9th added member ! x platonic!skz. in which an intense scene unravels a lot of different reactions from the boys.
req. I was wondering!! maybe!! if you could do something for skz with a 9th member reader or a s/o reader (whichever you're most comfortable with!!) who's an actor and they basically do like.. a REALLY INTENSE emotional scene ─ i'm talking screaming, crying, something violent something heart wrenching yadda yadda yk how k-dramas can be 🙂↕️ and what the boys' reaction would be to that? 👉👈🥹
@ziipzeepzop-eez i forgot to ask if you wanted this to be like a reaction layout or not, so i just went with the layout i mostly prefer to write with. i hope this is what you wanted my darling — but if not, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message and i’ll be happy to redo it 🫶 much love 🩵
okay but give me your autograph
because not only can you perform but you can act too????
allrounder. an ace if you will.
the day starts off pretty tame, and you weren’t expecting any of the members to show up on set
let alone all of them
yet here they were, lounging around your trailer like it was their second home, limbs slung over the furniture, shoes and jackets strewn across the floor.
you’re positive you even saw jeongin leave the bathroom with a suspiciously swollen pocket and can only assume he had made off with your fancy soaps.
thief 🫵 THIEF IN THE BUILDING
no but me leaving the skz concert with a suspiciously skz sized bag
it wasn’t until the director walked in outlined the scene you’d be filming that the apprehension truly set in
because sure, they’d seen you act before, they knew how talented you were
brad pitt has nothing on you.
but never like this; never something this raw
and for reasons you couldn’t quite name, it unsettled you.
chan, eagle eyed as ever, noticed the shift in your mood
the entire walk to set, his eyes stayed steady on you, and you felt the weight of his stare. there was absolutely no getting past him
and true to form, as the others clustered behind the cameras, chan quietly pulled you aside.
“you okay?” he asked, scanning your face and detecting everything the naked eye of a normal person couldn’t see
but he could. because he was chan: your leader, and the only person who knew you better than you knew yourself.
you nodded, forcing a smile that definitely did not reach your eyes.
a hollow weight settled in your stomach. they had never witnessed this in person before, and a quiet, stubborn part of you worried they wouldn’t be able to look at you the same.
it was a dramatic thought, but it’s how you felt.
come here- come on. arms are already open. lemme hold you awww come on 🫂
“quiet on set!”
that was your cue. offering him another smile, you reached out to squeeze his hand before turning on your heel and heading into position.
han threw you a thumbs up from behind the camera, his enthusiasm nearly breaking minho’s nose. you managed a laugh, weak, but a laugh nonetheless.
i’m also there if you even care 🙄 waving a massive ‘i support you till death do us part’ banner. if you even noticed 🙄
the minute ‘action’ was called out, you were in the zone
you were no longer y/n. you weren’t an idol, you weren’t someone’s member or coworker. you were your character, stripped of everything else but that character you were playing
their traits became yours, their emotions bleeding into your soul. words on a page transformed into reality.
your hands shook as you poured heart into your lines, breathing life into words with raw, aching feeling.
tears traced silent paths down your cheeks, your hands clenched as you exchanged lines with your coworkers.
on a moment of sheer improv, you lunged toward the window and slammed your fist into it repeatedly as sobs and screamed wracked your entire body.
DID SOMEONE SAY OSCAR WORTHY? I THINK THEY DID ! 👏 STANDING OVATION 👏 LOOK AT YOU GO !!
silence. not a word from the crew, not a breath from the boys. your fellow actors, still in scene, remained silent and watched you as the script demanded.
the tension so thick you could’ve sliced it with the same hand you were banging against the window.
with a sudden intake of air, you collapsed to your knees, unleashing a cry so raw, so gut wrenching, it carved straight through everybody in the room.
it tore from the deepest part of your soul. in that moment, your character’s pain wasn’t just scripted. it lived, breathed, and bled through you. it was no longer lines on paper.
it was powerful and all consuming until it faded out slowly as you lowered your head to the ground, and your fists met the floorboards in a trembling rhythm.
then. silence.
“and cut!”
you could hear a pin drop.
breath ragged and shallow, you lifted yoruself onto your knees in a daze, heart pounding like a drum in your ears. you barely registered your co actor rushing to your side, gently taking your hand to check for any sign of injury.
“are you okay? you did so well!”
you blinked rapidly, struggling to sift through the haze, trying to shake off the remnants of the character you were portraying and step back into your own mind.
after a few breaths, your co actor pulled you up to your feet and guided you off set and over to the cluster of stricken faces.
chan’s eyes, glossed over, opened his mouth only to realise how dry it was and swallow thickly.
hyunjin watched you like you were made of porcelain; delicate, breakable, as if one wrong move would cause you to splinter into pieces.
felix‘s eyes reflected rivers of devastation, his hands shaking with the need to comfort you.
han looked as though he’d forgotten the premise of breathing.
jeongin’s face sparkled with an equal mix of horror and surprise.
changbin was fidgeting, a red mark on his bicep where he had clawed his skin in distress.
minho’s eyes was sharpened with intensity as he studied you.
and seungmin… he simply stared at you as though you were a puzzle he was attempting to re-piece together.
not a single word was spoken from any of them, causing anxiety to coil in your stomach.
“that was amazing, y/n. take a break and get something to eat before we start filming the next scene.”
you offered a stiff nod to your director, who clamped a proud hand down on your shoulder before stalking away to praise your coworkers.
clearing your throat, you fidgeted with your still trembling hands, your body lingering in the wake of everything it had just endured.
“how-how was it?” your voice was hoarse, a reminder of how far you’d pushed yourself.
then, hyunjin breaks the silence.
nobody: … hyunjin: 🔇🔨
“if they make you reshoot that scene, i’ll sue for emotional distress.”
a laugh bubbles up, easing your racing heart as your hand rises to brush away any lingering tears.
your eyes, once dull, now sparkled again, the familiar warmth you carry thawing the ice and revealing the light of your true self,
upon the sight of their bubbly member, all eight let out a collective breath of relief, the tension fading with the shadow of your character.
felix grounded himself in your presence, pulling you into a tight embrace.
ahahahahahahahahopetheannabelledollgetsme ✌️🤪
“as much as i support you, i don’t think i’m cut out for watching you fall apart in real time.”
patting his back, you release a sigh of relief as your heart steadied with every second that ticked by
“that wasn’t human… respectfully,”
y/ngpt fr 🙃
you recognise seungmin’s voice just as felix was gently torn away from you. opening your arms for a hug, you caught his eye for a moment before he rolled them playfully and let you wrap your arms around him.
“you have five seconds,” he tells you, though you notice the way his arms lock around you like an unyielding vice.
“pretty sure it’s been at least thirty—”
seungmin scoffed, pulling away, but your freedom lasts only a heartbeat before two hands grip your shoulders, and han jisung’s face fills your entire view as he studies your expression.
“you did so well! not that i’m surprised, i knew you could act, but i didn’t know you could act like that.”
“thank—”
“are you okay though? how are you mentally? what were you thinking of when you cried like that? was it the time i jammed your finger in the door? you cried pretty hard when i did that. how’s your head? no headach—”
han babes take a breath i get of you 👏
his flurry of questions are abruptly cut off as seungmin tugs him back by the shirt, giving you a moment to breathe. reluctantly, you turn to minho.
he blinks slowly at you for a few seconds, eyes steady and unreadable, and your nerves flare tenfold. minho’s black expression was often the hardest to decipher.
just as you were about to rip your pride to shreds and beg him to say something, he holds something out to you
plot twist it’s a knife 🔪 just kidding as if id ever let anything happen to you 🙄
an opened water bottle.
“drink. your throat will be sore from that wretched sobbing you did.”
nodding, you take the bottle and hold it up to your lips, feeling his hand brush gently over your head before he steps back.
it was just so… minho of him.
“changbin are you… tearing up?”
“what? no—ahem—no. absolutely not. it wasn’t even that sad.”
EVERYBODY LOOK HIS PANTS ARE ON FIRE 🫵🔥
though when you got closer, you caught the telltale red rims lining his eyes, the unmistakable glossiness clinging to his lashes.
your heart jackknifed, an instinctive feeling blossoming in your nerves causing you to run on default
without realizing what you were doing, you shoved your half full water in jeongin’s hands and surged forward, wrapping your arms tightly around changbin.
“please don’t cry, bin. i’m okay!”
his arms came up slow, but then he was hugging you with a desperation he couldn’t quite express with words.
he inhaled sharply as he nodded into your neck.
“it just looked real- i’ve never seen you like that and i don’t think i could handle seeing it again.”
bro is NOT 🙅♀️ watching the drama when it releases
your hand slid across his back in smooth motions, grounding you both
you might have been the one acting, but you quickly realized that your members had felt every emotion with you.
“yah. if you don’t win an award for that i’ll be pressing charges against you for emotional turmoil.”
he squeezed your shoulder once more before reluctantly releasing you and taking a step back, eye still glossy but at least he was smiling now
changbin: 🥹
releasing a heavy sigh, you shifted and caught the gaze of chan.
he hadn’t spoken yet, but his eyes conveyed a million emotions coming up from the very depths of his being
arms crossed, and a furrow to his brow, you couldn’t quite make out whether he was upset or if he was just processing
neither. he’s actually thinking of how he’s gonna arrange your marriage to me 😌
“come here,” he uttered softly, unravelling his arms to draw you in, heart pressing against your own.
🏃♀️💨
he didn’t squeeze you too hard, didn’t say too much at first, choosing to let his actions speak louder than words
“that was incredible… truly, you are…wonderful,”
the last word comes out breathless, a nod to how truly enchanted he had been by your performance.
you blinked hard, fighting the urge to cry again; your eyes were heavy enough from the expel of so many tears.
“you’re not… freaked out?”
it felt weird to ask. it was just acting, after all. yet still, you needed to hear it, a small comfort to untangle the knot in your stomach.
no one could ever be freaked out by you honey plum sugar love 🫂🫶
“freaked out? never. proud? always. was i ready to march on there and drag you away? absolutely.”
you laughed quietly, the weight on your chest almost completely disintegrated
almost
there was still one person you had yet to speak to
and he was standing directly behind you, the water bottle you’d shoved toward him clutched in his hands, a damp patch on his shirt from where it had splashed against the material in your haste to get to changbin.
damn you fr drowned him 💀
you grimaced, not just at your actions but at the look on his face because he wore an unreadable expression. his eyes wide, mouth parted just a few inches, caught between the urge to hug you and the impulse to haul you off to a therapist.
“jeongin?…”
there’s a tint of uncertainty to your tone which seemed to bring him back to reality.
like minho, he blinks slow several times
and then… “do we need to perform a exorcism?”
you stare at him, wholly caught off guard
“huh?”
“something possessed you up there and i want whatever that was gone before i even think about hugging you. that shift was terrifying.”
he eyed you wearily, as if bracing himself for you to shift back into character.
“i was traumatised!”
“tad dramatic don’t you think?”
“no! no i don’t think actually.”
you tried to reach for him, but he flinched back with wide eyes, holding the water bottle up as a weapon
GET BEHIND ME RN 🫷😠🫸
though you knew he would never use it against you
snorting, you ignored his feigned protests and start to mess up with hair — a habit you had never grown out of with him
“oh you poor thing! did i scare you?”
“of course you scared me! that shift wasn’t normal- seriously!” he turns to chan. “i think we should seriously consider some holy water or something.”
you roll your lips together tightly, resisting the urge to burst into a fit of giggles
after several seconds of him eyeing you up and down, double checking to make sure you weren’t going to ‘switch’ on him, he finally — and reluctantly — let you pull him in for a hug.
“did you seriously hate it?”
you felt him shake his head, a soft chuckle falling from his lips.
“i thought you were incredible. seriously, i think you should try your hand at a horror movie next.”
you laughed. “i’ll consider it.”
one by one, the boys circled back around you again.
hyunjin nudged you arm.
“next time you do something like that, give me a warning so we can bring an inhaler.”
jeongin scoffed. “there won’t be a next time, i’m never coming back.”
what’s not clocking that he’s standing on business rn?
you grinned widely, despite the slight tremor in your hands and the higher heart rate, you felt like you were floating on cloud 9.
all those previous fears, quieted into nothingness.
they weren’t put off by you — though they were noticeably more clingy than usual.
but they were proud, completely awe stricken.
im always awe struck by you tho? 😠
and slightly terrified.
but proud regardless, and that’s all the award you needed from them.
summary: the 4 times you hate each other, and the one time you don’t. alternatively, remus lupin is a pain in your arse and yours alone.
warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds, some bad writing as always which is unedited
author’s note: just a little e2l fic for my own indulgence as its my fave trope and its criminal how i barely have any e2l fics… also haven’t written anything in ages soooo enjoy!
when he just has to be controversial
The sun was beaming, colourful rays reflecting over your book through the stained-glass windows of the Gryffindor common room as you lounged on the sofa with your head in Lily’s lap. You were barely paying attention to the chatter of your friends around you, choosing to focus on your copy of ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ and Marlene’s soft guitar playing. The lazy afternoon is a welcome break from the increasingly stressful N.E.W.T lessons that have had you all so exhausted, you’re not sure if Peter is asleep or dead from his curled-up position on the rug.
You don’t even realise someone is saying your name until Marlene tickles the sole of your socked foot with her guitar pick, making you yelp and draw your legs in from where they were previously tucked in between Marlene and her guitar.
“What was that for?” you grumble, nudging her arm with your foot.
Marlene smirks, nodding over to James. “He told me to get your attention. Didn’t specify how.”
You roll your eyes and turn on your side to face the boy in question, his grin unfaltering as he multitasks polishing the handle of his broomstick and talking to you. “Not my fault you’re dead to the world when you’re reading,” he says, matter-of-fact, continuing when you raise your eyebrows in impatience. “I was just wondering how you could look so interested in that book. Remus said he’d do my homework for a month if I finished it the other day and I couldn’t get past five arse-numbingly dull pages.”
You scoff, adjusting your position again to face Remus as well. “And why was Remus betting you to read my book, exactly?”
“It was my copy,” Remus replies, scribbling away on his parchment, cross legged on his chair, to undoubtedly finish the Potions essay that Slughorn had set yesterday. You’re transfixed on the way his hand is moving across the page for a second, unable to fathom how someone can have such messy handwriting. You aren’t surprised in the slightest that the next words coming out of his mouth are ones you disagree with. “I wanted to see how long he lasted reading the slowest-paced book in the world.”
You abruptly sit up at this, shutting your book and forgetting plans of relaxation.
“Hey, watch it!” Lily exclaims, lifting the bottle of black polish she’s using to paint Sirius’ nails from its balanced position on her thigh to avoid you spilling it all over her white top. “If you’re about to argue, please refrain from throwing things until after I’ve done the second coat of nail polish.”
You pointedly ignore this and narrow your eyes at Remus who, infuriatingly, still hasn’t lifted his head from his essay. “I’m surprised you found it hard to read such a slow book. Thought that’d be perfect for you.”
“Look what you’ve started, Prongs,” Sirius sighs, examining his nails.
Seeing the corners of Remus’ lips pull up into a slight smile at your comment just spurs you on in defence of the book you were previously enjoying. “Besides, it’s about a real-life teenager with real-life struggles, not The Hobbit on his latest adventure.”
“Who’s Hobbit?” James mumbles, scratching his head in confusion as Marlene just shrugs, equally oblivious.
“It’s overrated,” Remus insists, finally setting down his quill to look at you. The amused expression still hasn’t left his face and you make a noise halfway between a scoff and a high-pitched squeal of indignance. “Even James agrees.”
“Oh, and James’ opinion on literature is the standard now?” You raise a brow, tutting when James starts to protest. “The only book James has finished in the last six years was Quidditch Through the Ages.”
The way James slowly slides the aforementioned book under one of the sofa cushions doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Sirius starts snickering, much to Lily’s annoyance as she tries to control his hand. “She got you there, in fairness, mate.”
Sirius’ chortling seems to stir Peter from his sleep and he opens one eye to peer at you. Seeming to catch sight of your irritated expression, he frowns. “Are these two arguing like an old married couple again?”
“Merlin help us if these two ever decide to get married,” Marlene utters under her breath, bent over her guitar and avoiding the weight of your glare.
“Yeah, he wishes,” you grumble, shuffling around on the sofa to get back into a comfortable position with your book. Remus’ smile has only widened in response and he seems to enjoy your discomfort as you overcompensate for showing your annoyance by wriggling about.
“I dream about it every night,” Remus replies, dryly and Peter giggles below you before turning over to sleep again.
You overcompensate a little too much by moving around, because Lily huffs from beside you and starts scrambling around for a tissue. “What did I say about the second coat?”
“I didn’t throw anything this time!”
2. when he won’t let you give someone a black eye
Defence Against the Dark Arts is your favourite N.E.W.T subject for a lot of reasons. You enjoy the lesson content, it’ll be useful in future years, and it’s the one lesson you share with every single one of your friends.
You’ve gotten used to James and Sirius messing around while Professor Marigold recites fact after fact about spells and creatures and wizards of dark nature. Its like soothing background noise to you and your classmates who all concentrate in silence most of the time.
Which is why your quill stops on your page and leaves a growing ink blot when you hear snickering and whispers from the other side of the classroom rather than from in front of you where the marauders sit in a line.
The scoffs of disgust coming from Snape and Mulciber are loud enough to attract the attention of the rest of the students and even the teacher, who eventually sets down her piece of chalk in the middle of talking about Wolfsbane potion with an impatient sigh.
“Is there some sort of pressing issue that can’t wait until after class to discuss, boys?” Professor Marigold asks with a tone of ire that would impress Professor McGonagall. “Even Black and Potter have decided to give it a rest today.”
She’s not wrong, you think, noting how they’ve been less disruptive than usual for this lesson, probably tired out from setting each other’s robes on fire in Charms the hour before.
“The pressing issue is werewolves,” Snape mutters quietly, as though he doesn’t want to make a big issue but can’t stop himself from speaking up. “We should be learning more about how to kill them and less about the price of potion ingredients.”
Lily gasps from beside you and Sirius and James tense up at his words. Remus doesn’t lift his head, but you absently notice how his grip tightens around his quill when Peter nervously turns to him. Peter isn’t one for conflict and he’s always been nervous around this particular group of Slytherins, so you’re not surprised he’s anxious.
“Werewolves are still people, you can’t just go around killing them!” you find your mouth moving on its own, before your brain can catch up. When Snape turns to direct his scowl at you, its matched by your own as well as Lily’s disappointed frown. “They didn’t ask to be werewolves, they physically can’t help it! How would you feel if people wanted to kill you for not being able to control being such an arse.”
“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Marigold warns, setting her stern eyes on you. You’re not one for disrupting lessons or getting into trouble, so when Remus turns around to look at you with a raised eyebrow, your cheeks start to warm and you stubbornly don’t look his way again.
Snape ignores her to continue glaring at you. “I don’t have the capacity to kill people in a feral rage now, do I?” His gaze flits from you to Lily and Marlene and then lingers on the boys. “Of course, you’re defending werewolves. It’s no surprise considering who you choose to associate yourself with.”
“Mr Snape.”
“You have no need to fly into a feral rage to kill people,” you reply, voice steadily rising in volume. Sirius and James turn their heads back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match and you know the only reason they haven’t piped up to agree with you is because they’re too entertained watching the way you’re about to jump out of your seat to pounce on Snape. “All you need to do is show someone your face for them to die of fright–”
“ENOUGH!” Professor Marigold’s booming voice cuts through the laughter of everyone on the Gryffindor side of the classroom and when you turn to look at her, you see even Remus’ shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. You’re not sure why this pleases you, but it doesn’t last long enough for you to figure it out before Marigold waves her wand in the direction of the door and sends it flying open. “Both of you will wait for me outside the classroom until the lesson has finished so I can discuss your appalling behaviour.”
You gape at her for a second, before relenting and grabbing your bag, not wanting to argue with her authority. Your friends have different ideas.
“That’s not fair!” Marlene exclaims, standing up in protest. “She didn’t even do anything wrong.”
“Yeah,” James agrees, also standing up. “Snape’s the one who was being an annoying pri–”
“Sit down, everyone,” Marigold cuts him off, pursing her lips. “Everyone except Mr Snape and Miss Y/L/N. Do not even think about speaking Mr Black, or I won’t hesitate to suspend your and Mr Potter’s Quidditch privileges until further notice.”
Sirius shuts his mouth after a nudge from James and you shoot your friends a grateful smile before making your way out of the classroom, followed closely by Snape.
The door shuts behind him and you don’t bother sparing him a glance before dumping your bag on the ground and leaning against a wall to focus your gaze on a suit of armour for the next five minutes. You’re about half a minute in when you notice that one of the hands are slightly wonky and the classroom door suddenly opens.
Remus, of all people, enters the hallway to join the two of you and quickly shuts the door.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, furrowing your brows and getting up from against the wall.
“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Snape sneers at him, and you give him a scathing look before turning to Remus for an answer.
Remus pointedly ignores him to stand next to you against the brick wall. “I just pointed out to Professor Marigold that you both have your wands and she may not have two students left out here by the end of the lesson.”
“I can defend myself,” you snort, folding your arms. You aren’t sure if you’re annoyed that Remus is insinuating otherwise, or if you’re touched that he doesn’t want you to be hexed into oblivion by Snape. “Especially from him.”
“Oh, I know,” Remus raises both hands in surrender as his tone becomes grave. “It’s not you I’m worried about, trouble.”
“Ha ha,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes at the nickname. He started it around a year ago when you got your first ever detention for helping Sirius and James Charm the Slytherin chairs to throw them off every time someone sat. Your friends had kept quiet about your involvement, but Peeves had spotted you, the nosy bastard. The nickname stemmed from the fact it was the first time you had ever gotten into trouble and it never failed to irritate you. “You better be careful I don’t hex you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of annoying you,” he says, but the serious tone of voice is ruined by the way his lips are twitching in an attempt not to laugh at you. “After what happened when I said I didn’t like that one Jane Austen book? Forget it.”
“Hey, you insulted one of my favourite characters,” you point out, resting a hand on your hip. “What did Emma ever do to you? You had that hex coming.”
“I had pink hair for a week,” Remus narrows his eyes at you, but you can tell he isn’t really angry. Although he refuses to admit it, you know for a fact he didn’t hate the pink hair considering how good he looked with it. An annoying indiscretion on your part. Remus looks behind you for a split second before leaning in a little to whisper. “I won’t get in the way if you want to turn Snape’s hair pink, though. Preferably a very bright shade of flaming, hot pink.”
At risk of your own cheeks flaming up from how close he is – really, what’s the need? – you shake your head let your hair fall into your face. Almost having forgotten Snape is also there, you start when he scoffs (for what you think is the millionth time this afternoon) and you sigh before facing him begrudgingly. “What now?”
“Couldn’t handle the content of today’s lesson?” he asks, tiling his head. You’re about to ask him what the hell he’s talking about before you realise, he isn’t actually talking to you, but to the boy behind you.
“Uh…” you trail off, not sure how to respond. All three of you currently standing in the corridor know that Remus is smart enough to tackle any type of content, especially something as memorable and interesting as werewolves.
Remus’ amused demeanour has been wiped away and you can’t determine his exact expression, but his voice is cold when he talks to you. “Just ignore him.”
“You and your group of friends can’t help themselves when it comes to defending strays and all sorts,” Snape continues, much to your confusion. “It’s not enough that you’re a group full of blood-traitors and mudbloods…”
Remus tenses up behind you and you find yourself frozen for a second.
The next thing you know, you’re lunging at the greasy-haired Slytherin with every intention of hurting his face with your fists, wand long forgotten. Your fingers barely brush his robes, however, when you feel yourself being hauled back by strong arms that wrap around your middle.
“Let go!” you snarl, enjoying the way Snape has backed away, eyes wide and worried. “Did you hear what he said? Remus, let me go.”
He doesn’t relent, still holding onto you when he leans down to speak in your ear. “You’ve already gotten into trouble. You’ll get into a whole lot more when everyone walks out to see Snape with a black eye and you with bruised knuckles.”
“Worth it,” you grit out, still pulling away from his grip and throwing daggers with your eyes at Snape. After a few more seconds of pointless struggling, you relax very slightly just to turn in his arms so you can direct your next words to him more pointedly. “Not only is he a slimy, blood-supremacist twat, but he also wants to kill a poor bunch of werewolves. We should be throwing him into the bloody Black Lake!”
“I know, I-” Remus is cut off when the door opens and students start flooding into the corridor to provide a barrier between you and Snape, indicating the end of the lesson. Remus finally lets you go when he realises you’re in direct view of Professor Marigold who stands behind her desk, waiting for you. “I had no idea you were such an advocate for werewolves.”
It’s the last thing you expected him to say and you immediately look up at him and frown. “Again, they’re people. They don’t deserve to be victims of prejudice just as no one does.” He doesn’t respond, staring at you with an unreadable expression and a hint of a smile. Your frown deepens in confusion. Was he… laughing at you? Especially after you had just gotten along. “I’m so glad you find me amusing,” you say, scowling and storming back into the classroom and away from Remus.
3. when he's too good for flower crowns.
“Tell it again,” James insists, grin wide as ever plastered onto his face despite the withering look you send his way. “Getting a glimpse at even the possibility of Snivellus getting pummelled by Y/N would have made my entire year.”
“The galleons I’d give up to have been there,” Sirius releases a wistful sigh, closing his eyes as he lies down, facing the sun.
You hand him the daisy chain crown you just finished and he dutifully dons it. “I’ll alert the Ministry of Magic to order in a time-turner for an issue of utmost urgency,” you say sarcastically as you start on the next daisy chain. Sirius merely winks at you.
“I think you should’ve let her have at him, Remus,” Marlene states, unapologetic. You nod vehemently in agreement, a little too enthusiastically as you end up splitting a daisy down the middle.
Lily tuts, adjusting her own flower crown as it slips against her silky red hair. “I’m glad you didn’t. Godric knows what Professor Marigold would have done,” she shudders at the thought, ever the diligent student.
“Forget Marigold,” Peter chimes in. “Imagine what Professor McGonagall would have done.”
You don’t miss how he looks over his shoulder in case your head of house is taking a stroll along the grassy grounds.
“She would have combusted when you called him an ugly arse,” Remus pipes in, unhelpfully might you add, from where he sits slightly away from the group under a tree, reading.
The comment sends Marlene, Sirius and Peter into a fit of laughter – James is too busy staring at the way the sun is making Lily look ethereal and she’s too busy pretending not to notice while being secretly pleased. Doing a quick survey of your friends, you see everyone now has a flower crown except Remus. You make your way to the tree he’s resting against while the others chat, and sit yourself down with purpose.
Remus lowers his book very slightly to peer at you and your too-sweet smile. He raises a sceptical brow. “Should I be scared right now?”
You drop the fake smile and hold up your flower crown expectantly. “Everyone has one, but you.”
“How observant,” he says, setting his book down to look at you in mock astonishment. “Have the Aurors at the Ministry caught wind of you yet?”
“Don’t be a pain,” you groan, dropping it onto his open book. “I want everyone to wear one for the picture!”
Remus sighs, looking at the large camera over by your bag. You had saved up all summer to buy a magical camera to be able to take pictures of you and your friends in your final year at Hogwarts. The time you used your own muggle camera was a disaster of sparks and broken bits of plastic that took hours to mend. “I already agreed to your incessant picture-taking,” he reminds you, acting like it’s the most painful thing in the world. “The flower crown is not happening.”
“Fine, you miserable git,” you flick a handful of grass at him, sending him sputtering. “Now come and sit for the photo.”
You return to the group with Remus behind you and get everyone in position before hunting down someone to take the photo. Glancing around, you spot a close bunch of first-years and send Lily to use her Head Girl credentials (and warm and inviting personality, of course) to rope one of them into coming over.
“Okay, smile everyone,” you order, plopping down on the grass next to James. You elbow him in the ribs, not even having to look at him to know what he’s doing. “Stop looking at Lily and look at the camera.”
With a couple of mutterings and some nudging, the nervous first-year Hufflepuff girl shakily takes the picture and hurriedly hands you the camera in the middle of the picture sliding out of it. James and Sirius go back to playing with a golden Snitch while Peter watches, while Remus returns to his book.
Lily looks at the picture and coos over how cute everyone looks at the same time as Marlene complaining about her hair. You impatiently take the picture back to slide it into your photo album and something catches your eye.
Sirius is making a peace sign behind Remus’ head. His head that wears a flower crown.
4. when he bleeds out on you.
You’re not sure what time it is – either very late at night, or very early in the morning. You do know, however, that you want to finish your Herbology essay so you can enjoy tomorrow (or today) and cheer your friends on in the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch game. You only have the conclusion left and you’re confident it’ll be done in the next ten minutes.
If you can find your damned quill, that is. You could have sworn you had it ten minutes ago, just before you snuck down to the kitchens to persuade the house-elves to give you the strongest cup of coffee they could make. You take a quick sip and grimace at the lukewarm temperature before setting it down and getting up to search. After turning every sofa cushion upside down, you go to crouch behind the sofa.
You hear the door to the common room being swung open and the hushed voices of the Marauders enter, but you don’t take too much notice as you squint for your quill. It isn’t unusual for the boys to be roaming around the castle at odd hours of the night, but a hiss of pain grabs your attention at the same time you spot the quill.
“Can you guys manage taking him up to the-” Sirius cuts himself off when your face pops up from behind the sofa. He freezes in his efforts to hold up Remus, who you notice is leaning on him and James and Merlin’s balls he’s covered in blood.
“What the fuck happened to him?” Your voice comes out weak as you walk over to the boys. Remus has deep, bleeding slashes over his chest and an assortment of little cuts on his face and hands. He seems barely able to keep his eyes open but when his gaze meets yours, he winces. He isn’t the only one hurt and you realise Sirius’ arm is damp with blood and trembling, the same going for James’ thigh. “What the fuck happened to all of you, oh my God…?”
“Peter, you were supposed to keep watch,” James hisses at the boy who looks like a deer in headlights. He looks a lot better than the others, with only a couple of small cuts scattered around his face and arms.
“She was behind the sofa!”
James’ leg buckles and you snap out of your state of shock to dart forward and keep him steady. “Right. Shit, okay,” you breathe out, holding off asking any questions to prevent anyone from bleeding out. “James, Sirius, set Remus down on the sofa and take off his shirt. Peter, help these two up the stairs and go find a first-aid kit or something.”
“We’ve got a couple in the dorm,” Sirius says, summoning one of them down with a quick Accio and handing it to you. He hesitates for a second, probably unsure if he should stay and explain things, before deciding to turn in the direction of the stairs with James as Peter rushes to help them up. “Look after him, please. We’ll be right back, Moony.”
“Take your time, I’ve got him,” you utter, already fiddling with the first-aid box and trying to open it with shaky hands. You’re no healer, but you know enough to panic when you see Remus has had his eyes closed for the last few seconds. “Remus, keep your eyes open!”
He groans, cracking one eye open to look at you. “I’m injured and bleeding out and you still manage to yell at me.”
“I wasn’t yelling,” you frown, unscrewing the bottle of dittany and scrambling for the cotton pads. You try to avoid Remus’ gaze because you feel extremely silly about being more panicked than him when he’s the one with claw marks down his chest. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt.”
While dabbing the liquid onto the deep gashes in an attempt to close them up, you ponder on the fact that he probably knows it hurts from experience. You’re not completely clueless.
“What are you thinking?” Remus whispers in the stifling quiet of the common room, looking unsure.
You don’t cease in your movements, changing cotton pad after cotton pad. It takes you a minute to muster up the courage to meet Remus’ gaze again and this time he looks more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”
Remus gives you an almost imperceptible nod, like he doesn’t want to admit to it. You take a deep breath.
“Who else knows?” you ask calmly, as if you’re asking him about the weather.
“The boys and Lily,” he admits, swallowing hard. “Oh, and Snape.”
“Snape?” you exclaim, halting your dabbing to gawp at Remus. “I’m not saying you had to tell me or anything, but Snape?”
Remus winces and you don’t think it has anything to do with his injuries. “In my defence he found out on his own and hates me for it,” he rushes out. “And it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you… I-”
“It’s fine,” you cut him off, waving him off and wondering how good you’re hiding the fact you’re a little hurt. “You didn’t have to tell me.”
“No, I wanted to. I did,” Remus insists, looking earnest. There’s something in his voice that’s a little pained and desperate that has you meeting his eyes. “I just couldn’t have dealt with it if you started looking at me differently. The boys and Lily sometimes do, y’know? Like I’m made of glass or something. It’s refreshing whenever you scowl at me or call me an idiot or an arse or a stupid gi-”
“Okay,” you stop him, stifling a grin. “I get it!”
Remus’ eyes flash with relief for a second before you notice doubt start to creep in again. “You don’t need to hide it, by the way. I won’t hold it against you if… If you’re scared or disgusted, or-”
“What?” you cut him off again and scrunch your nose in confusion. “I’m not scared or disgusted. Why would you think that?”
“You’ve been a bit too calm,” he points out.
Rolling your eyes, you grab a bandage to start patching up the worst of the injuries before you move onto the minor cuts and bruises. “I didn’t want you to think I was freaking out, or looking at you differently,” you quote his own words to him with a pointed look, making him smile again. “I don’t, you know. Think of you any differently, I mean.”
His expression is unreadable as he just looks at you and you just look at him, bandage hovering over his chest before his fingers come up to brush the back of your hand. He lightly holds your hand, softly running his thumb over your knuckle as his voice drops to a whisper again. “Thank you.”
You offer him a gentle smile, holding his gaze for a second longer before focusing on bandaging him up again. His hand drops to the side and you oddly find yourself missing his warmth. The large bandage adheres to his skin and you run your fingers along the sides to stick them down, feeling him shudder under your touch.
You quickly busy yourself with looking for more supplies in the kit to hide the way your own breathing has increased slightly. “Hey, anyway, I almost walloped Snape right in the eye for you. If that wasn’t any indication of my standing on werewolves, I don’t know what is.”
“Ah, my knight in shining armour,” Remus chuckles before breaking into a wheeze as the muscles of his injured abdomen contract. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh.”
“Don’t laugh at me then!”
5. when you’re definitely not jealous… you’re not!
Three cups of coffee. You’re on three cups of coffee. It’s also the same number of hours you’ve slept and by Godric can you feel it in every inch of your body as the muted chatter of the Great Hall buzzes around you. Your head is in your hands as you contemplate stealing some Polyjuice potion and bribing a first-year to take a dose with your hair in it so you can go to bed and they can pretend to watch the Quidditch match.
You knock back the last sip of coffee when you sense a presence sliding onto the bench in front of you. Groggily setting the cup down, you see that its Remus. It takes a second to remember why this is concerning.
“Morning, h- Wait, what the hell are you doing out of bed?” you hiss, leaning forward to avoid anyone listening in. You scan your eyes over his chest, two seconds away from ripping his shirt off to check his bandages. “How are you even standing?”
“Relax, Florence Nightingale,” Remus says, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. He does his own quick sweep of the table and sees that most people are out in the Quidditch stands already, so he proceeds to pull the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal an already fading scar. No bleeding in sight. “I went to Madame Pomfrey with the boys this morning and she hurried up the process like she usually does. I feel achier than a 90-year-old woman with a metal hip, but the brunt of it is gone and Pads and Prongs are good as new.”
“Okay,” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes slightly. “If you’re sure you can sit out in the stands…”
“I can once I’ve consumed every cup of tea on the premises,” he says, reaching for the teapot. An annoyingly smug smirk starts to appear on his face while he pours. “What, are you worried about me, trouble?”
You scowl instantly. “No, I just don’t want you collapsing on me in the Quidditch stands while I’m cheering the boys on.”
“Right.” He hides his grin behind his cup of tea.
“Hey,” you mumble, nodding to Patricia Holloway who looks like she’s making a beeline to your table. More specifically, towards Remus. “Bright and cheery Hufflepuff incoming.”
“Merlin, it’s too early for this,” Remus whispers, taking another sip of tea before his face breaks out into a charming smile directed at the girl who slides into the empty seat next to him. “Morning, Patricia.”
“You look good today, Remus,” Patricia rests her elbow on the table and tilts her head to look at him with simpering eyes. It’s no secret Remus is good-looking and you’ve heard a million girls talk about him before. You’ve never seen any of them approach him yourself, though. You can’t say you enjoy it. “Are you… okay, Y/N?”
You didn’t realise you were scowling until she addresses you and you rapidly smooth out your expression, clearing your throat. Remus looks amused, which makes it harder to keep the scowl off your face. “Fine! I’m fine, just a bit confused since Remus looks half asleep,” you attempt a laugh through gritted teeth and are spurred on when Remus is actively trying to fight a grin. “And his hair currently makes him look like he’s been dragged through the Forbidden Forest.”
He can’t stop himself snorting at that, but Patricia just looks confused as though unsure how to react. She settles on a nervous little laugh, turning back to him. “I can fix that for you, here,” she says, scooting closer and starts to run her hands through Remus’ hair. You poke your cheek with your tongue, marvelling at how bold she’s being and how Remus is just sat there, still looking amused as ever. “There, what do you think?”
“A hairbrush couldn’t have done a better job,” you deadpan, softening your expression slightly when Patricia begins to look a little disconcerted. “You keep doing that, I’m going to head off to the Quidditch field.”
You all but storm out of the Great Hall, exhaustion having left you completely. It’s replaced by a newfound whirl of irritation that pools in your stomach and creeps up your throat, making you feel a little sick. It must be the coffee, you think, and you’re trying to remember if the beverage has ever made you experience this when all of a sudden there’s a hand circling your wrist.
“Stop, Y/N,” Remus says, a little breathless. You didn’t realise he’d run out after you and you feel bad about his injuries before your gaze snags on his newly tousled hair. “Godric, you walk fast.”
“I didn’t ask you to catch up to me,” you snap, purposely scowling this time. The cheeky bastard still looks amused and your irritation is growing faster than ever. “Besides, the match doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time for Patricia to give you a whole new hairdo. Maybe she can give you plaits or– Why are you laughing.”
“You’re jealous,” he exhales with a smile, sounding positively delighted. Any feelings of concern have disappeared and are being rapidly replaced with wanting to thwack him upside the head. “Oh my God, you really are jealous.”
“Jealous, my arse,” you scoff, turning your back to him with every intention of speed walking out of the castle. His long legs keep up with you easily and he rushes in front of you to stop you going anywhere. You glare at him. “Leave me alone, Lupin.”
“Not until you admit that you’re jealous.” Remus is positively giddy with glee and you feel a flush of heat crawling up your neck. You set your jaw stubbornly and he’s incredulous as he shakes his head. “Merlin, you really have to argue with me on everything don’t you? I don’t care about Patricia Holloway and I’m glad you’re jealous. Means you’re less likely to break my nose when I kiss you.”
You barely get the chance to make an incoherent noise when Remus grabs you by the waist and presses his lips against yours, kissing you like he isn’t prepared to let you go anytime soon. His mouth slides hot and wet against your own and you gasp into the kiss when he nips lightly at your lip, your hands coming up to slide into his hair, making it unruly all over again.
Remus is the first to break apart, too soon, and you physically restrain yourself from chasing after his lips. He pulls back slightly, breathing fast to look into your eyes, searching for the answer you’re unable to speak yet.
“You… uh, I-I’m…” you trail off, dazed and breathless and head swirling with every emotion under the sun.
Remus laughs, pulling you impossibly close and leaving a soft kiss on your jaw, which doesn’t help your current speech issues. “If I knew that was all it took to shut you up, I’d have kissed you years ago.”
“Wha-!” You slap his arm, snapping out of the haze. You hide your current uncertainty behind a glare. It hit you like a ton of bricks, but you realised about five seconds into the kiss that you wanted Remus Lupin in every way, shape and form. You’re more than a little terrified, so what better defence mechanism than anger? “Why did you actually kiss me, you prick?”
“You are the densest, most clueless,” Remus begins, pausing to kiss you lightly a couple times when you start to scowl. “Most stubborn and most beautiful little witch I’ve ever known. And if you haven’t figured out after almost seven years that I love you, then I’m afraid we might have to admit you to St Mungo’s, because really-”
“Stop,” you whisper, lifting a finger to press against his lips, effectively silencing him. “You love me? You actually, seriously love me?”
He rolls his eyes and nods, like it’s obvious or something. You huff. “Then why have you been such an annoying pain in my bloody arse, Remus Lupin?!”
“Because,” he says, the word coming out muffled and you hastily remove your finger. “It was a good way to keep your attention. Plus, I like when you’re angry. It’s cute.”
You scowl without thinking and his smile impossibly widens.
“See?”
“Shut up and kiss me again,” you say dryly, pulling him in by the collar to give him a short, searing kiss. “Oh, and I guess I love you too.”
“So, no broken noses in my future?” Remus asks hopefully, softly sliding his nose against yours.
I want to turn the love triangle I was in into a fanfic/story. But what if it makes me go delulu and keeps me from moving on asdkflhgos Especially since I'm going back home for Christmas and it's like...??? I could reach out and try to talk to him???!!
Anyway, I'm currently thinking Seungmin x Reader x Jeongin. Thoughts?
Thank you for the tag @skzoologist <3 asdfklgsd I can't read Korean so I frankly have no idea what song that is OTL let's call it a parody because Hyunjin in that pic is giving sassy paboracha
(The real last photo I had saved on my phone was me and my ex, but that's not as fun lol)
If we're using Seungmin's pic, I'm feeling action set in traditional Korea (??? I can't tell where his outfit is pulling influence from). Maybe someone's got some wicked sound based magical powers like the concept photos and teasers implied.
If we're using my ex, it's an angsty romance movie.
No pressure tags~ @tonkatesuramen [oh whoops I'm sorry for tagging you again, you already did this!] @queen-in-the-shadows
Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)
Favorite color: Blue and purple!
Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!
Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things
Relationship status: Single
Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”
Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^
Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl
Last song: Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead (I was listening to some random playlist)
Favorite color: I can’t choose! They’re all great!
Last movie: The Thing 🥶🐕 (just watched it this morning lol)
Sweet/spicy/savory: ALLL AT ONCE🍧🔥
Relationship: SINGLLLLE 🖤🩶🤍💜
Last thing I googled: taylor grazing act pdf (for a mock trial based off the cliven bundy issue that started in 2013–really interesting stuff actually)
Last song: Parachute - Acapella Version by Liel Bar-Z (idk why it's been stuck on my head for the whole day and i have just been breaking into it from time to time
Favorite color: greyish blue :]
Last movie/TV show: murder drones (watched all of it today :]) (last movie was the fnaf movie)
Sweet/spicy/savory?: savory all the way (i like spice just fine but im not a sweet food kinda person)
Relationship status: loving my friends very much <- very aro
Last thing I googled: uhhhhhh epiousion (?) (i think) (it was because of a post ant reblogged too i think)
Current obsession: rotating a tor with a hole in my head
Thank you for the tag @skzoologist! Haha I love these older styled question tags as well~
Last song: Tombi by Kvi Baba, but I also have an audacity project currently open with FNF by Stray Kids
Favorite color: Lavender and aquamarine
Last movie/TV show: Trigun Stampede (hence the last song because ugh i'm obsessed with the opening), but in the past week I've also watched some Fruits Basket and Kaguya Sama: Love is War
Sweet/spicy/savory?: Sweet! Living on my own has enabled me to keep on getting the baked goods at walmart and it's very quickly becoming a very bad problem
Relationship status: Single
Last thing I googled: savory snack recipes for gifts - I want to make someone food as a christmas present but they don't like sweets so cookies are off the table and I don't know what else I can make
Current obsession: Trigun Stampede, building a website for my youtaite/youtube shenanigans and it's taking SO LONG to make it look nice, making character docs for RWBY original characters
No pressure Tags: @tonkatesuramen @queen-in-the-shadows @kaitlynpcallmebeepme @starsofasteria
Here's my result from the new version! I feel like I've done other quotev quizzes like this and part of me wants to say I've always gotten Hyunjin... (also I totally had to look up their MBTIs)
Also, this is for the older one. Bang Chan won by a landslide lmao
No pressure tags @tonkatesuramen @starsofasteria @skzoologist @kaitlynpcallmebeepme
Fly Away my Love: Chapter 11
Fandom: Stray Kids
Pairing: OT8 x GN! reader (Please let me know if I accidentally slip up!)
Genre: YA Dystopian
Warnings: Violence in the form of being pinned down and captured. Nightmares.
Masterlist
Han stifled a laugh, "no, he doesn't read minds with his hands."
"So what does he do?" You pressed. You had to admit that Chan stating that it was time for everyone to start training together excited you. It meant that you’d probably get to see everyone’s abilities! And for having been together for what was probably months, and still not knowing most people’s abilities was frustrating. You wanted to know more about them all, you still only had seen half of their abilities in action, and you had no idea what IN, Chan, or Changbin could do.
“That’s probably something best heard from him.” Han interrupted before Felix could say anything.
“I feel like he’s been getting less friendly with me.” You couldn’t help but frown. He was the one who suggested for you to join the whole group but it felt like you were seeing him less and less. The few times you did see him were always barely frosty, as if he was growing more and more distrustful. Maybe he was having second thoughts about having you join the group.
“I think he’s just on edge.” Felix mentioned as he chewed on his necklace, “things have been weird since you showed up.”
“I swear it’s not me!” you hastily waved your hands around to try and dispel the suspicion.
“Seungmin was never able to figure out your ability,” Han looked at you curiously, “your ability isn’t bad luck, is it?” there was a bit of a snicker, but he was looking at you with a serious gaze. It was a genuine question.
“If it is, I wouldn’t know it.” You grumbled as you thought back to the torture in District 9, “you know they like flashy abilities.”
Han and Felix just shrugged, “I guess.” Han agreed half-heartedly, “but you know Seungmin’s isn’t too crazy.”
“Dude looks like a demon whenever he activates his ability,” you scoffed as you thought to his unnatural red glow. Han whispered something under his breath to Felix who giggled at it. You raised an eyebrow at the two of them but neither said a thing. “Fine.” You shoved away from the table, “you two go have your secret conversation.”
“Wait (s/n) that’s not-” Felix tried to fix the situation but you were already on edge from the sticky notes, Chan, and everything that was going on so you ignored him and went back to your room. “Han!”
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“I don’t understand you.” You crossed your arms as you glared at Ina. Or maybe it was your mind’s version of Ina. You still had no idea what these dreams were. It felt too real for it to be all made up in your mind and there was no break in the continuity, so it didn’t feel like a dream. However, the way Ina was acting was so weird. The real one you knew would be much more concerned. The way Chan was concerned, the way everybody else was concerned, the way you were concerned. This Ina was the only person who seemed to think this was all normal and it couldn’t be right.
“What am I doing that’s weird?” she asked as she picked at her fingernails and then held them out to examine.
Your jaw dropped before you grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her, “who are you?”
The pillow hit its mark and she nearly fell off the bed, “what are you talking about?” her dark eyes were wide in shock as she looked at you.
“I have never in my life seen Ina care about something as frivolous as her nails.”
She rolled her eyes, “seriously? That’s what’s got you all worked up?” she readjusted her position to lay down more comfortably on the bed, “this is just the only place where I feel safe enough to care.”
“But why does it matter? You’re dead! You’re not trying to impress anyone.” You huffed. It was all so confusing. The Ina you knew was pragmatic and serious. She’d take information from the world around her and form plans. She had drive and motivation. This version was a lazy, uninspired pain in the behind.
“Ouch.” She responded with little bite behind it.
“And other than that, why does this whole situation not seem weird to you?” you stared at her over crossed arms, “someone or something has clearly been sneaking into our space and leaving behind creepy notes.”
“Probably one of the guys playing pranks.” Her tone made it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “guys do that.”
“But Chan already checked!”
“And people lie.” She rolled her eyes, “don’t worry about it, it’s not like anyone is hurt.”
“Yet.”
She crossed her arms, “what do you want me to react with?” she put her hands up to her face in mockery, “oh no what a tragedy! You all need to run away and hide!”
You huffed, this was worse. “Nevermind. I thought you would be more empathetic but clearly you’re just some weird dream.”
“Whatever.”
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"IN, could you do a probability check for me?" it was so sudden and nonchalant that Chan asked whilst you were all eating dinner.
IN cracked his neck a couple of times, “what am I checking for?”
“The probability of all of us surviving the next year.” His voice was stern and he had his hands clasped together in thought as he looked at something far in the distance. You heard Hyunjin gulp next to you.
IN closed his eyes and then his whole body took on a blue glow. He seemed to gain a sort of floatiness and you could see the strings of his hoodie start to float up and even his hair started to float around like he was sitting at the bottom of a pool. His hands started to move around in front of him, as if he was swiping through invisible options only visible from behind his eyelids. Everyone was waiting with bated breath and soon IN stopped moving. “7%.” There was a moment of silence, “should I try and change-?”
“No!” It was both Lee Know and Chan who yelled it out loud and IN’s eyes snapped open from being startled and immediately the blue glow and floatiness disappeared.
“Ah, right. Sorry.” He sheepishly rubbed at his neck, and it was clear there was a bigger story behind the last time he used his ability.
“We’re going to practice sparring.” Chan decided, “I know it’s been awhile since some of you have used your abilities, we need to use them. Get used to them. See how we can enhance them in battle.”
“You think we’re going to go into battle?” Felix’s eyes creased with worry.
“Given that probability,” he jerked his head to IN, “most definitely.”
“We could all just starve to death.” Han tried to joke but was met with several deadpanned stares. “Okeyyyy.”
“I guess it’s a good thing Changbin kept on working out,” Hyunjin nodded.
“You’re all scrawny,” Changbin teased in response, “it’s about time you all got into shape.”
Seungmin jokingly protested, “if I’m lighter I can run away faster.”
Minho sighed through his nose, “that’s not how it works.”
“Those of us on night shift will start tonight.” Chan looked at Felix and Seungmin. They nodded, Felix looking a little bit more determined than Seungmin.
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The panting of your chest was nearly painful you were breathing so hard. It was dark and you could barely see dark blue shapes in front of you that you dodged around. You felt your eyes were wide open in an attempt to get more light and to see better, but it did little to help. You were running. From what, you had no clue, but the terror sticking in your bones and the weighted feeling of dread was more than enough to keep you running.
You could hear your own feet pounding on the cold, smooth floor and then you recognized the place. The realization caused a chill to pour over you and you almost tripped over your feet. The pounding of your heart almost drowned out the rapid footsteps behind you and you hastily restarted your run moments away from being capture.
Your feet felt like they were skidding out from underneath you and the sudden corner in front of you did nothing to help as you suddenly turned and practically gave your feet carpet burn. You didn’t know where you were running to, you had no plan. It was just to get away, but the maze of walls, corners, and low lighting did nothing to orient yourself. You could feel your strength draining and it was only so long that you could run through the abyss. It was fear and adrenaline that kept you going. Your lungs felt like they were on fire and your mouth and throat were painfully parched. Your legs were already sore and the harsh impact on your feet was starting to send sharp pain shooting up your legs.
And as soon as you realized just how much pain you were in from running, you tripped. You tripped over nothing like the fool in a movie. There was no time to react as you were immediately pounced on. A heavy weight threw itself onto you and crushed your body underneath. Now, you felt like you couldn’t breathe just because of the weight pushing down on your stomach and lungs. You thrashed around and tried to kick and punch at whatever you could but strong hands quickly grabbed ahold of your flailing legs as another set of hands came to your neck. You choked again and frantically tried to pull at the hands around your neck but they were simply to big and strong. Your already shoddy vision and burning lungs got worse as your body begged for oxygen and the blue light started to fade to black. You wanted to scream, you wanted to escape, you wanted to be away from it all.
And then you woke up.
Your heart was pounding so loud you could practically feel it in your ears. You looked around and coughed at the dryness in your mouth. You were still in the same room that you fell asleep in. The bedsheets still had that gaudy colorful pattern on it, there was no moonlight filtering through the window but you could feel the crisp draft coming through the edges. The blankets on you felt stifling and you frantically kicked them off but got more and more panicked as you realized how tangled they were in your legs and kicking was doing nothing.
You tried to push yourself away from it, out of your blankets, but you ended up falling out of your bed with a loud “thud.” You tried pulling at it with your hands but it felt like nothing was working. Your breathing was increasing, you could feel yourself getting hot and sweaty, and you could still only hear your heart in your ears.
The door burst open and you let out a surprised scream. Chan was standing there with a knife in his hands poised to stab. He looked around, saw the window was still in-tact (other than the crack that’s been in there since you arrived), and saw you tangled up in your bed sheets on the floor.
The fear in his face melted into concern as he put the knife down and went over to help you out of your mess. You stopped thrashing around and allowed Chan to gently move your limbs around as he untangled the mess of blankets. “Bad nightmare?” he asked softly.
“Yeah.”
“Has this happened before?”
“Not like this.”
It wasn’t long until he successfully got you completely untangled and stood up to help lay the blankets properly on the bed. The entire time you sat on the ground. Still a little bit shell-shocked, still a little bit surprised at Chan to be honest, and just without energy to even doing anything. “Let’s go get some water.” He extended a hand out to you and you grabbed it so he could pull you to your feet.
“Does this happen often?” you couldn’t help but ask as you followed him through the halls to the kitchen. He was so nonchalant and calm about it and didn’t even question anything.
“More frequently than we’d like.” He confessed as he looked for a cup, “but understandable nonetheless.” He grabbed one and filled it up with water before sliding it across the counter to you. “Wouldn’t exactly call District 9 homey.” He grabbed another mug that was already sitting out and topped it off with water before sitting down with you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to force a conversation, but it wasn’t awkward. He was there to listen if you wanted to say anything, but if you didn’t, that was fine. He would just be another human to remind you that you’re not alone and to provide that sense of comfort.
As you looked at him through the dim lighting of the kitchen it seemed like the dark bags under his eyes got more pronounced. The hoodie he was wearing was showing obvious signs of wear and looked like hadn’t been replaced in years based on the fraying threads and holes of thin fabric. You thought back to the serious conversation that morning with the sticky notes and the conversation afterward with Han and Felix. Which speaking of… “I thought Felix and Seungmin were also on night watch.”
“They’re elsewhere,” he waved a hand and you noticed that there were 2 other cups out on the table, “they’re taking a walk to try and fight off the sleep.”
You nodded and your mind wandered back to the group meeting. When he was talking to everyone he seemed like a fearless leader. He seemed like the harsh boss grilling everyone and commanding the next steps. But sitting next to him in the middle of the night made him feel more human. The slight hunch in his neck and the way his shoulders caved in on himself as if the weight of the world was being put on them. Looking at this version of Chan seemed so much more open and kind, closer to the one you first met rather than the one you got to know. You didn’t know if there was ever going to be another chance like this so you didn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth, “do you hate me?”
Fly Away my Love: Chapter 11
Fandom: Stray Kids
Pairing: OT8 x GN! reader (Please let me know if I accidentally slip up!)
Genre: YA Dystopian
Warnings: Violence in the form of being pinned down and captured. Nightmares.
Masterlist
Han stifled a laugh, "no, he doesn't read minds with his hands."
"So what does he do?" You pressed. You had to admit that Chan stating that it was time for everyone to start training together excited you. It meant that you’d probably get to see everyone’s abilities! And for having been together for what was probably months, and still not knowing most people’s abilities was frustrating. You wanted to know more about them all, you still only had seen half of their abilities in action, and you had no idea what IN, Chan, or Changbin could do.
“That’s probably something best heard from him.” Han interrupted before Felix could say anything.
“I feel like he’s been getting less friendly with me.” You couldn’t help but frown. He was the one who suggested for you to join the whole group but it felt like you were seeing him less and less. The few times you did see him were always barely frosty, as if he was growing more and more distrustful. Maybe he was having second thoughts about having you join the group.
“I think he’s just on edge.” Felix mentioned as he chewed on his necklace, “things have been weird since you showed up.”
“I swear it’s not me!” you hastily waved your hands around to try and dispel the suspicion.
“Seungmin was never able to figure out your ability,” Han looked at you curiously, “your ability isn’t bad luck, is it?” there was a bit of a snicker, but he was looking at you with a serious gaze. It was a genuine question.
“If it is, I wouldn’t know it.” You grumbled as you thought back to the torture in District 9, “you know they like flashy abilities.”
Han and Felix just shrugged, “I guess.” Han agreed half-heartedly, “but you know Seungmin’s isn’t too crazy.”
“Dude looks like a demon whenever he activates his ability,” you scoffed as you thought to his unnatural red glow. Han whispered something under his breath to Felix who giggled at it. You raised an eyebrow at the two of them but neither said a thing. “Fine.” You shoved away from the table, “you two go have your secret conversation.”
“Wait (s/n) that’s not-” Felix tried to fix the situation but you were already on edge from the sticky notes, Chan, and everything that was going on so you ignored him and went back to your room. “Han!”
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“I don’t understand you.” You crossed your arms as you glared at Ina. Or maybe it was your mind’s version of Ina. You still had no idea what these dreams were. It felt too real for it to be all made up in your mind and there was no break in the continuity, so it didn’t feel like a dream. However, the way Ina was acting was so weird. The real one you knew would be much more concerned. The way Chan was concerned, the way everybody else was concerned, the way you were concerned. This Ina was the only person who seemed to think this was all normal and it couldn’t be right.
“What am I doing that’s weird?” she asked as she picked at her fingernails and then held them out to examine.
Your jaw dropped before you grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her, “who are you?”
The pillow hit its mark and she nearly fell off the bed, “what are you talking about?” her dark eyes were wide in shock as she looked at you.
“I have never in my life seen Ina care about something as frivolous as her nails.”
She rolled her eyes, “seriously? That’s what’s got you all worked up?” she readjusted her position to lay down more comfortably on the bed, “this is just the only place where I feel safe enough to care.”
“But why does it matter? You’re dead! You’re not trying to impress anyone.” You huffed. It was all so confusing. The Ina you knew was pragmatic and serious. She’d take information from the world around her and form plans. She had drive and motivation. This version was a lazy, uninspired pain in the behind.
“Ouch.” She responded with little bite behind it.
“And other than that, why does this whole situation not seem weird to you?” you stared at her over crossed arms, “someone or something has clearly been sneaking into our space and leaving behind creepy notes.”
“Probably one of the guys playing pranks.” Her tone made it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “guys do that.”
“But Chan already checked!”
“And people lie.” She rolled her eyes, “don’t worry about it, it’s not like anyone is hurt.”
“Yet.”
She crossed her arms, “what do you want me to react with?” she put her hands up to her face in mockery, “oh no what a tragedy! You all need to run away and hide!”
You huffed, this was worse. “Nevermind. I thought you would be more empathetic but clearly you’re just some weird dream.”
“Whatever.”
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"IN, could you do a probability check for me?" it was so sudden and nonchalant that Chan asked whilst you were all eating dinner.
IN cracked his neck a couple of times, “what am I checking for?”
“The probability of all of us surviving the next year.” His voice was stern and he had his hands clasped together in thought as he looked at something far in the distance. You heard Hyunjin gulp next to you.
IN closed his eyes and then his whole body took on a blue glow. He seemed to gain a sort of floatiness and you could see the strings of his hoodie start to float up and even his hair started to float around like he was sitting at the bottom of a pool. His hands started to move around in front of him, as if he was swiping through invisible options only visible from behind his eyelids. Everyone was waiting with bated breath and soon IN stopped moving. “7%.” There was a moment of silence, “should I try and change-?”
“No!” It was both Lee Know and Chan who yelled it out loud and IN’s eyes snapped open from being startled and immediately the blue glow and floatiness disappeared.
“Ah, right. Sorry.” He sheepishly rubbed at his neck, and it was clear there was a bigger story behind the last time he used his ability.
“We’re going to practice sparring.” Chan decided, “I know it’s been awhile since some of you have used your abilities, we need to use them. Get used to them. See how we can enhance them in battle.”
“You think we’re going to go into battle?” Felix’s eyes creased with worry.
“Given that probability,” he jerked his head to IN, “most definitely.”
“We could all just starve to death.” Han tried to joke but was met with several deadpanned stares. “Okeyyyy.”
“I guess it’s a good thing Changbin kept on working out,” Hyunjin nodded.
“You’re all scrawny,” Changbin teased in response, “it’s about time you all got into shape.”
Seungmin jokingly protested, “if I’m lighter I can run away faster.”
Minho sighed through his nose, “that’s not how it works.”
“Those of us on night shift will start tonight.” Chan looked at Felix and Seungmin. They nodded, Felix looking a little bit more determined than Seungmin.
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The panting of your chest was nearly painful you were breathing so hard. It was dark and you could barely see dark blue shapes in front of you that you dodged around. You felt your eyes were wide open in an attempt to get more light and to see better, but it did little to help. You were running. From what, you had no clue, but the terror sticking in your bones and the weighted feeling of dread was more than enough to keep you running.
You could hear your own feet pounding on the cold, smooth floor and then you recognized the place. The realization caused a chill to pour over you and you almost tripped over your feet. The pounding of your heart almost drowned out the rapid footsteps behind you and you hastily restarted your run moments away from being capture.
Your feet felt like they were skidding out from underneath you and the sudden corner in front of you did nothing to help as you suddenly turned and practically gave your feet carpet burn. You didn’t know where you were running to, you had no plan. It was just to get away, but the maze of walls, corners, and low lighting did nothing to orient yourself. You could feel your strength draining and it was only so long that you could run through the abyss. It was fear and adrenaline that kept you going. Your lungs felt like they were on fire and your mouth and throat were painfully parched. Your legs were already sore and the harsh impact on your feet was starting to send sharp pain shooting up your legs.
And as soon as you realized just how much pain you were in from running, you tripped. You tripped over nothing like the fool in a movie. There was no time to react as you were immediately pounced on. A heavy weight threw itself onto you and crushed your body underneath. Now, you felt like you couldn’t breathe just because of the weight pushing down on your stomach and lungs. You thrashed around and tried to kick and punch at whatever you could but strong hands quickly grabbed ahold of your flailing legs as another set of hands came to your neck. You choked again and frantically tried to pull at the hands around your neck but they were simply to big and strong. Your already shoddy vision and burning lungs got worse as your body begged for oxygen and the blue light started to fade to black. You wanted to scream, you wanted to escape, you wanted to be away from it all.
And then you woke up.
Your heart was pounding so loud you could practically feel it in your ears. You looked around and coughed at the dryness in your mouth. You were still in the same room that you fell asleep in. The bedsheets still had that gaudy colorful pattern on it, there was no moonlight filtering through the window but you could feel the crisp draft coming through the edges. The blankets on you felt stifling and you frantically kicked them off but got more and more panicked as you realized how tangled they were in your legs and kicking was doing nothing.
You tried to push yourself away from it, out of your blankets, but you ended up falling out of your bed with a loud “thud.” You tried pulling at it with your hands but it felt like nothing was working. Your breathing was increasing, you could feel yourself getting hot and sweaty, and you could still only hear your heart in your ears.
The door burst open and you let out a surprised scream. Chan was standing there with a knife in his hands poised to stab. He looked around, saw the window was still in-tact (other than the crack that’s been in there since you arrived), and saw you tangled up in your bed sheets on the floor.
The fear in his face melted into concern as he put the knife down and went over to help you out of your mess. You stopped thrashing around and allowed Chan to gently move your limbs around as he untangled the mess of blankets. “Bad nightmare?” he asked softly.
“Yeah.”
“Has this happened before?”
“Not like this.”
It wasn’t long until he successfully got you completely untangled and stood up to help lay the blankets properly on the bed. The entire time you sat on the ground. Still a little bit shell-shocked, still a little bit surprised at Chan to be honest, and just without energy to even doing anything. “Let’s go get some water.” He extended a hand out to you and you grabbed it so he could pull you to your feet.
“Does this happen often?” you couldn’t help but ask as you followed him through the halls to the kitchen. He was so nonchalant and calm about it and didn’t even question anything.
“More frequently than we’d like.” He confessed as he looked for a cup, “but understandable nonetheless.” He grabbed one and filled it up with water before sliding it across the counter to you. “Wouldn’t exactly call District 9 homey.” He grabbed another mug that was already sitting out and topped it off with water before sitting down with you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to force a conversation, but it wasn’t awkward. He was there to listen if you wanted to say anything, but if you didn’t, that was fine. He would just be another human to remind you that you’re not alone and to provide that sense of comfort.
As you looked at him through the dim lighting of the kitchen it seemed like the dark bags under his eyes got more pronounced. The hoodie he was wearing was showing obvious signs of wear and looked like hadn’t been replaced in years based on the fraying threads and holes of thin fabric. You thought back to the serious conversation that morning with the sticky notes and the conversation afterward with Han and Felix. Which speaking of… “I thought Felix and Seungmin were also on night watch.”
“They’re elsewhere,” he waved a hand and you noticed that there were 2 other cups out on the table, “they’re taking a walk to try and fight off the sleep.”
You nodded and your mind wandered back to the group meeting. When he was talking to everyone he seemed like a fearless leader. He seemed like the harsh boss grilling everyone and commanding the next steps. But sitting next to him in the middle of the night made him feel more human. The slight hunch in his neck and the way his shoulders caved in on himself as if the weight of the world was being put on them. Looking at this version of Chan seemed so much more open and kind, closer to the one you first met rather than the one you got to know. You didn’t know if there was ever going to be another chance like this so you didn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth, “do you hate me?”
Hey eyeone! I want to know what your favorite songs are, if you see this post you are CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to reblog with at least 1 song you have listened to and enjoyed but if you have more you'd like to share then go ahead! Also tag your friends!
I'll start, I'm going to list 5 of my favorite songs
Dr Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood
134340 Pluto by Cojum Dip
Vulture by Bear ghost
Dear John by I monster
And finally: playing places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake
Here's the people I want to tag
@f4y3w00d5 @ashen-the-tiefling @terrencetheshark14 @underpaid-guard @blacktipreefsharkwizard @the-gnomish-bastard @thatgayforkcrow @lixorloveslicorice @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @agentldiddy @aileaxthevoidien @slutty-wizard-council @monsterfucker-research-wizard and anyone else who wants to play!!!
Found this quiz by seokieleo on twitter and it's real fun so I'm sharing it and starting a tag train 😤
what track from stray kids latest release 樂-STAR do you embody? (includes social path)
Here's my song! Which I just love because Blind Spot is absolutely my favorite B-side of the album.
Tagging @tonkatesuramen @queen-in-the-shadows @skzoologist @starsofasteria @nhularin if you want to do it! No pressure at all though~ And if you see this and you want to do it but haven't been tagged, consider yourself tagged <3
nooo but I felt that 😭 I love doing tag games so much and getting to meet/interact with people this way. Gosh I remember back in like???2015-16 when tag videos on youtube were a big thing and I was sitting there wishing I'd be tagged in something asdflhiosdsf
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