ace mostly just stands around stoically and bravely shakes his upper body left and right beyond his center, occasionally letting his tired arms hang out like a windmill, which may have something to do with his guitar playing. Ace is Ace and has always been Ace. What else can I say?

There's also one or two forced one-liners in the margins, devised by routined TV writers who, in the mercy of us all, we'd be better off saving. If Sean Delaney signed off on it, he must have been obviously pretty lenient. And that's basically it. More or less, because I only watched the Kiss segments, I just couldn't face the rest.

Only... those sequences with Margaret Hamilton, you know, the green witch from The Wizard of Oz (1939), reprising her role in full costume, almost 40 years after that fantastic movie. And there's just this one thing that still gives me pause, because of this little photo I stumbled across.

Did Gene get her laid or not? The witch. In full witch uniform and demon battle armor, of course. I mean, without wanting to be indiscreet, I think there should be reason enough to suggest that he kinda did (1).

What kind of sight would that have been?

Burn Witch Burn, Oo-Ooh?

Side Note:

(1) Anyone who has read Gene's biography Kiss and Make-Up (2001) should have no major doubts about this possibility. And if you had a culinary preference for sea food before, you might not have had any afterwards.

I highlighted the Kiss segments. The first includes Detroit Rock City, and the second Beth, some talk and jokes and King of the Night Time World:

Paul Lynde Halloween Special (1976) (1)

Paul Lynde Halloween Special (1976) (2)

[firespirited]

Ladies, gentlemen and enbans,

Meet my beautiful new second hand cane!

I've been procrastinating about buying one for a while with various foldable or footed ones in wishlists and today... there it was. and while I can't use it much due to the shoulder pain, it's already helped me stand in place longer than possible without it.

Sis saw a Facebook post about an indoor garage sale for today, within my walking abilities *but* up the hill (we live on one side of a three side "bowl" of foothills so technically everything is pretty much up or down but this hill is like 12 degree incline in parts)

I said I'd consider this adventure if we could do a trial run. So we made the trek with the dogs. Lily remembered that she could run, a huge yellow lab gave her a massive rock she was carrying in her mouth, there were acorns everywhere and a nice lil bridge at sitting height for us to stop and rest.

So today, we set out in the rain, minus dogs, to the unknown just a house with stuff for sale : would it be stuff left from a move, a death, just decluttering, expensive fancy stuff, kids stuff?

We arrived early (turns out dogs sniffing around takes up an extra ten minutes) and watched as half a dozen cars pulled up, which is wild. People are never early round here! guess the antiquing folks like to be there as soon as the doors open.

Two middle aged ladies ushered us all into their yard and then into the teeny tiny house to three rooms divided by a staircase, none of it seemed to follow geometry. Two daughters selling their mother's various collections to make space: mugs, books, vinyls, paintings, cat sculptures, silverware and lots of fabric findings. She had been a seamstress. There were tins filled with buttons, I would have bought some but knew I had to carry it home.

One seemed a little panicked after running around setting things down in the yard so I helped with a frame and asked how she was doing with all this and we chit chatted for a while. From what I understand at least one of the daughters is living there on a higher floor, the cats don't need rehoming and one had to be forcibly removed from a comfy nest in the fabric stash just before everyone arrived. 😁 They're doing ok but the clutter was overwhelming and they hoped some of it might sell and be taken away, simply, without third parties or listings. Quite a few of the furniture pieces got claims within the 45 minutes we were there so I think they'll be fine.

I saw the cane in a set of three at the entry to the yard within 20 seconds and I knew it was the one, it carried me through the rest of the visit in any case. Didn't ask about other medical equipment (Medical buyback doesn't give you much and buying from the medical shops is expensive so it's advantageous to all parties. I got my wheelchair for double the buyback from a dude who didn't need it anymore and it was less than a third of the price). But I get the impression she was fairly able bodied with maybe a little help walking only.

There was no sewing machine in sight so either it's gone to the daughters or it was sold for a lot more than today's low priced bits and bobs. I was kinda hoping I might get to witness an antique Singer in the footpedal desk or the square looking 70s Singer in the case when I heard the word seamstress - granny used to have both when I was little.

Clothes, shoes and grooming items were all missing too. The ladies might not be at the point where they feel ready for that yet. Maybe they needed the clutter 'space' to be able to do a more personal sort out.

So quite the adventure. I didn't get the "shop overload" because the lights and sound were normal, items were in boxes with the price per item or to ask (understood to be under 10€) no confusing pricing between washing liquids per wash, per litre, per kilo and special offer (aka what's the catch). It was cramped but no people megastress either so that was manageable.

I did start thinking about what we leave behind on the way home. Did chat a little with sis about our most prized treasures and how they're imbued with value that no one else would know about by just looking at them. We both felt a little gloomy over that so switched to talking about the types of person we'd seen.

[perlapulido]

Life's An Adventure

Summary: Life in a small town as a photographer with her friends is a bit dull but when she meets a talking Hedgehog with unbelievable powers is about get interesting.

Ch1

It very early in the morning as a cop walked out of his house heading down to his parked car in front of a large van with the windows covered with black curtains. He yawned while stretching his arms a little and went to the van knocking on the driver side. The vehicle shook a bit as a woman with pink ombre hair wearing a tank top and black shorts rolled down her window. "Morning Raine." Said the cop smiling at her. "Morning Tom. What time is it?" Said Raine yawning. "Five forty five." Said Tom after checking his watch. "Why did you wake me up? You and Maddie know im a night owl." Said Raine rubbing her left eye. "Only because your a photographer who lives in a van with no plumbing." Said Tom. "Listen i need your help loading your van with our stuff for the move." He says. "Am i getting paid?" Said Raine. "With Donuts and coffee plus your kinda living here for free." Said Tom. "Anything else?" Said Raine. "No but could check to make sure no raccoons are in the garage again." Said Tom. "Fine." Said Raine leaning back in her seat closing the window and curtain. She went back on her bed lifting half the cushion to reveal her compartment of clothes, food, and water bottles. Laying on top was a backpack which she took along some clothes to change to. Driving out of the neighborhood towards the woods Raine parked her van on the side of the road and went for a walk with her backpack. She looked at the sky seeing the colors changing a little as she was searching for a tree to climb up. Putting a good grip on the branch to pull herself up and grab onto the bark reaching high to her level to show the sunrise.

Faint cracking caught Raine's attention making her looking down at the branch she was using her weight on as she just sat down on. "Just snap should do. Better make this one count." Said Raine lifting up her camera that was around her neck. She looked through the lenses getting a perfect angle about to take the picture. Cracking. Loud Snap. Beep. Raine felt wind around and looked down seeing the ground getting closer and shut her eyes to expect the hard hit but never came. Opening her eyes Raine found herself seated on a large rock a few feet away from she was supposed to fall with her camera and backpack on her lap. Standing up Raine looked up at the broken branch before searching the area for anything that can explain how she some how survived the fall. She then saw a pathway that looked fresh like someone past through not long ago and followed it. Raine then heard something move behind her and turned to find nothing but feeling a soft wind blowing her hair. "Hello?" She called out then yawned loudly. "Maybe i should get some more sleep to figure this out." Said Raine walking back to her van but stopped to see a print on the rock she was on. There was leftover dirt printing of a left shoe and looked again as a gut feeling was telling that she was being watched. "Whoever you are. Thank you." Said Raine before looking at the shoe print and walked back to her van. 

Driving to the side of the subway shop Raine walked out of her van entering the small building seeing a middle aged man sweeping the floor. "Don, can i get my usual?" Said Raine. "Coming up. Hows your morning?" Said Don walking to the back. "Alright except i almost died again." Said Raine. "What did you do?" Said Don. "I was climb up a tree to get a picture for the sunrise but the branch gave out and the next thing i know im sitting on a rock away from where i supposed to land." Said Raine. "Coffee?" Said Don. "Please." Said Raine. "Have you gotten enough sleep? You told me before that you tend to sleepwalk." Said Don. "Only if im extremely stressed out or stayed up all night." Said Raine. "Did you stay up?" Said Don. "No. I got woken up by Tom before he went to work and im feeling fine just tired." Said Raine as Don came with her fresh coffee with hazelnut cream. "Want it here or to go?" Said Don. "To go." Said Raine then heard the bell go off. "I get the blue demon." Said the man walking to the register. "Carl. Theres no blue demon." Said Don looking annoyed while going back to get Raine's order. "I got attacked by it last night and this morning. Its too fast for my traps." Said Carl. "Did you get bad meat again?" Said Raine. "No and i wasn't drinking either. The blue demon is still out there." Said Carl. Don came back with a bag handing it to Raine and went to Carl as they began to argue. Raine took her bag and coffee walking inside her van heading back to the wooded area to catch up on her sleep. She began to pull up her laptop to upload the pictures from her camera watching the numbers going up feeling herself dozing off into a deep sleep.

Hours later Tom drove back to his house walking in seeing Raine in the kitchen eating a salad while doing something on her laptop. "Got some good pictures." Said Tom. "Thats what im trying to figure out. Since someone choose to wake me up too early i decided to get a picture of the sunrise and almost got hurt." Said Raine. "Did you climb the trees again?" Said Tom taking a cherry tomato from her fork. "No i flied. Of course i did. But heres the thing that made me confused. After the branch broke underneath me and falling to my death. I ended up sitting on a huge rock that was few feet away like nothing happened." Said Raine grabbing another tomato. "You're sure that you werent seeing things or sleeping walking?" Said Tom. "I was awake and im waiting for t-Hold it. I got something." Said Raine seeing the full image. She looked at the screen to show a blurred photo of Raine facing the camera in mid air falling and blue line spinning around the trees towards her. Tom looked over to see it and was confused himself before pulling out a quill from his pocket. "What is that?" Said Raine looking at the sparking quill. "I found it during my shift. First i saw the speed meter go off with very high rates then this on the ground." Said Tom. "Well it does match the color on my photo." Said Raine. "Coincidence." Said Tom putting down near the couch. Raine looked at the quill then at the photo and turned off the screen letting it charge. She felt a paw on her leg looking down to see Tom's dog making her smile. "Tom, im taking your dog out!" Raine screamed then heard a thud. "You dont have to go screaming banshee on me." Said Tom from upstairs. "Did you fall on your flat butt?" Said Raine rubbing the golden retriever on his head. "Just take Comet out." Said Tom. (Idk the dog's name btw) Raine leashed the dog before taking her phone with her and headed out to the park.