#also im sorry i took such a ridiculous take on this prompt

[greyeyedmonster-18]

good luck rituals (old and new)

(My prompt for this years RSCandyHearts by @goodboylupin was "superstar". While I'm not sure if this is what the box of candy hearts had in mind when it was chosen, this is what I came up with and I immensely enjoyed writing it. For those of you who are unfamiliar, here is short YT clip of the "superstar" reference...

otherwise.

enjoy

xoxo)

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Remus’s back was pressed firmly against the cool brick of backstage as he listened to the stand-up comic start to wrap up their set. Ending their ten-minute slot with a joke about travel size snacks, that was yielding little response from the audience. Though, Remus wasn’t sure if it was the material (well, not entirely sure) or the lack of audience, having refused to peek around the corner of the wings to look out into the eyes of strangers. Instead, he kept his eyes closed, and he took a breath to try to calm his nerves and the heartbeat he could feel in his fingertips. Trying to remember this is what he had been working for and dreaming about.

All the time spent busking on street corners.

Working a stupid office job making photocopies and answering phones despite how often his voice cracked.

All the time spent practicing in tiny apartments and recording on his ancient computer in coat closets to avoid upsetting his neighbors with the dulcet sounds of improvisational jazz on an alto saxophone.

Time and energy and he had finally landed himself a slot at the Black Lagoon Lounge.

Well.

An unofficial slot on a night reserved for amateurs, that was unpaid, but he had auditioned and one someone over. He was talented enough to be standing backstage, waiting for his name to be announced by the host; for the lights to dim.

Waiting for his own ten minutes in the spotlight.

He was sweating already, thin turtleneck sticking to his skin as he exhaled through his mouth before he put his saxophone down on the piano bench backstage, hearing his old music teachers voices in the back of his mind screaming bloody murder as he did so.

You’ve been nervous before, Lupin. You’ll be nervous again, and you can still do this.

He swallowed and tilted his head back to stair up at the rafters. A mess of narrow catwalks and railings.

“I can do this,” Remus whispered to himself before placing his hands underneath his armpits, fingers applying pressure against his ribcage just so. “I can do this,” he repeated, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

At least he didn’t smell.

Clean sweat.

Clean set.

“Let’s hear it one more time for Florence!” The host exclaimed, clapping into the microphone on stage. “Now this next one, I think you will really like…”

Remus picked up his saxophone and clipped it to the lanyard around his neck. His mother had knitted a pad for the back of it, bright magenta and yellow resting just below brown curls.

“All the way from Detroit…”

Inhale.

“Please welcome--Remus Lupin, his saxophone called Moony, and jazz.”

Remus snorted at the introduction, exchanging a weak smile with the Host—a man with messy jet back hair and round glasses, in purple plaid pants—as he walked onto the stage. He waited for the lights to dim slightly, blinking out into the lounge.

It wasn’t exactly the roar of the crowd.

A drunk at the back of the bar, slumped over on a stool.

A few staff pretending to be super busy, making scenes of taking a single plate left behind back to the kitchen.

The odd couple making out over their table, second drinks forgotten, in favor of touches and giggles and tongues.

And then there was him.

Remus already suffered from incurable dry mouth, having taken the route of soaking his reeds before playing, learning the hard way that he simply couldn’t conjure enough moisture on his own. His mother always said he lost everything sweating about the small stuff. But this man blinking back at him in the audience caused every drop of moisture Remus had left on this tongue to evaporate.

“H-h-i—” Remus started, his voice cracking, somehow able to turn a one syllable word into three. An impressive skill and he felt his face flush, looking down at the microphone to avoid the stare of him. “I uh, will…spare everyone here tonight a fumbled introduction, I’m not great with talking… just…I think I’ll just play, if that’s alright.”

A small chuckle.

That was the roar.

Remus made quick work of test notes.

Making sure his fingers remembered how to move.

And that his lungs remembered how to breath.

And that is mind and heart loved how it felt to be the center of attention for once for all the right reasons, watching out of his peripherals as the couple stopped making out and the staff slowed their paces as he played.

Remus went to the bar after his set, his saxophone in its case beside him, fiddling with the flimsy red straw in his whiskey and coke. He smiled to himself.

I don’t know what I just listened to, but I’m pretty sure I liked it, The Host had said after Remus exited the stage to the sound of cheers and a whistle.

“I liked your set,” came a voice and Remus looked away from floating ice cubes in his glass to see leather trousers sitting next to him at the bar stool.

“Uh, thanks.”

“I liked your audition tape too.”

“Tape?” Remus asked, panicked and finally looking up at the face that he knew belonged to black trousers. The one with the eyes he had avoided his entire set. The one with the cheekbones and the long, black curly hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail like something out of Vogue. The one who whistled at the end of his slot.

“Sirius Black—I own this place. I couldn’t make it to the auditions, but I did have them recorded…” He trailed off, with a lopsided grin, signaling the bartender. “I knew you were a good bet.” Remus nearly choked on his whiskey, and he sat up straighter on his bar stool unconsciously and Sirius laughed, “Relax, relax. I just said I liked it.”

“And I’ve forgotten every word except for thank you, and I’m…pretty sure I need to impress you further.”

Sirius laughed softly—that was the roar he heard earlier, this man— “Impress me? I just work here.”

“I’m told its part of playing the game…”

“Well, my philosophy has always been let your craft play the game for you…”

“You’re a musician?”

Another bark of laughter, and Sirius took two tattooed fingers and fished the cherry out of the top of his drink, “No, just a Lounge owner, I’m afraid.”

“Then of course you don’t know about the games. I’ve been at this for years and its always the people in charge you need to impress…”

“And you haven’t?”

“My music and…me…we’re an acquired taste, it seems.”

Sirius grinned, that cocky-lopsided one he saw earlier somewhere at his five-minute mark in his set, the one that definitely didn’t make him flush and definitely didn’t make him tongue tied now, “Lucky you then.”

“Wh-y’s,” another crack in his vocal cord, elongating syllables, “that?” Remus quickly picked up his drink and took a large gulp.

“I have a refined palette.” Sirius shrugged, “But—”

“But?”

“I have to ask what you were doing before you played.”

“Oh, I just work a stupid office job. Signatures and…filing.”

“No, backstage before you went on."

“W-What?”

“I went to go ask my brother about something, he's the annoying one with the headset running around back there, and saw you…you know…smelling your hands. Good luck ritual?”

“Oh god,” Remus smacked his hand against his forehead, “I’ll buy you a drink if you pretend you didn’t see.”

“I drink for free.”

“…Hot wings then?” Sirius laughed again and Remus winced, running his hand down his face, “I will give you the ten I made in tips tonight."

"Keep your money."

"You saw...?"

“I didn’t.”

“…Thanks.”

“I’ll just have to wait and see if you do it again next week. Find out eventually. This will be fun."

“Next week?”

“Refined palette.” Sirius said, picking up his pink drink and standing off the barstool, “You’ll get a call Monday.”

“I could kiss you.”

“Slow down there, superstar.” Sirius winked and made his way back to the center of the Lounge where he was sitting when Remus had first seen him to watch the rest of the acts.

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Remus stood in front of the entrance of the Black Lagoon Lounge, phone stretched out in his hand, and his saxophone in the other as he pasted on a goofy grin and snapped a photo.

We’re still here! Another Saturday! Will send the recording as always.

A year ago, Remus felt lucky to have a 10-minute slot for amateur night.

And then he felt lucky to have a half hour slot to open on Saturday nights.

And then—now—he couldn’t believe his name was the one on the marquee.

TONIGHT: REMUS LUPIN, MOONY, AND....JAZZ

He waved to the security team as he walked in through the double doors, and down the stairs through black velvet curtains. He wasn’t on for another two hours but could smell the smoke and hear the soothing vocals of the singer who opened for his own opener.

It was the same every Saturday, and entirely different at the same time.

A routine he could rely on with familiar faces. The staff. The Host. The doors and his dressing room, now filled with his favorite brand of cigarettes and cards from people who had stumbled by the lounge and heard him play.

He kept his mother’s neck cushion on his lanyard.

He kept his reeds in a cup of water.

Some things didn’t change.

But now he played to full rooms. An actual crowd, the sound of cutlery clinking together accompanying his sets. Regulars who sat in the front every week and put twenties into a hat he left on the stage.

Sirius.

Who stood in the back, leaning against the bar with his long curly hair swept to the side and his array of leather clothing and whistled every time.

Every week for a year

And Sirius went from handsome man who made intense eye contact in a nearly empty lounge To Lounge owner.

To Man He Needed to Impress

To Friend

To Boyfriend.

There was a knock at the door, the backstage manager, who Remus had learned was Sirius’s brother, popping his head in to signal it was getting closer to show time.

Remus still carried his own saxophone backstage with him, not trusting anyone else to set it up just right and the way he liked it.

Remus still got nervous, like it was the first night all over again. Reveling in the sensation of his heartbeat hammering a rhythm of its own.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, placing his hands underneath his armpits, and applying light pressure.

“You have been nervous before, and you will be nervous again,” Remus whispered to himself, “And you can do this.”

“You can do this,” came a second voice and Remus opened his eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of Sirius in front of him. The toes of their shoes were touching, and Remus sometimes wished he could spend the evening counting eyelashes on grey eyes instead of counting out beats in his head.

Lucky that there was time for both, knowing Saturdays ended with Your Place or Mine? And absent touches on freckles and scars and tattoos and ribcages and hipbones.

Sirius looked at him expectantly, “Go ahead and finish…bad luck if you don’t.”

Remus shook his head but brought his fingers to the base of his nose and inhaled deeply anyway. It was bad luck if he didn’t finish the ritual.

“Still the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever seen….” Sirius said.

“Ever?”

“Definitely.”

“Well, I have a second good luck ritual now too and its bad luck not to finish it…” Remus teased, and Sirius laughed, bringing a hand up to Remus’s chin and tilting it upward before kissing him softly.

“Good luck, superstar.”

#rscandyhearts #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #love love love #everyone praise me for writing a damn thing #i did it!! #before the deadline! #amazing! #also im sorry i took such a ridiculous take on this prompt #but you are wrong if you think remus WOULDNT do this

[husbandohunter]

hello!! this is my first time requesting something ever so if i did something wrong im so sorry 😭

but i’d really like to request something with xiao where reader really wants to go to the festival with him but obviously he can’t/doesn’t want to so he rejects them :’) and reader ends up not going and just watches the fireworks alone from afar untilllll xiao comes and sits next to them and it’s just the two of them enjoying each other’s company 🙊🙊 and maybe like an angst to fluff/comfort typa moment

idk idk AHH if u aren’t comfy writing that it’s all good! this scenario just been stuck in my head for a while.

The Lights Bring me to my Qixin [Xiao x Reader]

Synopsis: He was hard to love, you were easy to love

Genre: angst/comfort, gender neutral reader, You fell first but Xiao fell harder and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!

(A/n): tldr; Xiao needs to love himself 😤 also I'm so sorry it took this long anon. And you didn't do anything wrong! Thank you for sucha cute prompt :)

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Xiao materializes himself on a bridge, a gust of wind fading beneath his feet. He doesn't move for a certain time, standing still as if he had no presence and just stares quietly. Only the moon was present tonight. No stars. A lone glow emitted right above where he remained and briefly he imagined, there was something melancholic about it. How the scenery made the lights in Liyue Harbor more apparent.

You would have loved to see this.

The adeptus recoils immediately and shakes away from those impending thoughts. No, he musn't dwell too much. He already made his decision. When you asked him to spend the lantern rite together, a voice inside his head acted before he even realized.

"No."

That was what he told you. It came out far more blunt than intended, followed by the poor choice of teleporting away. The pain on your face was something Xiao didn't want to think about. Because to him, you were like the city he gazed upon. Best admired from a distance. What affected the adeptus at the cost of what he wanted didn't matter.

His heart tightens. It's better this way.

"Why hello there! Care to join me for a drink this fine evening?"

Xiao spun around and saw Venti crouched on the handle while holding out a ceramic cup. Was he there the whole time or had his senses been dulled? It was hard to tell coming from an Archon.

Normally, he would refuse just as he would with anybody. But a part of him wanted to. Part of him wanted something that would help him take off his mind from those bothering emotions.

The two anemo users share a glass of rice wine pudding under the sky. Venti downs his fourth drink and Xiao glances at the watery reflection held by the glossy rim.

"If I recall, festivals are meant to be celebrated with wine and laughter. Maybe more of the former but it can't be complete without the other!" The bard cheers, his voice echoing around them, "Is the taste not to your liking?"

Xiao frowns, "No."

"No? Hmmm," Venti hums and taps his chin, "That's a shame. You were the second person who told me that."

As if he waited for Xiao to ask him who exactly, Venti proceeded to answer anyways, "As a travelling bard, I like to spread tales of heroic stories far and wide. Just so happened I landed a spot at the Teahouse yesterday. This good fellow sat in a corner, not even reacting to a single word I spoke, hmph!"

The teahouse? Wasn't that the place you always told him about? Repeating exaggerated stories about the mighty Yakshas who fought beside Rex Lapis during the Archon war?

"Ridiculous. Adepti cannot transform to anything but what they're already given. Mortal imagination are incomprehensible these days."

"Though you gotta admit, Bosacious with a serpent guardian sounds pretty cool...hold on, are you...laughing?"

"...Ridiculous."

"Did they say anything in particular?"

"Let me think, aha!" The bard snaps his fingers and looks upwards, "They said my interpretation of the story brought back good memories. That it reminded them of someone, which, they didn't tell me the name. But poor thing looked as if they were about to cry."

"...I see," he downs the drink in one gulp.

"Not even curious about who this mysterious person may be?" Venti insisted.

The adeptus huffs quietly and turns his head, "I have no recollection of such events. I must have mistakened them for someone else."

That's right. Whether you were happy or sad doesn't affect him in any way. Xiao knew where he stood. Karmic debt was a heavy burden to bear, it could be contagious and destructive if he wasn't too careful. Although you didn't like whenever he mentioned this, he truly believed that soon the curse will consume him completely. The yaksha's sole duty exists primarily for Liyue and to serve Rex Lapis whenever needed. Everything else becomes insignificant.

It's better this way. Xiao tells himself again. Mortal desires have no substance to him and neither does his own. I really don't care.

Settling down the glass, the adeptus walks toward the opposite direction, his back facing Venti away from the Harbor they watched.

"Leaving just when the celebration started? Someone's in a hurry," Venti chirped.

Xiao looks with downcasted eyes, stopping right at the edge. The trees rustle and a soft breeze picks up, brushing against his skin. It was colder now.

"Sorry," he breathes out, "Tonight, I just want to rest."

•••

You headed home through your usual route, sword in hand, except now there were no monsters to be dealt with.

How strange. Surely the landlord didn't suddenly commission members from the adventurer's guild, at least not regularly. It had been reoccuring for the past couple of days. Hilichurl masks sprawl across the field and whoever left this mess surely wasn't the type to play gently. Judging by how it looks, they were probably an aggressive fighter. A very powerful and aggressive fighter.

"Totally not complaining, though..." you mumbled, still perplex. It would be nice to know who did all this.

...

Xiao pierces the eye of a ruin guard and grunts as he retrieved his spear forcefully.

Just how many lives does he need to keep taking until he can finally rest? The question occasionally pops into his mind. Though seeing that he was fighting another day is proof enough. These hands were meant for war and destruction. Whatever comes near him, whatever he touches, would wither like a Qixin affected by poison.

When Rex Lapis appointed him, the adeptus said to be treated at his disposal. Xiao was a tool for battle. An extension of his blade and a mind equivalent to the vigor of any weapon. If he was ordered to throw his life away by facing the gods of Celestia, then there would be no hesitation.

But really, Xiao was more of a shield than a blade. He took every blow without complaining and did so for many years. Even if his achievements resulted in no glory, Xiao would remain in the shadows, exactly where he belongs. Just as you would one day come to hate him for hurting you that day, despise him for his silence, and see him as untrustworthy, Xiao would never leave his post. Because...that was his duty. The guardian yaksha.

Yes he'd rather had you hate him. Yes, he distanced himself without explanation and left things unsaid in more instances than one. Yes, it was better this way.

What am I even doing?

Regardless, in this year's lantern rite, he wanted you to enjoy the festival as you did the last. It was the least he could do. Xiao thought by eliminating the monsters that crowded your path would somehow alleviate the trouble he had caused. So he tosses blow after blow, harder than the last, trying to eradicate that pain and these unecessary emotions.

And right before the final strike, he stops. Within the adeptus a Qixin flower sprouted alone amongst the depths of his withered heart. Something that had already been planted during last year's lantern rite. Xiao made his decision. But he hesitated, unable to gather the strength and remove the thorn that bothered him incessantly.

"Adeptus Xiao."

The yaksha's breath races. Your voice. Thankfully he didn't sense any danger and concluded you made your way home safely. Did you eat yet? What were you doing out this late? Xiao waits and listens, once more, watching from a distance.

"Nevermind. I just missed saying your name, that's all."

The hard line of his mouth opens halfway as he tried not to make a single sound. He camaflouges himself among the trees, your back in his view while you hugged your knees close. Xiao leans against the bark, a shadow casting over his features.

He really shouldn't be here. An adeptus has no right to traverse into the realm he does not belong in. Xiao knows better than anyone exactly how the events will turn out between god and humanity. Like dark and light, made to balance the other, but too close would result in one's destruction, and the thought of that terrifies him to the core.

"I wonder if I said something wrong back then," you softly said, "He always did how much of a nag I could be. What if he...was fed up with everything I did...?"

Xiao caught his breath on hold, almost saying something he shouldn't. That's not true! Those words are clawing on his throat. You have no idea how hard it was for him to reject you over and over again. He pushed you away because he was afraid he would hurt you in more ways than one. Do you realize these feelings have been torturing him? Seeing you hurt, on the verge of tears, why can't you just understand that all he wanted was for you to be happy?

"I'm sorry. I had no idea that my actions affected you so much."

Yes. Yes they have, and he was forever grateful for it.

"Are you...happier though? If you're out there."

Silence passes through between the mortal and yaksha, accompanied by the chilly touch of a sky's breathly sigh. Bright rays thinned across the plains built upon Wuwang hills as the sun sets and around your small form. A golden reflection mirrored in the adpetus' eyes. 

He could never.

You hear a thump and the sound of leaves falling down as Xiao unmounted himself from the branches. Seeing him was like a dream, you hardly believed it was real. The man wore an unreadable expression, often carrying the hard edge in every part of his features. However perhaps it was the sunset which hindered your perception. There was something different this time, something you haven't seen before and you were oblivious to.

"You called?"

Even until now the shock hasn't left you completely and you struggled on what to do next, "I did, but," still seated where you were previously, you dared not to blink, "Why are you here?"

Xiao casted his gaze to the side as if unable to look at you any longer, "I should be asking you that question. Didn't you want to see the lantern rite?"

What a silly statement. Of course you wanted to watch the lanterns, and most of all, with him by your side.

You stood up and dusted the grass of your sides, "It's not the same without you, Xiao."

"They're just lights," he dismisses.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there really are just a bunch of floating lanterns," you shrugged your shoulders, "But not for me. When my siblings passed away, I thought nothing would ever be the same again. We used to make lanterns every year. I didn't have the courage to do them on my own because I just thought there was no point."

For the first time in a while, Xiao stays instead of leaving, "Is that so?"

The adeptus has observed the changes Liyue had gone through. If there is one thing in this world which can carve the core of every human, it was loss. He has known many who were victims to it or were the cause of each grief. An emotion that can warp a man, to something more darker, more distant.

"I was right. Things won't be the same," you parroted, yet grinning from ear to ear, "When we watched the festival with you last year, I realized just because you've lost something good doesn't necissarily mean you won't find it again."

"Don't ever change," his gaze on you was softer now.

"I didn't but you did," stomping up to him, you puffed out your cheeks with an angry look, "What has gotten into you? If I did something to upsetting, don't just get up and leave me hanging! Here I thought I made you so angry which caused you to he in a bad mood around everyone else."

"I-- I apologize..." Xiao nears himself to you, little by little, he examines your countenance, "It wasn't my intention."

"I was worried, you know?"

Although you were showing signs of relief, you continued to bring forth your hands and wipe away the tears building up at the corner of your eyes. What an emotional creature. His Qixin. While you slowly recovered, Xiao waits patiently, with every passing moment filling his withered heart. And then things became clear to him.

It was impossible for the adeptus to severe his bond with this human.

"You can be such a fool sometimes," you meekly stated, sniffling from the cold, "The worry you cause others. Always putting up a mask when you obviously don't want to."

"I know."

"And going off on your own without considering how they feel."

"I know."

He wasn't going to argue against your words and admittedly, well deserved. You let out a breath and the two of you stayed there in comfortable nothingness. No exchanges but the gap mended itself somehow. Xiao hadn't moved all that much even when you were in arm's reach. This man was always so careful and you knew he wouldn't hurt anyone out of his own selflessness.

You took a hold of both his hands and brought them to your face.

"What are you doing?" Xiao retorts, desperately, "You can't touch me."

The nudge indicates that he wanted to pull away, but when you squeezed them a little tighter, his tugs have grown weaker.

"You're saying they do nothing but kill and destroy," whispering, you closed your eyes and reveled in his warmth, "They're rough from years of use but so soft. I can't help think about those horrible things you said about yourself, weren't true at all."

Xiao feels as if he was being washed away in a current he couldn't control. It brings him from his own sense, watching you fondly speak of him with words he didn't think was very fitting. Not a single drop of urge from the adeptus wanted to remove your touch. Like water to the Qixin growing in his heart, a healing balm to his tattered soul, he revels in it.

"Stay with me," you whispered.

How could he refuse?

In the sky, a thousand lanterns lit up among the stars. Xiao wonders to himself, if it would be selfish for an adeptus to dwell in human feelings. The battles he fought over a milennia was enough to make him solidify his identity as a warrior. Yet the new emotions he have come across, Xiao doesn't know when he will ever have the courage to give it a name.

Time. He has plenty.

Whatever the future may bring, Xiao will accept it as long as he can see you flourish into the beautiful Qixin he'd come to cherish.

#genshin impact xiao #genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons

[reverie-verse]

Love Triangle Or Not (Four)- Pt 4 ..haha

Here are the other parts

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions  

I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret. 

A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy. 

Established something between Tris and Four. 

Yooo I am so sorry I know it says late night confeession but thats not what happend. Im sorry the story writes itself sometimes hahha.

My requests are OPEN

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Four ran from the room he and Tris were in, Jeanin laid unconscious on the floor. His mind reeled back to you. His panic set in, the two of them ran together, Caleb, Marcus and Will were not too far behind them. “ We need to get to the train!” Tris says, she shifts her gaze to Four.

Four growls in irritation, you should’ve been back by now and you're not. Four comes to a halt and so does the rest of the group. 

“ What are you doing? We need to go now!” Tris yells.

“ It’s Y/N. I can’t leave. Just go to the train and get on, I’ll be right behind you guys”  Four runs in the opposite direction back into the building hunting for you. He’ll be damned if he were to ever leave you behind. He’ll be damned if you're hurt, and if you were he only had himself to blame. He asked you to do this mission, it was a rushed process he knew that. Yet his heart still sank, he needed to make sure you were safe. He had so many things to say to you things he wished he had said earlier. So many emotions filtered through his mind and he only could think about you. 

As if on cue, you stumbled out of the room that you and Eric were fighting in. Grabbing both hands he socked you in the side of the ribs repeatedly. You curved in on yourself in an attempt to block the punches. Eric managed to corner you between the wall and himself. Four panicked yelling at the top of his lungs from the other end of the hall “ GET OFF HER!” Four took off into a full sprint. Eric snapped his head towards four realizing that he was in fact awake and not affected by the serum. You took advantage of his distraction. You’ll definitely need to thank Four for that later. You pushed the hand away that held your wrist. Reach up and over Eric’s head you forced it down, locking it in place with your other hand. You jumped up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. You planned on putting his ass to sleep. You squeezed your arms tight, cutting off his air supply. 

Four slowed down as he neared you, Eric groaned in pain as he tried to push you off of him. He resorted to punching you in the side causing you to lose your grip. You groan in pain as your grip slips from your fingers. You dropped to the floor while Eric attempted to grab you again. Four took off in a sprint tackling Eric to the ground. You took this as a second to recover looking for anything to take him down. By now all the little Knick knack of weapons that you had on you were gone due to the fight with Eric. Four battled it out with Eric, you stumbled up searching for anything to stop Eric. Your eyes landed on a piece of round metal, you ran towards it reaching for it. You stopped in your tracks holding it in your hand, it was a smoke grenade. Your eyes snapped in the direction of Four and Eric. As they wrestled amongst each other, you waited for an opportunity for them to separate. You started off in a jog before fully running you shouted Fours name as you pulled the clip from its slot and tossed it. Both Eric and Four stopped to look at you. Eric, not having time to react, Four punched him in the face taking off in the opposite direction. You threw the grenade forcing him to collapse and cover his face while you and Four barely made it out of the room-heading for the trains.

The train had led the group to Amity, a safe haven for now though it wasn’t ideal but it was necessary. The group had jumped off the train landing in the grass near the open field. Everyone graciously landed on the grass except you. The pain you now felt in your side was immense, the adrenaline in your body slowing down allowing all the damage your body took, catching up to you all at once. You were tired, your body wanted to give out, sweat rolled down your face, you pushed yourself up, you couldn’t breathe, it seemed to become more difficult as you tried to catch your breath. You swayed for a second or two. The thing was you didn’t land incorrectly, you landed how you were taught. So why can’t you breathe? The group had walked a good distance before Four noticed your absence. He turned around and saw you standing in place, you looked so defeated, but you also looked like you were about to drop.

 Four ran over to you as he yelled your name “ Y/N?!”, your body swayed again. You knew you couldn’t stand for much longer. In that very same second your body gave out your eyes  fluttering shut. The last image was Four’s concerned face as he caught you in his arms..” Hey, Hey, keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep, Stay awake” Four checked everywhere he could possibly as he searched for wounds. You had a few cuts and bruises here and there. What captured his attention was the broken rib that perturbed out so far that it pressed into the suit you wore, the back of your head carried an injury that caused it to bleed. Damnit! It was you, he did this to you, out of all people. He cursed himself, as he lifted you up and carried you bridal style. This was the last thing he wanted and yet he was the one who asked you to do this mission to start this war. You willingly followed him, even though you told him it was a bad idea. You were always right but somehow you kept it to yourself and you never told him so, he would always find out the hard way. This time it was different, he let someone else talk him into it and you tried to stop him, to make him wait. If only he had listened. You were his best friend but in this moment you meant more to him than anything else. 

You laid in the hospital bed bandaged up asleep. Four held your hand in his as he rested his elbows on the bed, his lips resting against your hand. It had been about two days, you hadn’t woken up yet, you just continued to sleep, Four paid attention to your breathing every now and then to make sure you were in fact breathing. Four caught in a trance he hadn’t noticed Marcus walk into the room, “ I think you should eat and get some rest-” Marcus walks over to him, placing the food on the bedside of the table. Marcus placed his hand on Four’s shoulder to bring comfort to him in hopes he might take a break. “ -Tobias” Four flinches, it brings him to reality.. His name sounded wrong in his mouth, his touch burned, it wasn’t the touch he yearned for or the way his name was said by only you. Yet here you were laying in this bed, because of him. He never looked away from your face, watching you sleep, you looked so peaceful, in a way it made his heart twist. A piece of hair rested against your face in the way, one of his hands let go of yours, he reached over and pushed it out of the way. He caressed your face gently. Marcus sighed leaving the room quietly giving him the space and privacy with you. 

A memory of you filled his mind as your smile appeared, you and Four had decided it would be a good time to prank Eric by replacing his mattress with farting cushions, so that every time he rolled over it would fart. Those damn farting sounds woke up the entire unit. Your laughter filled his ears. His heart swooned again, oh how he wished he could hear it right now. He closed his eyes just long enough so that he could hear your laugh and see your smile. Though when he opened his eyes he realized that you may just be in this state for a while. A bad memory filled his mind as it flashed back to you fighting Eric in the Warehouse, you fought with purpose, and he wished he would have taken it back-

“ Well you look like shit. Stop scrunching your face like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles” Your voice hoarse as you spoke. Four opened his eyes as he looked at you. You were a sight for sore eyes, his heart swelled at the sound of your voice. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or if it was real. You smiled at him.

Four chuckled “Oh is that so?” He questioned still lost in you.

“ Yeah” You continued to smile as you spoke softly 

“ Mmh I wonder who told you that.” He replied carrying the same volume

“ You” You watched Four hold your hand as he looked away from your face, guilt filled his chest. You had seen his mood shift and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong Tris had walked in with a tray of food. She stops in her tracts realizing that you were awake. Four straightens up in his chair. By the looks of it not only did she care to feed him but she cut her hair too, her smile not quite reaching you but directed at Four. Of course it was. Your eyes drifted between the two. Tris cleared her throat “ Um I brought you food, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Oh uh Y/n you’re up, I am so glad you are finally awake” 

You gave her a simple “mhm” as you turned slightly on your good side, kind of showing your back to her and the door. You faced the window and Four. You watched Four watch her, he was hesitant “Uh thank you Tris, you can leave it right there on the counter” He nodded towards it giving her a smile. She yet again returns it before leaving, giving him one last look. You rolled your eyes groaning in pain as you sat up slowly pushing Four out of the way. No way in hell were you planning on staying here to watch this shit happen. Four shook his head “ No you need to lay down” 

You shoved his hands away. “ Fuck it I am leaving”

“ You can’t leave Y/n” Four argued back as he tried to get you to stay on the bed. 

“ Watch me” You winced as you shoved him out of the way standing barely on your own two feet

“ Y/n come on. Don’t do this, just lay back down and get some rest”

“ No, I’m leaving, I can't stay here.”

“We need to lay low. Which is something you already know.”

“ We, please more like you and Tris with your little group you call family. I am not needed and that much is clear. What a great way to wake up”

“Is that what this is about? Tris?” He asks, watching your reaction closely, you however couldn’t find a way to answer that question without being rude. You also were tired of hiding your feelings for him. 

“ You know what so what if it is” You questioned as you tried to walk past him but it was a struggle. Four grabbed your arm holding you in place. “ Four don’t make me kick your ass”

“ What has she done to you that you hate her so much? If you hated her so much then why did you help take down Erudite-”

“ I didn't do it for her! I did it for you!” You challenged as two stared at each other. It was time to let him know even if this doesn’t go the way you’d like. 

“ What?” Four let go of your arm. 

“ I. did. it . for. You. Because I care for you more than I should. I am in love with you and I have been since I met you. You are the one person that I can’t live without. I put my feelings aside because it was the right thing to do. It was never just for her” You told him, as a tear slipped out of your cheek. You had held that in for so long that when it came out it was more powerful than it should've been. “ But what does that matter? She’s the one you want, you two can save the factions together. You don’t need me” You stated as you took a step away from Four. 

“ She’s not the one I want” Four says as he stares into you from behind. He wasn’t about to let you walk away after he almost lost you. Tris was not the person he wanted in his life as much as he wanted you in his life. You didn’t turn around, instead you chose to stay in your place. You waited. What if he was only saying that just to say. You were a sucker for him, one word, one phrase or sentence was enough to keep you here, but could you really do that to yourself? Four walked over to you turning you around to face him, He cupped your face in his hands. 

“ You are the one I want, Y/n. How can I save factions if the one person who knows me the best isn’t my partner. You have been by my side supporting me every step of the way. It wasn’t until the moment I thought I lost you that, it was you.” Four rested his forehead against yours.

 He shook his head, “ She was never you, she couldn’t be but I did have to help her. I knew what she was and that was life that needed to be saved. That doesn’t make things better but I had to help. It’s what you would’ve done”

You sighed “ Tobias-” Four couldn’t take it much longer pulling you into a kiss capturing your lips with his, the way you folded into each other was like a perfect mold. Four’s hands moved from your face sliding down your sides wrapping his arms around you. Yours wrapped around his neck, your fingers carting through his hair. You both must've been holding back from each other, as you both took the breath from each other's lungs. You both held so much passion and love that it felt as if no time had passed, the only indicator was the need for air and the pain in your ribs. You both pull away, while you wince slightly.  

“You okay?”

“ Yeah, just keep in mind the next time you do that, let me know so my ribs don’t hurt” You tell him.

“ I will be sure to warn you, but can I just say Jealous is a good look on you”

#divergent x reader #x reader #x poc reader #poc reader #x you #bipoc writers #divergent imagine #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton #fanfic #imagines

[elleloquently]

lmk if this is dumb or if you arent taking requests rn but i just dyed my hair (myself) for the millionth time and i was thinking... college!ellie... helping reader dye their hair.... you get what im saying?/!?:))-&2):$2)/

LOVE INVISIBLE STRING BTW

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| a/n : what color did you do?!? sorry this took a bit to get done, i did a headcanon type format bc i felt that would work best so i hope that's okay!! <3 thank you for requesting!!

college!ellie helps dye your hair :

maybe deciding to dye your hair in the middle of the night wasn't the best idea, but after debating the idea for weeks, you finally felt inspired enough to do so and decided to jump on your sudden burst of motivation, finally taking the plunge.

it was the same back and forth for weeks. you were going to leave your hair alone, until you happened upon a gorgeous color you absolutely had to have. soon enough you had purchased the dye and the color was in your hands, but you had changed your mind. you did this often, examining the package in your hands, admiring the color and swearing you would finally dye it in the morning, but the only event that came with a new day was a change of heart.

finally, feeling fed up with homework but not tired enough to call it a night, you turned the package containing the dye over in your hands. you contemplated it, thoughtfully, before mumbling out loud.

"i think i'm gonna do it now, ells."

ellie, who was laying on her stomach with her feet in the air, wordlessly peeked at you from over the top of her astronomy textbook.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

-you wouldn't agree on whose idea it actually was. ellie would side that you begged, pleaded, even bribed her to help out with your hair project. you would disagree, claiming that ellie pushed to help with promises of 'it'll be fun!'

-regardless, you ended up in the bathroom, suddenly feeling uncertain as yourself and ellie stared at each other in the mirror. you had a towel wrapped around your shoulders, a lazy attempt at covering the old tee shirt you were wearing. you dug it out of your closet purposefully for this, not caring if any hair dye stained the worn cotton fabric.

-you were feeling excited, eager even, especially since ellie was going to help. that feeling was quickly replaced with doubt at the way ellie mischievously laughed while snapping plastic gloves onto her hands, flexing her fingers under the clinging material. you giggled nervously nonetheless, forcing ellie to read through the instructions once and then a second time to make sure she had really read them.

-the event would prompt a lot of laughter, and definitely a lot of light-hearted bickering. you would insist that ellie pays attention to what she's doing, it's your head for god sake, and she would argue that you need to stay still and let her focus.

-"ellieeeuugghhh"

-despite the banter or the moments of brief silence, it was practically an excuse to simply enjoy ellie's touch. she was gentle, even when she was being ridiculous on purpose, and the way she would examine each strand of hair, squinting and furrowing her eyebrows to make sure the color was evenly distributed, was adorable.

-it was simply because it was you, and ellie wanted to be careful with you and also wanted you to be proud that she had helped and even did a good job.

-you would let your eyes close momentarily, sighing in contentment when ellie spoke, quietly announcing her approval by saying, "this is going to look so good."

-it was nearly so peaceful, so perfect, until you had to remind ellie to make sure she was putting enough dye on the top and not just on the ends, and until she started grumbling about how the gloves were making her feel clumsy.

-"just be careful please ellie, i have class tomorrow," you laughed, imagining how terrible it would be to walk around with stains on your skin, matching the new color of your hair.

-only you didn't have to imagine.

-a few reminders here and there, (some gentle, some not) and ellie's responses of 'i know, don't worry,' came to a halt in an instant.

-it was a small moment, a teeny tiny slip up. you had gotten caught up with talking, and poor ellie really tried to work around your wiggles while you had been talking, and she even attempted to scold you about moving around so much, which you should've taken seriously.

-ellie needed a better view of the top of your hair, and you kept looking up at her while you were speaking. to hold you still, out of habit, ellie placed a gentle hand across your face, fingers spread over your chin and cheeks.

-upon the touch you immediately both froze. your mouth snapped shut and ellie's dropped open, registering what she had done. she slowly pulled the sticky glove away from your face, afraid to reveal what was underneath and you squeezed your eyes shut.

-"please tell me it's not bad please tell me it's not bad plea... ellie? why aren't you saying anything? is it bad? oh my god ellie is it-"

-okay, it wasn't that bad, but you definitely had some stains on your face.

-ellie thought you might react poorly but you howled with laughter, even surprised by your own reaction.

-ellie got a little bit grumpy though and ripped the gloves off of her hands and dumped them into the trash, insisting she could work more accurately without them. honestly she just felt bad but kept cracking a smile about it anyway.

-"ellie," you frowned, "i don't think that's good for your skin," you said in protest.

-ellie raised an eyebrow at you, practically referencing her mistake that was stained onto your face. "i'll be fine," she muttered. "it could be worse."

-hair color anew and mess cleaned, you admired your new hair in the mirror while ellie grinned proudly over your shoulder. you thanked her endlessly for helping, and she insisted it wasn't a big deal but honestly felt proud that you even trusted her in the first place to have her help out.

-you had the evidence to show for your evening together, the splotched stains around your face matched the dye stains covering ellie's fingers, which you both could not stop laughing about the next day.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams college au #ellie tlou x female reader

[ivanzplaid]

There was a request where anon wanted an overly affectionate tall male reader x the grabber and i was almost done but i literally deleted it by accident 😭 but heres me rewriting it because it was so cute and i couldn't get over it, as always ty for the request and im so sorry abt deleting it😢

adding a little twist for the prompt, but it had more fluff than i expected so, still pretty close🙏🙏

Warnings: I didn't realize how much fluff was in this my bad, The Grabber, Manipulation, Kidnapped reader, Stockholm Syndrome affected reader

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The light shining through your window displayed it was mid day, but he still hadn't shown. You didn't mean to grow worried, it had been maybe weeks, or months that you'd been here, you knew he treasured you, like a diamond among dirt. It was evident he cared for you, he had kept you alive for so long, longer than the others at least, but he also supported you. He'd seen you completely defenseless & vulnerable, but he aided you when he could've destroyed everything about you.

You kept your eyes on the ceiling, your feet hung off the bed, struggling to stop your mind from running. He hadn't come since yesterday, he hadn't forgotten about you, had he? With you occupied within your thoughts, you failed to hear the door open, displaying him, leaning against the door frame, observing you, pondering if you were asleep or not from your quiet frame.

"I'm back, I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."

You shot up, eyes widening at the sight of him. His eyes peered you over, taking in your presence. The lower portion of his face cased by a frowning mask, yet his voice was warm and airy, sounding genuinely remorseful as he saw the state you were in. With a single push, he was after you in a calming manner, head tilted as he walked towards the mattress. In an instance, you pushed yourself back to make sitting room for him, which he graciously took. The two of you sat across from each other, soaking in the presence from one and other. He put out a hand, going in to cup your cheek, but the impatience of the day took over, and you leaned into his lap instead, putting your head into a comfortable position before letting out an easy sigh. Your eyes found his once again, and it reminded him of everything he loves about you. As one hand of his found your hair, gently rubbing and stroking it, the other found its way on your chest, basking in the warmth and the feel of your heart beating. He couldn't put a finger on what he adored most about you, and he loved it. You gave him structure even when he felt everything was falling apart.

"I was so worried you wouldn't come, I just hadn't seen you in so long and- and I missed you being here."

Your voice, while shaky, still reflected another reason why he obsessed over you. You not only expressed your feelings through actions, but your words, and it made his stomach flutter each time, a slow smile came across his mouth. You both looked into each others eyes, safety assured when doing so.

"Such a ridiculous thought, of course I'd show, what would I do without you?"

He brought your hand in his, comically kissing your hand before bringing you up with him. You easily matched his height, you might've even had a few more inches than him, but he loved it nonetheless, it was more of you to grab and hold for him. Your hand clung to his even when up. He opened the door, picking up something behind the door, the slowly revealing it to you. It was a pair of his clothes, neatly folded. He leaned up to your cheek, sliding the mask briefly to kiss you, then slid it back, handing you the pile of clothes.

"Ohh y'know, my closets getting full.. you need nee clothes.. it was the most convenient option,"

The giggle at the end of the sentence gave away his real purpose, he just thought of you while wearing them, so why not bless the both of you. The sizes wouldn't matter, you two were practically the same fitting, he knew this from previous times you'd try on his cardigans and shirts. The look in your eyes fed him, the glimmer went hand in hand with your tranquil appearance. In a courteous manner, you grabbed the clothes, and pulled the man in, softly breathing against his neck, and he reciprocated with ease.

In moments like these, he was grateful of the way he was. He was even more thankful for the way you so easily accepted him into your life, the manipulation game was made easy, and was a win-win situation, where you didn't even know you could lose.

When he was forced to leave the room, he had only one thought on his mind about you;

"He was perfect the moment I met him, and he will continue to shine like so in my life."

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ii dont know why but writing this was sm fun, and i promise to everyone who submitted smth its in the works! i got a splurge of requests so prob, maybee one more coming out tn, then hopefully the following days i can release 2 at a time!!

alsooo, thank you so much for 64 followers oh my god!!

thank you sm!! hope u guys r having a great day <3

#the grabber #the grabber x reader #hot killer #black phone #the grabber x you #ethan hawke #queer #slasher #i need him #gay #x male reader #x tall reader

[noodyl-blasstal]

"27. [Clearly been bitten by a vampire] Yeah, well. You should see the other guy. " please? with anyone u want!

Prompt from Monster Mash Prompts, however it’s also Wood from TAZ Bingo for @taznovembercelebration because no one can stop me. Sorry this took forever, Uni apparently expect me to do work???? Ridiculous.

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Magnus hadn’t come back and he wasn’t answering his phone. Something was wrong. Protocol said Lup had to wait another hour before she could officially go searching, but, quite frankly, fuck that. Magnus was always on time. What Dav didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

A few quick calls and Taako and Barry had agreed to watch the base while she went looking. She definitely shouldn’t be going alone, but Barry couldn’t risk being caught in the daylight, Taako was still restricted after Grindrgate, and she refused to wait around for anyone else to get in.

Lup traced his route backwards, hoping to run into Magnus - delayed, not hurt, and with a story to tell. It didn’t take long to find him, he’d been so close to home. The alley reeked of blood. At first she missed him, but then saw a hand… his hand, wedding ring still blessedly in place, sticking out of a pile of bin bags shoved against a wall. Training took over, she didn’t have time to think about whether he was seriously hurt or worse, about what a world without Magnus in it might look like. Instead, she scanned the area for threats, checked for environmental hazards, then ripped the bin bags away to reveal Magnus. His skin was pale, paler than she’d ever seen him. Lup reached tentatively for his neck to feel for a pulse.

“Did ya know ‘im?” A Cockney voice came from behind her. A deeply unconvincing Cockney voice.

“Fuck off, Kravitz.” Lup replied without even looking round. She couldn’t deal with him right now. She couldn’t feel Magnus’ pulse, there was no movement in his chest. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Look, you know I only went after you because I thought you were a vampire. I wouldn't have if I'd known you weren't.” Kravitz said from behind her shoulder. He’d dropped the accent thankfully, but picked up a defensive tone. That fucker moved far too quietly, she needed to put a bell on him.

“What do you mean needed or not? I thought you were a vampire, Lup.” Kravitz spoke as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. As if he would gladly stake her husband, her friends. He would, she knew he would. That’s why they had to keep him as far away as possible, no matter how Taako felt about it.

“Yeah, and you jumped straight to staking without even checking to see whether it was needed or not.” Lup elbowed him in the knee.

“Now fuck off, I have to help Magnus.”

“Yeah, yeah, all vampires are bad, murder them all, I’m a scary slayer dude with a few hundred years of training but I can’t have a conversation and figure out everything isn’t black and white, we get it. Now, either help me pick him up, or fuck off.” If he was going to hang around, he was going to help.

“Did I stutter, Krav? Grab his legs or fuck off.” Lup squeezed her eyes shut. She refused to cry in front of him. She could deal with feelings once she had Magnus back to base. It was going to be okay. Everything was fine. There was still an hour and a half until dawn. She grabbed Magnus under the arms and heaved. He probably didn’t know he’d been training her for this moment, but thank all the gods he had.

“You know I can’t.” Kravitz’s brow was furrowed.

“Lup…” He laid his hand on her shoulder.

“We have to burn him, he was drained.”

“Kravitz, once again, grab his fucking legs or go. Do not make me fight you right now. You know what happened last time.” Lup continued to pull Magnus towards the mouth of the alley. She could tell Merle where it was later, his clean ups were always thorough.

“Lup.” Kravitz said again, softly this time, pretending he actually had feelings.

“He’s going to turn. If you cared about him at all then you need to let him go.”

“Duh.” Lup replied. Trying not to show how breathless she was already. It was a good job they were so close to base.

Kravitz stood frozen, staring intently at her.

“He’s going to turn.” He repeated.

“He’s going to be a vampire.” Kravitz tried again, as if there was something she wasn’t getting.

“My dude, I cannot tell you how much of a shit I do not give about that. If you’re going to lecture me then help me while you do.” Lup wasn’t going to listen to this if he wasn’t earning his keep. She tried not to get too angry at him. He’d apologised for trying to stake her every time he’d seen her since, and he kept showing up. As much as he still spouted the militant anti-vamp shtick, he didn’t act on it. He definitely could have burned Mags by now if he’d wanted to.

“Why do you think that?” May as well attempt to destroy some of the guy’s core world views while she carried her friend’s corpse home to bury in the family graveyard.

Kravitz shot forward and grabbed Magnus’ legs.

“He’s going to want to kill people.”

“Because that’s what vampires do.” Kravitz sounded exasperated again, but didn’t let go of Magnus.

“Uh huh, and how many vampires do you know who kill people?” Lup raised an eyebrow and tried to look dignified despite how red she definitely was.

“How many vampires do I know? It’s none vampires Lup, you shouldn’t know vampires! They eat people.”

“Sounds like something a person who doesn’t know any vampires would say.” Lup tried not to pant too hard as she hammered her point home.

Kravitz opened his mouth as if to reply, then shut it again.

“That’s what I thought. Now, put him down. I’ve got it from here. You need to go.” Lup said, stopping a few turns from home. Kravitz nodded and gently lowered Magnus’ legs to the floor.

“Thanks Krav. Think about what I said, okay?”

“Whatever you say, pal.” Lup pulled Magnus into another alley, waiting until Kravitz had turned and left before emerging and making the last of the journey home.

Kravitz nodded, then froze.

“There’s nothing to think about.”

“‘Ko, start digging!” She yelled as she shouldered her way through the door.

“Could use some of your freaky strength about now, Bear.”

Lup swallowed back the sob clawing its way up her throat and started running, grabbing a shovel from the door as she went and joining Taako in a desperate scramble to dig Magnus’ grave - if they could do it fast enough he wouldn’t need it for long.

Barry was there in an instant, gently taking Magnus from Lup.

“You got him home, Lup. I’ll get him now.”

Lup snorted as she dug. Of course, how had she forgotten the fucking coffin he’d made? It started as a joke ‘if I’m going vamp then I’m doing it in style’, but then he’d spent his downtime carving and polishing. He’d worked on the bear face, snarling defiantly from the panel above the space his face would soon be, for days.

Barry laid Magnus gently beside them.

“I’ll get his coffin.”

She didn’t cry until the first clods of earth scattered across it. Covering the bear, marring the beautiful wood. Magnus was going to have to polish that baby so hard if he made it out. When he made it out. Barry looked nervously at the sky, squeezed Lup’s hand, and retreated inside with a “wake me if you need me.” So Lup and Taako kept the vigil, only moving to send periodic texts. Everyone would be here soon. Magnus wouldn’t be alone.

Merle was the first to arrive, clean up completed. He placed a leaf on top of the churned earth, bowed his head, and sat cross legged opposite the twins. Lup didn’t know whether to be more concerned about the fact he was wearing sandals which were clearly blood stained, or that he refrained from making any inappropriate comments. Davenport and Lucretia arrived next. Davenport nodded tersely, Lup imagined there would be a lot of conversations later. Lucretia smiled soothingly. They all waited, as dusk fell, Barry joined them, planting a soft kiss on Lup’s head.

They waited as Magnus heaved again, a second hand appearing, grasping at the ground for purchase, and pulling himself up, up, up, until his head appeared. Grinning. Fucking grinning. That absolute shit.

Lup’s ears strained for the soft shift of earth. Maybe they had packed the grave too loosely? They didn’t want him to have to damage the coffin, but maybe it wouldn’t work because the universe would know they cheated? Now he had to lie in that stupid box forever and… the leaf moved. She could have sworn it moved. Everyone leaned slightly forward, focused. The earth shifted again, and Barry was gone. A small divot appeared, soil running down into a vacated space below, the ground heaved again and a hand appeared. Taako casually leaned forward to high five it.

“I knew he’d be fine.”

Lup didn’t point out the tear tracks staining his face, or the nail marks in his palms.

“Getting eaten by vampires is it, Mags? You could have just said something if you didn’t want to train with me any more.” Lup raised her eyebrow at him, and definitely wasn’t crying, not even a little bit.

“Pfft, this? This is nothing. You should see the other guy.” Magnus flopped out of his grave just as Barry appeared with a cooler.

“Shut up and eat these before you eat Taako.” Barry chided.

“You know the rules, bud.”

Magnus rolled his eyes and made grabby hands at the blood bags. As he chugged, Davenport stood.

“Right now we’re all definitely alive…” Davenport winced.

“…ish. I’m going to need the report on this one, because dead teammate implies something went wrong and we really have to stop letting things go wrong. At least some of us need to be able to handle the light. Team meeting first thing tomorrow morning, we’re doing a lessons learned spreadsheet, just like after the Barry indecent. Magnus, HR will work your shifts out with this in mind.” He looked resolute for a moment, then grabbed Magnus’ leg in a hug.

“Don’t you ever, ever, do anything like this again. You have to stay safe.”

Lup took that as her cue to dive in too and collided with the others on the way. They piled in as Magnus sipped a blood bag and absently petted their heads with his free hand. Dead or alive, she loved her family.

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Find the prequel here

#Time is just a construct #Magnus definitely came up grinning and didn't stop grinning because that man looked death in the face #Then punched death in the side of the head until his hands stopped working because he had no blood left #Speaking of which #TW Blood #TW Temporary major character death #TW Death #TAZ NC #TAZ November Celebration #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Fic #Noodyl Writes

[fallentealeaves]

heyy can i request female s/o who dreamt that genshin boys cheated on her? how would they react to her being distant all of the sudden

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You've recieved mail~! 💌

you decided to take a nap after a long day, you couldn't see Kaeya that day because he was busy with work so that got your day a little upset. You went over to your bed and slowly went into a deep sleep.

You were in the knights of favonious headquarters, about to go into Kaeya's office since you bought lunch for him, he was busy with work so why not just bring a little bit of a break to him ? You opened the door, and dropped the lunchbox you were holding. You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw him kissing another girl who you couldn't recognize at his table. You were trembling, your head was filled with thoughts. Is this the Kaeya I loved ? Why is this happening ??? we were happy we were...

You woke up with your face full of sweat, "phew, it was just a dream.." you said to yourself. But, what if it wasn't ? It felt so real... What if this was a sign? what if this was actually true ? What if when he says "he's busy with work" he was actually just hooking up with a girl ? You got all paranoid, and you couldn't stop thinking about this dreaded nightmare.

After that whole dream, you were unintentionally avoiding him. When you saw him walking over to the tavern, you'd walk the other way, you stopped visiting the knights of favonious headquarters, and whenever Kaeya tries to interact with you, you'd say something along the lines of "im busy". Kaeya got worried, did he do something wrong ? You've never acted like this towards him. Is it something serious ?

He decided to actually try this time, he sent you a letter reading "meet me at the mondstadt statue". It hurted you even more since that's where you met him. Is he gonna tell you that he cheated on you ? Is what lingered in your head. You know it's not true, but you can't help but feel that it is. You went there and you saw him, standing there, you took a deep breath. "What's wrong ? You've been avoiding me for a couple of days, did I do something horrible ?" He asked, you can see his genuine emotions, and you felt ridiculous. You told him the dream you had, and you couldn't help but get mad at his reaction. He was laughing, putting his hands over his mouth. "I get it's ridiculous but could you stop laughing ? It's pissing me off." "I'm sorry, but do you think I'd ever cheat on you ? Why would I replace my favorite person ?" He smiles. That reassurance, that smile, got you feeling happy. He puts his hand on your cheek "You're the most caring most kindest most prettiest here on Mondstadt, why would I ever try ?" he said with the sweetest voice. You almost started tearing up until he hugged you tightly. You love when Kaeya is genuine with you, he never has when he first met you so you love it when he's the most honest person around you.

Authors note

Hi !!! Sorry it took so long I was busy with school and even eye surgery ( yeah that happened help ) so sorry it took so long but here it is !! Also Sorry it only included Kaeya-- Kaeya was the one that struck inspiration with this prompt-- anywho i hope you enjoy !!!

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya imagines

[9tzuyu]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

request:

college au!

note: i hope this was okay! i had a bit of trouble at first coming up with a prompt but i mixed in something of an old work and combined it into this.

also i’m not deaf, but i do have hearing issues in my left ear and i do know quite a bit of sign language. and i am using a little bit of my own experience in this, but no harm is meant to come from this fic :].

i kind of hate this im so sorry.

warnings: none i don’t think. not thoroughly proofread! all and any mistakes are mine ofc.

🏷: @c-is-writing ‹3

italics at the end are signed!

part. ii

. . .

after an hour or so of studying literature, you were beginning to feel stressed. your nerves were building and you were beginning to feel frustrated. your jaw clenched every two seconds.

you needed a break, and you needed it now.

with a small sigh, you got up and connected your phone to your speaker after double checking to make sure your roommate, natasha, wasn’t in another room.

scrolling through your playlist and picking one of your favorite songs, you pressed play and sat on the floor. you closed your eyes, allowing the vibrations to be welcomed by your other senses.

the song was rather fast paced, but it was easy to keep up with signing along thanks to a good twenty-some years of practice.

the rhythm flowed through your body, bringing immediate relaxation. it was times like these when you could fully appreciate your gift of language.

you’d had an off and on relationship with the only way you could communicate with. the world never made it easy for those with disabilities; often ridiculing, mocking, berating, and demanding they gain control over something they possibly couldn’t.

after years of speech therapy and learning how to read lips, here you were enjoying something you were taught to believe was wrong.

you were completely content with not being able to hear, and perfectly fine with the deaf label. there wasn’t anything you’d want to fix about yourself now, no one’s opinion could change that.

unbeknownst to you however, natasha was standing in the doorway watching your every little move. she was mesmerized not only by your beauty, but at how graceful and at peace you looked. she watched you sway with the music all while signing the words as the sunlight kissed your skin.

when the song came to an end, you stopped your music and moved yourself back into your position of study. but before you could completely get comfortable, your roommate put a hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you.

you turned around in shock, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

no. no. no. there was no need for you to feel this way, especially not now. you were so sure of yourself just moments ago.

but maybe it was because she caught you by surprise that had you so worked up about it.

natasha bit her lip before grabbing a clean sheet of paper and pen from beside you.

“will you teach me? i know we’ve only practically just met a couple of weeks ago, but i’d love to get to know you better.”

you stood dumbfounded, tears starting to form in your eyes. it wasn’t until then when natasha put two and two together. she rushed closed to you, gently wrapping her arms around your body.

while doing so, she took the paper out of your hand, quickly scrambling down what she was trying to get out before pulling away.

it made for an awkward first hug, you could admit that.

“i think it’s really cool! no need to be embarrassed or anything. i promise :).”

you tried to pull yourself together. taking the paper and pen from her hands and writing down your response on your desk.

“why aren’t you laughing at me?” you slid the paper towards her. natasha’s head tilted in confusion before realizing what you’d meant by your question.

“is that what they did to you?” she whispered to herself, although she knew you could read what she was saying. not a second later you looked back up at her, nodding your head in confirmation.

with the pen still in your hand, you went to scribble out something else.

“sorry for crying, you just really caught me off guard. i didn’t think you’d be back until 5. this is normally something i do when i’m sure no one else will be around. i’m happy to teach you though.”

your roommate couldn’t help the grin on her face when she took the pen from you again.

“i’m sorry for disturbing you. no need to worry about crying, i’m not here to judge. i just think it’s a beautiful language. i’ve always wanted to learn, and now i have a reason to.”

you switched with her again.

“you know what they say, beauty comes from pain. i guess maybe that’s why gallaudet made the language.”

natasha shook her head.

“well personally, i believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

. . .

+ bonus:

‘hey natty?’

‘what’s up?’

‘you look very beautiful. you always do. and i think i might just have to ask you to marry me one day.’ you signed, knowing full and well she didn’t know exactly what you were telling her.

natasha playfully huffed a bit of air. ‘i haven’t learned all of that yet, you said you’d be fair.’ you stuck out your tongue, ‘i never said i’d always be fair. besides, you know all of this, but still can’t tell when im calling you beautiful? c’mon nat, it’s a one handed movement.’

‘hey now, i know beautiful! it’s the second half i don’t know yet. maybe you should teach me that part.’

‘in time i will.’

‘i’m practicing as much as i can, you know.’

‘i know nat, but look how far you’ve come already! just from five months ago! you’re unbelievably talented, and you’re learning at a much faster rate than i ever did. you don’t give yourself enough credit.’

natasha tugged you by the arm and pulled you in for a kiss.

‘cutie.’

‘that’s you, of course.’

‘if i’m so cute then tell me what you said, please? you know i can’t google that. or at least i don’t know how to- yet.’ she paused, adding a pout at the end of her statement.

‘i’ll tell you when i know it’s the right time.’

‘you’re a pain in my ass, you know that, right?’

‘i wake up every day and make it my number one priority, of course i know, natasha.’

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #marvel fics

[coolest-in-chaldea]

hello! im quite excited for this blog fate fic blogs are quite hard to find may i have some headcanons of merlin realizing he has fallen in love and what a relationship would be like hopefully thats okay good luck with the blog!

Merlin Realizing He’s In Love Headcanons

note: hi! thanks so much for being the first request ever sent in!! Sorry this took so long to get to, I’ve been swamped with school and grinding on f/go for daysssss, 90 saint quartz but no 4 or 5 stars 😔💔 also I finally got on my laptop so anon is an option now for anyone wanting to request :D

- Merlin’s vast knowledge of pretty much everything happening at any given time is a little scary, so I don’t think he’s really the type to be dense. I think he’s more likely to pace around and talk to himself for a day or so while ‘deducing’ that his racing heart and flushed face are in fact indicative of falling in love. He’s not super serious like some of the other genius servants, he’s more-so just really awkward at handling social situations since he spent most of his life pretty isolated in his tower.

- Meanwhile, everyone else in chaldea are holding their breaths because the lack of Merlin shenanigans is starting to get suspicious..you and the Camelot servants especially are going ‘awww shit here we go again’ as you anticipate an elaborate scheme to come.

- Merlin definitely isn’t insecure, but I don’t think he’d have any plans of confessing at first because he’s never seriously imagined himself in a relationship. He’s perceptive enough to know that he likes you, but he doesn’t see any significance to it until it starts to get distracting!

- When he eventually starts interacting with you again, he’s 1000% more of a hassle than he usually is. He’s like that one kid in elementary school who just constantly bothers his crush. It doesn’t take long for you to grow tired of Merlin’s 24/7 bs, and when you finally retire to your room for the night you have a frustrated ‘why me?!’ moment. Tbh you’re just trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done to prompt Merlin’s wrath, but the knights of the round table are painfully aware of why Merlin’s been constantly targeting you.

- Merlin’s an extremely talented mage, and I’m sure he’d switch around or transform some of your things, but I could also see him pulling some of the classic childhood pranks on you with the assistance of magic.

- You’re having a lovely conversation sitting across from Artoria, but when you get up to leave, you immediately trip and faceplant onto the floor. A very concerned Artoria asks if you’re ill and, trying not to lose your cool, you have to explain to her that SOMEONE apparently tied your shoelaces together with an elaborate series of knots in the shape of a flower. There wasn’t anyone else near you, but you both exchange an exasperated look as you know exactly who the culprit is.

- Merlin's flirting is still totally focused on annoying you and/or pissing you off. what can I say? it's just his favorite hobby! He's the type to believe than any attention from you is good attention, so he's more than happy to provoke you in order to put your focus on him. He's not that awful though, and he sticks to being a general nuisance and causing mild inconveniences as opposed to actually harming anyone. He does care a lot about you if he has feelings for you after all, he just has a...funny way of showing it.

- You will constantly be asking yourself 'is Merlin antagonizing me or flirting with me??' (the answer is both btw)

- If you're shorter than Merlin, he always interrupts your conversations by strolling over and using your head as an armrest. If you aren't, sike yes you are actually because the cheeky wizard is now floating to be taller than you >:)

- Merlin has literally zero chill and I think he'd continue to be chaotic af whether he's just crushing on you or you've been dating for years. He probably does like physical contact and cuddling, but he refuses to initiate it like a normal person. He'll eventually get comfortable enough to where he doesn't have to be affectionate via pranks, but don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that Merlin ever gets calm or discreet about it.

- Any time you're sitting on a couch, chair, the floor, or your bed, regardless of what you're doing, he will just come stand next to you and very dramatically fall on top of you (secretly careful not to hurt you of course) and just chill there sprawled over you in whatever ridiculous position you ended up in. If you adjust him to a more comfortable position (his favorites are sitting with his back to your chest and your arms holding him or vice versa and sitting tucked into your side with one of your arms around him and his around your waist) he'll be more than happy to comply, but how you deal with your beloved needy wizard is up to you!

- Tbh I could see a confession going one of two ways, both extremes on opposite ends of a spectrum with no in between. Either

A.) he never officially confesses, but you get the idea and you both come to an agreement of being exclusive to each other (or having communication as partners if you're polyamorous) as well as comfortably doing everything a couple would, just with an official label OR

B.) He's a total showoff and performs the most absurd, elaborate and extreme confession with magic the world has ever seen. I cannot get the thought of those brilliant wizard pronoun images made by iguanamouth out of my head-

I'm imagining THIS but it's a confession like those 'will you be my date to prom?' signs people make 😳

#merlin x reader #merlin fgo #fgo merlin #fgo x reader #fate grand order x reader #merlin imagine #caster merlin #fgo imagines #fate grand order imagines #fgo headcanons #fate grand order headcanons #fgo reader insert #fate grand order reader insert #fgo merlin x reader #fate series x reader #fate series headcanons #fate series imagines #fgo fanfic #fate series fanfic

[yandere-daze]

Horrortober Day 8

Now this one was also kind of difficult for me because I usually go for more of a worshippy obsessive vibe when I write yandere so this was definitely a challenge! Also I don´t know Keito that well yet so I´m sorry if this is ooc!

Prompt and challenge by @pastelbirb and @yandere-sins!

Link to my Horrortober masterlist here!

Day 8: Lesson --> “Seems like you need to be taught a lesson.” 

tw yandere, tw possessiveness, tw imprisonment

„ I´m almost done with my work now so I´ll soon have time for you”, Keito told you while shuffling through heaps of paper. You were both in his apartment, he was doing paperwork at his desk whilst you were sitting huddled in the corner of the room, not saying anything.

Apparently Keito had wished for an acknowledgement that you had heard him from your side because the rustling of paper stopped for a second and you suddenly felt his cold gaze on you.

“Did you hear what I said?”, he demanded to know, a biting tone to his voice, he was clearly displeased at your silence.

“Yeah, yeah”, you mumbled in a sort of annoyed tone. You really didn´t feel like talking to the man that had kept you copped up in this room for the last three days without any contact to the outside world. Or contact that he knew of at least. You had hidden your phone in your pocket without him noticing and were frequently talking with your other friends. You knew your boyfriend didn´t like it when others took up too much of your time but this was getting ridiculous. You were really starting to get bored and just wanted a change in scenery at this point.

“I don’t´ like your tone, y/n”. In the meantime, Keito had continued with his work, presumably wanting to get done as soon as possible to address the issue. He was always such a heavy worker, why couldn´t he take a break for once? Really, he complained that you two didn´t spend enough ime together and then when you two are finally together he does this? Hypocrite much?

So in your stubbornness you elected to ignore him again and instead discreetly pulled out your phone to pass the time by texting others. Keito was still way too distracted with work so you highly doubted he would notice. Besides even if he did, what was the worst thing that could happen?

And of course to no one´s surprise, Keito had actually been keeping close attention to you, sneaking glances while he was working so he absolutely did see you pull out your phone. And he didn´t like it one bit. He had brought you to his room so there would be no one distracting you from him and yet you were still defying him like this? Why did you feel the need to waste your time on these foolish friends when he was right there? Was he not enough for you?

He saw his own handwriting on the paper in front of him get messier the more his hand began to shook in anger. He couldn´t let you get away with this. You were openly disrespecting him so there needed to be a punishment. Your stay in his room was originally only supposed to be temporary but now he had changed his mind about that. There was no way he could just let you leave when your mind was so preoccupied with people that weren´t him!

“What do you have there?”, he demanded to know coldly even though he already knew the answer. You raised your head a bit and sheepishly smiled, knowing you were found out. “This?”, you held up your phone, “Well obviously it´s a phone. What else could it be?”

“Give that to me”, Keito said with a calm expression and beckoned you to come over to the desk. You were honestly surprised to hear this. Was he really demanding you to hand over your phone? Was he actually serious? You were in disbelief at the whole situation. You stubbornly shook your and instead held it closer to you. “No way. Why would it do that? It´s mine after all.”

Keito´s brows furrowed and he looked even more displeased. “Please dear, don´t be so difficult. You know I don´t like it when you try to be with others when I´m around. This will all be way easier for the both of us if you just give in and do what you´re told.”

Your jaw went slack at that. Did he hear himself? “Do what I´m told? I´m not some toy you can just order around, Keito! I have absolutely no obligation to go through with this so I´m not going to! Actually…”, you stood up from where you were sitting and took a few steps towards the door, “I´m going to leave now. Go talk to me again when you´re back to normal because this is just ridiculous.”

But you had barely started walking when your wrist was snatched and you were pulled back against your will.

“I truly wish you would have just agreed, then none of this would have needed to happen. But you just had to act like this way, so it seems like you need to be taught a lesson, darling”

You tried to struggle out of his grasp but he was way too strong for you. Being in the archery club and pulling all those bowstrings must have made him gain some muscles. But there was barely any time for you to think about that because soon enough, your back suddenly met a wooden wall as you were pushed inside a closet in the corner of the room.

And then, there was only darkness as the door closed in front of you and you heard a distinctive click that told you it had been locked as well. You pounded your fists against the door and screamed. “Let me out, Keito, please!”

But all you could hear was his detached voice, muffled by the door separating you two.

“I´m sorry but I will do no such thing, this is your punishment for acting out. Maybe if you spend an entire day alone in a small and dark place like this you will finally start to appreciate my company as you should. Until that happens and you realize that you only need me to be happy, I won´t let you out.”

#my writing #horrortoberchallenge2021 #horrortober #ensemble stars #enstars #keito hasumi #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #yandere #tw yandere #keito #keito x reader #keito hasumi x reader #yandere enstars #yandere keito #yandere keito hasumi x reader #yandere keito x reader #yandere keito hasumi #akatsuki #yandere boy #yandere male #tw possessiveness #tw imprisonment #gn reader

[dolcezzasfantasy]

a good kind of fire

prompt | Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers. ~ for @wkemeup's writing challenge for 9k

pairing | bucky barnes x reader, modern!au

word count | 2.5k (i am now emotionally invested in these characters)

warnings | bucky and reader being awkward as hell, chaotic texting, innuendoes (blink and you'll miss it)

notes | i didn't know i could still submit entries to the challenge haha, i was rlly upset i'd missed the train on it

you'll find out why this is the gif i picked when you read it 😭💀

it was a peaceful spring morning. you heard the chirping of the birds from almost every window in your apartment. sunlight was also seeping in through every window. it was a good start to the day.

today was the day you went into work late. when you had quit your job at an office as a receptionist to pursue your dream of being a florist, you thought you would be working on your own terms. while that was still true for the decorating and choosing flowers part of your job, it certainly wasn’t for the timings. if anything, the timings were more strenuous now that you had to manage shop all by yourself.

you would have to go in at 6 in the morning and leave at 10 in the night with a total time of 17 minutes free throughout for an entire year, before you realised how unhealthy it was for you. you had quickly drawn up a schedule for yourself. once a month you would come in late, and one more time that month you would leave early. it worked well for you.

you would look forward to these two days in a month: the first tuesday of the month being the one you left early and the third wednesday of the month being the one you came in late.

usually, on the days you came in late, you’d sleep in. but today, you wanted to change it up. the morning was a beautiful one, it would be a shame to spend it all inside.

you decided to go to a cafe that your friends had recommended on more than one occasion. good coffee, delicious snacks and cute baristas. you shook your head disapprovingly at how dirtily their minds worked. sometimes, you couldn’t believe you were friends with them of all the 2.6 million people in brooklyn.

you stepped out of your apartment. as you walked out, you waved to your elderly neighbours. back when you had first opened shop, they were your regulars. they’d keep buying even if they didn’t need flowers. you didn’t know where you’d be without their help.

after fifteen minutes of walking and checking the directions on your phone to see if you were going on the right path, you found it. the howling brasserie.

the moment you entered the shop, you realised your friends were right. not about the coffee or the snacks — not yet, anyway — but about the bartenders. holy shit, you thought.

there was a tall blonde man with a smile that could kill, another tall black man who you just knew was incredibly charming and a beautiful red haired woman who looked like she had a flirtatious demeanour. but one man in particular caught your attention.

he was a tall man — six feet tall, at least — with broad shoulders, messy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. you gulped. pull yourself together.

you took a seat at the table furthest away from the baristas. you did not need to come into work flushed and distracted.

you hadn’t been sitting at your table for one minute when you heard a voice above you.

‘ma’am, your order?’

you looked up. oh, my god. it was the same blue eyed man. calm down. he looked even prettier up close. your eyes fell to his chest — you tried your best to stop that from happening, you really did — and you noticed how the t-shirt he was wearing was doing absolutely nothing to conceal his muscular form.

‘ma’am?’ he repeated, a small smile on his face. maybe he noticed that you were staring. he was probably used to it.

‘uh, right, sorry,’ you cleared your throat. you wanted to jump off the golden gate bridge. ‘um, what would you recommend?’ oh, my god, stop embarrassing yourself! you yelled mentally.

‘uh,’ he looked behind to the board with all the products the cafe offered, ‘are you more of a coffee or a tea person?’

‘coffee, absolutely.’

he laughed. you felt your cheeks burn. his laugh was just as pretty as him. dear lord, y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?

‘aren’t we all?’ he joked. ‘anyway, the cold coffee here is splendid. and i’m not just saying that because i work here.’

you had never really fancied iced coffee much. maybe it was time to change that. ‘oh, okay! yeah, i love iced coffee! i’ll take that.’ your voice sounded a lot higher than it normally was.

‘alright, i’ll be right back.’

he left to go behind the counter and make your coffee. sweet mother of everything that is pure, you thought as your gaze fell upon his muscular arms. you tried to push all the unwelcome thoughts in your head that followed.

you were just regaining your composure when he showed up again, this time with your coffee in his hands.

‘here ya go,’ he said, placing the cup in front of you. ‘enjoy,’ he smiled.

if you were standing, you were a hundred percent sure your knees would have buckled under you and made you fall.

you smiled back. ‘thank you.’

the moment he walked away, you picked up your phone and frantically texted your best friend, wanda.

| cUTE GUY ALERT

| what?

| i’m at that coffee shop you recommended

| howling brasserie?

| YES OMG THE BARISTA HERE IS SO CUTE IM GONNA DIE

| lmaoooo calm down bestie

| HOW

| describe him pls

| he’s like six feet tall, messy brown hair, pretty blue eyes and he is so muscular i-

| omg go for it

| r u out of ur mind

| why

| he is sO OUT of my league

| ugh you’re no fun

| :/

you downed the last of your coffee and walked up to the counter to pay for it. thanks to your luck, the cute barista was also handling the cash register.

‘hello again,’ he grinned.

‘hi, um, how much do i pay?’

‘this your first time here?’

‘yep.’

‘on the house.’

‘what?’

‘yep. don’t worry about it.’

‘that’s too kind, i can’t!’

‘you absolutely can,’ he smiled.

‘let me leave a tip at least.’

‘don’t worry about it, doll.’ the nickname, oh, my god, the nickname. ‘you can pay the next time you visit.’

‘right, of course.’ maybe you should make visiting this coffee shop your ritual. and take more breaks, like your regulars insisted.

he waved you goodbye.

as you walked to your shop, you realised you hadn’t caught his name. you had been too enamoured to check for a name tag. damn it.

the next wednesday morning, you went again. you had wanda take care of the shop. you let her take 10% of the proceeds when she was working as compensation.

when you entered the coffee shop, your gaze traveled all over the place. you couldn’t find him. maybe he had a different shift. you considered walking out, but that would be rude. so you sat down in the corner you had last time.

you saw the red haired woman walk towards your table, but when she was less than three metres away, the door swung open. it was him. he was carrying a box. his gaze landed on you, then the woman, and he rushed to drop the box.

you saw him approach the woman and tell her something. she handed him her notepad, and walked to the kitchen. he then came to your table.

‘i’ve been waiting all week for your money,’ he teased.

you laughed. ‘and you shall get it soon.’

‘the same?’

‘yep.’

his gaze lingered at you for a few more seconds before he walked back to the kitchen to grab your coffee.

that day, when you were about to leave after you paid for your coffee, just as you were about to walk away, he rushed up to you.

‘hey,’ he said, in between laboured breaths.

‘hi,’ you said. what? ‘you okay?’

‘yep. absolutely.’

‘gotta get that morning jog in, i suppose,’ you joked.

‘right,’ he laughed. ‘i just, um, for some reason, thought you should know my name.’

‘oh?’ you squealed mentally.

‘yep. it’s bucky, by the way.’

‘bucky,’ you said. ‘right, i’m y/n.’ you stretched your hand out.

‘pleasure to meet you, y/n.’ your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say your name.

‘the pleasure is all mine,’ you managed to say without stuttering.

it became a tradition for you to come every week. wanda was more than happy to let you shoot your shot. you may or may not have led her to believe you planned on asking him out soon. which you didn’t. it was a ridiculous idea.

you stopped leaving early each month to make up for the lost time. it was worth it, because soon meeting bucky had become the best part of your day, week and morning.

it was your fourth trip to the cafe when you and bucky had a full conversation.

he had just brought you your coffee, when you noticed he stood around for longer than usual.

‘i’m sorry, do i pay now?’ you asked.

‘no, no. i just, um, i have a break right about now.’

‘oh, good for you,’ you smiled.

‘yeah. would you, um, mind if i sat down here?’

‘with me?’

‘yeah.’ he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up more than it already was.

‘yeah,’ you felt your face heat up, ‘yeah, absolutely.’

‘great.’ he sat down in front of you.

you felt him look at you as you sipped your coffee. ‘do you want to talk?’

‘god, i’m sorry, i have a bit of a staring problem, or at least i’ve been told.’

you laughed. ‘it’s okay.’

‘so, um, tell me about yourself.’

‘what do you wanna know?’

‘what do you do for a living?’

‘i own a shop downtown.’

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘what do you sell?’

‘maybe you should come find out.’

‘mysterious. i like that,’ he chuckled. ‘text me the address and i’ll stop by someday.’

‘alright.’

he stared at you for a second.

‘staring problem,’ you reminded him with a smile.

‘right, sorry,’ he laughed. ‘just, uh, how are you gonna text me?’

of course. ‘um, i don’t know.’

‘maybe i should give you my number.’

‘maybe.’

he wrote down something in a messy scrawl on his notepad, tore the page, folded it up and slid it across the table to you. checking his watch, he said, ‘as much as i hate to leave you here, my break has ended. until next week,’ he smiled.

‘until next week,’ you nodded. you unfolded the paper.

his number was there. below it, messy handwriting read, you can call me if you want too <3

you were almost completely certain you were grinning like an idiot.

he came to visit the next day. you were helping an elderly woman pick out what to get for her grandson’s wedding when your phone rang.

‘go on, take it,’ the woman told you.

‘i’m so sorry, i won’t be long.’

you headed behind your counter. it was bucky.

‘hey. isn’t there a rule for this in the bro code or something?’

‘not to my knowledge, no.’

‘the rule where you’re not supposed to call someone if it’s been less than three days?’

he laughed. ‘how do you know that?’

‘i have a few guy friends.’

‘anyone i should be worried about?’

you chuckled. ‘nope.’

‘the rule doesn’t apply to special people.’

‘you flatter me.’

‘i'm glad.’ you just knew he was flashing his thousand megawatt smile at the other end. ‘anyway, what’s your shop’s name? i’m here but i don’t know where your shop is.’

‘oh, it’s the one called blooming shield.’

‘interesting name.’

‘i came up with it when i was drunk,’ you laughed.

‘it’s still pretty good.’

you spotted him out the window of your shop. his back was turned to you.

you rushed out of your door, still on the phone with him. you tapped him on the shoulder.

‘oh, god,’ he practically yelped. you winced and cut the call immediately.

‘sorry about that.’

‘it’s alright.’ his features softened into a smile.

‘do you wanna head inside?’

‘yeah, sure.’ he had an uneasy kind of look on his face, but you brushed it off.

you took him inside.

‘so, why’d you decide to become a florist?’

‘um, i just really like flowers, i suppose. nothing too profound,’ you laughed.

‘interesting.’

‘yeah.’ you led him through the aisles.

‘hibiscus is my favourite flower,’ you told him. you saw him breathing deeper than usual, and his nose was turning slightly red.

‘hey, are you alright?’ you asked him.

‘yeah,’ he almost wheezed, ‘i’m great.’ then he sneezed. ‘oh, my god, i am so sorry.’

‘bucky, are you allergic to pollen?’ you asked him, the worry prevalent in your voice.

‘no,’ his gaze landed on the floor. ‘maybe.’

‘dear lord,’ you said as you practically dragged him out of your store. ‘why didn’t you tell me?’

‘i’m sorry.’ it sounded more like i'm sowwy.

‘bucky, i’m gonna take you to my apartment. is that okay? i have a bunch of antihistamines and decongestants there.’

he nodded.

you put your arm around him. it must have been a strange sight, to see someone of your stature almost carry a man that broad shouldered and taller than most through the streets.

when you reached the apartment, you opted for the elevator for the first time in your life.

‘bucky, why didn’t you tell me?’ you said in the elevator.

‘i didn’t want to let you down,’ you barely heard his murmur.

you took his face into your hand. ‘you would’ve been okay with me almost killing you, though?’

‘you didn’t almost kill me,’ he smiled.

‘i could’ve.’

‘maybe.’

you laughed.

when the elevator reached your floor, you pushed him out — with great struggle — and almost threw him onto the couch when you opened the door.

‘god, i am so sorry,’ you said, frantically, as you looked in your cabinets for the medicine.

‘it’s okay, i deserve it.’

you almost tripped over yourself as you ran to where he was sitting.

‘okay,’ you handed him a glass of water, one yellow pill and one white pill, ‘take these.’

he downed them quickly.

‘are you better?’

‘a little.’

‘that’s good.’

‘you really should have told me.’

‘i know, i just didn’t want to ruin it.’

‘i think you dying would’ve ruined it.’

he laughed. ‘you really are never gonna let this go, are you?

‘nope.’

‘i’m sorry i almost died on our first date.’

you looked at him with wide eyes. ‘was this?’

‘what?’

‘our first date?’

‘was it not? jesus, i misinterpreted it, argh, i’m sorry—’

‘no, i, uh, like the sound of that,’ you smiled.

‘well, now i’ve just ruined it beyond repair.’

‘maybe you can swing by for dinner and we can watch a movie afterwards,’ you suggested.

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘that’d be great. what movie?’

you thought for a second. then, with a smile, you said, ’mean girls is good.’

‘right, i’ve heard quite a lot about that one. haven’t seen it, though.’

‘oh, my god. you haven’t seen mean girls?’

‘nope.’

‘where were you in high school?’

he laughed.

‘we have to watch this movie.’

‘alright.’ he grinned wide at you. your face was on fire. but a good kind of fire.

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Sunghoon as your boyfriend

a/n: as usual with these bf headcanons, im sorry it was so messy TT also thank you so so much for over 100 followers !! <33

open to read <3

tbh it got to a point where literally everyone but you two knew that you were crushing on each other..

Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you

Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you

tbh it was literally until jake had to spell out to sunghoon how he obviously had a crush on you which is what prompted him to actively make moves on you (lmao)

And, sooner or later, you both ended up dating :D

Sunghoon is be pretty awkward early on in the relationship so it’s just so so precious ):

so every small moment of skinship between you both has butterflies instantly swarming in your stomachs and your cheeks heating up like crazy ):

And sunghoon will think about it for ages in his bed later at nighttime, replaying the moment you took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers with his

He’d think about how soft your hands felt in his hold and how fuzzy the feeling made him feel, and sunghoon isn’t one to freak out easily but gee the butterflies you made him feel (he will never tell you about that though)

Many late night dates!

I say this for literally every enhypen member but to me this concept just fits so well with all of them

Sunghoon likes going on late night walks with you in private (and safe!) parks where he knows that you two will be completely alone

He loves walking around with you for hours, chatting away about random weird topics and sharing shy eye contact with each other

Or he will also like to lay down on the grass with you, backs on the plush ground and stargazing together 💔

He’ll admire your side profile and smile at your awed expression as you stare up at the stars, thinking about how pretty you look under the moonlight

But then when you turn to face him he’ll look away and pretend he was never looking in the first place🙄

To me sunghoon seems the type to silently appreciate you and the small moments he shares with you.

You could be sitting across from him eating messily while ranting about your day and he’ll simply nod, barely listening and instead watching the way your moth moves and how prettily your lips create shapes as you talk

Or you could be simply doing nothing at all, instead laying on the sofa on your phone and he’ll look up from his own now and then, quietly reflecting and feeling thankful for how you’re in his life

):

In public he is very much the silent observer! but not in a creepy way, it’s all loving of course, especially since hoon has said before that he’s not the best with expressing his words and feelings

So he instead shows his love and appreciation to you through small acts of service and gifts!

It’s small things that he does for you, such as tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you onto his other side when you’re asking along a busy road so he is the one one the road side instead or buying what he knows is your favourite snack to surprise you with!

I think that he will also ask jay for tips on what to cook for you hehe. He likes to surprise you and pls I just see him standing wearing an apron as he tries to follow the recipe jay gave him so he can make you your favourite food for you to eat the next day )):

Many cafe dates!!

Have you seen that picture of him sipping from a drink as he sits at a cafe table?? yeAH WELL

takes you out to his favourite cafes all the time 😁😁

going on the lookout for best cafés on your dates is YOUR THING i see it

Sunghoon honestly treasures you so much and although he doesn’t express it in words often, he really thinks about you a lot ): so many little things remind him of you its ridiculous. 

he’ll see something and go like “oh!” which confuses the other members but its just because he saw something that made him think of you lol

He is comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable in front of you!

At first when you both started dating he was reallyyyy shy since he is an introvert.. but ofc soon the ice boy melted and he eventually became so much more comfy around you :D

so yes park sunghoon does share a lot of his weird thoughts and personality with you lmao

but its just bc he trusts you and knows that you wont judge him ):<

Takes you on ice skating dates where he teaches you how to skate

Will come up with a simple routine with you

I’m gonna cry I’m gonna pass out I can’t take this I’m tearing up TAKE MY PHONE AWAY FROM NE AT THIS

he will come up with ): simple ice skating routines with you ): where he spins you around and holds both your hands steadily as he skates backward and guides you forward, making breathless eye contact while he rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly

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although when you do end up falling he laughs 🙄 he is so rude i stg

but he then helps you back up of course, holding your gloved hands in his softly since they took the most impact of ur fall 

he’ll massage them gently in his, concerned and telling you to be more careful next time and showing you how to regain your balance when you feel yourself slipping.

“aha like you will even need to use that technique anyways y/n because your ice prince will save you from falling.”

sighs. anyways

Whenever he catches you staring at him (which is 99% of the time when you’re with him because well, duh), he will the hELL out of you lmao

He teases you pretty often anyways

“If you’re just going to continue staring at me this whole time then just take a photo instead y/n, it lasts longer you know 😐.”

“I know I’m handsome y/n. Instead of making it so obvious with your googly eyes then don’t be afraid to say it too. I don’t bite 🙂👎.”

Is so proud of himself whenever he gets you flustered at his comments because as much as it embarrasses you, what he says is true </3 and you don’t deny it

But then when YOU tell him how attractive he is in a teasing way it’s HIM that starts blushing LMFAO

“The view is so pretty.” You said, sighing out as you stood next to sunghoon on the top floor balcony.

“Yeah, Seoul is so beautiful.” Your boyfriend commented, nodding as he looked down at the blinking lights from down below.

Frowning, you tilted your head as you stared at him. “Oh, I wasn’t  talking about that.”

Looking up, sunghoon looked at you in confusion. “What do you mean then?”

“I meant the view is so pretty. You’re the view.”

Gets so flustered PLSJDKSJS he looked away from you and ignored you for the next 5 minutes while he tried to compose himself and pretend like he was not affected by what you said

You simply laughed at how red his ears had become and how he ignored your teasing remarks indifferently when he was actually dying inside at what you said

Or other times when you compliment him he will be really smug about it too lmao

He values your opinion, even if it’s something about the new jacket he wore and how it looks nice on him

You bet he will wear that jacket 372837 more files after that and uploaded it on Twitter for engenes too (;

All because you complimented him once

It gets to the point where jay and jungwon tease him about why he is constantly wearing the same thing every day and whether it’s something to do with you LMAO

boy gets so shy 😭😭😭

Sunghoon likes it when you run your hands though his hair ): especially at the back of his head where you tug at his strange gently, especially since his hair is pretty long rn

It’s so soothing to him to feel your nails gently rake through his mullet and massage his scalp, it instantly makes his eyes shut and sleepiness take over.

I feel like sunghoon isn’t that big on cuddles? But when you both sleep together he always pulls you in closer to him subconsciously ):

Head pats from sunghoon ✔️

Kisses with sunghoon!

When you both first started dating you had to initiate everything and he would get so flustered after

But after you had been dating sunghoon for a while and you kiss, he’ll do this thing where he looks at you with lidded eyes and stares at your lips and he kNOWS how good he looks when he does that

Such a tease..

Will cup the back of your neck and bring you in

his hands gently roam around your waist or place themselves onto your back to hold you close to him

Kisses with sunghoon are usually pretty slow and can last a while, so you’re always left feeling breathless when you finally pull apart

Nibbles your lips to tease you hehe

He doesn’t really give you short kisses apart from when he’s feeling bursts of happiness and really excited about something! Or when he wants to thank you

Also Hoon likes to also keep your scrunchie on his wrist if you wear any

Idk, he just likes it [:

Hoon also likes to take many pretty photos with you too, it’s so aesthetic TT

Kisses your forehead whenever he says bye to you on his way to complete his schedule for the day 🥺

Shows Jake and jay pictures of you all the time lol

The 02z definitely don’t miss the blush on his cheeks whenever he tells them about how cute you are 🙄

Sunghoon cutest bf ): he doesn’t reall like to show affection for you in front of other people but when y’all are alone?

Phew, the boy might be an ice prince but whenever he is around you.. let’s say that perhaps you seem to melt him a lil bit (:

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Hi!! for the prompt thing!! ryan getting so caught up with other things that he doesn’t realize shane is slowly slipping away ?? im really into angst with happy ending or hurt/comfort bc im a cotton candy that cant handle too much angst but it’s really up to u!! ☺️☺️☺️

Boy am I late with this one. This isn't even what you wanted, because I like Ryan calling Shane out on his shit.

CW: smoking. Also, pandemic? What pandemic?

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Shane’s leaning against a retaining wall in the parking lot when Ryan eventually comes to find him. He takes another drag of his cigarette and watches as Ryan steps out of the building, tucking his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and drawing his shoulders in against the cold as he glances around, clearly knowing Shane is nearby, but not knowing where.

When he spots Shane, his expression opens, a smile spreading across his face.

Shane tips his head in acknowledgment, turning slightly to the left to exhale a breath that’s a mix of smoke and condensation.

“Hey,” Ryan says, when he’s close enough. “Thought I’d find you out here.”

Shane knocks ash off the end of his cigarette and offers him a smile. “Needed a break.”

Ryan lets out a quiet laugh. “What, you don’t like the office packed with thirty more people than it can reasonably fit?”

Shane snorts. “You said the more the merrier when we planned this winter party.”

“I think I underestimated things,” Ryan says, his shoulders seeming to loosen, and Shane shrugs.

“I dunno. It seems fitting for our first year.”

Ryan laughs again and nods. “It’s been — chaotic.”

“Understatement,” Shane grunts.

“We did okay, I think,” Ryan tells him, or perhaps tells himself, and Shane grunts again. Ryan lets out a huff of laughter. “What? You’d do something differently if you redid this year?”

“Sounds like a topic for Steven’s next employee survey,” Shane jokes, but Ryan keeps watching him, as though waiting for an answer.

“But would you have changed anything?”

Shane hesitates. “Seems like a loaded question.”

Ryan doesn’t say anything and Shane takes another drag of his cigarette and exhales away from him to be polite.

“You okay?” Shane asks after a moment, because it seems like the right thing to do.

Ryan still doesn’t say anything, but instead holds out his hand, silently requesting Shane’s cigarette.

It’s not a good sign.

The last time Ryan had smoked in front of Shane had been over one too many drinks after contract negotiations with BuzzFeed. Ryan’s hands had been shaking too much to light the cigarette and Shane had needed to do it for him.

Ryan takes a draw, coughing almost immediately and making Shane laugh before he can help himself.

“Smoking’s bad for you,” Shane deadpans and Ryan doesn’t react, but touches a thumb to the corner of his own mouth as though thinking.

He takes another drag, not coughing this time.

“Do you ever feel like you have to choose between things?” Ryan asks, taking Shane off guard.

“Like red or white wine?” Shane tries to joke, but it doesn’t land and Ryan silently passes his cigarette back.

“No, between work and life.”

Shane scratches at his stubble and taps away a little more ash. “If you’re having issues with work-life balance, you should tell Steven.”

Ryan lets out a laugh that sounds slightly self-deprecating. “No, that’s not — that’s not what I mean.”

“Well, I can’t read minds, Ryan.”

Shane takes one last drag of his cigarette and stubs it out against the concrete wall behind, exhaling while Ryan seems to think about what it is he’s trying to say. Carefully, Shane wets his fingers on his tongue and pinches at the end of the cigarette until it’s cool enough to slip back into the packaging to throw away later, and puts the carton in his pocket.

“It's been a really good year,” Ryan finally says after a long moment, though Shane can hear the but in his voice. "But it feels like you’re avoiding me.”

Shane’s stomach sinks. “Avoiding you?”

“When was the last time we did anything outside of work?”

Shane wants another cigarette already, just for something to do with his hands. Instead, he tucks them into the pockets of his chinos.

He doesn’t answer Ryan, but only because he can’t remember the last time.

“You barely even text me unless it’s work related,” Ryan presses.

Shane knows what he’s talking about. He won’t deny that. But it doesn’t make it easier.

“It’s a startup,” Shane tries. “We’re gonna be busy for a while.”

“Shane, don’t bullshit me.”

Shane takes his advice and shuts his mouth.

“Are you avoiding me?” Ryan presses and Shane lets out a sigh.

“If we spend all day working together and hang out after, you’ll get sick of me.”

Ryan watches him and Shane knows he has his answer.

“This is literally no different from what we had before at BuzzFeed,” Ryan points out and Shane shakes his head.

“This is legally binding now.”

Ryan laughs like he thinks Shane is the most ridiculous person ever, which he probably does. “You say that like we got married.”

“We did a little bit.”

“If I have to call you my work husband, I’m going to quit,” Ryan threatens and Shane lets out an unexpected laugh, knowing how much they both hate buzzwords like that.

“Please don’t.”

The silence hangs between them for a moment before Ryan finally asks, “Don’t call you that, or don’t quit?”

“Either,” Shane admits. “Both.”

There’s another long silence before Ryan finally says, “I’m not gonna grow bored of you.”

“I didn’t think you would,” Shane replies with a frown.

“So you just avoided me for other, completely rational reasons?”

That shuts Shane up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ryan asks, though Shane knows they both already know the answer to that.

“No,” he says, just to clarify.

“Do you want to try using your words like an adult?”

Shane hates that Ryan’s actually in-tune with his feelings. He sighs and shrugs loosely. “There’s more at stake. If we fight — ”

“If we fight, we’ll talk it out like friends and business partners. Or would you prefer we have blowout arguments that ruin both our friendship and our business?”

Shane sighs again, because he knows Ryan is right. Ryan raises his eyebrows like he knows Shane knows he’s right.

“I’m sorry,” Shane apologizes, and realizes after he says it that he actually means it. He’s hated not spending extra time with Ryan, but he’s hated the fear of accidentally losing Ryan even more.

Ryan’s shoulders drop like he’s finally relaxing and he smiles, the blinding smile that he always has for Shane, no matter his mood.

“I wish we’d talked about this sooner,” he admits, “but I could never get you alone.”

Shane rubs the back of his neck and nods. “Yeah, that took some effort. I’m not proud.”

Ryan shakes his head, like he can’t believe the lengths Shane goes to, but he’s still smiling, which gives Shane hope that he hasn’t fucked everything up completely.

“Will you grab dinner with me after work next week?” Ryan asks gently.

There’s a familiar clench in Shane’s stomach — instinctive at this point from trying so hard to avoid everything — but he takes a breath and nods before he can give himself time to back out.

“Yeah,” he says. “We can do that.”

Somehow, Ryan’s smile brightens even more.

“C’mon,” he says, “let’s go back inside before anyone misses us.”

He tugs on Shane’s sleeve, but he doesn’t have to tug hard. Shane follows him willingly.

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Well first off I just want to say congrats on your 200 followers!!!!! You deserve it. In your prompt list I want to do #32. Can you do a Sokka x fem reader where she is Toph’s older sister and they start dating. It can be apart of the ATLA timeline or modern it’s up to you 😊

come back safe - sokka x fem!beifong reader

summary: you and sokka have to part ways in ba sing se, but he’s not letting you go without saying his piece.

a/n: im just gonna assume that you meant 32 from the fluff list, if you meant angst or general then im sorry!! but thank you sm for requesting :-) and a personal thank you for always sending in asks, your support for transferred means the world!!!

also i did this surprisingly fast?? me getting a request done in a reasonable amount of time?? who am i ???

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): some sad sokka moments and some very intense dramatic irony lmao, but mostly fluff  

32. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

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Parting from your friends was never easy. Ever since you had run away from home with your sister, Team Avatar had become a surrogate family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Toph was a whirlwind in her own way, but Aang, Katara, and Sokka all got her in ways that your parents never had, not to mention how you were finally able to be yourself away from the world of Earth Kingdom nobility. You couldn’t offer Aang any of the earthbending wisdom you sister had in spades, but your skill with blades made you a valuable asset nonetheless.

That connection made it so much harder to separate.

After leaving Gaoling, you had never been apart from the group for longer than a couple of days. But visiting your mother would take at least a week, not to mention everyone else was going off in their own directions — Aang to visit a guru to help control the Avatar State, Sokka to see his dad, Katara staying in the city to aid the Earth King. You would all be saying goodbye for an unprecedented amount of time.

To put it in simple terms? You were freaking out.

You and Toph had gone against direct orders from your parents to join the Avatar, and no sooner had you earned the support of the Earth King when you found out about the letter from your mother. It was.. strange, to say the least.

As Beifongs, you were held to impossible standards, and what the two of you did broke every single one of them. You were skeptical when you first read the letter to Toph, but she was so excited at the possibility of your parents finally coming to accept the two of you that you couldn’t say no.

After taking care of last minute affairs, you ended up back in your room to begin packing. You and your sister would be making the journey on foot, so you wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen — you might’ve just been going through the Upper Ring, but you had come to not discount anything in Ba Sing Se.

You finished folding the last of Toph’s clothes and closed the bag, and at that moment you heard a knock on the door. “It’s open!” you called as you moved onto your own pack. You glanced up to see your visitor, and the corner of your lips quirked up when you saw it was Sokka.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself,” he said as he shut the door behind him. “Listen, do you have a moment to talk? Before you leave, I mean. I know you’re on a tight schedule and all.”

“I always have a moment for you.” You set another article of clothing in your bag and clapped your hands together softly as you turned to face him. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about where you’re going. You know, you and Toph going to see your mom.”

“Oh, yeah. Exciting, isn’t it? It’ll be an interesting meeting.” You chuckled, a notion lacking in mirth. “Wonder what she’s going to say after we gave up our entire lives to help the Avatar without their permission.”

“Just.. whatever goes on, be safe, okay? If you get hurt out there, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

The sincerity in his voice shocked you a bit, but you gave him a light punch on the shoulder, choosing to shoot back in your usual joking manner. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

You smiled and shrugged as you folded another tunic and placed it into your bag. “Sokka, we’re just going to the edge of the upper ring. You have nothing to worry about!”

He sighed and shook his head. “Look. I don’t have the best track record with people that I’m close to. I couldn’t save my mom, and I couldn’t protect our tribe, and I couldn’t save Yue. It’s like the moment I start to care about anyone, something bad happens to them, and I can’t do anything to stop it. And now you’re going off to the city to see your mom, and even though it’s so close, I just can’t shake this feeling, and I— I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if something happens to you too.”

Your brows creased as the full weight of his words hit you. “Sokka.. are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He stepped closer and took your hands in his, those ocean eyes holding a softness you had never seen before. “I care about you, Y/N, so much that it hurts. So I know it sounds ridiculous, but I need you to promise me that you’ll come home safe.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before you tugged on his hands to bring him even closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips met his.

“I care about you too,” you responded quietly, a small smile gracing your features. “And I promise I’ll be safe. Just for you.”

“Good.” He smiled as well and gave you another soft kiss, one that quickly became more heated as you got lost in each other. You could feel the pure emotion, the sadness, that he poured into it, and that feeling made you want to give this boy everything in the world. You had almost tuned out the world completely until the door was pushed open and Aang’s voice rang through the air.

“Sokka, are you almost ready? I saw you come in h— oh, spirits, I’m so sorry!”

You and Sokka immediately separated, jumping apart from each other so quickly you nearly tripped over your own feet. You quickly gathered yourself and leaned against the table your bags were set on, giving Aang an easy-going smile in an attempt to cover up your breathlessness.

“Aang!” Your voice was unnaturally high as you used your hands to talk. “He was just… checkin’ in on me. Making sure that I was ready. Just.. nothing going on here. Just.. two friends.. bein’ friends. And.. gettin’ ready. As friends.”

You could hear Sokka snort behind you as he tried to keep his composure as well — Aang, meanwhile, was as red as a fire ferret as he began to back away.

“You know, I can just come back later! Or you can come to me, Sokka. Whenever you’re ready. I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” He gave you guys one last slightly panicked smile then darted off, causing the two of you to dissolve into laughter.

You glanced at Sokka with a shy smile as you felt your cheeks burning up, and that just made him laugh even harder. “Think he’ll keep that promise?”

You sighed happily and shrugged. “You know what? I don’t even care. And I think I’ll try extra hard to stay alive if it means there’s more kisses like that in the future.”

Sokka gave you a heart-melting smile and walked over to the door. “Just come home safe, and you’ll get all the kisses you want.”

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Maybe something with lee Dylan and when he first met some of his friends and learned he was so ticklish? I love the art you make for him and he’s such a ticklish dork and I love it 💖 Hope you get better soon and be sure to stay hydrated!

Thanks for the prompt! Wasn't gonna make it this long but I liked the idea lmao

Sorry if there's any mistakes. It's only a small fic so I didn't have it proof read this time lmao

Characters: Anna, Tanner and Dylan

Relationships: Minor Anna x Tanner

Word count: 1579

Summary

Anna wants Dylan to meet her new partner Tanner. He's tense all day until Anna accidentally finds the perfect way for the two to bond.

An Unusual Introduction

Dylan had only heard rumors of Anna's new partner. He knew they were a powerful leader, strong, confident and affectionate. He also heard they were a bit of a trouble maker, mischievous, funny and a bit eccentric. It's not that he didn't want to meet them! But they're a very busy person, running a kingdom isn't an easy task. So he's only ever seen them in passing. He knew eventually he'd be able to meet them, he just didn't think THIS is how it would happen.

"Come on Dylan! It'll be fun! Just the three of us chilling out. It would be the perfect way to introduce yourself." Anna sang gleefully, Dylan rolled his eyes. "A slumber party Anna? Really? Anna we're nobles!" The idea sounded ridiculous! What an impression that would make. Tanner would never- "They already agreed to it Dylan!" Anna took his hands in her own. "I just want my little brother to be there. I want Tanner to be a big part of our lives. And I know you two will love each other! This is the perfect way to introduce yourself. No expectations, no fancy outfits! Just us. Please Dylaaan!" Damn she's making that face again. He sighs. "Fine fine! I'll do it. Just don't make a fool of me okay?" Anna cheered and pulled her brother in for a hug which he quickly returned. "Meet us in my room at the palace around 8~" She let him go and bounced off.

The hours went by slowly until it was finally time. He showed up around 7:45, not wanting to be late. He wore a loose fitting red crop top and red a black pajama shorts, hoping that would be appropriate enough. He knocked on his door and a familiar face answered. "Ah hello. You must be Dylan? Im Tanner!! Nice to meet you." Tanner stuck out their hand to greet Dylan and he quickly grabbed it and shook. He's never seen Tanner up close before. They had baby blue hair that clearly needed a new coat of dye, small round glasses and a few scattered piercings, their build was strong but not huge and they were only a couple inches shorter than he was. Tanners outfit consisted of a t-shirt of a band he'd never heard of and short loose fitted shorts. His tight shoulders easing knowing he was dressed properly. "You good?" The voice startled him and he quickly took his hand back, a light blush of embarrassment rising on his cheeks. "Oh yeah! S-Sorry about that." Tanner chuckled and led him inside.

Anna was there in a basic white, silky night gown, setting up what appeared to be a blanket fort. "Come on Tanner! I just need a few more books to keep her down." She turns over and sees her brother standing there, seeming a bit awkward. "Dylan! You made it! Help me finish setting up will ya?" The three spent, probably an unreasonable amount of time, goofing around and setting up the fort. Well Tanner and Anna did. Dylan still felt quite out of place. He'd only seen Tanner in "work mode" not like this. They were playing around, joking and starting pillow fights with his sister. Anna tried to get Dylan to join but she could sense his apprehension.

The rest of the night went on the same, they played a few games, told scary stories and talked for hours. They sat in the blanket fort, Anna insisting Dylan sit in between the two, and chatted quietly. It didn't take a genius to see how tense Dylan was. His mind was racing, "what if I wasn't fun to be around? What if they hate me? Shit I think they do. I ruined their night! I should leave I sh-" Anna reached over and placed her hand on his stomach, pulling him out of his own thoughts. He let out a small squeak at the contact, causing Tanner to look over at the two. "Are you alright Dylan?" They asked. Dylan looked over at Tanner, than to Anna with a stern look. She looked confused for a moment, eyes moved to the hand resting on her brothers tummy. At that moment, a smirk spreads on her face.

"A-Anna. Dohohon't" He quickly squeaked out. To his horror, her mind was made up. She rolled over and sat on his lap. "Tanner~ Wanna do something fuuuun~?" They looked down at Dylan, his eyes shining with excitement and worry. They couldn't help but smile "I'd love to! Here, give me this~" they grabbed Dylan's hands, pulling it up and sitting on top of them. "G-Guhuhuys?? What are you g-going to do?" The lovers looked at each other than back down at the pile of giggles underneath them. "Hehehe! Oh nothing bad brother! Juuuust this!"

With that, they both attacked. Anna's long nails scribbling around his belly as Tanners blunter ones dance in his armpits. The demon screeched and bucked as the hands made contact. The sensations intense as the tickle his most ticklish spots. He squirms under them, unable to hold still. "GAAAAHAHAHAAA!! O-OH MY GOHOHOD GUYS!! GUHUHUHYS WHYYYY?!! PLEASE IT TIHIHIHIHIICKLES!!" The two chuckled, watching the boy turn a bright red, laughing as if someone told the funniest joke in the world. "Oh goodness! We're barely touching him. Has he always been this ticklish?" Anna chuckled "He has! And you wanna know the best thing? He lo-" Dylan knees Anna in the back "OW! Dylan! Now you're gonna get it!" Her gentle scribbles turn into kneading and scratching, as does Tanners and the poor boy loses it!

"OH MY GAAAAAHAHAHAHAD WAIT WAIT IM SORREEHEHEHEHEEE! GAAAAAHAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE NOT THERE! NOT MY TUHUHUHUHUMMEEEEEHEHEHEEE! BWAAAHAHAHAHHAA!" Dylan writhed under the dexterous hands, the tickling so intense he could barely think. Anna's hands than moved to squeeze at the poor demons hips and he screeched. "NOOOOOOHAHAHAHAA! NONONONOOO! NO ANNAAAHAHAHAHAAA! GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!!!! AAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Tanner looked taken aback by the reaction. They've never seen someone so ticklish before! They look to Anna, their voice coming out low and evil. "Is he ticklish anywhere else?" Tanners evil somehow transfers to Anna as she smirks. "Of course. He's ticklish all over. Here." Anna turns around, now facing his legs. "Go sit on his ankles~" Dylans eyes went wide as he realized what she wanted them to do. "A-Anna!! No let's talk about this! D-Don't do this!" His pleas fell of deaf ears as Tanner got up and moved to sit on his ankles. "You ready~?" They asked, Dylan swore he heard a small growl in their voice. Neither waited for a response. Tanner began to scratch at the arches of his feet and Anna squeezed at his thighs.

Dylan shot up and grabbed the back of Anna's gown, screeching into her back. His whole body shook, his legs kicked as much as they could under Anna and Tanners weight, he weakly pounded his fist on Anna's back and his LAUGH. "AAAAAAAAA!! AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA NAAAHAHHAA NAA NAAA!! AAAAAHAHAHAAA STAAAHAHAHAP STAHAHAP IT STOP!! AAAAAHAHAHAHAAA! PLEASE PLEASE IM BEEHEHEHEHEGEEGGING YOU!! AAAAAAAAAAA!!" The mix of loud screams and pleas for mercy were drowned out by the two's merciless teasing. "Awwwww! I've never met someone so ticklish! This must tickle soooo bad huh? Oh does it tickle Dylan? Are you tickle tickle tiiicklish~?" Tanner cooed, their fingers moving under and in between his sensitive toes. Anna's hands moved to squeeze his knees, occasionally scribbling underneath them. "My goodness brother! I believe you got even more ticklish! We're you always this bad? Oh careful~ Watch your hands! You keep hitting me it's gonna get worse for you!" She loves back up to his thighs before reaching one hand back to squeeze his hip. "AAAAAHAHAHAHAAA IM SORREEHEHEHE IM SORRY PLEASE PLEASE I CAHAHAHAN'T TAKE IT!! AAAAHAHAAAHAHAAA! TOO MUCH!! TOHOHOHOHOO MUUHUHUHUCH!! AAAAAAHAHAHA MERCY MERCY MERCY!!"

It took quite a while before the two finally let up. They slowly got off of him as he wheezed. He falls back to the floor and rubs his tummy, soft giggles fall out of his mouth. "Y-Yohohou guys are sohohoho meeehehehean..." He tried to sound mad but his voice betrayed him. His soft giggles, giddy smile and his bubbly voice proved he had so much fun. Tanner moved over to sit next to his head, placing a hand in his hair and gently stroking it. "It was great meeting you Dylan. I had so much fun today. I hope you did too?" They looked at him, eyes soft and caring. He looks away, his face heating up as he nods quickly. "I...I ha-hahahad a great time toohohohoo." He hides his face in his hand. Anna claps and smiles brightly "Awww I knew you two would like each other!!" She grabs them both and pulls em into a big hug which they both quickly return.

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up to each other until they drifted off. Dylan and Tanner continued to get to know each other, they spent more and more time together. The two grow exceptionally close, they're practically inseparable now! Tanner never forgot their first meeting, constantly reminding Dylan how ticklish he is. They love torturing their brother in law. The three get together when they have the time, at least once a month to have a slumber party and every time it devolves into a huge tickle fight! Well, more like Dylan getting absolutely destroyed by his family. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hiya! Hope your day is going great ❤️ I've got a request if I may. Could we please get some more Nix fluff if you're up to it? The one you wrote recently hit me it the feels it was so good!!!

I was thinking maybe something like they're going out for dinner or whatever, him admiring the way she looks, getting touchy feely, kissy, you know the whole fluff deal 😬

But honestly I'll take anything you write because everything you put out is genuine gold!!! Please never stop!

Let's Just Skip to Dessert

A/N: hello sweet lovely anon. I'm so sorry its taken me so long to get to this absolutely unreal request omg I'm excited just thinking about writing it🤩 hope you enjoy it💓

Also I have a long-fic in the pipeline (way, way down the line) for Nixon/Female OC named Maggie and when I saw this prompt I immediately thought of her so I guess this is everyone's first introduction to my beloved Maggie🙈🥰

"What is the goddamn hold up? We're gonna be late!"

He huffed and scuffed his feet against the floor, checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Women. He could never really understand what took them so goddamn long to get ready. All she had to do was put on a dress and fix her hair.

"I swear to god Maggie..."

"Alright, alright," she called from the landing, "keep your pants on, I'm coming." He sighed in dramatic relief when he heard her heels clicking on the steps. He glanced up at her and his jaw dropped.

She looked glorious. She'd put on his favourite red dress. The sunset shining in the window made her golden skin glow, and the heels made her legs look impossibly long.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed, taking off his sunglasses and giving her a once over.

"Oh pick your jaw up off the floor Lew, you'll catch flies," she teased, hands on her hips as she reached the bottoms step.

"How the hell did I snag a dame as gorgeous as you huh?" He smirked, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her closer.

"Oh, you absolutely won the lottery," Maggie teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his gaze lovingly. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life, and she was right, he'd absolutely won the lottery with her.

"C'mere you," he murmured, meeting her lips with his and kissing her soundly. She smirked into the kiss as he tightened his arms around her and picked her up off the step.

"Lew..." she murmured, trying to pull back slightly. But he didn't give her the chance. He kissed her again, more intently this time, backing her up step by step until her back hit the wall. His hands roamed from her back down to her thighs, and without breaking his lips from hers he picked her up and hooked her legs around his hips. His tongue teased hers gently, coaxing her to deepen the kiss even more.

Maggie bit her lip and sighed as he left a trail of kisses across her cheek and down her neck. He nipped at her collarbone gently and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall and huffing out a shaky breath.

"Lew," she sighed breathily, running her fingers through his hair and arching her body against his, "we're gonna be late for dinner."

"You know what," he murmured softly, trailing his nose back up her neck, his breath tickling her skin and causing her to shiver, "forget dinner, let's just skip to dessert."

She locked her arms and legs around his body as he tightened his arms around her and stepped away from the wall.

"Hell Lew, that's the most sensible thing you've said all day."

A/N: ok so I know it's not entirely fluffy per say but.....it's Nix and I'm obsessed with him and ridiculously in love with him and I got carried away and swept up in the whole daydream and yeah....but I hope you all enjoy 🙈💕

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