falling whistle

| Mine | Human! Bill Cipher

Dipper Pines was absolutely adorable, you realized.

Adorable, yes, and also incredibly clueless when he could be.

Three weeks. He’d known you a full three weeks. And he still hadn’t figured out that you were a demon.

Well, it wasn’t his fault really. You were almost flawless at covering your tracks. You snuck into his life so easily it was like butter, befriending his twin and closest friends, especially becoming friends with that redheaded lass. Stan though?

You stayed away from him. That man wasn’t what he seemed, you could sense the intelligence about him. Not to say Dipper wasn’t intelligent, he was.

But he was just, so, clueless.

“Maybe I should just give him a hint,” You mused to yourself, yawning as your tail slowly wrapped around your leg.

“Hmm?” Said brunette nerd hummed from his spot on his bed, his head buried in that journal of his.

“Nothing,” You said, quietly laughing to yourself. He knew of your abnormalities, yes, he was actually quite perceptive with how he found out about your cat ears and tail, but he thought nothing of them. Gravity Falls was an extremely odd place, and you were just another oddity that he managed to befriend.

You wondered how long it would take though, how long till he realized what a danger you could be to him.

You yawned again, rolling slowly onto your front on the bed, a cat-like grin on your face as you watched him, resting your chin on the back of your interlocked fingers. As if he could sense the stare on him, Dipper looked up. A faint splash of red painted his pale cheeks.

“W-what?” He asked, fidgeting slightly, but still trying to seem confident.

Adorable.

“Mm~” You hummed, the action slow and drawn out as all your actions tended to be. A tingling sensation ran up your neck, setting your enhanced senses on edge. You immediately put away your tail, slipping it up into your shorts and making sure the process was subtle. Dipper never noticed a thing, but you knew someone was now watching. A certain someone that rhymes with ‘Kill’.

Hah, ironic.

“I was just thinking how cute you were,” you drawled, honestly relaying your thoughts. Dipper’s blush worsened at your blatant compliment, ducking his face more under his hat and avoiding your eyes.

Adorable.

“H-hah? Shut up Y/N, stop joking around,” He shifted around on his bed. The burning sensation of being watched worsened and you frowned, starting to get up.

“I wasn’t joking,” You left him with the comment, knowing he would overthink it as you exited the room. Were you teasing him? Yup. You meant nothing by it, but he was so easy to rile up you couldn’t help yourself.

As soon as you closed the door to the attic and took a step down the stairs your surroundings turned black and white, static flickering behind your ears and a pressure entering the space. You didn’t even need to look to know that a certain dream demon was behind you.

“Why, hello, Bill,” You said lightly, a sway in your step as you continued walking without a problem.

The demon didn’t answer, and you were taken back a bit by his uncharacteristic silent behaviour. Shouldn’t he be talking your ear off by now with his cocky and carefree attitude?

You sat on a couch, laying down and stretching your legs out. “What? Cat caught your tongue?” You inwardly cackled at the irony in your question, feeling your tail itching to reveal itself. When there was still no answer you looked up at the ceiling in mock realization.

“Ah? Could it be you were jealous~?” You stretched lazily, curling into the couch as if you were the only in the room.

“I will find out what you are, kitten,” Bill finally spoke up, as if snapping out of whatever faze he was in. You snorted.

“In your dreams, Bill,” you teased the dream demon, sending a lidded gaze his way.

This was the basis of your whole relationship with the guy. Curiosity. He was undeniably curious towards you. You were a demon that was to be sure, but of what kind? This was the question he’d been trying to figure out since you met him. You could freely roam the modern world without any tricks or plans unlike a lot of demons out there. There was so much mystery surrounding you that Bill was determined to find out.

It had began like that at first, but now your relationship with the guy was twisting, changing. He’d become clingy, to the point where you just calling the kid cute made him jealous and initiate spending time with you.

“The only thing that’ll be in my dreams is you, kitten,” He shot back, floating towards you with a smirk, hands behind his back.

You almost let out another snort. Even his nickname for you was hilarious, considering that was exactly the kind of demon you were. There was no way you were telling him that though.

“Oh really?” You yawned again, rolling your neck languidly. No wonder he called you kitten, you couldn’t help your lazy body language, as you were literally a cat. Cat demon at that. You had a pair of furry, f/c cat ears and tail to prove it. Though they obviously weren’t out at the moment.

“Why are you so afraid of telling me?” Bill tempted, tilting his head with a devious smile as he poured a cup of tea from a kettle he conjured up out of nowhere, sitting indian style in mid air.

“I’m not afraid,” You said after a moment of hesitation, hoping he didn’t realize that moment of unease. But of course, you couldn’t hide much from Bill. Especially not in his domain.

“But you are,” He said, taking a single sip of the tea before tossing it behind him, uncaring of where it ended up. In a blink he was suddenly right before your face, dark eye boring into yours. “What are you hiding there, kitten?”

You tried not to react, keeping up your cool front even as you jumped on the inside, your feline instincts begging you to jump up onto the wall and force some distance.

“Why don’t you try harder to find out, hon?” You baited, smirking right back. You were known for being confident towards him, it wouldn’t do for you to reveal your true feelings.

“Oh I will,” his dark eye darkened even more, a strike of worry springing up inside you. Did you somehow cross the line? Bill was trying to seem his regular self but you could tell that something was different today. He seemed…off.

“Looking forward to it,” you wasted no time firing back, putting a finger to his nose and pushing him back gently.

A strange expression crossed his face.
“Watch me, kitten. Soon I’ll strip you completely bare before me.”

You could feel yourself heat up at his words, swallowing hard and keeping up your mental walls so he couldn’t see what you were thinking. Yet something in his words triggered fear within you.

You were scared.

Bill was annoying yes, and an arrogant, cocky, idiot, but you couldn’t deny that you were attached. Completely, utterly attached. You enjoyed this game as cat and mouse, with Bill continuously chasing after you as if you were the best mystery out there. He had become such a constant part of your life now that you feared the day he finally figured out what you were. Would he be disappointed? Would he grow bored of you once he knew?

Would he leave?

That last thought terrified you the most. You had denied it for long, but you couldn’t any longer.

You didn’t want him to go.

But you were a demon. He was a demon. You both knew the nature of your kind. The attachment you felt was intense, stronger than anything a human could ever feel. And it frightened you so, so much.

“Penny for your thoughts, kitten?” He asked, slinging an arm round your shoulder. You forced yourself to stay still, face a blank state of nonchalance as you tried to ignore the way his skin ignited yours.

“How about a hundred?”

He laughed, blonde shaggy locks falling before his eye and partially covering his eyepatch. A snap of his fingers and a diamond appeared in your lap.

“Will this do?”

You shot him a side look, smirking.

“Well actuall-”

And his fingers touched your ear.

Your voice faltered, a shock rippling throughout your entire body. This had never happened before. Sure Bill was touchy, but he had never strayed towards that area before. You had been so focused on the witty banter that you didn’t notice the hand slung around your shoulder slowly slipping up into your hair.

Bill raised an eyebrow at your pause and you swallowed on a dry throat.

“I mean, a-ah,” You cursed yourself at the stutter. “You know I care nothing for human monetary value of stupid rocks.”

“True,” Bill replied, but there was a  glint in his eyes, as if he noticed your slip up and was determined to find the reason behind it. His hand brushed by your ear again and your hands clenched into fists in your lap. “Then what do you want, kitten?”

“I want you to leave me alone Bill,” You laughed it off, nails biting into the skin of your palms as you fought off a shudder. Why in the world did he have to manage to find one of your sensitive spots as a cat demon? If not for hundreds of years of practice on controlling yourself you would have given in the moment he even barely touched it.

“Do ya really now?” He leant even closer and you leant back.

Don’t show any response, Y/N.

You could feel the fear climbing. You licked your lips as he stroked down your ear, your nerves screaming and on edge.

“Yeah,” You cleared your throat, smirking. “Wasn’t it clear enough already? I think I’m still hung up on how cute that Dipper is.” You changed the subject quickly, hoping that he would be surprised and jealous enough to stop the stroking motions down your ear.

Instead, something way worse happened.

He grabbed it.

“Ngh!” You couldn’t help the noise that emitted from your throat, falling backwards against the arm of the couch as Bill drew closer till he was partially hovering over you.

“Don’t mention him in front of me,” He growled through gritted teeth, his relaxed and comedic countenance ripped away and replaced with something more violent, closer to his demonic identity. “Don’t mention anyone else when you’re with me.” His eye burned into you, swirling with something cracked, something that made you uncertain of his sanity in the moment.

“B-Bill-!” You tried to speak, eyes widening as your mouth went dry at his intensity. “L-let g-”

“Let go?” He mocked, grinning. His smile was sadistic. “Is that what you’re trying to say? I knew you were acting strangely. What’s the significance of this?” He pronounced the last word by pinching your ear once more. You felt your face heating up, wiggling underneath his hold.

“S-stop!”

Bill’s grin widened even more if it was possible. “Does my eye deceive me? Is this the same confident and cool girl who’d been giving me a run for my money? Hah! Decreased to a blushing and stuttering mess at this single action?”

You shivered, trying to force your eyes open as they lidded slowly. “Bill, I s-swear if you d-don’t let go I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He asked, leaning down so that he was nearer to your face. You could do nothing about it, your entire defense system was demolished as his hand kept stroking your ear. “Please tell. I’m very…”

He bit down on your left ear. “Interested.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A purr vibrated through your chest, echoing through the silence. Your eyes were shut in embarrassment, biting your lip hard. You peeked an eye open at his face, panting slightly. His face was stunned, an enlightenment covering his features.

“δαίμονα γάτα,” He breathed, eyes lighting up blue flames for a second before it returned to soulless black. He caught himself, the runes flashing before his gaze fading. “A cat demon.”

You were silent, avoiding his eyes as best as you could. Now that he knew what did that mean for you? Would he discard of you like a toy he didn’t care for anymore?

He still looked to be in a state of awe, leaning even closer. “Show me.”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. Nevertheless you refused to answer, quivering slightly. His awe stricken glaze faded, a frown overtaking his lips as he glared.

“Show. Me.”

The words were accompanied by a specific rough pinch to your ear, which you were sure was red and bruised by now.

“N-No,” You said. Your cat features, the characteristics that showed your identity. You were genuinely terrified to show them. Demons were different than humans. Your cat ears and tail weren’t considered 'cute’ or anything ridiculous like the weak meatbags would come up with. They were considered a weakness, considered ugly in the demon world. It was like baring yourself to Bill, and that was definitely the last thing you wanted to do.

In simpler terms, you didn’t want to be judged.

Bill sneered, his nails digging into your ear now till it pierced the skin.

You yelped, hissing as your cat ears and tail popped out forcefully. You hissed at him, shrinking into the couch, a tad bit hurt that he would do that, but most of all furious.

Bill could read you like a book as he rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t be so melodramatic, kitten. You know that I think that pain is hilarious~”

He leant to the ripped and bleeding flesh of your now, cat ear, licking it teasingly. You hissed louder, curling your tail round his leg and pulling hard, dragging his body off yours. You jumped off the couch and landed in an animalistic crouch on all fours about twenty feet away, pupils now dilated just as his turned to slits.

“Stay away from me,” You bit, straightening up back on your feet.

His eyes flashed dangerously. “No can do, kitten.”

He flickered behind you before you could register it, blue, glowing chains wrapping around your body.

“What are you doing?” You growled, frustrated when you found that you couldn’t move.

He didn’t reply, instead his gaze following your twitching ears and now brushed up tail, hairs tense.

“Breathtaking,” he said. Your breath hitched.

“You don’t mean that,” You muttered. A gloved hand tilted your chin to look up at him, another one turning your body around to face his.

“I do,” He confirmed shortly.

For a second you melted in his embrace, let yourself rest your cheek into his palm. For just a second you smiled back, the first real smile you’d ever gave him. Then you got knocked back to reality and the frown melted onto your face.

You cleared your throat and tilted your head to hide your blush. While this was nice and all, you were still tied up. You relayed your thoughts out loud and Bill chuckled.

“Now why would I let you go, kitten?” He tsked, giving you a look as if you were the dumbest people on the planet. “I only just discovered who you are. You’ve become a hundred times more interesting.”

You scowled. “I’m not a toy, Bill. Let. Me. Go.” While you were a cat demon, you were still relatively powerful, and if you had to fight your way out of here then so be it.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying here, Y/N.” He said your name for the first time, making you stiffen.

Bill used his cane to hook round your waist and tug you closer to him, so that your bodies touched. You opened your mouth to snap something but your voice caught in your throat when you saw his eye. There was a swirling nightmare within it, something dark and mad enough to make even you, a being of the same caliber want to curl up in a ball. It was so intense you couldn’t look away, and yet you wanted to run as far away as you could.

Bill grinned painfully wide.

You’re mine.

[MasterList]

Decided to post a picture of my head canon for Tate’s kids. A while back there was a post that consisted of a screen grab of a random background teen that looked exactly like what you expect a young Mcgucket would, and since my head canon for Tate’s son was fourteen I figured I’d use it as the design for him

Anyways, this is Jed and Penny Whistle Mcgucket. They are Tate’s kids and of course Fiddleford’s grandkids. They mostly appear in the Mystery Dads au but I like to head canon them as existing in general. 

Penny Whistle is five years old in 2012, she’s very excitable and absolutely adores her Grandpa Fidds. (She likes Stan too but Fidds is definitely her favorite. Fidds and her sing folk and filk songs together a lot.) 

Jed is fourteen and is generally a really sweat and somewhat chill kid. He isn’t stoic like his dad, but he is just generally very pleasant. During the summer he generally works as a camp counselor, and he really loves working with kids. He wants to be a teacher when he’s older, like his mom. (who teaches science.) However he is more interest in english, art, and music than in teaching anything like Math and science.

Penny Whistle would like to be a postman at the moment, because she is five and changes what she’d like to be every couple of weeks or so.

Stay With Me Tonight {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Hogwarts is celebrating Halloween with a grand ball, with dancing, and passion, and fun. Remus is rather upset, as well as a little annoyed, to see that the girl he wanted to spend the night with is dancing with someone else.

Summary: {Y/N} was asked to the ball by Sirius, someone who she was very happy to go with. But when the boy she really wanted to spend the night with makes his annoyance known, her curiosity is caught.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny wanted a Remus x reader piece where the former gets jealous of the date between Sirius and the reader at Hogwarts’ latest ball.

Word Count: 1925

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

A/N: I do love to write about the beloved Mr. Lupin, he is one of my favourites! I hope this is up to standard with expectations. I also wanted to add that, yes I do have a lot of requests, so patience is muchly appreciated with the busy week I’ve got ahead of me. Pieces will be published in a different order to what’s been requested, in order to space out the different fandom content. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

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As you wish (Dwalin x Reader)

Disclaimer: I have no rights to the Princess Bride, or J.R.R.Tolkien or Peter Jackson’s work.

Word Count: 1599


Dark was the night. Silent and eerily empty as the dwarves all sat side by side, staring out into the forest or sharpening their weapons.

Not the soft crunch of a falling leaf nor the whistle of wind was heard in the encompassing and never ending emptiness surrounding you. The silence seemed to last for hours before it was broken by a sudden voice. A strong vibrant tone belonging to that of Bofur as he asked; “Lass, could you tell us another one of your stories?” Immediately, excited murmurs of agreement sprung through the air and you felt a tender smile stretch across your lips.

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I am ridiculous // James Potter x Reader

Words // 1240

Warnings // None, it’s literally just fluff

Summary // You’re playing the finale of the Quidditch season and James’s got a little surprise for you.

A/N Like I mentioned, it’s literally just fluff so enjoy! It’s my first time writing James so it might feel a little OOC

Originally posted by maraudingwriters

You were standing before your bed and sighed, it was the last game of the season and you and your house could become Quidditch champion of the year only if you were able to beat Slytherin, they were good, the best at least half of them would say. You and your team had been training for weeks on end it felt like, all of the trainings were hard but it was somewhat necessary to get the discipline into everyone. Still, you were no less anxious despite all the trainings that you had gone through which could be because it all depended on you, no matter how much you liked to deny it Quidditch almost always completely depended on having a good seeker and the one of Slytherin was marvellous.

“C’mon Y/N, the game is starting very soon and you still need to get a good breakfast down, can’t have you pass out on your broom.’’ Y/F/N said, s/he/they also played on the Quidditch team and were one of the chasers. You sighed but s/e/they dragged you along down the stairs. Once in the great hall you started to eat what Y/F/N had shovelled up your plate, slowly. In the end you managed to eat over half of it which was extremely surprising, considering all then nerves that were wrecking you inside.

Your team was nice, most of them wouldn’t be immediately okay if you lost but they also said that if they did it wasn’t all your fault which was somewhat nice to hear although it would definitely be partially your fault, as grabbing the snitch got your team 150 points it was kind of hard to not say it was your fault, although a few teams had lost even though they caught the snitch.

“C’mon, we’ve been training all week long and I’ve heard a few of them have minor injuries, we’ve got to win this, I mean we all know we’re the best team there is.’’ Your team captain said as a way to encourage your team, it was actually true. You heard a beater got their wrist sprained and one of their brooms got snapped just two days ago so they’re loaning one which wasn’t the same model which could make it harder.

“Also, if we don’t win let’s be honest we’re all going to be disappointed but sometimes you just lose, it’s human. And, we’ve already won last year so it isn’t like this has been our only chance.’’ She/He/They said and after that everyone got up and left for the pitch. Everyone was cheering, it was so loud you wondered for a second if you were going to go deaf, it was nice to hear so many people there to support but it also put more pressure onto you when it came to losing.

Everyone got up on their broom and with a loud whistle running through your ears the game begun.


-8-


You won the game. In the end it was 110-200, still it wasn’t the most amazing performance your team had ever set it was better than you had imagined with your nerves. The seeker was surprisingly bad, s/he/they seemed to be in their head most of the time and it seemed she/he/they forgot they were playing a Quidditch game, you didn’t mind it too much though as it made the game easier for you. Their chasers were absolutely amazing but at the same time the beater of your team fell from their broom in the middle of the game and your team had to get a quick replacement who had been sick for quite a long time so he was far from optimal. 

Once the whistle had rung that it was the end of the game everyone went to each other and started to congratulate each other whilst still being safe on their broom and not falling off. Surprisingly, another whistle came and everyone turned to face madam Hooch. 

“This has never been done before, don’t worry it doesn’t change anything to the game it’s a thing that has been very sweetly asked.’’ She pointed down to the ground and everyone looked at each other for a second before staring down to see who was coming, James Potter.

You and James had been together for a few years, two or three. At first he was an arrogant bastard but he got somewhat manageable ever since somewhere in the middle of third year or the start of the fourth year and because of the passion you two had for Quidditch it made you easy friends, especially now he was durable and not an idiot. 

“What are you doing?’’ You asked as you went over to him once you were at equal heights, he just grinned. You looked at your friend who was just as clueless as you were but as very tiny dots you could see his friends going just a bit crazy, just a bit.

“Hi.’’ He said and his whole voice echoed throughout the pitch, you were almost convinced you could hear it in the castle as well. “First of all, congratulations on winning, I knew you would.’’ He smirked and you were slightly temped to punch him.

“Now I’ve got a bit of bad news and good news. I imagine you’d like the good news first, the bad news kind of ties into that.’’ He announced and you furrowed your brow, you didn’t have a clue as to what either of them could be but you did start to feel worried something might’ve happened to your parents or something like that.

“The good news is quite long but it’s good so I’m sure you don’t mind.’’ He said, he sounded slightly nervous which was very much not like James, either way he came closer to you and cleared his throat. 

“I have and will always be a pompous arrogant asshole, many people will vow to say it’ll get me killed one day and who knows? Maybe it will, either way I’m losing track. We’ve spend exactly two years, eight months and six days together which is long for some people and very short for others.’’ You gave him a surprised look, you didn’t know it down to the day, you had a vague idea of somewhat longer than two years, still it was sweet of him.

“And we both know about all the dangers that are arising,’’ You solemnly nodded. “And because of that I decided I can’t wait any longer, especially if something could happen that would prevent me from doing this so we’re here, a Quidditch pitch. First place we met, you started shouting at me for being annoying.’’ The two of you laughed and you tuned out all the sounds other people made although it was mostly positive.

“I’m a ridiculous, man or boy? Depends, but I am ridiculous. Which is why I, James Potter am asking you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you do the honour of marrying me?’’ He smoothly pulled out a black velvet box which he opened, there was a ring inside. The ring was a silver band with a single diamond in your house colour. You laughed.

“Of course I will.’’ You two shared a quick kiss whilst a lot of people were shouting different things, the kiss was sweet and he slipped the ring around your finger, it was a perfect fit.

“Now the bad news is that you are a 1000% percent definitely mine and I’m not sharing you.’’ Everyone started laughing.

reyes-of-sunshine  asked:

“Are you fucking insane!?” reyder?

I’m sorry this was so late! 

But as requested, Scott x Reyes ficlet! I hope I did them justice D:


Sunrise in the Badlands had a rather special flair for Scott. For one, the uniformly cobalt blue of Kadara’s horizon seemed unfazed by the pinkish glow of a sunrise whispering against the trailing darkness of night. The air had a biting and crisp coolness so typical of a planet with a thinner stratosphere. He breathed it in, letting the frigid air blister against the heat of his lungs. At one hundred percent viability, the sulfurous lakes were no longer so dangerously sulfurous, but instead almost purified save for the ossified detritus hovering on the lake’s surface. Reyes ambled about the jagged shoreline, stopping short of a stalagmite formation barring further passage.

“No,” came Scott’s chiding response. He shook his head with something of an incredulous grin. “No way we’re doing this.” 

“Relax,” Reyes countered, stressing the final syllable with a cavalier tone. “I tested it just yesterday.” His hands already fiddled around for his vest as if the question hanging in the air had already been answered.

“Are you fucking insane!?” Scott shook his head and lay flat palm over his forehead. “Wait… please don’t answer that.” He planted his feet firmly on the ground as if his own stubbornness could somehow move an otherwise immovable object.

Reyes merely chuckled. Almost rid entirely of his accouterments, he quirked a brow as he motioned to remove the rest of his clothing. “Suit yourself,” he said shrugging.

The Pathfinder, on the other hand, for once found himself timid. “Yeah I’d rather not have my skin melted off?” 

Given his penchant for pithy retorts, Scott half expected Reyes to counter, but he instead maintained a tight lipped grin as his eyes focused in the other direction - to the now glittering waves of the lake before them. His torso was bare, reddened by dawn’s copperish hue. He stood as if mesmerized by the gentle lull of a waveless shore. “Gorgeous isn’t it?” His words were muted into a breathless whisper.

“Now where have I heard that before?” Scott remained a short distance behind, watching as Govorkam’s star cast small shadows over the grooves and scars of Reyes’s back. An incoming breeze seemed to goad him further, closer to the jagged peaks jutting into the waters.

“There was a time,” Reyes began, “when my family lived by the water.” He kept his gaze off to the distance, as if endlessly hypnotized by the other side.

Scott ambled closer, almost brushing shoulders with him. “You never told me about your family,” he spoke with gentille caution, as if afraid that the mere acknowledgment would cause the more elusive man to clam up and to never speak of it again.

But much to his surprise, Reyes simply sighed - an exhalation that sang of relief rolling from his shoulders. “It was a long time ago. I was very different then.” A look of resolve left lines on his face. One could only glimpse a trace of the devilish smile that was once there. An air of contemplation seemed to hold sway, and the idleness of the following moments had both men staring lost into the cerulean sight of a lake no longer hissing with venomous fumes. Only the sound of undisturbed waters meekly lapping against placid rocks filled the otherwise soundless sunrise. “But enough about me.”

Reyes suddenly hooked an arm around Scott’s waist, pulling him closer. Scott let a low chuckle cut into the dexterous motions as he let himself be swept away. “Aw, but I was just beginning to enjoy you,” he said, proud of the shabby one-liner he barely scraped together in time.

Of course, the cavalier smuggler didn’t mind. In fact, he found it rather amusing. “There’ll be time for that,” he said in a low growl. Reyes pressed his forehead against him, the corner of his mouth brushing against the ridge beneath Scott’s nose. 

Scott could almost laugh. He wondered why, amidst the golden glow of a rising sun as they overlooked a gorgeous lake, they treaded around the delicate motions of a kiss. His impulsiveness got to the best of him, and soon his own hands wrapped around Reyes, waiting to close in.

“Ready?” Reyes suddenly murmured. 

“Wait wha-”

There was barely any time for a reaction when Reyes suddenly tightened his grip around Scott and whipped over the precipice. Suddenly the ground disappeared from his feet, and a breathless cry flitted through his lips. The thrilling weightlessness of the air right before the their bodies felt the tug of gravity made his stomach sink deeper into his body. The high of a free fall whistled low into his ears, and the two hit the brisk slap of a cool water’s now tempestuous surface. Soon all sound plummeted into a void as the clear sanguinary hue of a bright sunrise darkened into bluish depths. Bubbles rose in columns around him, and for a while all Scott could see and feel was Reyes’s hand clinging to his arm.

Scott felt the water push him to the surface, breathing through as he breathed back the cool air in sporadic bursts. “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!” The once rhetorical question found a more sincere iteration in the grave moment of his shock. His arms splashed about, suddenly worried that the very weight of his armor would plunge him back in.

Reyes reappeared thereafter, but more gracefully breaking the surface as he threw his head back in the air. Gentle ripples trailed the swift paddling of his arms. The still panicking Scott scurried through the water after him, still enraged and deathly afraid that his skin would melt off at a moment’s notice.

“Relax,” he teased in a repeated yet nonetheless gentler tone. A slow laughter rolled through his throat in between hitched breaths. “Fun, right?”

The more fatalistic disbelief lining Scott’s face hinted at a much more different concern. “‘Fun’ is the most inaccurate description I can think of right now.” His hands padded against the waves, disturbing the limpid surface as it foamed around him. 

In a few deft strokes, Reyes swam closer and held Scott in a more steadied embrace as they floated aimlessly in the lake. A halcyon breezed seemed to silence the panic of the moment, letting the two catch their breaths so soon after an unexpected dive. “Don’t worry,” he said, in a hoarse yet reassuring voice. “I got you.”

“I hope so because if I-”

A long awaited kiss cut through his terrified words. Scott could feel the warmth of his breath, the softness of Reyes’s mouth as they locked together. Lost in the moment, all he could think about was how never wanted to let go; how the gentle motions of their feet keeping them afloat, and the tightened weave of their hands around each other were the only ways he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Yet all things had to come to an end, however sweet. And as soon as a breath parted their lips, Scott found it in him to offer up a lopsided smile. “You are insane.”

Reyes was usually one for words. They often came as if inspired by the sheer force of his own suave ingenuity. But this time, under full view of a sun basking in the heights of a blue sky, all he could do was hold Scott closer and silence him with another kiss, neither guilty nor innocent of the affectionate accusation.


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anonymous asked:

mark tuan w/ california, beach, lifeguard :) thank you!!

It’s not your first time visiting California, but it is definitely your first time visiting California with your friends and this time, not because of work. A vacation to escape from all of those work stress sounds like a great idea. And what other places to go other than the golden sandy beach.

After you change into your bikini, you and your friends run barefooted inside the clear warm water, not even caring about the stares you got from some of the people there. Yeah, maybe you and your friends are childish but who cares? You are here to have fun,and it has been a while since you went to a beautiful beach like this. You and your friends swim around happily, laughing like there’s no other day.

But the joy does not last long, when suddenly, your leg cramps, making you unable to float yourself on the water. You try to catch your friends’ attention that you are literally about to drown, but they are too busy checking out the hot guys. You gather all your strength and scream out for help before you fall back into the salty water. Your vision slowly fading away, and you feel your chest tightened. 

“Oh my god! Help! Someone’s drowning!” Your friends finally notice and shout on top of their lungs for help. Seconds later, you hear splashes of water nearby and someone’s strong arms hold onto your weak body and pulls you out from the water.

“Hey, you okay?” A handsome brunette is staring right into your eyes. You regain your consciousness and look around, nodding your head weakly. He supports your back using his right hand and helps you to sit straight. He rests his hand on your shoulders and carefully pats on your back. You cough out some water, and struggle to breath for a second.

“Take a deep breath, okay. Inhale and exhale,” he guides you to calm your shocked state. 

“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath slowly and look up to inspect his face. The more you look at him, more attractive he becomes. He flashes you his perfect smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. He helps you to stand on both of your feet, his hands never leave your shoulders just in case you are too weak to walk on your own.

“It’s my duty. I’m Mark by the way. I never seen you here before, you new?” His deep voice resonates as he walks beside you, slowly bringing you to a small hut under a shady tree.

“I’m Y/N. Yeah, I’m not from here. I’m on a vacation with my friends,” you slowly speak, trying your best to hide your blush from his toned body being so close to you. Him being shirtless is not helping either. And that whistle just falls perfectly on top of his chest. You swear your heart is pumping like crazy. 

“Oh, I see. Well, do you wanna grab some drinks? Tonight?” He shyly asks. You nearly pop your eyes out. This attractive young man is asking to hang out with you? 

‘Am I in heaven?’

“Yeah, sure thing.” You smile, still unable to lock your eyes with him.

“Great, I’ll give you my number later. But first, take a rest here. You’re lucky it’s not that serious. I need to get back to my duty. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back,” he helps you to sit down on the chair before he playfully winks at you and jogs away.


Things I Write When I’m Bored

This turns out longer than what I expected it to be (that sounds somewhat wrong omfg) but I can’t help but to imagine lifeguard Mark on the beach wow that’ll be a sight I don’t wanna miss 

I hope you like it, even though it’s not that good! <3

Originally posted by justrightforjb

What Is Written (Part One)

               Right, so this is long. It was absolutely monstrous, but after much deliberation, I decided it was best to shorten it. So that being said, it cuts off shorter than where I wanted it to and you end up knowing even less than I had originally intended. Lol. This one is out there, so I’m not sure if you all are going to be into this, but this is me testing the waters…. Although you won’t really know what I’m talking about until later chapters. I honestly hope you all do like it though, because I tried my best to make it not hokey and it was fun to write. So, here is part one. Feedback is awesome and greatly appreciated (: I hope you all like it and the second chapter will be released soon!! (: xx

Part: (2) (3) (4) (Final Part)


               “Contradiction…” you whispered under your breath, tapping the cold tip of a blue ink pen against your lips in thought. “Illogical incompatibility between two or more propositions…”

               You couldn’t make sense of it. A contradiction was bad, wasn’t it? A diabetic who eats sweets, a policeman killing a human being; those were bad right? The entire point of a contradiction was that one was the opposite of the other; positive against negative. So how in the world were you supposed to write a philosophy paper on the positive influence of contradictions when in your mind, there wasn’t any? No one ever liked to order jumbo shrimp, just to see it’s really not jumbo because after all, it was still a shrimp. If not a contradiction, then maybe you could write about paradoxes. As you thought, your frustration grew. A paradox was still just as messy in your head. Of course you understood the concept, just not the logistics; you didn’t make it to university while being clueless. But inevitably, contradictions led to destruction or disappointment for someone. The oldest house on the street always gets remodeled to look modern like all the others, a lion that’s a vegetarian would eventually die, and the sun would overtake the moon every single time. The cogs in your brain spurred like clockwork; there was no dispute about these facts, and yet that’s what you were asked to do. What was the point? One side always lured the other without fail.

               “Y/N!”

               Jumping in place against the kitchen counter, you quickly muttered apologies to your boss, grabbing the orders waiting to be taken out. The remnants of your internal debate raged in your head as you worked, though you still maintained your polite demeanor. Work dragged on, as it always did. For what seemed like the millionth time, you silently wished you were rich and never had to deal with stuff like annoying customers or leering guys. You felt slightly guilty for thinking that way when the owners of the small restaurant had treated you so well all throughout your employment. But sometimes that wasn’t enough. Dreaming of an easier life had become a favourite pastime of yours; dipping into your alternate reality in your spare moments and imagining a life without rules or responsibilities. In the end, reality was cruel and you could never stay in your fantasy for long when school fees and rent money were constantly knocking on your door. A sigh heaved through your chest as you glanced at the clock, relieved when you saw you only had a few minutes left. Grabbing your things from the back of the small shop, you sauntered to the clock, dragging your feet as you went. Staring at the number on the small digital display, you cheered it on in your head. Distantly, you wondered why minutes always seemed so short on your break, yet so long when it was time to go home. An eternity seemed to pass, when the clock finally flashed in a change of numbers. Punching yourself out, you sighed in relief even though you knew you would just be back tomorrow. Waving good bye to the owners who treated you as family, you made your way to the door, all too happy to go home to your small, overcrowded apartment.

               It was fall; wind whistled through the trees and leaves fluttered across the pavement, a telltale sign that winter was most definitely coming. Cupping your hands, you breathed out, fingers wriggling in delight at the burst of warmth only to shrivel again in the frigid air. Stuffing your hands into your pockets, you buried your face in your maroon colored scarf; the last thing you needed right now was to catch a cold. It was an eerie sort of night; the kind that set even the most stable of people on edge. You weren’t sure why, but each time your foot connected with the pavement, you felt that much more uneasy. Brushing it off as superstition, your mind drifted to more pressing matters; like your paper. The image of your teacher’s disappointed look loomed in your head making your jaw tense. You didn’t have a single word written yet, though you’d had plenty of time to start. That wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t due in two days. Feeling the wind nipping at your heels, you picked up your pace, desperate to be welcomed by the warmth of your home and hopefully food if your roommate was feeling generous. Shadow blanketed over every surface and as you passed an alley in between homes, you almost didn’t see him; Almost.

               A glimmer of silver caught your eye, instinctively making you turn your head to see what it was. There, in the middle of an abandoned alley which was littered by trash and stray pieces of nature, was a boy. Dressed in all black with a backpack slung over his shoulders, you couldn’t make out his face as he seemed to stare blankly at the wall in front of him. His fingers were stuffed in the pockets of his ripped skinny jeans. His shirt hung loose on his skinny frame, and you couldn’t help but shiver just from looking at him. Speculating at how he wasn’t freezing in a mere long sleeve shirt, you stopped in your tracks, tilting your head and outright staring at the boy. You would have moved on and continued home, curiosity growing short, but then he spoke. Unable to make out the words, your brow furrowed, squinting to see who he was talking to with no avail. Your heart quickened against your rib cage when you realized there really was no one there. Frozen in place, you wondered if you should just continue on, but a misplaced sense of responsibility prevented you from doing so. Taking a step closer, you realized now that it wasn’t only his jeans that had holes, but his shirt too. Not enough to be obvious, just tiny dots of milky skin peeking out in spots, but it was enough to fortify that feeling of concern inside you as your mind immediately ran to the thought of him being homeless. His lips moved once more, but you still couldn’t hear with the wind whispering in your ears, then he nodded once and his gaze drifted to the ground like he was watching something. Your eyes caught sight of something like a flash, making you stop in your tracks. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw the gleam of bone, exposed and shimmering in the moonlight. However when you blinked, attempting to peer through the shadow of night, it was gone and his fingers, which had looked skeletal only moments ago, appeared perfectly normal. Shaking your head, you dismissed the thought, convinced it was a mere trick of the eyes. But for some reason, a lingering feeling of trepidation remained. Quaking in your shoes, you walked closer to the boy, clearing your throat, despite your better judgement.

               “E-excuse me? Are you okay?” Your timid voice filtered out from your cold lips. His head whipped to the side, his eyes latching with yours and drawing you short of breath; he was beautiful.

               The chiseled line of his jaw tensed as he eyed you with indifference, the black pools of his iris’s sending a shudder down your spine. His hair shone in the blue cast glow of the moon, though you could clearly see that it was a very light blonde. Tousled perfectly across his forehead it was nearly silver in fact, almost devoid of both color and shading. Smooth pearly skin stretched over his cheekbones, sharp and just wide enough to create an elegant line slanting down to his lips. They appeared soft, even while in a bored line, though perhaps a little chapped from negligence. Catching hold of his gaze, which had analyzed you, just as you had done so to him, you felt your heartbeat quicken, suddenly feeling like an ant beneath a magnifying glass. But he didn’t care if you burned. You knew he could tell you were squirming under his stare as the side of his mouth quirked upward in a cocky smirk. Realizing he wasn’t going to answer you, you tried again, “Can I call someone for you? I thought I heard you talking to someone… but maybe not. I can help you if you need it.”

               A flash of a smile played on his lips as he lowered his head, shaking it and moving towards you. Lifting his head, he stared you down, coming to stand a mere thirty centimeters away from you. Flustered by the sudden proximity, you gulped nervously, unsure if you liked being placed under this level of scrutiny. Unable to hold his gaze, you averted your eyes, choosing to look at the ground instead. Panic shot through you, now terrified that you’d made a very big mistake by talking to this gorgeous, but undeniably strange, boy. For all you knew, he could be a nutcase, waiting for the perfect prey.

               “Why do you think I need help?” Low and rough, his voice made your skin prick. Raising your eyes, you saw the devilish look which most college guys carried plastered on his features, tempering the flurry of caution raging inside of you.

               “Well, you only have a shirt with holes on and it’s definitely not summer.” You replied, eyes flicking up and down his body, not missing the way he didn’t even flinch as the wind picked up while your own body curled in to shield itself. “Not to mention you were talking to a wall.”

               He barked out a short laugh, though it didn’t seem to reach the iciness in his eyes. “I wasn’t talking to a wall.”

               “But, I saw you—“

               “You’re young,” He replied shortly, seemingly annoyed, while pulling his hands out of his pockets, revealing a white phone in his right hand. Lifting it in front of your face so that it nearly touched the tip of your nose, he shook the chunk of plastic to taunt you. “Haven’t you ever heard of a cellphone?”

               “I’m not an idiot—“swatting his hand away from your face, your skin brushed his briefly, but it was enough for you to realize just how cold he was. Eyes widening, you snatched his hand in yours after he slipped his phone back into his pocket. His skin felt like marble; smooth and soft, yet freezing to the touch. Instinct made your limbs move, ripping your own hands out of the cloth shielding your fingers from the cold. As soon as he realized you were trying to place them on his own hands, he moved to pull his hand back only for you to snatch it up again. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he stopped struggling to allow you to slip them over his knuckles. Staring down at his wool covered hands you almost giggled, finding the contrast of his black clothes to your bright turquoise gloves comical.

               Seeing your lips trembling as you held back a smile, he glared at your figure. “This isn’t gonna help, you know.”

               “Don’t be dumb. Your hands were freezing; there’s no need to try to act cool just so you can freeze to death.”

               “I’m not trying—“

               “What are you even doing out here like that, anyway?” You cut him short, not wanting to hear more of his excuses.

               Blonde eyebrows rose, caught off guard by the question, only to relax into the same uninterested gaze. Sarcastically, he replied, “I was going for a walk.”

                Ignoring his obnoxious response, you prodded. “Do you have anywhere to go?”

               A sly smile etched across his lips, “and if I don’t?”

               You knew it was a challenge, but you weren’t sure what type it was. He was guarded; that you could tell. But he didn’t seem dangerous; he looked about the same age as you and the only thing he seemed to have was a backpack, so how much harm could he really do? From a young age, you were chided and preached to about bringing strangers home, but something about him made you go against what you had been taught. Finding yourself trying to sway your mind into believing that you had no ulterior motives, you debated your options. Unsure of whether it was your conscience or the way the downward slope of his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest, you came to a conclusion.

               “Well, I guess you’ll be coming home with me then.” The words tumbled out of your mouth much brasher than you had intended and you could feel your cheeks growing red. His eyes widened at your words, evidently not expecting that reply, before he let out a low chuckle, making you sputter. “I mean if you want to, because you really don’t if that’s not okay with you. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable…”

               The soft rise and fall of your voice became lost in the wind as he stared down at you, something flashing behind his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. When he spoke, it was different from before. No longer playful, though he only ever spoke coldly, now his words held a note of warning, as though pressuring you to see something you could not. “Are you sure?”

               Were you? Honestly, the answer was no. But as far as you were concerned, you couldn’t very well leave him and let the cold turn him towards his grave. So, though a little reluctant, you responded, “Yes.”

               His features immediately softened, lips upturning into a small smile, the creepy look dissipating altogether and reverting back into the nonchalant boy you had originally come across. “Alright, then.”

               A little unnerved by his sudden change in attitude, you nodded. Even though it was you who had invited him, you hadn’t really expected him to come along. So when you heard the sound of his shoes scratching the pavement behind you, you jumped a little. Refusing to look at him, you walked on in silence, though he hadn’t seemed to mind. Your brain was in overdrive, trying to process what had just happened as you tried to grasp at your sanity. Silently, you screamed at yourself for not only inviting a stranger to your home, but one that talked to walls to boot. Hoping to alieve a little of the tension and gather at least a little information before he stepped inside the walls of your sanctuary, you attempted to make conversation.

               “So, what’s your name?” You asked bashfully.

               “Suga.” He replied plainly, his manner remaining aloof.

               Your brow furrowed, trying not to laugh when you realized he wasn’t joking. “Your parents named you that?”

               He snorted under his breath at your question and you were graced with a small lipped smile, sending warmth flowing through your body like honey. “No, it’s just a nickname.”

               “Then what’s your real name?”

               “Suga; or at least it is to you,” He said firmly, making you feel small. Noticing your confidence shrink, he drawled, “For now. Maybe I’ll tell you eventually; if you don’t kick me out first.”

               Nodding, you felt your cheeks warm up, happy that he was at least a little compassionate somewhere beneath his exterior. “Well, I’m Y/N.”

               “I know.”

               “What?” Caught off guard, you looked at him suspiciously. Your body tensed, trying to not freak out and demand he tell you how he knew your name. Taming your panic, you merely muttered, “How?”

               “Your coats not zipped up and you have a name tag on.” An amused smirk peeked out from the side of his lip.

               “Oh,” you replied lamely, feeling stupid for not realizing sooner that you still had your work clothes on as the air between you two quieted.

               Continuing home, you had to admit that the extra pair of feet clanging against the pavement along with your own was a welcome sound. Though you barely knew the tall lanky man, his presence made you feel safer than when you had been alone. However, his accompaniment couldn’t change the weather. The wind bit at your limbs and you shivered, cupping your hands to your mouth and breathing on them. A small part of you regretted giving the mystery boy your gloves as you eyed his hands swinging comfortably by his sides. Noticing you staring, his head turned toward you and you immediately responded by turning your gaze away. Being quicker than you, he caught what you were looking longingly at.

               “I told you not to give me them.” Suga growled beside you, sliding the fabric off his hands and holding them out to you.

              “Actually, you didn’t.” You replied, obstinacy getting the better of you as you shook your head to say no to his offer. “You said they wouldn’t help.”

               “Same thing.” He said shortly, putting the gloves back on before scooping your hand up in his. The fuzz of the glove rubbed against your fingers as he laced your hands together and stuffed them inside your coat pocket.

               “What are you doing?” you sputtered, trying to remove your hand but to no avail as his refused to budge from its spot.

               “You won’t take them so this is a compromise.” Latched on like an octopus, he side eyed you.

               Tilting your face away, you took your best attempt at hiding your flushed face. Erratic thumps of your heart hit your ribs, though you knew it was silly for you to be so worked up. After all, he was just a stranger. Thankfully, the walk came to an end as your home came into view. Standing tall in the night, you knew it wasn’t the most impressive of apartment buildings with its chipping paint job and broken screens. But it was better than nothing.

               “We’re here.” You mumbled. A breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding left the confines of your lungs when his hand slipped out of yours, though an odd feeling of disappointment crept up in you as well.

               Walking up the stairwell, you fumbled with the keys in front of your door before sliding the lock free and pushing the slab of wood open. The familiar scent of your roommates cooking wafted towards you and you felt your mouth beginning to salivate. Suga followed you in, slipping off his shoes just as you had done. Perking his head, he gazed around the small home interestedly. In the light, you could see that his clothes were more worn than you had thought. Dirt stained the fabric and the damage it looked like it had taken was seemingly unrepairable. His body pivoted, turning to face you, fully satisfied with his inspection and as he did you saw a flash of red beneath his shirt. Alarm broiled inside you and you tried to discreetly peek through the hole to see what the shirt was hiding. A low clearing of his throat made your head snap up, meeting his eyes in a suffocating gaze. Tearing your eyes from his, you shrugged your coat off of your shoulders, hanging it in the closet.

               “There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to shower and get those clothes off. I’ll bring you something else to wear.” You motioned your hand towards the empty hall.

               Without a word, he disappeared into the bathroom, backpack in hand. Hearing the door slide shut behind him, you scrambled towards your roommates room. Knocking a few times, you entered the room, happy to see her sitting on her bed and staring into her books. Her voice filtered lightly through the room, “Who were you talking to—“

               Plopping on the bed, you frantically cut her off. “Okay, so don’t get mad but this guy was in the alley when I was coming home and I think he might be off or something but I didn’t want to leave him there so I kind of brought him home?”

               “You what?!” She replied, fury exuding from her body as she slammed her school book shut.

               “I know.” You hung your head low. “I’m sorry but he’s not like a murderer or anything… at least I don’t think so. It’ll just be for tonight.”

               “Y/N…” She groaned, her palm covering her face in frustration. “You really need to learn when it’s not a good time to be charitable.”

               “I’m sorry… can he borrow some of your boyfriends clothes though?”

               “What? Doesn’t he have clothes?” Shaking your head no, she sighed and got up to go to her dresser. Picking out some basketball shorts and a plain black tee, she threw them at you, hitting you in the face. “If I get killed tonight, I’m totally coming back just so I can haunt your ass.”

               “Thank you.” You said cutely, slipping out of the room before she flung something else in your direction.

               Re-entering your living area, you analyzed the area. Being students, you weren’t exactly rolling in money and had opted for cheap furniture when you had gotten the apartment. There was more space in your apartment than objects in all honesty. A low budget had left you with a small two seater couch and an arm chair. Neither was really bed material, much too small for the dream-like boy you had picked up on your way home. A bittersweet feeling ran through you as you realized you were left with minimal options. Not wanting Suga to have to be greeted by your roommate in the morning, you decided he would have to sleep in your own room. Passing by the bathroom, you could hear the heavy streams of the shower through the door and placed the clothing on the floor where he would find it. Lifting out fabric from the closet, you shuffled to the room, throwing it lazily on the floor. Spreading the futon, you made up a small bed for Suga beside your own. Testing it once, you decided it was good enough and changed into your pajamas.

               Thirsty, you got a glass of water from the kitchen, the door of the bathroom opening and Suga barrelling out of it and bumping into you. Letting out a surprised yelp, you nearly lost your footing. Your hand with the glass shot out to the side to stabilize yourself, only for your fingers to lose its grip on the beverage. Frigid fingers caught your hand, saving you from dropping the glass. Blinking, you looked up to see his eyes glued to your drink. His hair was messy and wet, tendrils sticking to his face and neck. Beads of water, dribbled down his skin while a slick sheen of moisture stuck to his flesh, making him shine. Mere centimeters away from him, you could smell the fruity scent of your shampoo clinging to his body. His lips were plump in the low light and a carnal part of you ached to reach up and claim them as yours. Despite all the odd quirks, he seemed like a manifestation of your own imagination; perfectly handsome, but mixed with a splash of danger. Hand still encased by his, he flicked his eyes toward you, faces only a small movement away. Eyes bore into yours and you became aware of the way his body loomed over yours, curling towards you as the wall brushed against your back. The places his fingers touched yours seemed to burn, only to fade as he removed his hand from yours, backing away from you.

               “Where do you want me to sleep?” He rasped, spurring you out of your day dream.

               “Um…” You mumbled, doing your best to hide the disappointment in your voice, though you yourself couldn’t understand where it was coming from. You weren’t usually like this; fawning over strangers and getting into suggestive situations. Keeping your iris’s glued to the ground, you walked toward the bedroom. “I made up a bed in my room. I didn’t think you’d want to sleep on the couch seeing as you wouldn’t be able to fit on it.”

               He hummed in response, curious eyes fluttering around your room as soon as he stepped foot in it. Quietly, you crawled under the plush covers of your own bed, shakily placing your glass of water on the small table next to your bed. Suga didn’t go to the makeshift bed; he simply skimmed his eyes over it before plopping down in your desk chair by the window. Propping his feet up, he stared out the window, eyes flickering back and forth from different stars. The moon filtered through the glass, striking his cheekbones and turning them alight. You were by no means a painter of any sort, but an itching came to your fingers that you had never experienced before. Watching him was like watching a masterpiece unfold and you couldn’t help but want to capture that beauty. Surrounded by a feeling of remoteness, he seemed untouchable to you; in a league far different than your own. But nevertheless, you wanted to be let in by the golden gates of his defences. You wanted to know why he looked so tired, staring into the sky. Why his actions didn’t seem to match is gruff exterior. But words eluded you as your body felt heavy, sinking deliciously into the mattress. Though he was a stranger, you didn’t feel cautious at all, in fact you felt just as comfortable as any other day, despite his presence. Fighting to keep your eyes open, you desperately wanted to ask him what he was thinking about that made him look so serious, but sleep was upon you and sucking you in.

               “Thank you, Y/N.” A low grumbled cut into your senses, though not rousing you fully.

               “You’re welcome; though I’m sure someone would’ve taken you in if I hadn’t.” You slurred, your brain slowing to a crawl as darkness dragged it down into its depths.

               Exhaustion finally got the better of you and you could feel yourself falling into the world of your imagination. The last sound hitting your ears being, “That’s not what I meant.”

WHAT TO FUCKING DO WITH THIS

This set up, jesus wept. We cut to this huge long shot of Tokyo. Miles and miles of cityscape. It’s peaceful and beautiful for anywhere, but particularly for a huge city like this.

We stay there for several seconds. Then a low rumbling starts in the distance. The screen begins to shake, slowly at first but with increasing violence. A smoke trail appears, coming from the right edge of the screen. It makes a sharp turn and starts speeding towards us.

Something is coming. FAST.

And it knows exactly where it’s going.

THAT THIS IS REI IS FUCKING KILLING ME

I don’t know how far TA actually is from Juuban, but the idea here is undeniable: KIND OF FAR. It looks like Rei runs at least ten blocks toward the camera, and it’s literally impossible to know how many she ran before that turn because she’s coming from such a long distance WE DON’T EVEN HEAR HER AT FIRST. And when we finally do, it’s several seconds more before we see her.

REI IS LIKE HALF THE FUCKING CITY AWAY

AT SCHOOL

PRESUMABLY IN A CLASS

BEING TAUGHT

BUT SHE STILL MANAGES TO HEAR THE WHISTLE

AND JUST FUCKING LEAVES

TO RUN MILES IN SECONDS

BECAUSE USAGI NEEDS HER

It’s so over the top and ridiculous and impossible, AND YET ALSO COMPLETELY BELIEVABLE BECAUSE REI HINO

If anybody can figure out a way to actually do this, it’s Rei fucking Hino. If Usagi’s in trouble, nothing – NOTHING – is going to stop her. REI HAS FUCKING DIED AND THAT DIDN’T STOP HER THIS IS NOTHING

And I must take a moment to applaud how that they’ve actually been establishing this all season. Rei has repeatedly turned up at Juuban when she “couldn’t possibly” be there, surprising the shit out of everyone. So in this one moment we have irrefutable proof that Rei is the most fucking amazing, that there is pretty much nothing she can’t do when Usagi and the others need her, that she is so beyond ridiculous and I will never sufficiently express my love for her, and it’s all wrapped in the pay-off for a season long recurring joke.

EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THIS IS A GOD DAMN TREASURE

REI FUCKING HINO PEOPLE

Be still my heart (Part 2 of ?)

Reader x Pack (Not sure how exactly this will turn out. Kinda playing it by ear.)

Something that came to mind. I came up with a title then this happened. There will be more, or at least I plan on it, if people like it. I have a quasi-plot lined up. Let me know what you think!

Words: 1,046

Warnings: None that I am aware of. There may be in later parts, but this is just mainly funny fluff. There is, however, some very light swearing.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Xxx

Your heart pounding in your chest once again, you narrowed your eyes at Coach, probably making a very Stiles-like face in the process.

After a short stare off, Coach looked away, pretending to mess with his clipboard. Glancing up briefly, before looking back down to the board, he yelled much louder than necessary. “Well?! What are you waiting for? Go suit up!” Kira began to pull you along to the locker room, mumbling about a spare uniform, when Coach’s voice stopped you again. “What are you doing? Get that damn foam stretching mat off my field!”

When you rolled your eyes, walking slowly back to your mat, you startled as his whistle began to bleat incessantly. “Hustle! Hustle! Hustle!” And despite every sarcastic remark in your body just begging to come out, you nodded, jogging the rest of the distance, rolling the mat quickly, and jogging back to a waiting Kira on the sidelines.

After changing into the spare pair of gloves, fumbling with the straps as you made your way back to the field, you heard an unfamiliar voice mumbling something about ‘I bet there’s another reason they call her Twister’, the suggestive tone and obvious smell giving away the hidden meaning.

You heard Isaac and Liam growl lowly, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end, and you looked at Scott, his eyes flashing red briefly, his grip twisting tightly against his stick.

Tightening the last of your straps, you mumbled, “Guys, it’s okay. They just saw a downward dog for the first time. Probably the first time they ever saw any kind of position at all. You should pity them. Not kill them.”

The growls turned to laughter, and you felt proud of yourself for defusing the situation, your hand going for the helmet you carried on your hip under one arm, when you tripped on the end of a lacrosse stick being stuck out at the last minute.

The freshmen began to chuckle, and you heard what was practically snarls from your packmates as you began to fall.

But the chuckles faded to wide eyes and the snarls to smiles, when you tucked and rolled, rising to one knee, your helmet still perfectly at your side, and your head ducked down.

You smirked at the smell of fear radiating off the freshmen in waves, even hearing a muttered, “Oh, shit.”

“Scott, toss me my stick,” you whispered, trying desperately not to laugh when he said a quiet but amused, “Show off,” under his breath before hurling the stick in your direction.

Of course you caught it, no problem. The collective gasp, and the tinkle of Coach’s whistle falling out of his mouth made your heart pound in your chest, and you lifted your head, still wearing the smirk as you rose to your feet.

You knew you had made an entrance when you heard Mason whisper, “Intense.”

“Who’s ready to play?”

Xxx

Coach started you on goal.

The pack seemed to find it amusing to watch as the freshmen tried to get ball after ball past you, and you simply stuck your stick left and right, with little effort.

Soon people got creative, and had you doing some acrobatics to catch the balls, and the pack started having fun with this.

Then they decided to mess with you the rest of practice, and it became a kind of sibling rivalry between all of you. Insults and banter were hurled just as fast as the balls flew your way.

“Okay. This is just sad,” Coach said to the rest of the team after blowing his whistle. “And boring. Greenberg, you’re on goal!”

Finally getting the chance to stand still, and frankly, breathe, you raised your eyebrows at Stiles as you got in line. “‘Twister’?”

He shrugged with a grin, and you shook your head with a chuckle.

Your turn in line had come, and you managed to make every ball into the net.

“Okay, hold up!” Coach hollered, tooting his whistle several times for unneeded emphasis. “This isn’t a test! Even I could get a ball past Greenberg.” Your stomach sank as you could sense what was coming next. “Lahey! Goal! Now!”

Despite your sinking feeling, you got every shot successfully past your packmate. With a smug smile, you went to the back of the line, leaning over on your knees to catch your breath.

You all but groaned at the whistle. “McCall! Stilinski! Two on ones!”

And at that point, you did groan. Making it past the first few times, you got tired, and coach could tell. His smile was a bit unsettling. “Lahey! Dunbar! Switch!”

You heard Stiles muttering about how this couldn’t end well. And you couldn’t have agreed more. However, you managed to make it past Liam all but once.

You glared at Liam as he sent you a smug smirk when the whistle blowing practically sent you out of your skin. “Stilinski, McCall? Switch with Yukimura and Yogi over here.”

As you passed by Stiles, he said softly, “‘Yogi’…. I like it.”

“Shut up, Stilinski. Just go get in line and get ready to get your ass kicked.”

You glanced over at Malia just to make sure she wasn’t going to kill you if you broke her boyfriend. She looked worried, and nodded an ‘ok’ along with a shrug of her shoulders.

Looking forward, you saw Stiles looking between the two of you, his expression much like his initial reaction earlier in the day.

“I made a bet!” She said, wincing slightly.

“Don’t worry, Stiles. I’ll go easy on you.”

Narrowing his eyes at you, leveling his glare your way, he shot back. “I was more concerned for you, actually. You’re looking awfully tired.”

You shrugged. “Sorry. Side effect of being awesome all day. You should try it sometime.”

You bit back a chuckle when you heard Mason whisper yet again, “Intense.”

Your focus was shifted from Stiles over to your first victim, however, and you gulped. Isaac’s smile looked downright vicious. Behind him was Scott, then Stiles.

The whistle blew and you braced yourself.

Isaac was knocked down. Then Scott. Stiles, however made it past you and Kira, somehow, only to stop and cheer madly for himself before the two of you tackled him.


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