#water anon is just confused but unbothered

[wateranon]

"Hey don't call Water Anon that. What the fuck did it do to you??" - @nottakingresponsibility (giggling hi!! HE'S SO UPSET)

IT FINE JIMMY , SILLY LITTLE WORD MEAN NOTHING TO WATER ANON.

[bp-zb1fics]

this has been in my mind for while , but omg can i req a student council pres shanbin and vice pres reader 🤭 maybe a angst-fluff?? like what if the reader likes hanbin but yk the cliche idt he likes me after the reader saw him smiling at a confession he received , this thought has been stuck in my mind for awhile have been deluluing abt it 😞😞. Hope you have a amazing day btw!! drink lots of water!! stay healthhyy💟💟

-🦝

you do like me?

pairing: student council president shanbin x vice president reader

pronouns: none used

genre: highschool au, angst, fluff

tw/tags: student council things, pining, many many confessions, how is hanbin real, having feelings and not wanting them, confusion, misunderstanding, lowkey heartbreak but not really, lack of self care, implied fainting, fainting aftermath, worried bin, swearing, reader is exhausted by everything and their own feelings honestly same

wc: 1797

summary: you’re not confessing to hanbin, even if it hurts, it simply is not professional.

a/n thanks for requesting 🦝 anon! This au was so perfect for shanbin 💜💜 lowkey reader is kinda done by the end of it but like in the nicest way possible~ pls let me know what you think 💜 hope you have a great day!! take care of yourself as well!!

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Let’s face it. Everyone in school has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point.

Handsome, polite, impossibly nice, infinitely patient, smart, talented, an incredible dancer, good-looking and did you mention handsome? Yes you did. 

Okay. It wasn’t like you were too bad yourself seeing as you were able to get elected as his vice president. But seriously, how do people like Sung Hanbin exist?

You swear he gets a confession every week. Sometimes more than that. And you know this because you’re coming out of the council room and there the poor boy or girl stands, waiting. Usually holding something like flowers or chocolates or snacks or a little trinket or a handwritten note. One time, it was a giant stuffed hamster. You didn’t even want to know how they managed to bring that to school. 

And there’s always just a second or two of awkward eye contact before you call for Hanbin. He goes out and you walk away, not wanting to intrude. Some of them take it gracefully, they thank him politely for taking the time to hear about how they feel and leave looking maybe a little shaken but unbothered. Sometimes he even receives the gift they prepared if they insist and offer it to him without any obligations. You’ve seen your fair share of criers, running past you down the hall, furiously wiping away tears. And some of them got a little crazy. But that’s a whole other story.

Which brings you back to your point. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. Some of them confess to him. They get rejected. They get over it. And you? Well you thought if you ignored your feelings enough they would gradually disappear. They didn’t.

So yes. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point, you included. It’s just that you’ve never got the nerve to confess. And worse, you haven’t gotten over it.

“And these are my recommendations for the committees moving forward, any questions?”

Polite applause. No one asks questions. Hanbin takes his seat next to you as the teacher presiding over your meeting thanks all of you for your time.

“Hey,” He whispers to you. “Thanks for organising all the committee info for me.”

You had taken the time to put everything he was going to present for the meeting into flashcards and even finetuned his presentation for him.

“I’m the vice president,” you whisper back. “It’s what I’m supposed to do. Literally don’t worry about it.”

“Still,” he smiles. “You really went all out. I couldn’t have done such a good presentation without you. So thank you.”

This is precisely the reason why you still haven’t gotten over your crush on him. How is this man real??

“Let me buy you dinner,” he offers. If this was any other guy, you’d think he was asking you out. But it’s Sung Hanbin and he treats all of the council members all the time.

“I’m going out with the events committee for a planning session. And you have a dinner meeting with one of the school board members later for a possible sponsorship for the event that we’re supposed to be planning so you might want to go to that instead.”

“Right! Right, I nearly forgot. Seriously, how are you such a lifesaver?

“I do my best.” You deadpan in an effort to not blush dammit, just because you have a crush doesn’t mean you have to be such a simp. But really, it’s not good for your heart when he compliments you like that.

He trails after you as you walk out of the council room.

“Maybe dinner tomo…?” Your suggestion dies in your throat as you meet eyes with the latest in Hanbin’s long line of confessions.

She must be one of the underclassmen because you don’t recognise her right away. But she’s so aesthetically pretty, smiling so beautifully when she sees Hanbin behind you.

“I’m sorry to bother both of you but can I talk to Hanbin-oppa for one moment?” God, she’s so polite that you feel bad for disliking this. She even thanks you when you nod and step aside. You’re surprised that she addresses him so casually but Hanbin doesn’t seem to mind at all. And Hanbin, the way he’s smiling at her makes all feelings in your heart die, stone cold and shattered.

Stupid crush. You don’t know why you have it in the first place. It’s annoying and unnecessary and completely unprofessional considering how you work together.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking down the hall when the girl skips past you, greeting you again politely and going on her way. She looks…happy. Did Hanbin accept her confession?

It bothers you. Of course it bothers you. You want to go home and burrow yourself into your bed like you always do whenever you think one of the confessions goes well. Even if it actually doesn’t. Maybe you’ll even cry a little. Or a lot. So you do. After your planning session with the events committee, that is. A little heartbreak isn’t going to stop you from being a responsible vice president.

Being under the blankets, just hiding from the world, it’s nice. You can pretend. Maybe there’s a world where Hanbin does like you back….And now you’re sad again. Maybe you should confess. At least you can cry about it one last time and be done. But at the same time, why risk ruining the friendship you and Hanbin have going? Council meetings would be horribly awkward, maybe not for him but for you.

So you do what you always do after these little pity parties. You wash your face, drink a glass of water and try to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll be fine. Or at least, you’ll look fine. Hopefully.

You’re not fine. I mean you don’t look like shit but you’re definitely just going through the motions. At least, you’re busy. There are committees to check in with, teachers to talk to, your fellow council members giving updates and you just organising everything for the next meeting.

It’s a whirlwind. You barely see Hanbin beyond class and passing him papers or messages for all the school-related matters he needs to deal with. It’s easy to sink into it. To put your feelings aside and just work. You’re the fucking vice president and you need to do your job right.

Maybe it’s beginning to wear into you, just a bit. Missed meals, lost sleep, running around school, it’s all bound to build up. So maybe you’re not that surprised when you wake up in the nurse’s office. She’s helping you sit up, giving you vitamin water to sip and scolding you for overexerting yourself. If you had been out of cold for any longer, they would have sent you straight to the hospital for an IV. She actually offers but you say you’re fine. Instead, she insists you rest until the next period and then go home for the day. You can’t. You have meetings. But apparently it’s that or the hospital so you stay put.

Hanbin comes in a little later to check on you because of course he does.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, quiet and gentle in a way that makes your chest hurt and it’s not from passing out.

“I’ve been better.”

“I was really worried, seriously.”

“You need to worry about the meeting later. Getting sent home after this so someone else will need to do my part of the presentation. Also need a replacement for the committee session I'm supposed to be checking in with.”

“I’ll take care of it, honestly don’t worry, just take care of yourself.”

“I will, I will. And you don’t need to do that, Gunwook’s been wanting more responsibilities, let him take it. Really don’t worry about me.”

Hanbin’s quiet for a moment.

“I really can’t help it. Don’t you know how much I panicked when I saw you on the floor? It’s a good thing you didn’t hit your head too hard, I-”

“I’m fine now, you really don’t need to worry.” If he acts any more concerned, you swear you might cry.

It’s quiet again.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t not worry about you.”

You lean back on the cot, just watching him. Hanbin’s working up to something but between the slight dizziness you still have going and the fatigue that’s come crashing down, you have no idea.

“You know I really like you a lot?”

Damn, you’re definitely hallucinating.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve been really obvious about it. I thought you noticed and just didn’t say anything because you didn’t like me and saying it would mess with the council.”

You sit up.

“Wait, you're serious?”

Hanbin looks confused, maybe a little offended.

“Do you think I’m not being serious?”

“I don’t know, okay? You literally get a confession every week.”

“And I always tell them no because I like you.”

“How about that girl the other day?”

“Oh you mean my cousin? She just wanted to see you and then tease me about it when you left.”

“...Your cousin?”

“...Yeah?”

You sigh, collapsing back onto the cot, too exhausted to react properly.

“For the record, I’ve had a fucking crush on you for like forever and I can’t believe this is happening and I’m probably going to freak out about it once I’m less tired.”

His expression goes from surprise to happiness and back to confusion but he’s definitely shuffling closer to you.

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

You look at him incredulously before letting out an even louder sigh. God, this man is going to be the death of you.

“Maybe take me out to that dinner you promised and I’ll tell you why.”

“Okay!”

There’s a very pregnant pause before he goes:

“...Sooo you do like me?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes I like you. I like you Sung Hanbin so fucking much I’m a little mad that you’re making me say it right now”

He smiles, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Well that’s good because I like you too.”

“...Mhmm”

“What? What else do you want me to say?”

“Oh nothing, I don’t know, I think that was a little underwhelming compared to what I thought it would be.”

And then he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead, all shy and bashful, the audacity of this man. And he says your full name.

“I just want you to know that I like you very, very much~ and I’m glad you feel the same way~”

Fucking right, you do.

Everyone in school had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. But he’s only ever liked you.

[moonspirit]

Aruani bathing/showering together in a nonsexual way

Oohhhhhhh anon!! I love love LOVE this!

There's something very intimate about the act of bathing together. See, bathing is a process of cleaning oneself, and it involves touching places to get rid of trapped sweat and dirt in a, let's say, "unbothered" way. We're not typically concerned with looking pretty or sexy while scrubbing the backs of our knees or our armpits clean. We cry. We lie limp. We sing. We dance. We make funny faces in the mirror with soap suds on the tops of our heads. We dream up elaborate stories where we're the MC. Bathing is a very personal thing imo, a moment when we can just be ourselves in the rawest, most naked, most "unsightly" form of existence.

And so it is for Aruani as well. Letting each other into this very vulnerable act or unwinding is special and beautiful.

Maybe Armin's feeling broken from stress and anxiety. Maybe he's sick. Maybe he's missing his parents. Maybe he feels lonely or weak or scared. When he shares a bath with Annie, whether it's his idea or hers, it's an act he's letting her witness and be a part of. He's allowing her to watch how he scrubs his back, how he relaxes in the water, how the tips of his fingertips wrinkle after too long. He's naked, more naked than just naked, he's dirty, and he washes it away, before her.

And maybe Annie's confused and scared. Maybe she's overwhelmed with all the feelings she's never known to deal with before. Maybe she's fraught with worries she doesn't know how to speak aloud. Maybe she's terrorized with the stress from nightmares of herself in the crystal or her childhood. Maybe she just lonely and unloved and untouched, pining for more affection than usual. When she allows Armin into sharing her bath, she's letting down her walls and revealing her barest self with all it's ten thousand little weaknesses. She's letting him see soft skin, coloured different beneath the water. Her hair is plastered to her forehead in an unflattering manner, there's sweat under her breasts, and dust on her collarbones, but she lets him watch as she cleans herself and even allows him to do it for her.

It's soap and murky water and tears and laughter between their fingers, interlaced or simply resting at a distance.

And then. There is washing someone when they can't do it themselves.

Maybe Armin's just woken up after 5 days from a fever induced sleep. When Annie takes him into the bath, helps him undress, and pours water over his bare shoulders and legs, it's an act of service and love.

Maybe Annie's hurt, wounded and injured, and isn't able to take a shower by herself. When Armin sits her in the bath, pinning her hair up as best as he can, touching her injuries as gently as possible, it's an act of service and love.

There's so much more to having a bath together than the obvious nakedness of it.

[wolken-himmel]

In which Riddle turns into a young child because of one of Ace's pranks going wrong.

Now, (Y/n) has to take care of Riddle, and maybe the prefect can teach him a valuable life lesson doing so.

Requested by anon.

"(Y/n), how are you doing~?"

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching, accompanied by an obnoxious voice, made the poor birds on your front lawn scurry for their dear lives. And as they left, you, who had been watering flowers until now, realised that your peaceful moment for yourself had come to an end.

Your eyes travelled upwards to find a friend of yours approaching. "Ace? What are you doing here?" With a quirked eyebrow, you narrowed your eyebrows suspiciously — especially when he wouldn't answer. "You rarely ever visit—" you muttered under your breath while trying to catch a glimpse of the smaller figure behind him, "unless you somehow managed to get into trouble with Riddle. Please don't tell me you made him angry again..."

Ace shot you a sheepish smile. "Uh— well. It's difficult to explain. It all started innocently! Just another prank because I was bored. So, I slipped something into his slice of cake. And uh... something strange happened," he trailed off and stepped aside to finally reveal whoever was hiding behind him. "See for yourself."

Your eyes grew in surprise upon recognising him: It was Riddle, but something was off about him. The boy's eyes never met yours, much to your surprise. That's when you realised what was wrong. "Wait, Riddle got even smaller?" you asked in confusion.

"I'm not small!" Riddle screamed out, his head turning red. "Y-You're just too tall!"

"And," you continued, unbothered, "his voice also is much higher."

By then, the small boy's head threatened to explode with how red his face had gotten. A cry of frustration escaped his lips as he pointed to a nervous Ace. "That's because this idiot over there turned me into a child!" the dorm leader yelled at the top of his lungs. "I swear if my age didn't affect my unique magic, you'd be headless for the rest of your time here at NRC, Trappola!"

Your jaw almost touched the ground. "I can't believe it..." you muttered and turned to Ace. "You turned Riddle into a child... What were you thinking—?"

Pure desperation clouded your friend's eyes as he flung himself at your feet and clasped his hands together. "(Y/n), please help me!" he begged while trying to defend himself from the young child that tried to kick him. "I'm not good with children, neither am I good with Riddle! You need to take care of him for me, at least until he returns to normal."

"Well, why not." You shrugged before picking up your abandoned watering can.

Ace froze at your reply. "Wait, you didn't say no?" he asked in disbelief, yet his expression of surprise quickly morphed into pure joy.

"Looking after Riddle won't be hard, Ace." You grimaced and rolled your eyes. "He knows how to behave himself, unlike you..."

Ace sighed. "Harsh. But you're right."

Riddle nodded along happily, an expression of contentedness on his face. And whenever you turned away to quickly water your flowers, Riddle would stick his tongue out at Ace, only to return to his angelic smile when you gazed upon him again.

"Now, just leave and make sure to return with a cure or something like that," you said and shooed the culprit away.

Ace didn't let you repeat yourself. Within a split second, he had turned around and ran away as if his life depended on it — and it probably did.

After he was gone, the silence and peace that had formerly occupied your garden returned, and so did the animals that he had spooked away.

"I hate him," Riddle sneered immediately.

The comment drew a chuckle from your lips, and you had to admit that his disgruntled expression made him even more adorable. Unable to suppress a smile, you muttered, "Of course, sweetie. All of Heartslabyul knows of your love for Ace." You extended a hand and used it to ruffle his red hair.

An annoyed Riddle swatted your hand away. "Don't treat me like a little child! I may be stuck in a younger body, but that doesn't affect my mental maturity—" He interrupted himself with a gasp, his eyes suddenly wide and brimming with awe. His gaze seemed to be fixated on the beet of flowers behind you. "Wait, are those butterflies?" he breathed out and wandered over to the little insects excitedly.

You eyed him in amusement. "Yeah, they tend to like the flowers I recently planted."

"They're pretty..." The boy seemed fascinated by a blue monarch butterfly in particular, and he gasped whenever the little insect proudly fluttered its wings.

The sight caused your heart to swell. To see him so genuinely fascinated by something so trivial was an entirely new side to him — perhaps he had lied when saying that the potion that Ace had slipped into his cake didn't affect his psyche. You merely chuckled when you noticed the shy smile forming on his lips.

"Go on, try to catch one."

Your voice seemed to have snapped him back to reality. The dreaminess in his eyes disappeared, now replaced by hesitancy. In the end, he shook his head. "That would be a waste of time. Mother never liked it when I spent energy and effort on a task that wouldn't bear useful fruits of labour." A deep sigh escaped his lips as he fully turned away from the butterfly and crossed his arms. "Perhaps I should go study for the upcoming chemistry test," he said in disappointment.

You stopped him before he could ask you to retrieve his books from his room. "While I do think that being productive is a good thing, it's not as if you need to be productive all the time." Your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, you smiled down at him encouragingly. "Some things just bring you pleasure and happiness instead of viable results. That doesn't mean they're any less important."

Although doubt still clouded his eyes, Riddle nonetheless nodded slowly. "...I see."

All out of a sudden, your eyes lit up in realisation. "Hold on, I think I have a net lying around that you could use to catch some butterflies!" you exclaimed and at once removed your grasp on his shoulders. "Let me get it real quick." And without another word, you were gone, having stormed inside of Ramshackle.

Your words still echoed around in his vacant head when he turned his gaze to the flower beet again. The blue butterfly still sat atop a stunning red rose, and the boy couldn't help but extend his hand towards the insect. "Hello, little one," he cooed softly. His breath hitched when the butterfly jumped onto his finger and fluttered its wings in satisfaction. "You are very beautiful, Mr. Butterfly..." The red-head exhaled in contentedness, the sight of the butterfly bringing him peace.

"There!" your voice cut through his newfound serenity. "Found it!"

Riddle simply smiled to himself upon hearing your voice. "So perhaps (Y/n) was right..." he mumbled as the blue butterfly flew off into the distance again. "Perhaps there is something valuable in things that simply exist for nothing more than to provide relaxation..." His lips curled into a smile. "...and happiness."

[inzsanewrites]

HELLAOOO, IM THE SAME ANON WHO REQUESTED CHILDISH READER HNNN AND I LOVED IT WWWW. So making another request but this time reader is passionate about making art !Thy just become so focused when they work on artworks!!! Reader uses watercolors as a medium for their art and has a sketchbook that TOTALLY DOES NOT HAVE SKETCHES OF JINWOO’S HANDSOME FACE AHAHAH (They always have graphite or paint smeared on their hands and face. Totally did not one time tell jinwoo a story about them starving themselves just to buy the art materials before they became jinwoo’s beloved),,,, Reader also loves to do digital art so Ik jinwoo bought them an Ipad which reader cant put down most of the time unless its lovey dovey time with our favourite monarch hueheheh. Also also Reder loves to draw on their iPad while sitting on Jinwoo’s lap<333

Artist S/O Gets an IPad

“… and that’s why I didn’t eat last month.”

Jin-Woo was speechless at your explanation to your sudden weightless in the threshold of your art studio. There was plastic lining the entire room and a large canvas with water paint splatters on it. From the looks of water balloons placed on the floor, you had been tossing water balloons filled with paint at the canvas.

Jin-Woo didn’t have it in him to be mad. You made some obvious sacrifices for the art you were so passionate about and he didn’t have the heart to be mad, especially when he took in your shining eyes and paint covered face and plastic overalls. But still starving yourself was a bit too much

“Then next time why don’t you head over? Mom’s always happy to have you around.”

If you two had been any less closer in your relationship, you would have refused but instead you nodded enthusiastically.

“I will! It’s always fun bunking with Jin-Ah.”

‘Or me’ Jin-Woo couldn’t help but think.

As he made his way across the plastic floors he suddenly became aware of the box in his hand.

“Sarang? Could you come here for a moment? I have a present for you.”

You happily skipped over, unaware of the paint slipping off your overall to the floor.

“What is it, Woo?”

“Here. Why don’t you open it?” Jin-Woo said as he handed it to you.

You sat down on the floor and tore the box into pieces. Once you saw the IPad Pro equipped with the new generation Apple Pencil inside, your eyes welled up with tears. You held it delicately suddenly aware of you painted stained hands.

Jin-Woo sat himself down next to you.

“How is it, Sarang? Do you like it?”

You placed the tablet the down and tackled him.

“Are you kidding me? I love it and I love you. Thank you so much.”

Jin-Woo gently brought you down and settled you in his lap and kissed you nose, unbothered by the paint on his monochrome clothes.

“I love you more.”

You let out a giggle.

“Impossible. Oh wait! Before I forget…”

You reached over for the IPad and pencil and quickly started it up and downloaded your preference of a drawing app and began sketching.

Jin-Woo seemed a bit confused as he couldn’t quite see what you were drawing.

“Y/n-ah, what are drawing?”

You smile seemed to contain the Sun as you responded.

“You.”

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted ( ◕‿‿◕ )

[frenchfrywrites]

hdhdhdhddd now I can’t stop thinking abt that😵‍💫 alrighty I’m making a request, headcannons on what the brothers would do if they wet themselves while sleeping with MC? make sure to drink lots of piss instead of water🥰🙏

-monsterfucker anon

Bros wet the bed with you sleeping in it

MINORS DNI

Lucifer

You’ll wake up before he does

He won’t even wake up unless you wake him up by jostling him a bit

Confused, embarrassed, and trying so hard not to cry

Please soothe him asap bc he'll be begging that you don’t tell anyone before you can get a word out edgewise

He calms down once you hold him and give him a few kisses

From there he kinda goes into a daze and lets you move him around and take care of him

Needs you to hold him in order to fall back asleep

Mammon

You’ll wake up before him

He will find some way to blame you for it so he doesn’t have to feel as embarrassed (“It’s cause of that horror movie ya made me watch before bed! Jerk!”)

He gets a bit misty eyed that he wasn’t awake for it to happen

He definitely got hard from it, and can’t decide if he wants you to get him off first or change the sheets first

He loves if you’ll humiliate him about it, or maybe even punish him

Anyways he's going to do it again because it was fun, but he might be awake for the next time

Levi

Answered here

Satan

He wakes up first

Not at all concerned

He knows it can be a normal thing, and with finals coming up he predicts that it’s most certainly due to his stress

He is a bit embarrassed though, just enough to make him blushy and soft spoken

It’s hard for him to accept your help, he wants to change his sheets by himself and do everything on his own

He’ll start to relax if you reassure and help him

If you tell him that you liked it in any way he'll be so relieved because his only anxiety comes from wondering about how you'll react

Asmo

Wakes up before you and freaks! out!

You’ll wake up to him changing out of his wet clothes and he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights

He'll start crying when he processes that you're awake and seeing him like this

Tell him it’s no big deal, and that you’ll help him and he’ll calm down a bit

Helps you clean up, and he’s super skittish, waiting for you to say something negative but it never comes

Needs lots of kisses and cuddles to feel better

In the morning he won't talk about it unless you do

Beel

You’ll wake up before him

He’s largely unbothered, like it doesn’t occur to him that this could be embarrassing

If anything he's likely confused about why this is happening, because it's never happened before

He’ll let you take care of him, looking at you dreamily

Will get horny when you manhandle him out of his wet clothes

Likely will want a quickie before he goes back to bed with you

Belphie

You’re 100% going to wake up before him

He could not give a fuck!

This has happened before and it’ll happen again because belphie is a menace that waits until very very last minute to go to the bathroom

Since he won’t care, he expects that you’ll take care of him

So good luck with getting him undressed and changing the sheets

He will thank you (with kisses and cuddles and… etc) though, like he’s a little bastard but he loves and appreciates you <3

[kalims]

Anon with the blues here! Sorry for the confusion haha, i wanted some comfort headcanons from the boys as your boyfriends/lovers. Thank you again :]

✉ ⋮ hello anon! I hope ur day goes better!! ^^ also sorry for the kinda(?) late response, I've been trying to get a hold of boys's personalities better and school just started to it sucks a lot.

⁀ ✦ chongyun

chongyun my love, my first main after noelle!!

the type of boyfriend to push you away gently when you try to embrace him with a guilty look plastered across his face.

unfortunately, as stated in his personality. he does desperate measures to prevent himself from warming up, hugs will only prove it worse otherwise. though he's incredibly guilty and a little sad that he can't provide you with the affection a normal boyfriend does.

absolutely finds himself culpable at your crestfallen expression that wipes off your face the moment you catch him staring, but he quickly composes himself as he outlooks the negatives by replacing it with a positive mindset.

chongyun always seeks out to compose himself before he switches to his... friendly and exited persona. as a means of a desperate effort to contain his feelings before it breaks out, he passive aggressively munches on his popsicle, trying to get you out of his mind and calm himself down.

the excessive amount of love that he feels isn't exactly beneficial as it ends up with his temperature gradually warming down which could also lead to his manic state. fear not, sometimes he swallows up his fears to wrap atleast one arm around you, testing the waters before it eventually transforms into a hug that made you feel a little woozy because it's never common for these type of things to happen in the first place!

xingqqui proves to be a menace these days, only ever greeting him with a sly smile. on those days, chongyun knows it's one of the times that xingqqui relentlessly pokes fun at him, even going as far as mentioning your name to get a reaction. unfortunately for him, chongyun proves to be quite the stoic boy that has a good grip on his emotions.

dates to the wanmin restaurant? he never agreed to it but xingqqui managed to trick you into going so now he has to because he knows that xingqqui is probably gonna expose him :(. he hates the place since it basically radiates heat, it being a restaurant and all. not to mention, the thought of yet another one of xiangling's spicy dishes already makes heat crawl up into his spine... *shivers*

he prefers to chill under the shade of a tree, perhaps a little distance away from the city for quiet time. his favorite is when winter rolls in, because he can freely touch you without much problem since the weather gradually cools him down.

you can't tell if his cheeks are flushed red from the cold or because of you.

chongyun come give me a kith kith. [flushed]

⁀ ✦ kaeya

smug bastard, unfortunately he's incredibly attractive which also means he can sway a lot of people with a mere sly smile and a low chuckle that seems to capture his onlookers in a trance, in short he's the perfect definition of an ideal boyfriend for teens! he's charming, sweet, and not to mention goddarn beautiful!

he's got a knack for charming the elders of mondstadt, even so they congratulate him warmly when he brings up that he's in a relationship when one of the old peeps tried to set him up with they're daughter/son. claiming that he'd be the perfect "husband and grandson." sad face, why does everybody have to like him damn it.

he lets go of your hand abruptly before catching you before you actually fall when you lean on an edge of a balcony for support, only using his hands by means of not hurling down to the ground for bone breaking. laughs lighty at your terrified expression as you cling at him and stare at down in horror.

not ashamed at all, he's the epitome of bold. propping his cheek against his palm as he stares at you with half lidded eyes and an unbothered smirk?? that's so attractive man it's almost unreal, he's got those "eyes." many envy you because bro? have you seriously felt the tension in this room??????

kaeya is surprisingly sentimental... there are times where you both just lay in bed, face to face with eachother, legs tangled up in eachother and blanket barely covering up the both of you as you gaze into each others eyes quietly in a sense of tenderness. call it an innocent moment if you'd like because it certainly is, there's just something about staring into your spouse's eyes and seeing nothing but love glimmering in it.

kaeya getting bored of his drink and insisting to taste yours? yes please, just imagine this. you're in the tavern with kaeya, he sips the rim of your cup, slowly. his eyes seemingly more duskier and.. dare I say seductive? than usual, as he maintains eye contact all while watching as your ears turn a shade of red, he severely enjoys and knows the effect he has on you.

despite him being able to slide in a conversation smoothly and effortlessly catching the attention of people, kaeya openly shows his disappointment when you leave my sighing in a dramatic fashion and avoiding your eyes, saying that you surely wouldn't wanna hang out with him.. yes, he's trying to guilt trip you but can you blame him? It isn't all fun when he drowns in the feeling of loneliness and you were the only one who'd actually come grace him with your presence and comfort him through tough times.

you even have to keep him from getting too intoxicated unless he gets drunk and tries to mess with diluc.. again..

⁀ ✦ dansleif

there is no doubt that little is known about dansleif, even as his lover. you barely remember anything about him, his hobbies, interests.. it all seems like he truly is an enigmatic character.

sometimes you wonder, what would it take for him to share? you were too cowardly to outright question him, fearing that all he'll give you is a cold stare and even colder words, like the matter is an easy topic for him to brush away.

he is too perspective for you to be able to hide your intrusive thoughts, you can't hide anything from him but seems like himself is a master at doing so. only time will tell, as your relationship blossoms you'll eventually become a pillar in his life that surprisingly supports him whole. and perhaps—perhaps he'll be willing to share his burdens he'd shouldered for a long time.

dansleif isn't sure on how to express himself, people know him as the customer of the tavern who visits not to frequently, wearing an stone cold expression that challenged even diluc's.

he has unshakable curiosity and will absolutely not give up, he finds your constant affirmations of love to him endearing. he can't help but let his thoughts wander. what is the source of this habit? why him?

believe it or not, dansleif claims he does not 'lack time' but lately, he finds himself coming short on time with you. as he is the one who seeks out to take down the abyss order, he cannot just sit tight while they are constantly on the move. it's a shame for him, he wants to stay but he can't. :((

his voice is soothing and he's confused when you point it out... also a little taken aback when you ask of him to ramble all about past events he finds interesting enough to share. who was he to decline to a face full of anticipation?

honestly I thought about just sitting in a grassy field with dansleif, the quiet sounds of the soothing, gentle wind passing through and the sounds of civilization nearby is the only sounds heard as you clutch his hand and gaze at the endless stars above with awe stuck eyes. both of your eyes are stuck on the most be thing you've seen, yours being on the stars and his being on.. yours because u are the most beautiful thing he's seen. <3

thoughts pt.2 on those very rare times, you'd see dansleif sleeping soundly on your side with the usual ornament on his right eye discarded on the bedside table. I can't help but think about his tousled blonde hair, eyelashes closed as he draws relaxed, even breaths. oh wow, his arms are even holding your waist!! 😏

bonus? you just absent-mindedly folding a stems of flowers one after another, rambling and huffing in triumph when you finally finish making a flower crown. dansleif gazes at you from afar, under the shade of a tree, watching as you approach him and place the flower crown in his hair carefully.

┊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

hot springs hot springs!! thoma is ecstatic that he's finally got his freedom back, the bonus was the fact that he could practically see how buzzing the city was. ehh.. moving on, he's unfortunately a man so the hormones just get to him. he tries to be a gentleman though, trying hard to keep his mind off you while he basks in the warm water against his skin, you were just on the other side of the wall.. so that doesn't help his case at all.

hot pots? no matter how many times he's lost in the game, he seems to be growing determined to win the next after the other. thoma complains a lot to you, claiming that ayaka and the traveler were 'ganging up on him and cheating' he pouts when you merely answer with an amused smile and a raised brow.

you see that little cute headband he wears? the one with the horns? yes that, he thinks it's really cute that you strike a pose whenever you successfully steal it away from his head and prop it on your own. (not that he would pass up an opportunity for this to happen of course!) in the end, he'll run away from you when ou try to put it back because don't you see it looks way better on you??

listen, I love sakura trees so maybe imagine yourself sitting under the shade of one, a blanket neatly placed under and several servings of inazuma dining scattered across the cloth. thoma presents his specialty with a lopsided grin, barely hiding his pride as his eyes glint with anticipation when you munch on his food and let out a content sound.

hiding away from ayato when he tries to feed thoma yet another cursed 'snack' both of you holding your breaths when the head of the yashiro commission passes by your hiding spot before breaking into grins and giggles. only for your sounds to cease when a tall shadow looms over the light eluminated by the door. ayato stands over with a chuckle before pulling thoma by his collar, the lattee yelling at you to help him!!

a spear suddenly whizzing pass you and hitting a hilichurl square in the face before strong arms pull you in the air, thoma holds you over his shoulder as he leaps in the air!! he makes a quick escape and questions if you were hurt with concerned eyes.

thoma who always picks the spot next to you in the komore teahouse, deflating whenever he finds the seat beside you already occupied. he doesn't have the heart to tell the person to move and only gazes at you intently, sighing in feign sadness when you ignore him and go on your business. the best drama king honestly.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Hey, so sorry to bother you since you just posted it roughly 30 minutes ago. But could you please continue prompt #218? You're one of my favorite blogs on tumblr and your writing is so good. Hope you have a good day.

Request #41

Warning: themes of drowning, fear of death (no actual death happens).

Thank you, anon! Here you go! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Part 1

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They fought to the best of their ability, wiggling around in the beast's grasp, wasting all of their energy as their lungs began to beg for air. Civilian's jaw was clenched tightly shut, teeth aching as they fought against themself not to inhale the cold water, but as the burning in their chest quickly grew unbearable, their mouth snapped wide open, filling with the deadly freezing-

-a-air?

The civilian instantly became confused. Their mortal mind nearly collapsed, struggling to comprehend just how they were breathing underwater. It felt wrong, but their lungs didn't seem to care, yelling at them to continue gulping in as much of the precious but odd oxygen as they could, their body especially desperate for it in their stressed state.

As Civilian continued to breathe, their heart rate slowed down a bit, allowing them to tune into their senses and realize that they were no longer sinking. The arms still held them in a firm grip, not letting them escape. But unfortunately, the human had no idea how far down they were, the water forcing their eyes to remain shut.

They flinched as something snuck beneath their shirt from behind them, startling a yelp out of them. Civilian's voice echoed through the watery void, sounding completely normal as if they were back above the surface, which only served to confuse their brain even more.

The civilian shuddered as something that abnormally felt wetter than the water surrounding them trailed up their spine, going directly over their tiny fresh wound. They squirmed in the monster's grasp at the feeling, trying to figure out what that might've been. However, as something rumbled against their skin, they realized what that was. A tongue.

"You taste pretty good, human~." - a voice purred all around them, coming from no discernable source and shaking Civilian to their very core. They whimpered as sharp teeth gently nibbled on their flesh, drawing blood and reminding them of their predicament.

The beast began lapping at their skin, savoring the flavor as the human writhed in their hold once more, the blood somehow dripping down their body instead of mixing in with the water. They arched their back, trying to get away and failing as the monster pulled them closer, unbothered by the feeble escape attempt.

"S-Stop!" - the civilian pleaded, gasping out a shaky terrified sob as they were bit again. The beast licked up the crimson droplets and chuckled, sending vibrations across their skin.

"Aww, but why would I do that, hmm~?" - the monster asked in an amused tone before licking a stripe up the human's spine, causing them to squirm again.

"P-Plea-se..." - they choked out, shaking as tears collected in their closed eyes. "...I- I don't wa-nt to d-die..."

"Oh? And who said anything about you dying?"

[bluejaem]

⌗ dream’s reaction to someone flirting with their s/o

requested. “hello :) can i request nct dream reaction to someone flirting with their s/o ? i love ur works so much!! i hope u are having a great day, stay safe and healthy 💕” by anon.

mark !

definition of confused be like:

confused(n): Mark Lee.

for real though, at first, he didn’t even realize the fact that somebody was flirting with you

but when he did,

boy, was he panicking ajshdshd

for a split second, he was like

“wait- what should I do now?”

he immediately links your arms with his and says to that someone:

“my apologies, me and my girlfriend over here need to go water our dog”

renjun !

make way peasant, because our smol, but feisty renjun be comin’ through

probably thinking of so many ways to diss the person who’s flirting with you right now

he ain’t the type to get all protective 

but he’s gonna try to make all the flirt attempts into a failure

“you can’t have two hearts, that’s humanly impossible” *gasps* “unless, you’re an alien. I told you y/n! something was off about (him/her)!”

“tch, please, you don’t even know how to flirt. my ryan plushie could do better than you” 

when the person still doesn’t stop flirting with you

he takes the matter into his own hands

“oh look,” *looks at his watch* “it’s fuck you o’clock, if i were you, i’d leave by now.” *glares* but he still looks fucking cute 

jeno !

*eye smiles the pain away*

internally it’s all like:

“how dare (he/she)” *sad puppy noises*

when that person doesn’t stop even though he’s been subtly trying to tell him/her to leave,

his protectiveness is then seen.

to the person who was flirting with you,

R.I.P 

you flirted with the wrong person’s s/o dude✋

ii’ll be sending prayers✨

haechan !

 now we’re talking😌

this is the reaction that you’d see in movies lmao-

PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND MODE: ACVTIVATED.

he’s gonna constantly cut the other person off 

and will try to annoy them so that they’d leave you guys alone 

after that person finally stops-

haechan’s going get all whiny lmfao and would kinda ignore you

when you ask him what’s wrong, he’d be like- 

“oh, i dont know, ask that (guy/girl) who was flirting with you.”

jaemin !

a literal UNBOTHERED KING.

for real, i dont really think he cares im sorry lmao-

but if the person goes overboard with the flirting 

well then- hoNEy, yOu goT a biG stORm cOmiNG.

i dont really see him as an overprotective boyfriend idk

chenle !

chenle’s reaction is going to be a mix of haechan’s and jaemin’s

it’d either be all protective mode and sulking afterwards

OR 

literally no reaction at all.

there’s no in-between.

at this point, you’re just begging for his attention

you didn’t hear that from me

jisung !

it’s literally gonna be Mark Lee 2.0

is jisung confused?

yes, jisung is confused.

his mind rn:

“uhh-” 

“huh?”

“what do i-”

“should i- nope that’s going too far, or maybe i could-”

someone help him.

© BLUEJAEM, 2021

[junicai]

tackled.

| summary | Mark hasn’t been in a group without Aria before. He doesn’t know how he’s going to manage without her there.

| word count | 2.4k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. December 2018

n/a: to the anon who requested more superm stuff, i hope this is to ur liking~ a little bit of background before i start writing some actual scenarios for the team :)

Aria wasn’t quite sure how to function; or how to deal with the fact that she was sitting, legs crossed, back ram-rod straight, in one of the smaller conference rooms with Lee Sooman sitting across from her looking a world more comfortable. 

Taeyong on her left and Lucas on her right, Ten a seat down and Mark beyond that. The plastic seats were less than kind to her aching tailbone, but Aria was mildly (read: incredibly) more preoccupied with the thought that she was wearing a faded hoodie and black workout leggings that were old and worn, sitting in a conference room with Taemin, Baekhyun and Kai. 

She was pretty sure the day couldn’t be going much worse. That was until Sooman's voice snapped her from her inner turmoil and she looked up at the CEO, raising a bottle of water to her lips with a lightly quivering hand.

“Aria, you’ll be joining as their eighth and final member.”

Water rushed down the wrong way in her throat, the muscle spasming as Aria choked and banged a closed fist against her chest. Taeyong’s hand flew to rub circles in between her shoulder blades, patting gently as she heaved, trying to re-catch her breath.

She takes it back. It just got worse. 

“Sir?” Aria wheezed out, taking in a stuttered breath as she looked up from the table to meet the CEO’s eyes. 

“SuperM is a concept group designed to take those that excelled in their respective groups and use that as the foundation to create something bigger. You’ve all made a name for yourself; both within the group and individually.” Sooman took a breath, lifting his hands to drum his fingertips across the wooden table. The dark oak was glazed, and Aria belatedly realized that this conference room was so small as it was the CEO’s personal room. His name was imprinted on the front of the door, gold paint enhancing the grooves made. 

He continued talking, focusing his attention on each individual member from his seat, explaining their ‘roles’ so to speak. Aria caught small snippets, chest still rising a beat too quickly for it to be ignorable and her racing mind building up a cascade of thoughts that were rising up in tandem. 

Baekhyun you will be the leader - Taemin as - I think it’s important, no crucial that you remember - this is not a time for - you’ll understand my expectations in time - a common ground for those that - merging the eras -

Aria flinched violently when her name was called, head snapping away from where it was boring holes into the wall just over Taemin’s shoulder. She had yet to make eye contact with a single one of her seniors, having taken a single glance around the room upon arrival and dropped herself into a near 90 degree bow. 

“What with the incredibly - albeit unexpectedly - positive response that came with your inclusion in the various NCT units, myself and my team think it fitting that you’d belong in a group such as this one. Obviously your English speaking skills are a benefit, although I am not so sure that your accent will be as tolerable to the American media as Mark’s here would be. But I’m getting ahead of myself, we can circle back to that in due time.” Sooman leant back in his chair, resting his arms against his sides. 

He looked satisfied with how the meeting had gone - given that all but one member of the newly established team had signed their agreement into another contract, having handed out a thinly spaced document a few minutes prior. 

Aria sat back, pen cradled in her hand as Sooman shuffled through her contract in his hands, as he had refrained from giving hers out with the others. The CEO dismissed the other members, calling for Aria to remain seated for another few minutes. 

As the seven boys stood from their chairs with muffled screeches from the rubber capped legs on the chairs, Taeyong let a hand brush over Aria’s shoulder once. His face was pinched into something, lip caught between his teeth but Aria waved him off with a smile that didn’t lift her eyes. 

Exiting the room, Mark glanced back over his shoulder catching a glimpse of Sooman already leaning forward in his chair and Aria sitting up straight. Attentive. And then the door swung closed, clicking shut with a soft snick and Mark couldn’t see either of them anymore. 

It had been a week. 

Mark had meant to ask Aria what Sooman had wanted to discuss with her privately, he really had. But between schedules and commuting and a million other things that had appeared on his ‘To-Do’ list overnight; he hadn’t found the time.

Either he crept in to the dorms a few minutes prior to the clock striking twelve with barely enough energy to take a shower, or it was Aria slipping in on light feet, sliding in to her bedroom with a quiet goodnight. 

She had been disappearing more often; despite the fact that Mark was near certain that she didn’t have anymore schedules than the rest of them. Not even Donghyuck had been gone as often as her, and the two of them were prepping for NCT Dream’s next album together.

The thought settled bitterly in Mark’s stomach, so he brushed it aside. A million other thoughts filled the space left; equally as acidic. 

Had she signed in to the group? Had she declined? Was there something else going on that Sooman needed to talk to her about? Was she going solo? Was she leaving them? He knew that she’d been offered the opportunity before - it nearly decimated her and Donghyuck’s friendship - but had she accepted this time? Is that where she was going? Why hadn’t she talked to anyone else about it? Why hadn’t she talked to him? 

His head was full of these thoughts running on a cycle. He tried his best to shake them out. 

The dorms were never full anymore - someone was always gone doing one thing, or practicing another, or discussing something else. 

Mark thinks that this was his least hectic day in the last seven. But it was definitely the most stressful.

His hands were sweating and he rubbed his damp palms against the black material of his joggers, an anxious bounce in his knee. Lucas was leant against the wall beside him, tapping a finger against his thigh. 

Scanning around the room, Mark saw his seniors - his groupmates, as odd as it was to acknowledge - in various degrees of unrest. Taeyong appeared relatively calm, although Mark could recognize the tense set of his jawline and he made a note to remind the leader that he had to stop grinding his teeth unless he wanted to do some damage. 

Ten had his phone in his hand and an earbud in one of his ears, seemingly engrossed in watching a video. Mark could see the dangling headphone jack; unconnected to the phone. The video was paused. 

As for a first practice together, Mark assumed that this was not how it was meant to go. How were they meant to perform together if they couldn’t even start a simple conversation? 

None of the NCT boys had seen the choreography for their first single yet, Mark hadn’t gotten around to asking had his seniors managed to get a sneak peak or not. He didn’t think he ever would, at this rate. 

The practice room was quiet, filled with an unsettled air of anxiousness although that may have just been the younger boys projecting, as Taemin looked entirely unbothered, with Kai leaning over his shoulder. 

Baekhyun’s head snapped up as the door to the practice room was closed, shifting up from his seated position on the floor to greet their choreographer. 

“Ah, hello,” He began, nodding his head in a greeting bow.

“..Hi?” Came a smaller voice than he was expecting. 

“Riri?” Lucas said, pushing himself off the wall. “Hey, you alright?” 

Aria was shifting from her left foot to her right foot, hands twisting the fabric at the end of her hoodie. Taemin tilted his head, and noticed that it was the same hoodie she had been wearing the week previous. 

“What’cha doing here, Ari?” Ten asked, moving to stand closer to the girl. 

“I’m here for - for practice? Right?” Aria turned the questioning on him, glancing at Ten and then turning her gaze on Taeyong. “Right?” 

“For SuperM?” Mark was confused. 

“Yeah?”

Aria had her eyebrows pulled together neatly, staring at Mark, who’s face had crested through about eight emotions in the last second, finally settling on a rather odd mixture of relief and pure, childlike excitement. 

“Mark wha-” She cut herself off with a yelp, hands flying to grip Mark’s shoulders as he tackled her around her middle. “Mark!” 

The boy in question only squeezed her tighter, lifting her off the ground a little. Aria squirmed in his grip, but as soon as Lucas’ arms were added to the equation she went lax, knowing that her chances of escape had just dropped to zero. 

“Dude- oh my god,” Mark was laughing, a light breathy laugh. “Dude I thought you didn’t sign it? What was all the secrecy about?” 

“What... secrecy?” Aria wheezed out. “Mark I can’t breathe-”

“Oh, sorry sorry.” 

Aria was put back down on her feet, but Mark’s arms didn’t leave her middle, choosing instead to tug the girl into a hug. “You kept disappearing, I thought-”

Mark hissed in pain when Aria pinched his hip. “You’re such an idiot.”

“What?”

“You know you can talk to me?” 

His cheeks flushed pink. 

Luckily, Lucas saved him from the conversation, pulling Aria out from Mark’s arms and into his own. This hug was more violent, and Aria was lifted and swung around in a circle once, twice, before demanding to be put back down. 

“We’re in a group together!” Lucas was beaming down at her, and Aria couldn’t help but to grin back. “Yeah we are!”

“Group hug!” Ten yelled, and suddenly Aria found herself in a tangle of Mark and Taeyong and Lucas and Ten’s arms, the four boys hugging her tightly. 

Aria laughed, trying her level best to fit them all in her own hug. They stood there for a minute, arms entangled in a rather terrible mimicry of a knotted ball of yarn. 

“Ah hyung, they’re so cute.”

Taeyong coughed, and the five-person cuddle unraveled quickly. 

Aria spun around to see Taemin, Baekhyun and Kai all standing together on the opposite side of the room. Taemin had a fond look on his face, while Baekhyun had his tongue caught between his teeth to stave off a smile.

“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but does anyone know where our choreographer is?” Jongin peered down at his phone. “It’s been twenty minutes, are we in the right room?”

Aria cleared her throat.

“Uh, about that bit.”

Mark’s head snapped over so quickly he might have given himself whiplash. “Ari?”

“I might? Be your choreographer?” The statement came out more like a question, and Aria spread her hands out in front of her. “Believe me, I’m not quite sure how that one happened either, but if it’s going to be a problem I really have no issue with, like, not doing it? I know I’m the youngest and I don’t want to be rude or anything I-”

Mark tackled her in another hug. Aria was pretty sure her ribs were going to be bruised after this.

“Literally shut up.”

“But!”

“Shut up!” 

“You’ll do a great job, Aria.” Baekhyun smiled over at the younger girl. “Do you have anything prepped, or have you heard the song yet?”

Aria shuffled awkwardly. “I have something? It’s only a rough draft really, and obviously its subject to change because, well you’re all here and whatever suits you best is the best option so,” She took a breath. Taeyong slid over to put a hand on her back, but said nothing, still waiting for one of the older members to take the lead. 

“Can you show us? None of us have seen the demo yet, just Jongin.” Taemin grumbled, poking the boy in question in the stomach. Jongin flicked him back. 

“Uh, yeah? Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Wait wait, Ari. Is that what you were talking to Sooman about?” Mark caught her wrist to stop her from leaving the practice room. She had lost the hoodie a few hours ago, and her hair was pulled back into a sad looking ponytail. Tired and weary, all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and spend the next three hours with her face buried in her pillow. 

But Mark’s question made her stop. “Uh, yeah. Yeah he just wanted to talk to me about my, responsibilities in the group, so to speak.”

If Mark was a little less exhausted and a little more alert, he would have caught the odd phrasing, but he was a lot more exhausted and a lot less alert than on a regular day, so it flew right over his head. 

“Ari, that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.” He went to pull her into another hug. 

“No! Ew get off what’s with you today! Why’re you so cuddly, get off get off you’re gross and sweaty.” She knocked her hands against his chest to try and get him to move away.

“I’m just proud of you~” He sang, swaying her back and forth. “Was gonna miss you if you didn’t sign with us. ‘Dunno what to do without you in my team.”

Aria’s protests died down slowly, and her fists stopped to rest on his chest. She snorted once, poking him in the chest. “Don’t lie, you just didn’t want to be the maknae, you can’t fool me.” 

“No~” Mark continued to whine. “Really, was gonna miss you.” 

“Okay, okay, you big baby. I’m not going anywhere - you’re going to have to try harder than that to get rid of me. Now let go, I want a shower.”

[ihatebnha]

I saw the tag “I’m imagining it like a kardashian episode” and I can’t stop imagining the todorokis having their own reality show LMAO!!! I need a reality show of the todorokis. Can you imagine? Probably lasts one episode because everyone is sick of their shit after 1 day lol.

I think there’s some art for this that I could probably find if you wanted to see... BUT LMFAOOOOOOO LITERALLY!! 

Endeavor agrees to the show purely to shut his agency up and literally everyone ends up getting mad about it... 

Both Touya and Shoto immediately lock themselves in their room and do not move, Natsuo tries to but gets caught sneaking around or flipping off the crew, and Fuyumi would participate but always ends up giving out big “Hi MTV, welcome to my crib” vibes so they kinda don’t let her. 

Endeavor is a little bit better in that he actually agrees to let the cameras follow him, but he always ends up being stupidly boring so there’s no point to it all. 

The footage is all deadass like: nine hours of endeavor doing paperwork, a clip of Natsuo slipping on the carpet, three minutes of Touya and Natsuo arguing about which delivery to get before they notice the camera, Fuyumi and Rei minding their business, and 5 seconds of Shoto trying to break a camera... 

(I can also see them all making a pack to be as irritating as possible when the cameras are on them, too... with Touya pretending to be dumb, Natsuo acting confused, Shoto speaking incredibly slowly, and Fuyumi detailing everything she’s doing out loud... it’s the first thing they’ve agreed on in years)

I also imagine that if Rei is there, she’s just straight up chilling in every single clip of her. People make memes out of screenshots of her literally just watering the garden or reading a book in the sun or something. She stays unbothered

WHICH IS WHY.... they all have to go on vacation in the first place... to give people something entertaining to watch that can’t be faked instead of the terribly boring content they’ve been making so far... 

And as we know, it works... but only because they all fight the entire time and you end up being the star of the show... (with memes being made of you looking at all the fights).

So anon, I’m 100% with you on this one!!

Like idk... but it always makes me laugh to think of the Todoroki’s kinda stupidly... IT’S WHAT THEY DESERVE TBH

(Shoto: I’m going to y/n’s house until this is all over. Bye)

(Touya: let me come, too)

(Natsuo: me three)  

(Fuyumi: me four) 

(Shoto: ....) 

(Endeavor: no)

(Shoto: Okay, let’s go, guys)

[bloodpenned]

Based this on the ask where Kylar kidnaps PC and PC dies.

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It took Kylar a moment to register where he was when he looked around, with eyelids only half-way open and limbs still heavy with sleep. He was a little surprised though, as recognition set in, for he had never expected another morning to come where he would be greeted by the striped wallpaper and soft carpet of his room.

It was nothing compared to your lodgings in his basement, with the stone floor and stained walls. He truly wished he could've kept you in a nicer place, one with a hardwood floor, and with walls painted your favourite colour, or at least had the strenght to bring you down some proper furniture instead of making you eat at a folding table and sleep in a makeshift bed.

Thinking of your marital bed, one question, as if lightning, suddenly hit him. Why wasn't he there? Kylar had no doubts he had fallen asleep in the basement, with your cold hand on his cheek and your body so close your ribs would've shattered had he held you any closer.

His unfocused eyes blinked once, twice, thrice, before they filled with horror upon his realization.

Dear God... Somebody had moved him. Somebody was down in the basement.

Blanket tossed off, doors thrown open, he ran to the basement, only to stop at the last second, hand hovering just above the light switch.

He took a deep, shaky breath. He had to stay calm. He couldn't afford to panic now.

Light flooded the basement with a warm glow, and as the single lightbulb filled the silence with it's faint buzzing, he fell to the floor. There was no sign of you.

It took Kylar thirty minutes to climb back to his room. Another ten was needed to gather the courage and grab his phone. He dreaded it, but he had to talk to his parents. They were the only ones that could've taken you. Or you have risen from the dead, but he wasn't naive enough to consider that for more than a moment.

When he finally opened his phone, his eyes fixated on the time, not wanting to look at his wallpaper. But his eyes couldn't help but wander, and his heart ached at the sight.

It was a photo of you, unsurprisingly. He had taken it not too long ago. It was a rainy day, and the two of you took shelter in the library. At one point you had stood up and went to the window, looking so peaceful as youtry to see the courtyard through the heavy curtains of rain obscuring your view.

He missed that look in your eyes. Oh, how he had robbed you of life.

Still dreading to talk to his parents, when he saw his phone had the wrong date, he quickly made it priority to fix it. He had lost track of time long ago, so the only way he could tell what day it was was to look at his digital alarm clock... Which read the exact same date as his phone, november 3rd. Nearly a month ago.

Then he took to the internet to search for the time. Then the news channel. Then the newspaper.

All read november 3rd.

He didn't know what to think of it. This whole situation was absurd. Could have the last month been a dream? It was utterly unrealistic, but even the thought of it only being a sick vision made his heart flutter with hope.

There was only one way to know. He had to find you.

You weren't at the orphanage when he climbed up to your window, though with it being 8:30 he could excuse that. He had to excuse it. If only to keep the small slither of hope within him alive for just a little longer.

His feet didn't hurt as he ran to school, nor did he care to hear the insults thrown at him as he pushed through the crowd in desperate search of the shade of your hair or the silvery sound of your voice.

Soon the hallway cleared and you were nowhere. He spent the next two classes restlessly. Leaving and reentering the school, strolling the backyard, guarding the bathrooms.

Kylar knew he was going to fall flat on his face. He must have read the calendar wrong, must have missed the missing poster of you adorning the school billboard and must have only made up how your bed looked slept in when he peeked through your window.

And then English came. He rushed to the classroom and took his seat before most students had even left their previous classes, and waited. Every second was agonizing. His heart hammered in his throat, his stomach, all his limbs were pulsing with worry and nervousness and confusion, and every time someone walked in who wasn't you, he felt like he was going to burst open at the seams, his classmates baring witness to his exposed flesh.

The seats filled.

Doren came in.

And there was no sign of you.

He didn't hear anything Doren said in the next five minutes. He just wanted to die. He was a murderer. And he murdered you of all people, the one he was supposed to protect, and cherish, and love till death did you part, and even after that. He was a monster. Worse than Whitney, worse than that goddamn caretaker of yours, worse than every single pervert in this town combined.

And then the door opened. And you walked in.

Dear Lord, you were so beautiful. With your hands nervously clutching your backpack, your face glistening with sweat and your eyes shining with such liveliness Kylar didn't know when he saw last.

Dear Lord, you were beautiful. And he decided you belonged here. Not with him in some dingy basement that barely has heating and smelled like sewage water when you first entered it.

He wasn't going to bring you back there. Ever. He wasn't going to let his jealousy get a hold of him again. He was going to bear every ounce your unfaithfulness like a man. Quietly, forgivingly, lovingly. If only he could just see the life shine in your eyes like that every single day of his life.

Doren was already back to writing on the board when you sat down beside Kylar. He looked at you for a moment, hand gripping his pencil. He wanted to say so many things to you. How he missed you, how breathtaking you looked, how he loved you with every single joint of his body, but a faint 'Hello.' was all he was able to get out.

Your answer was a smile, and through the haze of his happiness, he couldn't see how strained it was.

It was raining that day too, and the two of you took shelter in the library again. He didn't take his eyes off of you as you watched the courtyard through the window, unbothered by the curtains of rain falling from the sky.

Then you sat down beside him, and he reached for your hand quickly. He longed to feel the warmth of your skin again.

But you pulled your hand away and his loudly smacked against the table.

'My love?' he muttered as he lifted his head to look at you. A fiery glare greeted him, one full of hate and anger.

'God sees everything.' you said 'You will have your rightful place in Hell.'

And you turned to leave.

ANON YOUR MIND!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD???? GENUINELY. IVE REREAD THIS 3 TIMES NOW SDFLJSLDKF

kylar's prayers were heard, and he got what he wanted, but you will remain forever out of reach to him... do you think that's the first taste of his eternal punishment? whatever deity reached out and offered 'mercy' made it so his reason to live would want nothing to do with him anymore. ever.

he can see you, he can follow you, he can know you live, but it will be a life he will never be a part of. and if he is genuine in his desire never to kidnap you again, he will have to come to terms with this.

[pregnant-piggy]

Both

Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin

Request:  so for the poly relationship. maybe like the reader is from another house and both remus and sirius like her but they also like each other (they only show their crush for the reader). James has already realised this and sets the three of them up on a blind date. after the date one of the boys is reluctant and avoids them for a while. you can decide how it ends,thank you! 💕🌠 (anon)

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: not really a warning, but it’s a poly relationship

A/N: So this was something completely new to me and I actually really enjoyed writing it. I mean I am a big wolfstar shipper and I love both Sirius and Remus, so this wasa story to my heart. 

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‘You’re staring again,’ your best friend, Amy, told you over breakfast as your eyes were focused on a group of boys at the Gryffindor table.

‘No, I’m not,’ you said, tearing away your gaze from two heads in particular. You turned your head to your friend and tried to eat your toast like there was nothing going on.

Which was a lie. If anyone had paid attention to you, they would have noticed that lately you had gotten slightly obsessed with staring. And not just staring in general, no, staring at two particular boys. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

Now was this not the most crazy thing; many girls and guys in school felt at least something for either of them. There was no denying that both the boys were attractive in their own way. But fate had brought it that you liked both. There was not a single fibre in your body that liked the one more than the other. And the warm feeling that you felt for both of them was eating you up inside.

‘Don’t lie to me, y/n,’ Amy said. ‘Have you figured out for which one you are going?’

‘I just wish there was a way to date both,’ you sighed and you rested your head on your arms.

‘Some people do that, you know?’ said Amy as she reached over the table for the teapot. ‘Dating more people at the same time.’

‘You mean as in cheating?’ you asked, looking up to her.

‘No, sweets,’ your friend said smiling, while she poured herself a cup of tea. ‘As in polyamory.’

‘Polyamory?’ you repeated, with a confused look on your face.

Amy took a sip of her tea and nodded. ‘Yes, friends of my parents are involved in such a thing,’ she said and you sat up straight, as if asking her to continue. ‘They are married to each other, but they are also involved with another married couple. It’s quite interesting.’

‘It is,’ you mumbled as you turned back to your breakfast. It was something to think about. But then, even if you would want it, there would be no way that either Remus or Sirius would agree with you. They didn’t even know you liked them now. You were sure they didn’t like you back, you were just their friend. And they didn’t like each other, though that was a debatable subject.  

‘You should think about it,’ Amy interrupted your thoughts. ‘I have said it before; it is obvious they like you. And I do think they like each other,’ she added as she glanced over at the Gryffindor table where Remus and Sirius were sitting next to each other, a little too close for ‘just friends’.

‘I will think about it,’ you said sincere; Amy had awakened a possibility that you never had known there was. The idea of dating them both not only seemed like the easiest option, but also interested you greatly. As you ate the rests of your breakfast you let your mind wonder to the possibilities.

- -- -

The common room was close to empty as James sat at the fire, his head buried in the only book he ever read; Quidditch through the ages. He had read it so often that he could basically recite every line of it, but he still read it. It brought a sense of calm and silence over him that was almost never there. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he did enjoy the reading.

It had stopped raining just fifteen minutes ago and the sky was dark as the sun had set. The little drops of water streamed down the window panes, a game of which one would come to the bottom the fastest. The bright stars were hidden by thick dark grey clouds and although it had stopped raining, it felt like it would start any moment again.

Sirius and Peter had detention and were bound to come back any moment now, James figured. Remus was out studying with you at the library, taking advantage of every second before curfew set to read the small letters in those old, dusty books. Remus had offered for James to come along, but just the thought of the dark library gave James chills and he declined. Besides, Remus had never really wanted James to come; he way rather just want to spend time with you alone.

It was obvious to James that Remus had a crush on you. It was obvious to anyone but Remus. And Sirius. Because Sirius was too busy with his crush on you to realise that his friend was in the exact same place. Both the boys were longing after you and neither of them seemed to realise the competition they had put themselves into.

Just as neither of them had realised that they liked each other.

James thought it was impossible to look past the glances that they gave each other when the other wasn’t looking. Or to see the way Sirius always ended up next to Remus at dinner. Remus always helped Sirius with his homework, no matter how often he told him that he wouldn’t. Sirius bought Remus chocolate, Remus read to Sirius. They always wound up next to each other on the couch in the common room, sometimes tangled up, sometimes just staring at each other.

Though the innocence of his friends made James smile, he also knew that it was about time they realised what they felt for each other. And for you.

The portrait hole opened and Sirius and Peter stepped through it. Both looked annoyed, but where Peter went straight upstairs, Sirius sat down next to his best friend and told him about the detention Flitwick had given him. James listened to his friend, pretending to listen, but his mind somewhere else. He had put his book on the table and stared at Sirius and his tired face.

And as Sirius went into the depths of the corners of the Charms classroom that he had to clean, James nodded. His friend got worked up over the cobwebs on the ceiling and the gum under the tables.

‘Terrible mate,’ James said when he realised Sirius was expecting a reaction from him once he was finished.

‘Where’s Moony?’ Sirius asked, apparently satisfied with James’ reaction.

‘Library,’ James answered and turned to his friend. ‘With y/n.’

James watched as Sirius’ expression changed. From lazy and unbothered to alert and a little disappointed. James chuckled and went to grab his book again, waiting for Sirius to start talking. Something he definitely would.

After a few minutes of silence, Sirius opened his mouth and James looked up from the page. ‘Do you- don’t you think Moony and y/n are spending a lot of time together lately?’

‘I don’t know,’ James answered, smirking at his friend’s face, his eyes back on his book as if he hadn’t been looking up at all. ‘I haven’t really been paying attention to that.’

Sirius turned red and stared at the fireplace. ‘Me neither,’ he mumbled. ‘I just thought of it.’

James sighed and lowered his book. He closed it with a bang and turned to Sirius. It was clear that this one wouldn’t bring up the subject himself any time soon.

‘You like her, don’t you Pads?’                                  

Sirius’ eyebrows raised on his forehead but he said nothing to prove James wrong. That, however, was enough of an answer for James and he laughed out loud, making a few students look his way.

‘I thought so,’ James whispered, not wanting everybody to know Sirius’ secret, that was not that big a secret since everyone had already noticed. ‘I think she likes you too, mate. Maybe you should do something about it.’

‘I don’t know, she kind of seems to like Remus,’ Sirius replied unsure.

There James was stuck with an answer, because Sirius was right. Though James was convinced that you liked Sirius, he also thought you liked Remus. And to James it was not clear which one you liked better.

Sirius liked you, you liked Sirius and Remus and Remus liked you too. It was a triangle, one similar to any teenage fictional love-triangle, but just with a twist. Because Sirius liked Remus and Remus liked Sirius.

All together it was confusing James, but he did had the feeling that there must be an solution. What that was he didn’t know, however.

‘But you like y/n?’ James said and Sirius nodded. ‘And you like Remus.’

Sirius’ eyes widened and he turned his head away from the fire to James. On his cheeks was a blush and when James smirked, Sirius averted his eyes and stared at his hands. In any other situation James would have made fun of his friend, suddenly lost for words and blushing, but James knew that this was a delicate issue and not one to be messed with. The teasing would come later.

Before James could say anything to reassure his friend of his confidence, the portrait hole opened again and Remus and you walked in. The light in the common room was brighter than the one in the hallways, because when you stepped in you held your hand for your eyes, giving James enough time to pat Sirius on his leg and nod approvingly.

Remus and you walked over to the couch where Sirius was sitting and you plopped down next to Sirius, groaning as you did so. Sirius shifted nervously in his place and James smiled to himself. It was impossible how you hadn’t noticed he liked you yet. Or maybe you had and you were just too afraid to do something.

‘Madam Pince sent us away,’ you said as you leaned forward to place three big leather books on the coffee table that stood in front of the couch. ‘Apparently laughing is a crime these days.’

‘No laughing isn’t, but you knocked over a stack of books and fell on the ground,’ Remus said to you with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘It wasn’t my fault!’ you cried out. ‘You were the one that made me laugh in the first place! She only should have thrown you out!’

James saw the way Sirius’ shoulders slumped when you turned to Remus with a big smile on your face. Remus, however, seemed to gain confidence as you talked to him, his smile getting bigger with the minute. James’ mind was fighting a battle. He knew Remus liked you and that it did him good to talk to you, but the more happy Remus was, the more sad was Sirius. And James hated to see his friend lose his confidence.

‘Remus can I talk to you?’ James said, silencing the discussion inside his head.

Remus nodded and followed James to the stairs, where Sirius and you couldn’t hear them. As James stood in front of Remus, he looked over his friend’s shoulder and saw Sirius talking to you.

‘Have you told her yet?’ James asked, like he and Remus had been having this conversation for the past weeks.

‘Told who what?’

‘y/n, that you like her?’

Remus stayed silent and stared at James’ with his jaw dropped lightly. He recollected himself quickly and shook his head. ‘No, I haven’t and I don’t see a reason why. It is obvious she likes Sirius,’ Remus answered, avoiding James’ gaze.

‘She likes you both, you idiot!’ James whisper-yelled.

Remus shook his head at his friend. ‘No, she doesn’t. Look at how she is talking to Padfoot, she is not like that with me.’

‘She is! Listen to me, Rem. She likes you and she likes Sirius. And it doesn’t seem like she likes one better than the other. So just tell her! Unless you’re more interested in Sirius of course,’ James added with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

‘What?’ Remus scoffed and his brows furrowed at James. ‘Sirius is just my friend! Why would you think that?’

‘Give it a break, mate. The way you sit next to each other and how you look at him and he looks at you.’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about, James, but I would stop it before I get angry with you.’ Remus took a step back from James and shook his head annoyed. ‘I’m going to bed,’ he said and walked past James up the stairs.

‘What about y/n?’ James asked to Remus’ back.

‘There is nothing with her, is there?’ Remus sneered without looking back at James, before he disappeared.

James walked back to you and Sirius, who were engaged in a lively conversation. James sat down in the armchair again and took his book.

‘What’s wrong with Remus?’ you asked as you looked at the now empty stairwell.

‘What happened, Prongs?’ Sirius asked, his tone sharper than yours.

James looked up from his book and shrugged. ‘He didn’t feel so good; he went to bed.’

You and Sirius looked at each other and both of you knew it was a lie, but neither of you knew the real reason.

- -- -

As soon as McGongall was done talking, James turned to Sirius beside him. He glanced over at the other side of the classroom, where Remus and Peter were sitting. James had been afraid Remus would stay mad at him, but the morning after their conversation Remus acted like nothing had happened.

Neither Sirius nor Remus had had the courage to go up to you and confess their crush yet, but James now saw an opportunity to change that. Yesterday he had spoken to your friend Amy after their quidditch practice. After she had told James about your crushes, they stayed up till it was dark to come up with a plan.

A plan that James now had to execute.

‘Padfoot,’ James whispered, catching his friend's attention. ‘I spoke with Amy-’

‘y/n's friend?’

‘Yes, she told me that y/n does have a crush on you,’ James continued.

Sirius turned red and he stared with his mouth open at James, like it was the first time someone told him that.

‘Anyway,’ James said, keeping an eye out for McGonagall who was walking around the classroom. ‘Amy and I thought it would be a good idea if you went on a date Saturday.’

Sirius still stared at his friend but then closed his mouth and nodded. ‘Yeah, yeah sure.’

Surprised at how easy it went, James turned back at his work the same time McGonagall walked over to the desks. James started to write zealously but Sirius just stared at his parchment that only had his name written on it. The professor perched an eyebrow and cleared her throat.

‘Everything fine, mister Black?’ she asked, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts.

‘Yes, everything's fine,’ Sirius answered with a dreamy voice as the took his quill back in his hand and started to write.

Maybe it was the blush on Sirius' face or maybe she just didn't want to waste her energy, but she left James and Sirius alone and went on to the students in front of them. James looked at Sirius from the corner of his eye and smiled. Part one of the plan was done.

- -- -

Part two was a bit more difficult. James had not talked to Remus about you ever since Remus snapped at him and James feared that this time maybe Remus wouldn't keep his temper and he actually would get mad at James. But he had promised Amy he'd do it and James didn't like to break his promises.

The common room was full and James and Remus had retreated back to their dorm, while Sirius was yet at another detention and Peter was downstairs playing chess with a fifth-year. Remus had his face buried in a book and James was playing with a ball he had made of his sock. He was quite nervous, honestly. Talking to Sirius had been easier, because Sirius couldn't keep a secret from James. But Remus was more closed and didn't share every single thing in his life. That was not a bad thing at all, but in moments like these James sometimes wished it was easier to crack Remus' thoughts.

‘Moony?’ James asked, making Remus look up from his page. ‘Would you like to go on a date tomorrow with y/n?’

‘Why do you ask?’ Remus shot back, raising his eyebrow.

James sat up and looked at his friend. ‘Because I spoke to Amy, y/n's friend, and she told me y/n would like it.’

Something in James' expression apparently made Remus believe that he was serious because, much to James' surprise, he nodded. James smiled and lied back down on his bed throwing the sock-ball above his head.

Remus turned back at his book, but now with a small smile on his face. James smirked to himself and thought of what a surprise it would be if Remus and Sirius saw each other tomorrow.

- -- -

Anxiously you sat at an empty table in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for Amy. She had left you there saying something about a surprise she had for you. Amy was never really the one for spontaneous surprises and when she left so hurriedly, it only added to your nerves.

With your fingers you played with the edge of your now empty glass staring at the door, hoping Amy would come through it.

But instead of Amy, it was Sirius who walked through the door. Your cheeks coloured as he made eye-contact with you and then proceeded to walk over to your table. He bumped into a table and had to stop to make is apology, giving you some time to look out the window and find Amy. She was watching you and James stood besides her, giving you a thumbs up. You groaned and turned your head back to Sirius, who now had reached your table.

‘I take this seat is empty?’ he asked as he took off his jacket.

‘Yes, it is,’ you said, trying to hide your sigh.

When Amy told you she had a surprise for you, you had never expected this. You made a note to yourself to be mad at her later. But now you had to enjoy your given time with Sirius, something that wouldn't be very difficult.

You made some small talk with Sirius, until he noticed your empty glass and offered to get new drinks. When he was at the bar ordering drinks, you looked outside again, hoping to find Amy there. But she was gone and so was James. The road was empty.

And as if you hadn't been ‘lucky' enough, at the same time Sirius made his was back to your table with two butterbeers, Remus walked into the Three Broomsticks. Remus reached the table sooner than Sirius and he smiled at you as you nervously shifted in your seat.

‘Hey, Rem,’ you greeted him and from the corner of your eye, you saw James and Amy reappear in front of the window. Amy gestured at Remus and then at Sirius and she pouted her lips. With a shock you realised what she had done and your eyes widened. Panicky you turned to Remus but before you could say anything, Sirius talked,

‘Hey, Moony, what are you doing here?’

‘James sent me here,’ Remus mumbled.

Sirius stopped halfway putting the glasses on the table, leaving them twenty inches above the table. He looked up at Remus and a small blush formed on his cheeks.

‘James sent me here, too,’ he said.

You watched and saw the realisation dawn on Remus' face. He looked from Sirius at you and back at Sirius. Then he turned on his heels and walked rapidly out of the space, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. A few people in the bar looked up.

You turned to Sirius as he had his eyes focused on the closed door. He slowly sat down on the chair next to you and then averted his eyes to the surface of the table.

‘Do you like Remus?’ you asked softly, not wanting other people to hear the conversation.

Sirius kept staring at his hands, but he nodded lightly.

‘And do you like me?’

He nodded again.

‘Okay,’ you said and you placed your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look up to you. ‘I like you too, Sirius. And I also like Remus. And I know he likes you too.’

Sirius smiled sadly at you. ‘No, he doesn't. I’m just his friend. He likes you and he wouldn't have run away if it weren't for me.’

‘He ran away because this is a big shock,’ you said, looking into the grey eyes that made you melt inside. ‘Not because he doesn't like you.’

You placed a kiss on Sirius' cheek and pulled him out of his chair. ‘We have a lot to talk about,’ you said and took him outside.

- -- -

James ran after Remus as this one fled from the bar. Though Remus was fast, James managed to catch up with him. He grabbed Remus' arm and turned him around. Remus’ eyes were full of tears and they flamed as he looked at James.

‘Why did you do that?’ Remus spat. ‘Did you think it was funny? Oh, haha, let's prank Remus by sending him to y/n's date with Sirius!’

Remus pulled himself from James' grip and walked away. James ran after him and stopped in front of Remus, blocking his way.

‘Remus, listen to me!’ James cried out and he took his friend by his shoulders. ‘She likes you and Sirius! Sirius likes her and you!’

Remus snorted and tried to shake James' hands off him, but James didn't let go and continued,

‘I know you like her! And I know you like Sirius! If you walk away now, you waste every chance you have with her! Just listen to me, please.’

James let go of Remus and took a step back, giving him the chance to walk away. But Remus stayed where he was and looked at James.

‘I spoke to Amy and she said that y/n was willing to try dating both of you. I would have told you, if I hadn't known that this is the way you would react! Talk to her, listen to her!’

Remus kept his mouth shut and then shook his head. He ignored James' last attempts to get him to his senses and walked off, back to the castle.

He couldn't just date both, it would be too complicated. And besides, there was no way that Sirius liked him; he himself wasn't even sure what he felt for Sirius. It was a feeling that he had never had before. It wasn't the butterflies he got when you smiled at him or the shivers like he got when you touched him. What he felt for Sirius was a feeling that made him feel comfortable. There was no shame with Sirius.

As the sun shone on his face, while Remus walked through the open field back to the castle, he realised that maybe was he felt for Sirius was indeed a form of love. But another form than he felt for you.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at the road back to Hogwarts. Who was he kidding? Everyone else seemed to have accepted that you, Sirius and Remus would date, who was he to then deny it? He liked you, he liked Sirius. Why not?

Remus turned around and ran back to Hogsmeade. He passed students that looked at him like he was crazy, he passed shops that were only a colourful blur. The streets moved under his feet like it wasn't he who was running, but the world was spinning under his feet.

The Three Broomsticks was reached soon, but there was no sign of you or Sirius. Even Amy and James were gone now. Remus stood in the middle of the street and caught his breath, while thinking of places you and Sirius could be.

His feet brought him to his favourite spot of Hogsmeade. Though the house brought unhappy memories, the grounds around the Shrieking Shack were always silent and the crowd was gone. It was a place of peace and silence and a great spot to clear your mind.

However, as Remus walked over the grass through the fence, he heard voices. Familiar voices.

He looked to the side and saw you and Sirius, in what seemed like a serious conversation. Guilt crept up to Remus for invading such a private moment, but James' words echoed in his head. He walked over to you and Sirius and when a twig broke under his foot, you looked up. Both you and Sirius blushed at the sight of Remus and a warm feeling washed over Remus as he watched the two people he loved.

‘Come sit,’ you said and patted on the space next to you on the bench.

Remus did and as you started to talk, he looked at Sirius. This one looked back and a similar smile spread on the boys' faces. Remus looked back at you while you talked. He heard what you said, but only got the essence of your story.

‘Do you think we can do this?’ you asked, breaking the silence that had fallen after you were done talking.

‘If there's anyone who can do this, it's us,’ Sirius grinned.

‘Couldn't agree more,’ Remus said and he smiled at Sirius.

It would be a difficult road, but you'll make it work.

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[simonsrosebud]

Dalton + the foxes spring break trip

this was one of the first prompts sent for kalton and i’m SO SORRY that it took me this long, anon!! almost a month, now!!  okay that’s not really that long but still, i kept saying i’d have it and NOW I FINALLY DO!!!  (and she long too)

dalton’s sitting in the lounge while kevin gets his spring physical when allison comes through the room.  she backtracks when she sees him, and sits on the arm of his chair.

“getting excited for spring break?”  she shrugs her one shoulder at him.

dalton shrugs.  it might be nice seeing the girls.  “sure, might go home for the week.”

allison frowns.  she leans away from him and grabs his shoulder.  “you’re not coming to florida with us?”  and looks the other way when kevin comes out of abby’s room.  “did you not invite dalton to florida?”

kevin stops.  fuck.  “i was going to.”

dalton starts to smile.  “he definitely wasn’t.”

allison looks between the two of them and stands.  “okay, well, if this causes drama please call me over?  i’d hate to miss it.”  she sends a wink dalton’s way and heads into abby’s room for her spring physical.

dalton stands and grabs kevin’s hand to lead him back out to the car.  “i don’t care that if you don’t invite me, kev.  me hanging with your friends makes you nervous, but keep in mind that andrew approves of me?  remember the date to the zoo?  i know he’s who you’re actually worried about.”

kevin knows this.  god, he knows.  he remembers their double date to the zoo with andrew and neil- as awful as it was because animals make him nervous.  but it was obvious that andrew approved after he talked to dalton after the winter banquet, and neither were harmed or fazed.

kevin’s still trying to get the scoop on  that.

but he still can’t promise the foxes will behave, and a week with them without a way to get out?  scary.  it’s not like they’d be able to just go to dalton’s.

plus, the night they got him wasted and spilled some of kevin’s secrets still haunts him.

“i’ll think about it.”

two days later, kevin stops by dalton’s classroom before they start.  “you can come, but i’m not letting you do shit just to please my friends.  they’re assholes and we both know it.”  that’s fair.  kevin lowers his voice.  ”if they cross a line and you don’t call them out on it then they’ll keep going, and you won’t be having sex for the rest of the month, and i find you won’t like it.  got it?”

dalton’s smiling.  kevin’s 100% serious, and dalton knows he won’t hesitate to hold up his bargain, but he doesn’t care.  it’s wickedly entertaining regardless.  “yes sir.”

kevin nods, and goes to leave.  halfway out of the room he turns.  dalton’s students always watch him like hawks, but he’s used to it by now.  “i’m serious, miller.”

the house is bigger than their first spring break house.  it’s beach front, and if they have neighbors within a mile then kevin surely can’t see them.

he and dalton get one of the two bedrooms on the top floor.  it’s them, and allison in the room beside them.

the first day they’re there, after everyone’s settled, the drinks immediately start flowing.  dalton starts to get more clingy, and at one point they disappear for two hours.

when they come back, changed and showered, dalton sits on the sofa tucked into kevin’s side.  allison points a drunken finger at dalton.  “i’d ask you why you left, but i could practically hear you guys fucking just going up the stairs!”  she sticks a finger to her mouth to fake gag.

kevin’s not one to talk about his sex life with this crew.  and dalton knows this, but kevin can see a snarky remark brewing in his head anyway, so kevin decides he can indulge his boyfriend this once.  “just because you’re not getting dick doesn’t mean i can’t.”

nicky chokes on his drink.  “no way is kevin a bottom!”

a few wads of cash silently get handed to neil while the group reacts to his comment.

matt turns to look at them.  “eh, i guess i can see it.”

“me too,” dalton says.

aaron gags.  “i’d rather die than continue this conversation.”

the next day is going well until lunchtime when kevin, nicky, andrew, aaron, and himself are in the kitchen.  dalton has offered to make the sandwiches for the beach so long as in exchange for not having to drag one of the coolers down onto the sand.

“okay but for real, how do you put up with kevin?  we lived with him, but i can’t imagine dating him.”

“the same way i couldn’t imagine dating you, but erik can.”

aaron steals a piece of cheese from the pack.  “i’d pay someone to kill me.”

“you guys realize he’s sitting right here?”  dalton glances to kevin sitting at a stool to the island.  he looks unbothered.

nicky shrugs.  “yeah, but he’s used to us teasing him.”

“cause he knows he’s an asshole.”

“does he get pissy when you try to talk about anything other than exy?”

“he was an uptight dick when he first stopped drinking.  how does it feel to date an alcoholic?  kevin, how does a vodka sound?”  andrew raises a brow.  dalton notices kevin stiffen just a bit.  that one stung a little.

dalton clenches his hand on the knife and stops what he’s doing to look at andrew.  “you remember our talk, andrew.”  andrew stops.  “don’t talk to him or me like that ever again.  i don’t cross your lines, don’t cross mine,” he says.  “yes or no?”

andrew is still for a solid minute.  dalton knows he respects him just enough to stop when he says no.  dalton has proved himself, and andrew knows he isn’t intimidated by him.  kevin doesn’t even have that from andrew yet.

plus, dalton learned pretty quick how to speak his language.

which is why dalton waits for the nod he knows will come.  “i’ll indulge.”  and leaves the kitchen.

when he does he looks to the other two.  “tease me all you want, i’ve got tough skin, but insult my boyfriend or my relationship to my face again and we’re going to have real problems.”  he continues making the last sandwich of the bunch, his own.  “after all, aaron, i’m sure you don’t like it when the foxes all question why on earth katelyn would a simple minded seemingly homophobic dick when there are plenty guys on the football team that would kill for a chance with a cheerleader.”  he shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich.

nicky looked guilty before, but after that he tries holding in a shit eating grin as aaron storms away.  when neil comes in a moment later confused, he asks, “why’s he pissed?”

“dalton came at his neck.”

neil, a little alarmed, takes a step away from dalton.

“that means he called him the fuck out on his bs, neil.”

oh.

“for what?”

dalton doesn’t care to stay for the rest of it.  he’s finished making sandwiches, and kevin looks smug where he’s sat.

“do good enough to keep sex for the month?”  dalton whispers and kevin tries not to laugh.  instead he takes dalton’s hand and leads him to their bedroom.

the next incident comes from the water balloons that dalton had brought.  no one notices they’ve disappeared until andrew comes through the house with a straight face and a bucket full of them.

he stands on the balcony that afternoon, pelting whoever went out on the deck with balloons.  and when dalton comes out with a few of his own he throws them right back.

but then neil comes out with more of his own, and matt joins neil’s side with a water gun.

dalton’s face falls.  “oh- oh this was not supposed to happen.”

as the attack starts, he tries to get back inside, but kevin is standing on the other side of the sliding door with a cocky grin, waving at him.

and the door’s locked.

“kevin!”

kevin cocks his head.  “i can’t hear you, d!”

dalton gawks, but then gasps when a bucket of ice water is dropped over him.  he looks up at neil leaning over the deck railing and laughing his ass off.  it’s a good thing he considers neil a friend.

kevin opens the door.  “sorry, i think the door must have been locked.”

dalton glares, and chases kevin soaking wet through the house.  when he grabs him by the thighs he lifts and throws him over his shoulder. 

“put me down or i- dalton don’t you dare throw me in the pool!”  he shouts when dalton runs out the door again.  and kevin shouts and grips onto dalton’s shirt as he jumps into the pool with kevin over his shoulder.

when they come back up kevin gasps and latches onto dalton.

“kev, i can’t carry us both!”  dalton jokes, kicking his legs to stay afloat.

kevin tries not to show his panic for a second.  he can’t touch the bottom.  “oh my god.”  his arms tighten around dalton’s neck, “i never learned how to swim,” he whispers.

dalton swims to where kevin can hold on to the ledge.  they’re both in their clothes, kevin even has socks on.

“you can’t swim?”

kevin shrugs and pulls himself out to sit on the concrete.  he peels his socks off, then his shirt.  dalton takes his shirt off, but he’s wearing swim trunks so he stays in.

“we never had the luxury of going to a pool or beach, i’ve only been to the beach a few times since i’ve come to south carolina.  i never go deep enough that i can’t touch.”

dalton holds a hand over his forehead to block the sun from his view.  kevin kind of looks like a god, backlit like this.

or an angel.

anyway…

“do you want me to teach you?”

kevin scowls a little bit, more to himself.  “don’t need to give them another reason to come at me.”

dalton nods.  he gets it, the foxes are a tough crew and kevin doesn’t always tell them when they’ve hit a nerve.  he just gives a “fuck you” and insults them back instead of telling them that he doesn’t like when they do ______.

to each their own.

but that night, dalton tells kevin to put his swim trunks on and meet him outside.  he’s in the pool when kevin opens the door.  “you know it’s like three in the morning, right?”

“you were up anyway.”

“sure, but not to go swimming.”  kevin sits on the edge of the pool.

dalton swims to him.  “what will it take for you to let me teach you to swim?”

kevin rolls his eyes.  he’s not doing this right now.  “d, i don’t go swimming.  there’s no point, really.”

“what if you’re on a boat and it sinks?”

“life jacket.”

“and if there’s not enough?  remember what happened in titanic?”

kevin glares.  they sit in silence for a minute, and eventually kevin looks his way again.  “what do you want me to do?”  he mumbles.

dalton pushes away from the wall.  “just swim to me.”

kevin stands.  “that’s not really teaching- oh!”  andrew rams into kevin to shove him into the pool, and dalton can’t really say he expected that, but it doesn’t surprise him once he registers it.  he knew andrew was awake when he passed him earlier.

andrew walked into the living room with a book in his hands, and stopped when he’d seen dalton.  “go to bed.”

“i’m waiting for kevin.”

“no fucking on the sofa, i’m not leaving.”  he said, and plopped down on the loveseat.

dalton kind of stammered for a second, and stood when kevin texted him back omw.

“i’m, no, we’re just going in the pool.”

andrew already had his book propped open.  “he can’t swim.”

“i’m gonna try to teach him.”  he’d said, and that was the end of it.

kevin gasps when he comes up from underwater, and on instinct swims to the edge of the pool and pulls himself out.  he goes to yell at andrew, but he beats him to it.  standing there, dry, andrew wipes a single splash droplet from his bicep.  “you can swim.”  and leaves.

dalton is grinning when kevin turns back around.

“i-i didn’t, i was already at the edge.”

“you swam like five feet, kev.  i think you’re capable of swimming, you’re just scared.”

he is not scared.  of water, for christ sake.

when dalton convinces him to get in the pool again, it’s just shallow enough that kevin can stand on his tip toes if he needs.  dalton is waiting on the other end.  kevin feels like a child.  “this is stupid.”

“just do it, and we can go have sex.”  and kevin isn’t even in the mood, because he’s still annoyed at andrew, but he’s not a coward anymore, so he ducks underwater and swims to his boyfriend.  when he gets close enough, dalton grabs his hands and pulls him the rest of the way.

kevin is smiling, a little.

he feels accomplished.  dalton isn’t stupid.

“okay, i didn’t include andrew in that, i promise, but at least we know you do know how to swim.”

and kevin literally has his lips on dalton’s.  he doesn’t want to think about andrew.  “shut up, please.”  and kisses him.

the only people who really get more color from the beach kevin, nicky, dalton, matt, dan, and allison.

neil’s is a special case, because while he gets tan, it’s only his legs, face, and arms to which he gains a wicked farmers tan that everyone teases him about.  he doesn’t really care.  you can only tell if he lifts his short sleeves, and since he never goes shirtless or wears tank tops, he can hide it.

aaron gets sunburnt, but that doesn’t count.

nicky claims that aaron always gets burnt, and that he’s never seen so much as a single patch of red skin on andrew.  only that he gets a little tan, sometimes, in the summer.

andrew decides not to let him be proven right (even though he is) and conceals himself under an umbrella, so no one knows for sure.  his armbands stay on, of course, and no one else is allowed to use his shade but neil and renee.

dalton plays football on the beach with matt and goes boogie boarding with neil and dan at one point.  and one day he surprises the group by saying that they should go surfing.

“you know how to surf?”  kevin flips his sunglasses up to look at his boyfriend clearly.  “since when?”

“we used to go on vacation to florida a lot, my grandparents used to have a condo.”

“and you surfed?”

“i mean, i’m no expert.”

kevin doesn’t care.  he’s seen surfers in motion.  it’s hot.  he wants to see dalton out there straddling a surf board.

but no one else knows how to surf, and they don’t feel like learning.  “we could go horseback riding like last year?”  dan offers.

dalton notices neil grimace.  kevin groans into his arm.  “what?”  he mumbles.

“i don’t trust large animals.”  he lifts his head up and points a finger at him.  “don’t make a comment.  that’s a perfectly valid argument.  they’re not to be trusted.  imagine if that thing kicked you in the face with a metal hoof?”

“aw, alright, it’s okay baby kevin,”  he pets kevin’s head, and jumps up and squeals when kevin lunges.  he tries to run, but falls behind tripping in the sand.  kevin grabs him from behind and jumps onto his back. 

dan turns to the group really quick.  “we all like dalton, yes or no, show of hands?”  everyone but aaron and andrew raise their hands.

neil looks back at him.  “andrew likes him.”

“aaron’s just still pissy that dalton told him to knock off the bs a few days ago.  he’s a yes.”

dan nods.  matt wraps an arm around her shoulders.  “man, i know kevin’s a pain in the ass, but it’s always just been his paranoia and anxiety.  the dude’s a little more fucked up than some of us.”

“that’s not necessarily relevant,” aaron says.

“no, i mean.”  matt shrugs.  “dalton’s good for him.  i think he’s helped a lot with that stuff.  he’s a good support system for kevin.  and a happy kevin is like the happy wife happy life thing, no?”

“you got that right.  plus, dalton’s not bad to look at.”  aaron kicks nicky’s foot.  “i’m allowed to acknowledge when someone’s attractive.  don’t tell me you don’t look at megan fox and go hm, she’s not bad to look at.”  aaron rolls his eyes.

allison looks out to kevin and dalton in the ocean.  they’re standing at almost chest deep, and dalton has one arm draped over kevin’s shoulder, keeping him steady, and the other pushing kevin’s hair from his forehead.

“this week was really fun.”

“i probably would’ve been annoyed at them all week without you here.”  dalton raises his eyebrows.  “you ground me.”

that makes him smile.  “i’m glad.”

kevin kisses him, and he means for it to just be chaste, but he goes in again because he can’t help himself.  and because he can.

dalton starts to smile against his lips, and slides a hand to the back of his head, through his wet hair.  “love you.”

kevin hums.  “i love you,” he mumbles, and when he pulls away he wraps himself around dalton in the water and drops his head on his shoulder.  thank god he invited him.

[youralternantpersonality]

Please Take Me

Please Take Me

 Request: Yes by anon. Embry Call x Reader: Hi! Could I please have a request where Embry saves the reader’s life, and in doing so imprints on them?

 A/n: It’s been a minute since I wrote something. So, thank you to whoever requested this! I hope it is what you wanted, and I hope you like it. This request helped me remember what I miss and enjoyed the most about writing. So, double thank you, my love!

Enjoy!

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You know how they say, always pay attention to your surroundings. Especially at night. And if you're a female (even though it does happen to males too). Yeah, well, guess who decided to not pay attention exiting the grocery store after my shift. My boss, Lenny, asked if he could walk me to my car and I refused. One, because he’s kind of creepy—he’s nice, but he just looks at you like he’s shocked at something. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him blink at least 3 times in a conversation I had with him. But secondly, I was exhausted.

I had 3 Karen’s and their husband Bob come into the store to complain about the quality of the meat, the long lines, or just because I had an “attitude.” And of course, I had to kick out at least an additional 4 people for not wearing a mask.

“It’s my right as an individual to not wear one.” Yeah, Dick and Barbra, it’s also my right to kick your ass.

“We have the right to not serve you, so go put on a mask or don’t come back. I simply don’t care.” I turn to the phone to make an announcement. “Security, please come to the front. We have a D.A.A.M.” D.A.A.M—Dumb Ass Anti-Maskers. But yeah, my day, like most days, was just peachy.

I always park my car on the side of the parking lot. Right next to the exit way and within eyesight of the security footage. I was halfway there where suddenly, I was pushed to the ground. I looked around and saw no one or thing around. So, I calmly got up, and I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I sprint to my car and unlock it. As I get in, I take a breather and turn on my car. I look in my rearview mirror, and I see dark red eyes looking back at me. Neither one of us moved. You know how you’re in so much shocked as something that if you look away, you’ll be afraid you’ll never see it again or you question if you ever saw it.

Yeah, that’s what is happening now. Neither of us blinked, moved, or exhaled. It wasn’t until a creepy smile formed on its face that I reacted. Before I could scream or move towards the door, they had their hand wrapped around my mouth.

“Drive, and don’t do anything stupid little one.” I nod my head and slowly drive off back towards my home near La Push but just beyond Forks' line. I slowly drive to buy myself some time to find an escape. But apparently, he already knew what I was thinking.

“Don’t even think about it, my little rabbit. Take a left up here.” I follow his orders, and he leads me to a wooded area. I park my car close to the street, and we get out and head towards the woods. I’m not sure how far we’ve gotten, but I know as I look around, all I see is darkness, tall trees, and I can’t hear the passing cars on the main road.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” he says, squeezing my arm, whispering into my ear. I look up at him, and he smiles and chuckles.

“Don’t worry, my little rabbit, we’re just going to play a nice game of ‘Hound and the Heir.’ You know that child game. Do you know or remember how to play?” he says, circling me. I nod my head, yes, tears coming down my face, not excited for what’s going to happen next.

“Good! How about I be generous and let my little heir go first. Ready…” I know I’m not going to make it.

“Set…” I say a quick prayer.

“GO!” I take off. Not sure where I’m going, not sure what direction I’m heading. All I know is, it’s better than where I was before. In the meantime, I scream and cry for help.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I scream into the night—to no one. I hear the demon’s laugh around me. I don’t know where but I try to push myself more to get out of here. It wasn’t until I felt a pair of hands push me into a tree as I was jumping over its root. I slam my right shoulder and scream in pain. The bastard grabs me, lifts me up effortlessly, and tosses me to the ground, landing on the same shoulder. This time, I heard a pop.

Like the Hound he is, he creeps up to me, and just as he is close, he lifts his head and looks behind me, and backs away. I look behind me and see giant wolves breaking through the trees, growling.

“Son of a bitch…” he says and takes off. They all go after him, except for the silver-white wolf. She stays behind and looks at me. She waits until a big black, dark brown and a dark silver wolf comes back. Three other figures come out as men. What the fuck is happening?

“Don’t worry, you’re okay. We’re going to take you back to our place and get you cleaned up.” Says the smaller one with the babyface. I just want to pinch his cheeks.

“Like hell you are! Who the fuck are you guys?! What the fuck just happened? I just got kidnapped, and all of a sudden, I’m supposed to be okay and just allow a set of random strangers to take me again?” What kind of backward hell is this?

“We promise, we’re not going to hurt you.” Says the leaner one, I turn to him to say a snarky remark, but it gets caught in my throat. Hot fucking damn… “Be cool bitch, be cool…wait…”

“There's 4 wolves and 3 shirtless guys. What combination of that says ‘safe’ to you?” I ask him. Instead of giving me an answer, he just stares at me. I look at the others as they're looking at him. The babyface one and another one that resembles a chipmunk starts laughing, and the wolves look irritated or unbothered. Regardless, I move to get up but end up falling.

“FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! My ankle!” I say, staying on the ground, trying to cradle my shoulder while trying to not put pressure on my right ankle. It seemed that’s when Mr. Fuck Me woke from his daydream and came over to me.

“Here, let’s get you to Emily’s house.” then proceeds to effortlessly lift me up as if I am a feather.

“Holy shit, you're strong…don’t fucking drop me.” He smiles down at me and laughs,

“I promise I won't.” He turns to everyone, “We’ll see you guys there. Yes, Leah, stay behind.” He says, talking to the white wolf.

“Great, I’m stuck with a psycho who talks to animals… What is this? The Wild Thornberry’s?” I look around. He smiles,

“Naw, let’s just say you’re life is about to get interesting, cutie.” He says, then smiles and winks at me. Um, sir…please fuck me.

~~~

“And that’s it,” Embry says nervously.

“That’s it?” I asked, questioning as if what he told me was enough to not have a billion questions.

“Yep.” I shake my head.

“How does it work? Does it hurt?” he smiled,

“Yeah, at first it did, but it gets better over time. You should see us when we first phase. You know how when a baby deer or giraffe is born, they can barely stand, and they wobble all over the place. That’s what happens to us. Only we’re over six feet with big heads.”

“Speak for yourself. Paul's head is the biggest.” Jared says, interrupting us. We were at Sam and Emily’s house, and it had been a month since the terrible day in the woods. Embry brought me back here with Leah to get cleaned up. Ever since, he never left my side…not that I was complaining. It was just weird; I never had or even actually wanted someone to be around like he is. Hell, I can barely stand to be around my own family.

“Anyways, you’re giving me a ride one of these days.”

“Not while you’re hurt…” Embry said in a monotonous stern voice…Zaddy. Let me stop…

“Fair enough. Now, is there anything else I should know before I ask questions? I would prefer to have all the information out now; that way, we can move forward.” Everyone—Jared, Sam, Emily, and Embry—becomes quiet.

“And, that’s my cue. I’m going to see how long it takes to annoy Kim before she kicks me out of her house. Good luck!” Jared says, grabbing 3 cookies and a biscuit before running out the door. Sam and Emily give words of encouragement to Embry and leave.

“Embry…what’s going on?” I said, looking at him. He clears his throat.

“Well, there is one other thing. Just to let you know, it’s completely voluntary. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You are 100% in control between us. Okay?” he says nervously. I look at him suspiciously. I nod my head for him to continue. “Well, there's this thing called imprinting. You know…you know how after a while, you couldn’t figure out why but you felt like you wanted to be around me—for us to be close to one another?”

“More like need, but sure, continue.” He shakes his head and smiles.

“Well, there's a reason behind that. You know what mating is, right?” I nod my head.

“Like eagles when they mate for life. Right?”

“Yeah! Exactly! Well, that’s what happened that night in the woods. When I looked at you like a deer looking at headlights. I, uh, I imprinted on you.” He says nervously. I start feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I'm glad like a mother fucker that I get to have Embry in my life, but on the other, would he have wanted me without imprinting?

“I know what you’re thinking, and honestly, I actually already did like you.” He smiles as I looked at him, confused. “Last year, at the beach. You were walking back to your car while I was walking with Quil and Jake towards the water. We kind of passed each other. I don’t think you noticed me, but I saw you and thought you were the most amazing person I’ve seen. After that, I may have tried to go to the beach as often as possible to see you, but I never did. It wasn’t until the day in the woods that I saw you again. so my initial reaction was both happy because I finally found you again and because I found you.” He says, holding my hand. I started to tear up and smile.

“That’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I laugh and reach in to hug him without hurting my shoulder and ankle.

“I’m glad. So, it’s up to you, Y/n. Whatever you want us to be, I’ll be that and there for you always.” I smile and place my left and on his cheek.

“I want you to always be in my life Embry call.” I smile back at him. He grabs my wrist and kisses it and rubs circles on the back of my hand. We eventually start closing the distance between us.

“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly. I nod my head, and he smiles. “I’m going to need verbal consent, love.” I laugh at him,

“Yes. Yes, you may kiss me, please.” And he does. It was gentle, and it felt like home. Then it really felt like home when we heard whistling, hooting, and other unnecessary noises coming outside of the sliding door. We turned to look, only to see Jared, Paul, Jake, and Quil being stupid. I hit my face in Embry’s shoulder as he gave them the finger.

Who would’ve thought that my life would go from boring to adventurous all because of a vampire? I could honestly say I would have it any other way…like for real, I would have instead met Embry at the beach, but at least I can say I have met the love of my life.

  *Masters List is in the description bar*

[little-diable]

Gone - Jax Teller (angst/fluff)

 Request by anon: Jax teller x reader some sad shit

This is pretty sad, I listened to the song “the end of everything” by Noah Cyrus, while writing this. If you need somebody to talk to, please just message me. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: loss of a family member, could be triggering. 

Her fingers were trembling, another sob wrecked through (y/n), her hands were tightly grasping her phone, pressing it against her chest. She rocked her body  forwards and backwards, her mind was racing, it felt as if the whole room was closing in on her, (y/n) couldn’t breathe properly anymore. The (y/h/c) haired girl stumbled out into the garden, crashing down on her knees, (y/n) pressed her forehead against the grass, nails clawing into the soil, screaming as if she was burning alive.  

The ringing of his phone wouldn’t stop, it seemed as if Jax was either not hearing it or as if he wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, so (y/n) began to dial Chibs number, praying to the gods above, that’d answer his phone. 

„(Y/n)?” Loud music was blasting from the speakers, it took Chibs a few seconds to leave the clubhouse, a smile on his lips as he took in the calm atmosphere outside.

„Chi-” she didn’t get far, another sob interrupted her. “(Y/n)? What’s going on?” Panic clear in his voice as he placed his bottle down on the wooden table, he felt sick to his stomach as he took in the sound of her crying. 

(Y/n) could still recall the way the ringing of her phone had ripped her out of her sleep, an annoyed sigh had left her lips before she had answered the call, “Miss (Y/l/n)? I am calling from the St. Thomas Hospital, I am sorry to inform you,” the lady didn’t have to keep on talking, (y/n) knew from that second on, that her aunt had died, the last remaining part of her family, the mother she never had, the best friend that kept her sane through all those years. She was gone. How could she just be gone? Not breathing anymore? Leaving (y/n) behind, all on her own. 

Chibs took a deep breath. „We‘ll be there in a second,“ still confused about what was actually going on, with long strides he walked into the clubhouse, grasping Opies shoulder, taking the glass out of his hand.“I’ll meet you at your bike in a minute, we have to see (y/n).”

As he spoke her name, Opie jogged out of the room, bitter feeling heavy on his tongue, (y/n) was one of his closest friends, he felt anxious, not knowing why Chibs had looked that distressed.  

“Come on Teller, we have to leave.” Chibs took a hold of Jaxs hand, shying away the crow eater that was sitting on his lap, a determined look on his face as he pulled the blonde haired biker outside. “What the fuck bro?” Anger swapped over Jax, he wasn’t in the mood for any games, he felt tired, exhausted, just needed a second to breathe, without having to worry about any club business. Chibs grasped his collar, jaw clenched, a fire was burning in his eyes. „Something is seriously wrong with (y/n), so, get your ass on your bike, we are leaving.”

The sound of their nearing Harleys made her lift her head, tears were still falling from her eyes, (y/n) was crouching on the floor, desperate to have her friends near, she needed something, or rather someone, to hold onto.

“(Y/n)!” Jax called out her name as he found her frame, dressed in nothing else than her  nightgown, seemingly unbothered by the chilly October air. Jax fell to his knees in front of her, he grasped her tearstained face, his heart was clenching as he looked at her, almost ready to start crying as well. 

„She,“ (y/n) took a deep breath, hiccups left her. „She died Jax.“

Both Chibs and Opie were standing behind her, hands covering their faces as they tried to take in, what she had just told them. 

(Y/n)s aunt had been a close friend of the club, knowing that she could leave her niece behind, without having to worry too much, the boys would take good care of her. Jax pulled her into his chest, chin placed on top of her head, hands moving up and down her freezing skin, his eyes found Chibs and Opies, nodding his head “yes”, telling them, that he’d take care of her. Both men grasped her trembling shoulder, pressing a kiss onto the back of her head, before leaving the pair on their own. Jax took a hold of her frame, carrying her inside, towards the bathroom, knowing that he’d have to try and get her to warm up.  

“Don’t leave, please,“ she whispered as he walked out of the room, trying to give her some kind of privacy. His bright eyes found her glassy ones, slowly getting rid off his clothing, trying not to look at her exposed frame, Jax couldn’t even remember a day where he didn’t crush on (y/n), but he always had been too scared to ask her out, acting as if she’d deserve someone better than him. (Y/n) grasped his forearm, head placed against his wet shoulder, hot water was crashing down on them, soothing her tender muscles, mixing with her tears. 

Jax desperately tried to comfort her somehow, knowing that nothing in this world could take her pain away, he could try, but he wouldn’t succeed. He wrapped a big towel around her wet body, drying her off, eyes focused on hers, wiping away some of her tears with his thumb.

“Thank you,“ her voice sounded raspy from all the crying. Jax pressed a kiss to her forehead. „Always,” he whispered against her skin, pulling her into the bedroom, putting his shirt into her hands, while he was looking for a pair of panties for her to wear. 

“I don’t know mom, I’m not sure, if I’m doing enough.” His phone was placed between his ear and his shoulder as he prepared her a cup of tea, not noticing the way (y/n) was leaning against the door frame. It was around eight in the morning by now, (y/n) couldn’t close her eyes without having another panic attack, so Jax had stayed by her side, cuddled to her chest as they were watching movies, no words were shared between the pair, leaving Jax uncertain, if he was doing the right things. 

“Yeah, I will. Bye mom,“ a sigh left him as he placed his phone down on the counter, hands pressed against the cold surface, head hung between his arms. 

„You’re doing enough, more than I could ever ask for.” His head whipped around, meeting her eyes, (y/n) stepped towards him, she pulled herself up on the counter, pulling him against her chest. (Y/n) ran her hand through his hair, she tugged on his roots, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were focused on his lips, finally giving into her instincts as she pressed her lips against his, her lips were tingling, Jax melted into her touch, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. 

“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time by now,“ Jax mumbled against her lips, hands placed on her hips. „Me too,“ (y/n) had to feel his lips on hers again, finally being able to let go of her pain, even just for a few minutes. Jax Teller was everything she had ever wanted and needed, finally, after years of waiting,  he was hers and (y/n) wasn’t planning on letting him go anytime soon, he’d pull her out of the darkness, would fight her demons for her, (y/n) was sure of it.