You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.
BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH but of course no one could love him as much as Remus does
Like can you just imagine what Sirius felt when he found out he was disowned by his family because damn that must have hurt a fuck ton. It doesn’t matter if he hates them—they’re still family. And maybe, just maybe, he had been hoping against hope that they would change, no matter how impossible it may be, because Sirius Black is one arrogant little shit. But instead they disown him, forced his brother to immediately cut off all sorts of contact with him, and he was all alone again, but this time it was for real.
Because him being blasted off the family tree meant that no one stood up to defend his name in his absence. No one in his family gave a fuck about him, as they all stood there, assembled in the room, silently watching Wulburga Black exile her eldest son from the bloodline.
And, god, it hurt so damn much. The worst part? He had to act like everything was all dandy, because if he didn’t, people would start asking questions, and eventually, everyone would find out about it. And he didn’t want that. So he smiled and laughed and joked about, but there was always an ever present aching in his chest. He was getting quite used to it, actually, smiling through the pain. Because that’s all he ever learned to do when he had nothing left.
But Remus, oh, sweet Remus, he saw through the façade. He saw the the way his smile never truly reached his eyes, the carefully concealed pain behind his lighthearted words, the way Sirius would space out more than usual. Remus knew something was wrong, but if Sirius didn’t feel like telling him yet, then he wouldn’t prod for answers. All he needed to do was be there and make sure that Sirius knew this as well. And he did. Sirius definitely noticed that Remus joked about around him more often, and that the lycanthrope made sure that they were almost always somehow touching—a hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his shoulder, hands brushing against his ever so lightly, and tight, crushing hugs—and he tried not to break down every time Remus gave him a warm smile, or when he would kindly correct Sirius’ mistakes instead of laughing at them.
Then Sirius had stumbled across the Common Room, drunk and pissed at the late hours of the night when no one else was awake, except for, of course, Lupin, who was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, waiting for his friend to come back. And he just blew up, shouting god forsaken shit at the other boy, calling him names and so much more, and he knew he had hurt Remus—he fucking knew, and it broke him, because he was actually saying them to himself more—but Remus never left his side.
“Are you finished?” he had asked, his face devoid of any emotion. When Sirius didn’t answer, the prefect strode over toward him, hands casually tucked inside the pockets of his pyjama shorts. “If you were trying to get to me, Pads, it didn’t really work, because I should have you know that most of those things you’ve said, I’ve been saying to myself. I know that you’re trying to push me away, but I’m a stubborn bastard, so you better learn to accept that and let me help you, or I’m not going to stop trying.”
And Sirius broke down, because finally—finally—someone cared. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if that sounded selfish, but after years of being raised to become perfect, to be someone he wasn’t, and have people care about him because of that image, he just snapped. All the years of pain and tiredness had come flooding out and he didn’t even protest as Remus enveloped him in a hug, murmuring comforts into his ears, and basically just becoming the anchor that Sirius needed so desperately because everything was always being taken away from him, and he knew that he needed something permanent—something stable and real and just there.
And that was Remus.
I’m so weak right now because of this wowza but I dont know how this turned into a Wolfstar post but I also really love Remus Lupin??? Also I don’t get why Lupin’s often projected as innocent and strict but with a good sense of humor so I just want to point out that he’s a stubborn and mischievous ass too ok bye
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Word count: 1,196 Warnings: Angst, swearing Request: Can I request a Dean fic with an insecure reader who’s pulling away bc they don’t think they deserve him (and thinks they’re disposable)! Maybe even incorporating something along the line, ‘You got over Cassie, you got over Lisa, and you can get over me too.’
You’d been seeing Dean a couple months when you first started to question things. You’d been friends with him for some time. You knew his reputation, his habits, and…his type. When you looked at him, and then at yourself, you felt inadequate.
Sooner or later, he’d see this. He’d walk away, and get over you, by being over someone new. The thought made your chest ache. You would wind up another face in Dean’s rear view.
You had your earbuds in as the asphalt flew by, the lines making you sleepy. As your eyes drooped, your head moved to lean on the window. Sam glanced over his shoulder at you, chuckling lightly. “I’m happy for you, Dean.” He smiled.
Dean grinned over at his brother. “Thanks, man.” His eyes went back to the long stretch of road ahead of them. “I think I’m in love, Sammy.” He knew you wouldn’t hear him either way. Since you’d started traveling with them, that was your thing. You’d curl up in the back, relax, and enjoy your music. It wasn’t that you disliked his, you just enjoyed the hours of your own little world. You once told him your eyes would close, and it was like a movie all for you. He was a bit envious that you still held that type of innocence. He closed his eyes and saw the darkness.
Hearing that from his older brother filled Sam with joy. If anyone deserved it- Dean did. “Shit, Dean.” He chuckled. “Soon you’ll be buying cheesy Valentine’s Day cards and looking at rings.” He teased him.
“Shut up.” Dean chuckled, not at all denying that’s something he could see things leading to with you.
Your day had gone to complete shit by noon. Working in the local diner in Charming California had it’s ups and downs. Days like today it was nothing but down. You were getting the worst tips. Customers had been rude and treated you like less that human all day. You guys were short handed and your boss was being a complete ass to the few of you there not caring who saw or heard. You had had enough. Between this and your home life you were ready to scream.
Okay i just spent a 30 minute bath thinking about Muggleborn wizards and differences in UK/US wizarding schools so get ready for a long post y’all
I’d imagine American wizarding schools have a different setup than UK ones, like. They’d DEFINITELY shove american history down the students’ throats, and have more of a dress code than a uniform. Plus they probably wouldn’t stick a bunch of 11 year old kids in the same school as 17 year old wizarding adults (K-8 schools are bad enough as it is) So they’d probably have separate schools/campuses for 11-14 year olds and 15-17 year olds because maturity differences. I’d imagine there’d also be AP programs for almost all the classes, because NOT EVERY 15 YEAR OLD HAS THE SAME LEARNING SKILLS YOU FUCKS
Imagine some American witch/wizard decides to do a study abroad during one of their final years, so they transfer over to Hogwarts and find out they have uniforms?? The fuck is this shit??? Why are the girls all wearing skirts???? Why are there 11 year old girls on campus wearing skirts????? Why are there 11 year olds at all???????????????? This is weird and they can’t tell if the skirts are mandatory, because all the girls wear them but nobody seems to be against them wearing pants so?
When they get their class schedule in the mail, they’re like “Why am I just in ‘Potions 6′? Is that advanced or something?? Is it the sixth level of Potions??? I was in AP Potions last year, what does it mean” and then they get to school to find that they’ve already taken this level class, but they definitely haven’t learned this shit in Transfiguration, and didn’t the school get their class records? Why didn’t they put them in the right level Transfiguration???
And then Professor Binns tries to tell the class that the Great Depression was caused by the near extinction of some magic animal, and this student gets in a 40 minute argument because no, haven’t you even heard of the stock market crash of the late 1920s, that was literally the main cause you buffoon, I spent a month learning about it okay we have stock regulations for a fucking reason
Meanwhile some Hogwarts student decides to try an American school, and when their letters of required supplies don’t have any uniforms on them they’re stumped. What do they wear?? Do they just wear whatever they want???? They pack their old uniforms just in case, only to show up and everyone’s wearing the latest in both Muggle and wizarding fashion, with long cloaks and shorts and crop tops and leggings and pointy hats all clashing together while looking like the epitome of fashion.
They’re told to show up a day or two early to take placement tests. Placement tests? they wonder, For what house I’ll be in???Dont I just do that on my first day with all the first years?????? But no, they’re tested on their knowledge of literally everything. “Why can’t I just take classes with all the other sixth years?” they ask. “Because we don’t want you in a class that’s too high or too low level for you??? Duh?????”
They have a History of the United States class. Who the fuck is Aaron Burr? What do you mean the Great Depression was caused by the stock markets, it was caused by the near extinction of the Jubilee Bird?? Why do you all have the Pledge of Alliegence memorized??? Why is there an American flag in every single classroom?????? What is happening
Feel free to add more or send in asks about this okay i am on a Roll here
Ok holy shit the thing you did for tsukki is amazing and PLEASE DO MORE ABOUT IT!! TENDOU! KUROO? BOKUTO?! TERU?? OIKS!! I DONT CARE!! you are A ma Zi n G ! ! , you can pick one or do it all but separately (which BTW will be so much battah)
Tendou Soulmate AU!!!!
(P.S, every scar, bruise or bump you receive also shows up on your soulmate’s body)
((P.S.S. this is shameless self indulgence whoops))
(((P.S.S.S TRIGGER WARNING! SUBLIMINAL MENTIONS OF SELF HARM!!!!!)))
Ever since he could remember, his ankles were always bruised.
The idea of soulmates scared him, especially how nature put them into action. Sometimes, it was comforting, watching a new, purple spot form on his knee cast upon by an unknown force. It meant the person who was tied to him, whoever she may be, was alive, and human, and making human mistakes, and for some odd reason, the bruises she gave him brought him a certain fondness. On the other hand, it was horrifying. Everytime he received a ball, blocked one of Ushijima’s finger splitting spikes, all the beatings he received as a child, by his own hand and not, all the bruises, the cuts, the horror, it was all inflicted on her. This made him just a bit wary, and all the more guilty. Presuming that she was the same age as him, if not younger, as a child who seemed to be having a happy life, the only cuts on her skin pavement burns from falling off bikes, having to live out the same physical torture he did made him sick. He made a mental promise to himself to hold that girl and never let go once he met her. Although he felt guilty, there was one time of the year where he wished someone would punch him in the eye just to get revenge.
Tendou had no clue what she did. At this point, she had to know he did volleyball, the only bruises he ever received nowadays on his knees and forearms. It was obvious, absolutely so, and he wished her hobby was the same. Every year since he was five years old, spring meant torture to his legs. March through May was an absolute onslaught towards his ankles and toes, bloody and bruised from the first day to the last. Although, the bruises were consistent all year, hinting that whatever she did, it was constant. He wished he could help her somehow, because the pain on his behalf was unbearable, and he couldn’t imagine experiencing it firsthand. He began to think maybe she was doing this on purpose, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a sadistic streak. But why the ankles, why the legs? Why was the rest of her skin so perfectly smooth yet once you hit the bottom, it was destroyed? Rope burns ran down his calves in intricate zigzags, and every time he ran a finger across them, it burned.
“What the hell is this?” He’d ask himself quietly, wondering if whatever this was, was just a weird, western fetish. He figured it was cute though, whatever she did. He saw where the ribbons tied off into a bow, or sometimes just a sharp, quick knot. It probably wasn’t a fetish, whatever she did, it the oddity of it still left him wondering.
One day he woke up and literally couldn’t walk. Last night he went to bed just to wake up with his entire lower legs bruised up. He winced at the sight, borderline black spots covering everywhere from his tip toes to his ankles. She had a habit of overworking herself late at night, he noticed, and part of him was glad they didn’t share the same mental health. It was times like these where he wished he had contact with her. Of course, he could always scratch his phone number into her skin or something, but he had tried that before, and he was honest it didn’t transmit. Every so often though, he’d take a bobby pin, and very, very lightly trace shapes into his left hand expressing his mood. He grabbed it off his nightstand, clicking it open and gently scratching a heart right underneath his knuckles, just enough to break the skin. Sometimes, if she wanted to, she scratched something back, usually a likewise object, but nothing came today. Tendou didn’t mind, he knew he had gotten his message across.
It was May of his senior year and Tendou wanted nothing more than to relish in his remaining time of being a highschool student, but he couldn’t when everyday for the past three weeks coordinates were being scratched into his left thigh. He quite honestly had no clue what to do with them, and didn’t realize they were coordinates until Semi pointed them out in the locker rooms. Curiosity got the best of him that night as he spent hours inserting these coordinates into any webiste he could find. It made him feel like a detective, like he was part of some havoc seeking plot that was never even arranged. Three hours later, Google Earth fatefully drove him towards a studio. He didn’t know where in the world he was, for all he knew, he could be in Austria, or Zimbabwe, but judging by the familiar architecture, he was not that far from home. In fact, he was at home. He zoomed out just a smidge to find the entire Shiratorizawa campus, a sight that made his breath hitch. Whoever this person was, and whatever they did, meant that they have been, and might just be in that studio. The thought of it made his heart pound, and just looking at the address and focusing on the pressure on his ankles, he mustred up all he could to set off towards that studio.
When he was on the subway, halfway towards the train station near campus, Tendou began to feel as if this was a grave, grave mistake. If she was as devoted to him as he was to her, she was sending him in the right place. Then again, it could just be a set up somehow, but he wasn’t exactly sure how a girl in Zimbabwe would come up with coordinates to a building so close to where he lived. The tempest in his stomach roiled, and the closer he got to the campus, the more and more he felt the need to back out. This girl who he was about to meet in t minus fifteen minutes practically knew everything about him. She knew he was bullied, that he hurt himself. She knew the sport he played and lived through his life with him, and it horrified him. He was about to meet his soulmate.
When he stood in front of the studio, he suddenly felt small. Every single fabric of his being wanted him to turn on his heel and jog back home, but he couldn’t. Not when he could see the figure of someone in the window. Now that it was right out in front of him, the answers to all his questions were so painfully obvious. His soulmate was a dancer, presumably ballet, and that explained the absolute torture on her feet. His soulmate was a ballerina, and although Tendou knew absolutely nothing about her, he already had a feeling she was beautiful. After five minutes of loitering on the curb, and five minutes of realizing he must’ve looked like an absolute pervert, he entered, a small bell ringing on his arrival. He winced, for the music that diffused into the commons had paused, a sudden, small, tapping off feet echoing through the room. That’s when the nerves hit him harder. What if that wasn’t his soulmate and he looked like an absolute airhead? What if he got himself all hyped up for nothing? Although, all suspicion subsided when the figure revealed herself, a delicate being with soft eyes and strong legs and a playful, pondering smirk. He knew somehow that it had to be her, absolutely, positively. No words were spoken as she tiptoes closer to him, still en pointe on the tip of her ballet shoes. It looked absolutely painful up close, and suddenly all the bruises he had ever received were explained.
She held her hand up towards him, the small scar of a heart indented right underneath her middle finger on her left hand. Again, she said no words, merely smiling as all the color drained from Tendou face.
He began to stutter, a red hot blush creeping up the nape of his neck. He held his hand up too, sweaty and shaky and motioned towards the small scar of a heart indented right underneath his middle finger on his left hand. He found himself laughing, gasping really. Short shaky breaths left him in staccato, shoving his hands back into his pockets while he tried to articulate just what to say.
“I really don’t know what to say.” Is what he went with, his voice low and raspy. She chuckled, out of sheer and utter nerves and tiptoed closer, her arms immediately draping around his shoulders.
“I hope you don’t mind…” She began, failing to realize his arms were already around her too. “I’ve wanted to hug you since elementary school. You’ve always deserved a hug.”
“I really do mean it.” She began again, drawing herself closer to his figure. Tendou could feel his heart pounding, the shocked state that overcame him far too much to bear. “You had a hard past, didn’t you…?” She tailed off, searching for his wandering eyes for an introduction.
“Oh. I’m Tendou. Tendou Satori.” He hummed, lost in the sincerity of her gaze.
“__ __, it’s a miracle to finally meet you.” She smiled, wide and toothy, her grip on the hood of his sweatshirt tightening for some reason. She was definitely excited, he could tell by the sudden sparkle in her tired eyes.
“I know we just met, but would you like to come home with me?” She inquired, her eyes wondering when Tendou cocked his head suggestively.
“Don’t you think it’s fa-ar too early to be-”
“That’s not what I was going at!” She huffed, her attempt at a pout being broken by a smile. “It’s just that… Your life has become mine. For years my family felt remorse every time I came home with a split lip or plastered wrists, and I think it’s only fair you give my mother an apology for all the multiple cardiac arrests she’s received every time she’s seen my bruised eye.”
Tendou found himself laughing at her statement, not knowing if it was all that true or not. Judging by the small smile that still tugged at her lips, it was a feeble attempt at breaking the ice. He shook his head, suddenly growing all the more comfortable towards her and letting his arms fall towards her hips. He hadn’t really soaked up her entire being yet, his focus completely devoted her eyes. They held something he had been longing for, craving for the longest time, they held the same pain and torment he had experienced, the same story and path and trauma. Looking into her eyes he realized he found an equal, a mutual, someone who could finally, maybe, understand him like he understood himself. His soulmate, a dancer who barely lived twenty miles away from him his entire bleeding life, a graceful, beautiful young woman with atrocious feet and ankles, last nights receive routine evident on her bare arms, and knowledge evident in her eyes. A dancer, with scars with anticipated stories lacing up her soft, shaved thighs, fingertips ever so rough from all the Guess blocks he had done, and a small scar of a heart indented right underneath her middle finger on her left hand.
soooo mark strikes me as the type of guy you’d wanna date in your early twenties
he’s like the sweet gentle type that you date for a long time, take home to your parents, plan your future out with ya feel
unlike the rest of my boyfriend scenarios, i really like the idea of mark being like normal mark
not famous, going to school mark
now you meet mark bc you two happen to take a really obscure class together
like,,, there’s maybe ten people in the entire class (you’re kind of lost as to why it even exists tbh)
but hey, it’s the only alternative for another class you didn’t make the roster for, so you’ll take what you can get
on your first day there, there’s only like three people in the entire lecture hall so you’re confused af
you end up walking up to the first person you see and you’re like “yo, i’m here for my class but i think i have the wrong place”
the person’s head is hung down as they write out something in their notebook
but then they look up
you’re momentarily shocked by how pretty this person is bc like… damn
he smiles like “oh hey, yeah this is the place. don’t worry, it’s this small all the time. i’m mark”
and he holds his hand out for you to shake and as soon as you touch palms you have to hide your shocked expression bc!! boy has some soft ass hands!!!
besides the callouses on his fingers his touch is as gentle as his smile
you tell him your name through a strangled breath and he repeats it to himself before smiling at you again and you’re still trying to figure out how someone could be this nice and beautiful
“do you want to sit next to me? i can help you catch up on anything you need help with” he offers, but he’s already pulling out the seat next to him and how could u refuse hah..haha
you plop in that seat so fast
you two end up going over his notes for all of three minutes before he starts inquiring about you and your major and your plans for the future
in fact you two are so lost in what you’re talking abt that you only realize the professor is there when she drops a book on yours and mark’s desk with a raised eyebrow like “yall done”
you and mark are blushing so hard lmao
throughout the whole class tho, you can’t really focus on anything besides mark beside you
you notice every time he moves, or every puff of breath that leaves him when he’s focused on writing down the professor’s words as she barrels through her lecture at lightning speed
when the class is over, you’re all over the place bc you only managed to capture half of what she said and you couldn’t put any of the information you had into something comprehensible
you stand next to your desk with a pout on your lips, not noticing until his breath is on your shoulder that mark is peeking at your notes
“that doesn’t look very… that isn’t exactly… do you need some help?” mark is so disheartened looking at your notes that he literally can’t help offering his own to you
but you’re so thankful and you’re like “thank you thank you!!! how can I repay you?”
and mark is pretty adamant that you don’t need to pay him back, that he’s just being a helpful classmate, but then as you’re taking pictures of his notes he just,,, “do you wanna go on a date? i-i mean a study date. you know. to study. the material. for school”
of course you can’t say no to the cute blush on his cheeks and the stutter in his words and omg is he biting his lip what the fu
“totally!! i’ll give you my number and you can text me whenever you’re free”
you two exchange numbers and you’re on your way
this turns out to be a mistake bc it’s only twenty minutes later when you’re headed to your next class and all you can think about is him
your hands keep fiddling with your phone and even your friend in that class is like “are u good”
you wanna text him so bad tbh but like you dont want to be weird or anything
and then like as soon as you get out of class to go get lunch your phone buzzes and you nearly get whiplash from how fast you look at your phone
mark: are you busy later? its never too late to start studying
i mean… you just got out of that class like two hours ago but oF COURSE MARK YOU’D LOVE TO
you’re not even surprised when the entire study date turns into you two just getting to know each other
he tells you about how he loves music, how his roommate jackson is always trying to get him out of his shell and it kind of hits you that mark isn’t the type to do things like this
the fact that he’s stepped out of his comfort zone to hang with you is so endearing that you kind of just sit your chin in your palm and watch him lovingly as he talks about his interests and you’re pretty sure “i’m so attracted to you??” is written across your forehead but you don’t even care
at the end of the date, he walks you back to your dorm, and before you can disappear into your room, he grabs at your hand gently
his hold is unsure, but he looks determined, even if he’s incapable of making eye contact
“was it just me or was today more of a date than it was studying?”
you just nod, your smile widening as he rubs the back of his neck when his palm grows sweaty in yours
“would you… maybe like to do that again? the date part of course. i mean we can study too if you’d like, honestly as long as we’re hanging out-” “I’d love to mark”
it’s official, you’re dating!!
you’re surprised how quickly you fall for mark too
weeks pass and you two basically spend every waking minute together
if you aren’t physically beside each other, you’re texting, or calling, or thinking about the other
while you two haven’t had the talk abt official titles, you secretly look at each other like that
it’s only evident one day when you’re talking to jackson, in his and mark’s dorm room while mark gets dressed for your date
jackson is telling you how he’s known mark for a while now and he’s never seen him act the way he does when he’s with you
“i think he’s really serious about you… but are you serious about him?” jackson asks, and you can’t hate him for asking bc you know how protective he is of his best friend
but his question is so out of the blue that you take a minute to think about it, your mind kinda lost on you as you try to think up a satisfactory answer
and then it all becomes clear to you, like a cloud parted over your feelings
“i’m really serious about him. it’s early but… i think i really want to be with him for a long time. he makes me feel so warm and happy and he’s not like any guy i’ve ever known. i feel like mark… is the one”
and then a smile cracks across jackson’s face before he turns his head to something behind you, and you turn your attention over your shoulder to see mark smiling with literal stars in his eyes
“you were right mark. she passed my test”
when you realize what’s going on your cheeks immediately start burning, and you deliver a few blows to mark’s shoulder but even through the pain and complaining he can’t stop how happy he is
he keeps the cheesy smile the whole night oml you have to kiss him just to get him to stop
besides mark being the cutest boy ever he’s also a little (big) shit
always playing some kind of a prank on you
one time he convinces you he’s turned your favorite white sweater green with a picture of said sweater looking bright lime
and you’re so mad but he just smiles at you and flutters his eyelashes like “im sorry, you still love me right??”
and of course you’re still mad but you reassure him with a forehead kiss and then he laughs and goes “i didn’t ruin your sweater, youngjae helped me photoshop it so it looked like i did”
he gets so many bruises that day
but his friends make up for it by teasing the shit out of mark
his friend jinyoung has a plethora of embarrassing stories about mark that you could just sit there for hours listening to how mark broke his finger playing bop it
mark’s youngest friends, dance majors yugyeom and bambam and computer science major youngjae see mark as the older bro of their friend group as mark is the oldest, so they kinda see you as their older sister
therefore, you are not unaccustomed to unannounced visits from the three at all hours of the day
yugyeom is always asking you to criticize his dances, bambam always asks you to help him study, and youngjae honestly just comes over to sleep bc his roommate is super loud and he never gets a moment of peace
in return, you use them for everything
all you have to do is say “do this” and they’ll do it bc they love u so much and they have to pay you back somehow for how much they bother you
even when mark is over and you two are trying to have some time alone they’ll still stop by and won’t leave despite all the urging to
the amount of times you have to call either jaebum or jinyoung to save you has gotten out of hand
but even then you don’t mind bc honestly they’re like family to you now, and you love them too much to ever hate being around them
in turn, mark is really aware of how special you are to him and he makes sure he lets you know
if you’re sick, mark is skipping all his classes to take care of you
even if you protest he cannot be persuaded
if he really can’t miss a class or has an exam tho, he’ll send one of the boys to take care of you and of course they do so at the drop of a hat
makes sure you’re caught up in schoolwork, and always offers to help you study for big tests bc he knows you have a hard time doing so by yourself
if you’re too lazy to go grocery shopping he has no prob going out and doing it for you
he’s just such a doting bf like he doesn’t mind doing whatever you need done
even tho he doesn’t always say “i love you” with words, you can tell just by how he treats you
he says i love you when he asks if you’ve gotten enough sleep in the middle of class, and when you shake your head no, he lets you nap and promises to explain the lesson to you later
he says i love you when he makes you dinner bc he knows you’re too busy with homework to make it for yourself
he says i love you in all of his own little ways
but when he does remember to say it, it’s always said with such warmth and fondness that you have to take a second to collect yourself from the utter cuteness before you say it back
overall, mark is a loving, caring bf and he’s the best never let him go
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Summary: Reader lives with her long time friend, Bruce, and Alfred. After a particularly hard day, the reader has a bit of a meltdown and Bruce helps.
Author’s Note: Welcome to my first Bruce Wayne x Reader fic. I don’t usually read or write for this character, but this idea popped into my head and I ran with it. I am pleased with it and feel good writing it. Writing is therapeutic for me.
This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.
If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
You were in college to originally follow your family’s footsteps and become a doctor. After one semester of the required classes for you major, you couldn’t handle it. Deciding to follow your true passion, you changed your major to fashion and costume design. As soon as your parents heard about this, they cut you off. You already had a kind of strained relationship with your parents. They didn’t accept a lot of your choices or respect your opinions. Apparently this was the breaking point for them.
Thank god for your best friend. While you insisted that you were okay and didn’t want to be an inconvenience, Bruce Wayne assured you that you were not a problem and practically moved you in as soon as he heard the situation. Not only did Bruce want you to move in after what happened, Alfred insisted.
I should probably start off with the fact that Rivetra is what got me into SnK. I was late to the fandom, having joined just when the Dub was being released. Matt Mercer had voiced a character in a game I had just played and I loved his voice so I wanted to find more of him. I saw he was going to voice Levi and idk, I looked up Levi, read his wiki page, saw the mentions of Petra, clicked Petra, read hers, and immediately shipped them.
Like I hadn’t watched the series, I knew next to nothing about it or the characters, and the fact that I shipped them from two wiki articles clearly says a lot.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand…
Their interactions that readers/viewers witness are limited to a handful of (wonderful) scenes, but despite this, despite the limit, even these scenes stick out to me and show that there was more to them than what was on the surface.I mean, I have a knack for reading super deep into things and word of god does state that between the panels of the manga, Levi does think Petra is cute, and while that may be looked at as just attraction, it’s honestly more than enough to prove my point that there’s more than meets the eye.
A lot of my reasons are also based on the anime, and while a lot of people argue the scenes in the anime versus the manga, you have to keep in mind that Isayama was involved with the anime, and I just read about how with the upcoming second season, he is also not only involved, but allowing for more filler scenes to be included that he wasn’t able to include in the manga. So to try and debunk any arguments based on the anime because those particular scenes weren’t in the manga is kind of redundant tbh.
But rather than make this a post proving why Rivetra is a thing, and with all the available arguments in favor of them in mind, the short answer is that I really, truly love them. I love their characters and I love them together.
I think despite Levi’s social ineptness, he and Petra really seem to go well together. I mean, whether their relationship has platonic or romantic undertones, you cannot deny the fact that they were closer than a typical Captain/subordinate relationship.
She cares for him, and that’s very clear, from her talk with Eren about him to consoling him during his frustration at Eren’s lack of transformation to worriedly demanding he step away from a partially transformed Eren and even to the letter she sends her father (regardless of what translation you prefer to listen to.) She respects him, yes, but she does care for him, and as does he. He listens to her, he asks her for reassurance when comforting a dying soldier. And you absolutely cannot deny the visible heartbreak of finding her body, of taking her patch from her, of watching her body fall from the horse cart, of surrendering her patch to another soldier, and of course his meeting with her father.
And it’s this that I’m able to see between the panels, between the animation sequences, of what their relationship was, of what it could have been. It’s this dynamic that I love, of a stoic warrior and a kindhearted soldier, of a love that could have been, and just how wondrous it would have been.
For a bit of a less serious but equally important reason just look at them okay, they’re the perfect size for each other and together are just super aesthetically pleasing.
- they are over the top drama queens about everything but mostly their home remedies
- everything might as well be a drug transaction
- “hey, pshh, hey you, you want some drugs?” “are you talking about those pills that get rid of my cat’s allergy” “man you really know how to kill the mood”
- “i got the stuff” “just give me my damn ibuprofen”
- feeling ill??? drink tea, lots of tea, with honey,
- “do you want a jar of honey?” “why???” “fucking flu season, it’ll kill you if you don’t get your shit together”
- they have an endless supply of everything
- pocketfulls of homemade cough drops
- current theory is that the real pukwudgies act as suppliers for anything the pukwudgie students need
- “why don’t you just buy the stuff instead?” “not everyone has there ass full of money kevin, plus i profit off of this”
- they are sharks, if you borrow money or owe them anything they will hunt you down
- a thunderbird went missing
- they were found and still in one piece but still
- the older pukwudgies will fucking murder anyone who makes their younger housemates cry
- they know alot about poison, stuff that’s not even allowed at ilvermorny
- the wampus house has a betting pool and if there’s trouble getting money they call a pukwudgie
- they are all about ‘good vibes’
- “you’re really killing my vibes”
- except the ones who aren’t who respond with “are you fucking high or something, what are you gonna do next??? start throwing peace signs around”
- they do, ironically of course (it’s not ironic, at least not any more)
- contests on who can drink the most coffee, no one ever really sleeps after that
- late night conversations that are so random
- “once a penguin bit my finger” “ what the hell???”
- “who thought chocolate and peanut butter was a good idea??? bc man were they right"
- “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?” “378” “what the fuck?”
- “im really gay” “that’s nice, me too except im really bi”
- they always end up laughing so hard that their sides hurt
- pukwudgies who tell you to get your shit together and don’t sugarcoat anything
- “my boyfriend wants to go out but im not feeling it” “then dont”
- “there’s just so much going on” “then take a break”
- putting their foot down and telling you to take care of yourself first, that it’s okay not to hang out with friends and it’s okay wanting to be alone
- they give the best advice but that’s only bc the real pukwudgies have a soft spot for daytime tv and the student pukwudgies end up hearing about all the morals of the story
- some pukwudgies are not really into the whole home remedy thing and instead get hella cool archery lessons from real pukwudgies and watch over their younger housemates
- profits from selling home remedies are split evenly throughout the house (there’s a lot of money to go around), or used to buy things for the common room like a tv so when real pukwudgies visit they can can watch all the tv they want
- the pukwudgies are really fond of the other pukwudgies, both sides deny this but it’s the truth
jk jk he’s a lil shit but he is a form of spirit and demons are also technically spirits too, tho he isn’t one
yugyeom is a… special spirit
most spirits are kind of tied to something you know? and the most popular are elemental spirits and whatnot
well yugyeom is tied to a messed up ouija board
basically, somehow, he is now connected to this damn board and no matter how hard you try, the only spirit you can talk to is him and the only spirit you can summon is him
this board is sitting in an antique shop so yugyeom has been kinda dormant for a while
but one day, you come in
you were dared by your friends to get a ouija board so you could communicate with ghosts
if you could make it happen and record the experience, you’d pass
you hate your friends now
the number one thing you’re scared of is channelling a demon or some malevolent spirit or what the heck ever so knowing that there’s a good chance you will just. damn
what’s worse is that they requested you purchase a real one, aka an old one bc apparently that makes it all the more serious i guess
when you come into the fourth antique shop that day and spot it, you’re at the register and getting it rung up in record time
the little old lady who runs the place is super sweet and mentions how the board had been there since she was a teenager, and that many had bought it but many had taken it back, saying it was faulty
of course you’re intrigued and also this is your life on the line so you’re like what??
she giggles and is like “its kinda funny but apparently people are only able to communicate with one spirit using this board. i’ve heard he’s harmless but i should warn you, in case you were hoping to speak with your dead grandmother or something”
you raise your eyebrow but bid the old woman ado and head off home, ready to get this shit over with
at least if the spirit is “friendly” then you have nothing to worry about
your family is out so you head up to your room and pull out the board, dropping it onto your bed before you get everything ready, propping your phone up to record you as you begin
You do everything you’re supposed to, and then you go, “is anyone there?”
you’re expecting the planchette to move or better yet do nothing, so hopefully you can get this over with
you scream when a (admittedly handsome) teenage boy suddenly appears before you, legs crossed and his face in his palm as his eyes stay closed
once you’ve finished screaming, the boy slowly opens his eyes and murmurs, “hey”
you’re not sure what to say
this is the only spirit you can talk to? dont the spirits usually stay in the board and talk through that? why did it appear in front of you like this, and bored looking nonetheless?
you blink for a bit, unsure of what to do next when the spirit sighs “if you’re not gonna ask me any questions, can you end the session? i was having a good dream”
“spirits dream?” you ask him, and his eyes rise to lock with yours before he shrugs “something like that. any who, what’s up? im yugyeom”
you tell him your name reluctantly, and he simply nods, thinking you’re about to ask him all the usual questions like “will i get married to (insert heartthrob here)?” ”will i ever get rich?” “who’s gonna win the Super Bowl?”
but then you go “my… my friends dared me to do this. t-to call a spirit and ask you some questions, so… um… why dont witches ride their brooms when they’re angry?”
yugyeom’s interest is piqued and he sits up, thinking long and hard to answer, “because… road rage?”
you giggle nervously, looking at the list of things your friends forced you to ask him “so they don’t fly off the handle”
you’re not expecting yugyeom to find it as funny as he does but he’s bent over laughing like you’ve told the best joke he’s ever heard
“tell me more!” he demands, eyes alight and all the boredom wiped off his face
quickly, you start listing off jokes from the top of your head, all of them tickling him in one way or another
you don’t even realize that your phone has died of battery or that it’s suddenly gotten late until you turn to grab your phone and see the moon high in the sky
“oh, i didn’t think we talked that long… I dont even think they’ll see you show up on camera”
“they won’t, but i can help you make it look like you did the dare, and prank them too”
you furrow your eyebrows and listen in and he grins, telling you to charge your phone and that you’ll find out soon
ten minutes later, you’re sat with the phone before you and the board out, yugyeom having disappeared from sight
he’s told you to ask the questions they’ve given you, and he’ll do the rest
once you’ve finished telling the first lame joke they’ve given you, the pillow on your bed flies across the room and starts hovering over your head, and its so unexpected that you react pretty well for the camera
yugyeom is grinning above you, having appeared above you with a finger raised to his lips
you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you continue to ask questions, and in response he makes the planchette move and gives you weird answers like “haunted horse party” or all out flips the board to appear like an angry spirit
he shuts off the recording in the middle of making it hover “in thin air”, and you’ve got your elaborate prank
“this is the most fun I’ve had in years” yugyeom laughs
“im gonna have to thank that old lady when i return the board”
you’re pretty surprised to see yugyeom’s expression turn sad and he just kinda pouts at you like a kicked puppy
you feel bad instantly
“you… can’t you keep me- i mean, the board? i promise im fun to talk to!! ill never possess you or anything… unless you want to be possessed by a spirit then i’ll definitely make sure we make a fair deal or something-” “yugyeom i can keep the board calm down”
hes so happy and tells you that if you ever need someone to talk to you or whatever you can just take out the board and talk to him
you’re kinda surprised that you’ve unintentionally made friends with a spirit but hey, he’s cute and he’s almost definitely not going to kill you
so this goes on for a while
you lock yourself into the privacy of your room and take out the board and honestly you and yugyeom just hang
he tells you about all of the weird experiences he’s had with people who try to channel him and you sometimes use him to spook your friends bc its pretty funny ngl
he makes you into a lil shit too
sometimes you just open the ouija board and let him follow you around the house
he’ll bother your family, move things onto high shelves, take things and hide them in new places, and overall just entertain himself
you accidentally left the board open once and when a guy in your class came over to study he spent the whole time tugging on the guy’s gelled hair
when the guy went to the bathroom, yugyeom snuck in and made fog appear on the mirror before he wrote for him to “get lost or get possessed”
needless to say that guy ran away from your house and never talked to you again
“i dont like that guy” “oh wow, i didn’t notice with how you repeatedly whispered in my ear ‘i dont like this guy’”
technically, if you keep the ouija board open, yugyeom can go anywhere with you, but only so far or the connection gets kinda weak
so sometimes you take a backpack and open the board inside when you go places and you want him to be there with you
one time you took the board with you to a horror movie and sat it up in the seat next to you and people thought you were crazy but yugyeom was right next to you making fun of the fake ghosts
one time you’re really curious so you go “yugyeom, has anyone ever tried to release you?”
yugyeom is pretty shocked that you’ve asked and tells you that no, no one has ever cared abt him enough to stick around after the first few sessions, let alone to release him from the board altogether
you decide that you’ve formed a pretty strong relationship with yugyeom so you offer to let him out
yugyeom is really apprehensive and you are too bc obviously its dangerous and he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he is released
will people see him? will he inhabit something else? will he live a normal life or remain a spirit?
“i’d… think i’d like that. but i can’t promise that everything will go right afterwards”
you know, you’ve known for a while, but you want to try for him
you can’t help daydreaming of being with him in other ways bc he’s so sweet and really cares for you
he knows you so well its kind of crazy
you’ve even caught yourself day dreaming about kissing those pretty lips every time he laughs, or whispers in you ear late into the night
the fact that he has no problem being close and intimate with you already leaves you pretty flustered as it is
you’ve grown impossibly attached to this goofy spirit and if you can free him from the board, you’d love to
the only thing is that the only way to free his spirit from the board is to break it
either you’d free him or you’d lose him forever, and that’s what scares you
you make up your mind and summon him to get his permission, and when he gives you the go ahead with a shaky smile, you snap it in half with all your might
its silent afterwards
you don’t feel yugyeom’s warm presence like usual
you call out his name softly, sadly, thinking that you’ve done it and lost his spirit forever
your hands hold the broken pieces of the board and you’re moved near to tears now, knowing you’ve messed up for real and you’d never see yugyeom again
then two warm arms wrap around you from behind and you flinch, eyes wet as you turn to observe who’s there, and you smile when you make eye contact with yugyeom
hes grinning at you too, but something feels,,, off
its not like his usual, carefree smiles
his canines look a little sharper
his grip feels a little rougher
his lips a little more red than soft pink
his arms tighten that much more around your middle and you blink, your smile faltering as he says nothing
“y-yugy?” you ask softly, and you watch as his grin melts into something of a smirk
the smirk is different too bc unlike his usual playful smirks after he’s scared you coming out of the bathroom or pulled a successful prank on someone, it’s hidden with intentions you’ve never seen on him
it doesn’t fit the yugyeom you know
“you know… when they tell you not to play with spirits, you should probably listen” he says, his pupils glinting a blood red as his fingernails, no, claws dig into your hips
your hands shake as he twists you around, shoving you up against the nearest wall as one of his hands encircles your wrist and the other grasps your chin
you’re nearly shitting your pants at this point, staring at who you once thought was the kind, caring spirit that you’d grown to love
he leans in impossibly close, taking up all the air in your lungs as his breath fans across your lips
his tongue glides out, licking his lips slowly before he whispers teasingly against your trembling mouth
“they might just be demons in disguise”
remember when i said he wasn’t a demon :)))) i lied
A/N: all right so i love monsta x and my babies don’t get enough attention so i’m making boyfriend!monsta x posts like this for all the members!!! this probably won’t be coherent so i hope it’s at least cute!!! masterlist!!!
this is going to be a shitpost please enjoy
omo this weirdo please love him he’s just a kid
you know that person who randomly shows up in your life and completely changes it? that’s changkyun
he has so many sides
he’d be a weird romantic
none of the romantic stuff you expect oh no
it’s your birthday? he’s jumping out of a cake
you tell him about your favorite show? he binge watches it and then whispers lines of it out of nowhere to scare you late at night
okay but ever since i saw the episode of “right now” in which he kept a straight face for 88% of the ride i expect him to just try and make a game out of keeping a deadpan expression for everything
“i bet i can keep a straight face while cleaning the kitchen that’s how a real man does it” “okay changkyun don’t forget to wipe water off the counter when you finish the dishes” “-_-”
he be interesting to cook/bake with because it could go from 0 to a 100 to 25 so fast
i don’t think he’d really be into pda other than simple handholding but you’d share this really special intimacy with him
like the warmth you can feel when he’s next to you would be so !!! because it’s just between you two
i also see him lying his head on your shoulder and looking up at you while you talk or just staring forward into space
i dunno every time he touches you you’ll be able to feel how special you are to him
dates with this kid ??? they go from “wait we’re on a date” to “who are you and what did you do with changkyun this is so well put together”
he seems like a casual guy so i expect his dates to go the same but don’t be mistaken he does put lots of thought into it because he really wants you to be comfortable and happy
okay but his voice…….just…….remember you’re blessed to hear how wonderful and calming it is all the time especially when you’re hanging with monsta x and changkyun leans to whisper in your ear because he wants to have a conversation with you without everyone hearing it
changkyun !!!!! coming !!!!! home !!!! after !!!! practice !!!!! and !!!!! rapping !!!! to !!!!! show !!!! you !!!! what !!!! he !!!!! did !!!! in !!!!! the !!!! studio !!!!
the look on his face will be so precious after he finishes rapping
he just wants you to be proud of him
please be proud of him
he’s trying his best and always does the most
get ready for lots of competitions between changkyun and jooheon and having to be either the referee or changkyun’s number one fan
seriously there will be tons of freestyle rap battles between these dweebs in your home i’m warning you now
changkyun would be such a lowkey hype man for everything you do like you reorganize your place? “holy shit!!!! my love is so skilled!!!!”
traveling with changkyun !!!
honestly changkyun would have lots of chill adventures on vacation
and then you’d be walking around the city and he would pretend to know where he’s going and you’d both get really lost but who cares when you two are taking aesthetic pictures together in front of the nighttime cityscape
grocery shopping with him is probably really relaxed and fun and he always knows the best snacks to buy
so many boyfriend material pictures (that you take of him or he takes himself)
highkey think he would use gifs/derp pictures of you as reaction photos in text conversations (with you and everyone else he knows)
he is probably the type of person to have lots of inside jokes with himself so expect a lot of your laughter together to be received with weird looks from everyone around you because no one understands
changkyun speaking english randomly
like he’d just say “what’s up” to the sofa or something who is this kid
his surprises for you would always be something he wouldn’t draw attention to but it would be sO tHoUgHtFuL like he would learn how to cook your favorite dish if you were feeling down and you’d be like ??? who is this boy and why is he so perfect ???
petnames !!! not anything like “fluffy-kins” more like nicknames that are useful in any environment but are individual to your relationship
he would make you so many mixtapes you can’t even fight me on this they would be compilations of songs he thinks you will enjoy/knows you like or ones he wrote
get ready for lots of subtweets in monsta x lyrics because changkyun loves you
i think he’s the kind of person who just does awkward stuff or says something that makes no sense and whenever it happens you just look at him and laugh and then he does his weird aegyo and the world is normal again
“why are you like this?” “i.m. who i am”
expect a lot of sighing. from you. you’ll probabl sigh at him a lot and he’ll just grin.
you get to make fun of all of monsta x so please take this opportunity and run with it
(also be prepared to run away because monsta x is a lot to handle they are insane)
rap all of his parts in songs. just do it.
honestly this boy is warm and weird and you won’t really expect falling in love with him but it will hit you and it’ll feel so natural you won’t even question it because the way he makes you laugh or furrow your brow in confusion is the realest thing you’ve ever known and when he smiles at you man oh man you know that’s true love
Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other.
Word Count: 2k
a/n: i don’t expect much feedback, i know its not good, i just missed writing and wanted to post something.. i want to make this one as short as possible. i really hope some of you guys like it. thank you so much for reading.
“Look we need to talk Tae.. I like you. No like doesn’t even cover it… I have stronger feelings for you… I’ve had them for a while now and-”
You groan and smack your hand against your forehead, that was painful and pathetic. The look on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror was pathetic, the tone in your voice was pathetic, the sentence structure was pathetic. Every single thing about this was pathetic. Did you really think practicing in front of a mirror would prepare you for the big task of confessing your love for him today?