#(you should stop eating my food all the time..) ((im fine- as long as it makes it easier on you))

[nerosdayinanime]

kny x tokyo ghoul au

was thinking abt following tokyo ghoul's storyline and making nezuko get organ donor ghoul-ified like kaneki but on second thought that seems a bit boring. the slayer marks (tanjiro's specifically- that one frame in the red light district arc where he looks like hes absolutely lost it) made me think of the sort of insanity thing with centipede kaneki when he started eating ghouls. (nezuko's bout of literally losing control of herself beating daki is probably a bit closer tho) dont know what to do with that. tanjiro being human and having to keep nezuko safe with her new life as a half-ghoul is pretty cool but i dont know. could make it different

[yuyu1024]

Fate

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 mention of blood/violence/drugs/trafficing, trauma, mention of killing, kidnapping, gun, mention of food/eating/weight, cursing, sensual touching, making out smoking, smut (but not this chapter)

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.2k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note:

Until you (mini series)

Part 1 - Prisoner

Part 2 - Escape

Part 3 - Twilight

Part 4 - Fate

A/N: again... im really sorry for being a slow writer/update for this mini series🙏🏻 i can't help it. 😭 I do get msgs asking for updates & i feel bad... so sorry 🥹 I try my best to have time to get into the story/characters whenever i have free time. I work full time and have a 2nd job too so it takes all my energy. I'm really... really sorry.😭

But yeaah, thank you for everyone liking my yoongi fanfic. 🖤🫶🏻 thank you for the patience😭

I hope this chapter is okay ♥️

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(Prologue/Flashback)

"Sshh..." she covers your mouth for you to stay quiet and not make any noise. She reminds you constantly to keep it together or else they will find you. "Just a little bit more, Yoongi." She whispers. "Calm down..."

You try your best to do what she says because you want you guys to survive this. To escape. However you are a kid and you are terrified. And you can't stop yourself from shaking like a twig. Also you are rapidly breathing through your nose. Tears even start to fill your eyes as you look into her eyes.

"You'll be fine..." she says to you. "Noona, will protect you."

"I'm scared..." You whisper grabbing onto her long braided hair.

You two are a few inches apart. If she could only embrace you, she will. However there are metal bars between you two and she is.... injured.

"Me too." She wants to cry to as she must be as scared as you or maybe, more. But since she's the eldest between the two of you she have to be brave for you. "Just go to sleep... I promise... the moment you wake up...when the sun is shining after the storm tonight... we'll be safe... we'll already be at home..."

"P-promise?"

She tries her best to not break down because she knows that she's promising something that's very unrealistic in your situation right now. Both of you are held captives, kidnapped and waiting to be saved.

"I promise." She sniffs "Just hold onto this for now..." she meant her hair and then reaches her hand to you slowly even it's causing too much pain for her. "Go to sleep... Noona will be right here..." the tip of her fingers barely touched your cheek. "I will protect you..." she adds

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[Present]

The silence between you two is very deafening. Even the staffs at the mansion notices how both of you are very distant to each other.

Odd right? They should be used to this situation since Yoongi is the silent type or the one who does not talk that much especially to you.

However for you, maybe this is out of character as every one is not used to you being like this. Well THIS silent anyway.

You usually talk and greet them or make small talks with them or Yoongi even if it's just a random question to make him just...talk. You do anything to make him speak to you. You make small efforts to chase his attention just to get him look back at you per say. Like a dog.

But now, since he made sure to leave you the moment you got vulnerable with him during sex and mentioned a feeling you have, which in the first place you had no idea you have, really hurt you this time. Big time. It is a rejection that you never thought would bother you this much.

"You two are awfully quiet." Mrs. Min says as soon as she puts down her cup of coffee on the table. "You two are both quiet originally... I know... but..." she looks at you and Yoongi back and forth twice. "Did you guys had a fight?"

No one answers.

"Guessing...silence means yes?" Mrs. Min looks at us again, hoping someone will speak up. "What did you do?" She asks Yoongi.

But he didn't open his mouth to speak. He just continued on chewing on his breakfast while his eyes are glued to you.

He has been eyeing you since the two of you left the mansion. He have been silently watching you move along, react and walk from your back. You don't notice it as you are trying to achieve to ignore him completely today. And so far, you are a gold medalist at it. You don't even bat an eye on him.

"Fine... not gonna ask anymore questions..." Mrs. Min gives up. "Anyways, after this lunch... I'll have a meeting with Hannah."

Yoongi flinches, finally reacting and gets interested to whatever his mother is saying. "What for?"

"About the private resort project that she is building... she wants my opinion about what brands to use for the decorations. She have a final lists of candidates of brands and she wants to know my say to it."

"Really...."

"Yes... and as soon as it opens... she says you two can go there... and celebrate... as her gift. Since she missed going to your wedding."

"Celebrate?" You finally spoke after how many years. Even Yoongi whip his head to look at you.

"Yes dear," Mrs. Min smiles so brightly and holds your hand. "You're 2nd anniversary... next month... right?"

"Ah, yes... right." You try to smile it away. But deep inside, you are not looking forward to it.

Why would you? Last year Yoongi didn't even greeted you Happy Anniversary. He probably didn't care back then so why would he care now and celebrate this year? This marriage is nothing to him.

"Is she coming here?" Yoongi asks his mother, changing back the subject to Hannah

"No... I am meeting her at her office."

You are holding on for dear life on your gold medal for 'Ignoring my husband award'. You are so curious to look at him. To see his beautiful face, how he reacts when they talk about her. Hannah. The girl you saw more than a year ago. The girl you saw on the driveway, talking to your husband while she hooked her arms on his'. The girl that Yoongi seems interested about. The girl he seems to.... like.

"How about you guys? What are your plans today after our brunch?" Mrs. Min asks

"Hmm.." he sighs heavily and then takes his phone from the table. "Probably fuck my wife " Yoongi answers nonchalantly making you and Mrs. Min almost choke on nothing. That sentence made you even look at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

"Omo..." Mrs. Min is too stunned to even comprehend what she just heard. "Well... okay... too much information but..." she then takes a sip of her coffee. "You do you."

"I'm sorry..." you apologize to your mother-in-law.

You are embarassed. This topic should be a private matter. Everyone in the mansion already seem to have the idea what you two do on a regular basis but you do hope that outside, no one has to know.

It's not that you are embarassed of having a sex life. It's normal. Yes. But to have to talk about it to his parents, oh dear god, no.

"Why are you apologizing?" Yoongi's face looks so damn serious. "We are husband and wife right?"

You scowl at Him. You don't like how he acts or portrays like sex is just a hobby for him and it's nothing to be embarassed about. Especially in front of his mother while you are present. He really does not treat you like you have any feelings. He is evil.

"Okay... children...children... don't fight about this... it's okay. You already have issues before we got here so... it's fine." Mrs. Min tries to sooth the situation up.

She's so nice to try. Though she does not know the real reason why there is a huge distance between you two today. It's not that simple. You don't even know if she knows how his son treats you.

***

"Sir." Mr. Kim bows as both Yoongi and you arrives at the driveway, about to leave Mrs. Min's property.

"Get in." He orders you

You glare at him then roll your eyes away. You are in no mood now. You have scowled at him earlier already so why not do it more now that he is irritating you.

"Hold on..." he suddenly grabs you by the arm, stopping you from getting in the car. "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?" He scoffs

You try your best to pull your arms from his grip but he is stronger than you. "Let me go." You grunt

"What are you doing?" He asks, "You've been.... acting up lately..."

"I don't know...what you're talking about..." you finally freed yourself from his grip.

"Don't act innocent on me... I know you."

"Know me?" You snap. "How? We barely talked these past two years... You only look for me when you want something done and someone to fuck...besides that, I am nothing to you. So how the fuck will you know me?"

Finally! You've said something. However you can't lie to yourself how terrified you are right now. Your legs are shaking. You have never risen your voice like this before. Not with him. Plus Yoongi is so freaking silent. There was no reaction from him not like Mr. Kim who just coughed because of the sudden tension.

Is he in shock? He must be surprised to hear you speak out after all this time. He had never heard you talk like this before. You can't even read his expression. He is just looking down at you, straight on.

"Ahm... Sir... Miss... I'll leave you two... alone." Mr. Kim finally broke the awkward silence. "Just message me if... we're going home."

You glance at him and bow. Also giving an apologetic look since the situation got a bit serious.

And as soon as Mr. Kim is gone from our sight, Yoongi takes a step forward closer to you, making you back up and your behind bumping on the car. "Is that... what you think?"

You glare up at him. "Yes."

"You think... I don't know you?"

"Yes."

He chuckles. "I know you more than you know..."

You frown. "You only see me when you are horny... you don't even talk to me unless to I ask you... unless you tell me what to do and what not to do... so, how would you know anything about me...?"

He scrunches his face. He looks irritated "I see you more than you think." He mumbles. And then he took a step back and looks at you and watch you tremble,"Do you regret it?" He asks

"W-what? Regret what?"

"The sex... do you regret it?"

"W-what? What do you mean...?"

He then puts both his hands on the car, trapping you between. "Just answer the question... do you hate and regret the sex?"

You look away. "No...."

"Do you want us to stop fucking?"

You sigh heavily. "Why are you focusing on the sex?!?" Your brows are furrowed. You are really showing your frustration. "It's not about the sex, Yoongi! There is nothing wrong with the sex... what I just want is... I just..." you look back at his face and you see an empty expression from him. Does he not get what you are saying or is he ignoring the other parts of what you told him. That the only thing he thinks about is your sex life. "Never mind..." you lower your gaze. "It's not like my opinion matter..."

"Y/N..." Yoongi begins. You look back st him waiting for whatever he's about to say. You think he was about to response to you or maybe say what is on his mind as well. (Maybe.) However, both of you got suddenly distracted by the honk of a black sedan car entering the property.

You have seen that car before. It is familiar. And then when it stops and someone steps out of the car...

"Yoongi?" The woman that came out of the passenger seat, is Hannah. "What are you doing here?"

She is smiling ear to ear. Her smile is as bright as her tear drop pear earrings that is perfectly shown under her tucked bob hair. She's... so pretty.

"Oh... Hi..." she waves at you when she finally notices you

"Hi." You try to smile as brightly as you can.

"You must be Yoongi's beautiful wife." She is sweet. She looks like a friendly and easy going person. "I'm Hannah by the way... I'm Yoongi's friend since we're... toddlers..."

"Nice to meet you." You bow

"What are you doing here? Mother said..."

"Ah... yes... we we're supposed to meet at my office but I just came from another meeting and since we will pass by the house I decided to just meet her now..." she explains

"She must be in her room now.. preparing to meet you."

"Oh. I see... well, I guess I'll just surprise her." She grins. "Are you guys leaving?"

"Yeah... we just had brunch with her..."

Fuck. What is going on?

Just a second ago, you're having a serious confrontation with your husband. You guys are about to talk about the situation between you two. Yes, it may not be the ideal 'talk' but it is a start. But then, here you are. Hannah arrived and stole his full attention. Literally, she have all his eyes and ears. You suddenly became a shadow.

Then you are also hearing Yoongi converse. You are hearing how is he when he's not alone with you. You are hearing a side of him that you are not familiar with. 'Fuck Y/N, stop it.' You say yourself

Maybe, you just need to stop. Just stop complaining about his attention and him not liking you. Maybe he is not the problem. Maybe.. it's you? They forced him to marry and got stucked with you. YOU are the problem. You are NOT the person he wanted to marry. You just got selected just because.

You are the problem. As always. Like what everybody says to you.

"I'll just email you my thoughts after..." Hannah says

"Why not discuss it now?" Yoongi suggests

"Hmm...but you're about to leave..." she glances at you

"It's okay." Yoongi then pulls out his phone and messages someone. "I asked Mr. Kim to come... wait for him... I'll be quick." He says to you

You look at him for a second before you turn your back on him. "Sure." You sound lifeless. You sounded like you've given up already.

"Y-yoongi... you're going to make her wait?" She whispers to him but you care definitely hear it

"Let's make it quick. I don't want to work over the weekend."

He's more worried of working on the weekend but not making you stay and wait all alone.

They start to walk away. You could see their reflection through the windows of the car.

They left you alone.

He left you alone.

Then as you are standing there, waiting for Mr. Kim to come back, you slightly bend over your torso, holding onto the yourself as soon as you felt a little uncomfortable feeling on your lower abdomen. It's not painful but it is a bit of discomfort.

"Fuck..." you hiss under your breathe.

You should be careful now. Atleast until it's fully confirmed. Yes, you are pregnant. Well, that's what the PT told you a few days ago.

You took the test, in your bathroom, scared and shaking like a twig. You have never felt this terrified in your life. Ever. And the freaking 3mins of waiting felt like forever whilst you are in there, sitting on the floor.

But yeah, after the torture of waiting, the test did show two lines. It was a faint but it is positive. And during that moment, your world suddenly stopped spinning. You had to gather your thoughts and emotion within the span of 30mins that you have. (Because your maid will enter your bathroom to help you get ready after 30mins). That was one other toture you had to endure. And to add more spice on this never ending problem is that you were all ALONE. You had no one to hold hands or hug for moral support.

You are, all by yourself.

After testing, you did processed the result in your mind and managed to get back right to reality and decide by yourself to be... okay. To take it as another good day. Because this is not something bad. It is a miracle. It's a life.

Though, you can't lie. It was a whirlwind of emotion. And you don't know what to feel yet about it. You are not even sure if you are able to share it with anyone, even Yoongi since you still need to see a doctor to really confirm it.

Confirmation.

You fucking need that final 'yes you are pregnant'. Because your further decisions in life will revovle around that one thing. Decisions that might affect this marriage and basically affect your whole life. So, you really have to find a way to get a doctor's appointment in secret. For now...

"Miss?" Mr. Kim arrives and sees you slouching, "Is everything alright?"

You turn around, stands up straight and smile. "Yes..."

"Are you hurt?" He asks

"I'm fine... but I just think... my stomach feels heavy a bit from eating... I did ate quite a bit." You lie.

"Okay, let me bring you home quick so you could rest." He says

"Thank you."

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[Yoongi's side]

Yoongi can't sleep. He got home earlier just an hour after Y/N got home. He asked the maids to call her, to have dinner with him, but unfortunately Y/N was already fast asleep.

He waited for her to wake up from what he thinks is just a quick nap. But whenever he asks the maid if she's up, they just shake their head and say sorry.

They fought. He thinks. It felt like they fought. It's his first time hearing her talk to him like that. She have been always timid and her patience with him is very long. However, she finally have had it.

How can you make your wife, who is clearly showing you that she's falling in love with you, start to hate you?

Well, Yoongi knows what he did and is doing to her. He is very controlling, cold and distant. And these are the traits that can't be part of your life especially of you are married. However, this is how he is. As a child no, but ever since the incident happen fifteen years ago, the trauma and the life he had to put through made him, This.

Outsiders might call him as the devil or the punisher of the Min Family because of all the work he is doing inside the office and outside. He is a fighter and his hands are always covered with blood. Though what he's doing is not a crime. The Min's business is not illegal. They control everything that they can do end everything that is illegal in the most legal way possible. If that makes sense.

They were just a business before. A typical rich family. But yeah, since what had happened to them years ago, they changed their rules and how they do it now.

And that's why Yoongi have this cold exterior. He needs to show to everyone who's watching him that he can't falter. That no one could try to even break him like how those monsters break his father. How those monster took them and made them hostages.

10 million. That's all it takes, for some uneducated humans do the most horrendous thing in this world. To hurt and kill an innocent child. A 16yrs old girl and a 14yr old boy.

Their parents were willing to give the money and even more, just for them to surrender their children. However, the fear in them when they know that the children saw their faces, made them decide to end it all.

Yuna, his older sister, sacrificed her life to save Yoongi. She is one brave young lady. She managed to push his brother just in time to fall on the edge, to roll down small hill and get away through the woods. She got shot and died on the spot. Yoongi saw everything but didn't had the time to grieve then and there because he had to survive yet. To run.

It took two more days before he was found. How he survived? No one knows. But since that day, the happy and cheerful little boy grew up and became the cold Yoongi everyone knows now.

He knows that what he have been through is not an excuse to treat his wife so coldy like this. She was only forced the marry him. She didn't even know him. Which is his fault as well because he didn't allow her to enter his bubble. Up to now...

However, through all the times that he have been with her little by little, as per his therapist's words, 'You are slowly breaking.' She said.

She said that before, whenever she asks him about his wife. He is usually nonchalant or indifferent. Like he's just talking about someone he randomly met. But then one day, the therapists said, she saw a glimpse of change in his eyes the moment she asks about his wife. His expression is the same but his eyes started to shift like he's thinking about it more before he speaks.

'You care. You just don't know how to show it' she said to him.

At first, When Yoongi heard that from his therapist, he got worried. Not because He is starting to have this feeling for his wife. No. His wife is never and will never be a bad thing that happened to his life. He is worried because, what if he breaks his cold exterious and somewhere out there in the world takes advantage of it and what happened years ago will happen again?

That is his only concern. That is why, he added more men. That's why Y/N can't leavr a house alone. That's why he always tracks her phone wherever she is. That's why he can't sleep without know if she is fine or not.

If only... he never had these issues, these traumas from the past, maybe... it's easier.

"Please... don't quit on me..." he says out loud as he closes his eyes, imagining the smiling face of his wife. "Don't... leave me..." he mutters

****

After what it seems like a very, very long day for you you're finally home. You are so tired that the first thing you did after getting changed is sleep. It feels like this is the longest you've slept in like forever.

You keep turning and waking up every now and then but your body kept forcing you to not wake up. It's like its telling you that you needed this. After all of the worrying you have been having these past few days. This sleep is for you.

But then maybe after hour five of sleeping, you felt something cold touch your skin. It didn't sting. It oddly felt good.

Slowly opening your eyes, you see a blurred figure in front of you. He's so close that you could actually smell his scent. The smell of baby powder.

"Yoongi?" You ask softly as your eyes slowly adjusted to the little light of your lamp shade. But no one answered back. You then rub your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more. Just to be surez you saw what you saw.

No one. There's no one there.

"Did I... just dream about him?" You ask, looking at the ceiling. "But I swear..." you trail off. "How funny... even in my dream... I see him..."

But you swear you smelled his scent. Your imagination of him is getting stronger. Your memory of him is getting move vivid. Even the smell now. That's how longing you are of him.

You miss him. Even though he is there  you miss him. Oddly, you miss the time that both of you are just sitting down together in his home office and just reading. You miss casually asking him questions. You miss hearing him talk even though he's talking about his work and not to you. You miss him even though you just saw him earlier. Even though... he hurt you.

His scent. The scent you really, really like. His smell whenever you two have sex. It's not strong but it's there. Whenever you close your eyes and drift away from the high, you know you are okay as long as you could smell and hear him.

Fuck. Is this how being in love is?

Just thinking about him makes you want to cry. You are frustrated at him but at the same time frustrated to yourself as well. Why is communicating is so hard? You know that's the issue. Both of you are not good with talking nor expressing yourselves. Well, that's what Taehyun told you earlier.

Yeah, you went on a side trip earlier before going home, to meet your friend at his work. You needed someone to talk to and you know Taehyung is always there ready to listen to you.

You poured your heart out earlier, crying and all. You were sorry for disturbing him at work but you needed that cry and that hug. You had to told him your feelings about Yoongi. You have to say it out loud for you to truely understand the situation and yourself.

You needed someone's opinion to point out the obvious so it could stick in to your brain.

Growing up to a family where your opinion does not matter took a toll on you as well. Especially to an adoptive family. A family that only needed you for money.

To them, you always feel left out and does not deserve a voice. They always tell you that they only gave you a roof above your head and food to eat because you are what they needed. A piggy bank.

Your parents died in an accident years ago, when you are just 12yrs old. There was a police chase in the highway that rainy day. Every one is on high alert and giving way. But well, the criminals weren't exactly running away and trying to avoid cars. They hit quite a few vehicles during the chase and one of them was your parent's. The crash caused an explosion, killing them in an instant.

And like any drama stories on TV, yout aunt took you in because of your parent's insurance. They are not big but it is a decent amount. However, they could not actually touch it since it is saved for your education that's why the first month of you staying with them was torture. They beat you, make you work and starve you from time to time because they said, 'you don't deserve to eat unless you work for it'.

One reason why starving yourself was easy for you when you need to.

But then things changed a bit when someone knocked on the door one day and gave your adoptive parents a good amount of money. You remember the man saying 'this is for the trouble and lost we caused your family during our battle for saving our children.' You do remember you aunt, being a good actress that day, crying and all. You even saw them be in a good mood. Everyday because of that money. So since then, whenever you have a part time job or one good seasonal job, you save up and give it to them.

You do this not because you want them to be happy. You do this because you wanted peace for yourself. They will not hurt you if you give them what they need.

This is one reason too why you accepted this marriage. Even though, you know you will have trials too. But atleast you know, no one is going to hurt you physically anymore.

Though, you are having troubles now too.... it is still different. Like you said, it is the communication.

Is it all Yoongi's fault? No. Taehyung said that maybe, since I'm very submissive and him being very dominant, grew up giving orders or not listening to anyone because he is who he is, it affected the talking part in the relationship. Though he cannot say that it is a hundred percent fact. Because he explain, everyone have different stories of growing up and these affects every facet of their whole being when they get old.

Well, that's what you got from all his talk. Half of it, you are numb from all the crying and can't hear properly.

Though that talk with Taehyung,you needed that. Now all you have to do is talk to Yoongi.

If.... you have the courage too.

It is so hard to start a conversation not knowing how he feels about you. It is scary and a risk. But you are hoping it will turn out good especially now that you are expecting.

"Oh, right! The result!" You got up immediately and grab your phone.

You visited Taehyung in the hospital and he got to help you get a blood test to confirm. You forgot to talk to him about the result because you two are busy with doing friend therapy. He said, he'll just email you the result.

But then as you were scrolling scrolling through your emails your stomach growls. "I'm hungry..." you mumble and pause. "Taehyung said that if I am really pregnant... I need to eat properly now..."

And you haven't eaten dinner since you just slept since you came home. You need to eat.

Looking at the time it's pass 10pm already. Everyone must be asleep now or getting to bed so you must go and make yourself food yourself.

"Just one toast." You say as you push your blanket away. "Or two..."

You walk along the hallways as quietly as you can and then take the stairs instead of the elevator, going to the upper ground, so you could not disturb anyone.

There is still minimal light coming from the kitchen area. 'Maybe someone is still there?' You thought to yourself and hoping it is one of the maids so they could help you grab the things in the pantry. Since you don't really know how they organize it.

But then the second you turn to the corner, to enter the doorway

"Ah!" You hit your head first at something. Or at someone

Then after collecting yourself from bumping on someone, you look up to see who it was. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at--"

Fuck! It's not Yoongi nor anyone of the staff.

You tried to run back and scream but it was too late. He was quick to cover your mouth with a cloth. A scented cloth. The smell quickly pierced your nostrils and immediately made you feel dizzy and sleepy.

You are barely awake but you know he carried you over his shoulder. You could see the floor and the lights slowly to flicker. You are about to loose it.

'Help... Someone.... Yoongi... please...' You say to yourself before totally loosing consciousness.

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[the-moon-files]

Wait, quick idea! Twilight looks like the only hylian in his village because everyone else has round ears, so what if he wasn’t as surprised as the others to see their human companion so resilient, but still fairly impressed because of the fact that most if not all people in his village don’t put themselves in as drastic situations as the reader? Or is this just humans from our world?

get out of my head lmao /lh - you, me, and wayfayrr are actually the same person on diff accounts LMAO

im of the belief that (blame @wayfayrr, my beloved) that he knows of humans bc of some in his village but yeah, just not the type of human in drastic situations

(ALSO they wrote me a fun, long, glorious, male reader human space orc au fic for winning their raffle a bit ago, and it brings up their headcanon abt this and i Adore It actually, check it out here pls if u wanna know��)

(also if u see this wayfayrr, sorry for the ping, also should i be calling u moss? or wayfayrr?? idk which, i hope thats even ok to ask 😭 i assumed u would call my ass Moon)

Moon: Male-Masc Reader (he/him)

Orbit: short headcanons-ish, rambling mostly

Stars: Twilight Princess Link (Twi/Twilight), mentions of other Links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

to reiterate what i said up there, in case u skipped it for the bullet points,

i like the headcanon he knows humans, knows some of their quirks, and how they were the first ppl the other hylian villagers called on to help stuck cows or downed wagons, lots of heavy lifting stuff

but he really hasnt seen the extent of real humans, bc the humans who were in Ordon, well, they lived in hylian society,

why would they need the adrenaline to lift a car when hylians have set up whole tools and systems in all their towns to help lift just a full bucket of water out of the well??

not to mention, i think all the humans in his village were older adults? like at least not the age theyd be doing things like parkour or going to any trampoline parks type of age,

id imagine its more like stories talked about amongst hylians how hard humans can go, and even the humans themselves talked abt things like,

“well compared to u hylians, we have stomachs made of molten lava to you guys really, but we never have to use it, bc u know hylian food works just fine”

when Twi asked they would say stuff like that, but as soon as he saw ur human ass just picking wildflowers and berries off the side of the road to snack on? even random grasses/vines at some point (kudzu)?? easily eating Wild’s Dubious Food that's DEFINITELY got monster parts in it???! gnawing on the bone of a cucco and it just breaks??!!! and you look surprised too, thank fuck finally a normal reaction from u- oh my goddesses u were just curious (damn the elders were right abt human curiosity too) **and are now sucking out the marrow and eating the bone-!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twilight’s perspective of you is actually the equivalent of like, reading stories about vampires all ur life, then this new friend you made starts to get allergic to garlic, crave blood, has crazy strength and advanced senses, etc

and he’s just watching those honest-to-Hylia human mythological feats play out in real time in front of him, like he’s the only self-aware character in the story that immediately clocks the really obvious vampire as a vampire lmao

is the first to either 1. start choking on his laugh as he theoretically knows ur about to jump on the back of a lynel/hinox to ride it around and watch as the others come to the same conclusion OR 2. try to Stop you from jumping on said big monster in an attempt to ride it around bc he gets used to ur human BS quicker than the others and can see it coming a mile away now lol

very much so this meme:

(ur welcome i made it myself <3)

anyway id love to rant abt this dynamic

abt both Twi’s shock at you eating peppers like a god has come down from the sky to prove their immortality,

but also poor rancher esstientally humansitting you too lmao

the Chain/Time/Wars absolutely put him down as the resident human expert like: “ok he just drank like, 5? No- Four stop him from drinking more at least- (dual sighs). okay, 6 stamina potions, will that kill him??”

Twilight, saviour of Hyrule, of the Twili, Link from Twilight Princess himself,

has to keep a record book of all the new shit he’s heard/learned about humans in Ordon, what he has actively learned abt ur ass just fucking around and finding out, and the few bread crumbs of information u give him abt ur species

(that rlly just come off as kind of cryptid statements abt u/humanity, or don't apply in this scenario bc ur only comparison is Earth Rules, which honestly scare every single fucking one of them in the same way as walking on Ganon’s lawn or something, like straight up view ur home planet as enemy territory, the Amazon jungle, the Hyrule wilds if you will-)

Twilight also gets involuntarily volunteered for human-sitting duty too

tbh the only person Not allowed on human-sitting duty, when u guys go new areas esp, is Wild/Hyrule

you’d tell him you wanna get inside the guardian robot to operate it and ride it around and he’d probably be in shock you even fathomed something like that, yet also now EXTREMELY intrigued to watch it play out

(they’re both more of a “u wanna jump off a cliff?? that's actually crazy, wait for me please.” he seems to think he can somehow protect you if he joins you? its worked sometimes to be fair to him ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ just not really conveniently when the rest of the Chain are around lmao)

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i live btw, ive been writing/updating fics along with life updates (moving states/new job/online class) so a few asks will hopefully be answered over here in the next 2ish weeks

no promises, my life is kinda girlbossing at the moment too close to the sun and i am Nervous abt disappointing u guys

i already feel like im disappointing my other blog bc i haven't posted in forever bc im writing a fic instead of asks during any free time i dedicate to writing for it so :/

pls excuse my super slowness like a package ur waiting for in the mail or smth type of slow

AGAIN thanks for the ask!! i hope this was at least entertaining to read as some addon to what u said, you guys have gotta check out some of wayfayrr’s stuff if ur into this, bc they're the only other place i can think of that's talked abt humans not just being the same as hylians

have a great week!!

Peace out hugs and chaos,

🌙

[morose-melodies]

that's what the article said, anyway | yandere! childe/ajax x f! reader

summary: ajax got a bit too engrossed in buzzfeed quizzes and articles telling him how to pull... it seems he can't think for himself anymore

content warning: childe being a weirdo

a/n: IM SO RUSTY I miss my old writing style sm :((

there was an eighty-six percent chance that ajax liked you.

and a one hundred percent chance that you like him back.

that's what the online quiz 'do you have a crush on your friend? made by a female. 100% accuracy' said anyway, so it must be true, it's gotta be.

he'd lay it on thick with you tomorrow- woo you, make you confess your undying attraction to him because that's what the follow-up article 'how to get your crush to want you. made by a female. 100% chance of success' said he should do.

he had a plan.

...

ajax got to school a bit earlier than usual.

phase one of his plan? walk to class with you and potentially hold your bag for you, to show you he was the sort of man you'd want in your life.

he was sort of hiding around a corner, waiting for you to enter the front door, then, he'd casually approach you and make good conversation with you as the two of you walked to class together.

the door opened, and ajax perked up, peeking around the corner... just to see some guy entering.

he sighed, pressing his back against the wall he hid behind. he could feel his heart beating at an oddly fast pace- he had to be cool, or else you'd think he was a total loser who didn't understand women.

but he understood women- he understood them well, too. after all, he read the 'all about women' article three times over while eating breakfast this morning.

at this point, he probably understood you better than you understood yourself.

the door opened again, this time, it was you.

ajax gripped at the strap of his book bag, as he walked from around the corner and towards you, "hey- you're here pretty early."

"yeah."

yeah, that's all? ajax swallowed, his grip on the strap tightened, "you planning on running for class president?"

"nope."

you kept walking! you didn't even stop to pay attention to the conversation. ajax followed after you, "huh, I was thinkin' of running. would you vote for me if i did?"

"I don't know."

were you walking faster!? oh gosh...

ajax sped up after you, grabbing the back of your book bag, "hey, I'll hold your bag for you. we can walk to class together, right?" he was laying it in thick, just like he said it would! women liked assertive men- that's what the article said.

"what- no, I'm fine."

ajax slowly released your bookbag and stopped following you altogether. you're fine? he didn't believe it, not even for a moment. you must be having a bad morning or something. he'd make you feel better, he knew he could.

so he went to class instead and sat down at his desk, which was conveniently beside yours- not exactly, considering he's liked you for a while now and asked his teacher for the desk beside you.

he waited and waited for you.

until you finally got to class. you sat down at your desk, casting a small glance at him before settling down.

ajax tapped his pencil against his desk, occasionally glancing at you for long seconds.

and of course, you took note of this, and soon enough, you were annoyed. "hey," you whispered to him.

"huh?" ajax perked up. you were starting a conversation with him? he stifled a grin.

"do you need something?"

"what was that? huh... oh, no."

"then stop looking at me."

oh.

ajax slumped down in his seat, covering his eyes. his heart was pounding so hard against his chest, he had been so excited that you spoke to him! only for you to tell him off??

you were super stubborn.

Well, onto phase two, it was. buying you lunch and gaining your favor.

so, when lunchtime was near, ajax left class early. women liked food, that's what the article said, so, you'd be real grateful for this, wouldn't you?

he bought himself lunch and scoffed it down before you got to the cafeteria. he got up and approached you when he saw you enter, "lunch on me, okay?"

this had to work, right?

"okay," you nodded at him and got your money's worth of lunch - it was more than you'd usually get; ajax knew that, but maybe you were extra hungry today.

when you went to sit down, he followed after you and sat across from you.

whatever doubt he felt towards that article faded as he watched you eat, chin in the palm of his hand - he was going to cherish this.

"uh..."

"huh?"

"you gonna keep staring at me while I eat?"

"sure, if you don't mind."

from the way you were glaring, ajax expected the worst but instead got nothing. you went back to eating.

ajax smiled - it was worth it, definitely worth it. getting to sit across from you was nice and being allowed to shamelessly watch you was even nicer.

he usually had to be sure you weren't watching before he even glanced at you.

man, was he getting rewarded today!

...

when school was over, the last phase of his plan was in play. he was going to walk you home and sneak a kiss in - women like unexpected kisses, that's what the article said, anyway.

ajax caught up to you as you left the building, his arm grazing yours as he walked at your side, "I'll walk you home, yeah?"

"no thank you."

"huh?" no way you said that not after everything! "c'mon, who's it hurting? let me walk you home, it'll be nice."

you walked slowly, looking at ajax, stifling a sigh, "what's with you? i don't even know... you've been bothering me all day."

his lips parted; he was ready to defend himself, to argue, but he was caught up in what you said. "bothering?" he echoed, his heart slowly sinking in his chest.

"yeah- like, you're being weird. I don't even know your name."

"you don't... know my-" ajax felt shame wash over him. of course you didn't know him as well as he knew you... of course, you didn't...

he'd been watching you for months, like a curios shadow. he was always there, even when you didn't know it.

"that's right... i, uh... must've mistook you for someone else-!" he didn't even believe his lie, "... some other pretty girl, probably. anyway, I'll get going!"

ajax quickly turned and walked in the opposite direction of you. his mind was fuzzy, he couldn't think a coherent thought - it felt as if his life was over.

he'd never get to be with you now... not after this.

what a horrible first impression you must have of him...

[blue-sadie]

Temperamental

Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung

Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash

Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.

"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.

"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.

I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.

I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.

And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.

It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.

I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.

"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.

"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.

"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.

It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.

"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.

"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".

I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.

Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.

Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.

It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.

-Next morning-

I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.

"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.

My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.

"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".

"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.

"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.

"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.

"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.

"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.

The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.

"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"

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@neteyamyawne @erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @sweetirilly

[smilesheartshugs]

Halloween AU pt.2

A continuation of:

Tim centric

It’s been four months since his parents were last home. About a month since he ran out of food. Three days ago the water faucets stopped working. Good news! His parents should be home soon! They promised they’d be home for his birthday! It’s his birthday tomorrow so his parents must be home soon! Until then he’ll wait in his safe spot. Years ago he had found a hollowed out section of wall in his closet. He can hear everything in the house from that spot. It’s also the warmest spot in the house. Especially when he moves the boxes to block the draft from entering his little budding spot. With the heater broken durning the unusually cold weather, the isolation of the walls keep his little hiddy hole warm. With nothing else to distract himself from his thirst and hunger, he might as well take a nap until his parents return home.

When Tim wakes up he’s face to face with his own body. Fear and confusion runs through him. What is he going to do when his parents get home?

He fazes through everything instead of touching it. At least he doesn’t feel hungry any more.

It’s another two months before his parents return home. With that time was able to practice picking things up and interact with the tangible world. If he didn’t know he was dead he would think he was still apart of the living.

After helping his parents unpack the first thing he says is “I died while you where away”

“Don’t be ridiculous Timothy you’re just fine. Obviously you’re standing right here” his mother responds

“No im a ghost!” Tim insisted

“There’s no such thing as ghost sport cease this game at once” his father answers

“No really my body is in my closet!”

The family argues back and forth for a bit which Jack and Janet believing Tim to be playing a game. They angrily look in his closet only to not see his body. After all it’s in the hidden hiddy hole in the very back behind some of the boxes. His parents leave before time could move the boxes out of the way. His body is certainly worse for wear. Areas have puffed up in some spots while other areas of flesh has melted away. When he first woke up after dieing his body only looked like it was asleep, now it looks like it belongs in a zombie movie.

Three years later

Jack and Janet are disappointed that Tim hasn’t grown any, he makes a shrimp ten year old. Tim has stopped insisting that he’s dead. The creative punishment his parents dish out has long made him stop wanting to prove his death.

Tim still checks on what’s left of his body, it’s mostly bone now, but it’s proof he’s not crazy and that he really did die. He watched as his flesh slowly rotted away.

He’s made friends with the Waynes, they think he’s a normal human boy, all be it a bit small. He learns that other undead creatures exist, as well as other hunting beings. Jason is another undead, though he got to keep his original body. He was murdered by a clown about a year after Bruce took him in. No one has seen the clown since then though. Tim suspects that the clown may have been one of the goul’s first meals that the werbat provided. That would explain why Jason was so quick to forgive Bruce and why the clown hasn’t been seen again.

Jason brings a lot of raw meat for his school lunches, usually beef or lamb. Though recently it’s been a lot more lamb than cow, Tim wonders why that’s the case.

One day Jason drags Tim back to Wayne manor under the guise of studying for their upcoming test together. Tim was quick to bond with the rest of the family. He’s felt more at home here than he’s ever felt back in drake manner. It doesn’t take long until Tim becomes a regular guest at Wayne manor.

Even though he doesn’t need to eat, Tim never turns down a meal. In fact, he’s almost always snacking on something. Even on those cardboard cookies no one likes. Well it might be more accurate to say he doesn’t physically need to eat. He gets anxious if he hasn’t had any thing to eat for a while. It’s nice of the Wayne’s to bring him all these extra snacks though!

Two years later

Tim is a regular fixture in Wayne manor. After finding out how often his parents are away they insisted that he’d stay with them.

This brings us to the current problem. Cass needs to cast a protection charm on the manner, a ward agent an evil cult. Unfortunately there’s one ingredient that Cass can’t get her hands on.

“A bone of an unburied one freely given.”

What this means is that she needs a bone of someone who hasn’t had a funeral, which means she can’t just buy one off of a donated body. Stupid old spells with stupid specific unwritten rules that make more sense or the time period it was written in and not modern day. She also can’t look for lost hikers in the woods because they can’t give consent to being in the spell.

But Tim could help! He’s never had a funeral, and he’s here to give his consent for using his bones! It’s a win win!

While the older Wayne’s were trying to figure out how the spell would work with some from if substitute Tim convinces Jason to come help him get something from his bedroom back in drake manor.

“So what are we grabbing baby bird?” Jason asks Tim

“You’ll see when we get there” Tim replies. He’s learned that he can’t convince people he’s dead. He learned that the hard way.

“Okay okay but why am I bringing a box again?”

“My boxes are all stained”

Tim brings Jason to his closet where he moves those old boxes out of the way.

“Baby bird what is this?” Jason asks a little freak out about the skeleton in the closet.

“The missing ingredient for cass’s spell!” Tim answers cheerfully.

“Tim, we can’t use this with out their permission, why do you have a corps in your closet?” Jason is freaking out that there’s a dead person in the baby bird’s closet and he doesn’t know how it got there.

“No im giving you permission to use it!”

“Tim you can’t give permission for someone else’s body”

“No! Jason you don’t understand! I’m giving you permission to use it!” Tim has frustration tears in his eyes.

That’s how Jason found out that his baby bird was dead, be the looks of it he’s been dead for a while.

“Now help me bring it to Cass?”

[faerunsbest]

I need to yap about Rolan and his childhood.

I know that Rolan is our sweet little haughty posh boy now but I think back in the day he was a little scam artist. It’s my personal opinion he grew up on the streets eating bakery scraps and stealing things to trade in for food. I think our Rolan might have been on his way to be a little rouge till he tries to pick from the wrong pocket. A tiefling women, catches his hand in her purse and grabs it asking the young boy what he’s doing he goes to run my she keeps her grip and what does Rolan do in his panic? He bites her hand.

She is startled at first but doesn’t let go, she just sees this scared little boy who is so afraid and desperate, she feels sorry for him. So what does she do? She calmly talks to him, tells him she’s not mad and to stop biting so she can talk to him, help him. Then she asks, “are you hungry? I could get you food?”

At this Rolan let’s go from biting her, “is…it a trick?”

Her heart sinks, “it’s no trick, but you should have some kind of consequence for that bite of yours.” she says rubbing her hand. He looks to the floor deflated and she just smiles and reaches down to tilt his head back to her, “chin up now, a man will take his consequence in stride. It’s only proper.” He tilts his head “proper?” She only hums, “yes proper, you can’t be going around nicking people and biting your no animal, you’re a young man who could use some time to learn proper manners. So when you bite someone what do you say?”

Rolan gives a slight pout, “sorry…”

She smiles and tousles his hair, “it’s fine but now you got to come help me at work now, I will feed ya, but you owe me for biting.”

He looks at, “yes ma’am..”

She looks at him surprised, then laughs so warmly, “looks like theirs a hidden gentleman under all that grime.”

She takes him where she works at a library, where she is the assistant to the head librarian an old wizard. When she explains everything they put Rolan to work with small task dust the books, help with running errands, sweeping. It’s when he sees the wizard to some magic that his eyes light up.

“Are you interested in magic?” The wizard says as they all have taken a break for lunch, Rolan looks off shyly.

“I can’t… I can’t even read…so I can’t do magic…” the wizard and the teifling woman share a look till she gets an idea.

“Well how about this, if you want to learn to read I could teach you, but you will have to be my apprentice at the library. You can stay with me while you work and learn, like a proper apprenticeship. I think a nice warm bed to turn into will do you some good hm?”

Little Rolan smiles bashfully and he nods, “I will do my best for you. And I promise to act real proper and mature like!”

She smiles and gives him a pat on his head, “I know you will,”

The wizard smiles, “and after you learn to read and show you can work hard and be a proper young man, I will show you some spells, and point you in the right direction.”

Rolan’s eyes light up, “you will teach me magic?!”

The wizard shakes his head, “I believe the best wizards teach themselves, I will simply be a guiding hand. What you learn and what you do will be up to you.”

This is how I imagine Rolan gets into magic and meets cal and Lia’s mom. Sorry if it was long and rambling.

IM FUCKEN CRYING!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

this is amazing! omg!

YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS HERE FOR ROLAN THOUGHTS!!!

but no lie this is about the cutest thing ever, him having been a biter is really dang cute omg

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 7: It's All So Incredibly Loud

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3k first a/n: oh my god im so sorry that i just disappeared. summer is just a really hard time of year for me. between business picking up at the store and just having a lot of personal things going on, it's been a lot and i haven't had motivation. things should slow down and hopefully i can post more. im starting to be a bit more motivated, so that's also helpful. that being said, i haven't written all summer so please bear w me. >.< ALSO the various terms in the texts are just different terms of endearment.

Oh, this shit sucked.

Being without Killer; it was worse than you could’ve imagined. Yes, you knew it was going to be hard, but not this hard. Even with him calling every night and talking to you until you fell asleep, you never could sleep long, or well. 

He slept with you every night since forever, now that he wasn’t here…it was so obvious something was missing. Everything felt cold and way too spacious; he was large and radiated heat so his absence was more than noticeable. You spend your nights tossing and turning all over, getting all tangled in your sheets before eventually falling off the bed.

On the rare occasions you did get sleep, you realized how spoiled you had been with your wake up routine. Killer would come in and shower you with light kisses, waking you up gently and slowly with the aroma of food not far from him. He was always the first one awake, so he always made sure you were taken care of before you went off to classes.

Most mornings now, you’d roll out of bed last minute, grab something to snack on - if anything at all - and head out the door. If Killer was here, he’d absolutely scold you for your shit eating habits.

You also made sure that your schedule was packed. You hated having a moment to yourself because you just thought about how much you missed everyone. You stacked up your classes, worked extra shifts, hung out with your friends until the wee hours of the morning. Anything and everything you could to exhaust yourself. It was easier to fall asleep if you physically couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, right? Besides, Killer usually wasn’t available until late at night anyway.

However, contact began to slow down and shorten. Killer tried calling every night, and he did for a while. He called late at night, you two would talk about your days and eventually you’d fall asleep on the phone together. It went like this for a long time. Hours of talking about every little thing and thought the two of you had throughout the day turned to brief conversations. “Hey, I just had to hear your voice, but I can’t stay long.” Things like that.

The calls became more spaced out - every other day, every week, every other week, and then every month. They really just packed his schedule and he was so exhausted that he’d forget to call or not have the energy. Or he was worried about calling you too late - no matter how much you told him it didn’t matter how late it called, he still wouldn’t because he knew you needed sleep too. He knew that you were pushing yourself to the edge and exhausting yourself. He tried to protest this, but you kept reassuring him that you were perfectly fine much to his dismay.

Even his texting slowed; not that he was much of a texter to begin with. Just like the calls, the texts were almost constant, then a few a day, then one a day, so on and so forth. You continued texting him throughout the day, updating him on things and just keeping him in the loop - even if he wasn’t answering. Sometimes, it didn’t even seem that your messages were delivering, but you just assumed that was a glitch.

The group chat the lot of you had was lacking the band members. They all somewhat stopped being in contact with everyone. Which, in their defense, they were busy and that made sense, but it still sucked. Killer made sure to at least send a ‘good morning text’ every day, so there was at least that kind of comfort…for a while.

“Y/n.” 

You were currently staring at your phone, zoning out. You were staring at your texts between you and Killer.

“Y/n.”

Killer hadn’t texted you that morning. He always made sure to at least text you ‘good morning.’ It was usually followed by a pet name or a nickname, but it hadn’t come. It usually came right as you were waking up but it was now afternoon and there was nothing.

“Y/N!”

You jumped as your best friend’s voice rang through, making you drop your phone and making it clatter along the table. “Huh?” You blinked, looking at Hop.

“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” Her face was deadpanned as she looked at you, clearly unamused. “What’s going on? Is it Killer?” She sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. You knew she was annoyed with all of it. Which, you didn’t blame her. She was patient for the most part through all of this and you had just ignored her.

You sighed, picking your phone back up and nodded. “He hasn’t texted me.”

“Didn’t you say he wasn’t really texting you as much?”

“Yeah, but he always sent a good morning text, you know? And I didn’t get this one this morning, so I’m worried. What if something happened?” You frowned deeply, staring at your phone. What if they were in some kind of accident? You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if anything happened to any of them.

“Have you tried texting your cousin?”

“Yes, but it’s the same. Nothing.” All four of them were unresponsive.

A sigh came from Hop. It’d been months at this point since they left. She, like you, thought it would slowly become easier as time went on, but it didn’t. It felt like things were getting harder. For a moment, things were fine. When Killer was still texting and calling regularly, everything was fine. You were coping well. As he responded less and less, the more desperate you became. It was like slowly weaning yourself off of some kind of drug.

“You should move in with us.” Hop's voice suddenly chimed.

You blinked, looking at Hop. “Huh?”

“You should move in with Dive, Bubblegum, and I. We have that extra room you’ve been crashing in.” That was the other thing, whenever you hung out with them, you crashed in their spare bedroom.

You paused for a moment, mulling it over for a moment. 

“C’mon, y/n. You are all alone in that big house. I know it’s the house you grew up in and your mother left it to you, but I also don’t think she’d want you to rot away in it. A permanent change of scenery would do you good. Get you out of your wallowing mood.” 

You let out a long sigh, thinking about it. She was right. You were all alone in this large house. It was full of old memories that somewhat hurt. Sure, you used it as a large hangout spot and it was still used, but Hop’s house was now used as the same. They moved into their house more recently and your friend group now gravitated between yours and their house. It wouldn’t make too much of an impact to switch to the one. 

All the memories in your house though, could you really let them go? All the parties, all the firsts, all the little domestic moments, all the tears, happiness, anger - could you let it go? You weren’t quite sure. You might be able to move, but could you get rid of things and sell the place? That was the part you were most unsure about.

“I know I kind of just sprung it on you and it’s not exactly an easy decision to make. So, how about you think about it? The offer doesn’t expire, so just take your time.” She placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. You nodded slowly, sighing.

“It’s probably a good idea, but I just can’t let the house go. All those memories I just-”

“Hey, like I said. Offer always stands. Besides, you can crash at ours whenever. You don’t necessarily have to sell your house either. We can still use it as the hang out spot, if you want.” 

You looked at her, smiling and almost tearing up. You don’t know what you did to deserve her, but you were forever grateful for her. Grateful for all of your friends, honestly. They’d all been so supportive and trying to help make sure you were taking care of yourself on top of you overstacking your schedule.

“What’s going on here?” Bubblegum plopped on the bench across from the two of you. 

“I invited them to move in with us.” Hop shrugged, letting go of you.

Bubblegum grinned, clearly this was something they had already discussed. “Well, you pretty much do anyway. Prefer you with us rather than by yourself.” You let out another long sigh. You knew you were worrying them. With your wall to wall scheduling and overall not taking care of yourself, they were constantly making sure you were okay. You felt awful.

“Just remember, Killer said he’d be back. So, he’ll be back. He’s just busy - it’s not the end of the world.” Hop looked at you then at your phone.

You set it down, sighing. She was right. You needed to remind yourself you were more than him. As much as you missed him with every fiber of your being, working yourself to death wasn’t going to help anyone. You just needed a little pep talk to remind you. You needed to detox.

“What if we went to the movies tonight?” You looked at them. Might as well start trying to live a little now. It wasn’t helping anyone just running yourself into the ground.

“I thought you were picking up a shift?”

You shook your head. “Not gonna. I need to make time for me. It’s not helping anyone being glued to my phone or overworking and stressing myself, and everyone else out, in the process.” Starting now, you were going to turn over a new leaf. Time wasn’t passing any faster working all day everyday so might as well have fun.

 The two of them grinned widely. “Oh hell yeah. What about that new horror movie we’ve been wanting to see?”

You nodded, your mind racing. You still wanted to keep busy, yes, but you could also enjoy that time as well. You didn’t have to constantly be working, you could also take time for you. Sure, your mind would drift, but it was okay to just think. You were just avoiding everything when really you needed to think about those things. Handle those emotions.

You looked at your phone, jumping up. “Oh shit, I’m late to class!” You bolted down the sidewalk, waving to your friends and shouting to them that you’d see them later.

--

Life started slowing down a little. You did eventually hear from Killer. He had ended up calling a couple of days later, apologizing for not being able to text you. His phone had been acting weird, not sending his texts or receiving any, so he ended up getting a new one. It was odd because apparently the same happened to everyone else’s. You assumed maybe some intern spilled water on a table and it got their phones, fucking them all up at once.

However, things didn’t exactly return to normal. You were wondering if his phone was still giving him trouble. Maybe it was your own phone? Though, when you took it in, they said nothing was wrong with it. You even went ahead and bought a whole new phone just in case…

You hadn’t heard from him in a week at this point, but you were keeping busy. Not overkill like you had been, but focusing on other things. You had decided to move in with your friends, taking the basics of what you needed and deciding the box up the rest of the house. You weren’t going to sell it off quite yet, you were still unsure about that part, but you were going to start going through everything - that was already going to take a loong time. You were sure there were some things you could throw out and get rid of; old clothes that didn’t fit anyone, dishes that were never used, etc.

“Y/n!” You were interrupted by your thoughts as you heard Dive’s voice ring through the house. 

“Upstairs!” You were currently going through things in your cousin’s room. You were boxing most things, throwing out trash, broken things, putting clothes you knew that didn’t fit him in the donate pile. It was kind of nice cleaning up -  refreshing. 

You heard Dive run up the stairs and into the room. “Y/n. You need to pack.”

You blinked, looking over at her. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side. “What for?”

“You, me, Hop, ‘Gum, and some other people are all gonna go to the beach. We all pitched in and rented an airbnb for a couple weeks. So, pack. We leave in an hour.” Then she headed back out without any other explanation nor context.

“Wait!” You ran after her. “I can’t just leave work!” Right now you were on winter break, so you didn’t have to worry about school.

“We already talked with them - they’re cool with it!” She didn’t even look back as she ran out of the house. You stood there, blinking in shock. Did they really talk to your work for you? Huh, they must’ve really wanted you to not have a decision in the matter. Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

“Well…I guess I don’t really have a choice.” You chuckled, heading back upstairs to pack.

--

Turns out it was the entire friend group that was going; sans the bandmates of course. Part of you hoped they’d make a surprise appearance, but you doubted it. Hell, none of them could bother to text any of you. You were honestly growing more and more annoyed by it all.

You tried not to think about it.

The airbnb that was rented was ginormous. It was a stunning beach house that you see in the movies. Just about everyone had their own room. You opted to share a room with Hop. As of late, when you were at their house you ended up sharing a bed with her anyway. You still struggled with sleeping alone and having someone in the bed with you made things easier - especially since your boyfriend wasn’t talking to you at all. 

You knew he was busy, but you couldn’t help it. It somewhat annoyed you, especially after he called you apologizing for his phone breaking only for him to ignore you. For all of them to do it too? No one had heard from any of them recently. No texts, no funny videos on various apps, nothing. 

The only thing you heard was whatever the lot of you saw on the news. Which, lately, wasn’t much either. They went silent. You assumed they were preparing for something big. That's the only thing you could think of that would keep them from talking to any of you.

The beach and this trip was exactly what you needed. A change of scenery, the salty breeze, roads shimmering and wiggling in your vision because of the heat, your friends; it couldn’t get better than this. It also helped take your mind off of things surprisingly enough. Sure, your mind was always racing, but it was a little better this week.

You spent the days shopping, hanging out on the beach, eating local food, just enjoying life. You hardly checked your phone. It was used as a camera and nothing else, not like Killer bothered texting you. Or any of the others. Everyone tried texting them at one point, but no one got an answer, so you all just collectively gave up. 

To be honest, you were so caught up in having a good time with everyone that you didn’t find yourself thinking about it too much, just late at night. You were in a good mood - surrounded by those you loved and loved you, doing endless fun activities. It’s just what you needed. A break. A reward for working so hard and getting through all of this.

You almost didn’t want it to end. Sure, it would’ve been better if your boyfriend and everyone else was here, but it just didn’t work out like that. You weren’t going to let it damper your mood too much. It nagged at the back of your mind, a weird feeling at the pit of your stomach. You just assumed you were being dramatic.

“Compo! Where are those hot dogs!” You hollered from the kitchen. You were in the middle of preparing dinner for everyone. The classic hamburger and hot dog assembly station. Everyone was about the house, doing their own things. Cleaning up from a long day, on the deck enjoying the cool evening ocean breeze, playing music, watching tv, just about anything and everything.

It was a bit chaotic, but it was expected from your friend group.

“Holy shit.” 

“What the fuck?” 

There was a commotion coming from the living area. Something crashed to the floor, there was a couple gasps.

“Should we get them?”

“I don’t know…it might break them…”

What were they talking about? Were they talking about you? Was Killer on the news?

You walked into the living room. “What’s going-”  and immediately froze as your eyes fell upon the television. Your eyes ballooning, tears filling them instantly. You’re in shock, unable to process what you were looking at. There was no way this was happening. It didn’t make sense.

Everything fell silent, an eye of the storm. Whispers could deafen you in this moment, so no one dared even breathe as they watched you in horror. Water from your broken iris fell towards the floor; everyone waiting, shaking slightly as it dropped. You slowly felt yourself breaking down. You were silent, but your heartbreak was loud enough to rattle the world. You can’t fight it - you can’t breathe.

Before you, on the television, was a live feed of your boyfriend, cousin, and friends. They all looked worse for wear. Like they’d been going through it. Dabbling in things they shouldn’t, but that’s not what stopped your heart. No. That would’ve been so much better to deal with. So much easier. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were watching.

Your boyfriend on screen, surrounded by scantily dressed women hanging off of him and he was locking lips with one of them.

[jadetheblueartist]

IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR TEGAN ASK

I feel so bad :( you said it took you three hours and also I had written a huge response and now it’s gone ;-;

Okay so I’m going to rewrite my response but I’m really sorry if I get things wrong since now I can’t review what you sent ;-;

————

I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH!!!! And I would love to hear more about their training and life on the ship!

I may be obsessing over Talon and Megan a tad bit…

I love all the possibilities of how they passed the time in the car so much. It would be so awkward at the start and I’m all here for it!! I imagine Talon carried most of the conversation from the beginning until after they really got to know each other. I feel like at the start Talon would just awkwardly try to tell her what has happened to the earth while she was gone in hopes of starting some conversation. I’m imagining the parking lot picnic with them just drinking slushees and eating whatever gas station food seemed good (I’m assuming everything is kind of run down?)

Car karaoke. Oh it would be amazing. Talon trying to find songs Megan likes and trying to get her to sing along, windows rolled down, it’d be such a vibe.

With the race scene I can’t stop picturing the scene from princess bride where they both are rolling down the hill XD

Their relationship is so great, two strangers bonding in a long car ride… oh wait they already knew each other? They were already in love from book one? But Megan’s memory was wiped- WAIT NO THEY WERE IN LOVE AND HER MEMORY WAS WIPED!?!? Okay, okay, it’s fine at least they became close again, just a fresh start nothing to worry about… HER MEMORY WAS WIPED A SECOND TIME!?!? TALON THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (this is so tragic but I love it so much)

Talon nooooo why the tragic backstory ;-; (I love it very much)

Oh and the art? I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! I love Talon’s design!!!!!! The drawing of him saying happy birthday to himself makes me so sad ;-;

Also question time!

Do you have designs for the sci fi ppl? Are they like aliens or just advanced humans chilling in space? Does Talon hide his tattoo? (I love that type of angst so much mhm hidden scars [in this case a tattoo tho]) and you said there was an image limit… could I see those drawing you couldn’t show? Also why is it called Tegan (is it bc Talon + Megan = Tegan…)? That should be all of my questions…

Anyway I absolutely love this story and please feel free to tell me more whenever! (I’d love to hear a lil more about Ivan too)

Again really sorry abt deleting the ask ;-; I hope you have an amazing day though!!

(I feel like I’m forgetting things I wanted to mention but idk)

Oh my I wrote out this whole thing and it deleted it for me hahaha let’s try this again

No worries about deleting the ask it happens hahaha and it doesn’t look like you got anything wrong so yay!

I’m gonna answer this paragraph by paragraph

-IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I’m pretty sure I have either the original google doc or a “Megan’s POV” doc that I can look into to give you those details :)

-I’m so glad you’re obsessing so we can be in the same boat

-I’ve been mulling over that car scene for years and somehow you managed to squeeze out even more serotonin for me to devour I thank thee. And I think it’s run down ish, like people are still there but WW3 is kind of happening/ just happened soooo you know

-it would be the vibiest ^^

-I’m so glad you said that bc I couldn’t connect the dots as to what that scene reminded me of but yeah that’s amazing

-IKR the mind wiping rocked my world. My friend was at the point where she was writing the post separation explosion and we were on face time and she casually mentioned “oh you know the cars weren’t the first time they met, right?” I went feral trying to get all the info out of her hahaha

-yes his backstory makes me so sad…

-I’m glad you like the design! It was our group’s “hot guy” design hahaha I’ve tried to make it more individualized to him over the years tho, and that happy birthday one gets me every time (especially since that’s probably how he spent most his birthdays…)

Yay Question Time!

-I believe I could at least get the designs for those people sometime soon. They are just random people who decided to work for big bad (aka the voice, bc they only heard his voice through speakers at first). The voice decided he could make some good money abducting children and forcing them to be assassins so he did that. The government doesn’t know about them bc they hide in space. The few organizations trying to take them down are the only ones who really know about it

-talon has a few different tattoos, the one he got initiated with is a tattoo/ permanent burn so it has to stay covered to protect it, the other is just on his neck and he leaves that one in the open (I can point it out in the pics below)

-and yes! Tegan is the ship name for Talon and Megan (it was that or Melon hahaha)

-Ivan didn’t really have much personality in the oh other than he was angry bc the scientist that snuck into the escape ship was dating his crush, I’ve made some personal modifications to him in my head though making him more protective rather than just angry (he’s also Megan’s cousin) and I just remembered I have a drawing of him? So cue the picture section :)

Picturesssss

Here’s Ivan, the permanent third wheel (he doesn’t know tho)

The first ever drawings of Talon and Megan 😬

Moving on… idk which of these are repeats so lemme know if they are and I could probably substitute them for new pics

And now the og Megan design vs the much needed redraw

Ughhhh the one on the left still haunts me…

I was struck by the limit again so I might reblog this with a few more, idk hahaha

But reading through this ask made me so happy you have no idea (insert the “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” donnie gif)

Thank you so much and I’ll look into the daily life on the ship and the sci fi guy designs :)

[angiiepaniic]

hiii giving you an excuse to talk about your bill because i also like him a lot and know your pain about never being able to talk about him. so heres your divine excuse to ^-^ i wanna hear

AAAA YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE this will be VERY LONG and VERY RAMBLY so like u asked for this (thank u btw ur my first ask)

man idek where to like start :,D

(should note that this is mainly a modern rendition but sometimes i picture us in his world too so it goes either way, really :3)

if you want me to elaborate on anything then just lmk! (that goes for anyone who wants to)

OH OH ok so i’ve been REALLY getting into the band sleep token and there’s like 4 songs that remind me of him and as a result CANNOT stop listening to them (namely rain, give, mine, and telomeres - i highly recommend them!)

bill will listen to just about anything music wise but has a particular soft spot for things like blues, country, and some older rock like billy joel (also really likes soul and r&b like h.e.r. and muni long but will never admit it) — but generally, in his eyes, if it’s a good song it’s a good song, regardless of genre or artist.

he’s even more open with food, like, he will eat anything in front of him even if he doesn’t like it - just how he was raised. he doesn’t have any set favourites besides some southern classics (he will eat 25 servings of mac n cheese in one sitting if u let him)

i on the other hand am VERY iffy with food and find it hard to eat a lot of things, but we know each other so well now that bill will just eat off my plate sometimes (with consent ofc)

he’s not the best cook but is an absolute GRILL MASTER. all gang cookouts are held at his place (and pearson can’t decide if that’s insulting or not)

we spend like 90% of our time just relaxing together, but he does boxing on the weekends to (and i quote) ‘’stay strong for his lady’’

very protective, ABSOLUTELY the jealous type - not in a toxic way, just a bit grumpy sometimes (as always, this is bill we’re talking about)

he’s SO pleasant to be around. we have the same awful humour, the same love languages (we’re both so touch starved that we cling to each other like a curse)

he can be a bit a of a bastard with all the playful teasing but i do the same so it’s an even battleground. i can call him stupid and it’s fine, anyone else does and im THROWING HANDS (and so will he, probably) — and in turn, he’s the only one who can call ME stupid or HE will throw hands while i cry in the corner LMAO

the modern stuff doesn’t have very specific lore, just some cross-dimensional shenanigans. most of it is just based around my actual day-to-day and how i think we’d be living together — but i have a bunch of little aus! got a goth one, got a biker one (one of my personal faves), got a gender bend one because i’ll be damned if bill can’t ALSO be my girlfriend

when i imagine us in the red dead universe i refuse to let him have the bad ending he gets canonically - my funky little brain says that everyone’s healthy and happy in a little ranch or settlement somewhere because that’s what EVERYONE deserves (except micah)

i know most people view him as gay, but i personally headcanon him as pansexual and into everyone regardless of gender because I feel like that fits him quite well

he really is quite loveable, just sometimes he has trouble showing it - but he’s getting better. his ‘i love you’s come out as random hugs, random compliments, and endearing nicknames (as embarrassing as it is i imagine his go-to is calling me bunny :3)

we’re both kinda insecure so sometimes we have a back-and-forth but it’s compliments. i’ve been telling him every day that he’s wonderful and amazing and the best and that his belly’s one of my favourite things and i will DIE on that hill idc how much he complains.

ik that if he was reading the above paragraph he’d look at me and go ‘’BUT YOU COMPLAIN LIKE THAT TOO’’ and yk what he’s right - but that’s why we have each other

our relationship is very healing for the both of us. we both get the love we need and deserve after being deprived of it for so long, and genuinely we’re happier for it. i got out of a lot really bad habits thanks to him, and i’ve been doing my best to help him too <3

[shojislady]

1.CHICKEN CONUNDRUM

"wtf is he talking ab- WHAT THE FUCK???!!" screamed y/n as midoriya suddenly landed on the hood of bakugos truck, glowing from his quirk. he sat there for a bit just staring down, crouched in a spiderman position.

"YO! HOP THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK AND GET IN!!" whisper-shouted bakugo at midoriya.

"my bad my bad!" midoriya started. "mr.aizawa was stalking the halls so i jumped off my balcony into tree, then the truck"

"..."

"u so damn ghetto."

"literally."

"nigga shut up and drive"

"say less"

"WAIT LEMME SIT- FUCK"

"yall are so aggy"

.*•

"you niggas have no home training. no decorum. next time i wanna go somewhere at night, im taking shoji and tokoyami." she notified the two boys, who were STILL arguing. While you guys were supposed to be patiently waiting for your food, bakugo had the bright idea to start an argument with an eight year old because they said that "endeavor tops allmight no matter what.". This caused Midoriya to join the argument, rather than stopping it as he was supposed to, because he "wasnt gon let some prepubescent gremlin disrespect allmight like that." The commotion caught the attention of the parent, who ended up yelling at both the boys. Long story short, the boys were kicked out while y/n had to wait for their food, alone.

"not our faults. kid shouldn't have such ass takes." bakugo said with a shrug, taking a hand off the steering wheel to grab some fries out of the bag.

"whatever, it doesn't matter," y/n began. "we need to figure out how to get back into the dorms without mr.aizawa seeing us."

"just ask bird boy if it's safe to come in yet, and if not make it safe." replied bakugo in a somewhat bitter tone.

"and who says he's gonna help us?"

"you know he's down bad for you y/n, just text him already so i can finally fuckin eat.." midoriya muttered the last part.

"fine fine whatever😒"

.*•*.•

"thank u fumikage :)."

"no problem, y/n! :>"

"bro, get a ROOM. i just wanna eat man.." midoriya grumbled, bag in hand. "u guys giving eachother the googly eyes is making me SICK."

"oh shut up, you're just mad she's not making them at you, nerd." whispered bakugo, making midoriya ball up his face and walk into the girls room.

(you can get envision the room however you want, but i'll give a visual if wanted)

saying her last good nights to tokoyami, the girl entered her room after katsuki, closing the door behind her. Her dorm room wasn't dirty as she kept it fairly organized, aside from a few things on the floor and cluttered nightstand. She kept a fan, because she liked her room cold. (she'd sometimes get shoto to cool it down for her)

Grabbing her remote from her nightstand and handing it to midoriya, she sits criss-crossed on the floor and takes food out, getting ready to eat.

"im bout to fuck this food up im so hungry🤤‼️ " she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together with a big smile on her face. "wait- did we get napkins yall?"

"oh..."

...

this mf had sauce all over his fingers.

ALL OVER.

"what the hell💀"

"ykw... come with me to the kitchen so i can grab some napkins and YOU can wash yo nasty ass hands.."

"OK! damn im coming!" he huffed, getting up from his spot next to the carpet, cautious as to not get sauce on anything.

"oh yeah, can you bring me my juice, too? it should be in the VERY back of the fridge, i had to hide my shit from dunce face bighead ass because he kept drinking it even AFTER i whooped his ass."

"okay, suki. i got you" she chuckled " but next time, just put it in my fridge, the only people that go in there besides me are you two and Sato." she responded as she walked out, softly shutting the door behind her, as they began their quick trip to the kitchen.

"that chicken good as hell tho." midoriya said as he entered the kitchen behind the girl.

"i can tell."

"aww n/n," he began to pout "don't be so mean :(." he whined, putting his saucy covered fingers on the sides of her face.

"izuku midoriya. i know DAMN well you didn't just rub that sauce on my face."

"uhh, whoops?"

.

.

.

war has begun.

"GET YO BLACK ASS OVER HERE!"

"WAIT WAIT IM SOR- OuCH!!"

"THIS WHAT YOU GET."

"OK DAMN MY BAD YOUNG MAN! HARD HITTIN ASS"

"bitch- wash ur hands and let's go!" she mugged at him, shortly after draggin his ass.

Turning around & bending to grab bakugos juice out of the fridge, she felt something-or someone- come up behind her.

"izuku get yo ass from behind me unless you ready for round two of this ass whoopin."

"my bad princess, it's just a whole lotta ass in the way.." he said with a slight smirk. "and only beat my ass cuz you snuck me😒"

midoriya wasn't like this all the time, he was only really himself around y/n and bakugo. Mina only ever got a sneak peak, but he doesn't trust her as much as the other two. They're the only two people that he'd completely confide in.

"ok but seriously, that chicken is good as hell y/n. I only got like 4 pieces left."

".. four.. out of 20. izuku .. baby.. it wasn't going anywhere."

"ok but still, you can't-" "deku?"

looking left from where they were going up the stairs, there was uraraka, standing outside of her dorm room in her pjs. she stared straight ahead at midoriya, eyes never lingering.

"oh, hey uraraka!" he greeted with a small smile.

"hi! its like 4am, what are you doing up so late?" she responded

"oh, i'm just hanging out with y/n and kacchan! sorry, were we too loud?"

"no you're fine, just be sure to go to bed soon, okay? we wouldn't want you to be to tired too hang out tomorrow, right?"

y/n sighed and began to walk up the stairs, uraraka didn't even acknowledge the girl. this wasn't anything new. its was as if the she pretended y/n didn't exist. what did she do for the girl to not like her? she's always been cordial with her, never rude. she didn't understand.

"princess, you alright?" midoriya asked, bringing the girl out of her thoughts, and back into the outside world.

"yeah i'm good"

"you sure? i'm here to talk yknow."

"im ok zuku, let's just hurry back before katsu gets mad over this damn juice"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

a/n: sorry about the super long wait ! i think im going to shorten and split my next chapters, cuz this took like 4 days to write and its not even that much LOL.

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

Extended rant about being poor and disabled under the cut, not really worth reading I just needed to get it out.

Hope everyone’s having a decent day

Listen I’m disabled unemployable massively in debt and have exactly $0 in liquid funds and no sizable assets. Unless you count physical assets. Like I could sell my body I guess. Ugh. Anyway throwback to that one time like an hour ago when I at least had a iPad to use. It was from 2013 so I knew this day would come. Can’t believe it lasted this long. And I know I should be extremely grateful to even have a smartphone, but I cannot use my phone as a computer the way most people do. I cannot hold onto my phone that long. I can’t look at such a tiny screen that long. I can’t crane my neck down for that long. I can hold it up level to my eyes but I can’t hold my arm up that long either. It’s not practical or sustainable. Plus my smart phone won’t last forever. Then what will I do? Without access to the internet? Yeah yeah touch grass nobody had internet for millennia blah blah blah okay but now we do. Now it’s a basic necessity. You need internet to do pretty much anything adults need to do nowadays in order to be an active part of society. I agree it’s fucked up but it’s real. I cannot get to a library. I don’t have friends in walking distance (or any distance for that matter) I have no access to using the internet for more than a couple minutes at a time. Im writing this post in segments over the course of a whole day. I keep coming back to it because I can’t think about anything else. I legitimately don’t know how to remedy this situation.

Not that this is a remedy but I want to inflict suffering onto anyone that’s ever said money only causes problems or doesn’t buy happiness or the best things in life are free or any of that classist bullshit. Two hundred dollars is pocket change to so many people but a little refurbished tablet would change my life right now. I hope every billionaire lives long but suffers endlessly and unfathomably until they die.

Also I hope my dad and his wife are really enjoying their fully refurbished three story three bedroom two bathroom home complete with a sunroom a heated deck/screen porch (yes different from the sunroom) heated floors in every room a garage big enough for their two brand new cars a little Vespa & a whole workshop plus a cute little stone patio with a fucking water feature pond fountain thing that they don’t even see that much what with their practically monthly elaborate getaways and international vacations every year. Fuck I hope they are really fucking enjoying themselves. Meanwhile I have to decide if I want to cut back on food and medicine for a while to save up for a device I can access the internet on.

Anyway. Ignore this I’m just really fucking tired, sooooooo unbelievably fucking tired, of being poor and disabled. Big fucking deal I know I’m so far from the only one. I know I still have so much that some people don’t have. And I’m grateful. But…fucking hell. Poor and healthy would be fine. Poor and disabled but still employable would be fine. Disabled but financially stable would be fine. Disabled with adequate support systems would be fine. My piece of shit grandfather finally fucking off and dying and leaving me something to live on would be cool. I’d kill for any of these. But poor and disabled just feels like someone is beating the fuck out of me and every few minutes they stop for just long enough to help me up and let ms pull myself together and there’s a momentary glimmer of hope until they go right back to beating the fuck out of me. I feel like eventually I won’t be able to get up or pull myself together anymore. I don’t fucking know.

Anyway at least I have a place to stay!! At least I have something to eat!! I can make tea if I want!! My eyesight is going slowly enough that my glasses are still usable!! The fact that I even have glasses in the first place!! The fact that I have any clean water at all, even if it only stays hot for three minutes. I can still take a shower. I have books to read. There a lot of ways in which my body and mind have not yet let me down. Honestly how dare I complain about anything I guess??? I don’t fucking know how I’m supposed to feel

[hazbinextgeneration]

(John) Doe Eyed Ch2 Doe Eyed

(This will be heavily based on and references the 'YOU LIVED Doe Eyed' ending from the game House Hunted by Mortisfox. Art and OC by me.)

"Ugh...What a long ride, but I'm glad I'm finally here."

The first step off the bus and right into Sinister City. This was it. The first day of the rest of her life. The air was immediately filled with the sounds of other people talking, vehicles, and the reve of engines and car horns with the distant sounds of footsteps as people walked around her im front of the bus stop. Ah. It was good to stretch out her numb legs and sore back. She looked around her surroundings. Tall buildings and streets or sidewalks and shops and cars of all kinds with tons of people walking around. Definitely the smaller parts of a city. She coughed though smelling the nauseating scent of oil and exhaust from the bus behind her as the doors slowly closed and with a wheeze, the vehicle slowly pulled away from the bus stop. She coughed and waved a hand to blow away the smoke and shook her head. Well there's obviously not much to look at at the Grayhorse bus station. 

"I'm sure the inner city's more beautiful." At least according to the brochure Rose had sent her along with the map. Besides she should be getting to her new apartment. The sun wouldn't stay in the sky all day. Now where did she put that map? "I hope the apartment company was honest about having my apartment ready to live in. I'm so tired I could be a corpse." 

Now where was that map? AHA! Said gigantic map was pulled from a side pocket on her backpack and carefully unfolded to avoid tearing. Soon it was displayed in both hands stretched out nearly a yard in length printed right on it was the entirety of the Uncanny Valley. Hoo boy. It was..a lot bigger than you thought but luckily for her the map simplified the area she was in and even listed the name of the street she stood on... granted it was little and took her ten minutes of squinting to find it but she knew where she was! Pink eyes narrowed at the lines connecting to the Streets she was on before looking around at the buildings around her again stopping at just a small cafe across the street. A waitress was outside delivering a coffee mug to a happy looking man and she nearly crumpled the map. She hadn't eaten anything for a while. The plane made her too nervous to eat on the flight over and there obviously wasn't any food venders on the bus. Maybe she should grab something to eat?...Then again she promised Rose she'd go straight to her apartment once she arrived, and she was pretty tired from the lack of sleep and the stressful trip here. It might just be better to get home and just sleep in for the rest of the day.

"Then again...I do kinda wanna see the city. It might be better to look around first in case I get lost or something." Pink eyes looked up and squinted at the giant blue sky. A few fluffy clouds rolled across it but nothing suggested bad weather and the sun wasn't too far along the sky. "...I should have enough time if I'm quick, and it'd be better to get a lay out of the place." 

Plus she had a map! And a phone! So it wasn't as if she was helpless. She also could ask someone for directions! She should be perfectly fine! With a smile she half folded up the map and placed it in one hand. One other hand on her backpack straps, and off she started walking down the street with a smile on her face. The buzz of the city was present with each step her legs walked and different smells wafted with the different buildings. A cigar a man was smoking, food inviting people to walk into the different restaurants or step up to the few food stands on the street she saw, diesel from a passing car, flowers from a flowering bush she passed by- In a way all of the sounds and smells was comforting to the senses. Perhaps it was the fresh feeling she had being in a new place? Or the weight of the past being pushed to the back burner now? Either way the calming feeling was amazing. It made a smile spread on her face and a light step in her walk. Her eyes took in all of the new sights but every so often made sure to check the map to be sure of her location.

She was new not stupid.

However she was surprised when she somehow ended up looking up higher and stopped. Wait a second...This wasn't the right way. 

Gone was the smell of food random buildings and shops. In their places was tall sky scrapers towering high in the air with a few casting some large shadows on the ground and across the base of other buildings. The sight caused her to pause and blink around at the sidewalk she stood on. The building wasn't the only thing that changed around her. The people that walked the streets did too. The wide and colorful variety of people in different clothes was gone and replaced by the sameness of men and women in professional looking tuxes and suits. Most carried briefcases or papers and she saw one or two on a phone looking to be having a very serious conversation of some kind. Most everyone had the same expressions on their faces being serious or calm looking...Other than one tall man in a nice looking blue suit whom seemed to have a somewhat upset look on his face. However she didn't dwell on it too long and shook her head and looked back down. The map unfurling again in her hands. Where was she right now? Judging by everyone's looks this seemed like a business district of some kind but Rose didn't mention anything like that on her way to the apartment.

"This can't be right," a mumble escaped her throat. Pink eyes scanned the map in search of where she could possibly be. She couldn't possibly be lost right? It's only been an hour or two at most!

Was she on this street?...Or maybe this street here? The name of the street there sounds business-y ish. Pink eyes continued to scan the map in her hands, until something dark passed over the map. A cloud passing over the sun and blocking out the light. Or..it would've been that..If she didn't suddenly get a shiver down her back and felt like eyes were suddenly on her. Pink eyes turned up-

"OH!"

A loud gasp and yell left her throat as she instinctively lea back a few feet, the map pulled to her chest and her eyes coming face to face with a man. A man in a red suit coat. ...She blinked. Before shaking her head and looking at him again. The man was definitely an older gentleman if the grey hair was anything to go by. He was much taller too. Six foot pushing maybe even seven feet! He had literally bent at the hips to stare at her nearly eye level. Was he looking over her shoulder?! The thought made her grimace. But what was the most... strange was the expression he had on his face. A large toothy grin smiled at her widely and small black eyes bore into her own.

"...oh.. I'm sorry. You startled me," her slowly said lowering her arms and raising a brow looking him over. He certainly looked different from all the other people around you both. He wore a bright red coat with some kind of pink near the breast pocket, black pants and turtleneck underneath, and ... were those..heels? Her eyes darted back to his face as to not be rude, and she curled back a little more seeing he hadn't moved. "Am I...In your way, Sir?"

"On the contrary!," He spoke in such a cheery tone it made her jump a bit. His hands, which were previously behind his back, reached out to straighten himself and push back the hair in his face as he straightened to his full height and she just now noticed how much taller he actually was. "You're new in town. Lost and wondering. You need a place to call your own." 

He sounded rather... smooth and confident. Like he gave this line over and over again. It caused her to raise a brow to which he chuckled at. Who was this guy?

"Allow me to introduce myself." One hand returned to his back while another reached for the breast pocket by the pin on his coat. She flinched as all of a sudden his hand was thrusted into her face. "I'm Maison Talo, the number one REALTOR in all of the Uncanny Valley. I can help you find your dream home today! My card."

...She blinked slowly realizing the object in his hand was a business card. A brow rose looking between his face and the card before a hand of hers slowly took it from him and his hand retreated. A...realtor? OH! Yes. That makes sense. She supposed that a person like a realtor would be in a place that looked like they were nothing but corporate businesses. A glance at the card confirmed that. On it was labeled with his name and a series of numbers underneath. A phone number no doubt.

"Give me a call and we can get you set up in a new house. Today guaranteed!"

"Oh...Thank you?" She looked back to him. "But I think you're barking up the wrong tree here." She looked at him and held the card back out. "I already have an apartment lined up so I don't need a house. No offense."

For a moment it seemed like his smile strained a bit before straightening out and chuckled. "Hehehe. It's quite alright." His hand pushed hers lightly away. "Keep it. I'm sure you'll be giving me a call. I'm the number one REALTOR in Uncanny Valley after all." Both hands returned behind his back. "I've never had a disappointed buyer. You'll love the house I picked out just for YOU!"

She... slowly nodded. "Thanks. I guess. Hey. Could you maybe point out where I am here?" The card forgotten now, the map was turned around and held up at the much taller blinking man. "I'd appreciate it if I knew where here was."

The man, Maison she guessed, blinked a moment before smiling wider. "But of course! I pride myself on excellent customer service even to only potential buyers." His eyes glanced down to the map. "I believe you would find yourself to be right here." A single red nailed finger reached out and poked at one spot.

The map was turned back around. She looked. And she smiled. Hey. That wasn't too far from the address she was looking for! "That's great help! Thanks! Although..I probably won't be calling you."

"Oh we'll see. I'll be waiting." 

Then he just casually stepped aside from her and just started walking away. Pink eyes blinked at just how fast he walked away from her and in heels no less,  but she shrugged it off. At least she knew where she was now. Huh. But now the crowd had thinned out a bit too. Guess that was her signal to move on too. But first her bearings. It took just a few minutes for her to follow the streets and trace it to where she needed to go. THERE! That's where her building should be! It was only a few streets away. If she hurried then she'd be able to get there before noon even. Smiling the map was closed and the woman started walking.

A few streets later and she had finally found it. Her apartment building. The tall tan building was a few stories high and and had a large patch of grassy land in front of it. This must've been a more suburban part of the city because mostly houses, shops, and other establishments were around here.  It was nice. That just meant plenty of job opportunities! This was looking better and better by the second! A warm feeling of happiness was in her chest at the much needed change in her life. The first start of everything. She just had to find her apartment number which wasn't hard. Apartment one on floor one. Kinda simplified but it worked for her. The moving company mentioned her door would be left unlocked and a key would be delivered first thing the next morning so she should be all good to just walk on in. The woman walked right inside the front door and looked around her. There was a flight of stairs to the left, a hallway of doors in front of her, and at the very end of said hallway was the doors of an elevator presumably leading to the upper floors of the building. Finding her own door wasn't hard. It was the first door in the hall with the number one placed on the wall next to the door. This is it. Her new home. With a smile of excitement she instantly reached a hand out to grab the handle and turned.

.. Only to find it locked??

She blinked. The door handle was turned a few more times. It didn't budge. Only making clicking noises in resistance to her efforts and not opening at all. It was locked.

"What the-...HEY!" The map was dropped and left to flutter to the floor as now two hands wrapped around the knob and more force was applied to try and force it open. "What gives? This isn't funny." Using her shoulder, she rammed her body into the doors hard surface in a failed attempt to get it opened. "Open up!" When turning the handle and ramming into the door didn't work, she switched to just pounding a fist furiously on it as if someone was in there. "Open the door! I'm supposed to be here!" 

"HEY!" The pounding stopped and she looked up at an angry man glaring at her from another door. He must've stuck his head out hearing the commotion. "Knock off the noise! Some people enjoy the peace and quiet!"

"Oops...S-Sorry."

 The door was slammed back closed with an angry snort from the man making her since. Not a good start to her neighbors. But..there has to be a mistake! She was SURE This was the right building and the right apartment! So why wasn't it open?! We're the movers playing a sick joke on her. What now?! She needed to get inside or else she'd be sleeping on the streets! Or in the hallway! A worried hand shoved through pale hair worriedly. That wouldn't be a good idea. She didn't know the area yet! ....She better call that housing company! Hands quickly fumbled about for the phone in her pocket nearly dropping it. What was that number again?! Numbers were dialed and rings were given as she held it to her ear. Come on come on. Pick up! To her relief there was an answer!

"Hello. Uncanny Valley Apartment Hunters. How can we be of service today?," A woman's voice asked. An animalistic screech sounded out next which made her pull her head back.

She blinked. .. Must've had a pet parrot or something. "Uh..Yeah! I'm supposed to move in literally today and I'm locked out of my own house! I don't have a key or anything so what am I supposed to do?"

"May I have your name please?" 

"Fae Briar. I paid for everything a month in advance so I should be inside unless I'm at the wrong apartment."

Paper shuffling was heard and..was that a..blender?? Nah. Must've been a paper shredder. "Oh yes! Ms. Briar. We had a little issue with your apartment and it won't be ready until tomorrow. Our apologies."

"What?!" She felt like she'd been slapped across the face. "What are you talking about? What issues?!"

Some typewriting sounds followed by a loud annoyed sigh. "We've been having some issues.''

"Yeah? What issues?!"

"You're apartment will be ready tomorrow. Will there be anything else, Ms. Briar?"

Her teeth grinded together in annoyance and the grip on her phone grew. "No. Just ...Tell me when my dumb apartments ready."

"Of course. Have a nice day."

They hung up on her. And she stood there for a long moment staring blankly at the door. Before growling and grabbing her head as she let out a yell of frustration. GREAT! JUST GREAT!! She just got here and she can't even get into her own apartment she paid for DAYS ago!! What now?! She didn't have enough money for a hotel! She was lucky enough to be able to have enough money for the plane and bus ticket just to get here!! Her hands again fumbled with the phone in a desperate attempt to call possibly the only other person here who might help. However after twenty minutes of just standing there and calling Rose with no answers she gave up. It'd be better to save the phone battery just in case she needed it.

"This is just great! Just my luck this would happen!," She shouted in frustration. She felt like kicking or throwing something but she wouldn't resort to that. Instead she leaned defeated on the door and just.. flopped her arms uselessly to her sides. "Great. Just great. Now what am I supposed to do?"

There wasn't enough money leftover for a hotel, she was locked out of her apartment, and Rose wasn't answering her cell. There wasn't any choice but to hunker down here and camp outside her apartment until tomorrow came. ..her eyes wondered back to her map. Maybe there was a shelter or something else nearby she could stay at for the night? She bent down to pick up the map however noticed something else along with it. A small business card with- Oh. Mr. Talos business card. Forgot about that. Not like it'd be helpful anyways.

"Yeah right. I was lucky enough to afford this apartment. No way I can buy a house." Discarding the card once more the map was picked back up and opened as she annoyingly stared at it once more. "Right. Hotel it is then. I can get Rose to help me pay it off later."

So once again she set off only this time more annoyed than usual. And not noticing the watchful eyes following her. Down the streets she walked to no place in particular and looking between the buildings and map the entire time making sure to not get lost again. Soon she came upon what she thought was must've been the heart of the city. There should be hotels here right?

"Ok. Hotel. Hotel" her pink eyes looked around as she stopped. "Downtown areas usually have hotels right?"

Not seeing any forms of hotels, she looked back to the map in worry. At this rate she'd never be able to get settled in. Some great first impressions. She didn't notice the much taller figure approaching, until she felt something looming over her. She paused, looked up, and then squealed seeing Brady eyes and a too wide grin staring right back at her. Causing her to jump away.

"Lost? Lovely? You didn't call me, Ms. Briar."

She blinked. "Mr. Talo?" What the-...Where the heck did he come from?! She looked around before back to the tall man still smiling too widely at her. A shiver going down her spine. You weren't near where you last left him. "We're you following me?!"

"How silly." He waved her off. "No no. Dear buyer. I'm simply that good. Number one REALTOR in Uncanny Valley after all. I'm very sure you remember this. Right, Ms. Briar?"

"...How do you know my name?" Pink eyes widened as that fact set in. She never told him her name! How would he know that?!

"You clearly need a place to go and I have the PERFECT HOUSE just waiting for you to be inside it," he continued on not even answering her question. 

"Listen. I'm just looking for a hotel. Y'know...HOTEL." Fae gave a frown that almost could be a scowl at this point. This guy gave her the creeps. Who even was he?! She never told him her name and now he was suspected to follow her? "I can't even afford a house alright? I spent the last of my money getting here and I'm petty tired. So thank you but no. I just want to get a hotel for the night." She stressed out to him. Hopefully he got the hint 

He slowly frowned with a hum. "Hmm. A hotel." He seemed to be struggling with what she told him. Something was even creepier when he frowned then when he smiled which was shocking. Before he smiled again. "Oh. Oh my dear pooy buyer. You are so confused and lost I see."

Her mouth dropped open. "....Did you not hear what I just said? Even if I did agree to buy a house from you, I wouldn't have ANY money to buy it with! I might as well be trying to cook without a stove or any frying pans! Why would I agree to anything you're offering?"

"Listen. Just come with me and look at this lovely three bedroom home. If you don't absolutely fall in love with it, I'll personally pay for your hotel stay while I search for a house that suits your... personal needs."

She didn't like how his last sentence was almost a purr. But...If he was being serious about the hotel what did she have to lose? It wasn't like she could afford a hotel by herself anyways, and it might just get him off Fae's back. She could just humor him for an hour and tell him no once he's done showing her around. 

She sighed. "Alright. I will look at the house but-" she pointed a firm hand right at his face sternly. "-you better stop invading my personal space pal. Seriously. It's creepy."

"Perfect. Perfect." He said happily not even giving an indication to anything else she said. "I can assure you that you'll love this two garage domcile that's just STARVING to meet you!"

She was about to comment on his choice of words when she was abruptly cut off by the sensation of a long boney hand wrapping around her forearm, almost dragging her along as he quickly walked to gods knows where. She gasped at the grab and nearly fell over from stumbling to catch up with his quick pace. Maybe she made a mistake. Buildings and people passed by as they both walked like that. It felt like they had been walking for an hour in awkward silence, struggling to keep up with Maison's long and fast strides, when he stopped abruptly letting her go at the same time. She ended up colliding with his back before stumbling back a few steps, shaking her head, and looking back up at him in question. He didn't even flinch at that. 

"We're here!," He announced and tilted his head in expectation. "What do you think?"

She blinked looking around. Most of the big buildings were gone and replaced by just plain suburban homes and lawns. The house in question was in front of her and looked...just like a plain house? It looked to be a story tall, the standard size of a one floor home, with a garage, driveway, and cut grassy lawn. A 'For Sale' sign was mounted clear as day right smack dab in the front lawn close to the sidewalk. 

"....Oh. it's.. certainly a house?"

"Oh. Do you see something you like after all? I'm not surprised. After all this house is in VERY good condition." He sounded very proud of himself. 

"Um. It looks..Very nice." She complimented politely before looking at him. "But you don't seriously think I can afford this place right? This place looks way too expensive for me."

"Hehe. Quite the flatterer I see. I assure you the price is very reasonable and I'm willing to haggle greatly. The...'seller' is simply looking to sell fast."

Something felt off. Narrowing her eyes, she looked back to the nice looking house. Something had to be up. It was sounding more and more fishy like a scam by the second. There was no way she could be able to afford this no matter how much he haggled. There had to be a big catch. 

"Ok. What's the catch?" 

"Catch?"

Her arms crossed at this point as she deadpanned looked at him. "The house is haunted isn't it? Or was someone murdered in there?" She noticed his smile seemed to strain again after she asked that second question. Interesting. "Or is the owner some kind of criminal? There's no way it's this good unless it's a scam or something's wrong with the house. So which is it, Mr. Talo?"

".....Of course not. Nothing like that happened."

Ok. The pause was totally suspicious. A realtor was supposed to disclose that info to customers right? But this guy was shady and creeped her out from the get go. Something was definitely up here. 

"Simply come inside and look around.  No strings attached. You'll LOVE the insides.  You won't be able to walk away from a deal like this, Dear Buyer." 

Fae stood there unmoving looking slowly between Mr. Talos smiling face and the house. Something definitely wasn't right. The house looked plain but something was...off about it too. She just.. couldn't quite place it. The thoughts of Fae alone with no one but Mr. Talo too also seemed to put her on edge. The man was...too peculiar. It waved a few red flags in the air and she clearly saw them. But...She couldn't really afford that hotel either. Where was she supposed to stay? She didn't really have much of a cho-

"MAISON!!"

She flinched snapping out of her thoughts. What?

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU ALL DAY!"

A loud woman's voice called out somewhere behind Mr. Talo clearly angry. The man blinked for a moment before looking over his shoulder and seeming to both perk up and look slightly worried. 

"Ah. My dear provider!" He fully turned around with his back to Fae to now face whomever was yelling at him. "How are you doing this fine day? I've been doing rather well myself! Almost sold to a potential buyer-"

"Don't try to change the subject." Footsteps approached and a figure stopped in front of the taller man. "I tried calling you and walked around the city all day. You know we were supposed to talk about your 'selling strategies' this morning. I knew I should've just followed your lure but unfortunately work took up a few hours of my time."

"Ah. My apologies. You see I was a little preoccupied with a few 'possible sales' and wanted to keep the line open. I hope you can forgive me, my dear." 

This was...awkward. But perhaps now would be a good time to skip away without him noticing. But..why did that new voice sound so familiar? She slowly stepped sideways to look around Maison and froze on the spot when the new figure was revealed.

"You knew I wanted to talk to you this morning! You slipped away from me on purpose again. You know I hate it when you do that!" A red headed woman with blue eyes stood there scowling up at the man. "Are you trying to get me in trouble with the Mayor? He's already on my case about you hanging around the bus stops again when that's off limits to REALTORS." She looked over at Fae. "What's he going to do....if..."

She froze seeing Fae. Fae stared right back silently. Maison blinked confused at the redheads silence suddenly before raising a brow and followed her gaze back to Fae. Curious he continued to look between the two women as the silence continued on.

"Fae?!"

"ROSE?!"

"What are you doing here?!" The woman, her cousin, asked. Suddenly shocked that to see her standing there. "You're supposed to be at your apartment!!"

"I WAS!" Her arms were thrown up in defeat. "But then I got locked out and the stupid company won't let me in until tomorrow morning! What are YOU doing here?! I've been trying to call you!"

"I live here. You're locked out?! Who did that?"

"I dunno! The movers I guess! I can't get in and I couldn't reach you!" She then threw a hand in the man's direction. "And this guy has been trailing me all day trying to sell me a house no matter how many times I say no!"

Again there was silence before her cousin instantly scowled and slowly looked up at the man who instantly strained his smile wider. "Oh. ..So the dear buyer knows you?"

"She's my COUSIN, Maison!," Rose said with a deep scowl, "The one that I had told you was coming soon!"

If possible Mr. Talo looked like he suddenly wanted to disappear as he chuckled nervously. "Oh my. ..What a small world."

"Maison." A voice that sounded threatening with a growl escaped from Rose as she pointed to the house he had previously insisted on selling Fae. "Home! NOW! I'm going to have a VERY serious talk with you later!"

"A haha .. It's not what you think, Dear."

"I. Don't. CARE. You REALLY crossed a line this time!"

The two were arguing so loudly she almost didn't hear the rings of her phone. It startled her and stopped the other two into watching as she fumbled about to grab her ringing phone and hold it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Fae Briar?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"I'm calling from the Uncanny Valley Housing Office. We solved that little issue we were having, so if you'd like to go ahead and go into the apartment it should be all ready for you!"

Pink eyes widened. "Wait. Really?! That's perfect!" She smiled widely. 

"We apologize for any delays. We look forward to your business and remember! Uncanny Valley Apartment Company is dedicated to finding the perfect home for you! Our REALTOR free guarantee since nineteen ninety two!"

She rolled her eyes at the cheesy catch phrase before simply hanging up and smiling wider. "That was the housing company!" She smiled back to Rose. "I can go back to my apartment right now!"

Rose blinked before nodding with a sigh. "That's good. You should go straight there then and then tomorrow morning I can help you unpack and get settled in. Do you need a ride back there?"

Fae held up the map as her answer. "I can just use this to get back. It's really not that big of a deal." 

Rose slowly nodded before narrowing her eye back to the still nervous looking man. "Ok. But I suggest you go straight back now. It's almost dark. I need to have a talk with Mr. Talo here about sales." Mr. Maison looked uncomfortable now.

Oh well. Not her problem anymore! She had a home now. "Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow, Rose. Good night."

Without another word to Maison, she started stepping out towards the direction back towards her apartment building. It felt like hours before she finally made her way back through the city. The sun looked like it was just about to set within an hour.  She was just happy she could go home and rest her weary head and get off her sore feet. Following the map she made sure to keep on course with her route recognizing some of the places that Maison dragged her past. Alright then. Shouldn't be long now. Crossing a street, she looked at the route she intended to take. Passing her by was a random man- Her leg collided with another's and she stumbled a step. However the person who she accidentally tripped over stumbled a few more steps before stopping.

"Crap!" Pink eyes blinked over to the man whom blinked back to her. He was dressed mostly in black clothes and had unkempt long black hair cascading around his shoulders and down his back. "Sorry!" She held up a hand. "I must've not been paying attention. You're not hurt are you?" She looked him up and down. He didn't seem harmed. 

His eyes widened..and he slowly shook his head no. She smiled widely at him.

"I'm happy to hear that. Would've felt bad if I accidentally bowled you over or worse, made you get hurt. Sorry again. Have a good day."

With a small wave his way, she didn't give him another thought as she continued walking. Already her mind had forgotten about him in favor of getting home to the promise of the bed. The man stared at her watching her go...no one had...ever asked him that before. Or had been kind to him other than Ms. Ivy. A smile appeared on his face and pupils beat the symbols of love.

The apartment building was very quiet when she reentered it just as the sun was setting. Her nerves rising up as she made her way to the door. Would it really be open? She hesitated but grabbed it again and turned. There was no resistance and it turned fully allowing the door to swing open surprising her...And she smiled. The home was dimly lit up by the last rays of sunlight shining in through the windows illuminating the inside of the building and what little boxes and furniture was scattered about. It was peaceful and it was hers. 

She entered the apartment swinging the door closed behind her as she just stood there taking in the sights. Finally..Home. A backpack was dropped to the floor with a loud thud and tired footsteps approached the sofa in the middle of the room. She didn't give any other thought as she just threw herself onto the soft cushions. Finally. Peace.

Slowly eyes closed and she allowed sleep to claim her after so long.

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hiii, it’s the anon from lovesick steve request:

And sorry it took me so long but that fiC WAS SO CUTE, you gave more than there was to give. it was so beautifully written, I lovelovelove lovesick steve it fits his character so well.

If it’s not to bother you, I kept thinking about the lines where Steve tells reader he had to go home because he was horny and I was thinking… could you maybe elaborate in that? maybe they’re in the beginning of their relationship or r really likes Steve and he seems like avoiding her when they were going out with their friends

of course only if you want, i just can’t get enough of lovesick stevie

oh my god hi! i was hoping someone would ask about this bc im obsessed with it. this is pretty much mostly steves pov. also its set right before they acually get into a relationship, so i hope thats okay <3 i am so sorry this took so long! i was trying to finish my wip so i hope this is okay <3

Before you went to brunch with Steve, Eddie, and Robin after dropping Dustin off at the arcade, you picked out a new shirt you had gotten from the mall along with a small denim skirt. Paired with a matching jacket and purse, you felt pretty. The shirt was a little low-cut, which made wearing a bra with it not practical. The skirt was tiny. Absolutely tiny. Just long enough to be socially acceptable.

But short enough that Steve Harrington is certain it will kill him.

Eddie and Robin always make sure that you sit next to Steve, thinking that it might get him to make a move faster. But at this rate, they might just make him self destruct. His eyes keep flicking under the table to your thighs. His leg is shaking, his hands are sweating, and his entire face is flushed. You and Eddie are talking about some book you had read, and Robin is facepalming at Steve's horrifyingly obvious predicament. Eddie tries to keep you occupied in conversation to save what little dignity Steve had left. He felt awful to be looking at you like this. Thankfully, your food came shortly after. Thoroughly distracting you with chocolate chip waffles. Steve tries to eat quickly, but also slowly enough that it seems normal. He dismisses himself swiftly after placing down enough money to pay for the meal four times. Wincing when you worriedly ask him if he's okay, or if he needs you to drive him home. Guilt racking his system again at your tone.

Whilst Steve drives home, your anxiety gets the best of you.

"Is he mad at me? Whats going on?"

Robin starts to speak, but is quickly stopped by Eddie, knowing that her rambling would cause a slip up, and the truth might embarrass you.

"No, sweetheart, im sure he just got a headache or 'sumthin. He wasn't feeling well the other day."

"Oh... should he be driving then?"

"No, no, he'll be fine." Robin chimes in.

“Oh… okay”

Back at home you can’t stop worrying if he’s okay. You almost cry at the thought that he may be avoiding you.

Little did you know that Steve had come home and barely made it up the stairs to his bathroom without taking his clothes off. Immediately getting in the shower and running his hands through his hair while he tugs at his cock. His jaw is slack and his eyes are foggy and rolling back. He moves his hand from his hair to the wall of his shower, bracing himself. All while shamelessly thinking about how pretty your tits looked today and how easy it would be to lift your little skirt up. Looking down at his cock and visualizing you on your knees in front of him. Wondering what your mouth would feel like between his legs. Wondering if you’d let him train your pretty throat, and take care of you. Wondering how you’d take care of him if you could see him right now. Poor boy is whimpering and whining in the shower, steam making his head all foggy and dissolving what little guilt he had left from thinking about you like this without you knowing.

when he gets out of the shower hes barely gotten his pajama pants on before youre knocking on his door with headache medicine and blushing when he opens the door with his shirt off and little drops of water dripping down his chest. his heart warms up at the sight of you all cute and flustered, and he almost cries at how much you care about him. he invites you in and pulls you into his chest which makes you nearly faint. but you quickly compose yourself, making him lay down in his bed, shutting the lights off, giving him copious amounts of water and having him take headache medicine that he doesn’t even need. he asks you to hum him to sleep, which you do. when hes dozed off you pull the blankets up and tuck him in, leaving your sweater by his bed so he won’t wake up from sensing your absence, and place a quick kiss to the top of his head. his hair is soft and fluffy and you have to force yourself out of the door. he sleeps amazingly that night.

[salamanderdr]

*FALLS THROUGH CEILING* I heard you had a trucker + dog!shifter binchan au?!! That is exactly up my alley hello I want to hear everything!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH- OMG

I do have a fic up for it so here ya go:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46275685

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BUTBYEAH SO BASICALLY-

Older late 30s Changbin has nothing much going in his life except driving across the country hauling anything & everything with his big 18-wheeler. You name it he hauls it 💪🏼

He's his own boss, so he take whatever jobs he can gets.

He's rugged, but charming, he has a couple friends at his usual stops & other truckers he comes across occasionally. But for the most part he's alone, driving, sleeping, eating, living alone. He doesn't mind it, he's used to it, but the loneliness gets to him, especially on rough days.

Until one day, trucker!changbin makes a late pit stop at like 3am. He's hungry. he's exhausted. He needs a fucking shower. And he's approached by a stranger in the dark. He screams way too loud when they tap him in on the shoulder. They both jump backwards & the stranger now looks more frightened than Changbin.

Changbin's eyes practically bulge out of his head when he's met with a silver haired beauty illuminated by the gas station shitty yellow lighting. He stutters. So does the angelic stranger. He stands there taking the man in & when he glances down after staring at his face for too long, he finally notices the man has nothing but a ragged blanket over his shoulders.

"Wtf! Are you okay?"

The stranger is also taken out of his shock & shakes his head no, "i-i need help. I- I was-" and suddenly he's crying. Covering his face with the blanket.

Changbin can't stand seeing someone cry. And seeing this particular person gives Changbin a funny feeling in his stomach. His mother always warned him about strangers approaching him during his pits stops. Paranoid that they rob him, attack him, or something. It was a risk, but Changbin wondered if the warnings told by other truckers were more applicable.

Senior drivers always had their superstitions of beautiful people (usually they were talking about women) asking a sleep deprived trucker for help in the middle of the night. They would always say they could be ghouls, demons, and spirit trying to seduce in order to eat you/possess your body. That was the guess for why some divers disappeared.

The stranger's appearance made Changbin think of those rumors. Fortunately, Changbin wasn't a superstitious man. And when he reached to comfort the man, his skin felt warm, real. Not a ghoul.

The stranger gasped but didn't pull away. He met Changbin's gaze with shiny eyes.

"Ssh ssh, you don't have to tell me. Hey, what's your name, bud? I can help ya. I'm Changbin."

"Im...chan" He hesitated

Changbin smiled, "Why don't I get ya food, clothes. And a shower! He could both use one."

chan blushed, wrapping up tighter. He seemed embarrassed.

"S-sorry."

"It's fine...Changbin-ssi I'd like all that... please."

"Of course"

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Blah blah blah, the rest would be for a fic for another time, but basically, Changbin helps Chan out and also drives him to the next town over where Chan promises he has a place to go there. Changbin leaves him with some money & regretfully leaves Chan behind. Their short time together was pleasant & Changbin got the feeling that it was loneliness & being touch starved, which made him wished Chan stayed longer.

He couldn't get Chan out of his head. It became an obsession. He'd dreamt of Chan. His smile, dimples, hair, eyes, his laugh...

He started to lose his mind bc at every stop after that he thought he saw Chan. Flashes of white & sliver hair passing by his peripheral.

He wishes he could see him again...

"Woof!"

White silver fluffy fur. Shiny eyes. A sweet smile. There are always stray dogs roaming around truck stops. But something about this dog was different. How on earth! Was this dog not someone's? Shit he should be winning 1st prize at a dog show. Not begging an overworked truck driver for scraps.

But the dog kept following, and when Changbin closed himself into his truck, hands on the wheel, he heard a whine. And the beautiful dog was standing halfway up the stairs of his truck. He couldn't leave like this.

And suddenly there's a huge white Shepard wagging his tail in Changbin's passenger seat. Changbin thinks about where's the next closest grocery store for dog food on his route.

~

AND SO changbin has a dog. He calls him Chris, takes care of him, and loves him. Even though changbin becomes less lonely... he can't forget Bang chan.

And hints of him start showing up even after Chan is long gone. It's only changbin & Chris, right?

Blah blah blah, Changbin finds out Chan & Chris are the same. Chan is a weakened ancient wolf spirit that has now taken the form of a fluffy doggy that hitchhikes older men driving by. He's too weak to actually hurt anybody now, unless you know, he stabs them with a knife or something. Even he won't risk attacking someone in his dog form. So he relies on his human form's looks, tricks, and cute dog form to survive.

Changbin is someone he gets attached to, so he ended up following him & thankfully, the trucker is a very caring man & took him in.

~

Then BOOM they fall in love & kiss & drive into the sunset happily ever after

Sorry for typos I was rushing & excited

Pls feel free to talk to me about binchan anytime hehehe

[why-are-all-the-users-taken]

one shot based on my other post abt Jason being able to not eat a lot for long periods of time bc of his time with lupa and the wolves :)

Takes place on the Argo II btw

As usual,jason only took a small amount of food. Only this time it didn't really do as unnoticed like it normally did.

"Y'know you can eat more, we have a fridge that refills its self!" Leo said to Jason while shoving mash potatoes in his mouth.

Jason just shrugged. "I just get fill easy, " he mumbled.

Annabeth looked up, slightly concerned. "You sure? There's always more. "

"Yeah!" Percy exclaimed, his mouth full of blue pancake.

Jason hated the attention he was suddenly getting. "I'm fine," he said flatly hoping that they would drop it.

He didn't really want to tell them that his mom abandoned him when he was 2 and that wolves raised him.

But of course, because that's what he didn't want to happen, that's exactly what happened.

"Who we're you raised by that they didn't let you eat a full meal?" Percy asked, squinting at Jason as if trying to get a read on him.

"Didnt you're mom raise you? " Piper asked.

jason looked down at his plate, a small, bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Of course he was going to have to tell them the thing he most didn't want to share.

"My mother abandoned me in a forest as basically a offering to Juno, after that wolves raised me," Jason deadpanned.

The whole table was quiet for a moment.

Until all Hades broke lose.

"You were raised by wolves?"

"How did you survive?!"

"Wait you were raised by lupa weren't you?"

And more shouts and questions that got shouted out. But the loudest was annabeth.

She banged the table so hard that her water glass fell. "You're mother did what? "

jason flinched back, all of the yelling had rattled him, and he had to take a moment to gather what has happening.

Annabeth got up and started pacing while she ranted. "I mean I knew she was bad, Thalia ran away from her, but I didn't know she was that bad! "

Jason looked down at his hands that were now shaking. "Sorry" he mumbled. He hated all the yelling. It reminded him of a very distant memory of his mom screaming at him and Thalia when she got drunk.

Annabeth stopped pacing and looked at him quizzically. "What are you sorry for? It's us who should be sorry, we were yelling."

The others suddenly looked a bit sheepish for yelling.

jason had no clue how to react to all of this. "Oh." Was all he could mange to say.

Leo frowned. "What does being raised by wolves have to do with-" he cut him self off as realization hit him. "Did they don't give u enough to eat?"

Jason was trembling like a leaf on a windy day. "I don't- I can't- it was a while ago- i-" he stuttered, his face burning.

Hazels (lmao forgot abt my girl for a second there) face dawned with understanding. "Is that why you didn't eat much at Camp Jupiter too? You've just gotten into the habit of not eating a lot? "

Jason shrugged numbly (pls im cringying while writing this is), he was still embarrassed.

Frank (oop I forgot abt him too) frowned. "Well we'll have to help you break that habit then!"

The others mumbled in agreement and Jason smiled the slightest bit. He knew ig probably wouldn't work, he'd tried to break the habit a while ago but he was thankful that he had such great friends.