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Link's Awakening DX (Review)

-Part 1: My History with the Series-

So, let's start with a bit of background. Before this year, I had never finished a Zelda game, or even played one for longer than an hour or two. I remember watching my dad play through the entirety of Ocarina of Time when I was a little kid, and I have hazy memories of trying out Wind Waker, Minish Cap and Majora's Mask. But for some reason, Zelda as a franchise never quite caught on with me. I had a mild interest and appreciation for the series from a distance, but certain aspects of the gameplay turned me off growing up. As a kid who loved platformers and Metroidvanias where fluidity of movement is vitally important, playing as Link in those games just felt awkward - he couldn't jump, he was sluggishly slow, it seemed as if you had to constantly go into your inventory to switch out items, and a lot of the puzzly elements felt obtuse, unintuitive, and dragged the pace even further to a crawl. For me it left the impression that Zelda simply wasn't a series I could enjoy playing.

As I got older, though, I can see how that may have changed. I got into more games where puzzles play a central role, like Portal and the Silent Hill series. In fact, Silent Hill's methodical lock-and-key based exploration isn't entirely dissimilar to Zelda's dungeon crawling! And a couple of my favorite games I've played in the past few years owe a massive debt to Zelda, wearing the influence proudly on their sleeves. The first, Nier Replicant, is structurally, narratively, and to some extent mechanically a twisted homage to Ocarina of Time. And my game of the year for 2022 (which I also reviewed!) is a little indie title named Tunic, which could not be more open in its reverence for Zelda if it tried.

My love for these two games, combined with my love for all the friends I have who've been pushing me to play some Zelda for ages now, is what finally got me excited enough to try Link's Awakening DX for the Game Boy Color.

-Part 2: In the Shadow of a Masterpiece-

Awakening is an odd little game and I'm coming at it from an odd place, too. You see, I started playing it a couple months ago, cleared six out of eight dungeons, got forcibly sidetracked by a heap of real life stuff, then two or three weeks ago I started on a different Zelda game that came before it, A Link to the Past, which I've now played, replayed, and even dipped into randomizer runs before finally coming back and finishing my Link's Awakening playthrough.

And I'm glad I did, because it threw into perspective just how much Awakening lives in the shadow of ALttP. It's a smaller entry on more limited hardware that serves as the follow up to a certified classic that laid the groundwork for decades of subsequent Zeldas and Zelda-likes to come. ALttP has not one but two sprawling overworlds that work in tandem with each other, and it marries exquisite combat scenarios with a strong puzzle solving element and an item based progression system reminiscent of Metroid. The items themselves are tremendously fun and addictive to use (the Pegasus Boots, the Hookshot, the Fire Rod, etc), with almost every piece of your eventual loadout remaining useful and serving an essential purpose in combat scenarios as well as exploration. A Link to the Past is jaw droppingly expansive yet compact, a tour de force of world and dungeon design where every piece fits perfectly in its place.

So why am I reviewing Link's Awakening instead, when it's a significantly weaker experience that never stood a chance against its wildly successful older brother? Well, for one thing, it's because there isn't much more I could say about ALttP that hasn't already been said better by other people, and I'd just keep gushing about how great is it for sixty paragraphs. And that's boring!! I'd rather talk to ya'll about a flawed, dinky little weirdo game that not as many people have played and celebrated.

And yes, I know there's a 2019 Switch remake of this game that rebuilds it from the ground up with new graphics and music, a better button layout, and even more secrets to find. (I've already dubbed it Link's Remakening when chatting with my friends.) But it was important to me to experience this game in an older form first to better appreciate its place in history and how that remake chooses to "modernize" it when I inevitably get around to playing that too. And hey, I think the way the best Game Boy titles made the most of their hardware is pretty neat! I find the "dated" graphics charming and it features a trio of composers that made excellent use of the sound chip, among them a brilliant lady named Minako Hamano, of Super Metroid and Metroid Fusion fame...or at least I wish she'd receive more fame and credit.

Because damn, when you first boot this game up you're hit with a stormy screen and a hauntingly foreboding piece of music, depicting Link on a raggedy little boat struggling to stay afloat in a violent sea that looks poised to swallow him whole. Then a strike of lightning comes down, the screen flashes, and we transition to a tranquil beachside while a far more mellow track plays. We see a lone girl walk down the shore to find an unconscious Link washed up on the sand. Then the camera pans up while the iconic Zelda theme kicks in and we see a distant mountain with a giant egg and a ring of clouds at its peak, as the title of the game appears at the top of the screen just like in the image I opened this review with.

-Part 3: An Island of Dreams-

This moody little intro immediately sets the tone and feel for Link's Awakening as a whole. It's a surreal, melancholy, dreamlike little game that appeals to the player's emotions through sound, subtle character moments, and imagery that will stay with you. While Awakening draws inspiration from ALttP in many respects, it also pulls away from it by telling a more intimate and personal story than the monomythic quest to save Hyrule.

That girl in the intro who rescues Link is named Marin, and the game proper begins with Link awakening (hehe) in her house. Her dad, Tarin, gives you back your shield and the two of them let you know that you're on Koholint Island and your sword should still be sitting around the beach somewhere.

Because Link is effectively you, the player, the game is trying to make you feel a couple things here. It wants you to like and care about Marin and her dad, so it has them be as nice and helpful to you as possible. And by extension, knowing there are monsters threatening them and their village gives you a reason to wanna protect this place in addition to solving whatever mysteries you may find here.

Awakening, you see, puts a lot of love and effort into its setting and NPCs. By injecting more flavor, sensitivity and humanity, with a cast of quirky oddballs, it left its mark on the Zelda series in a way that's still felt today. It even has an item trading sidequest that has you going around the entire island talking to people! And while most of the sidequest isn't mandatory, completing it is necessary to get an item that for most players will be needed to finish the game. In other words, Awakening really pushes you to get to know Koholint and its inhabitants, and hopefully grow to care for them and feel the weight of your main quest's consequences.

That main quest, as it turns out, is to wake the Wind Fish that slumbers in the enormous egg atop Mount Tamaranch at the north end of the world map. This requires collecting instruments from each of the eight dungeons scattered across the island...so let's talk about those dungeons.

-Part 4: Into the Labyrinth-

To reach most of them, you'll first need to explore the overworld and complete some random, often pretty strange tasks to find a key that will open the way to the dungeon. For instance, getting to Eagle's Tower requires you to bring a stone rooster to life and fly it across gaping chasms you couldn't cross with just the Hookshot. It's pretty weird.

The dungeons themselves deviate and elaborate on the structure used in ALttP in a few ways. Instead of finding a "big key" that gives you access to a "big chest" and unlocks the rest of the dungeon, more emphasis is placed on the central upgrade you find halfway through. The first leg of a dungeon typically has you wandering around, hitting lots of dead ends until you finally get your hands on the new item and suddenly the rest of the dungeon will open up for you, because now you can complete the environmental puzzles necessary to push further in. Likewise, where bosses in ALttP presented challenges mainly for you to resolve with your sword, bow or fire rod, the bosses in Awakening almost all demand that you use your shiny new upgrade as the means to defeat them, like the genie in Bottle Grotto whose bottle you need to toss at the wall with your new Power Bracelet. In some ways this creates for more gimmicky boss design, and most of them are pathetically easy compared to the genuine adversity ALttP throws at you, but it's an approach that allows each dungeon to more clearly identify with its central item. And I'm told that becomes the norm in future Zeldas!

This upgrade-driven progression also speaks to an overall shift more into the Metroidvania lane for Awakening. The fact that the game takes place in a smaller, tightly knit map full of roadblocks you'll need to use your full item kit to bypass contributes to this as well, with new shortcuts opening up as you go. And it's a good thing the overworld is pretty small compared to ALttP, because the screen size is also painfully tiny and thus so is your view of the immediate surroundings. With all the pauses for screen scrolling it has to do, it's good that the game doesn't bite off more than it can chew and for the most part avoids being too difficult to navigate (though I still got lost and turned around more times than I'd like).

And I gotta be honest here, progression in this game can get pretty wonky. Sometimes the devs lean too far into the realm of dreamlike chaos and present you with puzzles and gating that just doesn't seem to have any intuitive logic behind it. One minor example is when the game expects you to open a locked door by...throwing a pot at it. This is not set up at all and you have no reason to think this particular door is so different from every other door up to that point which is unlocked by a key or by clearing out the room's enemies. Similarly, that thing I mentioned earlier about bringing a rooster to life takes a series of steps so bizarre and illogical that I was dumbfounded when I looked it up.

That's not to say Awakening is lacking in puzzles that were a pure joy to solve, because there were some amazing "ah ha!" moments that gave me the same sense of excitement and satisfaction that Tunic so often did. That lightbulb going off is the high I was chasing when I started my quest to play every major Zelda game, and Awakening sometimes delivered. Not to spoil too much, but there's a moment in the third dungeon, Key Cavern, where you realize you can combine the effects of two upgrades to do something super cool that you'll go on doing in various places for the rest of the game. And if you have a hunger like I do for "puzzle box" dungeons that require you to interact with the environment in ways that dramatically alter it and gain the spatial awareness to navigate it intelligently, then Eagle's Tower will be the highlight of your playthrough. It's been a few days and I'm still thinking about how brilliant that dungeon was. While ALttP is by far the better game overall, its steady consistency stands in stark contrast to the highs and lows of playing Link's Awakening.

There are other evolutions to the dungeon formula, too. A big one is the change in functionality of the compass - in ALttP, all the compasses would do when you found them is mark the boss room on your dungeon map. This was pretty useless since the geography of dungeons in that game will naturally lead you in the boss' direction regardless. On the other hand, Awakening's dungeons tend to be far more labyrinthine and confounding, so this basic quality to the compass is inherently more valuable. But wait, there's more!! In Awakening, the compass now also plays a jingle when you enter a room with a hidden key, and it marks every unopened treasure chest left to find on your map! This makes the compass so much more vital to finding your way and uncovering secrets.

And the last thing about dungeons I need to point out is the addition of sidescrolling segments, with some light platforming and even cameo appearances from Mario enemies, like goombas and piranha plants. Because yeah, this game has platforming. The first dungeon upgrade is the Roc's Feather, which lets you jump in a Zelda game that isn't Zelda II, almost 25 years before Breath of the Wild! You can only imagine how giddy I was to have this item and how much fun I got out of it across my playthrough.

-Part 5: Why This Game Sucks Actually-

However, speaking of the item inventory...this is where we have to address one of Awakening's most painful flaws. Inventory management in this game is excruciating. Because it's on the Game Boy, you can only assign items to the A or B button, and every item you obtain is bound by this system. Where ALttP had picking up pots and rocks as a context sensitive A press, Awakening has you go into the menu to bind the Power Bracelet to A or B every time you wanna lift anything up. Likewise, where the Pegasus Boots were just a press and hold A to charge up in ALttP, in Awakening you have to button assign it if you wanna use it. Every single time.

What makes this worse is that every time you brush up against a liftable object without the Bracelet equipped, you get a long, slow, unskippable text box telling you that you can't lift it. This is pretty bad at the start of the game when you don't have the item, but it becomes unbearably bad later on when you already know that, god game shut up!!

What makes it somehow even worse than that is the fact that the game's overworld seems tailor made to exhaust you with constant, and I mean constant dips into the menu to switch out items. There are so, so very many obstacles to get around. Rocks you need to switch in the Bracelet for. Pits you need to switch in the Feather for. Enemies you need to switch in your sword for. Blocks that can only be broken with the Pegasus Boots. Gaps you can only cross with the Hookshot. It adds up, and while you get used to it, it makes traveling from one end of the map to the other a tedious ordeal.

Fixing this issue, above anything else, is something I feel like Link's Remakening (2019) has to offer over the original. From what I hear, all your most necessary upgrades are generally already bound to buttons on the controller and stay that way, dramatically minimizing the amount of menuing you have to do. I look forward to re-experiencing the game in this way at some point, because good gravy is it a problem in the og version.

-Epilogue: I Love it Anyway-

Despite some frustrating flaws that hold it back, though - some of which are a consequence of the hardware, some of which are just questionable choices on the part of the dev team - I would still say Link's Awakening DX is a lovely little game that showed a whole new side of Zelda and maintains its own special place in my heart. Koholint Island is a setting I can't help having fond affection for, with its wacky characters, poignant story, whimsical locales and the fascinating risks and experiments the devs took in making it. The director apparently said he felt as if they were making a "parody" of Zelda, and I can see it. Parts of this game feel like a weird romhack more than a fully polished official product. But that's part of its enduring charm, and I'm thankful for the strange, dreamy journey I got to take with Link, Marin, and all the rest. They'll stay somewhere in my memory, like a sad and silly dream that lingers after you wake.

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

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nephilim (deux)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior, manipulation

deep in the forest lies the home to the infamous, successful kim family. you steeled yourself to enter the lions’ den, where kind, masked souls surrounded you, welcoming you with open hearts and open arms. you, however, still keep your wits about you. you protect yourself by getting comfortable, but not too close. but it’s alright. put your guard up to your hearts’ content. you are their favorite past time, after all. either way, sooner or later, you will be theirs...

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The five Kim siblings couldn’t be more elated, watching the object of their eye sleep without a care in the world.

They remained quiet, speaking in whispers as they strove not to wake you up. Your guarded attitude around them had escaped no one, and they, quite frankly, found it adorable.

You were the only one who didn’t wear your emotions on your sleeve around them.

The sleek, black van turned corner after corner around the winding paths of Ichabod, passing homes, places of commerce, and office buildings.

The Kim family lived deep within the woods, not too far away from the base of the monthly gatherings. All of the other town dwellers would walk from their homes, located at various points in the city, into the twisting black woods in order to appear at the meeting on time.

For the Kims would accept nothing less than perfection.

After another twenty minutes, Driver Bin cautiously approached a narrow dirt path and he directed the car onto the incline, winding upwards on the hill. The car then veered off to the right, entering a secluded road that would lead specifically to the Kim family mansion.

It stood, raised on wooden platforms with impressive glass windows. The exterior shone in the afternoon sunlight, polished cherry wood glistening through the orange and green leaves on the forest trees.

There was no ostentatious fountain or statue outside the front of the home, nor were there piled bodies of the forsaken lying around their grounds, contrary to popular schoolyard taunts and beliefs.

Only a winding, wooden staircase that led to the front door.

The boys stared out the window, gaze breaking away from you for only a moment as they watched the approaching front gate.

A black, iron-wrought masterpiece, as well as their father’s pride and joy: the front gate worked all too well at keeping unwanted guests outside and favored guests inside of the Kim household.

Each of the brothers had grown up detesting that gate. Whether on purpose or by accident, it kept them locked up from the outside world, ostracizing them even more than they had already thought possible.

But now, as the old iron monstrosity creaked open, and as they watched their beloved sleep ever so sweetly....

Why, they wouldn’t have wished for anything other than for that gate to close once and for all, leaving you with them forever.

The metal closed with an ominous clang, and the van pulled into the home’s garage as the sun began to set.

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You peeled your eyes open, disoriented for just a moment before pure panic bled through.

The last thing you remembered was getting into the Kim’s car on your way to their home.

But now, you lay in a queen size, four poster bed covered with soft (f/c) sheets. The dark brown, wooden frame had beautiful gossamer, white sheets hanging down, wrapped around each end so that you could sit up without them getting in your way.

You looked down and found your school uniform still on, albeit a bit wrinkled. There was a sweater a bit too large for you wrapped around your shoulders. Your shoes were no longer on your feet, and the thought of someone taking those off for you made you flustered.

You weren’t sure how you had gotten to the room, but logic reasoned that one of the boys must have brought you in here to rest...

Your face twisted into an unreadable expression...you weren’t particularly sure how to feel about that.

You should thank them and apologize, of course, but still, the entire situation only heightened your unease.

Your phone and backpack lay on the table next to the bed, and you picked the device up, checking the time. To your surprise, it had only been an hour since you left the school grounds.

You texted your mother that you had arrived before getting off the bed and walking to the door in your socks. Before you could open it, however, your phone began to buzz in your hand.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)! Is everything alright?” Your mother’s voice, tired but worried, sounded out from across the line.

“Yeah, everything’s fine! We just got here. I had to use the bathroom so they led me to a guest room; that’s where I am right now.” You paced around the room as you spoke before sitting on the edge of the bed and fingering the silk canopy.

You decided not to tell your mother about the falling asleep part. What she didn’t know couldn’t worry her.

“That’s good. I get out of work in a couple of hours, I’ll call you when I’m on my way. Just tell me how the project’s going in the meantime, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She cautioned you one more time before hanging up the phone.

You put it in your skirt pocket and pulled open the wooden door, relieved by the fact that it made no sound. It led you to a hallway and you carefully walked out into it, making sure not to disturb anyone.

You surmised that you were located on the bottom floor of the house. The room you were in had been situated at the very end of the hallway, and you found the lack of noise unsettling.

At first, the only thing you could hear was the soft padding of your socked feet on the hardwood floor, but as you walked down the hallway, the sound of talking and laughing got louder and louder.

You peeked your head around the corner to see all five of the boys seated in a sort of lounge with large, floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The Kims had somehow managed to perfectly blend the appearance of old money with the taste and style of new money artwork and design. The house looked like something straight out of a romantic fiction, young adult novel.

As you looked around the living room, it was somewhat hard for you to take in the amount of wealth in the home. The windows offered a splendid view of the surrounding forest from the inside, although clouded a bit by coffee voile curtains. Before them sat two settees with a small, rounded glass table between them. Closer to the entrance where you stood sat a gray sofa across from a much longer, L-shaped couch.

Taehyung and Jimin sat roughhousing passionately on the sofa while Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat on the longer couch opposite them. The former was laughing at the two’s shenanigans, clapping his hands in glee and the latter two were occupied with separate activities: Namjoon reading, occasionally pushing his glasses up on his face and Jungkook concerned with something on his phone.

You hesitantly walked out. “...Jimin?”

All five heads snapped up as they watched you approach.

Jimin’s face broke out into an even bigger smile and he jumped up to stand in front of you. “(Y/N)! How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

“Did you sleep well?” Taehyung smiled mischievously from the couch, but you could tell from his tone that he meant well.

Your cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “Yeah! I’m so sorry about that, I just..didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I thought I had handled my fatigue pretty well, but I guess it never actually left. You could’ve woken me up, you know...” You spoke with your head down, looking at your hands as they wrung together.

You heard the room go silent for a moment, just as you feared it would. When you looked up, all five of the boys had an enigmatic expression on their face.

It sent chills down your back, just how quickly their attitudes had switched. They went from joyful laughter and peaceful content to emotions you felt were unstable...you sensed a bit of helplessness paired with indifference, and the slightest hint of anger and contempt.

Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to remind of them of the reason why they were ostracized so much, why they were seen as different. You mentally smacked yourself in the forehead, making a note to be more sensitive about the topic while you were in their presence.

The sound of a hardcover book snapping shut broke the silence, causing you to jump.

Namjoon gently placed the book he was reading on the couch’s armrest and looked at you with a cordial smile. “You should take better care of yourself, (Y/N). It wouldn’t do for you to fall asleep in your classes or end up unwell.”

With that sentence, the spell was broken.

Jimin gently took your forearm and tugged you into the direction of the sofa he was sitting on earlier, pouting as he spoke. “I should have known...you looked ready to drop since our break this morning.”

He seated you and took the place on your right as you waved him off. “It’s fine, it was my fault-”

“If you still want to rest, feel free to go back to the guest room!” Taehyung added, claiming the spot on the other side of you.

“Never feel like you have to hide how you feel around us, (Y/N).” Hoseok said with another winning grin, leaning forward in his seat.

You blinked warily at all of their support. “Well...thanks, guys.”

Your eyes stopped on Jungkook, who was staring at you, and his heavy gaze made you itch.

You leaned back in your seat and felt the sweater you’d woken up with start to slip.

You pulled it off of your shoulders, beginning to question how it even got there in the first place, and met eyes with Jungkook again. “Is this yours...?”

He nodded and opened his mouth to speak for the first time. “You were shivering in your sleep in the car. I thought you might need it, so I left it with you after I carried you in.”

You folded it and handed it back to him, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. “Thank you, Jungkook. Again, I’m sorry for falling asleep on you all like that.”

He took it from you, large eyes getting slightly wider in wonder.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). We’re glad to help you out with whatever you need.” Namjoon nodded and smiled, the dimple in his left cheek prominent. You smiled, a bit more relaxed now but still cautious of your behavior.

“Thank you for welcoming me to your lovely home, then.” You replied, admiring the layout once more.

“Aww, she thinks our home is lovely.” Taehyung gushed. “Seokjin hyung would love to hear that someone finally appreciates his taste in design.”

You cocked your head at him. “Your brother designed this living room?”

“Our eldest brother,” Jimin gushed. “He threw a huge tantrum a couple of years ago, complaining to our parents about how much he couldn’t stand the decor, so they let him draw up a design plan...then they ended up going along with it.”

“He and Yoongi hyung, our other brother, are usually studying away at college,” Taehyung went on. “Our parents bought them an apartment in the city so they could be closer to the campus, but because they have to be present for the meetings, they come back home for a bit every month.”

“They were here last night, but then they had to leave immediately.” Hoseok added.

Before the discussion could continue, you heard the sound of sharp clacks approaching the room.

“My darling sons,” A tilting voice spoke from the entryway and out came one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen (aside from your mother, of course).

She glided across the wooden floor in sensibly high heels, a silk dress complementing her figure and a tan blazer resting on her shoulders. In her hands, she carried a silver tray full of neatly arranged snacks.

“I brought a little something for you all to enjoy! I know how hungry you all get-oh....who is this?” She slowed with a smile as she approached the couch.

Kim Eunbyul was not a person meant to be taken lightly. Her status in this town was no different than royalty, and she exemplified grace with every step that she took.

As expected of the two time winner of the Pluton Actress Award.

You stared at her in amazement before you quickly snapped back to your senses and rose, giving a polite bow in greeting. “Good evening, Mrs. Kim! I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest thing,” she hummed, laying the tray on the table. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Might I ask why you’ve decided to visit our humble home?”

“She’s here on my invitation, Mother.” Jimin spoke and your gaze snapped over to him in shock. His tone sounded so...flat, so unfazed, so unlike every other expression you’d heard him use today. “We have a group project for Mrs. Hargrove’s class, one that will be a considerable part of our grade.”

“Alright, I understand.” She chided him slightly, seemingly used to his attitude. She came to stand before you, leaning a good couple of inches above you. “Let me get a good look at you.”

You smiled at her—an actual smile this time, albeit a small one—as she grasped your hands in hers.

To your surprise, you could feel them tremble slightly.

You stood there, making an effort to avoid eye contact as she studied you. When you looked to the brothers’ in an attempt for nonverbal help, your breath hitched.

The siblings gazed at their mother with something likened to...no, something that was utter detestation.

Jungkook payed her no mind, his thumb obsessively stroking the sweater he held in his possession once more.

Hoseok and Taehyung openly glared at their mother behind her back, the elder’s lips frowning in annoyance and the younger’s twisting into a sneer.

Jimin’s eyes glued onto her, oozing indifference, his gaze all too similar to the one he’d sent Mrs. Hargrove earlier that day.

Namjoon simply watched his mother with cocky amusement glinting in his eyes.

Mrs. Kim gave your hands a gentle squeeze and she smiled. “You have a wonderful energy around you, my dear. You possess a wisdom far beyond your years, and great power as well. I advise you to be wary of some of the people around you, though. They may want to steal your power for themselves.” She gave a small sigh and pat the back of your hands before lowering them gently.

“Thank...you?” You smiled at her in polite confusion. As far as you knew, Mrs. Kim was an actress. No one had said anything about her being able to tell people’s fortunes.

Your classmates would have called her a witch.

But with her husband acting as Wylynne’s divine messenger, would she truly have no powers herself...?

“Of course, my dear.” She gave you one last smile. “Please, enjoy yourself, and make yourself right at home. Our doors will always be open to you.”

She then left the living room, not so much as sparing a glance towards her sons. Not that they would have wanted it anyway, for they looked as though they couldn’t stand a second longer of her presence.

You watched her go, leaving with the same grace that she came in with, but much quicker than before.

Your palm still tickled from the feeling of her trembling hand in yours.

“Sorry about that,” Namjoon stood up, brushing off his uniform pants. “I wouldn’t take her prediction to heart. Our mother tends to do that to everyone she meets-”

“Are they true?”

“...What?”

Just as you started getting slightly comfortable in this bizarre atmosphere, Namjoon’s intense stare brought you back to the present, reminding you of your place.

“Is there some truth to her evaluations?” You innocently asked, trying not to cave under the weight of the older boy’s attention.

“I must admit, I wouldn’t know,” he chuckled, his gaze softening, “we’re the only ones she refuses to do a reading on.”

You nodded, intrigued. “I see. I just find those interesting, is all...”

“Well,” Jimin interrupted, hopping up and clapping his hands. “we should get started on our project!”

“I left my bag in the room, I should go get it.” You turned to go in the general direction of the hallway from which you came but was stopped by Taehyung gently grabbing your elbow.

“Here!” He stood up, toeing his sandals off and sliding them in your direction. “Jungkook took your shoes off and placed them at the front of the house with the rest of ours, so you might need these.”

“Oh! Thank you. I’ll be sure to return them before I leave.” You smiled at him.

He blushed and grinned in return.

Jungkook's hair fell into his eyes as he looked down in shame. “I should have prepared a pair of slippers for you while you were sleeping, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it!” You claimed, just to watch his eyes light up again.

“Good luck on the project, you two!” Hoseok said, turning to leave.

“Let me come with you, (Y/N)!” Jimin said, taking you by the hand. “We’ll be right back, Namjoon hyung!”

He pulled you towards the entryway and you heard the boys start to disassemble behind you, heading off toward their respective locations with the exception of Namjoon, who sat back down on the couch to wait.

You traipsed down the hallway with Jimin. “I think your mother is a lovely person,” you quietly stated.

Jimin didn’t pause, but his grip on your elbow tightened before he turned to you, eyes scrunched together because of his wide smile. “I’m glad you think so! I think she likes you as well.”

You smiled back at him, carefully watching his expression, before turning your gaze to the wood floor. He stood at the doorway as you grabbed your bag and arranged the bed.

When that was finished, the two of you walked down the hallway and met up with Namjoon, and ascended to the third floor of the home.

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The Kims’ library looked like something out of Beauty and the Beast, though it was nowhere near as grandiose in height. Your inner bookworm squealed at the sight of all the books lining the shelves, as well as the plush couch and beanbags resting in the leftmost corner of the library.

You held on to the strap of your bag, following Jimin and Namjoon as they weaved their way through multiple bookcases.

Namjoon reached a dilapidated wooden shelf at the back of the room. His fingers trailed over the book backings and he backtracked and picked one up, blowing the dust off of it only to end up coughing. Jimin muffed his giggle as he covered his nose and mouth with his sweater sleeve.

“I believe this is what you were looking for,” he said once his coughing fit was over, “The Word of the Lost.”

What a fascinating title...

“Ah, yes, hyung! This is exactly what we needed!” Jimin’s eyes practically sparkled as he took the book from his brother. It was an old, leather bound thing and the glossy pages flashed underneath the dim library lights.

It reminded you of the older bibles with illuminated pages.

“Thank you for helping us look.” You said. Namjoon nodded toward you with his classic student-body-president smile.

“Of course. I thumbed through this book many times as a child.” Namjoon said. “I’m sure you both will be able to find a fascinating creature to do your report on.”

The three of you walked out from the labyrinth of shelves and you beelined toward the couch, making yourself comfortable.

Jimin came to sit next to you, placing the book on his lap and waving goodbye to his brother. While you were bent over retrieving your school materials, Namjoon returned the wave with a smirk and left the library, leaving the two of you to your work.

You pulled out your notebook and a writing utensil, turning to Jimin as your academic weariness set in once more. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” he stated, opening the book. “I don’t spend as much time in the library as Namjoon hyung, but I do remember there being a host of creatures in this book...”

UnFortunately, Namjoon’s recollection of the text was spot on. There were so many mythological creatures, you and Jimin were overwhelmed and didn’t know which one to pick.

“How about banshees?” Jimin suggested.

“The harbingers of death?” You mused. “I know of them. They’re one of my favorites.”

“Ah...then what about the wendigo?”

You shuddered. “I know about them as well; their folklore is so interesting, but so creepy.”

Jimin nodded, paging through the novel again. “We could research golems?”

You smiled and shook your head. “I’ve heard about them before relative to Jewish mythology...and they’re somewhat similar to the Egyptian ushabti.”

Jimin playfully groaned and dropped his head back onto the couch. “You’re so learned, (Y/N)! How did you hear about all of these mythological figures?”

You shrugged and smiled a bit, doodling in your notebook. “I’ve just come across them in some way or another...usually through the media.”

You gently took the book off of Jimin’s lap and decided to thumb through it yourself, turning to the chapter list to see the different branches of creatures. Your finger ran down the list before stopping at a certain name.

“...Jimin, have you ever heard anything about nephilim?”

He stiffened and his brows furrowed. “No. What are they?”

You flipped the book to the demonstrated page number and began reading. “‘Nephilim are creatures conceived of humans and angels. These fascinating individuals are born with immense amounts of both angelic grace and the original sin of human beings.’” You beamed. “Perfect! This creature sounds the most interesting-”

You turned to speak to Jimin and found his face uncomfortably close to yours. Gone was the innocent, boyish expression on his face, replaced by an endearing and inquisitive stare.

You immediately turned your head to look back down at the page. “-of the creatures...and the least known,” you mumbled, hoping he couldn’t see the tint of red on your cheeks.

Rather than taking the book for himself, Jimin started reading it over your shoulder. You tried not to breathe too hard with his proximity.

He’s too close...

“‘As they mature, they must come to terms with their proclivity to sin and balance it out with their angelic nature. Nevertheless, this arduous task often leaves them with an identity crisis, and most succumb to their sinful natures.’” Once he finished, he turned to you with an impressed look. “You’re right! This sounds really interesting, and if you haven’t heard of these figures, then they should definitely be the one we research.”

“Yeah! So we should get started, then,” you said, pulling out your laptop and casually reseating yourself a couple inches away from Jimin.

“Mrs. Hargrove wants us to do a presentation as well as write an essay for this project...which do you think we should we work on first?” You asked him, sending your mother your location, and opening a new tab.

“We could write the essay first, and then pull information from that to combine it with what we find from our research for the presentation.” Jimin suggested, taking out a laptop of his own.

“Sounds good! I shared a document with you.”

The both of you spent the next two hours on your computers, researching as many articles on nephilim as possible. It was somewhat difficult, finding authentic sources about the creatures rather than commentaries on media representations of them, but working off of what The Word of the Lost gave you, there was enough to compile a hefty source list.

After that, however, you, still mentally exhausted, started to get distracted, and then Jimin decided to take a break as well. The project was due near the end of the semester, and the two of you had made enough progress for tonight. You deserved this break.

Outside, the light changed from the orange afternoon sun to the cool blue of evening. Before your very eyes, the sky outside was purple, and the oranges and greens of the leaves had disappeared in the dark, turning into obscure figures and shapes outside the window that left you wanting to pull the curtains closed.

A couple of minutes later, you were startled by the click of the library doors.

Mrs. Kim peered through the opening. “Ah, there you both are!”

She approached you and Jimin with two glasses of water, one in each hand.

You took the glass she handed to you and expressed your thanks. Her hands didn’t seem to be trembling as much as they were earlier.

“How is it going?”

“We made a lot of progress--I think this project is going to be a good one.” You smiled at her and she returned it, relieved.

She raised a hand and paused, hesitantly lowering it gently into Jimin’s hair and stroking it lovingly. The boy froze, lowering the glass from his lips and turning to look at Mrs. Kim.

“Yes, thank you, Mother.” His tone remained flat.

She breathed out a sigh and nodded at him before turning to you. “(Y/N), darling, I believe your mother has arrived downstairs.”

Your eyes widened and you began packing your school materials. “Oh, really? She didn’t even tell me! I must have overstayed my welcome.”

Mrs. Kim laughed lightheartedly. “Not at all dear. It’s most likely because she encountered my husband along the way. They’re both seated downstairs, talking.”

On the outside, you managed to give Mrs. Kim a pleasant smile. On the inside, however, your thoughts were raging.

Why, of all people, would Kim Moonsik want to have a conversation with her?

If that old man tries to sacrifice my mother to his creepy little moon goddess, I swear, I’ll-

“I can take you to meet with her, no worries.” Mrs. Kim stated, bringing her blazer closer around her shoulders. “I’ll just wait for you outside.”

She glanced at Jimin once more and turned away, heels clacking on the floor as the click of the door sounded.

You zipped up your bag, having nothing else to pack, and pulled it over your shoulder.

Before you could stand to leave, however, Jimin gently took your hand in his.

“(Y/N), before you go, I just wanted to say thank you.”

The boy was looking down at his lap, his eyes covered by strands of his hair. You patiently waited for him to finish.

“I know everyone is suspicious of us and would rather not interact with us at all for fear of...” he paused on the last bit, “but you have been the only to one to approach us wholeheartedly.”

“Thank you for not treating us like freaks, or some sort of plague or disease like everyone else.” Jimin raised his head, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.

You smiled and gently squeezed his hand. “Please, think nothing of it. Why would I treat you like something you’re not?”

“You and your brothers are all just people. You’re a family, just like how everyone else in this town has families.” You spoke quietly. “You may not be the most...orthodox of families, yes, but you’re hardly to blame for that. Who’s to decide what the norm is anyway?”

Besides, I have no reason to hurt you or yours, you thought.

Jimin huffed out a sob and gathered you in his arms in a hug. You grunted, as it was unexpected, but hesitantly raised your arms to pat him on the back.

“It’s alright,” you murmured.

Behind your back, Jimin did have tears falling down his face, but rather than a look of sorrow or suffering, sheer, hysterical glee appeared on his face.

He struggled to suppress the broad grin threatening to take over his expression.

The smell of your hair was intoxicating...

“I thank the goddess for you, (Y/N),” he murmured, low enough that you could not make out what he said.

He made sure he regained control of his expression and then pulled away from the hug with a soft smile. He stood up and took your bag for you, much like how you had taken his earlier that day, and led you to his mother, who was waiting outside.

The three of you walked down the two flights of stairs to find Namjoon, Hoseok, and their father speaking with your mother.

She was quite the visage in their home, sitting on the smaller gray sofa, still in her scrubs.

Kim Moonsik sat in front of her, with one of his sons on either side, looking like interviewers for a job position, while she sat on the edge of the couch opposite them, her hands placed in her lap and looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Yes, well, working at the hospital has its downsides, but it also has its valuable life experience,” you heard her say. “I truly enjoy caring for and working with all kinds of patients, as well as with the staff of the inter-professional team.”

You heard a hearty laugh, followed by the voice that you were supposed to only be subject to once a month.

“Careers like yours are crucial in the eyes of the moon goddess, Ms. (L/N). It sounds as though you’re doing a wonderful job.” Kim Moonsik grinned and nodded at your mother, who forced a laugh. “Wylynne looks down on you with favor.”

“Ah, thank you, Mayor Kim. Praise Wylynne...”

She made eye contact with you as you descended the staircase and quietly sighed in relief.

“There’s our guest for the evening!” Mr. Kim cheered and stood up, walking to stand in front of you and Jimin while his wife slipped by, pressing a kiss to his cheek, as she went to sit next to your mother.

Without the luminescent glow of the moon or the intimidating glow of purple flames streaking across his face, Kim Moonsik almost looked like any other successful businessman and father. He and his wife both had dark hair and dark eyes, and they appeared to be quite the happy couple.

But there was no way that the past several years of monthly meetings was a dream. There was plenty of reason for caution around them, no matter how pleasant they may seem.

Your mother had nagged enough sense into you for you to know that much, at the very least.

You bowed again, hoping your nerves weren’t showing through your voice. “Good evening, Mr. Kim. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He chuckled in a good natured manner. “The pleasure is all mine...I trust you and Jimin were able to accomplish what you needed for your project?”

How did he know? “Ah, yes...we made loads of progress today.” You smiled politely.

“Eunbyul told me all about our visitors just before I arrived,” he responded as though he heard your question and smiled proudly, gently clapping Jimin on the back. “That’s amazing news to hear.”

Jimin smiled cordially, pulling you away from his father and walked over towards his brothers.

“(Y/N)-ie is leaving us now,” Hoseok fake pouted.

You grimace-smiled at him.

“Please,” Namjoon scoffed. “She’ll be over here so many times, we’ll start to get sick of her, right (Y/N)?”

“As long as you don’t mind having me over,” you said. “We have until the end of the semester to do the project, so, yeah, I might be over a couple more times...” You slowed as the reality of the situation started to hit. “Actually, Jimin, can I see your phone?”

He handed you his phone and you put your number in his contacts and texted yourself. “Now you have my number, and I have yours.” You smiled at him and handed the device back.

Jimin’s eyes widened in glee and he grinned in return. “Thanks, (Y/N)!”

Hoseok’s fists tightened his pockets.

Kim Eunbyul stood to her feet, her conversation apparently over. “You and your daughter are welcome any time,” she emphasized, placing a hand on your mother’s back.

“Indeed, Ms. (L/N), Our home is your home.” Kim Moonsik added, placing his hands on his wife’s shoulders.

“Thank you so much, we’re truly grateful for the invitation.” You heard your mother say.

You carefully slid Taehyung’s sandals off your feet and lifted them up. Jimin handed you your backpack in exchange for the sandals and you took it, swinging it over your shoulders. “Please tell Taehyung and Jungkook I said goodbye, and that it was lovely meeting you all.” You said.

“We will!” Hoseok smiled, waving goodbye.

“See you tomorrow at school!” Jimin called and waved enthusiastically.

You waved and bowed to the Kims one more time, then took your mother’s hand and walked down the front steps.

Her car was parked outside the garage (read: haphazardly strewn across the asphalt).

Your mother got into the front seat and put on her seatbelt without saying a word. Even when she began to drive, she was eerily silent.

It was not until the both of you were outside of the gates, down the hill, and outside of the forest that your mother abruptly stepped on the brakes and unbuckled her seatbelt, exiting the car.

You repeated her movements in alarm, slamming the passenger door shut and running to the other side of the car.

You got there just in time to watch as she keeled over on the side of the road and began to throw up.

“Mom!”

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Back at the Kim household, the instant the two guests left, a violent chill swept across the room.

Hoseok went to stand threateningly in front of Jimin. “Don’t go around thinking you’re better than the rest of us.”

The younger boy’s grin morphed into a devilish sneer. “Be careful, hyung...it’s starting to sound like you’re jealous.” He shook his phone, still open to (Y/N)’s contact information, tauntingly.

Namjoon scoffed at their bickering before turning his attention to smile at Moonsik and Eunbyul. “Mother...Father...we bid you goodnight.”

Hoseok smirked, following Namjoon up the stairs.

Jimin made a move to go follow them as well, but he stopped in front of Eunbyul.

“Mother dearest.” The sophomore gripped the woman’s chin, turning her gaze to land directly on him. “As the most talented actress in our county, your performance could have been a bit more...convincing.”

He looked her up and down, and then released her, throwing her to the right and out of his direct path. Eunbyul stumbled to the side, her form quite visibly shaking.

“I look forward to seeing what you come up with in the future.”

Jimin shouldered Moonsik, climbing past him up to his room on the second floor.

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Your mother had stopped throwing up, but you continued rubbing her back comfortingly.

She stood up on wobbly legs and you supported her on the way back to the car. You reached in your bag for your water bottle and some tissues, handing them to her.

She cleaned her mouth off, swished some water around in her mouth, spat it out the window, and then drank some more.

Before you could even ask if she was alright, she turned to you with another stern look. “I was so worried about you.”

Your eyes widened incredulously, but softened just as fast. “Mom, you didn’t have to worry! We were just working on a class project, like I said.”

Your mother nodded and sighed, putting the seatbelt back on. “I understand. It-it’s just terrifying to realize how close you were to-” She trailed off and tried again. “I mean, what if....”

This was a first, for you, to see your mother so visibly shaken.

She usually was, and is, the epitome of strength in your life. To think that seeing the Kims jarred her to this point...

You grasped your mother’s hand. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. They’re just people, Mom.”

“People can be just as dangerous as deities,” she whispered, putting the car into drive.

With that thought, the both of you sat in ominous silence until you had arrived at your home.

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Once you and your mother arrived, you both had dinner and you ensured that she was able to go to bed of sound mind and heart. From the way she pushed you off of her, you surmised she had collected herself enough to return to her usual temperament.

You made your way up the stairs to your room and threw your bag somewhere near you desk, booking it to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, after a refreshing shower and a change of clothes, you sat at your desk. It was already significantly late, and you still had to complete the other classes’ homework that you didn’t have the chance to start while at the Kim’s.

As you basked in the comfort of your home’s walls, you felt truly relaxed for the first time that night.

Jimin and his brothers were, for the most part nice, although misunderstood. The student body usually stayed away from them because of their parents and the influence they had on this town.

Perhaps if this town were normal...

You sighed and immediately chased the thought away. This town was far from normal, that couldn’t be clear enough. And with Kim Moonsik in charge, the sense of unearthliness clearly wouldn’t change any time soon.

You spent the next couple of hours doing the other assignments to the best of your ability. When you deemed it enough, you decided to call it a night, packing your things away and climbing under the covers.

Just as you began scrolling through social media, your phone vibrated from an incoming notification and your brows furrowed.

Who was still awake at this hour? And why were they contacting you?

Perhaps it was Mana, you thought, begging to hear details about what it was like at the Kim house before tomorrow. You probably should have texted them when you got home, considering school was no longer the most....open place to have these discussions.

Nevertheless, you opened your messages and, to your surprise, there lay a text from none other than Kim Jimin.

I’m really glad I met you, (Y/N) 😇

Aww, that’s sweet of him, you thought.

You paused, wondering if you should pretend that you’re asleep rather than text him back right now, as the conversation could always continue in the morning.

You also thought of how he might nag you should he discover you’re awake at this hour after passing out in his car and at his house, and winced.

Yes, it would be best to ignore that until tomorrow morning.

Having had enough of the day, you put your phone to charge and pressed your head to the pillow, falling asleep.

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As Jimin lay in bed that night, he thought about your comment earlier this afternoon.

“I’m so sorry about that, I just..didn’t get a lot of sleep last night...You could’ve woken me up, you know...”

It wasn’t the fact that they were reminded of the sacrifice last night that made them pause.

No, it was the fact that that worthless scum caused their beloved to lose precious hours, minutes, and even seconds of sleep.

Almost every meaningful contribution Natalia Pierre gave life, served to make yours more difficult than it already was.

She should have been a sacrifice much, much sooner.

On the other hand, they should have thanked her, they supposed. For it was her demise that led you to sleep so silently, so soundly in their presence.

They had finally gotten the opportunity to see you at your most vulnerable, and they couldn’t get enough of it.

But they reined in their greed and held any dominating thoughts at bay. For patience was the art of the game.

Sooner or later, willingly or unwillingly, you would present yourself to them and their company.

And they would welcome you with open hearts and open arms.

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✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by my fav @loulovehome thank you pu hope that this quells your curiosity!

MUSIC

fav genre? not to be that person but i think i have a toe in most genres, i suppose my favorites have got to be anything taylor swift does, pop punk, r&b pop/new age r&b, and bluegrass

fav artist? again, not to be that person but i love so many artists! let’s do this based off of genre: taylor swift, 1D, 5sos, massive focus on ZAYN, the Avett brothers, and counting crows

fav song? fav song of all time (since i was young) is going to be come around by rhett miller but more currently i’d say you are in love by taylor swift and dRuNk by ZAYN

song currently stuck in your head? i have no idea how it got there but i have stressed out by 21 pilots stuck in my head??

5 fav lyrics? ok let’s do this kids. edit: this went in a “fav love song lyrics” way so sorry in advance.

1) I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say / There is darkness all around us / I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me / And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' (January Wedding - The Avett Brothers)

2) Hands around my waist / You're counting up the hills across the sheets / And I'm a falling star / A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets / I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules / But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (Disconnected - 5sos)

3) This is the worthwhile fight / Love is a ruthless game / Unless you play it good and right / These are the hands of fate / You're my Achilles heel / This is the golden age of something good / And right and real (State of Grace - Taylor Swift)

4) What if I changed my mind / What if I said it's over / I been flying so long / Can't remember what it was like to be sober / What if I lost my lives? / What if I said "Game over"? / What if I forget my lies? / And I lose all my composure (Back to Life - ZAYN)

5) I never said I was perfect / Or you don't deserve a good person to carry your baggage / I know a few girls that can handle it / I ain't that kind of chick, but I can call 'em for you if you want / I never said that you wasn't attractive / Your style and that beard, ooh, don't get me distracted / I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice / The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this (Jerome - Lizzo)

BOOKS

fav book genre? murder mystery and young love!

fav writer? jane austen, lisa jewell, and rick riordan (nostalgia ok?!)

fav book? the way i used to be my amber smith, rebecca by daphane du maurier, and then she was gone OR watching you (both by Lisa Jewell)

fav book series? i guess the whole percy jackson situations? i have everything RR every wrote, and i liked it all but i havent touched the older ones in ages

comfort book? not one specifically but the nancy drew books

perfect book to read on a rainy day? bird summons by leila aboulela

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i hope i can name five...

1) “The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.” “I am no traveller, you are my world.” (both are My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier)

2) “And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.” (The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith)

3) "I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.” (Emma by Jane Austen) (sorry for the length, the shortened versions were not cutting it for me)

4) “Read, read, read. That's all I can say.” (The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene)

5) “...amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things and I scare myself sometimes.” (Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell)

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? i like dramedies, mockumentaries, and procedurals

fav movie? ive got a massive list on my phone but ill pick Doob (No Bed of Roses) and 3-Iron as my favs for today

comfort movie? 2000s romcoms, im talking clueless, 13 going on 30, how to loe a guy in ten days, ten things i hate abt you, legally blonde

movie you watch every year? mamma mia and all listed in prev question

fav tv show? too many, currently im rewatching arrested development

comfort tv show? new girl

most rewatched tv show? new girl

ultimate otp? shawn and jules from psych (ultimate bc ive been watching since diapers literally)

5 fav characters? winston bishop, stiles stilinski, bellamy blake, clarke griffin, lydia martin

super fun even though it took me an hour lmao, I'm tagging @technosoot @hometothecanyonmoon @sassylilnoodle @sushiniall @rosegold-thorns no pressure and sorry if youve already been tagged!

edit: i somehow managed to forget what i consider to be one of the greatest opening verses ever???? so bonus lyrics:

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog / Where no one notices the contrast of white on white / And in between the moon and you / The angels get a better view / Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right (Round Here - Counting Crows)

#lei te night thoughts #personal #tagged

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eirikaanemo · 3 years

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The Hidden Hero

Superhero!Venti x GN!Secretary!Reader

2.7k Words

Warnings: Stalking (not you), thievery, human trafficking mentioned once

Of all the heroes to ever exist, Barbatos: the Anemo Hero is your favorite by far. He was one of the big heros from the Archon Agency along with other major elemental manipulators like Rex Lapis and Baal. They were the big wigs back before All Might hit it big. While they weren’t quite symbols of peace like him, their sheer presence was enough to send most villains running for the hills. Their quirks, teamwork, and training made them extremely formidable. The Archons, as the main seven heroes of the agency were called, were very successful, until they weren’t.

It’s said that ‘all good things come to an end’ and the reign of the Archons came to an end when Tsaritsa left the agency for reasons unknown to the general populace. The remaining six scattered to the winds. They each founded their own agencies and continued to fight crime. But their earlier fame was unsustainable and their hero rankings fell significantly. Despite this, most of them are still actively and visibly involved in the world of heroes. Some, however, are not.

And unfortunately Barbatos is one of those heroes that seemingly faded away into obscurity after founding the Mondstadt Hero Agency and handing it off to his former sidekick, Dandelion Knight. Only the most dedicated fans remember him anymore. It frustrates you sometimes that such a great hero could be so easily forgotten. You will never forget him though, not anything from his teal tipped braids to his signature “Ehe”.

So when an opening for a front desk secretary at the Mondstadt Hero Agency opened up you put in your application immediately. Sure you already had a good job, but working at the agency Barbatos started would be a dream come true. Thankfully your resume got you an interview and the interview went surprisingly well. Apparently you remembering Barbatos was a huge advantage on top of your excellent work experience and recommendations.

When you got the job you could barely believe it! This was a dream come true and you resolved to not let them down. Your first day was absolutely amazing. You got a tour, a run-down of your responsibilities, and got some training. But the best part was meeting many of the heroes and sidekicks who work there, from Alchemist to Outrider to Dandelion Knight herself. The whole day almost didn’t feel real.

You settled into your new job easily and enjoyed it immensely, even if it was ridiculous some days. This just happened to be one of those days. Captain Cryo had been jumping on Dandelion Knight’s last nerve all day. Alchemist’s niece, Klee, had lost her babysitter again and was running around the agency causing chaos. Traveler’s sidekick, Paimon had gotten into another argument and was yelling loud enough that everyone in the agency could hear. And with all this you decided to stay after your shift for a while to finish up some work that needed to be done by tomorrow.

This ended up being the best decision you ever made. Fifteen minutes after your shift should have ended, a new hero slipped through the front doors. Your eyes glossed over him at first before you quickly looked back at him. Were those… teal tipped braids? Could it be? Yes, it had to be Barbatos!

You took a second or two to school your face before looking at him again. He wore a skin tight suit under a loose poncho with a utility belt and some other equipment, defensive and offensive, layered on top. The outfit is mostly dark grey with some dark teal accents breaking up the monotony. His steps were nearly silent as he passed by your desk, scanning his hero badge with the badge reader, and continuing deeper into the building.

Out of curiosity, you took a peek at the information on his scanned badge. Apparently he is an underground hero called Wind Spirit: the Freedom Hero. His specialization is organized crime, specifically dealing with the sensative cases like human trafficking. Not much more is there, but that’s to be expected since he’s underground.

Shaking yourself, you quickly close out the badge scanner software and finish your work for the day. You have work to do and can’t allow yourself to be distracted any longer. But once you finish and go home, you can’t stop thinking about it. Not even two hours ago you had been only feet away from your favorite hero of all time.

You’re so excited that it takes you a while to calm down. But when you do, you have questions. Why did he change his hero identity and go underground? He had been hugely popular. Why did he give that up for a job where he would get little to no recognition?

In the end, you decide it doesn’t matter. He obviously doesn’t want to be recognized or bothered, so you will respect that. It will be difficult but you resolve to try and treat him no differently than you do the other heroes at the agency. No one needs to know that you recognize him, not even him. That would probably be the easiest way to keep his secret. Pretend you don’t know it and play dumb if it ever gets brought up.

By the time you get to work the next day your mind is well and truly made up. In a moment of weakness you do request a change to serve half an hour later than you used to. You try to rationalize it to yourself a couple times, but know deep inside that it’s really just so you can see him. It’s kind of risky but it’s a risk you’re willing to take for a chance to see your favorite hero at the end of every shift.

As time goes on things go even better than you had expected. Apparently the first time you saw him, “Wind Spirit” had been exceptionally busy with a high risk case. Once that was taken care of he slowed down his entrance and started chatting with you as he came in. You learn more about him as a person than you could have ever imagined before.

He likes to sing and knows how to play several different instruments. His “ehe~” laugh is, in fact, how he really laughs and was not just him playing things up for the fans. Rhyming is a habit of his and he loves trying to fit it into casual conversations which bugs some other heroes, like Darknight, to no end. And most of all, he is one of the nicest people you have ever met.

From what you can tell, only a few other heroes know of his past as Barbatos. Dandelion Knight knows of course since she used to be his sidekick and now leads his agency. Darknight and Traveler seem to know as well. But other than that no one else seems to know. They do know him and consider him a friend, but are clueless as to his past.

But there is one other person that seems to know. Every once in a while La Signora, a sidekick from the Snezhnaya Agency, will show up loiter in the waiting area by your desk. When you ask how you can help she responds with, “No, I’m just waiting for someone. There’s something that I have been instructed to… acquire from an old colleague of my boss.”

While she has yet to stay long enough to see him, you’re fairly certain she’s looking for Wind Spirit. And she’s started staying longer and longer. If she keeps this up then she will actually run into him. And your quirk, which gives you emotional impressions based on people’s intentions, makes it clear that she is bad news.

After a couple of these visits you decide to take your concerns to Dandelion Knight. Once you make sure that she is available and have someone watch the front desk for you, you make your way towards her office. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before you peak your head through the open doorway to make sure she’s there.

“Miss Jean, do you have a moment?” You ask cautiously. She looks up from the paperwork on her desk and smiles, obviously relieved to have a distraction from her work.

“Of course,” she says. “Come sit down. How can I help?”

“I have some concerns that I would like to inform you of,” you explain as you take a seat across from her desk.

“Sometimes La Signora comes in and sits in the waiting area for hours and hours at a time. She insists that she’s waiting for someone that she’s been asked to ‘acquire’ something from and that there’s nothing I can help her with. But my quirk is giving me the feeling that she’s up to no good.”

“Do you know who she is waiting for?” Jean asks you.

“Yes, she hasn’t told me outright but I believe she is waiting for Wind Spirit.” You inform her. Jean’s gaze immediately turns piercing and the mood of the room turns sour. You fiddle nervously in your seat as you wait for her response.

“I’m authorizing you to call security if she tries to stay longer than she already has been.” Jean states after a moment of contemplation. Your eyes grow wide. “She is not to run into Wind Spirit under any circumstances, do you understand?”

You nod vigorously. “Of course, Miss Jean, I’ll be sure to let her know and do so if I must.”

She sighs and sends you a thankful smile. “Thank you. The Snezhnaya Agency has been trying to meet with him for some time despite our insisting that, as an underground hero, he is to be left alone. I’m sorry you have gotten caught up in all of this.”

“It’s fine,” you assure her. “I consider Wind Spirit a friend. I will do my best to make sure he is not bothered.”

“Thank you again then,” she remarks. “Is there anything else? I should probably get back to this.” She very carefully keeps her face neutral as she gestures at her paperwork, but you can see the budding grimace on her face.

“No, that is all,” you reply. “I’ll go get back to the front desk.” You get up and walk back to your desk, pondering this new development. To your non-existent surprise, you find La Signora in the waiting area. As usual, you ask if there’s anything you can do to help and she gives you the same response as always. But this time, you have something to say after she says her piece.

“Alright, just know that if you attempt to stay any longer than 4:30, I will have to call security to escort you out.” Her face was priceless as she ground out an acknowledgement before going back to waiting. You did end up having to threaten to call security several times within the next couple weeks, but it did the job and kept her off of Wind Spirit’s back.

In the meantime, Wind Spirit had started coming a little earlier and talking with you a little longer. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was trying to flirt with you. But no, he’s Barbatos. Why in the world would he be flirting with you? Sure he told you his real name, Venti, and lets you call him that now; but you’re just a secretary who got lucky. So you decide that he’s probably joking around with you. There’s a little part of you that hopes though. A part of you that wishes that maybe he might just mean it.

After all, what isn’t there to like? Venti’s a nice guy, makes you laugh, is undeniably attractive and around your age, and you love every moment he spends with you. It might also have to do with the fact that you’ve had a slight celebrity crush on him since he debuted that still hasn’t gone away. For now though, you just enjoy what you have. Why risk what you have?

Then you get sick and miss a day. One day is all it took. You had hoped La Signora would have stayed away for one day when you were stuck puking your guts up all day, but no such luck. While you had been away, the stand-in had ignored you and Jean’s very specific instructions to not allow La Signora to stay past time for some reason. So she ran into Venti and things went down.

You come into work the next morning, still queezie, but better, to find out that she’d stolen a valuable support item from him. A lot of people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off but you could barely breathe. You shouldn’t have missed yesterday. This is your fault. If you had been here it never would have happened.

Flopping down onto your chair at your desk, you bury your face in your hands and try to breathe. It’s not easy, especially with the stress of the situation and the fact that you are desperately trying not to cry. The one day I’m not here, you think to yourself. A tear rolls down your cheek, hidden by your hands.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” You hear Venti ask. With your face still in your hands you shake your head.

“No, no I’m not,” you choke out. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gotten sick. I should have been more careful, I’m sorry.” You feel him go still. He must not have known. Now he must blame you, hate you, just like you do yourself.

As your thoughts start spiraling you feel two arms wrap around your shoulders and feel him pull you into his chest. “It’s not your fault,” Venti murmurs. “Tsaritsa has been trying to do this for years, it would have happened eventually. And I should have been strong enough to stop her. I guess I’m out of practice with the less subtle, more brute force type moves I used to use.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “You were a lot flashier as Barbatos, weren’t you?” You feel him go still again.

“You knew?” He questions. Then your brain catches up to what you just said.

“Whoops, yeah, uh, I knew,” you stutter. “Ever since I saw you, really. But you didn’t mention it and didn’t seem to want to be recognized so I didn’t mention it. I was a huge fan, by the way- still am.”

Venti squeezes you lightly in the hug. “Thank you, it really means a lot that you kept quiet about it. And besides, she stole my gnosis in full view of a camera so we have a lot of evidence against her when we take this to court. A camera we only thought to put up once you brought up La Signora’s suspicious visits. So we have far more reason to thank you than blame you.”

Pulling back, Venti gently tugs your hands away from your face so he can look you in the eyes. “In fact, I should do something to thank you personally! Could I take you out to dinner? Like a date?” The emotional whiplash caused by his question made your head spin.

“Huh? Me?” You ask him. “You want to take me on a date?”

“Absolutely,” he confirms. “How about Good Hunter?”

“Sure,” you reply a little absentmindedly, still reeling from the realization that his flirting hadn’t been a joke after all. Your favorite hero is actually asking you on a date. The more you recovered, the more flustered and excited you got. “When do you want to do that?”

“Are you available Thursday? I have the day off so we could do it then. Our shifts aren’t really conducive to good date opportunities otherwise.” You nod in agreement.

“I’ll see you then!” You exclaim and peck his cheek before he hurried away to where Jean was calling him. The pink that bloomed on his cheeks was adorable.

By Thursday the court case had been closed up and Tsaritsa revealed her true colors as a villain. Things had been crazy but, thankfully, Venti had still gotten the day off. Your date went wonderfully and you both agree that the next one can’t come fast enough.

He calls you the hero of his story and you call him the hero of your heart.

#eirika writes #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #mha au

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juno-of-the-sky · 3 years

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pink in the night / tetsurou kuroo

eleven times you and tetsurou kissed throughout your lives. [based off of mitski’s pink in the night, i strongly recommend you listen to that while reading]

tags: lots of kisses (no duh), traditional couple things, gender-neutral reader word count: 3,092k my hand slipped a/n: wow look my first work! obviously i made it about kuroo because he’s one of the easiest ones for me to write LOL— anyway i hope you enjoy! requests will be open soon as well in case there’s anything specific you’d like to see <3

Kuroo’s lips were chapped.

There were a lot of things you could’ve been focusing on at that moment, but his lips were chapped against yours, and that was the main thing. Or, it was the main thing until the weight of what you were doing — kissing Tetsurou Kuroo — really sunk in, and then it was everything. It was his chapped lips; his palms, resting so gently on your cheeks, his thumb rubbing circles into the apples of them; the pitter patter of the rain hitting the puddles on the concrete and the umbrella above the both of you that you were holding.

In only a moment, you’d managed to notice so much and so little at the same time.

Kuroo was the one to break the kiss — you had to hold back from dropping the umbrella and pressing your hands against his neck and pushing him into your lips because you just had to have him again.

“Ah, sorry,” The messy-haired boy muttered. When you opened your eyes with a confused, incoherent murmur, he was staring down at the ground, his cheeks dusted with pink. “That was… impulsive, my bad—” “Kuroo,” You breathed. “That was amazing.” He was silent for a second, before a slightly shocked, “Really?” “Do it again.”

He chuckled, putting his loving gaze on you again for only a second before stealing another kiss. This time, you took note of every detail.

And I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right

“Oh, come on, that was a lame kiss,” Kuroo rolled his eyes, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. The sudden force knocked you off of your feet slightly, but you were happy to be close.

“It was not,” You insisted, squinting your eyes in the sun to see him accurately. Upon your declaration that the kiss of the night before — your first kiss with him, no less — had been the best in the world, Kuroo was annoyingly set on proving you wrong. “It was a great kiss.” “My lips weren’t even moisturized,” He said, shaking his head. “You have meager standards, (Y/N).” “If it was so bad, then kiss me again to make up for it.”

Kuroo was silent, unmoving for a second before slipping his arms around your waist and lifting you ‘till you were level with his lips and kissing you.

If last night, someone had told you that the next day you would have a kiss that was even more amazing than the one you shared with Kuroo in the rain, you wouldn’t have believed them.

Now, kissing him in the sun with your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, you definitely would’ve.

Can I try again

“Do you wanna be my partner?” The bouquet of pink roses in your hand seemed to glow a million times brighter as Kuroo stared at you with that smile on his face — confident, mostly, but with undertones of a sort of innocent shyness.

“Y—You mean to ask me?” You squeaked.

“Obviously. Who else would I ask?” He responded with a light chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re the one who… y’know.”

It all seemed so impossible — how in the world did Tetsurou Kuroo fall for this next-door-neighbor-type person? Yet, you felt like you were glowing pink, pink with adoration and affection and…

“Yeah,” was your final, whispered response. “I’ll be your partner.”

Kuroo smiled even wider, reaching out his arms — but before he could do anything, you went in for the kiss you knew he was planning. He hummed, surprised, which made you pull away momentarily.

“What are you doing?” He said, eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours. His hand was tracing up the back of your neck. “C’mon. Stop being a tease.” And his hand pushed against your neck, and then you were in your favorite place in the world — with your lips pressed to Kuroo’s. The serene hill the two of you had been sitting on, watching the clouds go by, was a lovely backdrop for this romance, this early love that was starting to form between the two of you.

You weren’t just glowing pink — the whole world was.

Try again

Kuroo had his head pressed against the wall when you found him, tears pouring down his cheeks in unrelenting streams. You didn’t know what was wrong, but there was something — Kuroo didn’t just cry like this. He’d never cried. It was such a strange sight to behold, but it wasn’t a bad one.

You sank down on the brick wall beside him, placing your hand on his knee. Through all of the tears, he gave you a side-glare that could’ve been full of a lot of different emotions.

“Hey, Kuroo, it’s okay,” You said, squeezing his knee. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? You’re not alone.”

He spat out something incoherent, his voice sounding nasally and hoarse like he had to force the words off of the tip of his tongue.

Gently, you slipped your hand under his chin and lifted his head slightly to face you. He stared impassively at you, despite the tears still rolling down his cheeks before the tiniest glimmer of a smile appeared on his chapped, broken lips.

Your hand ran through his uncombed hair like clockwork; your other hand fit in the spaces between his fingers perfectly. You kissed him, but this kiss was different than your previous ones. It was gentle, full of affection and attention and warmth and love; that was the strange, fluttering feeling you felt in your chest every time you kissed Kuroo. It was love.

And as you pulled away from each other, you couldn’t help noticing that against this wall was where you had your first kiss.

You figured it was a good enough wall to say something else noteworthy.

“I love you,” You whispered, the three beautiful words rolling off your tongue like marbles from the depths of your heart.

Kuroo was silent, and for a second, you thought you’d messed up. You were assembling an apology in your head before, so quietly you almost missed it, a chuckle.

“I love you, too.”

Try again

“Well, babe, we did it.”

The air had a chill to it, despite the June evening — you nodded, teeth clattering together, and pulled your jacket tighter around you. Kuroo noticed this and turned to you, chuckling. “Are you that cold?” “It’s freezing out here,” You said, nodding frantically. “The memories here are good, but I’m starting to think it wasn’t worth it.”

“Here,” He said, pulling off his jacket and handing it to you. “‘m not cold.”

“Aw, Kuroo, you’re too nice.” “What can I say,” The boy grinned, already looking older despite high school graduation having been only a few hours ago. “Only the best for my babe.” “Maybe we should come up with a better pet name. That’s kind of basic, isn’t it?” He shrugged. “I guess it is. What are your ideas?”

To this, you didn’t have an answer. Kuroo had been calling you Babe for… a while — there wasn’t anything else you wanted to hear from him. Just not Babe.

And before you could convey any of this, Kuroo’s face was only inches away from yours, his hand on the back of your neck. “Maybe if I kiss you,” He suggested with a mischievous smile on his face, “You’ll come up with an idea.” “Bring it on—” Your proposition was interrupted by lips on yours, and for the millionth time, you were in your favorite place in the world. This was the beginning of the rest of your lives, wasn’t it?

And as you kissed Tetsurou Kuroo, you wondered how many more times you would kiss him.

No matter how many times those lips connected, you were confident that you would never, ever get tired of it.

Try again

“Ew! Don’t kiss me!” You laughed, faking more disgust than you held for him. Kuroo sighed dramatically, holding his hand to his head like a Shakespeare character. “What do you mean you don’t want kisses from your boyfriend?” He asked broken-heartedly, shutting his eyes tightly. “How rude, Sugar.”

“It’s because you’re all sweaty and gross,” You said, still laughing and taking a seat against an empty box to drink some water. Moving into your new house had been a task, to say the least, but Kuroo’s presence made it a lot more tolerable. You couldn’t wait to have that comforting presence with you every day in this new beautiful home. “I’ll be happy to kiss you once you take a shower.”

“That’s too long,” Kuroo pouted like a five-year-old, drawing out his vowels and sitting next to you, leaning against the same old cardboard box. “I wanna kiss you now.”

He was too cute when he was all whiny like this — despite the sweat covering every inch of exposed skin on his tall frame, you leaned in and pecked his lips. They were more moisturized than they’d been in high school, you noticed.

“Thank ya’, Sugar,” He said, beaming at you. “Love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too. Now, let’s finish this up so we can go take a shower.”

And again

Kuroo was crying, you were crying — but instead of waves of sadness and grief that you would usually feel in this situation, it was only warmth and happiness and love.

His sliding of the ring onto your left hand was sloppy because he was too excited to look at your face and kiss you. And as you kissed, his arm slipping around your waist to pull you closer to him, he couldn’t help his face breaking into a smile even though your lips were still firmly connected.

You were his.

He was yours.

And there, holding you in his arms kissing you — his fiance — like there was no tomorrow, he had never been prouder of the fact. You broke away the messy kiss — not because of the kiss itself, but more of the fact your tears had somewhat merged to create a weird flow of engaged couple tears that were now streaming down both of your faces. You looked at Kuroo — your fiance — and beamed.

“Tetsurou, I love you.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” Even though you had heard those words a million times, hearing Kuroo say them at that moment was the most beautiful sound ever to grace your ears. You couldn’t wait to have him say it to you a million more times, now that you had an engagement ring around your fingers.

And again

“You may now kiss the—” “C’mere!” Kuroo, the eager boy, was apparently too good to hear the officiant declare you officially his spouse and launched into you in a passionate, loving kiss. You squealed his name a few times, caught off-guard, but that died out into soft hums of satisfaction as you melted into the kiss. Kisses had always been something so unique, so sacred to your relationship — and now you were married. How was one to believe it?

“I love you,” He declared as soon as he pulled away, taking your wrist and holding it up like you were a wrestling champion. And to the whole room, he declared like it was a judge’s ruling, “(Y/N) and I are officially married, and I’m proud to call myself (Y/N)’s husband! I love (Y/N)!” “Tetsurou, you’re embarrassing me,” You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “Oh, grow up,” He rolled his eyes, collecting you into his arms and kissing you again. Then, before you could say anything at all, he took your hand and nearly yanked you down the aisle with him in a sort of dance.

“Tetsurou!” You started to scold, but he cut you off with another kiss on the lips, easily a few seconds.

“Can’t complain if I’m kissing you,” He said with a smirk. “Congratulations on having the best husband in the world.”

“You’re the worst,” You laughed as you caught up with his pace to sprint outside. “I love you!” “Happy wedding day, Sugar!”

And again

“(Y/N),” Kuroo said groggily, tugging on the leg of your sweatpants as you tried to slip out of bed without him noticing. The morning was new, sunlight casting an ethereal glow through the thin curtains of your bedroom you’d shared for years. Today was the fourth week you got to call Kuroo your husband, and you adored every single second of it.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” You said tiredly, rubbing your eyes. “Can you let go of my pants?” “No. Stay a little longer.” “I have to go to work, Tetsurou.”

It was a fact you didn’t like, but a fact that was true nonetheless — work was taking you away from your poor husband. But work was pretty significant, you’d say.

“Please?” Kuroo pleaded, using his puppy dog eyes that he wasn’t that good at, but you always melted for regardless. It was like an A for effort sort of thing. “Just a few more minutes, Sugar.” “Sorry,” You shook your head. “Gotta go to work.”

“Give me a goodbye kiss, then.” With no hesitation, you pinned his arms to the headboard and planted a kiss on his cracked, dry lips.

“Happy?” You asked, already pulling away before his strong arms broke your grip and wrapped around your back, pulling you onto his chest and making you collapse on it.

“Another one,” He demanded in a whisper. Rolling your eyes, you complied. “One more?” He asked. “Just for good measure.” “Tetsurou,” You whined irritably but kissed him again — a long kiss to keep him satisfied. This seemed to satisfy his need, and he leaned back as he watched you leave the room.

About an hour later, you were about to leave the house when you heard his tired voice from your bedroom, “Love you, Sugar. Have a good day at work.”

“Love you too, sweetheart!”

This was an excellent start to your day; you thought as you closed the front door behind you, the cold air embracing the skin that wasn’t covered by your work clothes. A perfect start.

And again

Kuroo was up in front of you like a puppy called to attention as soon as you entered the house, and he was quick to notice the muffle on your mood as you said a tired hello to him and collapsed on the couch, kicking off your work shoes.

“How was your day?” He inquired, sitting next to you and slipping an arm around your shoulders. His hand smelled like disinfectant wipes, you noticed. You sighed, shaking your head slowly. “Long.” “I can tell.” Affectionately, he lifted your arm to slip into your embrace and nuzzled into your shoulder. It had been years since you’d gotten to call Kuroo your husband for the first time, but you had never, ever gotten tired of the little things in your marriage — doting cuddles and tender kisses being high on the list of little things.

You were proud of your marriage and your relationship — not a day was boring with Kuroo, even after the initial stages of newlywed wore off. Every time you looked at his smile, or even just his face that was beginning to differ with age, you were reminded of how much you’d stuck on the line for this man. Honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Sorry you had a rough day, Sugar,” He murmured, planting kisses on your collarbone. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There wasn’t anything in particular. It was just… long, you know?” “Yeah. You’re probably tired, aren’t you?” “Super.” “Well, I made dinner for you,” He smiled. “I got hungry early, but you know I like to eat with you. So, when you want to eat, it’s ready.”

Silently you closed your eyes and thanked whatever deity had blessed you with this angel of a husband, of a person named Tetsurou Kuroo. And while your eyes were closed, he took the opportunity to kiss you.

Kuroo’s kisses tended to be hungry, full of need and want — this one was gentle, giving you the comfort you so desperately wanted. And, as he kissed you, you melted into his embrace.

You loved Tetsurou Kuroo so, so much. And, there, on that couch, you got a feeling that you hadn’t gotten since high school.

The world felt as if it was glowing pink.

And again…

Kuroo was still asleep next to you. As he breathed softly, you took note of his bedhead — all these years of marriage, and you’d never even seen him touch a comb.

You couldn’t fall asleep — insomnia had become a sad commonality for you, and tonight was another one of those sleepless nights. However, you were more than content just to watch your beautiful husband sleep the night away.

He was so perfect, and you loved him so much. You’d always loved him from the second you laid your eyes on him. Even if he hadn’t kissed you that one rainy evening, you’d still love him; even if he hadn’t given you that bouquet of pink roses and asked you to be his partner, you’d still love him; even if he hadn’t let you comfort him that night, you’d still love him; even if you hadn’t graduated high school together, you’d still love him; even if you hadn’t moved in together, you’d still love him; even if he hadn’t proposed to you, you’d still love him; even if he wasn’t as much as a devoted husband as he was, you’d still love him.

You loved Tetsurou Kuroo with your entire heart, and there was nothing in the universe that could change that.

“Tetsurou, I love you,” You whispered, running your hand along the cheek that wasn’t pressed against the pillow. “You’re perfect.”

His aged face twitched a little, which made you smile. And then, whispered, an almost inaudible, “I love you, (Y/N).”

That ever familiar warm glow filled your heart — pink. You were glowing pink; he was glowing pink; the whole world was glowing pink.

Like it was a prayer, you whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” over and over again — you counted in your head. Nine times over.

And there, holding Tetsurou Kuroo, your husband, your soulmate, the love of your life, in your arms — the pink world felt perfect.

#actual writing.💫#tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #kuroo fanfic #pink in the night #fkajsdhsaj this was so fun to write #even though it took me way too long pls

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maybebanks · 4 years

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Love, Not War

JJ Maybank x pogue! reader

based on outerbanks episode The Forbidden Zone where Rafe and Topper jump Y/n and Pope on a grocery run. If only it was possible to keep JJ from finding out

⚠️: assault and swearing

“Y/n what do you say?” Pope encouraged. He gave you an awkward smile, as his dad handed him a grocery bag for each hand.

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged, hopping on to Heyward boat.

“I promised delivery by this afternoon. Thanks, Y/n,” Heyward smiled.

“If she’s going then I’m comin’ too,” JJ added reaching out to Heyward as he gave JJ two bags, JJ lazily dropped them as if they were heavy.

“Rich people don’t want to wait for you lazy sons of.. Aw, thank you, JJ,” Heyward said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at JJ, he just smirked.

“Great,” you groaned.

“What? You think I’d let you get all the sweet tips?” JJ defended, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

You pushed him back, “get off of me. I’m sick of you following me around. I can literally never catch a break,”

JJ looked slightly offended, but he brushed it off, “I’m not following you. I just need the cash. Chill,”

“Pope?” You asked, “let’s get a move on,” you tried to ignore JJ. But you felt him closing in on you at any moment of independence. John B kept telling you that JJ just wanted to protect you. You had no idea why, and when you confronted JJ about it he just denied.

When you arrived at a Figure Eight dock, JJ hopped off and held out a hand for you, you reluctantly accepted.

“Alright so, there’s a few deliveries my dad already completed...” Pope mumbled.

JJ interrupted, “Just get on with it Pope, where do you want Y/n and I to deliver-“

“Wait hold up! I’m not going with you,” you said to JJ.

“Why not?” he asked, completely surprised.

“I’m going with Pope. We’ll take the golf course route, right? The one that we did last week,” you mentioned.

Pope nodded, “sure, Y/n,”

“Awe come on...Fine,” JJ groaned, “your loss,”

You felt relieved as you grabbed a carton of milk and a bag of groceries. Pope nodded you over to him and you both split off from JJ, saluting him goodbye.

You and Pope walked for about five minutes, “it doesn’t even look like the storm hit here,”

“Lucky kooks,” you muttered.

Before Pope could agree, you heard the all to familiar taunting of Rafe Cameron.

“Hey, what’s up guys? Y/n, lookin’ hot as ever! And Pope, why don’t you share some of those beers!” Rafe shouted. Approaching the both of you with Topper.

You and Pope tried to walk past them, but they blocked your path with their golf clubs, “how much for one of those beers?” Rafe chuckled, but he was serious.

When you opened your mouth, it was dry, and you couldn’t make a snarkey comeback.

“They’re not for sale,” Pope told them stepping back.

Rafe smirked and eyes you up and down. You ignored him and tried to continue walking.

Rafe then grabbed your shoulders, “Wait, wait, wait.”

“Rafe, we don’t want any trouble,” you said, pushing his hands off.

He scoffs, “don’t want any trouble? You here that, Top? Pogue Princess doesn’t want trouble!” Rafe joked. He called you pogue princess as a nickname since grade school.

“I’m serious, get out of our way,” you ordered, clinging tight to the bags of groceries in your hands.

“We just want some beers,” Topper said, pulling on what Pope was holding.

“These are already paid for!” Pope argued as he struggled with Topper.

Topper yanked them away from him, sending Pope tumbling in the sand, “you guys are frickin crazy!” He shouted.

“Pope!” You exclaimed as you stepped foreward to help him. As you reached over, Rafe stepped infront of you and swung his golf club in the air.

You flinched at the fact that he almost hit you and lost balance, falling away from Pope on the sand.

Rafe’s club collided with Popes back, and he yelled in pain.

Quickly you got up, “stop it, you asshole!” You screamed at Rafe, punching him in the face from the side.

He was taken aback for sure, but not harmed enough, “you think you can order us around, on our turf, pogue!”

He turned and shoved your shoulders, pushing you to the ground.

Then he stood over you, a foot on either side of your waist.

You groaned in pain as his shadow towered over you, “I never thought I’d get this chance,” he mumbled, looking down at you, studying your every feature.

You ignored him, looking over at Pope, topper wasn’t beating him anymore, but there was blood in his mouth.

While you were distracted, Rafe started to make a pass at you, his hands moved up your shirt, and groped your chest.

You squirmed, “what the-“ you fought against him. Creating a small wave of dust from the sand.

Rafe’s large hand caressed your cheek, “It’s gonna feel so good to get with Maybank’s girl,”

“Wha- I’m not his you bastard!” You screamed, punching his leg.

He laughed, then got down to his knees, trapping you beneath him.

“Get off!” You screamed, shoving against his shoulders. Rafe grabbed your wrists and pinned them by the sides of your head.

“Dirty ass pogue,” he spit.

“Shit!” Topper noticed your screaming and was surprised by what Rafe was doing, “Dude, what are you doing, man?!”

“Just...” he breathed, “having fun with my favorite Pogue!” He chuckled, moving one hand to lift your shirt.

You felt sick as the material slid up your waist.

“Rafe,” Topper said uneasily, “Rafe, man, knock it off!”

Rafe didn’t listen, and Pope was now starting to force himself to stand.

“Come on! Let’s go Rafe! Seriously!” Topper exclaimed.

Rafe looked at you again, then he scratched his neck and spit right down on you. And slowly stood up, joining Topper and grabbing his club.

“We don’t want you over here. You got that? Stay off figure eight pogues!” Rafe ordered, chuckling as Topper continued to tell him it was time to leave.

“See ya!” Rafe shouted, heading up the hill.

Topper was breathing heavily, he stared at you, still on the floor, as you fixed your shirt.

His mouth parted as if he was going to say something.

“Top, let’s go! Hey, let’s go!” Rafe shouted.

You struggled to control your breathing.

Topper glanced at Pope again before leaving. When they were finically out of sight, you got up to see Pope.

His cries were in pain and he was still lying on his back, you grabbed his head and told him to spit the blood out.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’ll be okay,” you grabbed his hat and put it on his head, then slowly helped him stand.

“Let’s just go home,” Pope said, putting his arm around you as you helped him walk back to the dock.

You were every bit as traumatized as him, but your solution was to bury it deep. Try not to dwell on it, at least until the time came. This wasn’t the best method to deal with your pain, but it was better than having everyone know about the sick bullshit you just went through.

You and Pope got to the boat, he sat in the drivers seat. Just staring off straight into space.

“Hey, start the boat,” you mentioned.

He didn’t want to talk much, “JJ,” was all he said.

“Shit,” you muttered. You didn’t want to see JJ right now. There were so many reasons.

“Pope, hey, Pope. You can’t tell JJ about this. Please. Okay? None of the Pogues. Not Kie or John B either,” you rambled.

Pope didn’t answer, but before you could insist, you flinched at the sudden sound of yelling.

“Y/n! Pope! You’re not going to belive what just happened to me! Whoo! That was the best 100 bucks I’ve ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it,” JJ exclaimed happily. He winked when he saw you sitting in the back, you just pursed your lips in response.

“What’s up with you?” JJ asked when Pope didn’t answer, “Bro, you good?”

Your heart ached to say something, to tell Pope to keep his mouth shut. But would that make you look even more suspicious?

JJ looked at you, and then back at Pope, leaning in closer and inspecting him, “Yo,” he paused, “what happened to your face, dude,” JJ asked, then he reached for Popes hat, covering part of the damage.

Pope tried to stop him, but JJ saw enough, “Jesus!” JJ expressed, looking at you now.

“What happened?” JJ demanded.

Pope’s eyes remained on the water.

JJ clenched his jaw. Looking from you to Pope again and again.

Before you could lie, say something, anything, Pope deadpanned, “Rafe and Topper jumped me,”

JJ looked back, his jaw still clenched. You could tell he was angry, “Did they get Y/n?” He asked Pope.

“They said no pogues on their side of the island,” Pope said, steering the boat towards home.

JJ scoffed, “Y/n are ya hurt?” JJ asked, stepping closer.

“No. I’m fine JJ. Back off,” you warned, getting up and moving to the open part of the boat.

JJ felt defeated, and angry, “you better not lie to me Y/n!” He shouted at you.

“Lie to you?! You’re the fucking liar!!” You screamed, only part of your volume getting lost in the wind.

“Me? ‘Fuck did I do?!” JJ shouted.

“If you hadn’t pulled that gun...” Pope started.

“You seriously gonna blame this shit on me! Yo, Topper was gonna drown-“ JJ retaliated.

Pope interrupted him, “Look, were not gonna talk about this now,”

JJ clenched his jaw, “This is war.”

You could’ve argued with JJ more, you wanted to know what he had done to convince Rafe that you were “Maybank’s girl”, but you closed the bottle your emotions lived in, and were silent the whole rest of the day.

You took a deep breath as you stared at JJ across from you.

The earlier events were playing in your mind like an endless loop. You knew Rafe’s motivation for doing it, but why did he call you “Maybank’s girl”? Why did he have to bring JJ into it? Did it have anything to do with the fact that recently JJ has been hovering over you like-

“Y/n what is up with you?” John B asked you as you sat on his couch, watching the pogues talk about whatever they usually did.

You shrugged, taking a drag of a blunt JJ made.

“Maybe JJ knows,” Kie suggests, tapping John B on the shoulder.

“Ugh,” you groaned, there was so much you wanted to say to JJ, or yell at him.

“JJ?” John B asked, pointing to you.

“Beats me. She’s been acting like a bitch ever since...uh ever since she called me a liar. She’s the one who’s lying! I mean look at her! Telling us she’s fine,” JJ tells him.

“God, JJ! You are such an asshole!” You screamed, getting up and throwing your hot blunt right at him.

“Jes- What the fuck? You can’t just throw a lit blunt at me!” JJ shouted.

“And YOU can’t go around telling people I belong to you!” You shouted, instantly regretting what you said.

“What the hell is happening?” Kiara pointed out.

“Who the fuck told you that?” JJ questioned, slightly softer now.

“No one. Whatever. I’m leaving,” you stated, heading towards the door.

“You’re just gonna walk away?!” JJ shouted.

“Yeah I am! I can’t deal with you right now,” you groaned, opening the door.

Instantly, JJ was beside you, he slammed the door closed, preventing you from leaving, “we need to talk,” he said.

“No we don’t. Let me go,” you pleaded, “I don’t have anything to say to you,”

JJ scoffed, looking away from you for support from the rest of the group.

“Y/n he’s gonna find out soon enough...” Pope interjected.

“Pope! Shut your mouth.” You demanded, at this, pope adjusted his hat in nervousness.

Kie looked at you with frustration, “stop taking out whatever your going through on us!”

“Fine! I’ll leave!” You exclaimed.

Shoving JJ harshly off of the door.

Taken aback, he stumbled. He looked extremely hurt, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. You opened the door, slamming it on the way out, and left the chateau.

You stopped at the pantry and grabbed something to drink before heading up to your room.

You were mad and needed to blow off some steam, being home alone helped that.

You sauntered up the stairs and opened the door to your room, it was dark in there so you turned backwards and found the light switch.

When you turned around, you practically screamed when you saw JJ on your bed.

“What the fuck,” you muttered, annoyed.

“I thought we needed to talk,” JJ started.

“Yeah and you also thought 9+10 was 19,” you joked, groaning as you collapsed on the bed next to where JJ was.

“Y/n I’m serious,” JJ added.

“So am I.” You responded.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s...what you meant before,” JJ stuttered, he didn’t really know exactly what he expected from this.

“You’re not listening,” you mumble.

“Fine. I’ll listen,”

“Okay. Then go. Leave me alone. I don’t need this. I’m sick of it. And you’re the fucking reas...okay just um please leave,”

“I’m not going to let you push us away. I’m staying. And I’ll be here, if you’ll talk to me,” JJ said kindly. He was almost pleading.

“I’m scared.” You blurted.

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed, “scared of what?”

You sat up, looking at the floor, “um..how you’ll react,”

“Y/n. What is it you need to tell me,” JJ says.

“Look...uh...have you been telling kooks that we’re dating, that I’m yours?” you asked, staring him directly in the eyes.

JJ broke the eye contact, “I thought...uh..I thought it would keep them off your back,”

“What?! Oh my god I’m gonna kill you! You’re such an idiot!” You groaned.

“Why?” He added a slight chuckle, “it worked didn’t it?”

You frowned, at that’s when JJ knew. Something was more wrong than what he thought.

“Who? Was it Rafe? It was wasn’t it! Today, with Pope! Rafe fucking hit you didn’t he!”

“JJ! Calm down! He didn’t,” you told him.

“No use in lying.” JJ stated.

“He just said some things. That’s all! I swear,” you plead.

“What’d he say? Hm?” JJ asked, clearly provoked.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you...”

“See the thing is...you didn’t fucking tell me anything!” JJ exclaimed.

“Fine! Okay. Calm down though,”

JJ nodded.

“He said “it’s gonna feel so good...to get with Maybank’s girl.” I- Idon’t know I don’t really remember,” you told JJ.

JJs mind went to all sorts of places, was it his fault. It was a protective mechanism, telling those kooks that you were his. But turns out it was just a way to get a rise out of him.

He could feel his heart rate quicken.

“JJ, hey, JJ please calm down. I’m right here. He didn’t get me. Topper didn’t let him,” you said.

“So...so he would’ve...he would’ve uh...” JJ trailed off, almost loosing breath, “Y/n he’s gonna pay for that. This war is not fucking over,”

“No. No JJ. Please stop. He didn’t do it. So you don’t have to worry. This isn’t an excuse to start another battle. You need to be done,” you demanded.

“I’m not going to be done! He tried! And I wasn’t there! I’m always there! And yet he still found a way,”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you suggested.

JJ took a sharp deep breath, “so what are you saying? You don’t want me around?”

“JJ...” you trailed off.

You saw JJ’s eyes water, he then blinked rapidly, and threw his red hat over his head as a distraction.

Once he blinked all the tears away, he stood up.

“Wait...don’t-don’t leave,” you sighed, grabbing his bicep gently.

“I have something to do anyway,” he shrugged your hand off, walking out the door.

You wanted to say something again, to call after him, but the only sound that came out was a sob. And you fell to the floor, a hand pressed against the cold bedroom door.

JJ could only hear his footsteps as he walked against the pavement, or rather, individually arranged stones, it was a kook house after all.

JJs mind wasn’t clear, he didn’t exactly know why he was at Toppers door. He just hoped he could get more of an explanation than he did from you.

Toppers mother answered the door, “Can I help you?” She asked impatiently.

“I need to talk to Topper. Is he home?” JJ asked.

The woman eyed him up and down. Judging his outfit and his demeanor.

“I will send him out,” she muttered, slight disgust in her tone.

JJ shuffed in his boots while he waited. And when the door opened again, and he saw Toppers gelled blond head, his eyes lit up.

“What do you want?” Topper demanded, his arms folded over his chest, “you got a lot of nerve comin’ here, man,”

“We need to talk. You need to tell me exactly what the hell happened to Y/n today,” JJ asserted.

“Aw look dude, I had no idea Rafe was gonna do that, man. I swear on my life,” Topper assured.

“What. Happened.” JJ persisted.

“Rafe just got on top of her and shit. She was violated for sure. But I stopped him before he did anything serious,” Topper explained.

“So...uh...you stopped him from touching her?” JJ asked, surprising Topper by how much he cared.

“Yeah man, I know she’s like your girl and stuff, Rafe was being a dick honestly,”

“This kind of thing won’t happen again,” JJ threatened, before quickly turning his back and leaving The Eight.

JJ sat on a rock near the swampy wasteland John B’s place over looked.

Kie approached him, “hey...I know things are not going well with Y/n. And I know you love her-“

“I don’t want to hear it Kiara. I just want to think,”

“About what?”

“About what I’m going to say to Y/n. I don’t even know where to start. I mean..do I apologize? And for what?”

“Oh,” Kie paused, “I think you should just be there for her. Don’t push her, just be yourself. But you know...less um protective,”

“I don’t want her to tell me what to do. I know if I go over there she’s gonna try and stop me from kicking Rafe’s ass,” JJ groans.

“Maybe she has a good reason,” Kie supported.

“Just talk to her, okay? Just be there for her. She needs you,”

“She doesn’t make it seem that way,” JJ groaned.

“It’s because she’s a lot like you. Hiding her pain. You’re the perfect person for her. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Invisible String

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k (excluding lyrics)

Request: Could I please request a stiles x reader fic based on the song ‘invisible string’ by Taylor swift? Maybe a soulmate au if you’re comfortable with that?

a/n: hello! I hope you guys enjoy this! I don’t even know if I like this but y’knowww...Also this is technically a soulmate AU as it mentions the tug on a string (like the red string soulmate AU) but it isn’t actually said like “we’re soulmates”

Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park I used to think I would meet somebody there Teal was the color of your shirt When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop You used to work at to make a little money

You should have been watching where you were going but you weren’t. It had been a bad day, one filled with a bad shift at your part-time job, forgetting about the homework you were supposed to hand in and now had an after-school detention tomorrow and the fact you got in a fight with one of your friends.

Grumbling, you walked on with a slightly stomp against the concrete pavement, eyes gazing down at your shoes with the yogurt in your hand gripped tightly. Yet it didn’t stay in your hand for long as you hit against something.

The yogurt was now all over his top, making you both jerk back in surprise, barely noticing the tug you felt on your pinky.

“I am so sorry!” You gushed, running to him as you scrambled to get a napkin out of your pocket. However, he wasn’t looking at you, and instead, he looked down at the damage the collision had done on his shirt.

“It’s alright,” He murmured as you anxiously scrambled to take most of the yogurt off. Noticing that you weren’t stopping, he put his hand over yours and gave it a small squeeze, “It’s alright, don’t worry about it.”

Your eyes met his and all panic left your mind. His eyes were enrapturing, deep hazel gazing down at you softly, both maintaining eye contact. Everything seemed to blur out as you focused solely on his eyes without embarrassment. You felt no bad emotions at all as you stood there, and any that were there beforehand were washed away by the deep hazel you gazed into.

People passed mindlessly but you both stood there, soft smiles adorning both of your faces as the boy spoke, “I’m Stiles by the way.”

Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me? Ooh

The grass below you ticked on your legs, and the bright sundress you were wearing did nothing to protect them. You gazed up at the hazel you had become so familiar with, the book you had been reading moments before being abandoned on the grass.

Beams of sunlight filtered down on the both of you, the heat of the sun surrounding you both as he rambled on about one of the comics he had been reading. You bit down on a piece of fruit that you had packed for the picnic you guys had been having as he talked, smiling at how passionately he rambled. You loved listening to his rambling, it ignited a fire inside of him that fascinated you and no matter what he talked about, you were always interested because you knew it was important to him.

This wasn’t your first date, but it was your first official date with Stiles. Sure, you guys had hung out a little during the first part of the summer, and had talked a lot over text but as it reached the end of summer Stiles finally asked you on a date. That leads you to where you were, play fighting with Stiles on the grass before you rolled over, clutching on to Stiles as you rolled down the hill together. You let out a playful and happy squeal as you fell, Stiles holding you closer to his body.

The breath was knocked out of your body when you landed at the bottom, Stiles on top of you as you looked at him with wide eyes. You didn’t know how to breathe as you continued to stare up at him, hair splayed over the grass below you as Stiles made no effort to try and get off of you.

What he did do, however, was lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab On your first trip to LA You ate at my favorite spot for dinner Bold was the waitress on our three year trip Getting lunch down by the lakes She said I looked like an American singer

It was crazy. You never thought about the future’s possibilities much, but now that you were here, on your third anniversary, you couldn’t help but smile.

It had been a lovely evening, you guys had eaten at a fancy restaurant and had the most amazing food before taking a stroll in a nearby park. It was filled with pretty cherry blossom trees, hedges at either side of the pathways, and a large fountain in the middle. Your fingers were interlocked with his as he gently dragged you along to a bench, sitting down beside you.

Eyes gazing up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, a smile lit up your face. Your head lay against his shoulder, fingers still interlocked with yours whilst you rambled on about how pretty the sky was.

Yet, Stiles' eyes weren’t on the sky, instead, they were gazing down at you with such tender care and love that melted your heart. You caught his gaze as your eyes flickered over to his, making you murmur, “What? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” He whispered back lowly, his gaze not moving off of you as you turned your body to be able to look at him better, “I just want you to know that I love you.”

Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me? OohA string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you

The room was quiet as your eyes opened, a silent yawn coming out of your mouth. Your hair was tousled, palms of your hands rubbing the sleep away from your eyes whilst you tried your best to look around the room despite the darkness. Your eyes met the sleeping figure beside you and you smiled.

Stiles. Your boyfriend. Your caring, nerdy and loving boyfriend. He was unlike anyone that you ever met, a certain adoration for him infesting your chest as you thought about one of the most important men in your life.

Up until you met Stiles you hadn’t had much luck in the dating field. Between boys cheating, you slowly falling out of love and relationships that just weren’t meant to be you were never met with the sheer love that Stiles gave you. He gave you good morning kisses, sweet texts during the day if he hadn’t seen you, he made you laugh, and if you needed to, he would let you cry to him. He was always there for you, and you would always be there for him.

He was the one for you. And you were the one for him and as you stared down at him, you realized just how much you were willing to risk for him. You were willing to risk everything.

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind For the boys who broke my heart Now I send their babies presents Gold was the color of the leaves When I showed you around Centennial Park Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies And it's cool, baby, with me And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me? Ooh Hee Ooh

The music played loudly as silence filled the room, all eyes on the two of you as you swayed to the music. A white dress adorned your figure, a suit on his whilst your head lay against his chest. His arms were hooked around your figure and landed on the back of your hips, your arms splayed over his shoulders.

Smiles lit up both of your faces as you held each other close, everyone smiling at the two of you and how deeply you guys fell for each other. Even in married couples, it was very rare to be just as enamored and in love with each other as you and Stiles were with each other. You guys were made for each other; even in high school, everyone knew that you guys were going to get married.

That’s what led you to this moment, a white dress, rings and two “I do’s” later you were having your first dance with him. His dad and friends that he often referred to as 'his pack' watching as well as family and friends of your own watching you with sheer happiness for the two of you.

Your eyes looked up to his hazel, the hazel you loved so incredibly much when you lifted your head off of his chest.

“I love you too.”

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x y/n #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf reader #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader

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Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?

God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.

Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.

Cassia’s fics:

Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

hypnic jump

Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.

Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)

Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)

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Kestrel’s fics:

Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)

Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.

All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.

Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.

(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)

triskelion

A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.

While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.

Permanently.

Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.

the meaning of hope

One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.

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Lilly’s fics:

Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly

“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”

The boy blinks. “The what?”

Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.

Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅

The Root to Villainy

Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.

Whoops?

~~~

Dance’s fics:

Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen

“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.

“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.

Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.

Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.

grow as we go

The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.

They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.

She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.

“I’m not ready.”

Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.

~~~

Azure’s fics:

A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy

Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.

Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.

Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.

Not that he's aware of it, of course.

A Missed Chance

Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.

But this isn’t that universe.

Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?

~~~

Alice’s fics:

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)

“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.

Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.

But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.

~~~

Ely’s fics:

bend and break by @queenangst (x)

In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.

draw and quarter

In District Twelve, no one volunteers.

When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.

He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.

Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.

damage control

After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.

Between the Wind and the Water

Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.

It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.

a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)

Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]

"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."

Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.

For the two of them, it's an opportunity.

A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.

of the mighty heart

It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.

...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.

After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.

And then there's Kacchan.

~~~

Fawn’s fics:

Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)

In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.

Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)

It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.

~~~

Nez’s fics:

The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)

Toshinori is caught in a time loop.

~~~

Aodh’s fics:

new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)

Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,

Izuku tenses, this is-

This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-

The Nomu.

One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.

Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.

~~~

Ghost’s fics:

fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)

There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.

Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.

“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Precisely.”

Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.

The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.

As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.

~~~

Amira’s fics:

And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)

AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON

AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload Okay, let’s talk HeroCon.

Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.

Enter HeroCon:X.

A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

~~~

Aaaaaand that’s all I got. Thanks for making it to the end!

#bnha #bnha fic #fic rec #fic rec list #fic rec masterpost #nova talks #all my friends in one post. sniffle #most of em anyway #not sure what to tag this so. ill hit send!#forgot too tag this as an ask rip #anonymous #ask

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take me as i am

chapter 6: fell in love in the only way i knew

Here it is, the latest chapter! It’s only been….forever? I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long because I wasn’t quite sure how to finish it off, but I finally figured it out. This one focuses on the sweet, with some minor suggestive content. The song I referenced is Q&A by Kishi Bashi, and I’m absolutely obsessed with it! Also, is it even a story about Higgs if there isn’t a part where he plays guitar? 😂

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A well-worn blanket, a pack of beers, and a guitar. That’s what was strapped onto Leo’s back. The guitar was awkward, but she’d be damned if she hadn’t carried worse cargo. And besides, Higgs had promised her, with a chuckle, that he’d play for her if she managed to carry it all the way to their destination, of which, was now within view of the two former porters. Out of the corner of her eye, Leo caught Higgs giving her a side glance, smirking. She rolled her eyes, flipped him off, and grinned, trekking forward.

Higgs had to hand it to Leo, the girl had some real grit. It was one of the many reasons why he was smitten with her. She reminded him of himself, and she carried that spark in her that he had misplaced long ago. Higgs mused to himself, thinking about how she was helping him find that spark again. Life had a funny way of placing into his hands the very thing he never dared to dream would come into his life. He could still see his daddy sneering down at him, telling him all the lies that shattered his young child’s heart. The scars still remained, littering his body like constellations. Each one formed the story of a boy wincing at the sound of a cracking belt, a boy covering his face with his arms as tears silently fell, a boy tending to burn marks in the cover of the night. A boy that grew up believing he was as ugly and worthless as his daddy was.

Despite that, Higgs was starting to come around on the concept that maybe he wasn’t as ugly of a person as he was led to believe. If it were true, then why the hell would Leo be with him? Maybe she was batshit crazy to be with him, the thought had crossed his mind more than a few times. But regardless, he was happy that she chose to stick with him. He remembered the night that he finally revealed his scars to Leo, she held him close, placing gentle kisses on each one, eyelashes glistening with fragments of tears. He didn’t know what she saw in him, but he definitely knew what he saw in her. As Leo coughed, Higgs was brought back to the present moment as he focused his attention and realized that Leo’s orange eyes were peering curiously into his own blues.

“What’re you thinking about, babe? You’ve been staring off like that ever since we passed the hot springs.” Higgs smiled gently in response, then chuckled. “I’m thinking about the fuckin’ food I’ve been carrying on my back for the last half hour. I’m starving!”

Leo scowled at him, teasingly smacking his toned upper arm.

“Dammit, Higgs, didn’t you eat right before we left? Where the hell do you store all that food?”

Higgs turned a mischievous eye to her as he patted her head, the height difference becoming strikingly apparent.

“Well, darlin’, you tell me where you think I store it all.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall.”

“And it’s not mine that you’re adorably short. I’m so glad we’ve had this conversation, but now I’m gonna eat something.”

“No, Higgs, just-just wait a second! Look, that’s the spot right there!”

Leo quickened her pace just a little, walking down the slight hill to a spot next to the riverbank. Small, white flowers grew in the lush grass, giving the area an aura of safety. This portion of the valley hadn’t seen timefall for quite some time, yet had a consistent supply of river water, which led to a unique ecosystem developing. Fauna had begun to return to the valley floor, birds chirped in the taller grass, and small deer ran in the woods where Homo Demens had once declared their base. Higgs still shuttered to think about his time there, as infrequent as it was. Surrounded by men who were just as delusional as he had been, who sought to bring about the same thing he had wanted. As he glanced over to the woods with the ghosts of his past, he let out a sigh of relief knowing that they hadn’t succeeded in their goals. He never would have been here with Leo, watching life return to the mountain base. It almost reflected his own healing, and he wryly smirked at the thought.

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The sun was setting as Leo and Higgs reveled at their picnic spread, the worn Bridges blanket hosting a multitude of food items. Higgs couldn’t even begin to figure out where Leo had sourced it all from. She stood there, hands on hips, grinning at the selection. She was resourceful, and Higgs knew that the local preppers gave her gifts on occasion, but some of the stuff was unheard of. Chocolate? Fresh fruit? Those words alone would have caused Mules to come running from across the region to have a go at claiming it as their own. A wave of satisfaction and pride spread throughout Higgs as he thought about his partner’s success, and the fact that she chose to share it with him. He knew he was one lucky bastard.

The meal consisted of attempts at trying to throw bits of food in each other’s mouths, a few delectable favorites hand fed to the other followed by laughter, and one episode of Leo rolling her eyes when Higgs blew right through an entire loaf of fresh bread that she had procured all the way from the Timefall Farm. The light in the sky changed from yellow to orange, and now bathed the valley in soft shades of lavender as mist slowly filled the basin. Leo gasped as the flicker of a firefly appeared near them, low to the grass, but unmistakable in its glow. One after the other appeared, and soon, Leo and Higgs were surrounded by a field of light. Higgs unwrapped his arms from where he had been holding Leo as they watched the light show, and leaned over to grab the unforgotten guitar from the case. He knew Leo had been waiting for this moment with much patience. Her bright eyes, made even more orange by the fireflies, flickered with anticipation.

“Now don’t get your hopes up. It’s been a long time since I’ve played one of these things, and, well…you never know.” Higgs messed with the tuning, strumming until he seemed satisfied, a peaceful smile washing over his face. Leo, despite his protestations, had always thought Higgs attractive. But now, here in his element, surrounded by the glow of the evening and hair falling over his face, with his blue eyes shining, she thought he was absolutely beautiful.

Higgs broke the silence with a hesitant strum, getting the feel for the strings, forming a melody. It was a full, warm sound, and reverberated in Leo’s heart. Higgs looked up at her as he played, beaming.

“It’s somethin’ I heard on the network the other day. I think you were humming to it, and it kinda reminded me of you.”

He continued playing, and Leo laid on her back, folding her hands underneath her head as she listened. The stars twinkled in the sky, something she would never take for granted after a lifetime of chiralium-filled skies.

“You are the answer to my question

You are my accomplice in a crime…”

Leo sat up and looked over at Higgs, a smile breaking out on her face as she processed that Higgs was singing to her. He was absolutely beaming as he sang, the happiest she had ever seen him.

“You are my wing woman and did I mention

We were together in another life?”

Higgs wasn’t one to vocally voice his emotions, Leo knew that. He showed them through actions, through caring touches, hands on the small of her back, fingers gently moving strands of hair, lips whispering on skin in the dark of the night. Leo was surprised when she felt drops fall on her arms. She hadn’t realized she was crying. Higgs looked up at her, eyes earnestly exploring her own. He held her gaze as he sang the next line.

“…in that dream, you probably were my wife.”

With a final strum, the notes gave way to the quiet noise of the night. Crickets chirped, wind gently caressed the two bodies, and the nearby stream bubbled. Higgs set the guitar down next to him on the blanket, and Leo could see he had a hint of blush on his cheeks. Leaning over, slowly and softly, Higgs reached out and caressed Leo’s face. Thumb running over her cheek, over her lips. He wanted to take in every bit of her that he could. Blue eyes met golden eyes, each hungrily taking the other’s features in. Higgs moved in closer until his nose brushed against hers, lips a breath away. Leo closed the distance, softly kissing him, brushing her fingers against his neck, then running them into his hair. He gave a hum of pleasure at the motion, and broke the kiss, only to rest his forehead against hers.

“Leo, I-I love you…I know I don’t say it much, but I do. I really fuckin’ do. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and…I don’t deserve you. I just don’t—“ Leo cut him off with a finger to his lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Higgs, please….please listen to me. I want you to know that every morning, you’re the first thing I think about. When I open my eyes, you’re the only thing I want to see. At night, I want the feeling of you holding me to be what stays with me as I fall asleep.” Leo couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as she earnestly gazed into his eyes, and she gave a laugh amidst them. “I want to live a thousand lifetimes with you by my side, and….I never want anyone to take your place. Higgs Monaghan, I love you. I fucking love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my everything.”

The next moment found Higgs and Leo tangled in one another, clothing rapidly abandoned. Tender hands grasping to bring the other closer still, lips writing their own unique love stories on skin. Hands running through hair, hands running down hips, hands staking claim on bodies that willingly offered. Passionate prayers left Higgs’ lips and spread to the sky, prayers offered up at the alter of Leo’s body. Higgs was by no means religious, but at that moment, he found god in the form of the woman gasping his name from underneath him.

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Lying under the stars with nothing between them and the balmy night air, the two wrapped up in the blanket. Leo rested her head in the crook of Higgs’ shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, placing his chin on the top of her head. The night was peaceful, and Leo had never felt safer than she did in Higgs’ embrace. The rise and fall of his chest, rhythmic and soothing, quickly lulled her to sleep. As he lie there, drowsily watching the stars twinkle and absentmindedly rubbing Leo’s shoulder, he thought about how his life led him to this point. How this woman, making soft sighs as she slept, accepted him and loved him with an incredible fierceness, showing him a facet of life he had never known. In that moment, as night in the valley settled and he drifted off to sleep, Higgs knew that for the first time ever, he had a long life to look forward to.

#don’t look at me #i’m not crying #I AM NOT CRYING #Higgs x Leo #higgs monaghan #death stranding #death stranding fanfic #slight smut #My writing #death stranding oc #take me as i am #Leo x Higgs

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let-this-ship-sink-already · 3 years

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Tearing down the Tomdaya timeline, created by "Spidermaninlove" - Part 2 (2017)

I am not using evidence or "proof", which is OUT THERE, to show that this timeline is only based on the emotions/opinions of its creator and is therefore falsely claimed as a fact. I am using common sense to explain the dynamic between the two co-workers/friends that are Tom Holland and Zendaya.

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January 28-31, 2017

Tom, Haz, and Jacob post photographs taken in Z’s apartment in NY. Z snaps the boys playing cards in her apartment. On 1/29 Tom visits Z on her Covergirl photo shoot. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out.

When asked on 1/29 why he is in NY, Tom tells a fan he is visiting his girlfriend. -> I looked into this for a bit, because for Tomdaya stans, this is the one moment that gives it all away *dramatic sigh*. The original fan picture is no longer available, so I’m going to add a screenshot posted by Spidermaninlove.

When referring to the girlfriend Tom mentioned, the fan says “There are pictures of her online.“. How would the fan know THAT if Tom mentioned only having a girlfriend? Or did Tom tell him „You can find her online.“, which I doubt. And if the fan believed Zendaya‘s the girlfriend Tom referred to, why wouldn’t he say so? He surely knows Zendaya if he knows about Tom being Spiderman. It’s just a weird encounter and raises more questions than it answers. IF you can take the fans word for it that THAT is what Tom said to him.

They were also spotted by fans outside a theater on 1/29. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

On 1/31, Tom is photographed leaving Z’s apartment building with his luggage.

Tom tweets paparazzi photo of himself exiting Z’s apartment building.

Tom posts a video of himself and Haz at the airport and their departure. Haz tweets Z thanking her for putting them up and putting up with them over the weekend.

Tom posts another paparazzi photo of himself leaving Z’s apartment as his profile photo on his Twitter account.

Note: Posting paparazzi photos on social media is what Z calls “damage control”. -> Again, no one knows what Zendaya considers damage control. To me it looks like Tom was trying to drop his location before paparazzi could - to give himself control. Also, no one takes their assistant/best friend to go see their girlfriend.

February 12, 2017

Tom in London for the BAFTAs. Z congratulates Tom on social media for his Rising Star BAFTA award. -> Co-workers/friends supporting one another. A little side note: At the BAFTA, Tom was seen with Ella Purnell. They were spending the evening together after the ceremony and ended up at a private party at Tom‘s hotel afterwards. Tomdaya shippers seem to ignore that fact.

March 3, 2017

Tom in LA filming a Dell commercial. ->IRRELEVANT INFO

March 4-5, 2017

Z snapped herself with Tom and company at the cinema watching the Spider-man Homecoming trailer, and also at the Cheesecake Factory. A theater employee said Tom paid for Z’s movie snacks and that the two were playing around while she rang up their purchases. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

March 7, 2017

Tom in LA staying at the London Hotel. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

March 15, 2017

Haz tweeted the boys are back in town with a photo of Tom and Jacob. Haz also posted a photo of Tom driving in the LA area. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out. IRRELEVANT INFO.

Z snapped, your sick girlfriend really loves you, and immediately deleted the snap. -> Now this is another huge moment for Tomdaya shippers *dramatic sigh*. My opinion: Tom, from what we know, never had a Snapchat, at least not a public one, so why would Zendaya accidentally post a Snapchat she meant to send her boyfriend Tom, who doesn’t even have Snapchat? Making it seem like the Snapchat was for Tom is an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

March 19, 2017

Z and Tom spotted together in LA at a restaurant. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out.

March 28, 2017

Tom photographed with fan while he was visiting the set of KC Undercover. -> Co-worker/friends supporting one another.

March 29, 2017

Z liked Tom’s tweet: Favourite question of the day. “Is spider-man a sex symbol? ABSOLUTELY HAHAHA -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

March 30, 2017

Tom with Z at Choreo Carnival -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

April 1, 2017

Tom and Z filmed promos. Tom plays with Noon on Z’s snap. -> Co-workers/friends working together.

April 2, 2017

Tom and Z filmed Lip Sync Battle (LSB) (aired May 7, 2017). Z appeared jealous when Chrissy said she wanted to live out her upside-down Spidey kiss fantasy, until John Legend appeared to fulfill Chrissy’s fantasy, and then Z was all smiles. Z filmed LSB behind the scenes for her app which included lots of adorable interaction between Z and Tom. -> Jealous Zendaya, all smiles Zendaya and adorable interaction are an INTERPRETATION. Co-workers promoting a movie together.

April 3, 2017

Haz tweeted leaving LA. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

April 22, 2017

Haz tweeted in LA -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

April 23, 2017

Spider-man interview in LA. Both Tom and Z are interviewed. -> Co-workers working together.

April 25, 2017

Zendaya fan tweeted that she had seen Z several times that week at Tom’s hotel in LA. -> Co-workers/friends working/hanging out together IF truly happened.

May 5, 2017

During the press tour in Brazil, an interviewer asks Tom if he has found his Liz Allan. Tom’s response was, “Have I found my own Liz Allan? Uh yeah, I guess so, kind of, I may have, yeah, maybe, sort of.” -> Making this statement about Zendaya is an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

May 7, 2017

Z and Tom attend the MTV Movie and TV Awards. They debuted a new Spider-man trailer, sat together, and appeared to be in their own little world. -> Co-workers promoting a movie together. Appearing to be in their own world is an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

May 9, 2017

Tom on the Ellen show. Tom and Z spotted at The Grove in LA where they watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. They were also seen eating at a restaurant together. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

May 14, 2017

Z takes private jet to Oakland for Mother’s Day. Tom appears to be in a Snapchat video taken at Z’s grandmother’s house. -> "Appears to" is an ASSUMPTION.

May 28, 2017

Tom back in LA and appears on Jimmy Kimmel. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Note: Tom attended a Knicks/Warriors game on January 31, 2016 – before it was announced Z landed a role in Spider-man Homecoming. He also attended a Lakers game on March 17, 2017. While on Jimmy Kimmel, it wasn’t the most recent basketball game that Tom attended, but the Warriors (Z’s favorite team) game that he talked about. -> IRRELEVANT INFO. Also, no one knows how many games in between he has attended. Making it about Zendaya is an ASSUMPTION.

May 29, 2017

Haz tweets photo of himself in the California hills. It appears to be the area where Z likes to hike. -> IRRELEVANT INFO. Making it about Zendaya is an ASSUMPTION.

May 30, 2017

Tom in LA for Facebook Live and Yahoo Movies interviews. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

June 1, 2017

Tom doing Infinity War reshoots with RDJ in LA today. Posts on IG it’s his birthday and thanks his fans. He also posts about watching the Baby Driver screening. Haz tweets a photo of this screening as well. When asked by interviewers what he did for his birthday, Tom said he was in bed by 9:00 p.m. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Z wishes Tom a happy birthday on IG and Twitter. -> Co-workers/friends supporting one another.

June 2, 2017

Haz tweets he has a free day in LA. Where is Tom? -> IRRELEVANT INFO. Making it about Tom being with Zendaya is an ASSUMPTION.

Note: Both Tom and Z were curiously silent on social media on Friday, June 2. -> Making it seem like they were silent due to being together and Haz having a day off is an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

June 4, 2017

Z’s niece’s birthday. There is some speculation as to whether or not Tom can be heard in Deja’s snaps during the party. -> Speculations are speculations.

June 5, 2017

Tom departs LA for Singapore. Article published in which Z interviews Tom. -> IRRELEVANT INFO/CO-workers promoting a movie together.

June 10, 2017

Tom departs Singapore for Paris. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

June 12-13, 2017

Z and Tom in Paris for press tour. They were holding hands during an interview. -> Co-workers promoting a movie together. *dramatic sigh* They were holding hands - something that was stated by a french reporter, who, of course, did not take a picture when he had a chance to out them as a couple. A reporter, who surely did not have the intention of creating some buzz around the interview or his work place. (Note the sarcasm.) This encounter is made up. Why would two people, who are believed to hide a relationship, hold hands in a public setting?

While in Paris, doing separate interviews, Z was lurking on a Tom Holland fan account on Instagram. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Tom, Haz, Z, and Darnell attend a show together while in Paris. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

June 14, 2017

Z and Tom in Madrid. Our favorite duo have a “Stealing hearts since…” Twitter war based on photos taken during the press tour in Madrid. Tom and Z share some loving glances and tender moments while being photographed together in Madrid. -> Co-workers working/promoting a movie together. “Sharing loving glances and tender moments“ is an INTERPRETATION.

June 15, 2017

Tom Will Smith’s Z during the press tour in London. Several tender moments and heart eyes are exchanged. -> Co-workers working/promoting a movie together. “Tender moments and heart eyes“ is an INTERPRETATION.

June 16, 2017

Tom and Z in a store in London looking at Spider-man merchandise. Both attend private screening of Spider-man Homecoming in London for Tom’s friends and family. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together/promoting a movie together.

June 17-19, 2017

Tom and Z in Barcelona. Z snaps Tom singing along with Mario and Z’s duet of Let Me Love You while Z and Tom are sitting in a hotel room together. Tom catches Z snapping him, jumps down from his perch on the windowsill, and it appears he may have tackled her. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

Tom adopts Z’s YSL leather jacket. Z snaps Tom wearing the jacket, and calls him a “theif”. She also snaps Tom several times while singing and dancing in a vehicle they’re both traveling in. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

More tender moments and loving glances are shared during a press tour photo shoot. -> INTERPRETATIONS.

June 20, 2017

Z in NY on Sway in the Morning. During the interview, Z mentions she just got off the phone with Tom, and discusses her position on relationships. “Some things don’t need the validation of the world… It’s up to you if you decide to go public and do things like that… but for me I’d rather just keep it to myself. Also, people’s opinions and thoughts and stuff and when that gets into a relationship that just makes… you just need two people in a relationship, not millions, so, I’d rather just keep it to myself.” -> Making Zendaya‘s statement about Tom is an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

June 24-25, 2017

Spider-man Homecoming cast press tour in NY including Tom and Z. Several adorable interviews come out during this press tour. Z and Tom exchange teasing remarks and adoring glances. -> Co-workers/friends promoting a movie together. „Adorable interviews, adorable glances“ are INTERPRETATIONS.

June 28, 2017

Z and Tom attend the Los Angeles premiere of Spider-man Homecoming and the after party. -> Wow, really? It‘s as if they are in said movie together and need to promote it? (Note the sarcasm.) Co-workers promoting a movie together.

June 30, 2017

It appears Z dropped off Tom and company at LAX. -> ASSUMPTION. If true, co-workers/friends supporting one another.

July 4, 2017

Z is in Paris and Tom is in LA. Tom posts a photo of himself, Z, Haz, Jacob and Harry at the Escape Hotel in Los Angeles. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

July 6, 7, 8, 2017

On July 7, Tom, Z, and Haz watch Spider-man Homecoming at a theater in LA. Z and Tom are photographed by fans wearing matching Spider-man hoodies, that Z bought at Target, at a theater on July 8 where they watched Spider-man Homecoming again. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

Tom goes hot spinning with Z’s mom, Claire, on July 7 at 6 a.m. Z is there but did not participate. Z snaps Tom as he’s coming out of the spin class and beams when she sees him. Tom is spent, but is all smiles for Z. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together. Tom being “all smiles“ for Zendaya is an INTERPRETATION.

July 13, 2017

People.com reported Tom and Z are dating.

Z addresses on Twitter People’s claim that the two are dating but neither she nor Tom deny it. -> Tom and Zendaya are on Twitter a day after and decide to make fun of the article. Spidermaninlove makes the INTERPRETATION that, while they make fun of the article, they both don’t say „No, we are not dating“ and are in fact dating instead.

Tom’s uncle, Paul Holland, retweeted a Tomdaya dating announcement, and in doing so, confirmed their relationship. -> If truly happened, Tom‘s uncle retweeting that, would not be a CONFIRMATION. This piece of „evidence“ raises questions. How do you know Tom‘s uncle and his IG? How do you know whether Tom is close to his uncle? Maybe he thought it was true because he had not been talking to Tom in a while?

July 16, 2017

Tom in LA for the D23 Expo. Z photographed by fans at a hotel where she is staying in LA. -> Tom and Zendaya are both in LA is the info, I’m guessing? IRRELEVANT.

July 17, 2017

Paparazzi catches Z and Tom together in Tom’s car in LA. No friends, family, or personal assistants are in the car with them. It appears Noon is on the backseat. Z immediately Snapchats the story.

Note: Damage control. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together. “Damage control“ is once again an ASSUMPTION.

August 8, 2017

During an interview with Variety, Z denies dating Tom. -> *dramatic sigh*

August 18 - 20 (Weekend)

Tom filming Chaos Walking in Montreal. Tom MIA during the weekend – Haz spotted and photographed without Tom. -> Putting Tom and Zendaya together because Tom was MIA and Haz was spotted alone is an INTERPRETATION/ASSUMPTION.

Z flew on a private jet to what appears to be Montreal to see Tom for the weekend. -> ASSUMPTION.

September 1, 2017

Z’s birthday. Tom posts pics from the same Spider-man photo shoot Z used for his birthday post. Tom states: “Miss you” and Z replies with “Shawty” and a heart emoji. -> Co-workers/friends supporting one another.

September 21, 2017

Z snaps a scary pic of herself in a KC Undercover statue costume stating, I just tried to call you a billion times. Tom posts a photo of himself on IG with the caption: Yours -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Analysis: Are these two posts related? You be the judge. -> INTERPRETATION.

September 29 - October 1, 2017

Tom was MIA over the weekend and Z was quiet most of the day on Saturday. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Saturday evening Z snapped two catered courses along with the chef and his assistant who were present in her kitchen. The snap showed five plates in total on Z’s kitchen island counter. Darnell had two friends over at Z’s house earlier that day. They were in Z’s pool and were playing with Noon, but Z wasn’t with them. When Z snapped the catered food, it appears she is alone with the chef and his assistant. The chef posted on his IG account both courses that Z snapped plus a dessert, but the second course was slightly different from the one Z posted in that it had meat while the one Z snapped was vegetarian, but otherwise it was the same in presentation and appearance. Note: Z is a vegetarian, but Tom isn’t. -> IRRELEVANT INFO. Trying to tie Tom and Zendaya together in this is far fetched and an ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

Tom wasn’t seen or photographed in Las Vegas this weekend (Haz was in Vegas all weekend for his step-brother’s bachelor party). -> IRRELEVANT INFO. His absence doesn’t put him together with Zendaya.

Harry appeared to be alone in Montreal on Friday night, and to have gone fishing with a Chaos Walking crew member over the weekend. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

On October 1, Tom posts an IG story on an airplane. The flight is Air Canada 798 non-stop LA to Montreal scheduled departure 11:40 a.m.

Tom photographed arriving in Montreal on the night of October 1, approximately five hours after posting his IG story on the plane (the flight from LA to Montreal takes approximately 5 hours).

Analysis: Tom spent the weekend in LA with Z. -> Putting Tom and Zendaya together due to his silence, being apart from both Haz and Harry and being on a flight from LA to Montreal is an ASSUMPTION. PS: Stalkerish behavior at its peak.

October 2-11, 2017

10/2 – Z arrived in NY

10/3-10/11 – Z appears on Good Morning America and later attends the Without a Net premiere on 10/3, attends Bruno Mars concert on 10/4, is spotted by fans and paps in NY on 10/5, and snaps what appears to be a photo shoot with her stylist, Law Roach on 10/6. Z photographed by paps in NY on 10/7 and then disappears until 10/11 when she is photographed at an event in NY.

Note: NY to Montreal is only 1.5 hours by plane. -> Putting Tom and Zendaya together due to her silence/unknown whereabouts is an ASSUMPTION.

10/7 – Tom in Atlanta for MCU 10th anniversary photo shoot. It appears he returns to Canada later that night. Z rumored to be in Atlanta but there is no photographic evidence, and she was not in the published 10th anniversary photo. -> ASSUMPTIONS.

10/8 – Haz stories himself and Harry shopping without Tom. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

10/9 – Monday, Canadian Thanksgiving. Tom may have had the day off. -> ASSUMPTION.

10/11 – Jetlux, the private jet company Z uses, reposted a photo of Z. Z is later photographed at an event in NY. Did she fly Jetlux from Montreal to NY on 10/11? It would appear so. -> ASSUMPTION. Plus, Stalkerish behavior at its peak.

Haz IG stories the boys (Haz, Harry, and Tom) watching Mean Girls at their house in the Saint-Paulin area in Canada. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

10/12 – Z returns to LA and resumes snapping -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

Analysis: Z, the queen of Snapchat, did not snap Saturday, 10/7 through Wednesday, 10/11. Then snap, snap snap, she was back in LA as of Thursday, October 12. She was in NY on October 2 through 7, and then again on October 11. But where was she during October 8 through 10? Frolicking in Canada with her “freind”, perhaps? -> ASSUMPTIONS.

October 31, 2017

Zendaya carves a Spider-man pumpkin for Halloween on her App. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

November 16-28, 2017

11/16 – Tom wraps Chaos Walking and states he is returning home to do nothing with his beautiful Tess and relax until Christmas time.

11/17 – Tom flies to LA

11/18 – Tom spotted at Target near Z’s house.

11/20– Z takes a red eye flight to NY for The Greatest Showman event at Bloomingdale’s.

11/21 – Tom goes spinning with Claire, Z’s mom, while Z is in NY.

11/23 (Thanksgiving) – Z and Tom spotted together at the cinema.

11/24 – Tom and Z spotted at an In-N-Out.

11/25 – Kamil snapchats during a belated Thanksgiving get together at Z’s house. In Kamil’s snap, Z has an arm resting on her chair that appears to be Tom’s.

-> All of the above: Tom not going home immediately and spending time with Zendaya in LA is what makes Spidermaninlove ASSUME that they are dating, but it’s all just INTERPRETATION. Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

11/26 – Tom and Z posted IG stories and snaps of their trip to the mall. While they were there, they were spotted by and photographed with many fans. Posting the trip before the fans did is what Z calls damage control. -> Knowing what „damage control“ is for Zendaya is once again an ASSUMPTION.

In the videos, Z is wearing giraffe earrings. Tom once called Z a “giraffe of an actress” while she was teasing him about his shoe lifts in his Lip Sync Battle dressing room. So were these earrings a gift from Tom? -> ASSUMPTION/INTERPRETATION.

11/28 – Z and Tom spotted together at the Cheesecake Factory. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

November 30, 2017

Tom returns to London. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

December 3-7, 2017

12/3 – Z arrives in London for The Greatest Showman press tour. -> IRRELEVANT INFO.

12/5 – It appears to be Tom’s voice calling Darnell, who accompanied Z to London, an “alchie” in Darnell’s IG story while he is purchasing Moet from a vending machine. -> ASSUMPTION.

12/6 – It appears Tom is behind Z in a fan photo taken in London. -> ASSUMPTION.

12/7 – Tom is spotted at Z’s hotel in London and then flies to NY. -> Co-workers/friends hanging out together.

Z arrives in NY for The Greatest Showman press and premiere.

December 8, 2017

Tom attended The Greatest Showman premiere in NY aboard the Queen Mary 2. -> Co-workers/friends supporting one together. Jacob B. was there too.

December 9, 2017

Interviewer, Sean O’Connell, saw Tom in the lobby of the hotel where he was interviewing Z.

Note: Tom was staying with Z in her hotel room. -> Co-workers/friends supporting one another. Tom staying in Zendaya‘s hotel room is an ASSUMPTION. Apparently one of Law’s (Zendaya/Tom’s stylist) interns ”confirmed” they shared a hotel room but that could be an interpretation on their part. Were they hanging out together in said room while the intern was there or were they sharing it? There is a difference.

It appears Tom was at Z’s family dinner in NY. His forehead can be seen seated next to where Z and her dad were sitting. -> ASSUMPTION.

December 12, 2017

Us Weekly reported the following today:

“Tom has met Zendaya’s family and they love him,” a source close to the actress told Us Weekly. “They are still seeing each other, it’s been about a year.”

Though the couple has played coy since the news of their relationship broke earlier this year, they were spotted celebrating the premiere of Zendaya’s second movie ever, The Greatest Showman, at Bobby Van’s Central Park South. An onlooker tells Us that the British actor charmed her parents during the dinner party. -> IRRELEVANT INFO because it’s press.

December 29, 2017 - January 8, 2018

December 29, 2017 – In Haz’s IG story, it appears Tom is packing a carry on bag. -> ASSUMPTION.

Darnell was in New York December 31, 2017 through January 7, 2018.

December 31, 2017 – Noon was with Z’s mom, Claire. Z FaceTimed with her niece, Marlee, who lives in the LA area.

Analysis: Z was not in LA on 12/31/17. -> ASSUMPTION.

After December 31, 2017, Z went virtually ghost on SM.

Tom’s friends, Haz and Tuwaine, were photographed and video recorded at a New Year’s eve party in London. It appears Tom did not attend. -> ASSUMPTION.

January 1, 2018 – Noon still with Claire

January 6, 2018 – Tom’s uncle, Paul Holland tweeted he saw Tom in the London area today for about one hour.

January 7, 2018 – Z did not attend the Golden Globes

January 8, 2018 – Z is spotted and photographed in London at the airport and returning on a flight to LA. She was traveling alone (Darnell was not with her).

-> All of the above: Both Tom and Zendaya being silent/with unknown whereabouts is what makes Spidermaninlove ASSUME, that they spend the time together. It’s an INTERPRETATION of events.

2017 is a turning point for shippers. They believe, without solid proof, evidence, whatever, that Tom and Zendaya are dating and it's a fact. No matter what these two individuals do, it's linking them together in some way. It's all just assumptions and interpretations at this point but shippers quickly build a huge following, tricking people into beoieving that Tom and Zendaya are in fact dating.

#tomdaya stans #tomdaya #tom holland #zendaya #toxic shipping #celebrity ships #spidermaninlove #spiderman

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Here to Stay — BTS

You promised you were not going to be like the rest, but where are you?

Word Count - 1,731

Warning - Just some profanity, and it’s a hybrid!au!

Request - Open - masterlist

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The pressure building up in your skull was driving you crazy. The small massage to your temple wasn’t providing any release to what was happening in the closed room. All around you were talk-active people jabbering on about unrelated topics, and wasting your precious time, that forced you to bite your tongue to keep from spilling profanities into the air. The only sound that you were trying to focus on was the click of your heel against the wood of the floor. Each tap corresponded with the ticking of the clock, and that only made your chest grow even more heavy. This meeting was supposed to have ended twenty minutes ago, but now the head of the meeting was going on about her weekend plans and that prompted others to join in. Oh god, you were ganna lose your mind if this meeting went past eight thirty.

“Have a good weekend everyone.” The moment the boss let those words file, you hastily put your files away. The papers began to crumble, but at this point you honestly didn’t care. All you cared about was getting home, and seeing your boys. You could already feel your heart racing at the thought of their sadden faces. Their once perky ears dropped down against their heads and their eyes glossy. They each had a rough past with abandonment issues, and you hoped they didn’t think this was an attempted to leave. These damn elevators seem so fast when you don’t want them to reach your floor, but as soon as you’re in a hurry they’re as slow as molasses. The ding of the elevator made your ears perk, as you raced through the sliver doors.

You bid small goodbyes to those around you, as you raked through your purse. All you needed was the keychain, that small key chain. It only consisted of three things, one key for the car, another key for the house, and a small square photo of your family. All eight of you were squished into the photo, but no one minded a bit. Your heart started racing, and you could feel small tears swell up in your eyes. Where were those freaking keys! You retraced every single step you took when you got to the office. When your heels finally met the doorway of your office. And bam! The keys were in the third drawer down where you left them. In your quickness to get away you completely forgot to go back to your office and get the keys.

You huffed heavily as you trudged back into the building. It was going to be a long night. You talked briefly with the boys favorite restaurant, and ordered as much takeout as you could. You could only hope that this would be a good peace offering for being late. This day was already rough to begin with, and now all you wanted to do was go home, and just be in the warm embrace of the boys you love.

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Their minds were racing with horrible possibilities as to why you’re not with them right now. You were a very punctual person, and this was definitely out of the ordinary for you. It was always eight on the dot that you appeared outside that door, and they would rush to greet you. Bright smiles lightning up their faces and tails going a mile a minute. They longed to have your scent fill their nostrils and let them know you’re okay. But now they were full on panicking.

Namjoon’s wolf tendencies coming out the moment he smelt distress in the air within his pack. The maknaes sat in silence with one another as they stared out the window. He could smell that each one reeked of sadness, and he felt his chest grow heavy with guilt. He wanted to help them, and he wanted to tell them everything was going to be all right. Beside him were his hyung’s, and he could tell they were only keeping their composure for the sake of the young ones. He could see Yoongi’s tail harshly whip around in all direction every time he moved.

Seokjin’s red striped tail sitting calmly in his lap, as he stroked it. Trying to keep his mind from giving up scenarios he most certainly did not want. He wanted to believe you were okay, and that you were coming back. He needed to believe that you were coming back. Hoseok’s grey and white tail was calm, just laying beside his right thigh, and this was never a good sign. His boisterous personality too calm for anyone’s liking.

“Y/n is coming back right?” Taehyung sniffed, while playing with the ends of his tail. His voice small due to the fact he was holding back tears, and if he talked any louder he was scared a sob would follow. Jimin gripped his hand tightly and softly rubbed his thumb along his palm.

“Of course she is. Y/n would never leave us! She promised, she knows what we’ve been through.” Jungkook babbled, while peering into the darkness outside the window. His nails tapping a beat he’s heard you produce many times when you were bored. He has been staring at your parking spot without glancing away as soon as the clock struck eight. He is trying to push every bad thought to the back of his head, because he needed some hope to hold on to. He needed the hope that you’d come back.

“Guys we should go to bed, we’re all tired, and maybe it’s for the best.” Seokjin sighed while running a hand through his hair. He shook his head slightly as he watched the three boys stay glued to the window. He wished he was more like them, and he wishes he had as much hope as they did in this moment. He dragged his feet towards the three, before car lights blared in his vision. Hope gleamed in his chest, and he was confirmed when you pulled into the driveway. Your hands immediately going to bags in the passenger seat.

“Guys she’s here!”

They bounced out the house and rushed to your struggling form in the drive way. And immediately went to the bag on your hands, and they dragged you inside. Everyone somehow was rubbing their heads against your neck, and squeezing you as tight as they could. Without hurting you of course.

“W-we thought you,” Taehyung hiccuped into your neck as his arms wrapped tighter around your body. You could feel the wetness forming on your shoulders, and you didn’t care at all. “We thought you left.”

Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close. The only sound in the house was his sob, and that broke your heart even more. Your fisted the material of his shirt, and you dug your head into the crook in his leg as well. “I’m always gonna come back, don’t ever think I won’t.”

“Why were you late?” Yoongi grumpily stated as he twirled the plastic bag around his fingers. His eyes staying locked with yours as he got closer and closer. When he appearance became too much you felt the tiger against your body growl protectively. Hence why the panther on the other end tried to assert his dominance as well. “I’m not mad at her Tae, and I was just worried. We all were.”

You pulled your body away, as you scratched the base of Taehyung’s ear. A small sound of content grumbled in his throat. You gave him a small kiss on the cheek before the other cat pulled you sharply against his body. His tail wrapping itself around your ankle when he felt another coming close. “They would not hush in the meeting today, and it ran over, then I forgot my keys and had to race back in the office.” You confessed,

“You got us food!” Jungkook beamed as he wrapped his hand around your wrist. A cute little scrunched up smile over taking his face when you turned your eyes to him. His long ears shooting up when you tickled the base of them. He was then caught off guard by a shove, and your eyes were now trained on your calico kitty, Jimin. “Hey! I was here first!”

You lightly pushed Yoongi away, but let his tail stay connected to your ankle. You first motioned the boys to follow you to the couches, with their plates of food. They eagerly rushed to squeeze it the seats that surrounded you.

“We need to talk.”

Everyone’s ears and tail flattened at your words. Their attention was set on you, and our of habit you reached up to Hobi’s ears and raked your hand through his fur. The silky texture feeling like heaven on your skin. And your touch felt like heaven on earth to him as well, considering he tried to dig his head further into your palm. A small cough beside of your caught your attention, and you regained your posture. “Did you guys think I left, for good?”

No one wanted to meet your eyes, not the two who sat beside on the couch, or the five that surrounded you on the floor. Their tails that were whipping around in different direction catching their eyes. Each one toyed with the fur, on their and others as they stayed silent. You loudly coughed as you crossed your arms. “Don’t lie to me, and please don’t ignore my question.”

“Yes we all thought you left. We thought you were tired of taking care of us, or being with us that you just up and left.” Seokjin whispered almost afraid that his confession would send you running for the hills. You could feel disappointment fill your body, but not towards them. But for yourself. They smelt the change as soon as it occurred, and curled their bodies closer and closer to you.

“I knew from the moment I saved you guys, that I wanted you in my life forever. No doubt about it. I would never leave you guys. I promised you I’d never be like the others, and I’m never I repeat never going back on my word.” You hummed, as you looked at each and every one of them.

“You promise you’re here to stay.”

“You guys are never getting rid of me.”

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14 from the angst/fluff prompts! -Knight of the Thorn

Heya! Thanks so much for the prompt! :D @knight-of-the-thorn Have this thing that got way longer than I expected! (Fic continues below the cut!)

14: “I can’t do this on my own.”

Warnings: self-deprecation, emotional denial, a semi-unreliable narrator in places, spoilers for HoT

i. 1323 AE, somewhere in Maguuma

“Hey, Nish!” Rel called.

Xe stopped and turned. “Yes?”

“One of my lute strings snapped,” he said, holding up the offending instrument, “and I need to restring it. Could you help me?”

An utterly transparent request. Rel’s fingers were nimble, made to stitch wounds together and weave patterns with his magic. He would have no problem restringing his lute. He wanted xyr presence, not xyr help.

But xe was exhausted. Xyr Mother’s concern pressed in on xyr mind, and the Itzel near Rel looked at xem with too-wide eyes, and it was too much. Xe would break, and that couldn’t happen. Xe had to be strong.

“I need to sleep, Rel. If you are still having trouble in the morning, I’ll help you then.”

Nisha headed towards xyr hut on the village outskirts, pretending xe couldn’t feel xyr brother’s gaze burning into xyr back.

ii. 1325 AE, headquarters of the Durmand Priory

Rel had left, on his way to Caledon. Nisha had let him go because xe had to.

But xe felt like xe was balancing on the lip of a deep well without him. Xe could fall at any moment, and xe might never be able to climb out.

Xe was so distracted by trying not to cry that xe nearly missed the asura just inside the Prior entrance. Xe skirted around her, but xe brushed just a little too close to her fiery hair and leapt back with a quiet “Ow!”

The Archon spun around, dropping her stack of books on the floor. “Oh, by the Alchemy! I’m sorry, Nisha, I didn’t notice you—are you—”

“I am fine, Archon, but thank you,” xe said, unable to keep a tremor from xyr voice and cursing xemself for it.

She was about to bend down to pick up the books, but she paused and narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

“I am…uninjured,” Nisha rephrased. Xyr voice was steady this time. Xe was thankful for it.

The asura’s eyes narrowed further. It made Nisha feel far too seen, and xe barely resisted the urge to lash out. But she stayed silent for a moment, simply retrieving the novels from the ground and standing up again. Then she snapped her fingers, the sound muffled by her gloves.

“Nisha. Every time I reshelve these books, I have to get on a stepladder. I hate stepladders, and you need something to do. Come help me.”

“You don’t need me, Archon.” Politely dismissive.

“No, I don’t. But I could use your help,” she said. Her eyes were bright. “And I, in fact, want your help.”

Nisha wasn’t sure what to think or say. A small part of xyr mind whispered, Maybe this is okay. Maybe it’s all right to let her help you. She wants to help you. She’s not upset—

“As long as we don’t make small talk,” Nisha blurted out.

The Archon grinned. “Fine with me.”

Shelving was surprisingly straightforward—xe was certainly tall enough to make it easy. At the end of it, the Archon asked Nisha to call her Cio.

Xe agreed.

iii. 1326 AE, a hut in the Wayfarer Hills

Nisha felt like xe’d been through one of the clothes ringers humans used. Xe sat on the bed next to Kerra, who had tear tracks on both cheeks and a bandage on her side. Felix was curled up on the floor to their left, truly calm for the first time since Nisha had arrived.

“I can’t do this on my own, you know,” Kerra whispered, the faintest shadow of a smile curving her lips upward. “Will you stay with me?”

“I just found you,” Nisha said, quiet but firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Kerra smiled in earnest, then. “Good. Because you can’t do this alone, either.”

“I beg your pardon?” Nisha said, eyebrows raising as if xe hadn’t just had an emotional outburst capable of leveling a small village.

“Neither of us are okay. And we have other people—other friends, our siblings—but…” Her glow flared for a moment. “I’ll help you, when you need it, and you’ll help me when I need it. That’s the deal.”

“I wasn’t aware we were making a deal.” Nisha was struck with a completely unexpected urge to laugh.

Kerra’s head bobbed, and her eyes met Nisha’s. “We are.” A flicker of amusement. “You know, you really shouldn’t question your Commander—”

“You are aware that I’m not technically part of the Pact, right?” Nisha interrupted.

It was barely even a joke, but Kerra burst into slightly broken (but still genuine) laughter, the calm after the storm. It must have pulled at her stitches, but she didn’t seem to care.

It took Nisha a few seconds to realize xe was absolutely beaming, and it took xem another thirty to even consider stopping.

iv. 1328 AE, the middle of Tangled Depths

It was one moment. One second. But Mordremoth roared, and Nisha stumbled.

OBEY.

NO, xe roared back, silently. MY head, mine, my own, get OUT! I will not submit; I will NOT let you kill me like you killed my mother—

A hand on xyr shoulder, fingers squeezing, and xe’s eyes snapped open to see Canach standing in front of xem. Nisha distantly wondered how he’d even reached xyr shoulder; he was so much shorter than xem.

Then xe realized that xe was on xyr knees in the dirt.

“Nisha?”

He was afraid for xem, and Nisha hated it. But at the same time, he was there. He was there in front of xem, and he was trying to help. It was too close and too far and too much and not enough.

Xe forced xemself to raise xyr head and meet his gaze. Behind him, xe could see Marjory’s outline, fidgeting just slightly in a way that reminded Nisha of her girlfriend, Kasmeer.

“I’m still me. I apologize for scaring you, both of you. I was…caught off guard.”

“You are not the only one who can hear Mordremoth’s voice, you know,” Canach said, voice as dry as the Silverwastes. His face was impassive, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

“I was not trying to lie,” Nisha replied. “I really am okay.” Xe searched his expression, looking for clues. If there were any, xe couldn’t read them. “Are you?”

Some of the cockiness came back, and he smirked, but it was tense. “I assure you that I am also still myself.”

“You’d better be,” xe said, and then hesitated. “And tell me if you’re not. Please.”

He just nodded, and xe noticed his hand was still on xyr shoulder.

And then Kerra came stumbling out of the jungle. A very ruffled Felix followed in her footsteps.

Nisha was on xyr feet in under a second, as was Canach.

“Ran into some trouble,” the Commander said, relief and terror in her voice.

“Out there, or in here?” Canach asked, gesturing to his head.

“Both,” Kerra replied, eyes shadowed. “And you?”

“We did, too,” Nisha said, strong and clear. “But we’ll be all right.”

Marjory said something about a sylvari code that she didn’t understand, but Nisha was much more focused on a strange feeling in the back of xyr mind, spurred on by Kerra’s half-smile and Canach’s steadfast presence at xyr side.

In this jungle, full of danger and bad memories and an Elder Dragon, xe somehow felt safe.

v. 1328 AE, the Pact base camp in Dragon’s Stand

Nisha stood next to Kerra as the Commander strapped her dagger to her side. “I want to check with you one more time. Are you certain you want me to lead the assault on the Mouth?”

“Nish, you’ve fought for these soldiers since we reached Maguuma,” Kerra said, twisting slightly to fasten the buckle on her belt. “They know you helped defeat Zhaitan and Scarlet, and they know you personally. You’re not from an individual Order, so this isn’t favoritism. You’re the logical choice.” She grinned, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Besides, you’re trusting me to keep your brother safe. I trust you with this.”

“Do you think they’ll be comfortable with having sylvari head both arms of this operation?”

The Commander’s grin stretched just a little wider than it should have, and she slid her bow into its holder on her back. “They’ll have to be.”

Nisha took a deep breath and settled xyr shoulders. “All right, then.”

The two of them left the tent and emerged into the crowd. Kerra went to join her strike team—Rytlock, Braham, Caithe, Canach, and Rel. Nisha met the gazes of xyr friends and xyr brother and thought with all xyr being, If any of you die, I’m going to kill you.

Kerra, who could pick up the emotional gist of that message, let out a snort that she barely managed to turn into a cough and nodded. Canach and Rel nodded too, the first with an odd set to his mouth and the latter with a distant but determined look in his eyes. Braham stared back with a specific type of steadiness xe recognized, Rytlock didn’t stare at all, and Caithe’s eyes slipped away from xyrs.

Xe inhaled and exhaled quietly one more time, and xe climbed atop a stack of crates. Xe’d never been one for speeches, but xe’d thought this one through, rewritten it three times, and practiced it over and over again. Xe knew what to say.

“Defenders of Tyria!” Nisha shouted, and the camp went utterly silent. The soldiers’ focus was entirely on xem, and xe focused on a tree just over their heads. You can do this.

“When the Pact fleet flew over Maguuma, Mordremoth brought it down—brought us down. We lost leaders, allies, and friends.”

“But we are still alive. We are not beaten. We live, we breathe, and we fight!”

The Pact let out a noise somewhere between a cheer and a scream, and Nisha gestured to Kerra, whose eyes were wide.

“Our Commander goes to defeat Mordremoth’s mind. We must defeat its body.” Xe glanced over the crowd now, meeting the eyes of each sylvari amongst them. “The dragon is a dangerous enemy. But I tell you this—we are not afraid! We will never kneel!”

Nisha unsheathed xyr sword and thrust it into the air. “TO VICTORY!”

“TO VICTORY!” the Pact roared in return, waving daggers and rifles and maces above their heads. Nisha jumped off the crates as the soldiers dispersed to their lieutenants and made xyr way to the Commander’s side.

“Time for both of us to go, I think,” xe said.

Kerra shook her head as if to clear it. “Yes, it is. Is everyone ready?”

“Yes, Commander,” came the chorus, and “Yes, Kerra,” said Rel.

“Are you ready, Nisha?” Kerra asked, turning to xem.

“Yes,” Nisha said, slightly surprised to find it to be true. “I know I can’t do this alone.” Xe smiled.

“Luckily, I am anything but.”

#gw2 #salamanderapocalypse #knight-of-the-thorn #nishannai #kerralind #cause she pops up here a decent amount #my fics #this is chaotic and has a lot going on #but it's a decent summary of Nisha's arc w/regards to accepting help #and just in becoming more confident #because xe slowly realizes being emotional isn't a bad thing #and this is by NO MEANS the entire arc #there's so much more to it than this #and I'll write more of that someday #maybe soon we'll see #side note: brownie point to anyone who recognizes where Nisha's speech comes from

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Running Away - C.H.

Warnings: angst, some fluff at the end, tiniest bit of cussing.

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Stress is hard to deal with, it’s even harder to deal with when you bottle it up inside and hide it from the one person who know how to make it better.

A/N: This was requested from a anonymous person who sent me a message. I hope everyone likes it!! (and due to my lack of posting, I haven’t proofread this so apologies for the spelling errors!!) Feedback and requests always welcomed!!! (want to be tagged? Let me know!)

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The office was dark, and absolutely silent. She was pretty sure everyone else in the office had gone home hours ago. Her head was pounding as she looked at the clock. According to the time, she should’ve been home two hours ago, but the new project her boss had put her on was making it so that she’s had to stay late almost every night this week. She lowered her head into her hands and sighed, all she wanted to do was go home and relax on the couch with her boyfriend. The project isn’t due for another few days, so she figured she could leave her work until tomorrow. With another sigh, she lifted her head and started to pack up her desk so she could head home.

When she pulled into the driveway, all the lights in the house were off and her boyfriend’s car was gone. She let out another sigh and headed inside the house. Once she was inside, the only thing that greeted her was the black and white fluffy dog that she’s grown so attached to since she moved in six months ago. She flicked on the lights of the kitchen, immediately finding a note on the counter. “Hey baby! I had to go to Ash’s house to work on some demos, I didn’t have a chance to make anything for dinner, I left you some cash so you could order yourself some food. I might be home a little late, I love you, see you later.” She set down the note and eyed the cash on the counter. Suddenly, she was the opposite of hungry. She rolled her eyes and turned to the wet bar and poured herself a glass of wine before heading down the hallway towards the bathroom.

The candles lining the bathtub were lit, and the water had a thick layer of bubbles on the top. Her clothes fell to the floor before she climbed in, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh of relaxation. After settling into the water, and taking a large swig from her wine glass, she grabbed her phone and started scrolling through some social media. Everything on her social media was incredibly hard to look at. Every time she scrolled, it was another attack on her or an attack on her relationship with Calum. This had been going on for a few weeks now, but she hadn’t had a chance to bring it up to anyone. She closed out her apps and opened the group chat with Sierra, KayKay and Crystal, typing a message saying, “How do you girls handle internet attacks? It’s been really bad this past week and work has been crazy and I don’t know how much more I can take.”

The little grey dots showed up and quickly a message from Crystal came through, “At the beginning I’d get upset about it, but now I just turn off my phone and ignore everything until it passes, since everything does.”

Another bubble showed up with a reply from Sierra, “I always talk to Luke about it. He always knows how to make me feel better. I never ask him to say anything publicly about it, but sometimes he does.”

KayKay was the last to reply, but all she said was, “What’s going on? Are you getting attacked online?”

“Yeah. I’ve been having some pretty rough days at work lately, and now I’m seeing all this shit about me online…it’s starting to be a bit too much.” Her fingers tapped furiously at the screen as the tears welled in the rim of her eyes.

“Calum is here, do you want me to talk to him?” KayKay responded.

“No, I’ll talk to him later. Going to order some food and then take a nap until he gets home. Thanks for talking with me, loves.” She ran a hand across her forehead before sending the message, putting her phone off to the side and settling down into the tub. Her eyes closed as she let out a breath in order to relax.

After some time had passed, and she could no longer lay in the water, she got out and drained the tub. Trying to relief any bit of stress she felt, she put on her favorite lotion and her favorite pair of pajamas. Duke followed her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where she reached down and grabbed his food bowl. After she set his bowl back down, she walked to the couch and pulled her knees into her chest. The TV played a mindless show as she sunk into herself, pulling her hood up and over her head. All she wanted to do was cuddle with her boyfriend and relax.

It wasn’t until the front door shut loudly, and she jolted awake, that she even realized she was asleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes seeing Calum walk into the kitchen hastily. There was rummaging in the kitchen as she pushed herself up and walked the short distance, pulling the hood off her head. “Hey, Cal. How was your night?”

Calum’s head snapped toward her, causing her to step back, “Fine. Did you order any food? I’m absolutely starving.” She shook her head and Calum replied by rolling his eyes. “I was really hoping you had ordered food, I even told Ashton I didn’t want to eat there because you were going to order something. Man, why is it that you only think about yourself?” Calum ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she dropped her hands to her side. “I’m sorry, your note didn’t say ‘order food so we can eat together later,’ your note said ‘order yourself some food.’ I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t order anything. I literally did what your note said.” The rage inside her stomach started to boil, but she tried to keep it calm.

His eyes focused on her as daggers came shooting out of them. ‘Well, maybe you would’ve thought about the fact that all you’ve been doing is staying at work late, so we never get to spend time together, but that’s all you think about, too.” His eyes widened as he spat the words out. A fire raging behind them that made her stomach turn.

“I’ve been working my ass off so that I can move up in my career, my career is going to be there even when you’re not!” She raised her voice at him, “If you truly believe that all I care about is myself, then why don’t you go date someone who will look better in front of the cameras and get you all the views and see how much they care!” The rage inside her stomach had finally boiled over, the tears stinging on her cheeks and they rolled down. She licked her lips and spun around before letting Calum say anything. The next thing she knew she was running down the street, away from the place she thought was home.

While she ran, she thought about where she was going. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but all she knew was she wanted to go somewhere she could scream. Scream as loud as her lungs would allow and no one could hear her. The ground pounded beneath her feet, her pace not slowing in the slightest. It wasn’t until she got to the top of a hill and reached a clearing, the city was in front of her, the lights twinkling in the night. Her breath was heavy, there was a chill in the air. She took one last final breath before screaming at the top of her lungs as he knees bent and she dropped into a squat, placing her hands on either side of her head. Suddenly, all the noises in her head and in front of her died down.

Her head lifted from her hands as she fell back and sat on the ground, holding her knees to her chest. The city became blurry as the tears welled in her eyes. As she continued to stare at the lights of the city in front of her, she blinked and let the tears roll down her face. She stayed there until her breath evened out, and then a little longer, suddenly finding herself lost in the movement of the lights in front of her. It wasn’t until the uncomfortable sting of the dirt beneath her started to become unbearable that she realized she had sat there far too long. As she shifted, she blinked, clearing the haze from her vision, then pushed herself up off the ground to start her walk home.

She had an idea in her head how far she had run just based on how far the city was from her, but it didn’t become completely clear until she found herself absolutely exhausted from the long walk back home. The lights of the house were still illuminated, and the brightness matched the pain in her feet. As she opened the door, all she could think about was falling into bed and sleeping, whether Calum wanted her to be there or not. The door shut behind her and she started walking towards the bathroom to strip out of her pajamas and put on something that wasn’t covered in sweat. Just as she rounded the corner to the hallway, she heard a soft voice call her name. When she turned to the left, she saw Calum slumped on the floor, back pressed to the couch, his phone clutched in his hand. The rims of his eyes painted red, and black circles tucked underneath his brown eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks, putting her hands in the pocket of her sweater. “I didn’t think you’d ever come home.” He said, pushing himself off the ground.

Just as her shoulders lifted in a shrug, she eyes the clock on the wall behind Calum. She hadn’t realized she had been gone multiple hours. She pulled her lips into her mouth and dropped her gaze to her feet. “I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go.” She lifted her gaze back to Calum and squinted her eyes, “Listen, I just want to change and go to bed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been getting harassed online?” Calum asked, holding his phone up only a few inches. She pulled her eyebrows together, silently asking him how he found out. “What you said before you ran out, it didn’t make sense to me. I got online and I saw all the horrible things that were being said about you, and then I called Luke to tell him about it and Sierra told me that you were texting her today saying it’s been going on for a while, and with the stress from work,” He trailed off, his eyes starting to water. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Feeling the tears starting to well in her eyes, she pulled her lips into her mouth and looked at her feet as they shifted under her. With a shrug she responded, “Didn’t want to bother you. I can handle my own problems.” She didn’t look at him while she waited for him to respond. Instead of responding, though, he lunged towards her and threw his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could.

His lips rested on the top of her head as she hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, melting into his body and eventually letting out all of her pent up emotions. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know all of this was going on. I said you were the selfish one, but it turns out I was the one being selfish. How can I make it up to you?”

She felt her body relax as he apologized and she shook her head against his chest. “I was being selfish too, I should’ve told you.” He nodded against her head, “You know how you can make it up to me?” She asked him, lifting her head from his chest. He hummed, waiting for her response. “Cuddle with me until I fall asleep, and then breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.”

A smile stretched across his lips as he nodded, “It’s a deal.”

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