#don't worry i'm sure today and sunrise will have her on every morning for the rest of her stay
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐮
𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞
｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ 🕊️🤍 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ jamie decides he wants to change isabelle’s name but first he has to ask the most important men in her life.
ੈ✩ ━ ❪ feel free to send an any request of things you want to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts about what your read! i would love that! ❫
June 4, 2024
When you see somebody
Who erases everybody in the room
I don't know what to say,
I don't know what to do
Jamie hadn't meant to be up as early as he was, the bold black letters of the time plastered on the screen of his phone reading 5:30 AM while he sat out on the back porch of the hughes lake house.
Another Summer of spending time with his girlfriend, her family and a couple of their friends was a nice getaway from their every day lives of playing hockey and doing all of her social media things.
The hockey players mind flashes to the small velvet black box that he had packed away in his duffel bag, making sure to keep Belle from finding.
He can hear the backdoor slide open but he doesn't take his eyes off of the sun rising in front of him.
"Morning, Jamie." Jim's voice flows from beside him, taking a seat an the empty chair.
"Morning." Jamie sends him a half smile as his head turns to look at him for just a second.
"You're up early." He says after a moment of silence, sitting the coffee cup on the arm of the chair.
"Yeah, I just needed a breather before we get up to whatever Jack has cooked up or us today." Jamie tells him with a slight chuckle.
Jim lets out a chuckle of his own and they sit in silence for a moment before the father of four broke it, "I can see all the signs, son....so go ahead. Ask me."
Oh, I
I don't wanna change who you are
I don't wanna mess with your dreams
Or get in the way of who you wanna be
Jamie feels the palms of his hands grow sweaty as he wipes them on the dark grey material of the sweat pants he's wearing, his words suddenly catching in the back of his throat.
"Um, I.....I want to ask Belle to marry me." He finally chokes out, eyes never leaving the sunrise in front of him.
"How long have you been thinking about this?" Jim turns to look at his daughter's boyfriend.
"For about year. I’ve had the ring since December 27, 2023." He tells Jim, finding a sudden interest in playing with the thing bracelet on his wrist with 'IMH' engraved on it.
"A year?"
Jamie smiles, "Yeah. It first crossed my mind when I was traded to the Flyers. I called her right after I got the phone call when we were in Memphis and she told me that we would be okay, I'd be okay. That's when was like, 'damn, i really think i want to spend the rest of my life with this girl.'."
"And when were you sure you wanted to marry her?"
"A week after I was traded, when she packed up her apartment in California to move in with me in Philly." Jamie has no hesitation as he speaks.
Jim smiles at the adoration in Jamie's voice when he talks about his daughter, "Jamie, when Belle first came home telling Ellen and I about you, I was honestly worried. I love my sons, and I love hockey, but I didn't want my daughter to date a hockey player. But listening to how she talked about you, how she talked about the way you treated her, I told Ellen, 'i'm happy that he can put this big smile on her face and a bright sparkle in her eyes'. That's all a father could ever want for his little girl."
Jamie listens, hanging onto every word.
"And if you wanna marry my daughter, I give you permission to do so." He says as they both stand up, Jim bringing Jamie into a hug.
"Thank you."
────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫
No, I
I won't stop your runaway heart
I just wanna be why you stay
Only thing about you that I'd change is
I'd change your name
Ellen and Belle had decided to take the time to have a little girls day, leaving the boys and Jim at the lake house.
Jamie sat on the couch next to Luke, playing with a lose thread on his jeans as he watched the others playing video games, trying to think of ways her could ask four of the dozen hockey players staying.
Taking a deep breath, he just decided to rip the band-aid off and quickly blurts it out, "I wanna ask Belle to marry me."
The yelling that had been going on quiets down as everyone turns to look over at Jamie, the sounds of Luke dropping the controller to the ground following.
“Did I hear that correctly?” Quinn leans forward to be able to look at Jamie.
“Dude! Come on!” Trevor groaned as he stands up from the couch, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and slapping a twenty into Jack’s outreached hand.
“Buddy, you made me twenty bucks richer!” Jack smiled widely, “Make me an Uncle in six months and I’ll win another twenty!”
“Don’t make him an uncle cause I’m not giving him another twenty.” Trevor huffs sitting back in his place. “Marry your girl, Jamie!”
“This is really what you want?” Quinn asked, his tone serious as he looks at the hockey player.
“A hundred percent. Guys, I love your sister with every little ounce of my being.” Jamie tells them, “Belle is the only person that I see myself marrying.”
“And our dad?” Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Asked him this morning, he said yes.” Jamie wipes his hands on his jeans, growing nervous again under the gaze of all the guys.
“Well, you have my yes.” Jack grinned.
“When do you want to do this?” Quinn crossed his arms over his chest.
“This weekend, before we leave.” Jamie answered, “She’s always talked about getting proposed to on the end of the dock.”
Quinn smiled, “Okay. You reeled me in. Yeah, you can marry my little sister.”
“Luke, you’re really quiet over there, buddy.” Jack grinned at the little pout on Luke’s face.
With the pout still on his lips, Luke crosses his arms over his chest, “Fine, you can marry my sister.” He pauses, "But I would also like to become an uncle, just not in six months."
────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫
June 11, 2024
I can't see 20 years from now
Hell, I can barely see today
Can't promise you your sky won't drop a little rain
When that smile in the mirror disappears
I promise you I'll be right here
"Hey, baby." Jamie grins as he walks back into the lake house from being on the boat with the boys, leaning down to kiss her, "Got anything planned for tonight?"
"Hmm, no." Belle shakes her head, "Why?"
"I'm taking you out to dinner." Jamie tells her as she looks at him, "What is it?"
"What do I wear?"
"Something pretty."
“Okay.”
────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫
Oh, I
I don't wanna change who you are
I don't wanna mess with your dreams
Or get in the way of who you wanna be
“Have I mentioned how pretty you look?” Jamie grinned from the driver side of the rental car her shared with Trevor.
“Hmm, almost every chance that you get.” Belle smiles over at her boyfriend, bringing her hand up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. “Tonight was nice, just the two of us.”
“It was.” Jamie pulls into the driveway of the lake house, “But I have one more surprise.”
Belle raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend as he quickly jogs around the front of the car to her side, pulling the door open for her, “Thank you.”
“Always.” He smiles, kissing her for a brief moment before he takes her hand and starts leading her down towards the dock.
A quiet gasp leaves her lips as she takes in the sight of the small boat dock.
Candles lit up the walkway going out to the end. Seven bundles of roses lined up the sides as well as rose petals scattered along the middle.
“Jamie….” Belle stops in her tracks as tears begin to rise above her water line.
Jamie grins as he takes her by the hands, pulling her close to him, bringing her hand to wrap around his neck as he let his own drop to her waist, “Isabelle….,”
“No, don’t drop to one knee right now.” Her bottom lips trembles as she looks into her boyfriends eyes.
A chuckle leaves his lips as he sniffles, “You know, Trevor caught me watching your videos the night before we met? I had found them a couple weeks before and watched them all, and I never picked up that you were related to Jack, Quinn and Luke. And then I walked out of the locker room, and there you were.”
“We went back to our house after dinner that night, and I couldn’t stop talking about how amazing you were so Trevor gave me your number and I was so terrified to do anything with it. Took me two weeks to build up the courage to text you and ask you to have lunch with me.”
“After, I went home and I called my mom. I’ve never told you this, have I?” Jamie stops to ask her, which she shakes her head no, “Good. I went home and I called my mom, and I told her, ‘This girl, she’s it. She is everything that I’ve been searching for. She’s it for me,’ and she just laughed me off and said, ‘Jamie, your young, you’ll have more than one experience like this’, and I told her, ‘watch me marry her.’.”
“We’ve been there for each other through every good, bad, up, down. Through sickness, career moves, through every hockey game, every time you needed someone to participate in videos for your channel, TikTok pranks, and your pregnancy scare last year.” Jamie kept going with his speech, never once losing eye contact with Belle as he did.
“And the other morning, I was sitting out on the porch, lost in thought about how I was going to ask your dad and brothers, when your dad came and sat down next to me. He could see it on my face that I wanted to ask him, and he asked me how long ago had I been thinking about asking you to marry me. For an entire year, the thought of marrying your had been in the back of my mind, but six months ago I finally got the courage to buy the ring."
"But the exact moment that I really knew that I wanted to have you for the rest of my life was last year when you packed up everything you made for yourself in California and moved with me to Philly." Jamie's thumb wiped away the tears falling from Belle's face, tears of his own falling. "Can I get down on one knee now?"
A sob rips through her throat as she vigorously nodded her head, "Please."
Jamie chuckles before pulling the ring box out of his pocket, dropping down to one knee as he looked up at the blonde, "Isabelle Marie Hughes, will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course!" A giggle leaves her lips as Jamie slides the beautiful ring onto her finger before standing up and bringing her into a deep, breath taking, kiss.
Loud cheers fill the air as everyone comes out of their hiding spots, Luke instantly rushing to his older sister, spinning her around in a tight hug.
"Oh, let me see the ring!" Ellen grabs her hand, smiling at the diamond ring resting on her finger. "Oh, my baby is getting married!"
No, I
I won't stop your runaway heart
I just wanna be why you stay
Only thing about you that I'd change is
I'd change your name
Jamie smiles as he watches his fiancee gush over the ring with her mother, that smile growing bigger as she locked eyes with him, “I love you.” He mouths watching as she mouths the words back.
#❥ ꒰ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 & 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄 ꒱#❥ ꒰ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 ꒱#hughes!reader#nhl fanfiction#hughes!sister#jack hughes sister#luke hughes sister#quinn hughes sister#jamie drysdale x isabelle hughes#jamie drysdale x hughes reader#jamie drysdale x hughes!sister#nhl blurb
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TROLLS ASCENSION AU?
Okay, I've seen so many big-brained artists and writers come up with AUs where we swap a troll with Velvet and Veneer, or another troll with Floyd, etc., etc.
But what if the swap was somewhere way back in the beginning of the story?
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Picture this:
It's finally time. The plan is risky, and even a little rocky, but all the preparations have been made. All the pieces put in place to put said plan in motion. The Pop Trolls were finally going to escape from Bergen-Town.
Viva was scared. Tomorrow was Trollstice. Anything could go wrong. She headed into the nursery, Poppy fast asleep.
King Peppy watched over her crib, exhausted from his renewed responsibilities as a father to a newborn. He cracked a weak smile to his eldest. “You alright?”
She shrugged. “I'm worried. For tomorrow."
Her father sighed. "You're not alone. But after your mother..."
Viva shut her eyes. They lost her mother just last year. After the Queen's death, King Peppy couldn't stand to lose either of his daughters. The day after that Trollstice, the plan to escape was hatched.
"I know," she said quietly. "But you're right, we can't let Poppy grow up here."
She glanced at her sister's small body, sound asleep. Poppy hadn't faced the terrors that the Pop Trolls had suffered yet. Viva was determined to make sure she would never have to.
Morning rose, and Viva’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of an empty crib. She bolted upright, running out of the pod to bump into her father.
“Viva,” he panted. His hand gripped hers, tugging without haste. “We have to leave, now.”
“Dad? What's going on? I thought we were leaving at noon—”
“There’s been a change in plans. With today being the Bergen Prince's first Trollstice, they're coming to the tree at sunrise. We haven't much time left."
Viva halted her confusion and nodded. It was time.
After the last of the villagers entered the tunnels, soon following behind was King Peppy and the princesses. His majesty charged ahead, leading his people. Viva stalled to make sure every troll was up and going. No troll left behind.
The rumbles and roars of Bergens could be heard above. They'd been found out.
Soon enough, the tips of pickaxes struck the ground, blasting pieces of rubble all around the target area. Large hands dug through the terrain, leaving the trolls to dodge and weave through every obstacle.
The cries of few trolls could be heard ahead of Viva, a straggler here and there. Her father grabbed whomever he could, and she grabbed the rest.
"Don't let go!" She called to the trolls alongside her. "Grab whoever you can and hold on tight. We are making it out of here--"
A hand burst from the tunnel ceiling directly above Viva, it's coarse fingers wriggling around, trying to grab whoever it could find. Viva tensed, but before it could grab her she ducked and rolled, lassoing the trolls behind her. That was close.
It felt like forever, but she and the others could see the light of a single torch. They were close to the group, her father was just ahead. But to Viva's shock, it wasn't as pleasant a sight as she would've hoped.
King Peppy was ensnared by one of the Bergen's pickaxes, and he had just thrown a cluster of trolls along the path to safety.
"Keep running! And don't stop," she told the others. She turned to his majesty. "Dad, just hold on, we can figure out how to get you loose."
"Viva, there's no time. You need to get to safety." He reached into his hair and pulled out Poppy. "Take your sister. Run."
"Dad? What are you doing?"
"I'll be right behind you. Take your sister to safety."
"What? No, I'm not leaving you!"
"If we all stay here to long, there's a chance one of us could get caught." He embraced his daughter before him. "I... I can't lose you too."
"But..." Tears welled up in Viva's eyes. She clasped her father's hand on her cheek, clutching tightly. "What about no troll left behind?"
His hand patted her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Viva."
With a great amount of force, he pushed her back right as a hand emerged from above. It plucked King Peppy up and away, as Viva screamed for her Dad. He was gone.
The bundle of trolls that were rolling down the tunnel finally stopped, collapsing just outside the exit in a plume of dust.
One of them limp towards it, turning to the others in despair. "I don't think... King Peppy made it."
A shadowed figure could be seen through the clouds of dust, eventually turning out to be... Princess Viva.
"Your highness," the village clamored in confusion and disbelief. "Where's His Majesty?"
Viva turned her head towards the crowd as her knees gave out, legs folding from physical and emotional exhaustion. "He's... he's gone."
She cried, sobbing to herself quietly as she looked down to her sister in her arms. "Our dad is gone."
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So... Viva becomes queen. 🤪
I call it the Ascension AU. HUGE credit of inspiration to neonross_ on tiktok for their change of course trolls au!! Never would have dreamt this up without their genius. It's where brozone never broke up, and parts of it are still being revealed, so head over there and check it out!!
Might elaborate on how the plot of the first movie's plot would've developed with this change, so let me know if you guys would be interested in that! More writing and art coming soon!
#trolls#trolls 3#dreamworks#trolls band together#trolls viva#trolls poppy#trolls king peppy#trolls au#fanfic#writing#trolls ascension au
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Hi, it's Dream Anon ! It's been a while, more than a year I think ? But a lot has happened dream-wise.
After the last couple of asks I sent, where I dreamt about being "hired" to be an NPC in other people's dreams, I kept having those "dream filming" moments about every night. No fanfare, not even a discussion with that greek/norse "dream goddess".
Then, around two weeks later, I discovered I had a carbon monoxide leak in my house. You'd think that would be the end of it, weird dream happenings end up being from a CO leak, you fix it and it's gone... except that after a month of having no dreams at all, it started happening again.
That time, I was directly in the white void again, and the dream goddess said something along the lines of "Your presence cannot be delayed any longer" (in my native language). Then it was like a cutscene or autoscroll from a video game, I followed her through what looked like a corridor with many different "scenes" around us, I distinctly remember seeing one of a sort of mountainous plateau, going "Oh, that looks like a Ghibli background", and the scrolling stopping for a moment before resuming. After some time (felt like forever), we ended up in a study, she took a seat, and I did too. She said "the fish closes the laser", and without thinking I answered "Just a different way of dodging". She sighed again and said "Dodging is temporary, the fish or the laser will end. I liked the cake, though.", then I woke up.
While I still don't understand what the hell is up with the fish and the laser, I remember very distinctly the dream it's from, where my school cafeteria gave me cake with a bite taken out of it, and it makes things even weirder. Did this dream goddess take a bite out of my slice of cake in a dream years ago ? Does that mean anything ??
And that's not even the worse part ! I went to sleep pretty late on Friday night, and after waking up to the sunrise (something that usually doesn't happen as I'm not a morning person) and with a killer headache, my computer showed Sunday. To this day I'm not sure whether I really slept for 28 hours, or I lost all memory of my Saturday. I had no plans for that day, so no one could confirm what happened, and my internet history for that day was completely empty, but that's not completely unheard of since there are days where I don't boot up my computer at all.
This time I got worried I might actually have a tumor (it's not everyday you hear a supposed deity in your dreams say that something will end, and then discover you slept for a whole day straight) so I went to the doctor and explained everything, and the doc said something along the lines of "Don't care about the dreams, but we definitely have to check that hypersomnia out". I got the whole shebang done, ended up with a folder full of pictures of my brain, and... nothing unusual. I did learn I have a relatively large hippocampus compared to the average person, though.
Nothing major happened for months after that, every few days I'd get another dream acting as an NPC, sometimes I'd meet the dream goddess (which I've taken to calling "boss") and forget absolutely everything from those conversations. The white silhouette with antlers/lightning crown of thorns never got any more detailed, by the way.
Nothing wild has happened in real life so far either, sometimes when I see a silhouette in a bright light it makes me think about the dream goddess, but that's about it. No hallucinations yet !
Today I woke up thinking about documentation, and immediately remembered that I used to send you asks about those dreams. I stopped because my life got pretty chaotic while I was getting that CO leak fixed, and after that tumblr fell out of my recent websites and I completely forgot about it. I did keep a record, though, that's what I'm using to write this.
Anyway, glad I remembered, and especially glad I could clear up that radio silence after my last ask. Re-reading it, it kinda looked like I died after sending it.
Decided to have a look and see when the last one came in and I had to cheat to get the tag to show.
Dream anon tag
Hello, it's dream anon, here's an update :
The same method I used earlier worked, although I feel like I'm becoming better at noticing the dream goddess during NPC time so maybe in a few days I won't even need it. Touching my nose every minute of every waking hour is a bit tiring, and I feel like I'm gonna develop OCD if I keep this up too long.
April 28, 2022 it's been way too long.
Glad you're good, you pop into my head on occasion and I do wonder.
Got a few people over the years that drop in for a random ask here and there, they all pop in occasionally.
Had to stop when I hit the CO leak that was spooky, I'm glad there's no permanent damage from that, and you've got a big hippo camp too, that's fun.
I'm very glad to hear you're well though, that is very good news.
And if you're up for a bit of dream fun,
You want the Blue Stilton, that's the one that does it. 20 grams which is .706 ounces, so not much.
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tfw your career is so dead that you have to resort to going on australian big brother in an attempt to revive it and then you get fired from that within a day because you sexually harassed and endangered hotel quarantine staff
#don't worry i'm sure today and sunrise will have her on every morning for the rest of her stay#katie hopkins
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This is a little comfort piece for myself because I'm finally graduating, but I feel a little sad that I'm leaving a place where I felt loved, supported, and stable. It wasn't all sunshine and sweets, but I'll miss every moment that made my life the way it is and will be.
CW: None, just fluffy stuff!
Category: 🕊🐭/🌺 (SFW Fluff/Vent)
Note: This takes place in an AU where the apocalypse never happened. Also, I never read Harry's DMs so apologies if this isn't accurate to his typing style!
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Harry x Reader - Let's Graduate
Today was the last day. The last day to see your friends all together at lunch, the last day to see every teacher you liked (and didn't), the last day before you finally walked the steps to become a graduate. The morning on the bus ride was almost sorrowful, but kept well alive by the rambunctious teenagers who partied for the end of school. The driver was even cool enough to let one kid blare music from his own speaker! However, all you could focus on was the sunrise outside your window and the texts on your phone.
---Today, June 6th, 20XX---
Harry: Today's finally the day! Are you excited?
Harry: ;)
You: Well, I'm a little sad about it, really...
Harry: Aww, why? :(
You: It's gonna be the last time I see the guys all at school! Not to mention the teachers I actually like...
Harry: Tell you what, meet me at the front doors of your school after finals. We can do something to make all four years here worthwhile.
---End of Messages---
Your first final went by without a single hitch. The only one you had left was Economics, which you weren't as worried about. Walking down the halls and through the cafeteria lunch line, it only took you a few seconds to spot your usual friend group chattering about how hard their finals were.
"I only got a 70! I knew that teacher hated me!" Jay whined, Scarlette chiming in with her snarky attitude, "At least I studied more than you AND got a 100 on mine!" "You sure that you didn't earn that a different way, Scarlette?" Eugene teased, unknowingly signing himself up to become the next can of dead meat. "YOU LITTLE-"
"Guys! You're all here!" You happily took a seat at the table, ignoring the glares of the unhappy campers who still hated you after so much time. Zion, however, ruffled your hair and welcomed you next to him. "(Y/N), you have this lunch?! Awesome!!" Judy beamed, hugging you close before taking a seat to your other side. "(Y/N)! You gotta help, I made the blonde lady mad, now she's gonna kill me with hair bleach and makeup!" Eugene begged, reaching across the table to plead for your help. "I DON'T EVEN BLEACH MY HAIR, JERK!" "That's enough." Ethan picked up Eugene, setting the feisty guy down next to him, "You still have a year left to graduate."
The mention of graduation had you fiddling with your food, the only guy noticing being Lawrence studying at the lunch table. "Hey, is everything alright?" His concerned brown eyes locked onto yours, and you couldn't help but let out a few sniffles, "I'll... Be alright. I'm just going to miss this, being here and having us all be ourselves. My teachers too." You look off to the wall, a poster reading "Farewell Graduates of 20XX!" catching your eye. You had barely noticed the rest of your friend group watching you until you felt a gentle warmth from your left, then a rush of warmth to your other side. "You better promise to be friends with me after high school!" Judy pouted, holding you close to her. Lawrence chimed in, "Maybe we could do something this summer-" Zion was quick to put in his two cents, "SUMMER BREAK!" He cried out in joy, followed by Eugene and Jay excitedly banging on the table. Maybe graduating wouldn't be so bad after all...
...So why were you crying so hard in front of the school?
It was hard to leave behind the joy of a simpler time, but it was harder to leave behind four years of your life. So much growth, and now you're leaving as quick as you came. Hell, you remember the first day here, you shook so bad that you needed a friend to hold you until your nerves settled. That friend, Ethan, then introduced you to his table of oddball friends, who you grew to love after four years. You almost wish you could be here forever.
"Hey," Harry came from behind, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Still not ready to leave?" You shook your head, earning a soft sigh from him, "I know. It was hard to even get in my car and drive here to leave my school, but I think it's gonna be worth it to finally get out of here." You held your own arms, unsure of this odd future. "I'm still not ready to leave, I think I need a minute." "We can stay here as long as we need." The both of you decided to take a seat on a nearby bench, reminiscing over the great and horrible high school tales. Like that time Zion found a cockroach in his rice or when your teacher made you read a terrible poem in front of the class.
"(Y/N)?" Harry faced you, earning your attention. "Yeah?" He put a face to your chin, leaning in close. "Let's graduate together." "But the ceremony-" "I'm not talking about that kind. I want us to stay together like this. I don't want adulthood tearing us apart, I want you to be with me in this new and scary reality." He couldn't help but melt at the teary eyes that met his own, it took every bit of self control to just not pick you up and keep you in his arms forever. Your hand met his wrist and held it gently, "Are you... Asking me to be with you?" "I- Yes! No- I-i mean, I think? Ah jeez..." You giggled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "If it means having a life with you, then let's graduate!"
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Stay with me forever
Remus Lupin x Reader
Summary: After a full moon night, (Y/N) takes care of her friend and answers important questions.
Warning: fluff💕, Injuries, Self-doubt
(Misspelling, Grammatical errors, translation errors)
{please let me know if I have forgotten something.}
Words: 2305
Author note: Actually, I didn't want to upload anything else this week. But since today is the birthday of a good friend of mine and she wished that I would write this for her, I decided to publish it today. And since it's Valentine's Day today, too, it fits well.
(As always, I apologize for all misspellings, grumbling errors, and translation errors. English is not my main language)
I hope you enjoy it. 🌻
(not my GIF)
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It was a full moon night. The wind drummed on the roof and the bright light of the moon shone into the little hut at the edge of the forest. Just a few more hours and the sun would take the moon out of its service.
It could seem romantic. The bright full moon, the twinkling stars and the calming rain.
But for (Y/N) (L/N) and her boyfriend, Remus Lupin, epidemic nights were far from romantic. Such nights were characterized by fear, worry, pain, injuries and tears.
But even on these nights it wasn't just the shadow side. There were also small sparks of light. Consists of caring, tenderness, encouragement, soothing words, love and hugs.
While (Y/N) stayed at home, cooked, put the first aid kit ready and kept looking out the window at the wods, Remus was out there.
Not quite like himself. In the body of a werewolf, without control, waiting for the morning to break. There are potions that would give him control over his wolf. But they cost a lot of money, money that they didn't have.
So it stayed like that.
(Y/N) would wait and prepare everything for his return.
Remus would go to the forest before sunset and only come back after sunrise. Sometimes more, sometimes less injured. Hardly any memories of what had happened that night.
As soon as he was back, (Y/N) was ready to help. Every time again.
The moon slowly started to sink from the sky so (Y/N) made the final preparations. Hot water in a bowl next to the bed, a cup of tea, a first aid kit and of course chocolate. Everything was ready for the return of her boyfriend. She grabbed the cozy blanket from the armchair and stood by the window next to the door so, that when she saw him coming, she could come towards him.
It didn't take long before she saw the long figure of her boyfriend staggering towards her hut. Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized pollver, hunched forward and one hand on his ribs. (Y/N) moved quickly out the door and down the path towards her him. When she got to ther, she put the blanket over his shoulders and hold him up, on his upper arms. She looked into his scarred face, a few fresh wounds had appeared, and carefully ran a finger over a place of uninjured skin. "Hey love, come on let's go inside. Let me take care of you." she whispered in a soft voice and gave him an encouraging smile. He just nodded slightly, so she put one of his arms over her shoulders to support him. He briefly made a hissing noise, but then clutched her cardigan with his hand.
"You okay, darling? Do I hurt you?" the much smaller woman asked concerned and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"No ... it's okay ... it's just my ribs." he explained through gritted teeth.
She changed the position of her arm around his upper body a little so as not to touch his ribs and with the other hand she grabbed the wrist of his arm over her shoulders so that it would not slip away on the way in.
As soon as they made it to their bedroom, Remus' girlfriend helped him sit down on the bed with his back against the headbord.
"So let's take that sweater off so I can take care of your scratches and ribs." instructed (Y/N) and grabbed the hem of his top.
Remus started laughing slightly, which soon turned into a cough and gave her a tired smile. "Admit it. You just want to see me half naked."
(Y/N) suppressed a laugh and bit her lip. But it didn't quite work out. The corners of her mouth curled up and she giggled muffled.
"I don't have to admit anything. We've been together for ten years. If I want to see you naked, I have plenty of other opportunities. So let's get started. You need to rest."
Her boyfriend gave her one of those gentle smiles that made her heart melt over and over again. He leaned forward, so that she could pull the sweater over his head and then let himself fall back against the headboard with a sigh.
"Well, it doesn't look as bad as last time."
noted (Y/N) with relief and stroked gently under a wound, along his collarbone.
Remus muffled to agree and closed his eyes.
(Y/N) immediately started her work, cleaning the wounds, a little diptam essenz and bandage. Fortunately, that full moon didn't seem too bad. A few small scratches on his face, a couple on his upper body, and one on his forearm. The worst seemed to be his ribs, of which, as (Y/N) found with a quick spell, two were broken.
(Y/N) took the vial of Skele-Grow and held it in front of Remus' face.
"Broken ribs. So, bottoms up."
He screwed up his face and turned his head to one side. "I don't want to drink that stuff. It tastes awful." he protested.
She shook her head in amusement, put a hand on his cheek and turned his face back to her. "You know, sometimes you'r like a little kid. You've taken this stuff so many times. This time you can do it too. Then there is tea and chocolate and you can sleep." he sighed in resignation and then nodded. "Brave wolfi" (Y/N) giggles and pulled the cork out of the vial. Remus rolled his eyes but opened his mouth as she held the glass roll to his lips. She poured the contents into his mouth and he swallowed with narrowed eyes.
"Disgusting." he brought out and ran a hand over his mouth.
"Here, eat your chocolate."
(Y/N) held a piece of dark chocolate in front of him. He willingly opened his mouth again and managed to smile at the same time. His girlfriend giggled and put the piece on his tongue and then kissed the corner of his mouth.
While Remus continued to eat his chocolate, (Y/N) stroke with one hand through his mousey brown hair in which the first gray strands were slowly recognizable.
Not due to his age but to the pain and stress he had to go through every month.
He had been through so much in his life. At school and in the years after that he had his three best friends who had accompanied him during the full moon. From the moment she found out about his lycanthropy , she lay awake those nights and waited for the sun to rise. As soon as the sun rose she was on her way through the castle to the hospital wing, where she would wait for the four Marauders to arrive. She took care of him or just kept him company and stroked his hair. Just like now.
Not quite like now. She reminded herself.
He lost his best friends four years ago. One, James, killed by Voldemort along with his wife, Lilli. Ther son, Harry, with his terrible aunt and uncle. The other, Peter, murdered in cold blood by the third, Sirius,who is now sitting in Azkaban forever, because he had betrayed them all and killed muggles.
Now it was just the two of them.
He alone in the forest on full moon nights.
She l alone in the little cottage , waiting for his return. Always hoping he wouldn't hurt himself too badly. Taking care of him and stroking his hair as soon as he was back.
And she would always wait. Because she loves him.
When his chocolate was empty, she kissed his forehead and smiled against his skin. "You should sleep now." she whispered in a soft voice.
"Lay down with me" he whispered back and stretched out in bed, his head buried in the pillow. "Of course, always." she said in a low voice and circled the bed. On the free side, she lay on her back and turned her head in his direction to look at him.
He, too, had turned his head in her direction and looked at her through tired eyes.
"Can I put my head on your chest, hear your heartbeat." he asked softly in a hoarse voice.
"Sure, you don't have to ask." she answered, moved closer and stretched out her arms to him. He rolled over his shoulder, so that he was now lying on his stomach. One leg and arm crossed her body and his head on her chest, right above the point where he could best hear her heartbeat.
It was quiet in the small bedroom. Only the breathing of the two and the wind in the trees outside could be heard. The sunlight that came through the window enveloped the room in golden light, so that dust particles could be seen dancing through the air.
(Y/N) continued to run one hand through his hair and the other over his forearm. He was breathing steadily with his eyes closed. She thought he had fallen asleep when a quiet whispered question came from him: "Why are you doing this? Why are you staying with me? I'm a god damn monster. You should be scared of me and run away.You deserve something so much better. I have no money. I'll never get a real job. I will never be able to buy you jewelry or go to expensive restaurants with you. You should be with someone who can offer you a better life. Who doesn't turn into a bloodthirsty beast once a month." She could hear the tears in his scratchy voice, noticed how his hand craned into the fabric of her T-shirt and he pressed closer to her. She ran one hand over his wet cheek and took a deep breath.
"Because, I love you, with every fiber of my being. Because, I feel lonely without you. Because, I like to have you around, feel safe and protected with you. Because, you make me infinitely happy and every time I see you I have the feeling that my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I don't care if you have money or not. I don't care if you have lycanthropy or not. I love you because you are you, Remus. I don't want jewelry or expensive food that doesn't even taste good. All I want is you. Just you, Remus Lupin, now and as long as my heart beats. I will always take care of you because you do the same for me. You are not a monster, you are my Remus. My lovable, clever, silly, strong, polite, shy, generous, Remus. I love you for all that you are. Please don't forget that. Always." she explained in a calm, low voice and finally kissed him on the head.
It was quiet for a moment. Her spoken words hung in the room. Time passed and she was starting to get nervous while waiting for his answer.
"Stay with me forever." he whispered, his voice muffled by the fabric of her T-shirt. "Stay with me forever. Marry me and stay forever. I love you more than anything else in the world. You are the only person I have left. You are already my family, my home. I am ready to give you everything I have in the hope that it will be enough for you. So please marry me and stay forever."
(Y/N) was amazed. She had dreamed of marrying him one day. They had already shared ten years of their life together and she was ready to spend all other years with him as well. She smiled from ear to ear and now tears were running down her cheeks too. " YES YES YES. Of course I will." she replied happily her voice mixed with a happy sob. Remus propped himself up and brought his face over hers. "Yes?" he asked again and she nodded vigorously and put her arms around his neck. He too smiles happily and pressed his lips to hers for a kiss full of love.
"Thx" he whispered against her lips, and continued kissing her with all the love he felt for her. After a few seconds, he pulled his head back a few inches to look her in the eye and admitted, "I don't have a ring."
She giggled slightly and put her hands around his face. "I don't need a ring. Just you."
Remus smiled down at her and kissed her whole face, lastly her lips, on which he got stuck.
They just kissed for a while, the taste of tears, chocolate and tea on their lips, surrounded by their love for one another.
After a while they parted the kiss. Remus put his head back on her chest one arm and one leg over her body and pulled her very tightly against him. "My future Mrs Lupin. I love you." he whispered to her with a tired voice. It was time to go to sleep. He still wasn't recovered from the night he'd been through. But that was okay with him. Now he was engaged to the woman who loved. It was worth the loss of some sleep for him.
"I love you too, my future husband." she whispered back and put both arms around him. One of her hands brushed his hair again. Not long afterwards they both fell asleep. Both with a satisfied smile on their lips, snuggled very close to each other.
Both ready for what the future may bring as long as they had each other.
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falling with grace | i
Summary → lilah’s a newly single mom, tom is her charming english co-star
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Warnings → mentions of divorce, hints to anxiety and anxious behaviors, fluff
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The sun is unruly in it’s entry, wild in the background. Blonde wisps of hair blow into her face routinely and a little hand comes up to rub sleep from her eyes. The sky is a canvas of wild pastels, the morning just barely upon New York.
Lilah smiles gently as she rubs a delicate pattern into her daughter's warm skin, hoping to keep the toddler asleep for at least another hour or so. Her eyes catch sight of a crew member off in the distance. They’re preparing for a busy few weeks, though things are never anything but organized on warner brothers sound stages as they produce marvel magic.
Lilah breathed out a gentle sigh of relief when she felt her daughter's weight drop, and the telltale steady breaths dance across her neck. She shifted her bag up higher onto her shoulder, escaping the early morning sunrise into her trailer. As always, Lilah leaves the door open, anticipating the arrival of her co-star. The sun brightened her trailer as it rose fully, the sky a brilliant bright blue that teasingly reminded her of what is not yet the past.
"Hey." Zendaya greets in a whisper, "You've got Gray today?"
The toddler is sprawled out in a pack-in-play, wisps of blonde hair unruly with sleep. Zendaya frowns, watching closely as the façade Lilah built crumbles. The older blonde buries her head in her hands, heaving a heavy and heartbroken sign.
"William’s plane got delayed. He doesn't know when he'll be up to get her." Lilah ranted, lifting her head only to glance over at her sleeping toddler. This entire situation wasn’t fair to her.
The stress of a divorce, motherhood, and a movie had been weighing Lilah down for months, and the perfect life she constructed for herself and her daughter seemed to be falling apart. Even then, Lilah tried to make the best of her less-than-ideal situation.
"I'm always here if you need me, Li," Zendaya reminded with a small smile of encouragement, grabbing onto Lilah’s hands and giving them both a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to do this alone."
Lilah returned the smile, letting silence speak for her. She was never good with dependency and communication, but with Zendaya as her support system, she didn’t have to be. The two actresses went over their sides, wordlessly supporting one another.
"Good Morning.” Tom peeked his head into the trailer, a warm smile on his face. Lilah couldn’t help but smile back at him.
Lilah couldn’t help but notice that the English actor was dressed in grey sweatpants, white strings hanging untied, and a white tank top that perfectly showcased his defined biceps. A blush traveled up Lilah’s neck, and she forced her eyes away from Tom before he could notice that she was staring.
"Hey. How's Tessa?" Zendaya asked, looking up from her sides to greet Tom. He took a seat on the couch opposite the two girls, a luminescent grin brightening his features as he caught sight of the princess sporting toddler sprawled out in the pack-n-play.
Tom’s throat went dry while he racked his memory for who Tessa was. He’d been lost in a thought, one that involved himself and Lilah hours away from New York. He scolded himself for running away with the thought, pulling his gaze from Grace and instead refocusing on Zendaya with a boyish blush he hopes she won’t notice.
"She’s healing, keeps running into the walls though." He let out a small, nervous chuckle, scratching at the back of his neck. Lilah and Zendaya both quirk an eyebrow at him, but before they can ask, a head pops into the trailer and calls both women to makeup.
Lilah bites her lip, watching her daughter’s back rise and fall with the gentle motion of sleep. “Do you want me to stay with her?” Tom asks softly, picking up on the uncertainty in Lilah’s posture.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Tom. I’ll just take her with me.” Lilah advances towards the pack-n-play somewhat possessively, distress in her eyes as she looks startled by Tom's offer.
Tom smiles at the young mother, absolutely amazed by her strength, yet wishing she would let him in. “Don’t worry about it, Lies.”
“Are you sure?” She falters, eyes falling upon Grace with guilt. She feels bad leaving her daughter in somebody else’s care, especially now, while she’s in the middle of a divorce. “I don’t want you to feel like you half to--”
“I don’t.” Tom shakes his head, a soft promise in the words he’s spoken. “Let me help you, yeah?”
Lilah, though reluctantly, nods her head in agreement.
— ☆ —
Lilah smiled softly at Zendaya, finding the taller girl already set up in the hair and makeup trailer. Her mind was still heavy on Tom and Grace, but she tried to refocus her energy on the day of work ahead of her.
“You know, Tom is really good with her.” Zendaya mimed, looking over at Lilah with a gentle smile as to not seem like she was intending to overstepping. Nobody really knew where the boundaries were with Lilah, especially now. “I’m pretty sure they had a tea party last week.”
Lilah grinned. Her daughter was fascinated with the little british mannerisms Tom and Harry carried, and both brothers were more than willing to play-up their accents. It was no great surprise that they had taken it a step further and had a tea party with her toddler. Lilah's heart swelled at the thought, her cheeks turning crimson. Worries of William had fallen behind her for the time being, and a gentle happiness returned to her heart.
Zendaya smiled, seeing the soft switch in Lilah. They’d been friends for years, even prior to their entry in the MCU, but things with William had really taken a toll on Lilah; even before she had filed for divorce. Zendaya was glad to see that happiness hadn’t completely abandoned her.
"It's lively in here today." Jake smiled when he came in, his entrance just barely heard over Lilah and Zendaya.
For the first time in days, Lilah smiled fully and authentically; dimples carving into her cheeks that had begun to ache from laughing so hard. She felt tetherless, for the first time in weeks like absolutely nothing was holding her down.
The makeup artists finished up on her shortly after Jake came in. She smiled thickly at both of her co-stars, standing up from the makeup chair with a gentle groan, wincing at the way her thighs had stuck to the seat.
“Alright. See you later.” She waved, laughing softly when Jake insisted on kissing her head before she left to find Tom.
— ☆ —
When Lilah walked into her trailer, she smiled seeing Tom asleep on the couch. His shoes had been kicked off, and it looked like he had tried to throw a blanket over himself before he fell asleep. She couldn’t blame him, it was only slightly past eight in the morning.
She had picked up her costume on the way back to her trailer, and without making too much noise, she slipped past Tom and Grace to change. On her way to the bathroom, she fixed the blanket over Tom’s naked shoulders, grinning at the way he subconsciously curled into the soft cotton.
Acting was an escape for Lilah. She’d started when she was only young, through musicals and local commercial auditions, and somehow, she’d gotten her chance.
"Oh, hey." Tom yawns, sitting up on the couch, dropping the blanket into his lap. Lilah smiled amusedly at him, offering a shy smile and a wave.
She sits down opposite Tom, picking up the sides that had been half-heartedly highlighted the previous night. “Thanks for watching her.” She diverts her attention to the lines she knows three times over, avoiding Tom’s heavy stare on her. “It’s just, she was meant to be with William, and things came up for him. Everything was so last minute, and I couldn’t find anyone--”
“It’s no problem, Li. If you need someone for tomorrow, I’m free.” Tom disregarded Lilah’s babbling, reaching forward to squeeze her knee. He hated when she got like this; so inwardly shy and ashamed of her life.
He wished she had at least a small understanding of how admirable and strong she truly is. She doesn’t see herself the way he sees her, though, and it tears him apart inside.
This was Lilah. His sweet best friend that was losing herself in a divorce. She’s really just a kid, but she’s got her own child to worry about before herself, and Tom worries. He wonders when the last time somebody looked out for her was. Tom wanted to help her in any way that he could, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He knew what this could look like. Like, he was trying to make a move while she was at her lowest, but that’s not the reality of his intentions at all.
"That would be really helpful." Lilah shyly admits, tempted to throw her arms around Tom and let herself melt into his chest, but she barely restrains herself, settling for squeezing at his hand that still rests on her thigh. "Are you sure that's how you want to spend your day off? What about Harry?"
Lilah hates burdening others with Grace, especially her friends. She’s suffered enough scrutiny from the media, not even to begin on her own amplified concerns and anxieties towards parenting.
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure. She's an angel, Li." Tom smiled, nodding towards Grace who is still sound asleep in the pack-n-play. He searches Lilah’s eyes, finding gentle flicks of yellow twisted into green.
Lilah’s eyes are his new favorite color.
"Thank you. For everything." Lilah reaches forward, hugging Tom and relishing in the way his arms wrap tightly around her middle. Tom doesn’t make any objections to Lilah’s affection, wishing he could hold her like this every day.
He doesn’t know what he feels for Lilah, but he knows she belongs in his arms, and he never wants to let her go.
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Journal Entry #15
Yuri
Hello, everyone! Yuri here.
You were probably expecting Victor to be the one to give you the mountain tour, right? Normally, I'm sure he’d be more than happy to do it, but he's a little too excited to focus right now.
He hasn't quite calmed down since he got his new snowboard, which, if you know Victor, will most likely not come as much of a surprise to you. He actually wanted to sleep with it next to his bed last night, and yesterday he was preoccupied with thinking up a name for it.
It’s called ‘Elsa’, just for your information, so if in future you hear him say he’s going on the trails with her, don’t worry. It’s not a girl, or at least not a girl person, and Elsa is still his number two obsession. I have it on good authority that the number one spot belongs to me. If that weren't the case, Elsa and I might have a problem.
Fortunately for Victor, I accept that he's essentially a ten year old trapped in a grown man's body, and that some of the things he does are just going to defy logic and common sense. His quirks are harmless, though, and if they make him happy, why should I try to make him change? His childishness is part of his charm.
Last night, I didn't even argue when he said Elsa was spending the night in his room rather than in the downstairs closet where we keep our other snowboards and all the other winter sports equipment. I told him that as long as the snowboard stayed on the floor, he could have both me and Elsa in his room for the night and everything would be fine.
Since today is Saturday, and neither of us have to work, we planned to spend most of the day on the mountain today, if the weather was good. It'd been raining through the week, so although I'd picked up our new snowboards earlier, we haven't had a chance to try them before now.
I knew when we went to bed that we'd be getting up early today. The problem was, I forgot that the combination of Victor being a morning person and being excited about something usually makes for an earlier start than I'd prefer.
He woke me before sunrise with, "Guess what, Yuri? It's not raining. It's time to get up."
When I wake up, it takes me a while to start feeling fully conscious. I remember mumbling something like, "Still dark. Don't wanna."
"It's snowboarding time. You want to do that, right?"
"Mm-hmm... but the mountain'll still be there later."
"Yuri..." He drew out the syllables of my name in a plaintive whine. "I've been waiting all week, you know."
"I know. Me too," i said. "But, can we please just stay in bed until the sun comes up?"
"But, I can't sleep," he said.
"Okay, but can you let me sleep?"
Apparently deciding that whining wasn't going to get him anywhere, he put his hand on my back and began to massage in between my shoulder blades in exactly the way he knows I like. "If you're going to be all bossy and make us both stay in bed for another hour, you're not sleeping," he said.
Without meaning to, I let out a small, nonverbal whine of my own. I don’t know what it is about that spot, but I always have so much muscle tension there, and Victor knows how to release it every time. I felt like I wanted to melt under his hand.
“Why are you like this?”
“Are you complaining?” he said.
“No, but using your body to manipulate me is just unfair.”
“Oh,” he said, failing hard at his attempt to sound innocent. “Am I doing that?”
“You’re the worst,” I said. “Working your magic on me like that isn’t going to make me do what you want. I’m still not getting up.”
“Fine, then. We can lie here and talk. How about you tell me what you want for breakfast so I can, you know, visualize my culinary masterpiece or whatever."
"I don't want—" I began
"Not the correct answer," he said. "No going on the mountain without breakfast. That's the rule."
"All right," I said. "You can surprise me. And I'm going back to sleep."
"Without even responding to this generous offer of cuddling?" he said, fingers still moving purposefully. "I can work on all your other favourite spots.”
“Okay, but only the ones you can do without making me move, and... Mmm…” He’d already glided his hand further down toward my lower back. “Yes, like right there.”
“So, you’re basically asking for the best back rub ever, then? I mean, that’s totally doable. Like, I need to have something to occupy me if I'm not allowed to leave the bed for another hour anyway, don’t I?”
"You're impossible, Victor," I said, but wasn’t about to refuse his offer, and I didn't bother to tell him that I hadn't actually said he couldn't get up.
Sometimes, the best edge one can have is to take advantage of other people's inability to pay attention to the details of a conversation. I considered myself to have won all around. I was able to get more sleep, and I'd convinced Victor that he needed to stay with me and snuggle, and we'd get to go snowboarding at a sensible time of day.
In the end, Victor fell asleep again too, despite all his protests about not being able to. To my amusement, he drifted off before I did, mumbling against my shoulder, "Wasn’t s’posed to be sleepy. This's all your fault, Yuri."
You see what I have to put up with?
We both woke up again around seven o’clock, and I felt much better prepared to start the day at that point. Victor made oatmeal, scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. I had a protein bar instead of eggs, but I asked Victor to let me try a few bites of his. At that, his face looked like somebody had just told him he’d won the lottery, honestly. He fed me with his own fork, which is typically a serious breach of good manners here, but nobody at the table seemed to care. Dr. Nelson looked so proud, I thought she might cry.
I’ve been making more of an effort to eat different foods lately. Normally, I wouldn’t have eggs at breakfast. In the morning is when I’m least enthusiastic about eating, and I mostly stick to foods that are easy for me to tolerate, Victor says he thinks one of my problems isn’t that I can’t eat certain things, but that I’ve built a habit of avoiding them. He could be right, so now I’m trying to push my boundaries a little, attempting to see if any of those habits can be broken safely and without too much stress.
The egg tasted good and didn’t cause me any discomfort. I felt encouraged.
Small victories, I thought.
After breakfast, we headed up the mountain. Victor only asked me twice if I was feeling okay, which may have been another small success, because he’s generally far more solicitous. I would’ve expected him to be a lot more worried after having seen me eat something out of the ordinary, but I concluded that maybe he was starting to relax a little about it. Then again, he just may have been too distracted by the prospect of his first run on his new board to be as attentive to me as usual.
To our surprise, when we stopped to look at the public notice board to check the trail conditions, we discovered the expert run was open. Needless to tell you, Victor was thrilled about that. As if he wasn’t already overexcited, he was practically bouncing up and down next to me.
“We have to go there first!”
“I thought you said you didn’t want me to do the expert run,” I said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t say you couldn’t. You’re ready to conquer the world today, Yuri. I can just tell.”
“Is this about breakfast?”
“It’s about fearlessness!” He flung his arms out in an expansive gesture. “Small stuff like an egg, big stuff like a steep trail… it doesn’t matter. If you’re not afraid to try, who knows what awesome thing might happen?”
A bit over the top, but I had to admit he made a good point.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“Yes!” he said. “I’ll go first, and you can follow me down, okay?”
“Okay.”
I guess nobody else on the mountain was as crazy as us, because when we got to the top of the run, we were the only ones there.
Victor gazed down the mountainside with a gleam in his eyes that might have been mistaken for worshipful desire if he'd been looking at a person. His face had softened into a kind of adoring smile that I'm sure he saves only for me and for his beloved Yukimatsu. I've only ever seen it when we're alone, or when he’s ‘communing with the mountain’, as he likes to say.
"Fresh powder," he said softly, as if he were praying to some deity. "And I'm going to be the first one on it."
It was fascinating to observe him in the next few minutes. For someone who'd been literally vibrating with unused energy only a short time ago, now he seemed preternaturally calm. He laid his board gently and almost reverently on the ground, then pulled off a glove and placed his bare palm on the board for a second. He whispered something, but I couldn't catch what it was.
Glove back in place, he snapped one boot into the bindings of his board, and turned to look over his shoulder at me.
"Okay," he said. "Now, I'm ready."
I smiled. Clearly, he was ready, no question. I said, "Don't let me hold you back."
"You have to watch me, okay? You're going to watch, right?"
"Yes," I said. "I'll be watching. I'll follow you down in a few minutes."
"Be careful."
"You be careful, too. You're the one who takes all the risks."
"Because I love it," he said gleefully, as he snapped his other boot into place. "And I'll bet Elsa's going to love it, too. I have a super good feeling about her." He glanced down at his board and gave a tiny nod. "Ready, Elsa?"
The board, of course, did not respond. At least not that I could tell. Victor may have heard something that was only perceptible to him, in his head.
"Try not to—"
But, it was pointless to tell him anything about not getting carried away. I realized that the moment he took off.
The first part of this particular trail has a sharp incline, and he dropped over the edge with an exuberant shout of, "Woo... yeah! We got this, Elsa! You are the queen!"
I love watching Victor on the slopes. He's powerful and beautiful and absolutely fearless. I may tease him for naming his boards, but I know why he does it. To him, his snowboard isn’t just an object or a tool; it’s a partner, a sleek extension of his body’s beauty, and an instrument of his power. In combination, they are an amazing sight to behold.
Anyone watching him can see how passionate he is about the sport, and how talented he is. He rode in competitions back home in Canada and he competes here, and he’s got the medals and trophies to show for it. But, even though he enjoys competing and he does well, I think what really drives him isn't a need to be the best or to win anything. I think, for him, it's the freedom and the thrill of flying down the mountainside. Yukimatsu itself is his only true competitor. He's determined to take on any challenge the mountain can create, and to emerge as... Well, as the victor, for lack of a better word.
I stared at him until he rounded a bend in the trail and I couldn’t see him any more. Then, I started my own descent. I didn’t take off with a yell like he did, but I was crying out with joy on the inside.
I was ten years old when I tried snowboarding for the first time, about the same age as my baby sister Yuki is right now, and I don't think I'd be exaggerating if I said it changed my life. Before snowboarding, I was a lonely, sheltered kid who was afraid of everything and everyone. The biggest risk I ever took before that first time on a snowboard was sledding down the tiny hills at the foot of Yukimatsu with my older cousin, Aiko. She was my babysitter, and she was also my only friend.
One afternoon, Aiko took me and my other sister Hana, who was five at the time, up to the bunny slope. She wanted to practice with her new skis, and she said Hana and I could play with my sled nearby, as long as she could see us.
While I was trying to pull Hana around on the sled, a boy I didn't know came up to us. He was around my age. He introduced himself as Takahiro Suzuki, and told me that his family had just moved to Mt. Komorebi from Kyoto, and he was looking for people to be friends with. He'd already met some other boys, he told me, and they'd all signed up for a snowboarding lesson that very afternoon, and would I like to come too? I wasn't sure I wanted to, but Aiko, who'd just finished her ski run, overheard the conversation and encouraged me to try it. So, off I went with my new friend Taka.
There were four of us in that first group lesson; Taka, Seiji, me and another boy called Ren. With helmets, boots and boards borrowed from the recreation association, we were a motley quartet of shrill voices and flailing arms as we tried to find our footing on the gentle bunny slope.
By the end of the afternoon, I knew I'd found my place on the mountain. All the yoga and Tai Chi that my mother had made me practice to improve my strength had given me an advantage in balance and movement that the other boys didn't have, and I relished the seemingly contradictory feelings of control and liberation I experienced as I slid down the hill. Looking back on it, my first successful run on the bunny slope seems silly now, but to ten year old me, it was an enormous accomplishment, and made me feel like I had power for the first time in my life.
Look at me now, little Yuri, is what I wished I could say to my child self as I zipped down the steepest slope on Yukimatsu. Thank you for being so courageous that day. You made this possible.
After a few exhilarating, heart-stopping runs down that treacherous incline, even Victor admitted he needed a break. We went back to the public square for something to eat and some of our favourite sage green tea. I wish I could figure out how to make sage tea taste as good at home as it does on the mountain, but maybe you have to be exhausted from exercise to fully appreciate the flavour.
While we were in line to get a snack, I noticed a poster for climbing lessons. I knew Victor had been wanting to sign up for the full climbing course offered by the recreation association, but it was expensive and required gear. This lesson was free, and the poster said it was safe and easy enough that gloves, good boots and ski or snowboard helmets were acceptable equipment.
I thought that it might be a good way to pass the afternoon, so I suggested it to Victor.
"Are you sure?" he said. "Do you think you can climb?"
"Only one way to find out," I said.
He frowned a little. "But, what if you get hurt? You could fall, or strain a muscle, or..."
I laughed. "Victor! Are you even listening to yourself right now? You had absolutely no problem with me boarding down the most ludicrously dangerous slope on this mountain not once, but three times this morning, and now you're worried about me trying to climb a little rock formation?"
"Yeah, but it's different," he said.
"Come on," I said. "I thought you told me that today was my day to conquer the world."
"I guess I did say that, didn't I?"
"Did you mean it?"
"Of course I meant it."
"So, will you please try climbing with me?"
His inner conflict was visible in his eyes, but the moment he beamed at me and his smile lit up his entire face, I knew which side had won. "Yeah!" he said. "Let's do it."
I just want to say for the record, climbing is hard work. I fell off the rock a couple of times, and I know I'm going to have some impressive bruises tomorrow. If I'm being honest, I fully expect that I won't even be able to get out of bed tomorrow and Victor will probably have to help me with almost everything, but for the moment, I'm not even worried about it. I'm still riding the adrenaline high.
I'm pleased to say that after a few false starts, I made it all the way to the top. Victor, not surprisingly, turned out to be a natural born climber. He loved it, and I'm sure he'll be saving his money to take the full climbing course after this.
When I reached the top, Victor was there, waiting for me. He grabbed me and pulled me into a warm, zealous hug.
"Yuri! You were awesome!" he exclaimed. "I kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay, but I guess I was worried for nothing. You're brave and amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
This was the sort of comment that would usually embarrass me and make me want to deny it, but in that moment, I really did feel brave and amazing. I never would have dreamed of doing something like climbing before, much less would I have been the one to suggest it in the first place. Yet, somehow, there I was, flushed and exhausted and triumphant, at the top of a small rock formation I'd scaled all by myself with no hand up from anyone.
Today may not have been my day to conquer the world, but I think I conquered something far more important. Today, I told my fear that it would not — could not — win. I know it's not gone forever. My anxiety and fear will always be there, lurking around some shadowy corner, but maybe I'm slowly learning that hiding from the things that scare me isn't the answer. I have to take a step forward and say to my fear, I acknowledge you, but I won’t let you take my power.
Today, it was eggs and a rock outcrop. Tomorrow, who knows?
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My Brain Just Won’t Shut Up
Imagine
↳ When your brain just won't be quiet and his comfort is all you needed.
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou × Fem!Reader
TW: Anxiety kinda
Word Count: 1.9k
My mind won't quiet itself. It never stops shouting. I can hear their laughs. Their mocking words and threats.
I shifted in my bed again, trying to find a comfier spot. Maybe it'd quiet the voices in my head. It was almost five in the morning and I couldn't find myself in the blissfulness of sleep. Instead, I lay in bed, wide awake.
"Hey, Loser."
"You're so stupid and weak."
"Why are you still here?"
"No one loves you. Even your mom left you."
My mind won't quit. The events of the past kept popping up. Embarrassing moments, dumb things I'd done, mean things people have said and so on.
I felt tears fall down my cheeks and past the bridge of my nose. I just wanted it to stop. I don't want to remember. I curled myself into a ball, covering my ears as I whispered to myself, "Shut up." Over and over again. Nothing seemed to make it stop.
It was a never-ending battle.
The only pro in this disaster is the fact it was Saturday. I could sleep till three in the afternoon if I pleased. That was if I could fall asleep.
I let out a shaky breath as I sat up and rubbed my eyes free of tears. The room was dark, except for my nightlight in the corner outlet and the dim sunrise light coming through my closed blinds. I let my feet carry me to the door and down the corridor to the elevator.
Perhaps a drink of water would help. Or a snack. Something to occupy me.
As I left the elevator, I cursed at the loud ding. Rather annoying. I heard the clatter of dishes being moved and the small curses accompanied with it. Peering over to the kitchen space, I found a shadow in the low light of the sunrise scavenging through the cupboards.
"Hello?" I questioned. The shadow jumped, knocking over the cup beside them. "L/n?" Kirishima's red hair came to my view. I smiled slightly. "Hey. What are you doing up so early?" I asked, walking over to help with the small mess of water made after the cup fell over.
"Uh, I was a little thirsty. Thought I'd get some water. What about you?" I avoided his gaze and shrugged. "Same here." Though it wasn't the full truth, it wasn't a full lie. I was a little thirsty.
And hungry.
"Ah, okay." I grabbed my own cup of water and an orange and walked over to the table to sit. Kirishima soon joined, sitting right beside me. I smiled over to him and sipped at my water.
"What are your plans for today?" he asked, letting his cup clink against the table. "Uh, nothing much. Do some studying, maybe, What about you?" He smiled wide. "I was hoping to have a movie marathon tonight with the squad."
"Sounds fun. Which series are you guys planning to watch?" I asked as I peeled my orange. "You guys? Are you not coming?" I chuckled. "I thought you said it was the squad. I'm not part of the bakusquad, last I checked. I'm a loner in between everyone else's gangs."
Kirishima let a small whine out. His lips pouted out and his eyes teared up. Fake tears, of course. "I-I thought you were apart of our squad! L/n? Do you not love us?" I laughed. I loved small moments like these. "Of course I do! How could I not love you guys? I just didn't think I was part of it."
"Well, you are. Deal with it." Kirishima pouted his lips out and giggled. "Okay, okay, I surrender. I'm part of the oh-so-amazing bakusquad." Kirishima laughed lightly. "Well I'm gonna head back to bed. See you later, L/n." I waved goodbye as he left to his side of the building.
I sighed. This was nice.
It was already five in the evening. I had gotten in five hours of sleep after my conversation with Kirishima. He let my mind drift to more fun, better moments in my life. I even got an hour-long nap before diner. I had a strange dream during that hour, though.
My father told me a man was crushed to death by an overly large baby. Weird.
Now, I sat in Ashido's dorm room on her bed as we prepared to watch a bunch of our favourite movies. Kirishima sat beside me on the bed sharing a blanket with Bakugou on his other side (It was a miracle he was here). Denki, Ashido and Sero shared a few blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the bed.
"What movie first?" Sero asked. "Doesn't matter to me," Kirishima said. "Mine first!" Denki shouted, going to play his movie on Ashido's computer. "Please don't be anything stupid," I muttered. "Don't worry, Cutie! It's a great action, car chasing type movie. Very funny."
"Cutie? The fuck? Who you talking to?" I snickered. He smirked at me. "Well, of course, the finest woman in this room." I chuckled. "Mina, he's talking to you." She blushed, laughing. "You sure? I think it's you. I mean, have you seen yourself? You're a total hottie!"
I laughed. "She's right, you know," Kirishima whispered. I giggled bashfully. "Well, guess I should say you're pretty hot too," I whispered back, smiling at him.
"Shut the fuck already! Do your flirting elsewhere." Bakugou grumbled. I giggled sheepishly. "Sorry, Sparky. Anyways, on with the movie!"
The third movie came to an end. I was wrapped in a burrito-like blanket barrier. I munched on chips as I watched the credits. "That was good," Sero stated, yawning. "but I'm exhausted. Anyone wanna go to sleep now?"
Bakugou had left after the second movie, so Ashido had joined us on the bed. "I could go for some shut-eye! I need my beauty sleep, you know." She said and leaned into me, sneaking a few chips from my bag. Rude. "Why don't you guys stay the night, just for the hell of it? A slumber party!"
"That's genius," Denki mumbled. I shook my head. "Iida will be all over us when he finds out." Denki groaned. "What's the worst that could happen? There's five of us. What would we do? Have a fivesome?" I snorted.
"Or cause a hell load of trouble and noise, waking up all of Japan and maybe be the reason the world ends." Denki glared. "That's a little excessive." I shrugged. "It could happen."
"Come on! Please! It'll be fun!" I sighed. "Okay, okay. I'm in."
"I'm in too!"
"Me three."
"Me four."
"Yes! Should we get Bakugou?" I huffed. "He'd kill us in his sleep. And I highly doubt he'll want to." I pointed out. "I'll still ask." Kirishima said. "So kind." I muttered. He chuckled.
"He said no." He stated after a few minutes. I laughed. "Called it." Ashido raised from the bed. "Well, if you guys are staying the night, I need to go do my nightly routine first. I'll be right back. L/n, coming with?" I growled. "I'm comfy, though."
She giggled, trying to unwrap me from my burrito blanket. "No! Stop! Mina!" I let out whines as she dragged me from the warmth of the bed and blankets. "It's so cold!"
"You're such a baby."
It was well past three in the morning and the other four had already gone to sleep.
Denki snored from his spot on the floor with Sero. Ashido was on her bed puffed out in a starlike position. Kirishima was beside me, a bit of drool falling from his mouth. I giggled. The light from the pink lamp illuminating his face nicely.
"So cute," I whispered. I pushed away a stray hair from his closed eyes and sighed. He's so beautiful. "L/n?"
I shrieked in surprise as Kirishima's eyes cracked open. Kirishima shushed me quickly. "You'll wake up the others!" I glanced around and sure enough, the others shifted in their sleep, though none of them showed signs of being awake.
"What are you doing up?" He asked in a whisper, sitting up. "Couldn't sleep." I shrugged. After rubbing his eyes and giving a yawn, he stared me down. "Why are you staring?" I asked, feeling myself become self-conscious.
"Wanna talk about it?" I raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He gave a warm and gentle smile. "L/n, I'm dumb but I'm not stupid. I can see you're clearly bothered by something. You've been tired a lot more these days. I almost started mistaking you for Mr. Aizawa."
I muffled a giggle behind my hand. "I'm not that bad, am I?" The redhead nodded. "You still look cute, though." I blushed. "You really wanna know?" Kirishima's hand rubbed my thigh slowly in a show of comfort. I placed my hand on his and leaned closer to his body. I want his warmth.
He gently grabbed my arm and placed them around his waist. I did the same with my other arm and fell into his chest. His hands rubbed slow circles onto the small of my back now. His body radiated warmth and comfort. I could smell his shampoo from the shower he had yesterday. His breath tickled my neck as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck.
"Take your time." He said against my skin. The contact sending a small shiver down my spine. The things he does to me.
"My brain won't shut up," I said quietly. I eyed the three others in their spots. Denki pulled Sero into his arms and let out a small snore. Those two were only friends, but they had more chemistry than my aunt and uncle.
"What is it saying?" Kirishima asked. I sighed. Maybe it's time to confine to him about my troubles.
"It's shouting about every mistake I've made." Kirishima's hold tightened on my waist and his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Everyone makes mistakes, you know. It's okay. You should have told me sooner. I'd stop everything I'm doing to help you."
I let out a small cry. "I'm sorry." My heart was loud in my ears. I've wanted him to hold me close like this for so long, but not in this type of situation. "Don't be." I leaned in more (if that was possible) and tightened my grip on him. It was a miracle none of the others woke up.
My tears stopped and I pushed back from his embrace. "Didn't realize I needed to vent that out." I laughed quietly, relieved. "I'm happy to help. Whenever, wherever." I caressed his cheek. He leaned into my touch and smiled a toothy grin.
My heart pounded in my chest. His gentle gaze and warm smile was so comforting and beautiful and perfect.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, almost too quiet even for myself to hear.
"Not as beautiful as you."
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MALEC. ➰ DON'T LET ME GO.
This story takes place between episode 3Bx15 & 3Bx16.
I adapted the story and put my own thoughts & ideas into to it. What are MALEC up to when you don’t see them on screen?
*(Part 2 of my series: our heart beats like one)
Mmm... I love to feel his warm bare chest underneath me. His fine and soft dark chest hair like a fluffy pillow on my cheek, which tickles my nose every now and then when I move my head, to cuddle up to him. The familiar aroma of... of what exactly? It's hard to describe, but it's my favorite fragrance. Not like shampoo, perfume or laundry detergent, no. It is his own body odor. The scent, you only get to smell on your partner in the mornings, before he makes himself fresh and tidy for the rest of the world. Magnus loved this fragrance. It's a scent that evokes the memory of a cool sunrise in spring season. The feeling of love and secureness.
As Magnus lies there half asleep, he slowly noticed that something wasn't right anymore. The warmth and the fragrance he loved so much, slowly faded away. He reluctantly opened his eyes and winked the sleep away as he looked around without moving. He was in Alec's room at the New York Institute. He remembered falling asleep in Alec's arms, one more thing he loved. He slept so well in Alec's arms, as he hadn't for years. Carefree and happy. But where was Alec? Magnus lay across the bed, taking up the whole space and his head was carefully draped on a pillow. Alec didn't want to wake him up and exchanged his warm muscular chest with his pillow. Also very cuddly Magnus had to admit, but no comparison to Alec's soft fragrant skin. As he raised his head, he looked up directly into Alec's already freshly washed face. "You sleep ok?" Alec asked worried. Magnus stretched as he answered "like a rock." Alec looked at him in a mix of nervousness and expectation so that Magnus wondered what he had overlooked, until his eyes moved over the bed and he noticed the romantic gesture of his boyfriend. A smile crossed his face. How was it possible that this man could always surprise him over and over again? In front of him was a tray with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a small bouquet of flowers. The glass was filled to the top, not like Magnus' attempt from last week. When he could only squeeze enough juice from two oranges to reach the middle of the glass. "Oh. Freshly squeezed orange juice and a full glass. "He grinned at the memory. Alec blushed a little red but tried to suppress it. "One of the perks of living at the institute," he said with a smile. Magnus nodded impressed, but his attention was yet on the forced question, forming itself in bold capital letters, inside of his head . It was by law not allowed for Warlocks to be in the institute. Nor to live there. Although he welcomed the loving offer to stay here until he had found a new home as well as the confident manner his boyfriend showed, but they both knew that this, also if only a temporary situation, was pretty tricky. Magnus didn't want to get Alec into trouble by staying here longer than necessary. Alec tore him out of his thoughts. "Come on, get out of bed. Breakfast stops serving at 9am." Theatrically, Magnus let himself fall back into the bed. Why did shadowhunters have to get up so early? No wonder most of them were always in such a bad mood. And walking into a warlock in this early hour must be the icing on the cake. So he started a half-hearted attempt to convince Alec that they didn't necessarily had to have breakfast with the others in the community hall. “Alexander, I appreciate the hospitality, but doesn't the clave have rules against downworlders living here?“ His boyfriend looked at him with that peevish smile as he hesitated “oh they‘re not rules, they‘re suggestions.“ Magnus sighed, his Alexander, who interpreted his life according to the rules is now only looking at them as a recommendation? He didn't want Alec to bend himself completely because of him. That just wasn't right, and yet his statement triggered a comforting feeling in Magnus. Alec went on to say, "You're not living at the institute, you're just visiting for an extended period of time." his arguments weren't bad, Magnus thought, but he hated to be the outsider. Not that he cared what others thought, but what if Alec suddenly felt uncomfortable? Magnus asked him "and what would your fellow shadowshunters think of a warlock wandering the halls?" "They'd be fine with it Alec clarified in a calm tone. "Let's go." With these last challenging words he turned around and disappeared through the door to brush his teeth in the bathroom. Magnus sat undecided on the bed for a moment. He urgently needed another apartment, but his real estate agent had died years ago. But his good friend Cat has recently moved, so Madzie could have her own room. He took out his phone and wrote her a short text message:
Wanna have lunch today? I could need your help...
Do you know a good real estate agent in New York? 🏠
Cat answered almost immediately. Magnus was looking at his phone while it indicated that Cat was about to formulate a message.
Yes sure, I have break at 12.30am. You can wait outside the hospital.
Are you and Alec already taking the next step? 🐾
Magnus read the message and rolled his eyes in amusement.
He had told her that Alec had asked him a few weeks ago to move in with him and that he had refused his request. She agreed with Magnus that it was too early. But in the meantime, Magnus himself wasn't so sure about his decision anymore. With Alec everything felt so good and right. He had never dared to take that step before, but if he did, he could only imagine this scenario with Alec. Since losing his loft, he'd thought about asking Alec several times. Ask him if they wanted to look at apartments together and maybe even wanted to move in together. But he was too unsure, what if Alec didn't wanted that anymore? He still remembers how hurt his shadowhunter had looked at him, when he said it would be a nice idea for the future. Magnus had considered his decision as the best in that moment. But now he wasn't so sure anymore, so he didn't ask. He answered Cat with a maybe..., two thumbs up and a steak emoji, then he got up to get dressed.
Alec had just brushed his teeth when he started searching for Underhill. As he knew Magnus, getting dressed, styling his hair and putting on his make up would take a while even with his regained magic. When thinking of his boyfriend, who couldn't decide what to wear and what mood he wanted to present the world today, he had to smile. There was no one like him, and he belonged to Alec. He hoped to catch Underhill before breakfast, since he was Alec's only friend next to his siblings, he wanted to hear his opinion about Magnus' new living situation. He himself knew that his decision to let Magnus live in the institute went into the grey area, a real dark grey zone and that not all of his companions would be enthusiastic about it. But he didn't care he had a plan. Well it was more of an idea than a plan, but before he could enforced this plan, he had to go through the shadowhunters protocol again. If someone could help him with that then it was his friend Underhill, the head of security. Alec walked down the hall and knocked on Underhill's room. Nothing stirred. He was about to leave, as the door swung open and Underhill stood in front of him, dripping wet and only wrapped in a white towel around his waist. Small water drops trickled down his trained torso like glistening pearls.
"Uhm ... hey boss ... uh ... Alec?" He said clearly confused about meeting his buddy so early in the morning. "Does your head hum as much as mine?" He asked laughing as he grimaced. The two men hadn't been friends for a long time, and Alec hadn't even seen him in swimming trunks before. They were out for a beer the first time yesterday having a spontaneous men's night after work. Alec had told him about his fears and relationship issues after being Underhill's wingman. But a drunk soul striptease and checking out other men together was something completely different than this. Their friendship wasn't on the I can see you without your shirt level yet. Rather more on the I kinda trust you and we can talk about deep stuff basis. It was therefore an unprecedented situation for both of them. "Alec is enough, we're friends now right... aren't we?" Alec found himself wandering over Underhill's upper body. Well, yesterday they've talked about attractive men and they were all reasonably passable but he haven't really realized that Underhill himself was actually pretty attractive. No comparison to Magnus, Nobody is able to hold a candle to him, but he couldn't deny that Underhill was good looking and handsome. Stop look at him so closely Alec! He realized that he had been staring at his friend for quite a long time now and blushed. Thus, the situation was now officially a bit awkward. Is looking at others, even if in that harmless way, allowed in a relationship? Or oh God had he just cheated on Magnus? No, no, no calm down Alec. Magnus once said that it's natural that you want to look at beautiful things. Not that Underhill was an object. "Yes sure...we are friends", Underhill nodded slowly and became a little red himself. Oh damn it, pull yourself together Alec. Just open your mouth and before you even notice you'll be speaking. The warm steam escaping out of the room and into Alec's face finally brought him back from his thoughts. "Nah no, I'm feeling pretty good." He cleared his throat and asked, "Could you prepare the keys for Magnus, so he can come into the institute by himself?" Underhill frowned as he slowly asked: "So your boyfriend is suddenly living here now? What about the rules?" But Alec wanted to get out of this somehow embarrassing situation, as quick as possible so he answered curtly. "Just the keys Jack okey? Thank you." And walked in the direction of his own room. The protocol could wait.
Magnus felt the breakfast was... very weird, as expected. He was in the training room of the institute now and completed his morning Tai Chi exercises. These slow flowing movements and the meditation calmed him. He had spiced up the routine with his own flair and let a magic ball circulate between his hands. However, it was difficult for him to concentrate, because his thoughts repeatedly wandered somewhere else. - Everyone had stared at Magnus as if it was the first time they've ever saw a warlock. He had mumbled to Alec, "you know it's not too late to go out for breakfast, right?"But Alec ignored the others and asked in shock: “And miss pancake day? No way“. How could Magnus have denied him his favorite breakfast day at the institute? Nevertheless, Magnus would rather have sinked into the ground, preferably right through to Edom. But Alec stood proudly next to him and would have probably beat up everyone's ass or sent them to Wrangel Island for character-building, if they had dared to say something mean against Magnus. They had sat down with Izzy, Jace and Clary and explained them his current living situation. They all seemed genuinely enthusiastic and happy about him living here, which calmed him down a bit. Even though Alec was a huge fan of pancake day at the institute, Magnus preferred a fruit salad and a Mimosa cocktail, somewhere was definitely happy hour already. When he snapped his finger and his new breakfast had appeared, he heard a loud, glaring and high ringing in his ears. It hurt it was getting harder and harder to repress and ignore the symptoms. He decided to talk to Cat about it later. Magnus was glad when Biscuit's cell phone rang and replaced the ringing in his ear. It was Luke who briefed her about the vampire attack at Jade Wulf. Soon after, everyone dedicated back to daily-shadowhunter-businesses. He returned to an upright position and stretched. He felt ready for the next hurdle now. He looked at his phone to reads the time 11:42, time to get his keys and get ready for lunch with Cat. Alec had told him where to find Underhill, who provided the new keys for him. So he made his way there.
After Magnus recovered from the let's call it a slightly unpleasant dining which topped any previous encounter with Maryse Lightwood (before she became nice) by lengths, he went to the security department. He wondered for the second time today if he should ask Alec to move in with him. He was torn between his feelings. And all of these high-tech machines and huge screens were giving him migraines. How did his Alexander endure that? He was looking for the big blond shadowhunter which he should get in touch with. Jack Underhill, Magnus thought. Alec went out for a drink with him yesterday, right? His heart suddenly felt heavy and an unfamiliar feeling spread throughout him. Well, it was more like several emotions at the same time and he couldn't exactly assign them. It was a mixture of fear, suspicion, and a bit of anger. Magnus didn't like these feelings, especially because he didn't understand them. He had only met Underhill once and he made a sympathetic impression. He was also good-looking, tall and muscular, bright blue eyes and well-haired blond hair. He was quite handsome Magnus thought. Underhill nodded to Magnus as he approached him. "You're here for the keys?" He asked curtly. "Yes, is this the reception to check in at the Shadowhunters Inn?" Magnus tried to lighten the mood with a joke. But the joke was bad so they just looked at each other silently. Underhill cleared his throat and instructed: "Please stand here and don't move. This is a retinal scan. If you move, we have to start all over again."Quite the soldier Magnus thought to himself, with these monitors all day long he would probably have a bad mood too. As he stood there so motionless, he wondered if Underhill thinks Alec is attractive. What a stupid question Magnus your boyfriend is a walking sex bomb! Everyone with eyes in their heads could see that Alec was attractive. And the most attractive thing about him was that he wasn't even aware of it. Hmm on the other hand... does Alec think Underhill is attractive? Before Magnus, Alec had no relationships, but his almost wife - Lydia was blond, Underhill is also blonde So maybe... Damn it, Magnus what's up with you today? You have no reason for such thoughts. He takes a deep breath and concentrates on the monitor with the built-in scan. After less than a minute - RETINAL SCAN COMPLETE - appeared in green on the screen.
"That'll do it" Underhill growled. "I'm finished?" Magnus asked in surprise, he had expected to have to stand there for hours. "Yeah," Underhill said curtly and gave him a bunch of keys. “These are your keys. I‘d explained what doors the open, but to be honest, I‘m not totally sure. Most of the shadowhunters just use the unlock rune. So good luck.“ Magnus at first thought that Underhill was just in a bad mood like all the other shadowhunters, because Magnus was around. But somehow he had the feeling that he had annoyed the man in a different way maybe with something he didn't noticed. He felt the urge to ignore his thought just like the ringing sound in his ear earlier at the breakfast table. That's why he just answered "Hmm" and turned to go. But then it occurred to him that Alec had just made friends with Underhill and he didn't want anything to stand between the two men. So he stopped and turned back to him. "I'm sorry, have I done something to offend you?" He looked questioningly at Underhill. "No, of course not." Underhill said but hesitated and crossed his arms over his chest before continuing. “I guess I‘m not sure having you moving in here is such a great idea.“ And here we go Magnus thought. He's one of them... as he said, “hmm because I‘m a warlock?“ Underhill interrupted him immediately. “No. No, no, no. Personally, I don‘t mind, but we‘ve got protocols against this sort of things.“ Magnus was surprisingly relieved to hear that it wasn't about him being a warlock. He should have known, Alec had a good sense for people, most shadowhunters were just poled to follow the rules. That someone like Alec suddenly starts to break the rules can be quite disconcerting. “Don‘t worry. I don‘t plan on living here longer than I have to. I love Alec but, these screens are giving me migraines" Magnus said and hoped to soothe Underhill a bit. Behind this serious expression seemed to be a nice guy, who actually meant well. He looked at Magnus with a honest expression and said something quite unusual for shadowhunters. “I‘m sorry. I didn‘t realize this was a temporary thing“ Magnus had already forgiven him and raised his hand to a let's forget it gesture and nodded smiling. Jack continues visibly relaxed,“and hey, for what it‘s wort, I‘m glad that you and Alec managed to work everything out“ Now Magnus was confused. What was he talking about? "Excuse me?" He asked perplexed. “Yeah, he... uh, told me you were having some differences.“ Underhill said. There it was again. slight anger, fear, suspicion and a light sting in his chest. These feelings were annoying. What was it about this blonde Shadowhunter, that Magnus suddenly felt so vulnerable? It somehow bothered him that Alec had discussed private matters with someone else, had discussed them with him. “Oh, he did, didn‘t he?“ was everything he managed to say. "Yeah," said Underhill again short tailed as in the beginning. He had noticed that, his statement somehow came across a bit strange. “Excuse me.“ Magnus said and made his way to the exit. He needed to talk to his best friend now.
45 minutes later, Magnus stood in front of the Beth Israel Hospital in New York and waited for his good old friend Catarina Loss. The young dark-skinned and black-haired woman came out and smiled at her friend. "There's my favorite seriously-in-love warlock," she said, pulling him into a heartfelt hug. Magnus had to grin. He loved this woman, he had already experienced so much with her and she was one of the few people whom he practically trusted blindly. "Hello my dear old house," Magnus teased back. They walked for a while until they came to a small alley and Cat opened a portal to Zurich. Magnus was glad that she took the initiative and opened the portal, he still didn't know how to confess to her about the unpleasant symptoms he was having lately. But Cat had a totally different taste in food than him. "Don't you just only eat cheese in Switzerland?", he thought. Cat rolled her eyes as she noticed his hesitation. "Come on, I know a great hip brasserie at Zurich Hardbrücke, they serve the best tapas and seashells believe me." Magnus frowned, seashells weren't really his cup of tea either. He was more kinda the old-fashioned guy always ready for a good piece of meat, medium rare. And he's just barely escaped, the tasteless cardboard which the Institute calls pancake, today. "If you don't like it I'll pay", Cat tried again. So, Magnus gave himself a jolt, today wasn't really his day. Arriving at the restaurant, Cat ordered, in her fluent Swiss German, two portions of Moules et Frites and two cocktails, with hers being non-alcoholic, as she had to work quite long this evening. 20 minutes later they sat at a table outside on the terrace, laughing, smacking, reveling in memories and enjoying the sun. Magnus had to admit that the seashells were really excellent and that his wise friend could still introduce him to new things after so many years. Yes, she knew him so well, as almost nobody else does. "Cat because of the real estate agent, can you recommend me someone?" he asked. She nodded eagerly "Yes, I know the perfect man for you, he is from Brooklyn and knows the area, as I know you, this is very important to you. I've wrote him already and made an appointment for tomorrow, I assumed you would like to move out of the institute as soon as possible?" she looked at Magnus amused "It's not that terrible," Magnus said sheepishly. "Alec is trying so hard...and..." Cat interrupted him "speaking of Alec... I didn't know what to tell the agent about the apartment your looking for, I mean I know you and your expensive taste, but if you two are really about to take the next step...? she blurted out. "How many rooms would it need ... are we about to expect some small mini Alec's any time soon, I mean I know how good he is with kids?" Magnus' eyes widened and he blushed slightly. The two broke out in laughter. Magnus loved the direct nature of his friend. He valued her opinion and knew that he could always expect an honest answer from her. "Don't you no longer think that's it a bit too fast?" Magnus asked uncertainly.
She thought for a moment before answering, "Magnus you deserve to be happy and if it makes you happy to move in with him, then do it." You've never dared to take this step with anyone else before and I haven't seen you so happy, as with Alec, for a long time now. You're good for each other and if you don't try it, you'll never know how it could have been. After her speech, Magnus couldn't stop smiling. There's something else I wanted to ask you about, he started hesitantly. usually he has got the gift of the gab, but what he wanted to ask her next was a little embarrassing. "Do you think .. um... well... that I'm a jealous person...?" Cat looked at him pleasant as she spoke,"well, well, well, a jealous Magnus Bane, never thought that I'd live so long to ever experience that. Hmm...the fact that you have to ask me that answers everything, don't you agree? " Magnus rolled his eyes, knowing she was right. He had wondered the whole morning, what was it about these new curious feelings? and then it finally fell from his eyes like scales. Jealousy. He, Magnus bane was slightly jealous of Underhill. He didn't want to admit it at first, because he was embarrassed and he thinks Underhill is actually really nice. But here he sat in front of his best friend who could read him like an open book and knew she was right. "Magnus Alec adores you, how comes you feel threatened by someone?" She asked in surprise. Magnus sighed heavily, "Oh, Catarina, it's all me, my self-doubts are coming back. I feel that everything is going too good, that I don't deserve it and I'm just kinda waiting for something or someone to come across and take that happiness away from me...you understand?" She understood him all too well, all these dramas with Camille in the passt have left their marks. Cat reached for his hand on the table and looked at him seriously. "Stop sabotaging yourself. You deserve this ok?" She looked at him so intensive, he didn't dare to turn away his head from her. "You are worth it Magnus and don't let someone else tell you otherwise,...talk to Alec about your fears, but don't let those feelings get the upper hand. A little jealousy is okey just don't overdo it okey?" Magnus was reassured, Cat always knew what she had to say to cheer him up. He didn't want to destroy the moment by telling her that his body was rejecting Lorenzo's magic. Even as she looked at him questioningly with her tell me about the last thing that's bothering you expression, he just shrugged. "Thanks, Cat, I needed that, let's head back, I should probably talk to Alec." She nodded knowingly, he would tell her when he was ready she thought and the two made their way back to New York.
Back at the institute, Magnus went straight to Alec's office. Alec once told him he doesn't always have to knock, he rarely had someone really important visiting and the big meetings were mostly held in Alicante. So, Magnus just enterd. Alec wasn't sitting at his desk as usually, he was chilling in a comfortable armchair beside his little table and studied some reports. He looked up as Magnus entered the room and asked: “how was your first day? You all set up?“ Sitting down on the armchair next to him, Magnus resolved to begin this conversation rationally. “Hmm. Good to go.“ he started before failing miserably as he continued to speak,“Your handsome friend took care of everything“ Alec frowned and thought about what Magnus just said before asking hesitantly “Underhill?“ Magnus after that quick like a shot and curiously wide-eyed,“you think he‘s handsome? The second the question left his mouth, he regretted it. Damn it Magnus, he thought, we already had this topic. Now stop with this jealousy game. You don't need this. Alec looked at him sheepishly, as the awkward bath towel situation of this morning came back to his mind, when he answered uncertainly,“I guess?“ Magnus took in the new information and tried to find the right words to tell Alec what was on his mind. Alec got a bit nervous and added,“Is that a problem?“ Magnus saw that Alec was afraid he had done something wrong and said soothingly “No.“ Alec wasn't sure if that was true, but still devoted himself back to his reports. “Yes“ Magnus corrected and decided to be honest. Cat had advised him to talk honestly about his feelings, so he did. “I just don‘t know if I feel comfortable with you airing out our dirty laundry to the entire Institute...“ Now Alec was quite confused for a second he had thought Magnus was jealous, but it sounded quite as if something else had happened between him and Underhill.“What are you talking about?“ he asked. Magnus sighed: now or never Magnus, come on. “You told him we were having relationship issues.“ Alec wasn't sure were Magnus was going with this conversation. “So I‘m not allowed to talk to people about my problems?“ he asked in confusion. Magnus realized how childish this sounded, of course Alec was allowed to talk with his friends about his problems. It was just... what was it that disturbed him? “Well, sure. But him? You barely even know him.“ Magnus was right Alec thought and he was sorry, not about him in principle talking to others about his problems, but that Magnus was feeling uncomfortable and he somehow understood him. He hardly knew Underhill that was true, but that's how friendships start. You get to know each other and Alec trusted Underhill. He would have thought Magnus would understand that. “I just didn‘t think it was a big deal.“ Alec finally said. Magnus had a guilty conscience, he didn't want Alec to feel bad just because he couldn't control his feelings. After all, it wasn't Alec's fault that he felt that way. He tried to choose his words carefully when he started: “I know. I just feel... Sometimes, I...“ All at once Alec could see it very clearly. he hadn't been wrong before. Magnus was jealous! His boyfriend was truly jealous.
Alec was neither hurt nor angry at this newfound fact. He had asked Magnus last night already, after he went out for a beer with Underhill at Hunter's Moon and Magnus denied it. Weak denied, but still. Alec haven't been thinking about it afterwards. And he couldn't imagine, that Magnus the most beautiful and confident man Alec knew could be jealous. He smiled from ear to ear as he finally said it,“wait. You‘re jealous.“ Magnus contradicted slightly offended when he realized that he had just been caught,“I don‘t get jealous.“ Alec kinda liked the idea of a jealous Magnus, because from his perspective there was no one who could ever compete with Magnus. He couldn't stop grinning. No one has ever been jealous of another person because of Alec. Magnus was kind of sweet when he was jealous so Alec wanted to savor the moment and tease his boyfriend a bit.“You‘re jealous. You‘re actually jealous.“ Alec stated. Magnus had no chance, the cat was out of the bag now. But he still acted a little pouted when he said: “I‘ve never gotten jealous. This is not...“ Alec's phone rang and Magnus took the opportunity to pull himself out of the affair. “Answer it.“ Magnus command and Alec just kept grinning to himself as he answered the call.
After Heidi's death and turning in Rafael to the Clave, Alec became painfully aware again of how important rules are. He loved having Magnus in the institute, but he would prefer to live with him. Having a joint home, their Home. He had asked Magnus once back then, and he didn't want to. It was too early he said. Not much time had passed since then and yet it felt like an eternity. And Alec was a stubborn person so he decided to ask one more time. He wanted to ask Underhill for advice this morning and then didn't do it cause of sheer shame. He took deep breath and went to visit his friend again. He needed a bit of courage and assurances before launching his plan. That's why he asked Underhill for the official shadowhunter-regulations when he arrived the security compartment. Alec: "Jack, are you sure the head of the institute doesn't have to live in the institute?" Jack was still rummaging in a few other documents as he spoke, "pretty sure... aha here it is!" He pulled out the thick, brown-inlaid, rather dusty book and looked for the corresponding page with the inscription."So here it is," said Underhill, reading aloud:
RULES FOR THE HEAD OF A
SHADOWHUNTER INSTITUTES
RESIDENCE AND ACCOMMODATION
Art. 23 para. 7 - the head of the institute receives a suitable room in the institute, where he/she can retire and plan his/her further steps if needed.
"Hmm ... yes you're right it's not written that you have to actually live in the institute. Only that you'll get a room to use, as a place to think." Alec said slowly. "So could I help you?" Underhill asked, smiling. "I think so, thanks for everything," Alec responds, lost in his thought and already turned to leave. Should he ask Magnus again or would that be too intrusive? He didn't want to force himself on Magnus but he could see their future clearly in mind. He knew that he was ready and wanted make all these new experiences with him. No matter how scared he was of another rejection, he would try it again.
"Magnus had realized that he had acted very irrational previously and he should apologize to Alec. Full of anticipation he opened the door to Alec's office and entered. "You where looking for me?" he asked, willing to admit his mistake. Alec looked down in distress and nodded "Yeah." Magnus, now ready to stand the ground started his apology, which he had practiced in his head for the last half a hour, because that's the way to do it in a healthy relationship. Communication is everything. "Alexander if this is about what we were talking about earlier, I was wrong. You have every right to talk out your problems with your friends, no matter how good-looking they are."he started frantically. But Alec interrupted him gently,"this isn't about that. This is about you living at the Institute. "Oh." was the only thing Magnus could answer, he hadn't expected the conversation to lead into that direction. Alec spoke slowly, choosing each word carefully. "Believe me I want to live with you, but you were right. Having a outsider live at the Institute that is against the protocol. And how can I expect everyone else to follow the rules, if I don't follow them myself?" Magnus didn't blame Alec, he knew it was a logical conclusion. He was more than thankful that they had even tried. "I understand. I'll move out first thing in the morning "Magnus replied understanding. But Alec wasn't finished yet, something important to him, still seemed to be on his mind. "However, there is no protocol that says the head of the Institute has to actually live at the Institute. So when you find a place, I was hoping that we could...both move in...together." Magnus heart was racing, yes Alec had milled his plan to ask him to move in with him this time, but Magnus couldn't care less about that now. This time, Magnus didn't have to think about it, it made him so unbelievably happy that Alec really had the courage to ask him again. He had played with this thought all day long and having Alec ask him again made his self-doubt disappear. You deserve to be happy he heard Cat's voice in his head. He didn't expect Alec to bring up back this sensitive topic but his Alexander never ceased to amaze him. This time he was ready. He wanted Alec and he wanted everything with him. At once, that throbbing pain in his head started off again and slowly but surely he couldn't ignore it anymore. But he pulled himself together cause he needed to answer this. He needed this, he needs to make this promise before it's too late. "Only if I get my own walk-in closet."he answered while smiling full of love and Alec could hardly believe it. He was so nervous and surprised at the same time because he had already suspected a NO in the back of his head. "You mean that?" he asked in disbelief. "Of course. I love you." Magnus said and took a step towards him to kiss him. But in that moment, the ringing in his head began again harder and louder and everything around him began to turn. My body, what's going on with my body? His body cramped and blood shot out of his nose and then out of his mouth.
"Magnus?" Alec asked worriedly. Magnus coughed and turned away. Even now he tried to hide the pain from Alec. His stomach turned and he felt the warm blood in his mouth. "Magnus?" Alec asked worriedly. "I'm fine." He could just say before spewing huge amounts of blood on the floor and collapsing. I can't speak, I can't think straight, Magnus thoughts were a wild mess. Alec is holding me I'm not falling anymore, stay with me Alec, please don't leave me. Words, where are the words? I can't speak I can't invoke the right language."Magnus?" Alec is calling me and I hear myself speaking. Why am I talking Indosnesian. "Magnus?" I hear him scream again. Pain, more pain. My head is pulsing. It's getting worse. Oh no my head is going to explode. "Magnus?" Alec yells. I can hear his fear and desperation."Medic! Somebody get help!" he screams. I feel like everything is slipping away. "Magnus!" Alec's voice is so far away now and even the pain feels dull. "Someone get help!" I hear him say and suddenly everything is dark.
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Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Female reader x Woojin
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You were separated from your pod hours ago, the wind and waves throws you against the rocks and coral of the shore.
You knew it was going to storm, you should have stayed away from land, storms are always worse when you can't hide deep underwater, but you had never been to this area and wanted to explore.
The waves calm for a moment, you take the opportunity to breach the water and figure out where exactly you are.
There's a few flashes of lightning and you see a large pier on a beach.
But before you can do anything you're getting thrown back underwater into rocks knocking you out entirely.
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Woojin is awoken with a loud crack of thunder, wind and rain crashing against the windows of his small beach side house.
He gets out of bed and walks to his window which is facing the sea.
He watches the intense waves crashing against the rocks, he sees a bolt of lightning hit the water with a loud crack.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “That's gonna be a lot to clean up in the morning…”
Which it is.
The next morning he wakes up right before sunrise, throws on a light jacket that says ‘Lifeguard’ on it and makes his way to the beach, which is covered in broken pieces of driftwood and trash that had been thrown there by the wind and waves.
He walks along the edge of the water, picking up trash and throwing pieces of driftwood to the side.
Every once in a while he sees seagulls gathered around a fish that had been thrown to the shore by the storm.
He continues to make his way along the beach towards the pier, as he gets closer he notices something larger than the wood he's been seeing.
Once he gets a better look, his eyes go wide and he quickly rushes over to the young woman lying unconscious (and naked) under the pier.
He quickly checks for a pulse, which he easily finds, he lets out a sigh and removes his jacket to cover her naked form.
He shakes her by her shoulders, “Hey, miss! Are you alright?”
No answer.
He notices a strange shimmer to her body, which could just be from water and sand, but he doesn't think so.
He then also notices cuts and bruises on her upper body and face, but strangely not on her legs.
He then noticed a small trickle of blood along the side of her head, her curses under his breath and quickly picks her up and brings her to his small house.
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You wake up in a bed in a small room, but you have no clue what this is or where you are, you're definitely not in the water anymore.
You know a small amount about the land and humans due to how close you get to the shore when you explore new areas, but you've never been on land before.
You wonder how you're still alive, with how violent the storm was you should have definitely died.
You feel a sharp pain and reach for your head which is bandaged, you then also notice how you're clothed in a large t-shirt, you also feel something on your tail, but it feels different, you move the blanket off your lower half to see that it feels weird because, it's gone.
You don't have a tail. You have legs.
You scream.
Suddenly the door flies open and a man with a worried expression on his face rushes in, “You're awake! Are you ok?! Why are you yelling?!”
Upon seeing him you scream again, this time falling off the bed, the man rushes over to make sure you're alright.
As he moves closer to you, you back up until you hit a wall, you're breathing heavily and your face is pale, you're clearly scared, so he stops getting closer and backs up slightly.
“I didn't mean to scare you…” he kneels down and sits on the floor in front of you, “I found you unconscious and injured on the beach, I brought you here to help you, I hope that's alright,” he smiles softly, and for some reason, that calms you down immensely, but you're still slightly on edge because you've only ever seen humans from a distance off shore before.
You say nothing and nod shyly, his smile widens and you feel your heart jump ever so slightly.
He stands up, takes a few slow steps towards you and reaches a hand down to help you up, “My name is Woojin, I'm sorry again for scaring you…”
You once again say nothing, but you smile softly and cautiously reach your hand out to him, he helps you up and you stand surprisingly easy, and then immediately stumble falling against his chest.
He helps you back to the bed and sits you down, “That storm must have roughed you up pretty good if you're having trouble standing… why were you out there anyways?”
You look down to the side and shrug, his lips press into a straight line and his eyebrows furrow a bit, “Do you not remember anything?”
You once again only shrug, because how are you supposed to tell this random guy that you're a mermaid who was out exploring, especially when you've seen what humans do to your kind.
He thinks for a moment then sighs, “Just try to get some rest, I need to go to the store, I seem to be lower on food than I thought… I'll be back shortly, please don't get up unless absolutely necessary, we don't need you hurting yourself more than you already are,”
You smile and nod before he leaves the room and shuts the door.
You sit in the bed waiting for him to return for a few minutes before your eyes get heavy and you drift off to sleep.
You're suddenly pulled from from your sleep with loud banging and shouting, “WOOJIN!! YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!”
You sit up straight and look frantically around the room, “Woojin isn't back yet! What am I supposed to do???” you think to yourself as you hear a door open and shut.
“Woojin? You home?” you hear a man's voice and footsteps getting closer to the room you're in.
You begin to panic as the steps get closer and closer, the first thing that you can think of is hiding under the covers, so you do, maybe he won't bother you…
You hear the door open and a few footsteps, “Dude, I know you don't have work today, but why are you sleeping at this hour?”
It sounds like whoever it is, is right above you.
Suddenly the covers get pulled off of you.
You look up with wide eyes to see a young man around the same age as Woojin standing over you.
You're both a still for a second before both of you scream in unison, he falls onto the floor as you pull yourself back up against the backboard.
“YOU TURNED INTO A GIRL!!” He shouts, scaring you more than you already were.
“Chan?!?” Woojin is suddenly in the doorway holding a couple of bags, the man on the floor looks up at him and screams again, “YOU'RE NOT A GIRL!”
“What??? Dude, stop yelling! You're scaring her!”
The man on the floor stops, looks at you, looks at Woojin, then back at you, and back to him, “Wait… is she…?” he gasps, “You have a girlfriend?!?!”
Woojin rolls his eyes and flicks the other man in the side of the head, “Of course not, I found her injured on the beach and was helping her recover,”
The man on the floor sits there for a moment, “Oh, well,” he stands up, adjusts himself and clears his throat, “My apologizes… I'm Chan, sorry for the scare…” he scratches the back of his head nervously.
You simply stare blankly and a little confused and nod slowly.
Woojin chuckles, still holding the bags of food, “Well that happened… you ok?” he looks over to you quizzically, you smile softly and nod, Woojin smiles relieved, “That's good,”
He then looks over to Chan, whos now standing very awkwardly feeling a bit embarrassed, “Now Chan, why are you here anyways?”
“Huh? OH! Felix and Jisung saw something with their drone yesterday!!!!” Chan begins pulling out his phone excitedly, “They were flying it over the reef and saw this,” he shoves his phone in Woojin’s face.
Woojin's eyes go wide, “Wait, is that what I think it is?”
“What else could it possibly be?! We sure as hell don't have manatees out here!”
As you hear this your heart stops, you know full well how humans have mistaken manatees as your people, did they see your pod? Did they see you? This is bad.
Woojin looks over to you and notices your worried expression, but before he can say anything he notices something else, but he can't quite place it…
“Hey, Chan? Could you send me that video?”
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