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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Never a better time to type a fanfic while in agonizing pain /hj sorry for the long wait, but a special someone wanted to make art for part 3! ^^ can't thank him enough, it's absolutely adorable! He asked to remain anonymous (and also doesnt have tumblr), but provided a watermark! Stinky_Pinky!

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The kitchen emptied itself of the many monsters. Apart from two, that is.

Attmoz was wiping down the table of its crumbs and sticky residue, a few visible handprints remaining even after its cleansing. Glaishur was cleaning and organizing the dishes he often forgot to attend to, mumbling to himself about how the water left his fur soggy and uncomfortable.

"Children are the most unhygienic creatures," Attmoz joked, "absolute specimens."

"Yeah, but they're cute, so we gotta' keep 'em," Glaishur shrugged

"Where else would they go, anyway? Other than Hornacle, I don't think they'd get very far."

The land these monsters lived on sat in the middle of a vast, everlasting ocean. The island had a sort of mushroom-like shape, curving in the middle and acting like a slide down to the stretched out base, where bits of grass and soil grew whatever life was able to sprout. Blasoom and Scaratar came to the base of the island often, having grown their own plot of grass and few flowers. They created bits of life, even fruits. Apart from their garden, there was nothing but shifting waters as far as the eye can see.

"Well, they are still young-"

Glaishurs words were cut short by the sudden shaking of the walls. The two fell awkwardly silent, looking to finish the cleaning as it began again. Just as it had every day. Their words were muffled, but were still very audible.

"Don't you think you could put in a bit more effort?"

"For what?"

"Come on, we're the ones in charge. It's our job to keep the rest in one piece. I just.. I feel like I'm doing everything."

"This isn't our responsibility, and it shouldn't be either. I'm not watching over monsters that are a year younger than me."

Furnoss grew louder. They always yelled so loudly.

"You know DAMN well I'm not talking about Glaishur or Attmoz - and you know even further that they aren't 'one year younger' either! There's five kids here who aren't even verbal yet. If it isn't our responsibility, then Whose is it? It's not like we can just let them fend for themselves. They'll manage to get themselves killed in seconds!"

"They'll figure it out eventually. We didn't have anyone to guide us."

"And so we shouldn't let THEM have anyone?"

Attmoz motioned for Glaishur to follow, taking him out of the kitchen and to the hallway.

"I don' think they should hear this," Glaishur spoke, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Yeah.. hey, you guys wanna go outside?" Attmoz spoke louder to the rest of the little ones, "Maybe play a bit?"

The excitement of the younger monsters overcame the yelling upstairs. Syncopite led the group outside, Attmoz following behind. Glaishur stood awkwardly, listening in on the argument upstairs.

"Do you understand how fucking difficult this is? Of course you don't! You don't even know which room is which, do you? Galvana takes a whole fucking hour to go to sleep! They're literally the element of energy! You probably didn't even pay attention to that, did you? Oh, or how about the 36 meals I have to make a DAY? How picky each of these little brats can be about what they will and won't touch? Is it so much for you to at least watch over them? Obviously, no one else is capable of that!"

"I do what you can't. I keep them in line. You can't do so much as raise your voice at them."

"Because I feel bad!.. I feel.. awful. They gave up so much.. it wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair to."

"And now we live like this," Loodvigg spoke in a chilling voice, "because of it."

Glaishur felt his throat tighten. He couldn't understand the next few words spoken, whether they were muffled due to the distance or the outside cheerful chatter. He was too scared to ask what they meant - what was "it"? Who gave up what? At the same time, he worried about being more of a burden. He knew how stressed out Furnoss was. He knew how little they already thought of him. Furnoss had enough problems. It'd be best to stay out of any more trouble.

"Hey Frosty, you coming?"

"Yeah, sorry!"

The cold monster let the door close behind him, happily walking out to the welcoming sun. The air felt nice, a comfortable warmth from the sun and a gentle breeze provided by Attmoz himself. This actually sparks and idea.

"Hey 'Moz, wanna make it a little more cool?" Glaishur asked, fidgeting his hands already.

"Eh? Oh heck yeah!"

Attmoz crouched down, only to make a quick jump to the air. A thick, fluffy cloud formed, catching the monster who now laid back with his arms crossed behind his head. The clouds surface caved ever to slightly to the monsters weight, hovering above the ground easily. Glaishur rubbed his hands together, flakes of ice falling between his fingers before being shot up into the sky and into the floating surface Attmoz had made. Snowflakes began to fall, covering the ground below in the chilling powder, and soon more snowing clouds covered most of the surface of the island. Even Hornacle had chipped in, adding a thin layer of water to cover the ground, bringing slippery ice to slide on. The stress previously had been mostly forgotten, now pushed from the many monsters' minds as they played in their own little wonderland.

Plixie, Hornacle, and Glaishur piled up enough snow to build a snow-monster, Glaishur using his own frosty friend to act as the head. The icy ground was being used to slide across the land, Vhamp and Blasoom putting on their own performance while Torrt used Glaishurs drums to add a little more energy with music. Syncopite watched uneasily, worried of any injuries that might come with the little monsters carelessness.

"Ah, they can take a few hits," Scaratar reassured, "It's part of the fun!"

Attmoz had a good look of the area, keeping each kid in check to be sure none strayed too far. A count of heads told him that someone was missing..

A sudden *bzzt!* caused the air monster to jump, turning swiftly on his tail. Galvana giggled, standing on top of their own little fort built specifically just to get Attmoz's attention.

"Oh, you think that's funny? You wanna be silly? Is this silly?"

Attmoz lifted the little monster up from the snowy steps, holding them up in the air and over the cloud. Galvana laughed up a storm, kicking their legs and sending small electric sparks from their hands. They weren't too high off the ground, and Galvana certainly trusted Attmoz enough to not drop them. Even if they were to fall, the freshly fallen snow would soften the fall. Of course, no one fell. Instead, Attmoz settled Galvana on the snow pile next to him. Unfortunately, only the air monster was able to rest within the clouds fluff without falling through.

"You're a lil goober, you know that?"

Galvana could only respond with a whistle, though they were visibly happy. Attmoz chuckled, resting his head and watching the electric monster run off to play with the rest. Sitting back and being able to see everyone happy was refreshing, especially Syncopite and Glaishur. He wished Furnoss would join them, but the idea of having to do so much as look in the fire monsters direction made him feel nervous.

Now wasn't the time to worry. It was the present. And it was just that - a gift.

#msm #my singing monsters #fallen stars #fanfiction #msm celestial #Fallen Stars MSM

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falling-pages · 3 years

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Far away from you: Tamaki x Reader

Ok ok ok, taking a break from the aesthetic board requests to drop a lil something for y'all (aka, me, because this is 100 percent self indulgent). Been thinking a lot about long-distance Tamaki lately. He's such a sweet boy 🥺

Synopsis: Tamaki has to return to Japan for the summer, leaving his SO behind in America.

Tamaki Suoh x gn!Reader (heavily implied female)

Genre: Fluff, a little bit of sad

Warnings: None

As extroverted and excitable as Tamaki was, there truly was nothing he loved more than cuddling with you in bed on a sleepy Sunday morning.

Your bed was warm, the sheets soft and clean, and they smelled like you. Well, everything smelled like you, when your face was buried in his neck and his face pressed into your hair. That was soft, too, and it smelled so sweet. Like fresh fruit and honey. A little tangled, slightly damp from last night’s shower.

He turned to look down at you resting peacefully. Still unaware of the world, the chirping birds having not disturbed your slumber. Those lips he adored were slightly open, a gentle breath sighing in and out, cool against the skin of his neck. Your eyes moved beneath their lids; you were dreaming, experiencing a life within a life.

He hoped you were dreaming of him.

Some trashy reality show played in the background, the evidence of your trying to get up, but you found his chest too inviting and his arms too safe to leave. So you fell back asleep with him, enjoying the sweet uninterrupted time. Heaven knows the next time you’d be able to cuddle like this.

The clock was ticking, and soon he had to be far, far away from you.

As much as Tamaki wanted to fall back asleep with you, he knew his time was limited. The clock on your nightstand flashed angry red numbers, the only thing of heat in your pristine pastel room. The digital face clicked on and on, mercilessly reminding him of your impending separation, counting down the seconds until he would have to get up and leave you in your bed. Sure, he could miss his flight, but it was inevitable; he was a Suoh, and he had duties--most of them back in Japan.

Going to school in America had been the best decision of his life--he met you--but it made going back home each summer that much harder.

He allowed his thoughts to turn to next year, when you both graduated. You could go to Japan with him then, and you'd never have to say goodbye again.

You had discussed going to Japan with him for every break, but you desperately missed your family, and he would never stand to see you homesick. So the two of you cried, talked, and cried some more as your love booked his single ticket online. You had cried such pretty tears for him the night before, as you spent one last night together cooking a meal, washing dishes, and getting ready for bed. He didn’t think he could stand it, but having you there in his arms for just the time being was worth every clench in his aching heart.

Half-hour. That was all that's left until he had to get up. Thirty minutes until he left you and the continent behind.

Of course you would video chat, though the time difference would be hard. And he requested that you write letters too, so he could have a physical piece of you other than a scrunchie and keychain. To have your handwriting, to smother himself in the paper doused in your perfume, to see the care you took into writing each careful word. To kiss the blurry ink stains and watermarks, evidence of your tears. Evidence of how much you cared for him. He was a romantic, like that.

You suddenly shifted, moaning lowly. Your fists curled tightly into his chest, holding him fast by the shirt. He chuckled as he kissed your head, then your scrunched-up nose. Even in your sleep trying to convince him to stay.

As the soft light streamed through your curtain, it crossed over your head to make a halo. He couldn’t look at you hard enough, although he had already memorized every detail, he wished he could wash his eyes and look at you anew. You were beautiful, so sweet, and his, his little angel. Did you have wings buried beneath his shirt you wore?

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, lighting up the picture of you with the alarm. He sighed as the clock ticked into place, reluctant to let go of you to shut it off. But with you laying on top of him, he could reach it, grabbing the phone and turning the alarm off. He didn’t want you to wake while he was still there. You two had cried enough the night before, and he knew for a fact that if you accompanied him to the airport and looked at him like that, he would not get on the plane. It was better for you both if you stayed asleep, so he could grieve and you could keep dreaming of him.

That way, you wouldn’t actually have to say goodbye.

He slowly eased you off him, wincing at the whine that left your lips at the lack of warmth. He tugged off the shirt you so desperately clung to and left it in your arms, smiling when you immediately cuddled it. You were such a cute thing, laying against the mattress and sleeping softly. His own special fleur, pressed into the pages of the most beautiful book, preserved for him to keep and read for the rest of time.

As he slowly gathered his things, treading lightly lest you wake. His hands shook with dread as he packed up his final things, stowing away a few of your trinkets--a hair tie, clips, a plushie--in his bag. He found your pink pastel sweatshirt, the one you wore when you first met. Tears bubbled at his lashline, and, in an honest trade for his two shirts, added it to the collection.

Finally, it was time. His legs felt like jelly as they carried him towards you, a hammer pummeling his aching heart. Mon Dieu, how he didn’t want to leave you. He would have given up his whole family fortune to never say goodbye to you again. But there was a world outside the two of you, even though you were the sun of which he revolved around.

He bent to place a chaste kiss on your lips. Even as his body longed for more, he restrained himself, focusing on the way your breath melted against his, how your body responded so sweetly with the whimper. Remembering the imprint of yours against his, how you tasted, how you felt. He rested his palm against the pink flush of your cheek. Then he kissed your forehead, bade you a wonderful summer, and walked out the door.

One last kiss for his little fleur.

He whispered a prayer as he descended the stairs: May you not be so heartbroken when you wake.

#actually crying #tamaki suoh #ouran high school host club #ohshc #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki x reader

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finitepeace · 3 years

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this week in my fic reading life: still crying over stony.

this week i’m trying some of the reincarnation trope, peggy carter is tony stark’s mom trope, and age regression trope.

Past Lives by lookin1080p_feelinVHS

Summary: Tony and Steve get in a fight. Tony thinks Steve would be better off without him but learns that this is not the first time they were together.

1k words, tony having a few flashbacks of stony in their past lives

You take me to Nirvana by Jackttwist 💙

Summary: "Talk to me" He answered

"You probably want to get to DC qui ck,Stark."

2k words, post CA:TWS hospital conversation between stony

age after age; forever by theappleppielifestyle

Summary: Steve and Tony are born for the first time as a Prince and his Knight.

The last time they are born, they're Iron Man and Captain America.

2k words, bit flashbacks on stony’s past lives before avengers

Lost and Found by winterwind 💙

Summary: I will find you. I will always find you.

2k words, stony’s lives from 1400ish to 2012

Home Can Be a Person, Too by Impala_Chick 💙

Summary: Sam helps Steve take out Hydra in D.C., travels the world in search of the Winter Soldier, and eventually becomes an Avenger. But somewhere along the way, he realizes that Steve isn't telling him everything.

And when Steve's judgment becomes impaired because of his personal feelings towards Tony? Sam feels an obligation to take action.

8k words, sam POV, civil war fix-it a.k.a. tony finds out the secret before siberia

in these moments by orphan_account

Summary: Tony visits Steve after The Winter Soldier incident.

1k words, post CACW

not this omegaverse by Annehiggins

series of 2, 21k words, abo verse, forced marriage pre-Avengers 2012,

His Mother's Eyes by Annehiggins 💙

Summary: Peggy Carter is Tony's mother. It changes a lot, but some things are still destined.

24k words, it starts with tony sabotaging the 1940s hospital room stage to ease Steve’s awakening, kinda Avengers AU, tony is loved T_T, bucky found early and married peggy.

Cap Luvs his Teddy Tony by Annehiggins

Summary: Steve gets hit by a mental regression ray and wants what he wants – cuddling Tony.

4k words, cute

Pink Is the Color of ...? by Annehiggins 💙

Summary: The new element Tony created for his arc reactor core responds to his moods. Once the other Avengers move into the Tower they quickly figure out what all the colors mean. Except one – pink.

3k words, it’s all in the summary.

Top That! by Bearixt

Summary: There was a swish—a familiar sound of a circular magic teleportation thing being made, a sound that Steve had associated as a harbinger of traumatic events.

This time, in the middle of their movie night, it was Stephen dropping off a teenager who looked like— no, who was probably Tony.

2k words, tony turned into his teenager self, just for a moment.

tom ford be damned by brucewaynery

Summary: Steve Rogers gets turned into a toddler.

this is how Tony Stark handles it.

700 words.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by allumir

Summary: Tony gets de-aged by a villian and it's up to Steve to take care of him but Tony seems afraid of him for some reason.

2k words, trace of howard stark’s A+ Parenting

The Other Side of the Story by missbecky

Summary: Steve goes to visit Peggy one day, and discovers he isn't the only Avenger who's been coming to see her.

2k words

Understanding something doesn't mean you can change it (except where you can) by sirona

Summary: How Howard Stark went from Captain America's Howard Stark to the one Tony grew up with. And a possible explanation for Tony's Mom not taking more of an interest in her son. And Tony coping with the parents he's been saddled with. With bonus appearances from Peggy Carter, Dummy and, eventually, Steve himself.

3k words

Watermarks by SailorChibi

Summary: There was nothing I could do by then, though. I tried, but Howard had so much money and influence and I’d given up all my parental rights.

Howard. Maria.

Steve stared at Peggy's letter in growing horror.

No.

3k words

Size America* by KMYash

Summary: Fill for CapKink Prompt

http://capkink.livejournal.com/810.html?thread=342058#t342058

"Steve was well-endowed before he became a soldier, enough so that Bucky made jokes about it. After getting the serum, he's found that he's even grown there — and so has his libido, but he's terrified of sex, afraid he'll hurt someone, if not with his strength then with his dick.

Tony only needs to catch one glance at Steve changing before he's decided that yeah, he wants a piece of that. He just needs to convince Steve it's a good idea.

4k words, smut, ao3 users only.

Mister Fixit and the Mechanic by Mizzy 💙

Summary: An Iron Man 3 AU, wherein Steve was defrosted too early, and after a couple of lonely decades working for SHIELD, decides to retire and run a hardware store called Mister Fixit’s in suburban Miami.

Tony Stark, presumed dead, presumed not-Iron Man, needs to make some weapons to take on the Mandarin’s mansion. A non-chain store that takes cash and doesn’t ask questions is just what Tony needs.

Steve becomes intrigued by the mysterious mechanic that keeps buying things from his store, but when he becomes more aware of what Tony the Mechanic is up to, is Steve ready to be this close to the world of superheroes again?

40k words. everyone in the small city loves steve!!!

In the Stillness of Remembering by elise_509 💙

Summary: Steve Rogers is a reminder of a past that Tony Stark would rather forget. But when Steve’s own ghosts suddenly become the present, Tony finds he and Steve need each other to face the future.

70k words in 9 chapters, slow burn like.. WHY DONT THEY JUST KISS?

And Tread Once More Familiar Paths by xxan

Summary: It wasn’t like reincarnation was some great big mystical concept. By now, it was completely accepted that sometime in your current life, you were going to remember something from a past life. Tony Stark's mother was worried when Tony turned ten and still hadn’t remembered anything, but the reincarnation specialist had assured her that some people began to remember as early as toddlers, and some as late as puberty.

But now Tony was 36, and he had never remembered anything.

7k words in 3 chapters, soulmate au, angst with happy ending

#stevetony #stony #fic read #first week

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE-Taehyung

What happens when you reach a breaking point with your best friend? And what happens if maybe you’re a little bit in love with said best friend? Okay, so maybe you were a little bit stupid. And maybe you were a little bit crazy. But things always work out in the end. Right?

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Kim Taehyung, V, Taehyung, Taehyung x you, Taehyung x reader, Best Friend AU

Genre: Angst, with a fluff ending

Title: Maybe

“I can’t do this anymore. It’s so stupid. And I hate it!” The words tumble from your mouth before you can do anything to stop them, but they’re freeing, and honestly, you hadn’t wanted to stop them in the first place.

“(Y/N)....” Your best friend, takes a cautious step toward you, as if he’s approaching a dangerous, unpredictable wild animal. “Let’s just go back inside....”

“No!” You shout, and then you laugh, because damn, does it feel amazing to finally stand up for yourself for once. “No.” You repeat, slightly more subdued this time, as you stare back at him. “I don’t want to.”

“(Y/N)” He sighs your name, as if you’re a petulant child, and takes another step in your direction. “You’re going to freeze out here.”

Okay. So maybe you were a little drunk. And maybe you were being a little irrational. And maybe, you were actually starting to shiver, as the rain continued to cascade from the night sky. And maybe you were feeling a little stupid-standing at odds with your best friend-in the dark, wet alley behind the bar.

But no. You weren’t going back inside. Not this time.

“I don’t understand you, Taehyung.” You stumble over his full name, not used to the way it feels crossing your lips, as you stand your ground, watching him advance toward you, sneakers drenched, dark, curly hair starting to flatten to his forehead.

You laugh again, swinging the pair of discarded heels in your hand, as you do a full circle in the alleyway, looking up and letting the rain drip freely onto your face. And then you’re coming to a stop, and you’re facing him again, and and the desperate, clawing anger and hurt and betrayal is forcing its way up your chest and out your throat once more.

“I don’t understand you.” You repeat, hair now dripping icy streams of water down your bare shoulders and back. You hadn’t thought to bring a coat. “All you do is talk about her.” Your voice is thick, and suddenly, you’re swallowing hot tears, and your words are growing unsteady. “And she’s not even good to you. You’re always venting to me about her, but for what? Why are you staying? I could be so much better for you than her, Tae! I give a damn!” Your fingers are splayed across your chest, and there it is, all out in the open now.

“I know, (Y/N).” Taehyung says, and his voice is placating, and the look on his face makes you sick to your stomach-sympathetic and pitying and altogether grotesque. He reaches out a hand, and his fingers brush the wet, chilled skin of your arm. “Let me call you a cab....”

“No.” You wrench away from his touch, and your heart is loud in your ears, and you can’t look at him anymore. “You’re just saying that because you want me to shut up. Look, Taehyung.” There it is, his full name again. You shoot him one last fierce glance as you turn to head in the direction you think the front of the bar is in. “When you actually want to say that to me, and mean it, you know where to find me.”

“(Y/N)!” He calls out your name, but you don’t look back, bare feet slipping on the slick, rain covered cobblestones.

Look. Maybe you hadn’t gone about it in a sane way. But maybe, just maybe, you had meant every single damn word you had said.

*******

At work on Monday, it takes everything inside of you to focus on the stack of paperwork that lies piled, waiting for you, in a large, gleaming, ivory tower on your desk. And by the third cup of coffee of the morning, you’re not sure whether you’re focusing, or whether you’re floundering.

Maybe you have the worst hangover ever, in the history of hangovers. Or maybe it’s the fact that Taehyung hasn’t texted you, at all, since the night of the incidence. Or maybe, it’s simply because the office coffee is shit.

Whatever the reason, you’re struggling.

And the appearance of a certain dreaded someone in the doorway of your office, makes everything seem suddenly, very much, worse.

“Shit.” You swear under your breath at the sight of her overly glittered shoes appearing in the edge of your vision, a direct contrast to the drab carpet, as you sigh, and putting aside the paperwork you had been staring at for the last hour, manage a small, polite smile. “Eve. What can I do for you?”

She steps inside your office space, seeming to mull over the degrees framed on the wall, before she finally turns to you, an overly fake and patronizing smile stretched across her red lips. “Oh, (Y/N), I actually came to talk to you about the Lueber Case.”

You grind your teeth, as she sits down in the chair opposite your desk, and begins to inspect her long, manicured nails. “Okay. What about it?”

“I’ve decided I’m passing it off to you.” Eve states simply, still not looking up from her nails, although you swear her lips pull back in a malevolent gesture, that’s probably meant to show her rhetorical fangs and intimidate you. She finally looks up at you, as if realizing you’re there, and more important than her present manicure. “I’m bored with it.”

Something inside of you boils at her words, and you bite your tongue, because the only thing you can think of saying in that moment is something along the lines of, ‘Just like you’re bored with Taehyung?’

Your boss smirks, tossing long, ebony hair over her shoulder, as she leans toward you slightly. “So? Will you take it?”

You know she’s only asking to be polite. She knows that you have to do exactly as she asks.

And maybe, it’s the smug look on her face, or maybe it’s the fact that she’s treated your best friend like shit for the last two years, or maybe it was the fact that you were simply done doing what she said, but for whatever reason, the next word out of your mouth caught you both by surprise.

“No.” You said firmly, pushing aside your pile of paperwork, as you took her full on, her eyes darkening and brow furrowing at your obvious noncompliance as you stood, placing your hands palm down on your desk. “No, I will not take your case, Eve.”

“Excuse me?” The woman in front of you stands, lips pulling downward with anger as she regards you coldly. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said.” You take in a deep breath, steeling yourself, before looking her directly in the eye. “No, Eve.” You feel your own rage and anger, tucked inside for two years, start to erupt to the surface, like magma kept beneath the earth’s crust for too long. “I will not take your case. And I will not,” You step out from behind your desk, catching her by surprise, as she takes a sudden haltering step back from you. “sit by anymore, and listen to my best friend tell me how you treat him like shit.”

Eve’s eyes narrow at your words, but you hold your ground, as she steps toward you once more, bringing you nose to nose, as she hisses out between clenched teeth, “You little bitch. I knew you had something to do with his sudden silence.”

Maybe you were a little caught off guard to hear that Taehyung hadn’t called Eve either. Or maybe you were just feeling lighter, getting everything off your chest finally.

But for whatever reason, her words made you smile, and you couldn’t help it as you let out a slightly, shocked laugh.

“He didn’t call you either.” You laugh again, suddenly feeling a million times lighter than you had that morning.

“Shut up.” Eve snaps, eyes dark with fury, as she backs away from you toward the door, waving her trembling finger in your direction. “You’re fired. You hear me, (Y/N)?” Her voice has risen in volume, and she’s practically screaming at you from the doorway now. “You’re fired, (Y/N)! Get the hell out of my firm!”

Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you were absolutely insane.

Because, picking up your purse, you walked past the frantic and enraged Eve with a smile, leaving the office for the last time, feeling amazingly more light than you had an hour earlier.

******

Taehyung still hasn’t contacted you.

But maybe, just maybe, everything might turn out to be okay after all.

Because he still hadn’t contacted Eve either.

Sitting down at the table in your apartment, you carefully lift a mouthful of noodles to your lips, blowing on the hot food, as you reach for the newspaper you had discarded there earlier.

Scanning through the job listings, you hum a meaningless tune to yourself, as you dare to the take the first bite of your ramen.

Maybe that was a mistake.

“Ouch. Shit!” You swear, the boiling noodles burning your tongue, and subsequently your throat, as you swallow hard, before stumbling out of the chair and to the kitchen, gasping to try and cool your mouth, as you turn on the tap and, not bothering with a cup, lean over to put your lips beneath the cold stream of water.

Straightening up after a few relieving seconds, you turn off the faucet, and glancing down at your sweater, which is now stained with a large watermark down the entire front, you swear once more. “Dammit. Good one, (Y/N).”

There is a knock at the door.

Glancing up, caught off guard, you carefully make your way back to the front room, and cursing your landlord for not including a peephole, you sigh, before reaching down to pull open the door.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of him. Because maybe, you had thought, deep down, that you’d ruined your friendship, that he’d never speak to you again. And maybe, the sight of him, standing there in your doorway, hands dug deep into the pockets of his favorite plaid pants, has your heart beating just a little faster than normal.

“Hey.” He offers you a rueful smile after another moment of silence, tilting his head slightly to the side, as his swath of dark, curls tangle cutely over his forehead and brow with the movement. “Can I come in?”

You swallow, and nodding, step to the side to allow him into your apartment, self consciously tugging at your still wet sweater, as you close the door behind him, and follow him into your living room.

“Are you always just wet?” Taehyung asks teasingly as you come into the room, and face him, standing awkwardly at arms length from each other, as if not sure what to do next.

Your mouth goes dry at his words. Dammit. How did he know how much he affected you? Was he really asking.....

Taehyung motions to the stain of water down the front of your sweatshirt, and your cheeks flame, as you pull back from your previous thoughts. “Oh, um.” You wipe a hand down the watermark, and bite your lip, avoiding his gaze, and hoping you aren’t blushing as much as you think you are. “You caught me at a bad moment.”

There is silence again, you looking at the carpet, his hands still in his pockets, as he moves awkwardly from foot to foot, and you recognize the same sneakers, now dry, that he had been wearing that night.

“(Y/N)...” Taehyung finally breaks the quiet with your name and a heavy sigh, just as you start to speak as well.

“Taehyung...”

You both stop, unsure of who should go first, and finally, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, Taehyung chuckles softly, before motioning for you to continue.

Maybe you’re just feeling bold, or maybe you’re tired of keeping things in, but whatever the case, you’re caught off guard by what you choose to say next.

“You didn’t call Eve.” You blurt out, immediately noting the strange look that crosses your best friend’s face at your words.

He sighs, reaching up once more to rub at the back of his neck, a habit of nervousness he has done ever since you have known him. “No, I didn’t.”

“Why?” You ask, before you can stop yourself. You’re in too deep now. Might as well face the music.

“Well, because...” He hesitates, dark eyes finally looking into yours once more, mouth twisted into a serious line as he considers. “You were right. I put up with shit I shouldn’t have, for a long time.”

You watch him for a moment, normally handsome, carefree features pulled into something tighter, pinched, worried.

“You didn’t call me either.” You say next, quietly, softly, almost as an afterthought under your breath.

“I know.” Taehyung doesn’t look at you now. “I was scared.”

You’re surprised to hear the words leave his lips. Kim Taehyung, as far as you know, has never been scared of anything, in all the years that you have known him and been by his side. Not through primary school, not through high school, not through college.

No, Kim Taehyung is fearless.

But maybe, just maybe, you had never considered that you might be the one thing he was afraid of.

“Why? Have you seen me?” You joke, trying to lighten the sudden serious mood, not sure how to hand this side of your best friend. You motion to your wet sweatshirt. “I’m a disaster.”

Taehyung lets out a laugh, though it is not his usual, and a lot less humorless, as he brings his eyes up to yours once more, and your breath catches in your throat at how serious he is, pupils dark and wide surrounded by the warmth of his irises. “I was scared you wouldn’t want to talk to me.”

“I always want to talk to you.” You shrug, tilting your head curiously, as you wait for him to explain.

He sighs, and reaches up to rake a hand through thick curls. “I know. And that’s the problem.” He offers you a slightly rueful smile, and takes a small step toward you. “You always want to talk to me. And I’ve taken advantage of that. And I should have been listening instead of talking, (F/N).” He breathes in, and suddenly, you realize how close he has gotten in the past several seconds.

You swallow, but hold his gaze, fingers twitching at your side, because damn, in that moment, do you just want to reach out and take his hands in yours. “Listening to what?” You breathe out, scared to disrupt the space between the two of you.

“Listening to my best friend.” His lips pull up into half a smile, and you’re distracted for a moment, by the way his dark eyelashes brush his tan cheeks when he blinks, and the way his pink, full lips form his words around bright, white teeth. “You were right, (F/N). I just didn’t want to hear it, so I kept coming up with excuses. But.” He reaches up carefully, and lets his fingertips, feather light, brush down the skin that covers your cheekbone. “I wasn’t in love with Eve.”

“Oh.” You say stupidly, not quite sure what to say in the moment, and slightly overwhelmed with the smell of his cologne washing over you, and the way his thick knit sweater frames his wide shoulders, and the way his fingers feel against your skin.

“That’s all you have to say?” Taehyung grins suddenly, and chuckles slightly, before letting his fingers trail down your face to your chin, as he tips your head back so that you’re looking directly up at him. Something in his warm, caramel irises changes as he watches you, darkening and swirling, pupils suddenly blown wide. “Where’s all your brutally honest and snarky wisdom that you’ve always used to put me in my place right now (Y/N)?”

You shrug halfheartedly, heartbeat loud in your ears. “I don’t know. Now that you’re finally listening, I don’t have anything else to say.”

“Better take advantage of that.” Taehyung teases in a low tone, although the joking doesn’t quite reach his eyes, which have dropped down the length of your face to your lips.

Your heart feels like it’s going to pound out of your chest, as he tightens his fingers slightly around your chin, keeping you in place, as he leans toward you, slowly, his lips parted only barely, as his gaze flicks up once, to meet yours, before he leans even closer than before.

He’s so close, his lips are almost brushing your own, your whole body feels as if it’s quivering with anticipation, and the feel of his balmy breath washing over your face, is almost enough to destroy every last shred of will you have.

Maybe you’re feeling especially bold. Maybe you’re just ready for the years long wait to be over. Or maybe the need to kiss Kim Taehyung is just too damn much.

But whatever the reason, before he can close the last centimetre between the two of you, you’re leaning into him and ending the space between the two of you, and your hands are going to the back of his neck, tangling into the ebony curls there, as you pull your body flush against his.

You have never kissed anyone whose mouth fit yours more perfectly than your best friend’s.

It’s hard to breathe, the feel of Taehyung’s soft, silken lips on your own, the way his tongue darts out, hot and liquid, to trace the shape of your mouth, it’s all making you feel lightheaded and dizzy and way too sure that this is all a dream.

He pulls back from you, slightly, just to catch his breath, and there is a brief moment of nothing but heavy breathing between the two of you, foreheads resting against each other, lips swollen and scarlet from the kiss, and then, without warning, he leans into you once more, and murmurs into the corner of your mouth, “I love you.”

You can’t help the smile that slides across your lips at his words, and turning your face toward him, you curve your mouth around the shape of his jaw, and breathe back in reply, “I love you, Kim Taehyung.”

He grins, you can feel the motion against your skin. “I know, (Y/N).”

Maybe it’s the way he says it. Or maybe it’s the way the words echo in your head, as he covers your mouth with his once more. Or maybe it’s simply because he’s your best friend and you can tell he’s serious.

Because, no maybe about it, you know he means it this time.

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shinsoups · 4 years

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🎧 now playing : kirari futari - mamerico 🎧

🍵 snacks for today: Green tea and macarons

a/n: i highly recommend listening to the song before or while reading 😔 AKAASHI really was fitting for this even tho i tried to write another character but he was all in my mind.

see watermark gif © gouhs (but the account is deactivated already)

tw: none (mentions of alcohol probably but character is aged up)

"Wait—" you drunkenly flicked his head. Taking another sip of your wine, “We’re dating?” you jokingly asked a now flushed Akaashi.

Oh god.. was he the only one who thought you two were dating? Akaashi asked himself. Unable to retort he brought your hand to his lips, “I--” he echoed with a small pout on his lips. “I thought we were?” he said sweetly while kissing your knuckles. It was your first time coming over at his apartment after 6 months of dating. Usually, you both stay over at yours but the on going construction-renovation at your place made you stay at Akaashi's for awhile.

“I was just kidding, Keiji” you snuggled against his chest. “You look cute all shy and blushing. It’s fun teasing you,” your fingers tugging a smile on his now frowning lips.

Keiji. He always liked the sound of his name, the way it lingers like a soft melody on your mouth. He caught your lips, passionate breath spilled over as both your body eagerly twined in a needy dance satiating a hunger that only both of you could provide.

His hand glide over the empty sheets next to him, searching for your warmth. That woke him up, the first thing he did was to check if you were still there. Panic had risen when his hand can't find yours beside him. He slowly sat up, still drowsy from the wine you both consumed last night. Too early, he grunted when he saw it was just quarter past six.

"y/n?" he called out. Still disoriented to everything around him, he steadily stood up to search for you. Not until he heard you laughing softy. Tracing where the sound was coming from, he saw you all sprawled on your chest on his small living room. His favorite sweater hugging your tiny frame, somehow it made you even tinier, exposing your legs even more as you twist and turn to find a comfortable position.

Soft bruises now linger on your neck and thighs, heat rose from Akaashi's cheeks. Did he bit you that hard last night?

He watched you giggle as you turn over another page from what you were looking at. Your hair was a bit messy, and yet he thought you were the loveliest person in the entire world. There was a buzzing noise upon the realization, warmth forming on the pit of his stomach. As if he saw a glimmer of red string tied on your finger back to his. A soft laugh escaped your lips once again, the sunlight coming through the curtains made you even lovelier. He was certain.

Akaashi knew right then and there that he could never ask for something more. This must be love, huh? He mumbled to himself as he walked closer. Lying next to you, his lips made way to your forehead planting a little kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered softly.

“I know.” you hushed, turning your head to look at him.

“Since when?” He was the one who looked more stunned between the two of you. You only smiled, pinching his nose. “It’s all in the little things you always do for me...and for us, dummy.”

Cuddling closer to him, you rested your chin on his shoulder, kissing away the confusion on his eyebrows. You weren't expecting him to say those words out loud, knowing how your boyfriend is and how he always kept to himself. His actions enough mirrors how much he feels and cares about you. But that didn't stop you from blushing, hearing those three little words somehow still caught you by surprise.

“I love you too, Keiji.”

[🔖] @b0ku4ka

p.s.:.PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG 👉🏻👈🏻 IT WOULD REALLY MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING AND AS IF SOMEONE IS LITERALLY HUGGING YOU WARMLY!! AHHHHH I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH 💞 reuploaded coz typos here and there :(

#akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #akaashi keiji x y/n #haikyuu!! scenarios #sey writes #hq!! song prompt

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Breakup Headcanons

Warnings: General Angst, Cursing, Slurs, Mentions of Cheating, Ended Engagement.

A/N: @oh-adam this is for you! I know you just wanted a drabble for my choice, and... well it’s hard to choose so I decided to do headcanons for a bunch! :) I hope you enjoy! I put everyone underneath the cut since it’d get too long otherwise and no one would want to reblog lmao. Also here’s to me trying to write for Flip and Adam for the first time! also I think credit to @drivermisfit for using one of your gifs! I saw the watermark, so thank you <3

Kylo Ren:

“It’s for your safety!” Kylo explains again. Somehow he’s gotten the idea into his mind that by sending you to the outer-rim, somewhere you’re less likely to be found, that you’ll be safe from Snoke and the First Order.

“I don’t care!”

“Well I do, and what I say goes. I am the Commander. Get in! Don’t make me force you,” he threatens, his breathing starting to get heavier as his anger level rises, his fear getting more serious as the longer your relationship had gone on, the more and more he’d gotten feelings for you. “I love you,” he says your name, gloved hand reaching out to caress your face, “but I have to leave you. It isn’t safe anymore and I don’t know when it will be. My life is already at risk and I can’t risk yours too. I was foolish enough to think they wouldn’t catch on for this long.” Now that you’ve obeyed him and entered the starship, he closes the walkway and takes off his helmet. Placing it underneath his arm he guides you toward the cockpit, being gentle with you for a last time.

You don’t say anything as you can’t find the words to. The cast on your arm and the bandage on your head are already warning enough. He straps you into the seat and has already set the ship up with coordinates before you’d both even come down to the hangar.

“Remember-” you cut him off and finish his sentence, “-when you arrive destroy the data so they can’t track me. Yes, yes, I already know, Kylo! It’ll be fine!” You reassure him. Sighing, you look at his face, never wanting to stop look, fear riddled in your body as you worry for what will happen to him when you leave.

“Okay... well... I love you. I always will, my star... please be safe,” he whispers, suddenly tearing up as he presses a kiss to your forehead, running his hand over your hair before pulling away. You hadn’t anticipated how painful the sounds of his departing footsteps would be, but teardrops run down your face as you silent let yourself sob, shoulders wracking as he leaves the ship, it already counting down and preparing to take off, leaving and tearing you away from the love of your life.

Charlie Barber:

You knew it was coming when he’d started working late everyday. Charlie would be more than a few minutes late to your dates with really lame excuses and you started communicating less and less. Maybe it’s me, you thought, but ultimately forbid yourself from dwelling and going any further down that train of thought since you haven’t done anything wrong! “I’ve just been really busy with work!” Charlie argues, “Transitioning from theatre to film is not what it’s cracked up to be! Do you even know how many calls I’ve had to make? How many meetings I’ve had to take or how many of my days I’ve had to sacrifice seeing Henry?” A scoff comes from his mouth as he rolls his eyes, holding back tears as his cheeks start to turn a little red. “I can’t do this anymore,” the way he says your name is heart-breaking, the final acknowledgment that it’s not working and he doesn’t want to continue trying making your heart ache with pain.

“So that’s it, huh? After everything?” You ask, fed up with his lies and excuses, the defensiveness.

“For fuck’s sake! Yes! I’m done. I can’t do this right now. I can’t handle this. I’m done.” Gesticulating with his hands in the air, Charlie finally lets himself take a deep breath as the two of you just stare at each other from opposite sides of the room solemnly. “There’s just too much going on right now,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for you to turn around and walk out the door.

Clyde Logan:

“You what?” Everything else around you fades except for him, the only things running through your mind and ringing through your ears repeatedly are the words he’d just said. Your heart clenches, pain making you clutch at it as your cheeks sting with the threat of tears willing to surface.

“I said I went through with it. I enlisted. We’ve been talkin’ bout it an now that Ma and Pa are gone... Jimmy says this is the best bet for college an I agree. I’m leavin’ tomorrow mornin’. Darlin, please don’t cry. This is the last thing I want right now, but I... I have to do this... and while I’m gone I don’t want you waiting’ around for someone who might never come back.” Clyde takes a step forward, hands reaching up to wipe away your tears, but you turn away from him.

“I- I don’t want you to leave!”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice soft, sweet like honey, and calm like the lake in the morning, “but I promise ya that I wasn’t no good for ya anyhow. There’s gotta be a man that deserves you ten times more than me and can give you the life you actually deserve.” His hand rubs your back while the other one brushes your hair behind your ear. Before you can speak he calls your name, his beautiful brown eyes looking down into yours. “I just came to say goodbye... but,” he shakes his head, “god dammit if I can’t help myself... can I have one last kiss goodbye?”

Nodding in response, too choked up to speak, you crane your neck to place your lips against his. The previous smile that’d engrossed your lips slowly melts and turns into a smile as Clyde’s sweetness never fails to brighten you up. One of his hands weaves into your hair while the other snakes itself around your waist. Your lips dance against one another, his soft plump lips pressing harder than usual against yours while both of your noses brush against each other. Curse him and his cute big nose!

It all feels like it happens too fast. While the kiss seemed to last forever, he’s suddenly out of your arms and on the other side of the parking lot and into his truck, then gone... almost like it never even happened.... like you never even knew him.

Adam Sackler:

“Get out of here!” He screams, head and hair shaking with fury, “Fuck!” Of course, though, you don’t move. “I don’t want to hear you shit! I already fucking told you what happened! I can’t take it back!” Pounding his closed fists against his head angrily he beats himself up. See, Adam had told you that two days ago on Saturday night he’d went to a mutual friend’s house for comfort after the both of you had gotten in a fight. Now you couldn’t even remember what started the fight but it doesn’t even matter. Next, the friend convinced him to go to a party, where Adam ended up seeing Jessa... one thing lead to another and she kissed him, he pushed her away, but after another kiss and one more, they madeout. Of course he felt guilty and told you today, but that doesn’t change what happened.

“I just want you to know that I fucking loved you Adam! I fucking loved you and go and do this?!” He doesn’t care that you’re crying in his living room, no, at least it doesn’t feel like it cause all he’s been doing for the past five minutes is telling you to ‘get out’ and leave.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!”

“I don’t know what I want you to do either! Do I think I wouldn’t fuck tell you if I didn't?!” Furiously wiping away your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, you try to ignore the throbbing in your head. “I fucking HATE this you know that?! I fucking hate that you’re forcing me to do this!”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything!”

“Yes you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“I c-” you choke on a sob, having to catch your breath, “I can’t do this. I- I’m breaking up with you Adam.”

“You can’t,” he whines, his expression suddenly changing at he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“It’s too late. I just did.” Making your way toward the exit, you know you need to get away from here and move on as fast as you can.

Paul Sevier:

“Paul, can we talk?” You ask as you sit down in a chair at a corner table at a random cafe you’d picked to go to for lunch today. Keeping your purse in your lap, Paul doesn’t fail to notice that’s odd.

“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” He jokes, smiling as he chuckles, scooting in his chair as he gets settled in the chair across from you.

“Okay, sure, but I mean seriously,” you sigh. He can tell this isn’t going anywhere good. Something’s up. “I want to break-up. I’m not happy anymore, I can’t do this. You’re a nice guy, I like you, sure, but I have this co-worker who I like and has been asking me out and... I just... I can’t do it. I don’t want to do that to you, so... I want to break-up.”

“But-” he’s taken aback, his jaw dropped as he shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he processes everything, “Uh... just like that? What about the wedding?” He asks stunned, his heart not even in pain as he can’t comprehend what’s happening in this moment. Where had he gone wrong? What did he do?Was it something he said?

Taking off your ring you place it on the table for him. “We never planned it, so there’s nothing to cancel. I thought I could live this kind of life, but with you gone all the time, I just... can’t do it. I don’t think I could live like that. I’m sorry. I don’t want to draw this out Paul, I really don’t. I loved you, I really did, and it broke me for a long time to even think about this. But I know that I’d never be happy just keeping this up. I really hope you find somebody. I have to go.”

Within another moment you’re gone. Paul doesn’t move an inch. The diamond ring glints in the mid-day sun on the table and he quickly springs into action to snatch it into his hand and stuff it into his pocket under the table, removing the scene of its evidence like it never even happened. The waiter comes up to the table and offers him a menu, greeting him with a smile which he doesn’t return. “I’ll just take one margarita please.”

Flip Zimmerman:

Parking outside your house, Flip shuts the engine off and gets out of the car to lean against it. You know he said 7:30, so you should be out the door any minute now. He taps his foot against the pavement, admiring the way the trees blow in the wind, leaves starting to turn yellow and red as autumn approaches. A minute passes, then another before he pulls out his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. A breath of fresh smoke wafts into his lungs with his breath, he holds it for a moment before letting it out, the smoke curling up and disappearing into the air. Holding the cigarette between his fingers he perks up when he hears the screen door swing shut. A smirk displays itself upon his lips as you trail down the driveway, you dress swaying with your hips and your heels clacking against the concrete. It isn’t until you’re right up in his face that you go in for a kiss, only to halt a centimeter away, your smile turning into a frown.

“You lied to me Flip Zimmerman,” you accuse.

“Bout what, Doll?” He responds calmly, flicking the cigarette to knock the ash off and onto the street below. Small qualms like these don’t phase him, everyone’s got a bone to pick and Flip doesn’t have time for it. All of his days are spent dealing with fights and problems, the least he can have is his time-off spent with peace and coolness.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say sarcastically, backing up a bit as you toy with him, “maybe the fact that you don’t work for Bobby’s mechanics, but you’re in fact, a fucking pig?!” Shoving his chest, Flip’s eyebrows furrow together as he takes another puff of his cigarette before tossing it aside onto the street.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” He asks seriously, taking a step toward you.

“You’re not denying it- so it’s true?” You put your hands on your hips.

“And what if it is? You got a problem with me being a ‘pig’?” He mocks you, hating the recent reputation the police have started to get, and the problem you’re personally taking up with him since you know fully well that he’s not like other cops, he’s a good man through and through. At least, he tries to be.

“Yes, I do, and for starts it means I don't want to be seen going around with no pig! So you can count yourself out, Casanova.”

“Fine! Whatever, as if I care! You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last, babydoll!” Rounding his car, he tears open the door and gets in, slamming it shut behind him before speeding off.

#kylo ren x reader #charlie barber x reader #Clyde Logan x reader #Adam Sackler x Reader #Paul Sevier x Reader #flip zimmerman x reader #angst #my writing #kylo ren x reader angst #Charlie Barber x Reader angst #Clyde Logan x Reader angst #Paul Sevier x Reader angst #Adam Sackler x Reader angst #Flip Zimmerman x Reader angst #breakup headcanons #headcanons #angst headcanons #oh-adam #request

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creative-type · 4 years

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Tangled Mess

They could treat wounds. They could buy clothes. But there was no one in the Sun Pirates that knew how to fix a little girl’s hair.

“You do it,” Macro told Arlong, trying to shove him forward without much success. “You have a baby sister, don’t you? I bet you had to fix her hair once or twice.”

Arlong pushed him away so hard he fell to the ground. “You leave Shyarly out of this,” he growled. “I won’t touch it. The disgusting little monster probably has lice.”

The Sun Pirates took a collective step backward. They knew of lice under the sea, where humans brought the bloodsucking little insects from the surface to spread among their terrorized victims down below. Fisher Tiger looked askance at Aladdin, and the doctor rubbed his chin.

“It would probably be best to shave it,” he said regretfully. Bending down, he pinched a lock of matted hair between two fingers, tugging on it to try and separate it from the rest. The girl-child’s grin never faded, even as it tightened around the edges. Pain. The hair on her head was causing her pain.

Hatchi shifted from foot to foot, six arms fidgeting at the thought of shaving Koala’s hair. It didn’t seem right after everything else to make the girl go around bald, even if it was only temporary. Hatchi was inordinately fond of his hair—he couldn’t imagine what it would mean for a little girl to not have any at all.

“So we’re not even gonna try?” he asked.

“There’s nothing too try,” Jinbe said, his voice tight with impatience. “Arlong’s right, it’s a health hazard.”

“It would take a great deal of time to undo,” Aladdin murmured.

Arlong sneered down at the girl. “I don’t see why you don’t just throw her overboard. We’re not even getting a ransom to send her back, what’s the point of keeping it around?”

A dozen voices roared with outrage. The girl (Koala. She had a name, Hatchi had to remember that) shrank back, making herself so small she threatened to disappear. Hatchi was the only one who noticed, because even if he thought Arlong was wrong that didn’t mean he was going to speak out against his best friend.

Instead he knelt down and put on his biggest smile, hoping it distracted from the pitched argument behind him. “Hi!”

“Um, hello?” Koala said.

“No one’s asked you yet,” Hatchi noted, wagging three of his hands at her. “Do you want us to shave your head?”

The smile wavered, her eyes unsure and afraid. Koala pressed her forefingers together in a nervous gesture, ducking her head to stare down at her ragged trousers. “I...”

“It’s okay if you don’t,” Hatchi said, hoping that was true.

Koala’s head snapped back up, eyes glittering like the sapphires they’d pillaged from a merchant ship the week before. Hatchi felt his smile get a little big warmer, a little more genuine. Even with her hair all in tangles, he had to admit she was kinda cute, in a weird, human sort of way.

“My mom likes my hair,” she said, each word hanging a a tiny puff of air so quiet it almost didn’t reach Hatchi’s ears.

“I like your hair, too,” Hatchi said, more to himself than anyone else. “Let’s see if you can keep it.”

Xxx

“I hope this works.”

Aladdin set out a series of brushes and combs commandeered from the various members of the Sun Pirates. Koala sat still as a stone statue in the middle of the infirmary. For the last half hour her hair had been soaked in all the coconut oil that could be found aboard the ship in hopes of loosening the worst of the knots.

“It will work,” Hatchi said firmly. He’d never been to a proper barber shop, but he’d seen pictures, and knew how to wrap towels around her neck to catch the hair that came loose. He caught Koala’s eye and flashed the okay sign, and her smile softened, the tension leaving her shoulders. “Ready?” he asked.

Koala nodded solemnly. “Ready.”

Three hands began working her scalp, Hatchi picking through the worst of the tangles as best he could without hurting her. The oil greased his hands, already clumsy with inexperience. The girl bore the treatment stoically, but he couldn’t help but pull and tug at mats of hair so thick they were almost felt.

“Gentle, Hatchi...” Aladdin murmured.

“I’m trying!”

And while Hatchi worked, Aladdin talked about everything and nothing, keeping Koala engaged on anything else but the tortures Hatchi was putting upon her scalp. It took almost an hour before Aladdin gave him permission to even think about using a wide-tooth comb, the process no less laborious than using his fingers. Slowly Hatchi fell into rhythm, alternating combs and hands with brisk efficiency. It was kind of like wielding his swords in a way, except the only thing he was attacking was the evidence of a small child’s mistreatment.

There were lice, or fleas, or some other kind of infestation crawling all over her scalp. Breaking open the matted sheets released a horrendous stench made Hatchi want to gag. But still he persisted on.

He made her bleed. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forgive himself for making her bleed.

After awhile he switched places with Aladdin, who swapped the wide-tooth comb and heavy brushes with one with tiny teeth. Inch by inch he cleared her head of nits and their eggs, while Hatchi entertained Koala with slight of hand and stories of Fishman Island.

It distracted him, too, from the clumps of dead hair that fell to the ground as the doctor worked. So much that he was afraid that they wouldn’t have to use a razor to make her go bald.

It took hours, but when they finally washed out the last of the oil and the blood, her hair laid flat and straight down her back, longer than Hatchi ever would have thought possible.

“She’ll need a proper haircut,” Aladdin said ruefully, examining the ragged ends.

“And new clothes?” Hatchi said hopefully.

“And new clothes,” Aladdin agreed. “Would you like that?” he asked, looking down at Koala.

The girl didn’t seem to hear. She was staring wondrously into the mirror Hatchi was holding, running her hands over the top of her head over and over again, the biggest smile Hatchi had ever seen stretching across her face.

Xxx

It was late when Hatchi scrounged the courage to face her. Arlong had forbidden anyone from entering the cartography room, but he was off dealing with some rioting village or other, and Hatchi couldn’t bear the thought of Nami going hungry.

There were no guards outside her door, because no one except for him was stupid enough to try to help her. Hatchi raised two hands to knock, then paused. Why would he knock at a prisoner’s door?

Nami was working by candlelight, the light of a full moon washing over her, dulling the bright copper of her hair to match the unhappiness in her eyes. She flinched as he entered, instinctively guarding her injured arm. It was her left. Even in a rage, Arlong wouldn’t do anything that might hinder his prized map-maker’s productivity.

“I brought food,” Hatchi said.

“Don’t want it,” Nami replied, although it was clear that she wanted it very much. “Stupid tricks won’t work on me. I know what Arlong said: No supper until I finish.”

She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and Hatchi saw that her fingers were bandaged and bleeding. The fingers on her right hand, which must have meant she’d gotten blisters again from overwork. The rest of her was a mess: clothes rumpled, hair tangled, dark circles under her eyes.

Even if Arlong allowed, it Hatchi thought she probably hurt too much to sleep.

“Arlong didn’t say anything about drink.” Hatchi said. He crossed through the cramped room in three long strides and set a jug on her desk. Nami shrieked in alarm, pulling her precious maps out of reach.

“Put it on the floor, idiot! You’ll get watermarks on my paper!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Hatchi said, scrambling to do as he was told. “I was just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help,” Nami snapped. “Now go away, and let me work!”

She was so close Hatchi could touch her. He longed to brush his fingers through her hair, to help rid of the knots like he had all those years ago.

But he couldn’t.

So he didn’t.

And he wasn’t sure he could ever forgive himself for making her bleed.

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hyliangrace-a · 4 years

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oh, i ended up spending so much time on this, but - it’s done ! it’s far from perfect but i’m pretty satisfied that there’s a visual guide to my idea of hyrule, post-seven years war. & now, god help you all, i’m gonna talk about it lmao. click here if you want to see a full-sized version of the map, but i’m also gonna put it under the cut in this post with the original map for comparison, & go on for a bit about how hyrule has, in my interpretation, changed under zelda’s rule.

( this gets long. like, really long. like, over 4,500 words long. read at your own risk. i’d say i’m sorry, but i’m really not. & fuck drawing water features forever. )

first thing’s first - the map !

( apologies for the giant watermark underneath it all but i’ve had my shit stolen before & i’m not enthused at the idea of having it happen again. clicking it open in a new tab should make it bigger if the link above doesn’t work. )

so, it’s slightly bigger than the original map which is featured in the game, haha. here’s a comparison of the two, actually, with my map over the top of the original so you can see what’s been changed or added & where. i’ll talk about what got added & why in a bit, i want to speak just about the actual map, first.

i did my best to keep the main locations of hyrule as specified in the game in the same place, & i think did an okay job, tbh ! my biggest nitpick was just how many dang cliffs & rockfaces there are on the original map. i know they serve a purpose in-game, which is completely fair, but they limited worldbuilding a little by making the map so small, so i took some liberties. not with every cliff, of course - i kept some in the southwest to keep the border between gerudo valley & hyrule field intact, & kept the ridge the river runs through - partly for the sake of continuity, & partly because i’ve always loved the fact that falling into the river in the valley washes you down to the lake. expanding them into a new area was fun, too, because at least then they go somewhere, rather than just locking you in to a certain place.

my main point of contention, to be honest, was the giant rockface in south hyrule field. again, i understand why it was there, but, come on ! so i ended up just doing away with it all, letting it lead a path to two new areas i’d like to work into zelda’s canon. the map just fades out in certain places, too, particularly the gerudo desert, so i ended up expanding that a little more & having it lead into the cliffs above lake hylia - the river already runs from the valley to the lake, so why not have more of the desert lead into the mainland ? the mountains, too, got their range expanded, because they just seem so ... small, in canon, when they aren’t being used specifically as dungeon locations. i’d say the only place on the map i didn’t expand in some way is that little gap between zora’s domain & the kokiri forest - the forest is so hemmed in & the domain is literally inside a mountain, hidden behind a waterfall, so i was happy to just let that be empty space. if you manage to climb over the cliffs surrounding the domain, or break through the treetops in the forest, you get a view of the ocean, & that’s that !

it was fun to look at the maps of the games that came chronologically before this one & see how the position of things in hyrule change, but i’m kind of glad that there was only the three before ocarina of time, because the mountains alone move across the map at their leisure, good god. there was a bit of freedom in it, too, because in zelda’s canon timeline, the gods are going to flood hyrule anyway, so i could make whatever changes i wanted because it’s all gonna end up underwater & unseen in the end - plus, it meant i could add in more mountains to take up empty space on the map, because the hylians have to flee somewhere to escape the flood, & i don’t think the peak of death mountain could hold them all. most of the new locations were inspired by the minish cap, more than any other, so i’m going to start at the top of the map & move down to talk about them.

i always loved royal valley & the royal crypt in the minish cap, to be honest. it was spooky & cute, & i’m surprised it, or a concept like it, hasn’t made much of a comeback in later zelda games. the royal family’s tomb being in kakariko village never bothered me much as a kid ( other than the fact their headstone gets utterly destroyed & you get assaulted by what we can only assume are the zombies of previous hylian rulers ??? & then it’s just left open for anyone to stumble in & possibly loot slash get murdered by said zombies ??? actually, y’know what, this bothers me a lot more as an adult, what the fuck - ) but kakariko was a village founded by the sheikah, originally for the sheikah, so i did always find it a little strange that at some point, a ruler of hyrule went ❛ that’s cool, you do you, but make space for us in your graveyard. ❜ i know the history between the hylian royal family & the sheikah is implied to be murky ( thank you, shadow temple ) but that’s a meta for another day, so i’m not gonna go into too much detail, but it’s still something that sticks out as strange to me. call it the sheikah continuing to guard the royal family in death or whatever, but, hm. weird. anyway !

the point is, after the seven years war ends, zelda decides that what originally belonged to the sheikah should be given back to the sheikah. kakariko village was opened up to non-sheikah by impa prior to the rise of ganondorf, & that’s her perogative & not something zelda would ever dream of interfering with, but that applies to the living, & those who die within the village deserve to be buried in the same place. it takes time to get around to the rebuilding of hyrule castle & its’ town, but when it’s time to plan for it, zelda chooses to utilize the abandoned valley which lies behind the castle as the new home for the royal crypt, but not solely for that ! she establishes & sponsors a university on behalf of the royal family, with special consideration going to the preservation of hylian history ( a lot was lost in the hyrulean civil war prior to her birth, nevermind the seven year war following that so quickly, & we can see in other zelda games, such as twilight princess & breath of the wild, historical preservation within hyrule is ... terrible, to say the least. of course, it will all be washed away when the goddesses flood hyrule, but fuck, at least she tries. ) the university also covers a range of other subjects, but history is the one zelda takes an active interest in, & she spends a lot of time with scholars who specialize in it. the royal crypt lies at the very back of the valley, the university being closer to the castle, & then ... watch this space ! i’m likely to add more things to areas around the map in the future.

hyrule castle & hyrule castle town i’ve left in the same spots, pretty much - i imagine the castle is rebuilt to be something like the one we see at the bottom of the ocean in wind waker, but i intend to put my own spin on that, too. zelda wouldn’t be focused too much on getting a castle up agaiin ( i’ve mentioned in a thread before that two years post-ganondorf, she is still sheltering at impa’s house in kakariko village, as rebuilding for the civilians is her main priority, & whilst i haven’t figured out exactly how long that lasts for, it’s a safe bet to say a good few years ) & she definitely wouldn’t want to be living anywhere especially y’know, grandiose & opulent, if her people were still struggling day to day. the castle town bounces back better than ever, expanding a little more to the left over time, but that’s a gradual thing. no real change except a distinct lack of redeads, which is always a bonus !

death mountain & its immediate surroundings, i was happy to leave as they are - it’s marginally wonky in place compared to the original map but it’s not a severe drift from canon, so lets just pretend it sits a little more to the left, shhh. it’s a volcano built into a mountain with a network of caves both inside & adjacent to it, plus a place of worship built into the heart of it, & you can’t really go wrong with that, so i focused on all that empty space beyond them left on the map. minish cap came in clutch again, because by fuck, did they have a mountain range, so i ended up dipping in to it for the names of this one. the gorons are clustered at the forefront of the mountain because everything beyond their city has been mined to the absolute death by those who came before for its resources, & abandoned by the same in turn, but they still send patrols to make sure it’s fine.

there’s a story of how, before the gorons settled into the mountain, a man of great strength climbed the mountain alone to make his home within it - he faced eruptions from a then-hostile death mountain, fought off the creatures who called the range home & weren’t fond of sharing, & forged on to what was said to be the edge of hyrule itself. it wasn’t, not quite, but it was far enough away from the central provinces of the kingdom that the mountains became capped with snow, contrasting the temperate mountains to the west. the story goes that the adventurer decided to call the furthest reaches of the mountain home, & singlehandedly carved out what would become the beginning of the mines, in order to gather materials for his forge. it’s been disputed whether said man was hylian or goron, as the biggoron family claim lineage from him, but the mountains he once inhabited are named for him now, & are one of the places zelda hid whilst on the run & masquerading as sheik - despite the extreme temperatures playing havoc with her & nearly killing her, it’s one of the harder to reach spots in hyrule, so it provided a measure of safety that other places could not. melari’s hold lies in the northeast, but the cold spot on the mountain travels further south than would be expected, resulting in a cold spot - the ice cavern - to the north of zora’s domain.

real quick, fuck zora’s domain. there was no way to make the water feature coming from here look decent, or properly portray the types of cliffs it’s surrounded by, so please don’t judge it too harshly. at the end of ocarina of time, zora’s domain is still said to be frozen, but recovering from the curse ganondorf placed on it, which, great ! i’m gonna say, i could be completely off here in how it works, but i wanted to change things up a little, so if i am, i don’t mind that much. i like a bit of artistic license. also, if we can have literal fish people, a genderless species made of rock, children who don’t grow up in a magical forest which horrifically warps those who don’t belong, & a giant fucking overworld field where the skeletons of what look like fucking children come out to fight you at night ? i’m okay with this reckoning being off a little.

so, eventually, zora’s domain unfreezes. i personally imagine, as ganondorf’s power ebbed from hyrule, that the process started slow, until one day, it wasn’t. it’s said that zora’s fountain is the source of all water in hyrule, with the domain lying under the mountain it rests on top of, & a few secret passageways here & there, which is fine, usually - the fountain never froze, just the domain beneath it. that becomes a problem, though, when the magical freeze put in place by ganondorf wears off, & the excess water from the melt ends up flooding the domain. not a problem from those who live within it, with the zora being essentially amphibian in nature, but when that excess water begins seeping out into the fountain, through cracks in the mountain, through the entrance granted to those affiliated with the royal family ? that all goes over the fountain, down the sleepless waterfall, through the river, & that river completely bursts its banks. the water level of the river rises significantly, washing away much of the path previously taken by those who wished to go to the domain on foot, causing minor flooding in hyrule field as it travels downstream, & resulting in the waters of lake hylia rising when the overflow reaches it, hence the lake being larger in my version of the map. the rebuilding of a path to zora’s domain ends up becoming one of the earliest projects zelda undertakes as queen but it’s a bit of a logistical nightmare for a while, considering that, with princess ruto ascended as a sage, zora’s domain is now in a succession crisis. does it have much bearing on zelda’s life ? not especially, but i thought it was a nice bit of worldbuilding, so here it is.

kokiri forest, the lost woods, & everything within doesn’t change much. with the dark magic vanquished from the forest, & the great deku sprout able to thrive, the forest continues to grow, & overgrow. it’s still dangerous to outsiders to go within, still dangerous for anyone to enter the lost woods without a fairy companion to guide them & save them from a grim fate, but the children of the forest do grow somewhat braver about stepping out from their home to see the rest of hyrule. it never lasts long - not all of the kokiri are as brave as link was, after all, & hyrule is so vast compared to what they’re used to - but it sparks their curiosity & their desire to explore hyrule which eventually trickles down to the wandering koroks.

the area to the south / southwest of the kokiri forest is entirely my invention. as i said, in-game, it’s just cliffs to hem you in & prevent you from breaking the boundaries of the world, but there’s none of that in roleplaying, so i just … did away with them entirely. part of this is lake hylia not being as hemmed in by these walls as it is in-game, opening up into a new river & streams which travel through the south & southeast. crossing this river leads to three paths - take middle path, & you may find yourself in what’s known as the rito village. now, i’ll say here, i know that the rito don’t technically appear in hyrule until after the great flood, when the zoras somehow sprout wings, but nintendo’s strange decisions don’t change the fact that there are many wonderful people in the zelda rpc who play rito characters with crossover verses that let them interact with those who play characters in other parts of the timeline. in order to better facilitate interactions with these roleplayers, i decided fuck it, rito village in ocarina of time. canon can be easily bent. if, however, i’m writing with someone who wants to adhere to strict canon, then it’s just other hylians who live within the village, & rito is just the name chosen for the village, with no connection to the as-of-yet-unevolved race, just a nice little coincidence. regardless of who lives in it, though, the village & its name are fixed here in a southern woodland, with the village nestled amongst the hills within.

cross the bridge to the south & take the third branch in the path, you’ll find yourself inside the bremen woods. i honestly haven’t got much to say about the bremen woods here, but it’s not because i don’t have ideas for it - i have another headcanon brewing concerning myths, fables & fairy tales within hyrule, because … i am just that type of nerd. about eighty percent of my blogs before this one involved fairy tale characters in some way. it is, as the kids say, extremely my shit, & i’d like to tie the bremen woods into that, so i’m going to save what i have to say for that headcanon, but don’t worry. it’ll probably be a lot smaller than this one. ( thank god, i hear you say. i know, i know. i’m still not sorry. )

cross the bridge, then, & take the first branch in the path, & you better have a sword with you. the castor wilds are a lawless place, which is fitting for the corner of the world where the last remnants of ganondorf’s forces lie. any that weren’t killed during the restoration of the kingdom were beaten back to the edge of the world, & it’s not a friendly place. the last of the monsters shelter in a run-down settlement known as dragmire’s hold, the last place where those who sympathize with the king of evil can speak freely, & it’s murder to get to. the entrance to the wilds is a marshy swamp, thanks to the run-off of lake hylia, but if you manage to get through the mire, the land begins to dry out until you reach the hold, where the earth struggles to bear fruit & it seems the grass refuses to grow. it is, in a few words, fucking grim, & as a result, the go-to place for banishments within the kingdom. zelda isn’t a fan of harsh punishments, but she’s no fool, not anymore, & she won’t abide those who plot to throw the kingdom back into chaos, be it in service of ganondorf, or their own selfish natures. it’s rare that anyone actually finds themselves wandering the castor wilds, unless they actively choose to adventure there, but it is a very good threat, considering its reputation as the land where the devils live.

jumping across the map entirely, we come to the cliffs of coroa to the left of lake hylia. another spot on the map which is notorious for being hard to reach, the cliffs are an inviting challenge to those who want to boast of their climbing skills & durability. if getting up the cliffs doesn’t kill you ( & there is a very real possibility that it will, especially if you fall, ‘cause this water ain’t soft ) the journey down might do it instead, & that’s if you survive your trip at the top. there has been rumours of a great treasure hidden away in the cliffs for years, though the debate on what it might be was pretty intense, if you got into it. for a time, some thought the legendary blade rested within the cliffs, & only those who could brave the rockface would be able to lay a hand on it; others argued that it contained more mundane, but still desirable, treasures, such as a great haul from a band of thieves, left behind when they were hunted down by the crown, growing only more valuable by the minute. some, with sense, said that the only thing atop the cliffs was certain doom for the morons who tried to make their way up them. the truth ? there’s nothing up there. sometimes, cliffs are just cliffs, & those who try to scale the ones facing lake hylia truly are fools. the gerudo people, however, had the right idea of how to get to them.

again, another aspect of canon i was happy to leave as it was. the gerudo desert is a vast, harsh swathe of land, continuously assailed by sandstorms, bordered to the north by what is called ❛ the great sand sea ❜ & to the south by the haunted wasteland, & it’s not hyperbole. spirit guides appear to those who seek the temple of the goddess of the sand, but very few have ever made it through the wasteland if they enter in pursuit of something else. one of the few who did was the gerudo heroine, ashai. a well respected warrior amongst them, ashai was the younger sister to the exalted rishika, the chief of the gerudo at the time, & one of the first to vow to conquer the wasteland & see what lay beyond the storm. though her sister cautioned against it, as tales of people becoming lost in the wasteland were not uncommon, ashai was a headstrong young woman, & she could not be swayed. she took with her a party of twelve, & in time, three returned to tell their story. ashai had forged a path through the ever-shifting sands & left it well enough marked that her companions were able to find their way back. it’s said that some succumbed to madness during the journey, tormented by the ghosts of the wasteland, whilst others fell ill whilst they traveled, choking on the sand which gathered in their lungs. seven of them made it through the wasteland to the valley which lay beyond, but ashai had grown sick during the crossing, & knew she would not make it back. instead, she spent the time she had left exploring the valley, & found a way through it to the peak of the cliffs of coroa. the legend says that is there she died, watching the sun rise atop the cliffs, speaking only of her sister, & her companions laid her to rest within the valley, which her sister then named in honour of her. whilst the gerudo are happy to let those who have proven themselves attempt the journey to the desert colossus, no outsiders are permitted to walk the valley of ashai, where a shrine was built for its namesake - it is considered sacred to them, & the journey to pay respects to ashai is now part of the trial given to those who wish to become chief of the gerudo, should the bloodline of the previous chief die.

that covers just about all the main areas & landmarks of hyrule, i think, so to move on to the last thing, the various settlements, villages, hamlets you see across the map. hyrule is a big place. yes, quite a few of the races are localized to certain areas, & yes, it’s entirely plausible the hyrulean civil war could have decimated the population, with the seven years war exacerbating that problem, but hyrule field just looked so … empty, once everything else was finished. so, rather than stick to a number of locales i can count on one hand, i threw a few more settlements across the map to try & make hyrule feel more like a real kingdom. not to breath of the wild’s extent, of course, but just something a little more than what was given. all those who survived the fall of hyrule castle town apparently fled to become refugees in kakariko village, which was opened to all by impa, which is fair, but i imagine as the world returned to something close to normality, & families started growing again, the village would quickly find itself overwhelmed. as queen, zelda would make it a priority to make sure none of her subjects go homeless - she knows all too well that struggle - & so she would begin a program to make sure there was enough villages or townships for every one of her subjects. those who volunteered would be given a set amount of money & plots of land across hyrule to build a home, which zelda would then personally visit to inspect, to make sure her people were thriving.

there’s little to say in detail about them all as of right now, as i’m still fleshing them out, but i have a few basic ideas. most of the settlements were named after the first to attach themselves to the project, but the names have the potential to evolve over time. they certainly won’t retain the hamlet / settlement status, that’s for sure. the offer wasn’t restricted to hylians, either - any other race in the land was free to join, though only a small number of gerudo accepted it, the others preferring to stay in their homes & travel as they need. ciela’s settlement was the one spearheaded by the gerudo who accepted zelda’s offer, hence its proximity to the valley. a lot of young men volunteered to go to this settlement, but zelda was happy to let ciela make her own call, & many were knocked back - only those with what ciela deemed viable skills were allowed in, & still, it’s very much a female dominated settlement, but it is thriving under her leadership, & blossoms into a successful village as time goes on. lon lon ranch is, well, lon lon ranch. with funding from the crown, talon was able to take on more staff & expand it at his leisure, but it is one of the very few places in hyrule which has stayed constant over time, & he was quite content to keep it that way, & zelda content with his decision.

to the south of lon lon ranch lies damia village, the largest of all the settlements from its inception. led by a fearless young man who gave his name to the village, it is a hub of activity which could rival hyrule castle town. with damia came many like-minded people, all eager to forge their own path in the world & prove themselves as he had, as he had been part of the group which volunteered to help beat back the remnants of ganondorf’s forces. many of the families within damia village are the families of soldiers who work at the castle & it has gained a reputation for being a village full of strong, capable, trustworthy people. arborwood, which lies further to the south in a more rural location, is an outlier in that the one who volunteered to lead in this settlement didn’t wish to put their name to it - they didn’t want glory, just a place to call home where they could finally live in peace. arborwood is an agriculturally focused village, filled with farmers & those who possess green thumbs. a lot of trade is done between arborwood & all the other villages - everyone in hyrule became proficient at growing & hunting their own food in the past thirty years, as was necessary to survive, but it’s nice to have a place to get food from which specializes in high quality meat & crops. why hunt rabbits, when arborwood can provide venison ?

last but not least, lynna’s hamlet, which settled at lake hylia at the request of the owner of the lakeside laboratory. as he was getting on in years, he wished to find someone to continue his work, & so specifically requested that any like-minded hylians settle close to the lake so that he could impart his wisdom & let them take over. he got quite a few more people volunteering than he bargained for, be they scientifically inclined, interested in cataloguing the history of lake hylia, or just desirous of a change in scenery. the smallest of the new settlements, lynna’s hamlet never truly flourished the way others did, but the buildings were never empty - as time went on & people began to move elsewhere, it became a popular spot for those who traveled the land to rest at when they came to the lake, with a very successful inn eventually being run by the lakeside, its doors open to any who wished to visit.

it’s not a lot of worldbuilding when it all comes down to it, compared to other things, but this is something that i’ve wanted to do for a long time. as i’ve mentioned in the section regarding the bremen woods, more headcanons are likely to follow regarding places on the map & how they change & evolve as time passes during zelda’s rule, but for now, there’s this ! something which makes hyrule feel less empty than what it was before, whilst still respecting canon, somewhat which was the goal all along. if you’ve made it this far, holy shit, go outside & feel the sun on your face. it’s been eighty-four years - but i can’t thank you enough for reading ! at least next time, the headcanon won’t be so long. i hope.

#⌜ ❛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ & ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs. ❜ ⌟ ✦ ( headcanon. )#( eight. eight pages & 4700-odd words of rambling in google docs #i can't believe i spent so much time on this oh my GOD #but it's done !! it's one am & i'm going to bed but i have to get this out into the world before i go #tomorrow i swear i'll get more actual roleplaying done but for now have ... eight fucking pages of THIS i guess #if this is incoherent please let me know good god )

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Meet Cute

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Your late night thesis work leads you to meet the ever-charming Dick Grayson. Warnings: Language, implied smut Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I was just remembering my long nights at Starbucks while writing my thesis…and thought of this. A thesis is basically a super long and excruciating research paper you have to write to get a post-graduate degree, for any of those unaware of the term!

All you had wanted was a peaceful night. You knew you could make your next thesis deadline without any all-nighters, as long as you didn’t run into any major problems. Though it seemed the universe just wanted to challenge you. It was pushing midnight, and though Starbucks closed almost an hour prior, your frequent long nights at the coffeehouse allowed for friendships to form. You often stayed while the workers did there closing duties, and tonight was no different. All the baristas had stumbled into the back to finish working when a man clad in a black and blue suit crashed through the storefront window. You watched in awe as he slid back into the counter, trying to cover his head. Another much bigger man staggered in through the new opening.

Both men seemed completely unaware of your presence, as the larger man drew nearer to his foe…still incapacitated on the floor. Without thinking, you picked up your laptop and slammed it into the back of his head. You watched as he slowly began turning towards you, that is, until you once again cracked the computer against his face. He collapsed backwards just as the man clad in spandex regained his composure and jumped to his feet.

You just stood there in shock. I can’t believe I did that. All my work, all my programs, how am I going to finish now? You glanced down at your hands, still clutching the remnants of your laptop, and then up again at the stranger.

He looked back at you noting the panic spread across your face, “Hey hey hey, it’s alright. It’s over.”

You realized he was trying to calm you down for all the wrong reasons. The emotion written on your face was not caused by the man laying unconscious before you, but the realization that anything you had not saved prior to your thoughtlessness was gone. The realization that all the programs you had bought to conduct your analyses were gone. This was a problem that would take weeks of sleepless nights, as well as an ample amount of funds – which you did not have to spare – to fix. You looked down again at your computer, still unable to speak, and gathered your things. Leaving what was left of your computer behind, you got in your car and immediately drove home.

“Did she just…leave?” Dick asked himself in disbelief. He walked over to pick up the broken pieces of your computer, “maybe Timmy can fix this for her.” Quickly, he scooped it up and headed to the manor.

You got back to your apartment and couldn’t even make it to your bedroom. You immediately collapsed on your couch and stared into the darkness. Everything you had been working so hard for had come crashing down on you. Eventually you began running scenarios in your head, because what else could you do? Your presentation was in a week, and your thesis had to be approved by the committee even before that. You had planned to make the final touches today and tomorrow.

“Okay…think Y/N. You can open programs on the school computers, but they would be read-only since the school only has the student license. Then if I printed them, they would have that stupid ‘student version’ watermark.” You stood up and began to pace in your living room. “Okay, well maybe I won’t need to make changes to my analyses…that will just depend on the committee review. So, how do I get into the program I was using to actually format my thesis?” You sat back down, trying to think of someone who could help. Eventually, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you know you an unfamiliar sound jogged you awake. Quietly you reached over to the end table and picked up an empty glass, hurling it towards the figure. You ran to turn on the light and noticed it was the same stranger, clad in that spandex suit.

He sat up on the floor and grabbed the back of his head, “I guess I kinda deserved that…though I have to say I’m surprised. Not many people can hear me coming, and even less have that kind of aim.”

“Sorry…I just…well…I live alone…and not in a great area.” You stuttered through your words, still unsure why this masked man was sitting in your living room. “Why, exactly, are you here?”

“Oh right! Well, you seemed kind of out of it earlier…and at first I thought, well duh, crazy people just crashed through the window. Then I realized you may have some important stuff you just lost on that computer, when you, ya’know smashed it into the other guy’s head.”

At the mention of your computer, you instantly froze up. Reading the signs strewn across your face, he continued, “Anyways, my brother is pretty good with the technology thing. He said he was able to recover everything.” Standing up, he picked up the brand-new computer which had landed next to him. “I hope I didn’t break it in the fall,” he chuckled as he handed you the new computer.

Normally, you would never be inclined to take such a gift. But, in this case you couldn’t see any other way around it. “I…I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” You moved to sit on the couch, “My thesis presentation is next week. I thought I was going to miss my deadline. You just saved my life…or at least my graduation date.” You smiled up at him.

The next week went by way too quickly, and you were at the school setting up your presentation. One by one your committee members filed in, but just as you were about to begin a stream of students came through the door. Great, more people to watch me stumble through this presentation.

Panic set into your mind as the teachers asked everyone, yourself included, to step out of the room so they could deliberate. This is normal, you knew this would happen. You started pacing in front of the door, when a man approached you. His brilliant blue eyes stared at you just a bit too long, before he spoke.

“Well I thought you did great.”

“Oh, you saw that? How, uhm, or why did you come?”

“It sounded interesting, so I thought I’d check it out! Clearly, a bunch of people thought so.” Mentioning the crowd of students that attended but leaving out the fact that he gave them each fifty bucks to attend. He couldn’t be the only non-committee member there, that would be a little suspicious.

“So do you…” you’re next sentence was cut off by the sound of the door opening. You smiled and nodded his way before heading back into the room. Well that was shitty timing.

“Congratulations! We are passing your presentation, but there are some changes and we would like to make to the analysis to help with comprehensibility.”

Dutifully you took notes, though this milestone was over, you still had work to do before you passed. Almost an hour had passed when you exited the room again, only to find the mysterious attendee sitting back on the bench. Excitedly, for more than one reason, you walked over.

“I did it! I passed! I never have to give that presentation again!” Why you were exclaiming such news to a stranger was beyond you, but it felt right.

“That’s fantastic! I had no doubts, Y/N. Celebratory drinks?”

“It’s ten in the morning…”

“Celebratory brunch?”

“Honestly, coffee sounds amazing.”

Dick was pleasantly surprised by your answer and motion for you to follow. “There’s this great place just up the street.”

Soon the dates grew more frequent and before you know it, over a year had passed. You came home late from work one night to find Dick sitting on your couch, enveloped in the tv.

“Using me for my cable again, Dick?”

“Whaa…” he put his hand to his chest, “Y/N, I would never.”

“Sure…oh I picked up Thai food, I got enough for you too.”

“You know me so well”

“It doesn’t hurt that your here nearly every night.”

“Yeah, about that…don’t you think it would be easier if I just, well, lived here?”

Slightly stunned, you stared at him, not realizing you had yet to answer.

“I mean, I don’t have…” You cut him off once your daze subsided.

“No, that would be great! I’m just surprised you brought it up.” I mean how is he going to hid the vigilante thing now?

Almost as if he read your mind, Dick continued, “There is one more thing you should probably know before you say yes.”

“Okay…what’s up?” You questioned, sitting on the couch next to him.

“I’m Nightwing.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Confusion spread across his face, so he decided that maybe you didn’t understand. “Like, the vigilante, the one from Starbucks, just before we met.”

“Yeah, Dick, I know.”

“But…but how?!”

“Dickie, come on. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Your ‘sickness’ comes whenever Nightwing appears on the news getting beat to shit. All the cuts and bruises.”

“When did you figure it out?”

“Like a month after we started dating,” the look on his face was priceless. You just shrugged and continued, “I asked around after my thesis. Students told me YOU paid them to watch it.”

A deep crimson spread across his face, and all you wanted to do was worsen it. “That, plus…who couldn’t recognize an ass like that.”

You let out a laugh as he pulled you on top of him. “I’m going to get you back for that Y/L/N.”

“Do your worst, Grayson.” You chuckled as he lifted the both of you up and carried you into the bedroom.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #batboys #batboys x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #batboys x you #fanfic

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living-dead-parker · 5 years

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Thoughts on Far From Home

So I've had a little over a day to process it all and shit. Probably should've done this when everything was fresh in my mind so I'll probs come back to this if I rewatch it this weekend. Sorry if I forget some stuff, feel free to ask about it if I miss something!!

Anyways,

That in memoriam scene damn near knocked me tf out...the watermarked stock photos, the doves in the background of Tony's picture, the low res picture of Vision that was a masterpiece of its own. That should have been the movie, I would've watched hours of that tbh

Aunt May stay looking fine like damn you are the definition of "people who mind they business age fine" or whatever that saying is

May and Peter doing humanitarian shit made my heart for uWu and shit

Netty Pot is the cutest thing ever and yeah pretty much how hs relationships work for the most part

The VISUAL OF THE BLIP?? It was so stupid but it was so good I almost cried of laughter and the way they reappeared??

I cackled during Mr. Harrington's story about how his wife pretended to blip

Nick Fury can suck a dick in this one ngl, leT PETER LIVE

I need to stress how FINE Jake Gyllenhaal is, I will STFU now bc then I won't if I keep going

EDITH My love!! Also Peter calling in a mf drone on Brad like damn bitch chilllllll literal definition of disaster bi

But also I'm upset Brad Davis was made into the asshole, Remy hii is too fine for that i hate it

Peter giving Mysterio the glasses, i was screaming internally calling him a dumbass bc wHY WOULD TONY CHOOSE YOU OF ALL PEOPLE TO CHOOSE THE NEXT TS??!! IT WAS FOR YOU!!!

My take on Peter handing the glasses away: Tony knows better than to give Peter that kind of power. Yeah, Tony thought Peter was capable of handling his own, why else would he let him keep all that tech? But I think Tony would also be smart enough to not put that kind of pressure on Peter as well as give such a big responsibility to Peter. However, I know it wasn't completely Peter's fault, he was under some Mysterio trance or whatever; he trusted him. But I still think Peter should have known that in the back of his mind, that Tony would probs never give Peter that option to choose the next Tony Stark or Iron Man (whatever the note said lmao)

Everything after felt almost blasphemous with Beck and co. talking shit on Tony. It felt wrong, bc THAT'S MY BABY! TONY STARK IS MY BABY

The illusion scene was so amazing tbh and it was just so damn awesome to watch holy shit

ZOMBIE IRON MAN HOly fUCk I was jumping in my seat. I was crying, don't get me wrong. Reading the grave w Tony's name made me sad but then seeing the deteriorated gauntlet got me so pumped I'm actually really pumped reminiscing on the scene and then when he COMES OUT IN THE DETERIORATED SUIT AND HE THRUSTS HIMSELF UP BEFORE IT CLOSES UP AND IT SHOWS THE HELMET W THE SKULL AND IT LOOKS SO WICKED SO AWESOME I WAS PUMPED YALL THAT SHIT WAS iNTENSE IN THE BEST WAY I need an HD pic of it for my aesthetic and shit

Side note: I plan on getting zombie iron man tattooed on me it was amazing.

The train?? Oof

The jet scene w happy made me cry for so many reasons. I was happy to see Happy

Peter watched porn before or after fighting Captain America and honestly I probably would too ngl. Not to be weird but he probably watched a Thor porn parody bc I would too (call it Thor Ragnacock)

The AC/DC scene got me listening to them again holy shit and now I miss Tony :((

"I love Led Zeppelin" I was so ready to smack a fucking kid holy shit but wow I love one (1) dumbass

The final battle was intense but so good

When Peter mimicked Cap he should have said "Avenger [singular] Assemble" that was a missed opportunity but oh well

That spidEY SENSE SCENE?? WITH THE DARK ROOM AND THE DRONES?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? THAT WAS AMAZING JUST IMAGINE PLAYING SOME ROCK SONG OVER IT it would be like the new AC/DC in IM, Immigrant Song in Thor, Just A Girl in CM type thing it would've been amazing and we were robbed. I personally would have put something by Rob Zombie or maybe White Zombie maybe Misfits but idk

The scene in the airport with I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend playing and Peter and MJ holding hands was acc really cute

RAMONES THO?? I got so so excited heading IWBYB. First Blitzkrieg Bop in Hoco and now this?? Jon Watts was a punk no doubt about it (I can see him being into ska ngl) I see you homie. (I REALLY love Ramones I own like 30 shirts)

JJJ!!! I SCREAMED I JUMPED IN MY SEAT I WAS PUMPED

Mysterio revealing pETER HAD ME FUCKED UP HOLY SHIT

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HHFJSLASI YOU AND I ARE JUST PROFESSIONALS WHEN IT COMES TO RAMBLING AND I LOVE IT I'LL MAKE THIS FIRST ASK SHORT SO THAT YOU CAN ADD THE READ MORE AND PUT THE REST UNDER THE CUT SO THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS DON'T HAVE TO DO A LOT OF SCROLLING LMAO - 💫

your brain i love it 😌😌

MISS SHIVI YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🤧💞 HFAKKA JUNGKOOK MADE THE WORLD STOP WITH THAT HAIR DYE AT THIS POINT I'M JUST ✨ manifesting ✨ a selfie of him with that hair and I know for a fact that the moment that one selfie comes out ITS OVER FOR US and OMG IN A BUN??? JDJAKJD I THINK YOURE SPEAKING THE DEVIL INTO EXISTENCE. BLONDE JIKOOK SELCA LETS GO BOYS COME ON DON'T BE SHY 🧚‍♂️🌸

OOOPS THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE DOES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE THO...ESP ALL OF THEIR GROWLS..CALM DOWN??? JIMIN?? EXCUSE YOU.

AND JUNGKOOK'S OUTFIT WAS SO HOTJFJSLQJDJWKA. I did watch the performances later and can attest that DYNAMITE SLOW JAM IS NOW MY ANTHEM AND BLONDE JUNGKOOK SINGING IT IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD FOR MY SANITY

CHANEL MODEL!JIMIN MISS SHIVI I AM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS NOW FOR REAL THO HE SHOULD TOTALLY WEAR MORE CHOKERS AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM FINISHING A PERFORMANCE ANF THEN RIPPING IT OFF AND THROWING INTO THE CROWD LIKE JSLWLAKF DEATH UPON US ALL!!! Honestly he can wear anything at this point and ummm 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ BUT FBKSKA I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF JIMIN'S COLLARBONES PEAKING OUT FROM UNDER THE CHOKER AND WE'RE GOING A LITTLE FERAL AGAIN

BODY ROLLS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIM NOT ONLY BEING SO HOT BUT ALSO USING PERFECT TECHNIQUE!! AND THAT GAZE BYE I'M SHORT CIRCUITING HE CLEARLY KNOWS HIS POWER AND ISN'T AFRAID TO USE IT aND THAT LOOK GAAAAH 5TH MUSTER JIMIN COME HOME PLS THE FOOD IS COLD AND EVERYONE'S ASKING WHERE YOU ARE (me....I'm everyone) NO NOO DON'T BE SORRY I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MUSINGS *cups face in hand and leans on table*

AND I AGREE!! TAEHYUNG LOOKING GOOD IN THAT SUIT ONLY SHOWS US THAT THE GODS TOOK THEIR SWEET TIME ON HIM AND LMFAO I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG THO 🤡 IS A PRETTY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF US and omg you've got a sister!! that's so nice 💓

LITERALLY ON WITH THAT DANCE BREAK IN A CONCERT WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK WHEN I TELL YOU I UGLY CRIED FOR HOURS AFTER SEEING THAT DURING THE MV PREMIERE I DON'T THINK I'LL LIVE KNOWING THEY DID IT IN A CONCERT and ooooooo you should definitely keep hoping!! We got an I need u performance, so anything's possible!! I got into them with bs&t so it makes me very 🤧🤧🤧 in retrospect but nothing about jimin dancing his jacket off was 🤧 it was more of a 🥵😵🥴🤕🤒 type of feeling LMAO

I KNOW RIGHT I LOVE HOW THEY ALWAYS GIVE US LIL UPDATES EVERYWHERE LIKE "OO I WENT CAMPING" "OO WE ATE BREAD!!" "OOO LOOK WE'RE JUST GOING TO DROP COVERS AND SELCAS SO YOU CAN LOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SANITY REMAINED!!" BUT YES TIMES LIKE THAT WHEN HE TWEETS JIMIN IS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF THE BIGGEST HEART EMOJI

AND FJSLADHK I NEVER TOLD YOU LMAO MY BRAIN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ MY BIAS IS JIMIN!! I MEAN BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOURS IS TOO HE MAKES US ALL SO 💕💓💫💓💗💕🌺🌈💘💓✨💗💓🌸💕💝🌈💓💗 ITS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING HOW MUCH HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE WOW HOW AM I LETTING A MAN WHOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL OF ME. HE'S JUST... EVERYTHING 🥺 I'M IN MY BREAK AND A LITTLE TOO EMO RIGHT NOW!! BUT I GUESS YOUR BIAS IS JIMIN TOO RIGHT? TAKING BY YOUR LOVELY BLOG AND BRUTALLY HONEST (IN THE BEST WAY!) URL LMAO IF NOT THEM I'M SORRY FOR PRESUMING 🙈🙈 but tell me!! how did you get into them??

(god...I'm just looking and I see I wrote too much I'm so sorry fksjwlfo)-💫

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love seeing your asks in my inbox ok they make me very happy 🤧🤧 BLONDE JIKOOK IN A BUN SELCA I AM MANIFESTING!!!!!!!! BOYS JUST OPEN YOUR GALLERY AND DROP THEM SELCAS I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF THEM PLS SPARE SOME FOR US THANX 😭

JIMIN IN THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE HOLY SHIT YES 😳 LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT KIND OF DISRESPECT IS THAT 👁👄👁 and then in the same week he became small cuddly jimin with a boopable nose during the home performance 😔

istg jungkook looked like a very hot rich ceo of a huge company or sth 😳😳 (which he actually is sdfghjk atleast partially sdfg)

CHANEL NEEDS TO CALL JIMIN ASAP 🔫🔫🔫 AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAKING ME IMAGINE WILD SCENARIOS LIKE THAT 😭 ok imagine him smirking the “i know im hot” smirk after he throws the choker DEATH OK ABSOLUTE DEATHHHHHHHH and omg yes his collarbones along with the choker 😳😳😳😳 (and no its not weird asdfghj chill)

AND OMG THAT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHTTTTT!!!! THAT PARK JIMIN IS ABSOLUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS AND HOW HOT HE IS!!!!! AND HE USES IT JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT WHICH IS KNOWS IS ENOUGH FOR US TO GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL and he’s such a fucking tease too dear lord i can’t with him 😭😭😭😭😭 AND OMG “*cups face in hand and leans on table*” STOP BEING SO CUTE OKAY WTF I AM BLUSHING HERE 😭😭😭😭

AND YES 🤡 IS DEFINITELY ALL OF US 🤣 i remember waiting for 12 am kst every freaking day for a week before BE dropped and big hit was like “not today you absolute clowns” on all our faces 🤡 AND YESS AAAAAAAA she’s not my own sister though!! she’s my aunt’s daughter. they’ve come to visit us for a week 🥰🥰

ON DANCE BREAK WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK HOLY FRIKKIN YES BUT HAVEN’T THEY STOPPED DOING THAT JUMP IN THE RECENT PERFORMANCES? im sad :(((( BUT YES THAT IN A CONCERT WITH ARMY CHEERING AND FANCHANTS AND EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT CAN’T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IN THE STADIUM DURING THAT 🤯🤯🤯🤯 ARE YOU KIDDING I GOT INTO THEM WITH BS&T AS WELL. i am never ever ever going to be over that song. and yes jimin’s “accidental” jacket flips in bs&t are the reason is why i live and breathe 😌😌 (and simultaneously die multiple deaths) I AM NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE ANYMORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND OMG I KNOW RIGHT WHEN CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE I WENT !@#$%^&*()&^%$#@q@#$%^&*( BECAUSE I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM SLEEP AND /?????? NEW SONG FROM JIMIN??????? THAT FELING WAS JUST HHHHHHHHHHHHHH atleast tae gave us a hint BUT I WAS STILL NOT READY WHEN SNOW FLOWER DROPPED. DAMN I HOPE THEY DON’T DO THIS NO WARNING THING WITH KTH1 AND JJK1 BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING SLEEPING WHEN THEY DROP ASDFGHJK AND JIMIN AAAAAAAA JIMIN I MISS HIM SO MUCH CAN HE GO LIVE AGAIN PLS I JUST WANT TO HEAR HIS SOFT VOICE AND SEE HIS EYE SMILE AND FLOOFY HAIR AND TINY HANDS :(((((((

AND OMG YOURS TOO???? 😭😭😭 AND PRESUMPTION WHAT PRESUMPTION OMG OFC MY BIAS IS JIMIN (and six bias wreckers 😌😌) LIKE I HAVE JIMIN IN MY ICON AND IN MY HEADER AND IN MY URL AND I GIF JIMIN MOSTLY SO 😭😭😭 WHAT PRESUMPTION 😭😭😭 and god yes i love every little thing about him 🥺🥺🥺 FROM HIS SOCK DOODLES TO HIM BEING SUPER CLUMSY AND HIS JACKET FLIPS AND HIS SEXY BRAIN AND HIS KIND HEART AND HIM NOT GIVING TWO FUCKS ABOUT GENDER TO HIM GROWLING ON STAGE TO HIS NIPSLIPS I JUST!!!!!LOVE!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 AND yes lmao my url ok story time!! so when i made this blog... i didn’t know i’d get into giffing and stuff lol so the friend who got me into bts (i’ll come to that story later) suggested jiminsjacketflip as a url for my blog but i was like nah this doesn’t sound cool so i added a bit of ✨pazzaz✨ and made it flipthatjacketjiminie LMFAOOOOO and ive been wanting to change it for a while now because its so fucking long and my watermark on gifs looks shitty because of that 🤡 but i haven’t found anything as unique as this one yet and i also think that if I change my url people won’t recognize me so im just..... living with this one lmaooooo 🤡

AND OKAY OMG so i got into them at the end of june 2020. My friend anna (who also has a blog and makes a++++ gifs @/lifegoesmon) got me into them. She made me listen to them and the first song i heard was stay gold as far as i remember and then it was BS&T AND GODDAMN THE WAY I GOT FUCKING HOOKED TO THE SONG I KEPT LISTENING TO IT ALLLLLLLL DAYYYYYYY and then she showed me the performance for bs&t and i knew i was a goner 🥴🥴 then I watched chaotic bts compilations and they were so fucking funny and adorable that i went like???? how are they so sexy and intimidating on stage and this adorable and chaotic off stage?😭😭😭 we listened to bts’ discography for like three hours on the first day and she shared her playlist with me and stuff and god I just fell for their music. and then obviously with their dance and then obviously with everything about them 🥺🥺 HOW ABOUT YOUUUUUUUU? WHEN AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO THEM???? (and pls don’t be sorry sdfghjk i love reading your asks 💖💖💖) OH ALSO DID YOU WATCH RUNNNNN???????? WHICH ONES DID YOU WATCH????

#anonymous #replied #💫

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toplesstaylor · 5 years

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Oh baby, won’t you walk with me?

(roger taylor x oc ~ honey woodrow)

A/N: this is… sickeningly cute. But I love it, so… yeah, I don’t care! I suggest you listen to Cry To Me by Solomon Burke. I was kinda inspired by it. I got kind of stuck on part 3 so this as a peace offering? It happens a lot later in the story, but you can read it now too i think. anyways just read it I’m sure you won’t totally hate it.

Mini-Playlist: • Cry to Me - Solomon Burke • slow down - blur • ...baby one more time - the Marías (not britney) • Feeling good - Nina Simone • 19th nervous breakdown - the rolling Stones •

(Really random i know but also, v good music peeps)

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It had been going on like this for a few days now. Excuses ranging from I left my jacket here yesterday to I forgot to buy beer so now I’m stealing yours and even a very sneaky I maybe didn't pay rent so my power got shut off?. It was always pretty innocent, they’d usually just get afternoon wasted or watch tv at 3 am, but neither of them could just straight up admit the other wasn’t that bad. She was kind of funny, he wasn’t so arrogant as she thought, but conversation never went anywhere that had to do with emotions. That was one of those things both of them never really understood. Roger knew he had to say something about it, it was terribly confusing after all, but saying something was a whole lot harder than not saying anything at all, so the decision was made. Honey was just… difficult. to figure out, at least. Every time she made one of her famous remarks, he didn't know if he wanted to kiss her or punch her in the face. To put it nicely; it was goddamn horrible. At least he figured that being one second with her was better than being one second alone.

She had put on a Nina Simone record, dancing around the room with a strange grace for a drunken woman. She sang along beautifully, her voice was always a little lower than most, definitely lower than his, and it matched Simone’s well. But she completely butchered the last reach in feeling good, breaking down in laughter to the floor afterwards.

“You’re a lot more fun when you’re drunk, you know.” Roger snickered, and Honey scrawled her way towards the bed he was sitting on, whiskey bottle still in hand.

“No, I’m just more wild.” She laughed, downing more of the delicious golden liquid.

“You mean a psychopath.” He said, and grabbed the bottle from her cradling arms to try and get drunk himself, though trying maybe wasn’t the right word.

Chuckling, letting herself fall down on the bed. “I’m always a psycho, darling. I thought you knew that.” She stared up at the water-stained ceiling, feeling the alcohol buzz inside her veins. She loved that feeling, every nerve being completely fucked up.

He fell down next to her, trying to grab the bottle from her hands as she was holding it just out of reach.

She stood up, and put on an even older record, as the Nina one had died out. She smiled at it softly, like it was an old friend or something. He had never heard of it, i mean, not that one at least. He knew cry to me by the Rolling Stones, but this one, Solomon Burke, didn't sound familiar.

Honey started moving to the rhythm, dancing and prancing around the room with strangely practised ease. She mouthed along to the lyrics. It was slow, every movement of her hip was calculated , every little glance, grin and wink directed at him. She even moved to the bed, taking his hand and pulling him up to dance with her. He was way too sober for this, but she wasn’t, and he didn't want to disappoint, and who cares, she probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow anyway. So he moved along, slowly, way too sloppy and carefully, but she laughed and smiled in way that wasn’t diabolical for once. It was beautiful, it made him smile too. She never did this, dancing around actually happily or just somewhat carefree.

But suddenly she stopped, looking at him with eyes he couldn’t read and lips far too attractive for him to resist. Both arms hanging next to her body, almost seeming like she didn’t know what to do with them. Almost uncertain.

‘You don't ever have walk alone, you see

 Come take my hand, and baby,

won't you walk with me?’

She whispered along, Mister Burke’s smooth voice guiding her. She was searching his eyes, just a little bit too scared for such a drunk girl.

His eyes fluttered towards her lips, and back to her eyes to sort of ask for permission. And then he kissed her.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, to say the least.

Her hands tangled into his hair, and his found their way to her waist, they tumble down to the ground. He doesn't stop, doesn’t ask either, but neither does she.

“This is dumb.” She whispers, but fondly, there’s no regret in her voice, just heavy breathing.

“Yeah. Do you want to stop?” He asks, but he hopes she doesn’t.

“No.”

His lips find hers again, and then her jaw, her neck, even her collarbone gets a turn, and eventually, he finds his way to her stomach, still kissing every bit of skin he can find sloppily. It makes Honey giggle, not what he was going for, but it’s just such an honest sound he can’t help but giggle too. It’s probably the alcohol that’s flooded his mind, maybe the sudden realisation of ‘shit we just … did that and it wasn’t weird at all, what the hell is going on.’ that’s polluting their senses with impulses to just laugh, though neither of them really mind. he just listens to her laugh with his head pressed into her stomach, it's a funny sound, as she’s still sort of on the floor and there’s a slope and all. he doesn’t want to get up, he’s far too comfortable now, but honey’s pushing him away to reach for the bottle and he pouts at her, so to make up for it she gives him the bottle first.

The whole situation may be strange, it doesn’t change much over the evening, they go from making out to dancing and making bad jokes and more drinking, it’s all just a way to pass time, they tell themselves, but Roger’s not sure. Not that he can be sure of anything right now, the moment he tries to stand up he practically falls right back down from the drunken dizziness, but still. He knows her, he thinks, he knows himself at least, and even though he does know tomorrow probably everything will change, he’s still a fool to hope it won't. Or maybe he does. It’s all so unclear, his mind’s fuzzy and yet he’s trying to look through it anyway.

Honey doesn’t seem to care about anything, or maybe she does, though she might be too far gone into her afternoon drunkenness for that now. She just lies on the floor, the same floor he just kissed her on, smoking a cigarette and staring into the watermarks on the ceiling like Brian stares into his telescope, while her thoughts swirl along with the smoke into the sky. He can’t imagine what’s she’s seeing, it must be out of this world, the grin on her face reveals nothing and shows everything. Maybe about space, she’s just like space. space, that thing brian was obsessed with. She's like a star, like a sun. He thought she was a moon but the moon wasn’t mysterious anymore. The sun is much more like her, what do we even know about the sun? She’s fiery, dangerous. She shines light on things that should be left in the dark. She shines and makes people happy but she brings death and drought when she wants. Honey’s exactly like the sun. He had a million names for her, sunny, fallen angel, bee, but he didn’t know her real name, and he probably wouldn’t ever. He debated if he was drunk, he felt much more high, his mind was spiralling into places he didn’t know existed, feelings and senses and things he’s never felt or sensed or seen before. And all that just because he kissed a girl.

He couldn’t wait to do it again.

#honey woodrow #bohemian rhapsody #honey x roger #roger x honey #roger taylor x oc #ben hardy!roger taylor x oc #idk what else to think kf lol #sweet like honey

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 121: New Semester

Previously on BnHA: After an intense shounen throwdown, Kacchan emerged victorious. Then All Might showed up and revealed he had been spying on them. He explained to Katsuki why he chose Deku to inherit his quirk, and told him what happened at Kamino wasn’t Katsuki’s fault. Then he gave him a mini hug, no big deal, I didn’t cry or anything. Anyway, he told Deku and Katsuki that heroes need to have Katsuki’s strength and Deku’s spirit both. And he told them that if they could recognize each other and raise each other up, they would both become the best heroes. At this point that was more than good enough for me, but then to cap it all off, Kacchan was officially inducted into the Club of People Who Know Deku’s Secret, and the circle of trust was expanded. Ugh, this whole little mini-arc has been incredible. Where do we even go from here.

Today on BnHA: All Might lets Kacchan in on The Whole Deal with All for One and all that stuff. Kacchan and Deku become Official Rivals™. Aizawa grounds them and sends them off to bed. The next morning the rest of class 1-A (i.e. the actual good kids who don’t cause trouble and don’t sneak out to beat the living shit out of each other in the middle of the night) heads off to the opening ceremony for the new term. Kacchan and Deku have an actual conversation with no shouting and no crying and no one is getting punched or dying or whatnot! It’s less than ten sentences long but MY GOD PEOPLE IT’S A START. Class 1-B shows up for two seconds to remind everyone that they still exist. Rat Principal gives a long and boring speech and mentions the word “successors” exactly once. All Might is all, “successors, eh?” and has a flashback to when he was first hired by U.A. prior to meeting Deku, and Rat Principal was all “hey we got someone for you here.” WHO COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS PERSON BE.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 151 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

I wonder if I’m emotionally prepared to continue this shit. well here goes

haHA WE’RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SCENE OMG. IT’S STILL GOING. SURE, WHY NOT. I LOVE IT, LET’S CONTINUE

All Might says he’s sorry Bakugou ended up learning his secret. not in a “why does this asshole know” way, but in a “that’s a huge burden to have been carrying” way

so basically All Might understands how heavy that was for him along with everything else, so he’s apologizing

Kacchan says it’s no big and it’s too risky to tell anyone else anyway. yeah no shit

OH MY GOD

HE’S GETTING THE SAME TREATMENT AS DEKU. THE FULL STORY ABOUT ALL MIGHT AND ALL FOR ONE

which, yeah. seeing as Kacchan actually met All for One face-to-face, he knows about that part of it even more intimately than Deku

and also if he understands the whole thing and knows how long it’s been going on, it might ease some of his lingering guilt just a bit more. because All Might’s right, it really was something that was going to happen eventually no matter what

you guys I’m just really enjoying Kacchan being part of the inner circle so much. this means he gets to be in on all important plot-related things from here on out. because you can’t very well trust him with this and then not keep him in the loop moving forward

(ETA: although I’d like them to do a better job of this! granted I’m still like 60 chapters behind, so they might have caught him up on the specific thing I’m thinking of by this point. but if not, I’m officially launching Keep Kacchan in the Loop 2019 dammit. who do I need to get in touch with. what’s Horikoshi’s email)

anyway, obviously they’re not showing the whole scene because IT WOULD TAKE SO MUCH TIME!! but please show me Kacchan’s reaction now

okay good they’re showing it

lol now that he knows, he’s even more annoyed that Deku went and blabbed to him on their second fucking day of school lmao

(ETA: to be fair, it’s only because he went and challenged Deku and practically blew him up and then had a meltdown after. on their second day. and now we have this shit happening at the start of their second term. they still have two more terms and then two more years of this. will they survive?? will we survive?! stay tuned!!)

and All Might’s telling Kacchan again -- because yeah, he already did, but this is important for him to understand -- that it wasn’t his fault

and obviously words alone can’t make that kind of feeling go away completely. but he understands it in full now and knows the whole story, and to hear All Might tell him so firmly should help a lot

and now there’s a character development moment happening! no big. it’s just Bakugou having possibly the single most important and defining moment in his life which is going to change his entire course from here on out haha. it’s cool. I’m cool

(ETA: even higher. implying that Deku is now the one to beat. the goal post. the watermark. just casually acknowledging it. “chosen one.” no bitterness, no jealousy, and no underestimating him or chalking him down as not worthy either. even as he declares that he’s going to surpass him, he simultaneously recognizes that Deku is still going to be right up there with him at the top. of course. he’s the one All Might chose. how could he not be.

yeah, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna bask in this moment for just a sec. I fucking love rivals, guys. I really, really do.)

how fucking great is this. how fucking perfect is this. they hashed everything out and it didn’t wreck their dynamic or make it stale or boring. on the contrary, it now has more potential than ever before. they’re still rivals. they’ll still push themselves to become better while setting each other as the benchmark. and thus pushing each other to become better as well. but the confusion and hostility and resentment is gone. this is healthy rivalry. they’re not going to all of a sudden become buddy-buddy, but they understand each other now, and there’s a balance there that was missing before

YOU SEE, THEY CAN STILL SQUABBLE AND ANNOY EACH OTHER. but it’s so much purer now

THANK YOU ALL MIGHT. THE REAL MVP

can I just say, in hindsight, Kacchan’s emotions were going to come bursting out of him at some point no matter what. you could see during the fight how hard he was struggling to control them and to clamp back down on them, but he kept losing that battle and breaking down. but All Might is the reason he and Deku were able to resolve things so calmly and healthily in the end. he took full advantage of the fact that they both respect him so much lol. he’s such a good dad and I want him to take both of these kids out for ice cream

-- oh my god

speaking of good dads

well actually this one’s more of a mom

children you’ve interrupted this man’s beauty sleep and I’m afraid you must pay

also

can we just stop and appreciate it for a little bit. why does his hair look better in his off hours than it fucking does at work, honestly. were you just bored and wanting a change of pace. I guess it doesn’t really matter does it

does Aizawa’s ponytail have a fanclub you guys. asking for a friend

All Might’s telling him to hold up a sec and that it was his fault! wow taking one for the team

also can we take another moment and appreciate how fucking cute lil Deku and Kacchan are, being sat down and scolded like the troublemakers they are

now we’re having a quick flashback to All Might meeting Aizawa outside

Aizawa’s telling him about the fight, and All Might is all “I think I know what’s going on, can you leave it to me?”

and yes, just a reminder that even though Aizawa always seems to know everything, and even though he’s a trustworthy guy, he doesn’t actually know about One for All (even though I’d argue that he should, since Deku is his student too)

so now he’s confused and asking what this has to do with All Might, and

I fucking love so much that Kacchan gets to be a part of these moments now omfg

good thing All Might is a smooth fucking operator

fucking look at this master at work, though? he sticks to the truth enough to keep the whole thing plausible, and manages to let Aizawa in on the fact that Bakugou’s mental health has been shaky lately, so now he knows about it too and can be on the alert for it if it becomes an issue again. and he even helps make it so the boys will hopefully be in less trouble

so Aizawa looks a bit more understanding now (but like. still Aizawa though), but he says “nonetheless, rules are rules” and that he’ll dole out an appropriate punishment

fifty points from Gryffindor. but at least he won’t fucking expel them lol

who do you fucking think

Kacchan’s owning up to it because he’s a good, honest boy who owns up to his shit and doesn’t try to weasel out

and Deku is also just such a good fucking kid because he immediately adds that he fought back. yeah, after about a whole chapter’s worth of Kacchan diving at you trying to blow you up, and only after he broke down and started fucking crying and you realized it was a therapy fight

anyways. so they’re grounded

TWELVE YEARS DUNGEON. EVERYONE, DUNGEON. SEVEN YEARS, NO TRIALS

lmao this is why he’s the mom. the strict disciplinarian these kids fucking need

I want to read Bakugou’s written statement of regret so bad

(ETA: I imagine it being a single page with giant font containing only two words: “I REGRET.” he feels it’s sufficient. Aizawa just stares for a moment after Kacchan hands it to him. and then he just shrugs and he’s like, “eh. okay.”)

Aizawa’s also yelling at them to go to the infirmary if they need to. because yeah they beat the living fuck out of each other. Bakugou’s face got folded in on itself, and he slammed Deku into the concrete from like three stories up lmao

buuut, he says to “heal your selfish injuries by yourselves” and not to bother Recovery Girl. yeah as if they want to be chewed out by anyone else tonight

what are you going to do with these kids I swear. omgggg I love this

so now it’s morning and news spreads fast

lollll I love it!! so much!! the best!

GIRL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. IT WAS A WHOLE THING. BUT LONG STORY SHORT, YES

Deku says... it’s hard to put into words. ffff

now Iida’s telling them off. because he also thinks he is their dad. poor BakuDeku dealing with dads scolding them left and right

Shouto’s asking Bakugou what he’s going to do about the provisional license supplementary lessons and Bakugou says it’s none of his business. sorry for caring

but really Shouto don’t worry. he just likes to go about his character development the hard way is all

so now everyone’s leaving

AND WE’RE STICKING WITH THESE GUYS

I have no idea what’s going to happen but I’m loving it so much

BAKUGOU IS INITIATING CONVERSATION!?!?!?!

(ETA: nope, Mangastream got it wrong. it should be Deku asking Kacchan what he thought of his shoot style. I would have just posted FA’s scan here instead, but then my reaction wouldn’t have made sense)

NO I DON’T KNOW, WHAT ABOUT HIS SHOOT STYLE

there’s a really long pause, which it turns out it just Bakugou not knowing how to do this without being awkward about it

nothing to see here, just Bakugou fucking Katsuki giving free advice to his rivalfriend Deku because they have a healthy rival relationship. just a little thing we like to call Character Development. it’s how we do things here in BnHA. we develop our fucking characters

so Deku’s asking him about it, and Kacchan’s like, ‘how can I make sure this is still surly’

heeeeee

:))))

(ETA: and now I am going to post the correct translation though because I love this part.

:))))))))))))

I now have a headcanon of Kacchan following through on his vow to adopt Deku’s “observe everyone else and learn from them in order to get stronger” philosophy by starting his own stalker notebook (in secret. obviously. no one can ever know). because if it works for Deku then he should at least try it, goddammit. only his notebook doesn’t work at all because his observations mostly consist of things like “fuck this asshole” and “her quirk is such bullshit” and “when he punches it pisses me off.” one day the others find it and they’re just like “holy shit Bakugou I can’t believe you have a burn book.”)

I expect we’re going to see a lot of the back of Bakugou’s head during these moments in the future lol. I don’t mind. LET HIM KEEP HIS DIGNITY

so now we’re cutting to U.A.

they’re heading to one of the training grounds and Iida is telling everyone to move swiftly and DON’T BREAK THE LINE!!!

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH

(ETA: he wakes up at night in a cold sweat thinking about this)

ah, interesting. Ochako says Aizawa wasn’t at the entrance ceremony either

(ETA: so far this doesn’t seem to be plot related that I can recall, so I’m going to assume he just wanted to skip out on the boring speeches and have a nap instead)

here comes Monoma. I was wondering when he would hear this news

what are the odds he failed his own damn self

lol Kirishima’s asking the same thing

but Monoma’s laughing

oh snap

oh yeah!? well! our kids had character development! so

lmao Todoroki can’t handle the shame

HE’S LET YOU ALL DOWN

oh my god finally it’s that pony girl from before! I definitely looked at those bonus pages too soon lol

she has a weird accent. it’s cause she’s American, I remember that from her bio

anyway she says that their two classes will have a class together during second semester. like a one-time thing? or like a regular class. because that’ll be nuts

(ETA: I think that maybe this is either happening right now in the manga or just wrapped up, because I feel like there was a lot of class B stuff making the rounds on tumblr over the past couple of months)

Monoma’s whispering something to her

omg

NO DON’T STOP. TEACH HER MORE

oh shit look who it is!!!

Sero says he seems a little “rougher” now. does he? idk

he should have been put in the hero course after the sports festival. and since they’re showing him again and it’s the start of a new semester, can I dare to hope that they’re about to rectify that?

so all the students are lined up for the opening ceremony, and the Rat Principal (whose name I finally memorized in spite of my best efforts. but to me he’ll always still be Rat Principal, so there, Nezu) is waving at everyone

he’s rambling on about how everyone needs proper sleep. wow what a captivating speech

this is followed by a page of All Might and Thirteen, which I’m going to post because it does a great job of showing something I was trying not to get too excited about during the BakuDeku fight

namely, the fact that All Might has finally, FINALLY started wearing clothes that actually fit him omgggg

and the fitted shirt/vest/rolled-up sleeves combo looks damn good on him, I gotta say

anyway, so yet again an authority figure is lecturing everyone about the effects of All Might’s absence and how they’re going to face great difficulties moving forward

honestly, by this point they fucking get it. we all get it. shit’s tough

he’s mentioning hero internships that the second and third-year students are engaged in, and I figured it was just more of the same that the first-years did in the previous semester. but Mina and Tsuyu are whispering to each other, and it seems like they don’t know what this is about, so that’s interesting. maybe they do longer internships in the second and third years since they have their provisional licenses by that point

Rat Principal is still talking. I’ll just post the rest of the speech so I don’t have to paraphrase it

yes, everyone is very invested in making sure the new generation of heroes is prepared for the new post-All Might society. it’s great, but we covered this exact same thing less than ten chapters ago at the end of the provisional exam arc. so this is kind of a retread now

now RP is finally stepping down from the podium and bragging about how he kept thing short and sweet. ahaha. funny. jokes

and All Might is reflecting on RP’s use of the word “successors”

and remembering what Bakugou said to Deku the previous night

and he’s flashing back to, I guess, his job interview with RP when he agreed to come teach at U.A.

flashback!RP is sliding a piece of paper toward All Might

and now All Might’s thinking that U.A. used to contact him every once in a while regarding his search for a successor

oh my god

I’m almost positive that this is the guy with wings that I’ve seen in fanart and shit. oh my god

(ETA: lmao it is not. however, now I’m for reals almost positive that I’ve been spoiled on who the wings guy is, which was bound to happen since it’s been two and a half months since I read this chapter, and I’ve only gotten 30 chapters further in that entire time. and also because once I caught up with the anime I gave in and started reading fanfic. so basically I have only myself to blame)

so Rat Principal thought this guy was worthy of being All Might’s successor, huh. well, he might not be wrong about that. in fact, even though Deku is officially the one who inherited One for All, I’m gradually becoming more and more certain that the next “Symbol of Peace” won’t be a single hero at all, but rather multiple individuals, and possibly a whole new generation. but at the very least, I envision Deku and Kacchan being at the top together, the same way Batman and Superman lead the Justice League and Iron Man and Captain America lead the Avengers. and I can just see the other students from U.A. forming a team just like that, and that team being the new Symbol of Peace that keeps evil at bay and brings hope to the world

so yeah. successors. a whole lot of them. at least I hope so

haha and that’s the end of the chapter but I guess we have to skip the bonus content since I already posted it! Tsunotori Pony, who has horns similar to Mina and seems to have nothing to actually do with ponies whatsoever, and who is from America. and is adorable

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Forget Me Not

Warning » lots of fluff

Synapse » You're a university student struggling to pay rent and decide to enjoy the cool spring weather in the woods . Little do you know, you aren't alone in the same plan.

Forget- me- not is a wild flower that grows all round the year, almost. It's small yet not at all delicate. Just as the name suggests, it signifies a relationship that lasts forever. A hope that you never forget them, and keep them in your heart.

It was spring after all, the birds singing cheerily, looking for their mates; bunnies hopping around gleefully, and trees in full bloom. The fragrance from the flowers as it filtered through the open window made me inhale deeply. It was heavenly. Yawning and stretching my muscles, I opened the curtains and closed my eyes, feeling the warm sun dance across my skin. A low rumble interrupted my morning date with the sun. Pouting, I rubbed my complaining tummy and headed to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches, coffee and some fruit. That should make for a good meal.

My apartment was tiny, me being still just a student, this was the best I could afford. A bedroom, with a bathroom attached, a tiny kitchen to the side and the hall that connected the foyer to the kitchen and bedroom. The only source of entertainment was the woods close by, the internet and my second-hand laptop.

I loved to cook and had a blog about it with about a hundred subscribers. A particular subscriber by the name 'pinkmochi' loved my posts and often sent requests and little gifts. He was my favorite and I always waited for his comments after every update.

Opening the fridge to a wide colorful assortment of veggies and fruits, I forgot why I even opened the fridge in the first place. Picking a strawberry and plopping it in my mouth, I closed the door and stared at it for a minute. Oh! Right. Sandwiches.

Picking out cucumbers, dill, cherry tomatoes, potatoes, Turkey, ham and mayonnaise I closed the door once again, with my butt, since both my hands were full to the brim. Now the task was to get these to the counter safely. Quite the Herculean task if you asked me.

Stumbling over the little carpet by the door, I made it to the kitchen counter and carefully placed all the ingredients, preparing for a hefty brunch.

Some strawberry lemonade, six kinds of sandwiches, two slices of cheesecake and a bunch of juicy grapes. I was set to eat.

Just then, a lark sat on my kitchen windowsill, singing beautifully and when another joined, they flew away together. I wished to be in the wilderness too, maybe with a certain someone who would keep me company, make my heart race and my lips constantly smile. Deciding now is better than never, I started looking for things I'd need out in the woods.

It's not every day you get such an amazing weather. Picking up a basket, I set everything into order inside it, added some plastic cutlery and plates to the mix. A camera, my laptop, a blanket and an umbrella, just in case, and I was set to go.

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Setting up the blanket neatly, I decided to set the things prettily on it and take a picture. After four shots that didn't come out as pretty, a cute cat came and sat on my picnic while I was focused on my laptop editing the picture. She was beautiful and healthy. A white cat with yellow patches, I just wanted to cuddle up to her.

Should I..? But what if she ran away? I then decided to take a picture of her as the model. Taking a few steps behind, I snapped a picture of her sniffing the grapes on display. This was just perfect! I didn't waste a minute and instantly jumped into my blanket, making the cat screech and jump a meter away. Oops.

"I'm sorry. Here, you can have the cheese slice." Opening the turkey sandwich, I slid out the cheese slice from within and handed it to her on a plate. Slowly, she tilted her head to the side and sniffed the air, her whiskers vibrating. Swishing her tail side to side, she jumped on the blanket and bit the cheese.

Carrying it to the edge of the blanket in hurried backward steps, she turned to the side, eyeing me up warily and started nibbling on the cheese. "Don't worry missy, I won't steal from you." I raised my hands in surrender. I had enough food to last the whole day. I definitely won't.

"Mreow", with that, we continued living in peace. For now. I still wanted to hug her though. Pouting, I shrugged. Maybe one day, she will let me.

Picking up my laptop again, I connected the camera to it, this picture didn't even need retouching. I decided to just add my watermark and post it on it my blog while taking tentative bites of the turkey sandwich, just without the cheese slice. It still tasted delicious.

'An assortment of sandwiches brings kittys to the yard'

As soon as I had posted it, I received a comment from pinkmochi.

Is that my cat? I thought I lost her! Where are you? Weird. We were from the same area? He was here? No... couldn't be. I doubt it. Maybe the cat was lost for days? And wandered in here. Or he could have come this far on a trip to the woods. Boys tended to do that. Just then my laptop pinged with a new notification. It was from him once again.

I think she didn't go too far, the trees behind look similar, can you respond if you hear my voice, please, don't let her run away. Wow. He was fast. And he was here. What do I do? Do I even look presentable? A pale blue top and white shorts, I guess I was okay.

No. Stay where you are. I'll find you. I'm used to these woods.

There. That should do it. Turning off my laptop, I jumped up, dusting my pants. The cat got startled and started backing away slowly with her tail high up and ears pushed back. The cheese slice, half eaten, lay on the grass. One step forward, and she bolted.

I followed her in a slow jog. She'll surely return to wherever her owner was. Whoever he was, must have been very worried. From what I knew, he was a gentle soul.

After every few steps, she would stop and look back, as if she wanted me to follow her. Strange. Shrugging it off, I slowed down my jog to a fast-paced walk.

Soon the dense woods thinned out to bushes and shrubs, and I could faintly make out the heads of seven boys. Wow. Okay. Danger.

At the crunch of a branch under my feet, I stood still. Wide-eyed, windblown hair, scratches on my arms. I must have been quite the sight to see.

As if on a tune, every single eye turned to where I stood. Raising my hand, I waved at the boys. Oh. I knew them. They were all over the news lately. Really talented, had music for all sorts of ages and genres. They were exceptional and the world liked that about them. The bulletproof boys. Me? I was too broke and relied on internet.

A movement from beside me, caught Jimin's eyes and he lurched forward, "Sun-hee, why'd you run away?" The cat leaped into his waiting arms and I cooed at the adorable sight. I wasn't alone, the rest of the boys, heaved a sigh of relief as Jimin finally found his lost feline.

Wait... this cat belonged to pinkmochi, does that mean... Jimin was pinkmochi?!? Shocked at the new revelation, I backed away a couple steps and turned around to leave. It's better if I don't get involved. I'm a nobody anyway, not to mention, I left all my food at the picnic I set up before, in the middle of these woods. What if it got stolen by other animals?

Walking at a faster pace, bending and curving around lower branches, I was a woman on a mission. A very hungry mission that ended with me blissfully full of sandwiches and iced drinks. Hearing some muted footsteps behind me, I stopped alerted. Surely, I wasn't just hearing things?

Instead of turning around, I bolted from the spot, running in zig zags. I had read online, it confused wild animals from chasing you if you didn't follow a straight path.

But, somehow, instead of losing them, whatever they were, it gained speed behind me and had started to sound more humane like. Panting heavily, with sweat running down my back and neck and heart about to leap out of chest, I stopped as I almost reached my own picnic.

Oh no. I brought the enemy to the holy food. Hearing the same heavy panting behind me, I turned around slowly, by heart almost leaping out of my chest, it was beating so fast. Hands fisted by my chest, my eyes frantically looked for any possible weapon and coming up short. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and completely turned around.

It was now or never. Opening my eyes, I gasped out loud to see the seven gorgeous boys leaning on the trees and trying to catch their breath. So much for me giving them space on their vacation. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you follow me?" I asked softly, scared my voice would give away how nervous I was in front of them.

"We got lost hiking up the hills early this morning and ended up in the woods. Jimin thought the cat would lead us to food and water and let her run, but it actually ran away." Jin, the guy with a calm expression but chaotic hand gestures glared at the cat.

"And it actually ran away, like I predicted. Well, it did find food for itself." Suga quipped from behind, slumped under a tree with his head resting over the palm of his left hand. He looked bored out of his mind, or maybe tired. At my puzzled expression, he pointed towards my picnic I had set up earlier, spread out prettily behind me, with his chin.

Feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I looked down at my feet, covered in dried up mud on all stars. " Would you guys like some lemonade and sandwiches? I have some spare." I mumbled slowly. When I don't hear any response, I looked up to find the boys gone.

Was it all my imagination?

Maybe the heat was getting to me. It was almost noon, the sun beating down on my back. That's when I heard the crunch of papers being unwrapped. Startled with wide eyes, expecting to find a bear on my picnic, I turned around to see Jimin looking sheepish with a mouth full of cheesecake that Jin fed him.

Jimin sat in the far right with Yoongi and Jungkook on both of his sides. Then there was RM, Jin, Jhope, and Taehyung on the left. Well, that explains not answering. They were hungry and thirsty after all, since they had been lost all morning, going everywhere and arriving nowhere.

I went to sit beside Jungkook, since he seemed calmest of the bunch, focusing only on the turkey sandwich and eating it as if it were his last meal.

I was almost close enough to sit down when Jimin pulled on my arm and made me sit next to him, almost on his lap. Yoongi hissed from beside him, on our sudden movement and the whole crew laughed aloud, making the two of us sport matching red cheeks.

"You're cute when you blush" whispered Jimin from beside me, making my cheeks burn hotter. Turning to him with a sharp glare, I replied. "At least I don't call myself 'pinkmochi'"

His eyes widened at the retort and he sputtered on his lemonade jar. Hitting his shoulder to ease his choking, my eyes met Suga's amused ones. He winked at me and turned to the other boys. "I think it's time we introduced ourselves.I'm Yoongi."

"Jungkook"

"Taehyung"

"I'm your hope, Hosoek"

"Namjoon"

"I'm the most handsome, and the best cook, we should share recipes! Oh! And I'm Jin and that's Jimin beside you." With that, they all smiled brightly at me.

"I'm Y/N., nice to meet you all. I do enjoy some of your music. It's all so unique, so inspiring!" I said enthusiastically. Well, I hoped I did. They were indeed incredible. And that's when Jimin had calmed down from his coughing fit. Smiling softly, I handed him some grapes to munch on since most of the sandwiches were now gone.

"Thanks Y/N. You know, we are a fan of yours too. We love your recipes!! And I even tried some of your easiest ones." Jimin said proudly with rounded cheeks as he was stuffing grapes into his tiny mouth. He was just as adorable as a chipmunk. "Yeah! Your desserts are the best." Seokjin nodded in agreement from beside Taehyung opposite us, who looked at Jimin and then at me, weirdly. Jimin taking the hint, got a handful of grapes and tried feeding me.

Flabbergasted, I opened my mouth and let him push three grapes past my lips at the same time. Satisfied, he smiled back and smirked at Tae. "Aw, look at the cute couple!" Cooed Namjoon in front us, making me hide my blush face into Jimin's hoodie. He smelled so good. Something citrusy with floral undertones.

"Are you sniffing me, Y/N?" Whispered Jimin from above my head teasingly. Mortified at being caught red-handed, I jerked away from him, wide-eyed. Patting my head, he looked at me fondly while I turned my head smiled at the grapes shyly. This was all too much!

"Okay guys, I think we should head out. Jimin, you should accompany her to her home, the clouds are gathering, it might rain." Nodding, Jimin took a deep breath. RM, Jungkook and Hosoek stood up and started walking in the direction of my appartment grumbling about themselves. Taehyung And Jin seemed to smile conspiratorily towards Jimin , before getting up and joining them followed by Suga.

“Do you guys even know the way?" I hollered behind them. What if they got lost again? Shouldn't I be the one to show them the way? "I can hear cars from here, I'm sure the highway is close by. And we have phones, it's okay" Declared Hosoek waving at me with a bright smile.

"Thanks for the food, Y/N, come to visit us sometime!" Jungkook hollered from far ahead of the group. Waving at the boys, I turned to Jimin bashfully. "Why'd you stay behind? It's definitely not going to rain soon."

"That was just an excuse. I never had the courage to meet you in real life, I'm thankful today, you came to me." He said with a slight smile, raising his hand, he swiped my hair behind my ears. "You're so much more beautiful in real life." His hand lingered in my hair and then he caressed my ears, finally cupping my cheek. I leaned into his Palm. It felt so soft and warm.

"Th-thanks, you too." I stuttered out softly, unable to look into his intense eyes anymore. He was too close. It was a miracle I hadn't passed out from the way the blood was rushing through my veins, my legs trembling. Hearing him chuckle softly, I was mortified. He thinks I'm silly, doesn't he? An idiot, a dunce, that's what.

Stepping back, I started piling up the plates and cutlery. Wrapping up the leftover food and placing them in the basket in a daze. I just had to react like every fangirling out there. Even though he might have meant what he said about me being pretty, but that doesn't mean he likes me! Folding up my blanket neatly, I collected everything and nodded to myself.

Looking behind me, I saw Jimin cuddling up Sun-hee with a soft smile that made me want to squish his cheeks and join in the cuddle fest. How can I not react like a fangirl when he was this cute, cuddly bean half the time, and a man after my heart the rest of the time? I wanted to get to know him, the real him, before assuming things and judging him. That wasn't me. I shouldn't do that.

"Let's go home, then." With that, I took his hand and intertwined our fingers. His hand was quite soft and warm, his fingers lean and only a tad bit bigger than my own. Hand in hand, we walked the rest of the way to my apartment. Sun-hee walking behind us leisurely, Jimin took the food basket from my hands' and left me to only carry the blanket and the laptop bag.

Smiling gratefully, I knocked shoulders with him. Soon enough, we reached my apartment. The five minutes of walk, we were silent, yet it felt so exhilarating and warm. It wasn't just the sun, it was his presence. He was warm, and comforting, I liked being around him. I didn't want him to leave yet. But I knew the boys were waiting for him.

"So... it's time for me to go. It was nice to get to see you in person." I said looking him into his eyes. They were a mesmerizing shade of caramel, shining as if the whole galaxy was hiding in its depth. Scratching behind his head, he smiled faintly.

"Me too, I'll miss you. Here."He handed me a loosely tied bouquet of forget-me-nots. They looked so pretty. But... "When did you even get these?" I asked astonished.

"When you were packing up. I didn't want to leave without giving you something to remember me by." He said with a bright smile as I accepted the flowers, smelling it's sweet aroma.

"They're beautiful, thank you." "Now that I know where you live, I'll drop by again soon. Don't forget me, Y/N!" With that cheeky comment, he bent forward and kissed my cheek. Instantly making me squeak in surprise and hold my cheek in awe. He then turned around and jogged across the street where the boys were standing in a group leaning against a black van hollering and cheering him.

I hadn't even noticed them waiting for us across the street! Waving at them goodbye, I kissed the flowers in my hand. "I definitely won't ever forget you, Jiminnie"

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