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mytrashs-blog · 5 years ago

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Drunk On You- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Please do not read this if you’re under 18. The Smutty part is between this signs: [...] so if you want to skip over the smut, you can, but it won’t make much sense. Also... There’s A LOT of swearing.

Summary: You’re a virgin and you’re drunk so you send a risky DM on instagram.

Word Count: Almost 6k... she’s thicc

A/N: I cannot tell you just how much I enjoyed writing this! It started as a 2 am inspiration punch and then it took me three weeks to finish it. It’s my first time writing smut, so I don’t know if that part’s good, but I like it and I really hope you do too. (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

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(Gif isn’t mine and I couldn’t track the author, so credits go to the owner)

Fuck this shit, you’re 22 years old, you’re in college and as much as you enjoy leaving fratboys with blue balls in the middle of a party, you need to get this over with. You’re tired of waiting for the “right guy”, if you keep on doing that you’ll end up virgin for your whole fucking life. But where the fuck can you find a guy that’s not gonna judge you for being a sad, drunk virgin in the middle of a tuesday night? Being drunk and alone at your dorm was pathetic enough…

So you scroll through instagram for a while only to find out there’s no right suitor for the job, but in the heat of the moment you notice that Tom Holland, yes the scrawny white boy that looks 12 and plays Spider-man has just posted a shirtless picture and boy, he does not look 12 anymore. So you slide into his DM’s just for the shit and giggles:

“Hey, Tommy boy!

You probably get millions of DMs like this every second of everyday, but fuck, I just wanted to say that you are extremely hot and I am extremely virgin and I’m also drunk, so I thought I’d write you to ask for a massive favor.

Would you have sex with me just to take my virginity away? Ok, thanks.

Bye!

P.S. I think you’re great in your new film.”

And yes, you did press send to that, but of course you don’t even remember writing it in the first place the next morning while getting ready for your 9am class, so your daily routine goes on as normal.

But then, while you’re making your best effort not to fall asleep while your professor talks about some depressed artist that beat his wife and was super sexist, but was somehow excused because he made some decent poem, you hear the unmistakeable ping of your phone, which can only mean that you got a text, so you go to see it, because that is far less rude than falling asleep during class, but you were surely not ready for what was showing on your phone screen.

All air, and life to be honest, left your body for a second, you double checked, and then triple checked and yes… Tom Holland had wrote you on instagram’s direct messages.

“Holy fuck” you only realize you said that out loud when the three people closest you turn to look at you and shush you, but you’re still in shock and still have not opened the message, but maybe it’s not a great idea to open it in front of everybody, specially your professor, so you figure the bathroom will be the best place to do it.

You lock yourself in a stall and sit down, get your phone out, take a deep breath and open the instagram message. My God, you were not expecting what your screen showed:

“Haha, this is too cool to ignore! I happen to be in your area right now… Give me a call and I’ll make it happen ;)”

And yes, his phone number was there too. The phone number of THE Tom Holland! like… WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What are the odds of him actually reading your DM? And the odds of him replying? And the odds of TOM MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND agreeing to be your first time?! Someone up there must be having a good laugh.

But it would be rude to chicken out now, right? One does not simply say no to fuck with a Marvel actor. You gotta do it. It's your holy duty. So you reply with a simple “Looking forward to it” and you get your shit together before returning to your class.

You think about texting him while you walk to grab some lunch, but what do you say to a celebrity that agreed to deflower you?… Wait. Holy shit! You’re actually gonna have sex with Tom Holland! He’s super ripped! And you’re gonna see and feel all his bits and pieces… honestly, your panties got a bit damp just thinking about that. This is gonna be fun.

You decide to shoot the text while waiting for your iced coffee. “Hey, it’s (Y/N) from instagram. Are you serious about the thing? If so, when are you available?”

And that’s when the game begins, cause he replied almost instantly and you decided he’s just another fratboy playing around, so you played along.

“I’m dead serious, babe. I can do it tonight.”

“Nice. That’s how I like it… what time are we talking about?”

“9 ish, maybe 10.”

“Gotta give me an hour… also, it would have to be at yours, cause I live in a dorm that I share with another girl.”

“You could ask her to join…”

“Haha. Nah, this is all for me to enjoy.”

“And you will. 9:30 sounds good for you, babe?

“Perfect.”

“I can pick you up. Send me your location and I’ll go there.”

“Nice. I’m liking it already.”

“You’ll like it even more.”

You go about your day with a stupid smile all day, nervous and excited for what’s gonna happen later. Paying attention to class? What is that? Concentrating on your due projects? You don’t know her. All you can do is think about the things that man might do to you later.

Wait… you gotta shave. Also, should you go buy some nice underwear? It overwhelms you how unprepared you are and you run, abandoning everything you had to do that day to go get ready to have sex with a super hot celebrity.

You shaved, exfoliated, bought nice underwear, picked out a sexy outfit, you even tried to work out a little to look a bit more toned for him. You allowed your most extra self to come and shine, and you definetely enjoyed the process.

“What are you getting ready for? It’s wednesday. I doubt there’s any interesting party. Oh God! Do you have a date?” your roomate asked as soon as she saw you posing a skirt for the mirror when she walked in.

“I think so… I don’t know. I’m gonna meet this guy I met on instagram.” She gave you a corncerned look, but you were definetely not gonna tell her the details, that’s extremely private, it’s rude to tell people about celebrities intimate life, even if it’s with you. He didn’t mention anything about keeping it secret, but it would do a lot of harm to freely go around saying that he likes having sex with fans. It would ruin his privacy completely. At least from your part, you can guarantee no one’s ever gonna find out.

True to your word, you sent him your location an hour before the time you arranged and he called you, yes. HE CALLED YOU at 9:30p.m. on the dot to tell you he was outside and it took you a second to process the call, so much that you couldn’t voice anything more than an “Okay”… that basically ruined your super confident text attitude, and this was over the phone, would you even be able to get inside his car? The nervousness really hit you like a truck the second you hung up the phone, and your roomate noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

After taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten trying to calm yourself down, you get your purse and walk down the hallway and the stairs of the dorms and by the time you get to the main door, your legs are shaking like crazy and your palms are a little sweaty, so you gotta calm down again and remind yourself that this man is just a regular human being and that nothing has to happen if you don’t want to. And just like with tequila shots, you stop thinking and just go for it.

As soon as you see the car, you walk confidently towards it, and as he rolls down the window you can see it really is him, but you don’t let his face tear your confidence down, so you slightly smile and get in the car, it’s an extremely fancy car and you’re sure you’ve never set foot in anything this luxurious, honestly there’s no doubt that the seat your ass is resting on right now could easily be worth your entire college tuition and student loans. Okay, maybe that is an exageration, but it sure looks expensive.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you in person… I’m Tom!” he smiles in a polite and friendly matter, and you can see there’s a hint of nervousness in his smile aswell and that eases you a little because it confirms that he’s just as normal as you are.

“I’m (Y/N), pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this. I know it’s super weird and all, and I was definetely not expecting this outcome when I sent that message last night, but I’m grateful regardless…” you’re rambling, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he looks amused even. When you finally stop talking he drives away and you fall into a slightly uncomfortable silence, until he turns the music on and you recognize the song so you start humming along, and he joins, but other than that, there’s not much talking on the way to the apartment he’s staying at temporarily right now.

The place looks expensive, but it’s also very simply decored, it does look a temporary thing, but it also looks like a place where a single chaotic youn man exploded, so there’s empty beer bottles here and there, clothes literally everywhere and dirty dishes in the sink… but it does smell like cologne, very manly aswell… being at his place sets a whole new level of anxiety, because this is just so intimate. You’re inside his little world, his safe space, and even if it’s just for a brief moment you’re just happy that he agreed to do this with you.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have wine, beer and a spare champagne bottle from the other night… or just water. Please make yourself comfortable, sorry about the mess, I really don’t like cleaning.”

“That’s alright… you should see my dorm during finals week, that’s a whole other level of messy, haha… and wine would be great, thanks.” You’re slowly calming down and trying no to overthink about what’s about to happen and forget about the reputation of the man you’re doing it with, because the fact that he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s less human and maybe glorifying him for his job is a little rude from you. So you sit down in the couch, right next to a thrown blue hoodie, hold on a second… this is the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, the one with the emblem of the highschool, shit, this is a historical piece of clothing for the cinematic world and you’re sitting right next to it. Shit, there goes all the progress you had made in the last fifteen minutes.

When he comes back with two glasses of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other one, you help him put down the stuff safely because he looks so stressed carrying the things and it is a small funny moment, before he sits down right beside you and it becomes impossible to get your words to come out of your mouth. So he takes the lead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of predator, okay? I don’t know why I agreed to do this, but it was not to take advantage of you, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna do this anymore, you can just tell me and we’ll call this off, okay.” He puts his hand on you knee to reassure you and it does make you feel better, and you relax into your seat and just nod a little before speaking.

“Thank you” And it comes out like you’re breathing out in relief, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you and you take a deep breath before corresponding and taking the last step to seal your lips together.

Your mind just goes blank and you forget what you were nervous about in the first place, kissing Tom is not that much different than kissing any other guy, except for the fact that his lips are softer than most guys’, but this one does have to take care of himself, it is literally part of his job and it should not be that surprising that a guy takes basic care for his appearance, but it is nice.

[…]

The kiss moves in a nice rythm and his hands start sliding from your knee to your waist and he pulls you closer to him and your hands find their courage and go to the back of his neck and so you’re also pulling him in, and all you want is to have him closer, as close as you can possibly have him, and when his hand moves down to your ass, you take that as the perfect moment to throw your leg over so you can straddle him and now both of Tom’s hands are on your ass and you grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and just because you need to breathe in properly, you let your lips disconnect and you see him beneath you.

His hand comes up to move your hair out of your face and you stare at each others eyes for a second and it doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore, so you smile at him for a brief moment, but being apart from his lips feels terrible right now so you lean back in and his hand is in your head and he’s pushing you closer to him, and your hands just slide down to his chest, you play with the chain he has on for a second and he smiles into the kiss, but then you move your attention to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

You take your lips to his neck and he becomes super responsive, you find his sensitive spot quite quickly and he moves you closer to him so you feel his lenght rubbing against your core and it makes you go undo the buttons faster, before you know it he’s taking the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, when his hands are free, he takes advantage and lifts your blouse and you put your arms up to give him easy access. You’re glad you rush bought that set of nice underwear, because Tom’s eyes visibly fill with lust at the sight of the barely there lacy piece covering your breasts.

He touches your chest ever so lightly it gives you goosebumps, he traces a path to your breasts but he stops right before getting to them “Can I?” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes, and there’s something so sexy about him seeking your explicit consent, it makes your panties a little wetter, you nod lightly and he goes ahead, tracing the shape of your breasts with his fingers, like he wants to get familiar with them, he takes one of your nipples between his fingers and applies a little preasure on it, and then on the other one, he’s taking his sweet time before cupping them and pressing his lips in the space between them, and your hands respond to that by taking his hair and pulling lightly and he moans into your skin and it makes you shiver.

He keeps leaving wet kisses on your nipples and sucking on sensitive spots and you can swear it will leave marks, but who cares, you’re just over the moon with everything that’s happening and you just want more and more. He takes one hand to your ass again and he holds it tightly, using the other hand he slides to the edge of the couch and just like it’s nothing heavier than an empty box, he stands up, and you gasp because frankly you were not expecting it, he laughs a little and gives you a reassuring smile.

“I just thought we’ll be more comfortable in my room.”

“Okay, then.” You find it so odd that he’s so unbothered while carrying your full weight, like you’re not exactly the lightest woman in the world, but you won’t deny that being so close and personal to his biceps like this, it’s something you could get used to.

He takes you up the stairs, and along the corridor, once you reach the door, he turns the knob but decides to kick the door rather than opening it like a normal person, but you can’t complain because every moves looks hotter than the previous, and when he lays you down on his bed and stays hovering above you, you just can’t handle it and you kiss him again, your legs hug around his bum to bring him closer where you need him and he takes the hint, he pushes your skirt to your stomach and before he does anything else, his seeks your consent “Is this okay?” he asks, “Yes.” you say loud and clear and he rubs his fingers on your core, and it feels good, but your panties feel like a concrete wall, you just need to feel his fingers, his everything all over your body, so you arch your back and unzip the skirt and he pulls it down and throws it to a corner of the room.

He takes a second to look at you in just your underwear and you feel exposed, but he’s looking at you like you’re some sort of Goddess, he kicks his shoes off and goes to undo the button of his jeans, and it looks so slow and you need him now but you watch him and when he slides down the jeans and you can make out the shape of his member. You feel a little overwhelmed with the view in front of you, and you take a moment to take it all in. His face is crowned by (now) very messy curls, his eyes that used to be brown are practically pitch black by both the dim lighting and lust, there’s freckles all over his nose and cheeks, but they’re barely noticeable, his jawline is the most defined you’ve ever been near to, but even though there are a lot of strong features in his face, he looks almost childish and innocent… until you drop your eyes to his chest, that is.

Every single muscle in his chest has some sort of definition, he’s not as ripped as in the movies, but then again, he’s not super dehydrated and over exercised right now, and he still looks more muscular than any guy you know, his abs are defined, there’s a visible V marking the path from his hips to his member and it is stupidly making your mouth water. He has black Calvin Kleins still on, but that’s the last piece of clothing he has on, and the anticipation is killing you.

He takes you by the ankles an pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and he spreads your legs open and gives you a devilish smile before leaning back in to give you a quick yet intense kiss on the lips and he slides down to your neck and chest again, but he keeps making his way down your body towards your bellybutton and it gives you goosebumps everytime he gives you even a peck or a light touch, you’re shivering with every touch.

“Relax, love… if you want me to stop you can just say it, okay?” He says looking up at you and you nod, you breathe in to calm your nerves down, he waits for you, when you’re finally ready you nod at him again, he gives your waist a light squeeze, smiles at you and places a kiss to your stomach and keeps kissing you lower, until one of his hands goes to your thigh while the other teases the waistband of your panties, hooking one finger on it, he starts pulling it down painfully slowly, you lift your bum to make it easier for your panties to leave your body, once Tom strecthes them to throw them to some part of the room, you sit up to take off your bra and he looks intently at you while you do it, so you smile and lock your eyes to his just to make it more interesting, and you also take your sweet time unclasping the clips, and Tom starts to get impatient, you can see it in his smile, but you enjoy playing with him so even when you do unclasp both clips, you keep the piece on and he puts his hands on his hair in exasperation and you just laugh, enjoying this small moment of being the one in charge, but you give in and take the lacy bra off and throw it to him, he catches it and throws it to the side.

You’re completely naked in his bed and he’s taking the view in. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” he says and you feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, but you smile and thank him regardless, he smiles back and leans back down, he kisses one of your thighs and then the other one, before he does anything else he looks up at you, once again looking for any signs of hesitation “Are you sure you want this?” he asks from his position and when you nod, he dives in.

He presses a light kiss into your folds and you immediately feel electricity emmiting from your core. Needless to say it’s your first time recieving an oral, every sensation is new, you can’t even tell if he’s good at this or not, but for you, it feels like the best sensation in the world, his tongue dances over your clit and you just grasp the sheets for dear life and when he sucks on it you swear you could come right there, but you manage to hold it for a little longer and he keeps going, it doesn’t take long for him to introduce one finger inside, the moan you let out is just obscene and he seems to love it, because he moans too but the vibrations that it sent to your clit make you lose it and you come yelling his name like your life depends on it and he guides you through your first orgasm of the night with his mouth and finger still pumping in and out.

“You’re dripping wet, you know that?” He tells you once you’ve calmed down and have regained your ability to function like a human being, you smile at him, trying to speak, but that function has not come back yet. He kisses you in the mouth and you can taste yourself in his mouth, you start relaxing into the kiss, and he starts tracing gentle circles on the skin of your stomach and you turn your body so can be face to face and your leg happens to feel his dick, and it feels impossibly hard, so you try to relieve the pressure by stroking it with your hand, but when you get your hand down his waistband, Tom stops you “If you touch me now, I’ll be the biggest dissapointment of your life.”

“You forget that I’m a virgin… I have nothing to compare you to.”

“Still… I’ve got my pride.” he finishes as he gets up and rumbles in a drawer of his nightstand, he finds the condom and shows it to you. “Do you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, there’s nothing you want more than do it right now, but it sure makes you nervous, still you give him verbal consent “Yes, I do.”

That’s all he needs, he stands up completely and takes his underwear off, it happens quite fast, but you do get to apreciate his dick in full exposure, not that you’d know, but it sure looks like it’s gonna be hard to fit that inside of you, and you panic a little and Tom notices and chuckles while he slides the condom on, “It’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

He crawls back to the bed and hovers above you, his hand go to your core again and he slowly introduces one finger into you and starts pumping in and out slowly, he stays looking in your eyes, watching your every reaction, you’re moaning slightly, when he notices that you’ve gotten used to the sensation, he adds another digit and the pressure feels uncomfortable, but he notices so he waits for you to get used to the feeling before he starts pumping it, you bite your lip as you enjoy his movements, moans coming out of your mouth to the rythm of his fingers, when he starts stretching you by doing scissor motions with his fingers, the feeling increases and it is a lot more intense so you hold onto his arm, he’s still looking at you, wanting to be sure that you’re okay and staying alert to see any signs of discomfort in you, but you like it so much.

He takes his fingers out and the emptiness is just overwhelming, but when you see that he’s trying to align himself to your entry, you relax and stress at the same time. This is real. It’s gonna happen. Actually it’s happening at this moment. He looks at you again and lifts his eyebrows in question, you nod lightly and you hold on to his forearm and his neck in preparation. He pushes slowly in, it hurts a little but it’s not that bad, Tom sees you wincing and stops, waiting for you to get used to the new feeling, when you do, he keeps pushing a little. The rythm goes like that until he’s fully in.

You can see he’s having a hard time trying not to hurt you, it’s clear that he just wants to go for it, but you’re grateful he’s containing himself while you get used to the feeling of being so full right now, when you’re ready, you nod at him and he pulls slightly out, waits for you, and pushes back in. The rythm is slow at first for you to get used to it. At first it feels like too much, but the more he thrusts into you, it starts being not enough.

His grunts and moans sound heavinly to your ears, and whenever you are brave enough to just open your eyes and see him, his face is just so beautiful, he has a frown in his face out of concentration and self control, you’re admiring him when he opens his eyes and they meet yours, it’s such an intimate moment, it makes you blush a little bit, you caress his cheek and hair, interlocking your fingers in his curly locks, he lets out a soft moan in pleasure.

The pace gets faster and stronger and you’re getting closer to your high with every thrust, he’s hitting a point inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and it’s a whole new level of pleasure, it’s even making you feel like the world is spinning, you grab onto his back and scratch as you try to keep it together, he moans loudly and stops and pulls out suddenly.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” he tells you and you comply, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can fuck you while standing up off the bed, you try to arch your back to give him better access, he slides in easier now, and the sensation changes completely, he’s hitting another point that feels even better in this angle, the pleasure doesn’t let you stay stable and your arms can’t keep you up, so you press your face to a pillow and you can’t stop moaning his name, your high creeping up from your stomach once again.

“T- Tom… I think I’m gonna…”

“Wait for me, darling, I’m right there with you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and arythmic, he goes faster, his grunts louder with each thrust, your names falls from his mouth a lot more now, and his is the only word you can say at this point. You come first with an incredibly loud moan of his name. The feeling of you reaching your orgasm around his dick is enough to send him over the edge too, your name being dropped with a loud grunt, he squeezes your breast and rests his head on your back when he comes down from his high, both of you panting. You stay like that for a moment, but then Tom pulls out and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

[…]

You lay in the bed completely naked, but you do feel more exposed now that the moment’s over, so you cover up with a pillow and think about what just happened, relishing on how good it was, you figure this was the best idea you’ve had in a while, even if the most ridiculous but it worked out pretty well.

Tom comes back soon after and hands you a water bottle (because he apparently just keeps water bottles in his bathroom), you thank him and he lays in the bed with you. “How was that?” he asks you in some worried matter, like his whole career depended on your answer, you look at him and smile at him like he’s crazy, you had two orgasms, isn’t that enough proof that you liked it? when the anxiety becomes aparent in his face, you give him the verbal confirmation. “Of course I did, wasn’t it obvious?” you say while trying to hide your face, he takes your arms to stop you from doing so.

“Y/N! Don’t hide! It was actually really good for me too, and I’m happy you had a good first time, it’s cool.”

You smile at him bigger now, getting more comfortable now, and he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, and you lay there just chilling for a while. Checking the clock in Tom’s bedside table you realize it’s almost 2 in the morning, you haven’t talked about this, but you think it’s not a good idea to stay the night, maybe he has things to do tomorrow, and you do have a class at 9, so you start to get up to recolect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Tom asks in a whiny tone, he was right about to fall asleep before you got up.

“I think it’s time for me to leave, it’s quite late and I’ve got class tomorrow.” you reply with a slightly sad tone, just for the drama.

“You don’t have to go. There’s no way I’m letting you take an uber and I’m too lazy to get up and drive you… so stay, I promise I’ll take you to your front door tomorrow morning, alright?” also, he gives you mad puppy eyes to convince you, but you still move around the room trying to find your underwear, just to not be naked anymore.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes back on, cause this is weird.”

“Can you throw me my underwear, please?”

“Yeah, just let me try and find them.” You throw them at him once you find them among the mess and they land straight in his face, you just gotta laugh at it and he just rolls his eyes at you and puts the thing on jokingly bitching about you being rude to him and you just laugh at him while you walk back to the bed.

At some point, Tom goes to retrieve your clothes and the wine from the living room while you just scroll through your phone absent mindedly, you half read the tweets and just ignore the instagram posts you see until he gets back and gives you your barely touched glass of wine and lays back down next to you.

You stay there for a while just talking and drinking, actually getting to know each other, you tell him about your major in college, how hard it gets sometimes, and you even tell him about why you had never had sex before. He tells you about his work, his family, the things he wants to do next… he does tell you a little tiny spoiler of the future of Marvel, which you had to swear you wouldn’t reveal to anyone ever and it would be a secret you take to your graveyard. It’s a nice pillow talk, you’re laying in the bed, facing each other, his hand is lazily resting on your waist, yours playing with the chain on his neck. This is likely even more intimate than the sex itself, and it’s nice.

When you do finally fall asleep, is in that position. Wine bottle completely empty in the floor, clothes laying around, only sound in the room being the light snores of Tom and heavy sleep breathing. You’re extremely comfortable and relaxed, long forgotten how nervous you were before this happened. You could get used to this.

Your slumber is ruined when the alarm goes off at half 7 in the morning, you feel tired, but you get your clothes back on anyway, Tom takes a little longer to fully wake up, but he keeps his promise and throws a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, he also throws a hat on just to not deal with his morning/sex hair, for the same reason, you also just put your hair in a messy bun.

He actually parks the car and walks you back to your dorm, it’s quite early, but there is some people around the hallways anyways and it makes you a bit anxious thinking you might get him in trouble if he does get recognized, but he seems relaxed and unbothered about it anyway.

“I had a lot of fun. It was really nice to get to know you… call me up if you ever want to do this again, okay?” he tells you with his hands stuck in his pockets, it makes you smile how cute he looks.

“Thank you, Tom. I really enjoyed it… thanks for not being weird about this whole thing.”

“That’s alright. Okay, take care and don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Okay.” He gives you a last kiss on the cheek before you get inside your dorm to get ready for class, and he goes back home, and that is it.

Months go by without you ever talking to or about Tom, you just assumed that was the end of everything you lived with him and it is a lovely and super hot thing to remember, but there's nothing more to it.

Bing

Your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You were studying, so you weren't talking to anyone. As you check the notification, you freeze just like you did the first time you saw his name on your screen.

"Hey! I'm in your town! What are you up to?"

Tagging some people to avoid the flop:

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Heartbreak Weather, Part Four- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland X Horan!Reader

Prompt: It’s been a month, and you still don’t know what happened in San Francisco, but you know that you’re still in love with Tom.

Word Count: 2700

Featured Songs (All by Niall Horan): Still - Arms of a Stranger - Cross Your Mind

Previous Parts: Teaser One Two Three

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

A/N: Strongly suggest listening to Still while reading this!

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November 2019

It had been one month. And it was the worst month of your life.

You had tried nearly everything to move on from Tom, to have a new life. But no matter what, heartbreak weather was your forecast for the rest of your life.

You were back in London after spending two weeks with your parents in Mullingar. You had tried to go on dates with a couple different guys that you had recently met; they were great guys, but they weren’t Tom. You couldn’t bring yourself to attempt a second date with either one. It felt too wrong to be in the arms of a stranger.

Maybe it didn’t help that you still had Tom’s things in your apartment. He had a key, and you knew he could get in if he really wanted to, if he really wanted to get his things back. His toothbrush still stood beside yours on your bathroom counter; his razor was still sitting beside the sink; his clothes were still in your drawers; his large wool blanket was still on your couch; his stained apron still rested in your kitchen; his presence was in every room of your apartment. You couldn’t get away from him, and you weren’t exactly sure that you wanted to.

It was just another sad, lonely night for you. The rain poured down outside as you laid on your couch, watching a random Netflix tv show. You weren’t particularly interested in what was playing; your mind was too caught up on Tom. You suspected your problem may have been the fact that you were using his blanket to keep yourself warm, but you didn’t really want to find a new one. It was the first thing of his that he left at your place; it was just too comforting for you, both physically and mentally.

You and Tom had been dating for nearly three months when he first brought that grey, wool blanket over. You had a rough day at school, so when you called your boyfriend to vent about it, he showed up at your doorstep an hour later with the blanket in one hand and a grocery bag of sweets and popcorn in the other.

“I was thinking a movie night might cheer you up?” He smiled as he came inside, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“Please.” You said.

“You pick the movie, I’ll make the popcorn.” Tom made his way into your apartment, setting the blanket down on the couch. He then went to your kitchen and began to make the popcorn in the microwave.

“Can I pick a chick flick?” You asked, already eyeing ‘A Walk to Remember’.

“Anything you want, darling.” He replied. You set up the movie and Tom came back to the couch with a large bowl of popcorn. He placed the blanket over your laps and wrapped an arm around you.

As you sat there, leaning into his embrace, you began to feel a reassurance of your feelings for him- that was the moment you knew you were in love with him. He didn’t have to buy you candy and popcorn; he didn’t have to come over to see you today; he didn’t have to sit through one of the best, saddest romance movies out there; but he did.

“Tom,” You spoke up softly, drawing his attention away from the movie.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at you. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his nickname.

“I love you.” You confessed those three little words that had been resting on your tongue since you two first got together.

“I love you, too.” Tom leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Are you just saying that because I said it first? I didn’t want to rush you-” You started to ramble, concerned about the timing of it all. After all, you two haven’t even celebrated your three month anniversary yet.

“I’ve wanted to tell you that for months now.” He said. He paused as he took a moment to register your worries, “I promise that I love you and you didn’t rush me into saying it. I promise to love you for the rest of my life.”

“I promise to love you for the rest of my life, too.” You replied, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him again.

Ever since that day, Tom stayed at your place more and more often. He continued to leave different things, here and there. Half the time you assumed it was just an excuse for him to keep coming back. One thing’s for sure, though, you love that blanket and you love him.

Trying to distract yourself from your own memories of Tom, you pulled up your phone and began to mindlessly scroll through Instagram. It had been a couple days since you had checked your social media, and you paused as you saw that Tom had posted a video to his account. It was just a clip of him with Harrison’s guitar, playing a song. You didn’t need to turn on your volume to know which song he was playing, but you did anyway because if there was one thing you needed, it was to hear Tom play ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.

Actually, there were two things you needed: to listen to Tom’s playing and to actually have Tom.

Before you had time to really think about your actions, you stood from your blanket cocoon and rushed to put on decent clothes for the weather outside. With your coat, rain boots, and purse, you hurried out of your apartment and began to drive over to Tom’s place.

“What am I doing?” You mumbled to yourself as you turned into his neighborhood.

“Just tell him you’re sorry.” You said and immediately shook your head, “No, no, this is stupid. He’ll never take me back.” You pulled onto his street with a heavy sigh.

“Wait, I still have time to leave.” You pondered the thought of turning around, saving yourself from this hopeless venture. You swore your heart stopped as you parked outside of his house. You listened to the rain pouring down outside and decided it had to be done- you were here and you would apologize.

You stepped out of your car and pulled up your hood. You made it halfway to his door before you stopped and began to think of what to say exactly. You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Tom’s voice.

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?” Tom asked, stepping outside. Though he kept his distance from you, you could tell that he had quickly thrown on his own coat and shoes because he was still in his pajamas.

“What really happened in San Francisco? I want honesty.” You spoke up, and immediately mentally chastised yourself. You wanted to apologize, not bring up old wounds. It was too late now though; you had asked the burning question. Now, you could only hear the rain hitting the ground as your tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You want honesty?” Tom stepped towards you until he was right in front you, his hands in his pockets in an attempt to keep them warm. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his.

“Nothing happened in San Francisco. Ellie was in the city, and she came to see Harry, not me.” He began, “Ever since I discovered she is the one that Eric cheated on you with, I haven’t spoken to her. I never cheated on you. I thought of you every second I was gone.” You watched as Tom’s eyes started to brim with tears.

“When you wouldn’t answer my calls, I flew out here to see you and yes, while I was in the air, I had Harrison come check on you. I had to make sure you were okay, that you were safe, and I’m sorry I had to send my best friend in my place. I hated not being able to instantly be there with you. But then Harrison told me you left and that you never wanted to see me again.

“I thought maybe, maybe you would change your mind about me, about us, if I went to you. So I did. I followed you out to Mullingar, and do you know how common of a name Horan is out there? I know I’ve been to your parents’ place before, but you always drove because you know I’m awful at directions. I felt like a Niall Horan stalker just trying to find you in Mullingar. I’m so lost without you, and nothing showed me that more than when I was in the Mullingar, completely alone and confused without you there with me.” Tom laughed lightly. His tears were freely falling now.

“I told you then that I love you, and I’ll tell you again now. I promised to love you for the rest of my life, and I fully intend to keep that promise because I do love you. So, if honesty is telling you the truth, then I’m still in love with you, Y/N. You left me in pieces back in Mullingar, don’t do that to me now.” He finished, his lips shaking in nerves.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You said, falling into his arms. You cried into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you; you still fit perfectly into his arms. “I’m still in love with you too, Tom. I just got so scared that Ellie-”

“I would never do that. I would never hurt you.” He replied as you pulled away from the hug. He wiped away your tears and you wiped away his. He held your face tenderly in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m sorry for not telling you about Ellie.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I screwed up. Take me back?” You asked, your voice falling just above a whisper. Tom nodded and leaned down to kiss you, ignoring the rain around you.

“I think we should go inside.” You laughed as he pulled away.

“Probably.” Tom grabbed your hand and led you inside. He took your coat and the two of you went to his room, so as to continue your alone time away from the other boys.

“I thought you were supposed to be off filming right now.” You inquired softly as you two cuddled in his bed, trying to regain some lost warmth from being out in the cold.

“I was, but I told my manager I needed some personal time off. I couldn’t bring myself to leave, in case you did come back. That’s why I left all of my stuff at your place.” Tom admitted. There was another comfortable silence before you spoke up again.

“How did you find the house in Mullingar?” You asked.

“Well, when I tried to find it from memory, I just got really confused. So I went to that pub that we went to for Saint Patrick’s Day and one of your school friends was there. I don’t remember which one, but he was with us for Saint Patrick’s Day, and he knew where your parents lived.”

“So you got lucky?”

“I got lucky, very lucky.” Tom replied. You watched as his smile faltered a bit. Searching of his own validation, he asked, “Do you want this, us together again? Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” You answered, giving him a kiss. “We’ll be alright.” You watched as the sun began to peek out from behind the rain clouds, filtering into Tom’s room. You smiled softly, farewell to heartbreak weather.

~~~

Christmas 2019

“Darling, I’m here.” You heard Tom’s voice echo in your apartment from the front door.

“In the kitchen.” You called back out to him, as you pulled the small roast out of the oven.

As agreed upon last year, Tom wasn’t allowed to make the Christmas roast, but he did make a side dish. It was the Sunday before the holiday and your last night in town before you’d leave to spend the holidays in Ireland with your family.

“Smells wonderful.” Tom smiled, coming in with an opened box. He set it down on the counter and took out a bowl-shaped dish and a long, narrow dish.

“What’d you make?” You asked, greeting him with a kiss.

“Potatoes.” He replied, “They turned out better than the roast did last year, so I think I’ve improved.”

“What else did you make?” Your hands reaching out for the surprise dish. Tom caught your hands in his and smirked.

“That’s a surprise.”

“Alright, if you say so.” You laughed. “Carve up the roast, I’ll get the salad.”

“You got it.” Tom replied as you grabbed the salad from the fridge. He cut up the small roast, serving it onto two plates, as you served the two side dishes onto the plates.

It was a small, make-shift Christmas dinner for the two of you; you both wanted to have an intimate night for the holiday without making so much food that you have leftovers for a week. After you two finished dinner, you went to the guest room to get out his gift, which you had been hiding in the one room that he doesn’t go into.

“Close your eyes.” You called from the hallway, where he couldn’t see you holding his unwrapped present.

“They’re closed.” He announced and you peaked around the corner to see him sitting on the couch, hand over his eyes.

“You better not be looking.” You said, coming into the room.

“I promise I’m not.” Tom laughed.

“Okay, you can open them.” You stated, once you had placed the gift in his lap. He removed his hand and a wide smile grew on his face.

“You got me a guitar?” He asked, eyes wide in wonder as he traced the instrument delicately. You sat down beside him eagerly.

“Look at the bottom.” You smiled, proud of the gift. On the bottom of the guitar sat his initials with a small red heart beside it.

“I love it. I love you.” He leaned over to kiss you, mindful of the guitar in his lap.

“And now for my gift.” Tom announced, setting the guitar down and taking your hand. He brought you into the kitchen to the mystery dish. He unveiled the dish to reveal a yule log; it was slightly cracked, but it was endearing.

“You made a yule log?” You smiled. You turned to give him a kiss, but you let out a small gasp as Tom was kneeling on the floor.

“Now, I was going to put this,” Tom spoke as he pulled out a small ring box and opened it up to you. A beautiful diamond ring sitting right in the center of it, “on the yule log, but I figured you probably wouldn’t want to wear a chocolate covered ring. So that was all a distraction, and I’m sorry if the yule log is actually awful-”

“No, it’s so sweet.” You said, still fond of the gesture that he wanted to make this Christmas special.

“Well, that’s good because I’m really nervous and I actually didn’t fully prepare a speech, but the point is, Y/N Horan, I am so madly in love with you, and I want to be with the rest of my life. I know we’ve only been dating for a year-”

“Yes,” You cut him off again, “The answer will always be yes.”

“You haven’t let me ask yet.” Tom laughed. He took the ring out of the box and slipped on your finger, continuing to talk, “This is my official promise to love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes.” You answered. He stood to his full height and pulled you in for a kiss.

As you listened to Tom play ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ on his new guitar while you ate a piece of the yule log, you knew you were finally completely free of heartbreak weather.

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tothemeadow · 4 years ago

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I've been a proshipper for awhile now but I don't think I want to be anymore? I'm not an anti either though. Maybe I just need a fresh online start? I know it all comes down to not bullying others, which I would never do but there's so much casual racism in the community and whenever I bring it up I get told it's just fiction. As a poc seeing people with blm in their bio creating media that exists solely on race, whitewashing, or stereotypes feels bad. My friends also screenshot teenagers that say they don't like problematic content (not being violent, just complaining in their circle) and then make a whole thread mocking them and it makes me feel sick. Idc that "that's what antis do", two wrongs don't make a right. Idk, I just feel too old for discourse posting (I'm only 22) and I realized that I want to enjoy my problematic content on my own I guess. Barely any of these issues exist off the internet. I like all the characters I want without judgement AND I can also freely say "fictional 18+ content of a 5 year old is weird" and not get an essay about how I'm trying to commit mass censorship. I don't want to be harassed by people for what I like, but I don't want to be called a cop for saying "maybe writing the N word in this fic as a white person is bad." I ESPECIALLY don't want to be gaslit and told that the people doing it aren't "real" proshippers. Sorry for ranting, I just feel alone on this I guess.

I’m glad you feel comfortable getting this off your chest, and I appreciate your honesty. Perhaps I can provide some comfort ot advice?

First and foremost, ship whoever the fuck you want. As long as it’s legal, go for it. Frankly, I ship characters because there’s nice pieces of art/writings? Also, it’s a fictional character and there’s worse things in the world to worry about?

Anyway, the internet is a shit place. While there’s incredible things out here, people strive for negativity to the point where it isn’t even funny. Since things are “anonymous” or not face-to-face, people act like cowards and target others since they “can’t get in trouble.” In my opinion, people tend to lack maturity when it comes to the internet and it’s disgusting. This is a big reason why I don’t have many social media accounts, and by god it’s one of the best decisions of my life. I’d rather spend my time worrying about my frail grandmother who has Alzheimers rather than argue with some stranger over an issue that neither of us can control.

As for the race issue, I try to keep things neutral as possible in my works. Unless somebody specifically asks for something, that’s how I try to do it. I myself am white, and I know a lot of works cater to lighter skin people. It’s unfair, yes, but there’s nothing I can do personally about the issue. (This is where my POC writers come and serve justice, to kudos to you 👏👏👏)

What I’m trying to say is that the internet is not a good place. While there IS some safe spaces, overall it’s shit. People do get sensitive for the wrong reasons, and it completely blows my mind for their arguments. Maybe I sound like an asshole about this, but I truly do think people are wasting their time and energy on trying to bring others down. If someone randomly left a message in my inbox saying something along the lines of “you suck, fuck off,” like... Who cares? They’re probably gonna be on anon anyway? Whatever I write and post is not affecting your life whatsoever, besides the point of you “not liking it.”

And that’s what it boils down to. If people don’t agree with each other, they tear the other down. And it’s like hey, if you wanna act like a damn monkey, go to a zoo. I understand that people don’t share the same ideology as me, but come on. It’s not hard to not treat others like shit. Then again, common decency is too hard to understand nowadays, at least at a majority level.

I probably sound like I’m preaching or I’m saying I’m better than others. And you know what? That’s okay. Why? Because I respect others, especially online. If I don’t like what I see, I click away rather than target them and try to make them feel like shit. Like what RuPaul said, it is NOT your business what other people think of you. If they don’t like you, who cares? If they don’t like what you’re into, who cares? As far as I’m concerned, it’s your own life and you can do as you please.

I realized I’m rambling, wow. I may have gotten off topic >.> Either way, I’m trying to say is “do what you want.” Granted, I’m not saying you should do illegal shit, but just... enjoy what you want? I don’t think I can convey this through text, and I apologize. Being online means you have to walk on eggshells constantly, and that’s what sucks about it. I mean, aren’t most things out there for our enjoyment? Who decided it would be a good idea to knock that idea and turn communities into such toxic places?

If I could rewrite the world, I would. I personally apologize if my words seem “typical” in any sort of way. I know people tend to write with their familiar with, and maybe of caution? Like, they don’t want to screw something up? I dunno. This is a big rant, yada yada, and I don’t know if it makes sense or even helps. I’ve said numerous times that I want this blog to be an open place, so I thank you for being honest.

#empress talks

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Request: Hiiii! Can I have James Potter x Reader, prompts 12 and 26 (Prompt List #2)? Thank you so much ❤️ Love you and your beautiful works ❤️

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~Master List~

~Harry Potter Master List~

Detention wasn’t the last place you thought you’d find yourself on a Friday after classes, but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t happen everyday. You didn’t even do anything this time, in fact you tried to tell that to Professor Slughorn but he wouldn’t hear of it and sent you on your way with a detention under your belt. There was only one other kid supposed to be with you today, you didn’t know his name just that it was a boy McGonagall sent. Waiting outside for McGonagall to return to her classroom seemed to take forever but your head snapped around at the click in her heels and the slight thumping much slower behind her.

Of course it was one of the Marauders, James to be more specific, that would get himself stuck with you. James looked up, smirking when he saw you staring eyebrow raised at him. James and you hadn’t had much interaction, yet when you did it mostly consisted in you mocking him with his attempts to ask out one of your best friends. It amused you every time you saw him strike out but you had to admire his persistence.

“Y/L/N! Didn’t know you’d be going me today? This should be fun, yeah?” He jokes as he puts a hand around your shoulder, looking up at McGonagall, who just gave you a sad smile, you waved it off, elbowing James in the stomach soft enough so you didn’t hurt him but enough so his arm is off you.

“If I laugh, will you go away? You know, I’m not surprised you’re here, I am surprised there’s only one of you though.” McGonagall let you both into the classroom. Your assignment was simple, read a book and write about it. In fact you were almost done with your work before a kid came speeding into the room, dragging the professor away for something you didn’t quite care to listen to.

The rapid scribbling of your quill drowned in your ears until a soft thud came from the boy next to you. You took a look at James, seeing his head laid on the desk and quill still in his hand.

“Are you falling asleep already Potter? You’re not even done with half your assignment.” You said and nudged him a little, getting him to look up at you over his arm.

“Oh shut it Y/N. Not all of us can pay attention so bloody long to a piece of parchment.” He muttered as he pushed his stuff to the top of the desk, turning his whole body towards you. “Distract me?”

You chuckled at his request, trying to come up with something to talk about. “How are you going to ask Lily out next?” James fully sat up, making you laugh at his desperation.

“Well I was thinking during lunch tomorrow I would slip her a note-“

“A note? You’re gonna slip her a note?” You interrupted him, jaw slung open at how lame his attempt sounded. James just rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Like you could up with something better?” You gave him a cheshire grin, pulling out a new piece of parchment from your bag and sprawled it across his and your now adjoining desks. “First off, you gotta show she means something to you. You can’t keep asking her out with all these elaborate plans and, while truly I think they’re hilarious, she finds them a little... immature. Just be yourself, you don’t have to try to impress her until after she agrees to a date. For now, just get her to like who you are.” He nodded his head, taking note of your words and trying to come up with a plan.

“Is that how it was with you and hufflepuff’s perfect prefect?” James smiled as he scratched his quill to the paper, not seeing the look in your eye as your smile faltered.

“Trust me. Rogers was... not perfect. Far from it actually.” You played with your fingers as you mumbled, not looking at James as he gives you a quizzical look. “He cheated on me a few weeks ago. Some slytherin, I don’t know who.” A hint of rage filled James’ eyes as he looked at you, trying to keep your composure. He didn’t know what to do so he reached into his bag.

“Want some?” He offered and stuck out his hand. He was holding a box of every flavor beans which caused you to smile and laugh. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful.

“These are my favorite. I always some of eat these when I’m feeling down, Lily hates how fast I go through them saying they aren’t good for me and tried to get me to stop. Jokes on her, I still eat them.” You said picking out a few and popping them into your mouth. You sighed in relief when all of them seemed to be the better tasting ones. James on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. He had went the safer way, eating only one but grimacing when it turned out to be an earwax flavored bean.

“That was disgusting!” James laughed out, bellowing into the classroom. You couldn’t hold back your laughs as well and joined him, not even stopping when the door swung open to reveal Professor McGonagall swiftly making her way to the front of the classroom. She looked between you and James, the box of beans between you now being offered out to her by James’ hand as you began laughing even harder, wiping away tears falling freely from your face. You weren’t even aware when McGonagall ushered you both out of the classroom, James behind you with his hands on his shoulders pushing you out.

“Thanks for that James. I needed it.” You told him as your laughs calmed down a little.

“Anytime Y/N. You know, I’m surprised we haven’t gotten along earlier. You seem to be... pretty cool.” James says and you agree completely, conversation with him was much easier than anyone, especially when you were with Rogers, he most definitely didn’t care enough to make you feel better.

“Yeah, You’re fun. I love the pranks you pull, and the ones on snivellus? Legendary.” You complimented him as you both make your way to the Common Room. Your topics of conversation expanded more and more, talking about homework, favorite classes, or your families. You never expected the walk back to take so long but you weren’t really minding the company. When you finally saw the portrait you felt your heart drop a little but you pushed the feeling away.

“Prongsy!” Sirius shouted the moment you both entered the room and you rolled your eyes, letting out a little chuckle at his nickname. You saw Marlene and Lily in the corner and turned to James, silently nodding in their direction as he smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder and gently pushing you to them. You sat across from Lily as she turns towards you, eyeing you up and down.

“Why are you so happy? Didn’t you have detention?” She questions as Marlene agrees, leaning across the table to get closer to you.

“Yes, I had detention. Can’t I just be happy for once?” You gave her a pointed look and her smirk turned into a frown. She knew what you meant, ever since Rogers and you broke up you hadn’t been that same perky girl you were. The one that just walked into the common room a few minutes ago.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Now, let’s talk Potions.” She said changing the subject and slamming her book down and making the table clatter.

“Merlin Lily, it’s Friday! We have the whole weekend to do the work. Let’s just talk.”

James found himself a seat on the ground next to Sirius who was sitting in the armchair and the 4 of them just began chatting. James, rather expectedly, kept glancing over to the table Lily and you sat at laughing away at some dumb comment Marlene made and a warm smile made its way onto James’ face.

“Oi! Did you hear anything I said?” Sirius said as he nudged James in the back of his head to get his attention. “Of course you didn’t. Too busy staring staring at your ‘lilyflower’.” Sirius cooed as Peter cackled, getting Remus it chuckle as well. James blushed as he turned his sights away from your group, pushing Sirius off the chair to take his spot.

“Just repeat it.” He told Sirius who rolled his eyes.

“I was saying how Y/N seemed different today.” James nodded and took a small glance towards you before paying attention to Sirius’ ramblings. “Whatever it is, it looks good on her.” Sirius eyed your table, locked on your face as you beamed at the red head.

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” Peter mentioned as Sirius groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

“No, they broke up.” James mumbled, pulling the parchment from your Lily talk earlier out of his bag and letting his eyes roam over it. Remus furrowed his brows as he looked over his shoulder at you before James.

“How’d you know that?”

“She told me.” James shrugged as if it was the easiest thing in the world, but Remus had his suspicions.

When lunch the next day rolled around you sat with Remus and Lily, Remus’ nose was in a book as Lily was getting you caught up in any gossip you missed.

“Oh! Alice and Frank finally kissed!” She cheered as you gasped looking down the table to see Frank and Alice talking quietly, a light blush coating both of their faces as you squealed a little.

“I knew it! They’re too cute not to get together!” You hadn’t realized how loud you were being until a few heads at the table next to you turned and you made direct contact with Rogers, who just laughed at you before turning back to his stuck up friends. You fell back into your seat, losing your appetite quickly before a body slammed into your side. You were about to let whoever it was have it before you saw the face of James grinning back at you.

“What’s wrong?” James’ brows scrunched together as you let your eyes wander to the Hufflepuff table. He followed suit, jaw clenching when he saw Rogers and his group laughing and each taking a few glances at you. It suddenly felt like your chest was tightening and you couldn’t breathe, Lily noticed quickly but before she could do anything a box was stuck out in front of you.

James didn’t say anything as he waited for you to grab some beans. It felt like a moment of clarity and you reached into it, pulling out a few pieces before eating them. Your face became tight as you swallowed, sticking your tongue out and shaking your head.

“Disgusting!” You said as James joins you in shaking his head.

“That’s what I said!” He yells before putting the box in front of you both. You fall into an easy conversation, completely forgetting about Lily who turned to Remus.

“What’s going on with them?” She whispered as Remus shrugged, watching the interaction in front of him. Lunch ended faster than you would’ve liked and Lily and you went to spend the day by the lake.

“Do you like James?” She blurted out, causing you to stop waking.

“What are you talking about?”

Lily just sighed, throwing herself onto the ground and leaning on the tree while you sat opposite of her. “You and James? At lunch? Talking the entire time?” She talked slowly hoping you would catch on but the blank look on your face told her otherwise. “Y/N. James didn’t even look my way today. He always asks me out during lunch and yet today he was so caught up with you, he didn’t even know I was there. And what was up with the Bertie’s Beans?”

You froze staring at the grass in front of you while your stomachs did flips. James was going to ask out Lily. You helped him plan it and yet he didn’t do it. What was happening with you two?

James knew straight away his feelings were messy. He didn’t even need to try with you, like yesterday the conversation just flowed too easily. It was true James forgot about Lily because all he could think about was you and making you feel better. He listened to Remus and Sirius argue as you entered the common room, Lily by your side as James shot straight out of his chair and over to you two.

Sirius and Remus watched with annoyance as James seemingly headed over to Lily but shock went across their features, well at least Sirius’, when he spoke his next words to you.

“Go on a date with me.” He blurted out and you barely understood him, staring for a few seconds before the corners of your lips curled up into a smile.

“And why would I do that?” You asked innocently as James took a step closer to you, letting his hand come up to push some of your hair out of your face.

“Because I’m fun?” He shrugged and you licked your lips, trying to keep yourself from laughing from words you had called him yesterday.

“So is bungee jumping but I’m not flinging myself off a ledge.” At that, all your friends erupted into laughter and James feigned offense. Your stomach did flips again and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned up to James, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. His fingers came up to trace over the spot which was now a nice crimson red warming his fingers. In a split second all the air was knocked out of your lungs as James’ arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was unexpected but not at all unwanted.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” You whispered when you finally pulled away, your words were breathy as you felt like you were floating. James let out a happy breath and hugged you, picking you up and twirling you in the air as you squealed. Sirius, Remus, and Lily all watched the scene unfold in disbelief. Two friends who’ve known each other for six years and apparently all it took was one detention. Who knew?

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anxiouslynumbme · 4 years ago

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Best Prepare To Grieve

7x10, Daisy dealing with Jiaying's death.

Hello! So this is late and slightly more unedited than usual, 'cause I kinda had to post it before tonight's episode, so fair warning and all. Also this is heavily focused on Daisy and May, with a little Daisy/sousa. The higher dosage of Daisy and Sousa will be posted to my other fic (Tell me it's okay.)

Title inspiration: Hayley Williams - Leave It Alone. If you don't know it, go check it out. Actually, listen to her entire album. It's such a wonderful piece of art. Also the song ‘Simmer’ works for both Jiaying and Daisy. But especially Jiaying: If my child needed protection From a fucker like that man I'd sooner gut him 'Cause nothing cuts like a mother

Okay, I'm gonna stop now before I start rambling about the genius of Hayley Williams.

Ao3.

If you know love You best prepare to grieve Let it enter your open heart and Then prepare to let it leave

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Daisy didn't expect it to be easier, but with the number of people she had lost, and the amount of deaths and loss she had experienced; she wanted to believe it wouldn't hurt as much. But it hurt the same. Always.

Daisy had noticed a change in the way she handled tragedy over the years. How she used to deal with sadness as a kid, crying and daydreaming of a better future. As a teenager, she was the typical angsty, cynical soul who hated the world. A rebellious determination hit in her 20s, she found solace in conspiracy theories and exposing the truths.

And then Coulson had found her, and she'd latched onto the opportunity behind the man, desperately trying to find her parents, to know who she was. But Coulson had given her much more than what she had been looking for. And at first, the loneliness and pain had lessened with the team. She was happy. She belonged.

But as much as S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her; it had taken just as much. And it had taught her to deal with afflictions by avoidance, isolation, and a whole lot of anger.

And Daisy wished so much that was the case by seeing her mother's death again, Daisy wished she could sweep it under the rug and carry on. Just put under it there, with the recent death of Enoch. But she couldn't.

Daisy felt like a little kid again. She just wanted to cry and never stop, her heart was squeezing itself so tightly in its cage, her ears ringing with its heavy pounding. She couldn't breathe.

Daisy's breathing was short and shallow, her heart rate dimming in the engulfing anguish and shock, her chest constricting with the unbearable weight of loss. Daisy was frigid with the retching grief swirling through her veins. How was it that she never knew her mother and it hurt as though she did. Everytime. She had always been an orphan; she never had a mother, this should've been easier. Daisy wanted it to be. Desperately. Daisy was deprived of a mother's love since she was born; she was used to this. And yet, if felt like she was being drained of her blood by Nathaniel all over again. He should've had finished the job.

What Daisy resented the most was the brief, naive sliver of hope that was momentarily lit within her heart. A hope she had learned time and time again to crush, to never let it simmer too long or too bright. Daisy had learned not to hope a long time ago.

But seeing her mother again had weakened her resolve; it melted that icy wall she'd built around her for so long. Because the Jiaying that had stood in front of her was so unlike the traumatic memories Daisy had tried to block out. And for a split second, Daisy let her mind wander: it wandered so stupidly, with an innocence she shouldn't have, gullibility that should had been long gone.

Jiaying's presence enfeebled her state of mind and her guarded heart. Because after all those years, Daisy still hoped. What if Jiaying could stay? What if bad luck decided to let her have this one? What if she could get to keep this untainted and healthy version of her mother? What if they saved her sister and managed to find some way to stay together? It was so brief, a nano-second of hopeful naivety.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And now you're breaking down all over again.

No, she wasn't breaking down again. Because as much as pain and sadness were familiar. Anger was too. And Daisy could easily channel this darkness that was threatening to swallow her, into fury. A familiar and safe territory.

It had been a while since Daisy had felt this kind of rage. She hated it. It was so easy to lose herself in that bottomless pit of hatred and self-pity. Daisy didn't want to give herself in it again; she'd almost lost the people she loved the last time she had went down an emotional spiral.

But it didn't matter, because Daisy wasn't going to let this go, her blood was boiling beneath the surface of her skin, her nerves prickled and itched with the fury that kept building up by each passing second. Quake was unraveling inside her, her powers thrumming with the need to be let out, it hummed and hammered, silently begging to be unleashed.

"Daisy."

May's wary voice traveled to her ears, but refused to reach the rest of her senses. A numbness began to settle over her as she quietly wiped away her muted tears.

May placed a hand on her shoulder and Daisy's eyes closed at the contact. Daisy couldn't handle comfort right now.

"Where is he?" her voice came out distant and cold.

"Daisy."

"How did he escape, May?"

"Garrett, I'm sure. He has Simmons."

Daisy's heart lurched in silent panic. Of course. Of course, he has her best friend. Daisy pulled away from May, standing up briskly.

“Deke is there too. He was already on the Zephyr.”

"Do you have any idea why he wants Simmons?"

"Daisy, you should take a breath," May said, putting a hand on her own chest.

"I'm fine, we have to act quickly and find her. Malick is unhinged; we don't know what he'll do," Daisy said monotonously, vaguely pointing at Jiaying's corpse. "We should move her first."

"I got it."

Sousa's voice was jarring, to say the least. Daisy was unaware of his presence in the hallway, and she didn't why, but she couldn't look at him.

"Thanks," she told him, marching forward and leaving Jiaying behind, not really caring where her legs were taking her.

"Daisy, where are you going?" May's word fell on deaf ears, Daisy needed to get out, it felt as though her lungs were collapsing in her chest.

Daisy almost sprinted outside. Her steps carrying her forward until she was stood in front of the water falling down harshly at the center of the Lighthouse. A scenery that used to bring her comfort; it was a place she sought out in her time of need, need of serenity and quiet. But her safe haven didn't provide much safety or peace, nothing could change the scene playing over and over in her mind.

Jiaying's face, the cracking sound of her neck breaking. The thudding finality of her lifeless body hitting the floor.

The air started to crackle around Daisy, her powers causing shudders to glide through her bones. Daisy was aware of the ground shaking beneath her, cargo and boxes of contents unknown to her, started to jolt and oscillate uncontrollably.

"Daisy!" It seemed May had followed her.

"Don't worry, May. I'm in control."

"Are you?"

"Yes!"

With a deep breath, Daisy focused all of her energy on one specific container, finally letting the infuriated vibrations out. Releasing her powers directly towards a few useless objects. One after the other, they exploded, and with each one Daisy felt her raging insides slightly subdue. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't Nathaniel.

"Daisy, talk to me." May came to stand next to her.

Daisy breathed in sharply. "What's the plan? Do we know - "

"Daisy, stop avoiding this."

"I'm not avoiding anything, May. Simmons was kidnapped, again! And I'm guessing Malick is not taking her to Hawaii, so..."

"I know that," May gritted out.

"Good. So he probably took her because it has something to do with Fitz, which is just great because we have zero informa -"

"Daisy, I can feel it!" May's voice almost came out in a yell.

"I'm sorry?" Daisy asked uselessly.

"Daisy," May said. "You are in pain. And you are so angry. Please talk to me."

Daisy nodded her head in annoyance, her hands darting to her waist. "Okay, then, why didn't you shoot to kill, May?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you kill him?" Daisy snapped. "Why didn't you let me - ?"

"Your anger was too much, you would've put everyone in danger!"

"No, I wouldn't have! I know exactly what I'm doing."

May paused, taking a step closer to her. "Daisy - "

"What, you wanna talk about something else? Like the fact that apparently I don’t exist now, or the fact that I had to watch my mother die again. Killed by the hands of someone who was abusing my powers! He used my powers to kill her, May!"

"I know," May said softly, striding even closer to Daisy. The consoling noise of the water around them grounding Daisy.

"Honestly, what Did I expect?" she snickered. "She dies later anyway. . .might as well, right? At least now I won't be alive, I guess - I honestly don't how this works anymore."

"Daisy, don't do this. Don't shut down."

"Wow, that's rich coming from you," Daisy bit out, her frustration flowing freely.

May was quiet, which irritated Daisy even more. She simply stood there, staring at her, but not with pity. It was pain. May was hurting too.

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Right, your ambiguous powers are making you extra sensitive, huh? Sorry about that."

"I don't need powers to feel your pain, Daisy."

Daisy stiffened, her feet instinctively taking a step back. "Well, sorry about that too."

"Daisy," May followed her, a palm trying to reach for her arm again. Daisy let her. "I can tell. Always. And that's why I know you will be okay."

"Will I?" Daisy wondered, her tone small and broken. "you know sometimes, I have these moments where I look around, surrounded by you guys, and I feel safe. Content. But then this dread always hits, hard. And I'm just. . .constantly afraid of losing you. Death just follows me, wherever I go."

May blenched, her frown deepening as her hand squeezed Daisy almost sternly. "Don't. Don't say that."

"No, no, it's always been like this," Daisy continued loudly, her hands flailing in front of her restlessly. "it's the same thing, always. Anyone I ever dared to care about goes away. God, even the idea of my parents I couldn't have. Just the mere damn idea of them. And the universe is twisted enough to keep dangling her, dangling that hope in my face!

"I've imagined meeting my mother over and over again, and not once did I - " Daisy's voice broke off, a hollowing ache in her chest. "She's unreachable. There is no world where I could have her. I don't even know why I keep - why I even thought - "

Daisy was cut off by May's arms enveloping her. Her grip strong and kind and steady. Safe, so safe. Daisy gasped roughly, her body sagging against May, finally inhaling oxygen just a bit easier again.

Daisy's legs gave out from under her, May immediately lowering both of them to the ground. May's arms closed her in, almost caging her from the cruel world around her. Like a mother would. And suddenly Daisy was assaulted by the memory of almost losing the woman who was currently keeping her from completely shutting down . May had almost died; Daisy had believed she died. And all of a sudden, that same wave of stifling pain crashed over her again, and Daisy clutched May to her, gripping her tightly.

"You almost died too," Daisy wept, not fully aware that her mouth was freely voicing her turmoil. "You almost me left me, too."

"Shh, I'm right here."

But Daisy was unable to hear anything but her racing, terrified thoughts.

"It won't stop. Ever since Trip, I keep losing. I lost the one person who understood me," Daisy's breath caught in her throat as she thought of her first, lost love. "I lost my - "

Her father? Because he was. In every way but blood, Phil Coulson was her father. And he was gone. And Daisy knew she might never completely move past his death; she might never be whole again. There really was nothing without him.

"It's okay, Daisy."

"He's gone, May. Coulson is gone," Daisy sobbed. "It's not him. He will never be him."

"I know, Daisy, I know." May held her harder. Solid against her.

"Please don't leave, May," Daisy grasped May's waist, her head pressing further in her chest. "Don't leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere," May rasped, her words firm and full of conviction. "I'm right here, okay? I'm always with you, Daisy."

But she wouldn't be. There was no way to ever ensure that, to ensure her loved ones’ safety, her family's survival. Daisy was going to lose them, or they were going to lose her. Death was inevitable, loss was too, and it didn't help that the odds were always stacked against them.

Enoch was right.

But Daisy didn't say anything, and decided to let May's words seep into her anyway, because Daisy was on the verge of a panic attack and she couldn't afford the loss of control right now. So for this moment, Daisy decided to believe May.

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Daisy's eyes snapped open, her groggy mind trying to comprehend her surroundings. She had fallen asleep, slowly Daisy lifted her head up and away from May's chest to look into her wide awake eyes. Glancing around, Daisy realized May had moved them to a wall near by.

"How the hell did I fall asleep?" her voice was scratchy and low. "Did I, like, pass out or something?"

May grinned. "Honestly, I think you might have."

"Oh, how long?"

"Not long enough."

Daisy exhaled slowly. "Well, I'm sorry."

"It's all right. You needed it."

Daisy gazed at May's warm smile and noticed her eyes were a little red, realizing that May might've been crying with her. Gratitude and affection rushed through her. They had often joked about it, how Coulson and May were like her parents, but deep down, Daisy had always been speaking from the heart. They were.

Daisy caught May's hand in hers, "Thank you. I don't say it enough,"

May's brows knitted. "For what?"

"For taking care of me, for showing me how to survive and basically teaching me everything I know. For saving my life."

"You never need to thank me for any of that.”

S.H.I.E.L.D. did take a lot of from her. But it had also gifted her with something so rare, so utterly precious. Irreplaceable. It was tangible and real and hers. Daisy would take all the pain in the world if it meant having them. Having this family, keeping it.

"Er, hey."

This time, his voice wasn't as jarring, in fact, somehow Daisy was waiting for it, her ears welcoming its irresistible warmth as her eyes finally met his.

"Hi."

"We should start working out a plan and figuring out exactly where they are," May said, her body suddenly rising up to its full height, Daisy following right after. "I'll see you back inside in a few minutes,."

With one last gentle smile, May was walking away from them.

"Are you okay, sounds very pointless right now. So I'm gonna ask if there's anything you need from me."

Daisy's lips instantly quirked to the side. "Not right now, no. But thanks."

She wanted to ask him how he moved Jiaying, where exactly did he put her. Daisy wanted to see her, but her heart seemed to whimper in fear at the thought. Would she be able to do it? Daisy needed to focus on the mission, and maybe later, if she actually survived, there would be time to say proper goodbye to her mother.

"For now, all we need to focus on is getting Simmons and Deke back," she told him as they both started walking back.

Sousa sighed, eyes flitting away from hers. "I know. It all happened so fast. I couldn't stop him."

"You were with her?"

"Yeah, and I didn't have time t - "

Daisy stopped in her tracks. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could've done."

Even though Sousa knew she was right, she could still sense some lingering guilt in his eyes. But Daisy could more than understand why he felt that way. Because how many times could she have killed Nathaniel? How many ways? Instead, she did nothing but watch. Helpless to stop any of it.

"What happened wasn't your fault either," Sousa said softly.

A part of Daisy didn't like the fact that he seemed to be able to read her so easily after knowing her for such little time. But the other, much bigger part of her, was just so grateful for him. Grateful that she didn't have to talk much for him to understand. So grateful that he was here.

Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts.

Daisy peered at Sousa."Well, I guess it doesn't matter if it is or not. Guilt sticks with you anyway it can."

Sousa nodded. "Sometimes, it can be an irrational feeling."

"But in this case, it's justified. He didn't even want Jiaying. If she hadn't been here at all, then she would've - "

"No, you can't think like that," Sousa interjected quickly. "it'll drive you crazy. There was no way for you to know that. It was out of your control, Daisy."

Daisy could feel her insides recoil at the incessant image that wouldn't leave her mind. "He'd told her. Before he killed her. She - she knew who I was. She was trying to protect me."

Sousa stepped up to her, his palm kindly touching her arm. And Daisy didn't flinch away from him.

"She had died honorably. I know things were bad in the future with her. But this was your mother, Daisy. And she had done what she was always supposed to do."

The silent tears slipped before she could stop them, Sousa's hand rubbing her arm soothingly.

"You know, I'm really glad you kinda pushed me into talking with her."

Sousa smiled warmly. "Really? 'Cause it didn't look like it."

Daisy snorted. "Well, I wasn't at the time. But now I realize I needed the push. . . So thank you."

"Anytime, Daisy."

The way he'd said it, as if he were cementing the idea that he was going to be there for her, anytime. And Daisy wanted to believe him so badly. But she couldn't let herself hope right now, not so soon after. Everything got taken away from her, and Sousa was no exception. Sooner or later.

Daisy sent him a simple nod in response, their legs moving forward again. Daisy didn't want to go inside; the air was probably still thick and heavy with the recent calamity, the devastation. Devastation she was still feeling.

But Daisy didn't have the luxury of mourning right now. Her friends were in trouble, which of course meant the world was in trouble. She needed to push through, as always.

She could let herself think that seeing her mother again brought her nothing but this suffocating sorrow. But Daisy was choosing to view it differently. She was glad that she was lucky enough to have seen Jiaying like this. To hear her say, my daughter, one last time. Daisy was glad she had the chance to look at her mother's beautiful face, and not see years of torment and hate clouding her eyes. Daisy was never even supposed to see her again; she was lucky in that sense.

Or at least that was how Daisy needed to look at it, in order to be able to move on. Because thinking of it any other way could so easily crush her.

Daisy got to see her again and that was enough. Because maybe asking for anything else was too much.

It always was.

#prepare to let it leave #agents of shield #daisy johnson #melinda may #sousy #daisysous #daniel sousa #may and daisy #dousy #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#aos

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speedycubed · 4 years ago

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love only left me alone.

summary: flynn has been in love with julie for some time now. she’s accepted that julie has a boyfriend. that is, until flynn sees something which leads to a confession.

notes: this was originally posted on ao3 as a twoshot, but i figured crossposting it couldn’t hurt. both parts are under the cut.

She was in love with her best friend. Of course she had known about her own feelings for what felt like forever, but that didn't mean that it didn't still sneak up on her at times.

Like whenever Flynn watched as Julie performed, her bandmates all getting lost in the music. Flynn's feelings stabbed her whenever she saw Julie and Luke sharing the mic. Anyone could see that the two were in love. But, anyone could also see the way Reggie stared at them with longing. It was unclear which one he was pining after, but it was obvious that he was in love with one of them.

She was fine just being the manager. She was fine just being the roadie. Even though she had longed to share a stage with Julie since they were just children. Every time she saw Julie and Luke being in love on the stage, she reminded herself that she was happy the her friend was happy. Julie was happy—her best friend was happy—and that’s all that mattered.

Well, that was all that mattered until she walked in on Luke and Reggie kissing.

“What the fuck!” she screeched, fighting with herself on whether to storm out of the studio or to punch Luke in the face. Flynn compromised with herself, deciding to just yell at Luke from the doorway. “What the hell, Luke! I thought you loved her. You don’t cheat on the people that you love! What an absolute asshole.” She crossed her arms, turning to stomp out, only to run into the girl she was hopelessly in love with.

“Flynn, what’s going on? I heard screaming,” Julie asked, looking around to see anything that could have set Flynn off. Her eyes landed on her boyfriend with Reggie’s arms around his neck. “Oh.” The two parted, Reggie ending up on the armrest while Luke was still on the seat.

Much to Flynn’s horror, Julie started to laugh.

“What are you laughing at—your boyfriend just cheated on you! Who knows—”

Julie cut her off with a simple shhh. “No he didn’t.”

“How is that not cheating? He was kissing someone else when he’s supposed to be dating you! That’s what cheating is.”

Julie walked over to the boys, sitting on the couch next to Luke, waving a hand to get Flynn to follow. Flynn sat next to her best friend, still glaring at Luke.

“Remember that day that we were struggling with labeling our sexualities because we each knew that we weren’t straight, but didn’t know exactly what we were?” At Flynn’s nod, Julie continued, “And do you remember the term polyamorous?” Flynn nodded again. Julie smiled, taking one of Luke’s hands into her own and putting the other of his in Reggie’s hand. “We are a polycule. I’m dating Luke,” she raised their clasped hands, “But Luke is also dating Reggie.” Luke raised the hand holding Reggie’s.

“This isn’t how we wanted anyone to find out,” he said, unhooking his hands from his partners’ so that he could stim more freely as he talked. “It’s just th-th-that I really like Julie, b-but I’ve also liked Reggie since th-the nineties. It didn't feel fair to date Julie without telling her that I had never shook off my feelings for one of my best friends.”

“That is when I told him about polyamory.”

“Luke asked me out after explaining the whole situation to me,” Reggie piped in, “And how could I say no to him? I’ve been in love since high school.”

Flynn just stared, shocked. Her mouth hung open until Julie put a finger to her chin to close it.

“Sorry guys,” she said once the shock wore off. “I’m happy for you guys. Glad you found something that works for you.” She omitted any hurt at not being invited in exchange for being extra happy for her friends. Just because Julie loved Luke enough to let him not limit himself didn’t mean that she would return her feelings.

Flynn plastered on a smile. “Well, I was only in here to get something,” she snatched the jacket she had left last rehearsal off the grand piano, “I’ll be off.” She saluted the polycule, exiting the studio. As soon as she was out the door, she heard something she didn’t know what to make of—soft, almost silent cries.

“Why can’t I just tell her that I like her?”

Flynn froze for a moment. That was Julie’s voice.

“You’ll tell her someday. You guys are meant for each other as much as you and I am.”

Flynn ran. She ran all the way back to her house, unsure what to feel about knowing that her best friend liked her back.

~~line break~~

It had been a week since Flynn had overheard Julie telling her boyfriends(? What was Reggie to Julie in this scenario?) that she loved her. Julie hadn’t brought it up, going about her days as normal. And since Julie didn’t bring it up, Flynn never brought it up. She didn’t want to come off as insensitive, so all she did was be quiet on the subject.

The only thing that changed was that Flynn noticed how Luke was much more touchy with Julie and Reggie than Alex. At first, Flynn had thought it was because the drummer couldn’t move during performances, but since being able to see the boys full time and learning about Julie’s relationship, Flynn saw that even when just hanging out, Luke was still less touchy with Alex. Before finding out, Flynn hadn’t even noticed.

A week later, and Flynn was still wondering about what Julie meant. The obvious was staring at her. Julie had a crush on some “her” and wanted to reveal that to this “her.” It all came to a head with a knock on Flynn’s door.

As the only one home and not expecting anyone, Flynn looked through the peephole, surprised to see Julie holding a bouquet of stock, forget-me-nots, white and purple lilacs, and a single violet.

“Hey Julie, what’s up?” she said as she opened the door, eyes flickering to the flowers every so often.

Julie bounced on her toes, almost looking scared to be at Flynn’s house. But that couldn’t be right—the two were best friends. They had known each other since they were little kids.

“Uh, hi Flynn,” Julie bit her lip. “These are for you,” she thrust the bouquet at Flynn. She took it, wondering what all the purple was about.

“Purple is the color in the middle of the bi flag,” Julie started. Flynn knit her eyebrows together, confused as to where this was going, “But it is also the color that a lot of romantic flowers come in.”

Romantic flowers? Was she saying…

Julie pointed to one of the lilacs. “These mean first love. The white ones represent youth.” She pointed to one of the stocks “These convey that you find the person you’re giving them to beautiful. And forget-me-nots,” she pointed, “mean true love and are a way to ask to not be forgotten, as their name suggests.” Finally, Julie plucked the violet out of the bouquet. “Violets were often mentioned in Sappho’s poetry. She’s widely known as the first woman loving woman. She’s even why lesbians are called lesbains.”

Julie put the flower back. “I know that this might be weird, but I didn’t know how else to say it. And please don’t feel pressured to say yes. I just didn’t know how much longer I could keep it in.”

Flynn put a hand on Julie’s shoulder, a silent plea to stop rambling. “Nothing could ever come between us, just say whatever it is that you’re trying to.”

“I’m in love with you!” Julie blurted out. Her hands flew to her mouth, as if she could shove the words back in.

Flynn set her bouquet down so she could open her arms.

“Hug?”

Julie fell into her friend’s arms, pulling Flynn as close as possible.

“I love you too, you know,” Flynn whispered, so soft that she didn’t know if Julie heard her. Years of loving Julie, she never knew when it changed from platonic to romantic, but somewhere along the line, Flynn went from loving Julie to being in love with Julie.

“I didn’t, but know I do.” They stayed in silence for a while, neither letting the other go. “Can I kiss you,” Julie whispered, almost scared.

Flynn hesitated, thinking of Julie’s boyfriend.

“Luke knows. He’s known.” Sometimes it was scary how Julie was so in tune with her best friend that they seemed to read each other’s minds.

“Then yes.”

There were no sparks like all of the romance novels had told her there would be, but Flynn knew that it was the perfect first kiss. All because it was with Julie. All because it was with the girl that she was in love with.

“Can I be your girlfriend?” Julie said after pulling away.

Flynn nodded, forehead pressed to Julie’s.

She kissed her girlfriend. “God,” Flynn said, smiling, “I love you so much.”

“Me too.”

#*writing #iwests #jatp #julynn #julie x flynn #julynnxruke #//#tumblr go rid of teh line break feature & i'm so livid about it #i use line breaks all the goddamn time & tumblr was just like 'not anymore you lil bitch'#so you guys get squiggly lines instead

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ticklikeabomb · 5 years ago

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One-shot : Noises

Pairing : Loki x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : Language, Innuendos, Sexy Times, Implied Smut (18+)

Word Count : 1.6k

Requested by @scorpionchild81 : How about a Loki x reader oneshot: they give each other a back-massage in readers room, but some passbying Avengers hears yells coming from inside the room that makes them wonder... - (based on sentences overheard from outside a spa-lounge back home) "Put your back into it! Do it harder! You are so damn tight! Oh fuck me, your hands feel so good!" True story...

It wasn’t a secret for anyone crossing the compound’s tower that there was some kind of animosity between you and Loki. Both of you were stubborn, always trying to prove the other wrong and seeking for the final word. That kind of behaviour would probably annoy the God of Mischief in a normal period of time, especially coming from a mere mortal, but somehow it was different when it regarded you. He found it challenging, always on the edge of his seat, even going so far as saying, a necessary surviving mechanism. The most simple and ridiculous thing would be the beginning of a feud, sometimes out of boredom and the most time out of provocation. It’s simple: You and Loki loved to argue. It was your definition of fun. A funny game that annoyed the hell out of the other members.

Today wasn’t any different. You arrived at the kitchen in a particular bad mood due to the lack of sleep and were greeted by the delight that is of hearing Loki’s unique way of greeting you. “Someone looks ravishingly terrible”, he said while taking a gulp of his coffee. The side-eye you gave him would make anyone else tremble but not him, who just cockily smirked. “You sound amazingly annoying. As per usual”, you replied not even sparing him another look. “Well that’s a great way to start the day off”, commented Tony under his breath. “And who’s fault is it?”, you told the billionaire. “Guys, please can we for once eat in peace?”, quickly intervened before you had the chance to bark anything out. Loki found it amusing to shapeshift as Steve and impersonate him. You rolled your eyes and sat next to Bucky, completely ignoring Loki. You were so caught in conversation with the former assassin that you didn’t notice Loki’s brows frowned, anger boiling inside him, seeing you talk so easily and animated with another man.

Thor leaned in and whispered at his brother’s ear, “Careful brother, your inner jealousy is showing off.” “Don’t be ridiculous”, spat Loki to a smiling Thor. “Whatever makes you sleep better”, replied the latter. Disregarding him, Loki turned to Tony and asked what was the mission of the day. “It’s a simple recon in Brussels. Small team: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda. Nothing special.”

“If it’s nothing special why don’t you send me in and I’ll get it done by myself in less time than you can sayTheistareykjarbunga ”. “What did you just call me?”, asked Tony jokingly. “It’s the name of… never mind”, replied Loki once he saw Tony’s amused expression. “As tempting as that sounds, the plan’s already set in motion. You’ll have to find a way to pass time here.” Loki’s gaze locked on you and smirked in anticipation. “Maybe I could help Y/N get the stick out of her ass.” Your eyes widened and mouth fell open for second before you regained some composure and turned towards Thor, “Tangled how much do you love him? Like in a scale from ‘very much’ to ‘not at all I will be glad for you to murder him’ wise?” Your question made some of the Avengers laugh and Loki’s dark gaze intensify. “You would miss me too much”, replied Loki. “Keep telling yourself that”, you said before cleaning up your things and leaving the kitchen. Steve turned to Loki and shook his head, “Why are you like this man?”, to which Loki only smirked.

After the designated team members left for the mission, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y who were the others. “Bruce, Tony and Rhodes are in the lab and required no disturb of any kind. Peter, Thor, Scott and Vision left for a baseball match and Loki is at the library.” You sighed, realising the only human interaction was either none of with the God of Mischief. “Should I inform King Loki of you presence?” “King? What? No..NOO absolutely not. I’d rather die of boredom alone than having to hear him once more today.”

“Awn don’t be like that pet”, suddenly Loki’s voice filled your room. Since you were in your private cacoon you didn’t bother to put on a shirt and were in a shorts and bra. You covered your chest with your arms and yelled, “WTF LOKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM??? GET OUT” He stretched out his hands as a sign of no harm, “Wow sorry I ddin’t… know you..were half naked.” “NO SHIT, GET OUT” He turned around but didn’t leave. “Look, I’m bored, I’ve finished all the books from the library, twice and since you’re the only one available, I thought we could do something together.” You grabbed a shirt that was lying next your bed an put it on. “And of course, you thought the best way was to teleport you inside my room easy peasy without consequences. Besides, what happened ‘to get the stick out of my ass’. Now I’m good enough for your highness’s attention. And why is F.R.I.D.A.Y. calling you ‘King Loki’?”, you rambled furiously.

He disappeared in the middle of your rambling and you heard knocks. You opened up and say him leaning against the door frame. “I’m sorry for what I said this morning, I don’t think your uptight. May I come in?”, he spoke seductively. You narrowed your eyes but eventually let him in. “Apologizing is not really your fortey.” “Accepting them is not yours”, he replied. “Touché”. You sat at the edge of your bed and saw him wander around your room, looking at the pictures on the wall. “What do you want?”, you finally asked tiredly. “I don’t know. Do something. Pass time.” You turned around and felt your back crack and let out a shaky breath. “Need a back massage dear?”, he asked intrigued. “What? No.”

His piercing gaze reading you like a map he exclaimed, “Are you sure? It seems to me that your back hurts and a massage would be the remedy to it.” He saw you consider it before frowning again. “Ah ah ah, before you say anything, please let me help you. Let’s say it’s a way to repay you for that stupid comment this morning.” “Loki I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He shrugged, “Why not? We’re both adults. If it becomes too much you just say and I’ll stop. Trust me on this one.”

“Fine”, you gave up and laid on the bed. You passed him your lotion from the nightstand and lifted you shirt off. “Relax”, he whispered. It was hard to relax, when you had a tall, (hot), dark haired, God sitting on your ass while his hands were wandering your back.

Meanwhile, the team came back from their mission, exhausted. They chatted through the facility’s corridors while heading to their rooms who were at the same floor as yours. “Yeah and did you see his face when…hold on what’s that noise?”, asked Sam. “What noise?”, exclaimed Wanda.

“Oh come on, you could put your back into it. I’m barely feeling you.” “DO IT HARDER !”

“What the fuck”, mumbled Bucky.

“Yes…yes, like that Loki. Shit your hands feel so good. So..fuck me..yes harder, just like that”, your voice rang out load.

“I guess they finally came to a way to blow off some stream. Finally”, commented Natasha.

“LOKII YES THERE, RIGHT THERE, DON’T STOP”, the team heard you and they tried to suppress their laughs when they saw Steve’s bet red face. The team decided to split and head towards their respective rooms.

“Wow, thanks. I guess I really needed that”, you mumbled in contempt. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on your shoulder. “It was my pleasure.” He laid down next to you and caressed your hair. “Sorry about the noise”, you said a little embarrassed. He chuckled and told you that the team arrived. “Do you think they know?”, you asked him. “Hmm I doubt it, but something tells me that they heard you.” “Shiiiittt, we were so close man.”

“Can you believe that we were this close to sabotage their bet and gain the whole cash”, you whined in frustration. “That we were but I’m glad that it’s finally over. I don’t want to hide anymore”, he said. “Me neither. For a bunch of spies and superheroes, they suck at knowing their team members. It’s gonna be our second anniversary and they have no clue”, you laughed. Lifting yourself up and crawling above him leaving feather like kisses on his abdomen, you smirked feeling his breath hitch. You hand travelled down and felt him completely comply to your touch. “Someone’s eager”, you teased. “Y/N you driving me crazy. Since this morning, when you dared showing up with your post sex hair at the kitchen till now, you’ve been having me to the edge.” You hummed and started taking care of your man.

You and Loki entered the kitchen smiling and laughing at something when you turned to the Avengers who were smirking. “What?”, you asked suspiciously. “Oh nothing”, replied Tony. There was a silent before Sam broke it, “Isn’t it funny that the frenemies always end up together?” You and Loki shared a look before Tony exclaimed out of patience, “So you guys finally fucked?” “TONYY”, whisper-yelled Steve. “The whole compound heard”, exclaimed Nat. “Loki was giving me a massage”, you replied. “YEAH sure A MaSsAgE”, mimicked Bucky. “Yes it was indeed”, counterattacked Loki. “You guys weren’t fondueing?”, cautiously asked Steve. “No Steve.” “I call BS”, said Peter.

“Well I mean, if you’re talking about this morning, and yesterday, and the day before and for the last two years then yeah we were totally fucking”, you said with a smug grin. Their mouths dropped. “WHATTT, for the past two years??” “Exactly”, smiled Loki. “But how? When? What? Why?”, mumbled Sam dumbfounded. “Ahhh so many questions and so little time. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have a special date tonight. Byeeee”, you grabbed Loki’s hand and got out. You spent the night freely with your man.

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whumpsideblog · 5 years ago

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Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight

These links are getting a bit outta hand and I feel like there’s going to be a few more parts to this so after this they’re getting put in a masterlist and just linked on the post asdfgh @im-not-rare-im-rarr @constellationwhump @justwhumpitwhumpitgood @maybeawhumpblog @lumpofwhump @whumpity--whump--whump @inky-whump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @ihaventwritteninsolong

tw for lots of noncon touching and groping

***

Dahlia hadn’t seen Silas like this in a long time, completely broken down. She hadn’t seen him cry in almost ten years, usually anger replaced any other emotion he felt. She couldn’t just watch him cry though.

“Silas…? I’m going to hug you, okay?” She said softly, and he slowly nodded, allowing her to pull him into her arms. They’d had that system in place forever now, she barely ever touched him without giving him some sort of warning. She knew it made him feel safe, and right now that’s what he needed, to be safe. She let him cry as much as he needed to, she hugged him tightly and gently played with his hair. She didn’t let go until his sobs softened into cries, and then into the occasional sniffle.

“He… He’s going to use that against me… I don’t know how… but he will.” He murmured. “I didn’t want him to know, but I couldn’t let him keep hurting you… I want you to be safe… I want you to escape...”

“Silas.” He glanced up at her. “From now on, as long as you’re here, I’m here. I’m not going to let you finish this alone.” She said seriously.

“I… I don’t know how I’m going to “finish” it… I think I’m just… here now? I don’t see a way out…”

“/You/ don’t need to worry about that.” She smiled. “All you need to do is stay alive, okay?” She told him. He nodded, finally pulling away from her.

“I… I’ll do my best… but you also need to be careful. Please, don’t get hurt anymore…” He looked worriedly at her wrist.

“I’ll be fine.” She assured him. “No matter what happens, we’ll both be fine.” She smiled at him, hoping to comfort him somewhat. She needed him to be at ease, have hope they’d escape, while she tried to figure out how in the hell they were ever getting out of there.

***

“You need to relax, love.”

“ ‘M sorry…” he murmured. It was nearly impossible to relax, half undressed in a vampire’s bed, knowing Dahlia was locked up in the mansion somewhere, knowing the vampire had all sorts of control over him. Given that it was the middle of the day by now, Alastair wanted to get some sleep, and he wanted to be sure Silas didn’t leave his side.

He’d been cleaned up and given clean clothes before bed, and Alastair kept a tight grip on him. Silas didn’t want to face him, kept his back to his chest and just tried to go to sleep, but as always, Alastair could tell something was wrong. He sighed and sat up, looking down at Silas.

“You’re safe, little hunter. Your friend is safe. Everything is okay.” He told him. He didn’t feel okay. His body ached from the beating he’d received, his head hurt and eyes burned from crying so hard, in general he felt scared and hopeless and so very tired. He’d rather sleep on the hard floor than in bed with Alastair though.

“Um… Th-that’s what’s bothering me sir…” he said quietly. “Dahlia, her wrist is broken… she… she needs some sort of treatment…” Alastair seemed to consider this.

“I suppose you’re right.” He leaned down, kissing his forehead. “How about, if you be good for me, I’ll help her. Can you do that?” He asked.

“Yes sir…” he murmured, closing his eyes.

“Good boy…” the vampire kissed his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, he couldn’t relax, he couldn’t relax at all. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, holding his breath. Hands roamed his body freely, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he had to be good. He’d never been grabbed and groped like this, he certainly never wanted to be. He tried to hug himself, cover himself somehow, but Alastair forced him on to his back and grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed.

This suddenly felt so much worse, the vampire straddling him. His lips pressed against his own, Silas didn’t even know how to kiss back, he almost felt embarrassed about that. He told himself to be good though, just be good and it would be over soon. Fangs scraped his lower lip, he wondered if it was on purpose. He squirmed uncomfortably, he didn’t like being straddled like this, but the vampire gripped his wrists harder. He kissed him hard, like he’d been wanting to do this for a long time, and when Silas didn’t reciprocate the way he was expected to he seemed to get angry.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before…” he murmured when the vampire pulled away from him. His face was bright red, he felt so uncomfortable. The vampire just laughed, finally getting off him.

“Is that so? I wouldn’t expect that from someone who looks the way you do.” Silas relaxed somewhat, hoping the vampire would drop it. “Just relax love, I’ll take care of you.” He leaned down, kissing at his neck again, and Silas had no choice but to tilt his chin up and let him.

“W-why are you doing this…?” He murmured. It didn’t feel good to him, he felt even worse than before, and he didn’t see how Alastair could enjoy this.

“You only pull away because you associate touch with pain…” Alastair said softly, still uncomfortably close to his throat. “If you could associate it with, say, pleasure, then you wouldn’t have to be so scared all the time…” he kissed near his collarbone, hand trailing down his chest. Silas had to bite his lip, this was the worst feeling in the world, he almost wished it was pain, he’d take a vicious beating over this any day.

“I-I don’t… please, don’t do this…” he whimpered. “I can’t…” he finally jerked away as soon as he felt a hand between his legs, he couldn’t just lie there and take this, he had to stop it.

“Didn’t I tell you to be good?” He sat up, glaring down at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I can’t, I don’t want it to be like this, please, anything else, just not this.” He rambled, already feeling panic rise in his chest. He flinched when a hand wrapped around his throat, Alastair didn’t squeeze, just held him there, threatening to cut off his air at any moment.

“You do a lot of negotiating for someone in your situation.” He tightened his grip just slightly. “I have complete control over you, yet you think that you can decide when something is too far?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry..” he whined, fighting to stay put and not struggle against him. The vampire just tightened his grip more, Silas grabbed his wrist but he couldn’t move his hand at all.

“Not to mention, I’m trying to help you. Do you want to continue living in fear? Do you want to continue to suffer?” His grip tightened, he really couldn’t breathe now.

“N-no sir, I’m sorry sir!” He choked out.

“And I did tell you, you had to be good if you wanted to help your friend.” He just squeezed tighter and tighter, Silas feared he may break his neck. He gave up fighting the urge to struggle, he pushed against him, he fought and thrashed and did everything he could to escape but he wasn’t going anywhere until Alastair said so. “You know I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you’d just behave.” He finally let go as his vision began to fade, and when he did he harshly shoved him off the bed. “You can sleep down there tonight. If I find out that you left this room then your little friend will pay for it, understand?”

“Yes sir…” he murmured, curling up on the hard floor. It was cold, and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t in bed with Alastair, so he considered it an improvement. He stared across the room at the unlocked door. Alastair would fall asleep sooner or later, he’d be completely unsupervised. And yet, he found he didn’t have even the slightest urge to get up and leave.

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overlyobsessedgaygal · 5 years ago

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The Vampire Hunting Vampire and His Partners

So this is going to be a new AU. It's going to be posted in one-shot format, not in chronological order. Just random scenes I feel like writing/posting.

The summary is that Logan, Patton and Roman work for a vampire hunting organization that uses captured vampires as agents, forced agents. Virgil is assigned to be their partner, and they become close. Eventually LAMP/possible DLAMP, appearances of other random characters.

It's not the Virgil didn't like his partners, he actually loved the three hunters he was being held captive by, it's just difficult to adjust. Virgil spent a lot of time being a loner and escaping hunters who would use him to find others, he had fed freely on the human population, though rarely killing, and was able to walk freely.

He didn't mind the bright red shock collar that he was required to wear, he didn't mind that he had to walk no longer than an arm's length away from one of his partners, he didn't even mind having to be chained and caged when his partners slept.

The only part he minded was the fact that he rarely got to feed and it was never enough to last until the next feeding station. While it wasn't deadly for Vampire to go without blood for years at a time it was uncomfortable to the point of painful. Vampires under the Monster Hunter Association were only allowed to be fed every six months at official feeding stations.

Many vampires would do anything to feed after six months and it led to the death of many hunters that had been to close. Virgil was lucky that he was older than most vampires because he could easily ignore the cravings and handle the pain.

He had never once bitten, or attempted to bite, any of his handlers or his current partners. A fact that he was proud of. He got to walk around without chains and a muzzle, only the electric collar stood between him and his next meal.

The bed in the hotel room creaked and Virgil whipped his head to see the smallest of the three humans sitting up. Patton was young at only nineteen and he had a certain compassion to him that made Virgil concerned. Compassion usually meant naivety and naivety and monsters don't mix.

"Morning, Virgil!" Patton whisper shouted as he walked over to let Virgil out of his cage and unlock the handcuffs on his wrist. Virgil noticed right away that he was only holding the keys, which meant the remote to Virgil's collar was still sitting on Logan's bedside table. If Virgil wanted to he could attack Pat and kill him before he could get to the remote.

"Good morning, Patton." Virgil waited patiently for Patton to undo the lock before crawling out and stretching his stiff joints. "Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, yeah! The bed wasn't exactly comfy but Roman is the best cuddler," Patton responded with a giggle. Virgil smiled fondly at his humans. "What did you think about all night?"

Virgil was no longer surprised by the question. All three of his humans showed concern over Virgil's mental health as well as his physical wellbeing. "I compared my life before capture to my life with you," Virgil answered with full honesty. He saw no point in lying to any of them as they had never showed any animosity towards his negative thoughts.

"Oh," Patton said. Virgil could hear the remorse in his tone and the vampire winced. "Which do you prefer?" The question was accompanied by big, soft eyes and a slight quiver to his lips.

Virgil smiled at him. "You all try so hard to keep me happy and I appreciate that so much. How could I not like it here?" It wasn't exactly a direct lie.

"You liking it here and you preferring it are not the same. We do not question if you are comfortable here, we question if you would be more comfortable with your freedom," Logan spoke up. Virgil looked behind him to see the oldest human had sat up in his bed and watching the conversation.

Virgil looked down, knowing what he was going to say next would upset Patton. "Of course I would prefer to be free. Freedom is something all living creatures long for, the choice to leave as they may and eat when they want. The right to be alive."

"Oh, Virge," Patton said it softly but Virgil could still hear the tears. "We don't want to make you feel like you aren't equal to us." Virgil felt like a jerk. He knew Patton would never knowingly make Virgil hurt and all Virgil could do was complain. He was an awful partner.

"Is it the collar? We could always just take it off," a new voice chimed in. This voice was much deeper than the other two and held a much more intense tone. All three of the previous participants swiveled their heads to look at Roman.

"Roman, it is highly impractical for us to allow him to walk without a collar," Logan admonished and Virgil felt a ball of lead sink in his stomach. "It would be much wiser if we were to leave the collar on but disconnect the remote."

Virgil gave Logan a look of pure disbelief. Why would Logan suggest they let him roam freely? He was meant to be the smart one of the group.

"No, don't do that," Virgil protested. All three humans looked at him with varying levels of confusion. "I- I don't want to be able to hurt anybody. It's safer if you keep it on me so that if I slip up then you can stop me."

"You've been with us for three years, and the headquarters for years before, and you have never hurt a single person. We trust you," Patton put a hand on Virgil's shoulder.

"If you're feeding instincts are the issue then we can solve that easily as well," Logan spoke up when no other words were offered. Virgil swallowed with great difficulty, which seemed to confirm Logan's theory.

"While we can't take you to a feeding station before six months, nor can we allow you to hunt, there are no rules stating we cannot share our blood with you. Consensually, of course."

Logan's proposal sent fear shooting through Virgil's body. Patton and Roman agreed with the idea, Patton even volunteering his blood up on the spot. Virgil stepped away from them, his head arguing with itself.

"If I can't stop myself then I'll hurt you. You have to be able to stop me," Virgil said sternly. He looked Logan dead in the eyes.

"Hey," Patton cut in moving to stand between the vampire and the hunter. "We know you won't do that. You've never liked to cause people pain."

"If it makes you feel better than you can keep the collar on and Logan can hold the remote," Roman offered. Patton frowned and pouted. He hated the idea of Virgil being uncomfortable, being trapped.

"I'm sorry, Pat." Virgil shifted his eyes to Logan. "If we do this then I want to be safe about it."

The humans all reassured Virgil. Patton let Virgil take full control in where he was situated and how the easiest way would be. Virgil made sure Patton was in the most comfortable position possible on the bed, propped up on pillows so he could easily see Sesame Street playing on the tv.

Virgil was sitting on his knees on the floor in between the two beds where Roman and Logan could see him clearly. Patton's wrist was hanging limply over the edge, waiting for Virgil to sink his teeth into the vein.

"Does it hurt?" Patton asked. Virgil took a deep, unneeded, breath when that question came. Patton had asked in a voice with no fear or worry, just trust. Trust in a monster like Virgil.

"Yes, it does hurt. Until my saliva numbs the wound it's going to hurt, thirty seconds about. After that it will just feel uncomfortable. Try not to flinch or yank away, my teeth may snag your skin."

Virgil watched Patton for a moment before the human nodded. "Okay! What should I do if I want you stop? How hungry are you?"

"When you want me to stop then tell me, if I don't stop as soon as he says then shock me with full power. It doesn't matter how hungry I am, I can survive years without blood so you don't have to worry about my needs."

Patton glanced at Virgil in disappointment. He didn't get an answer to his question, he had wanted to know how much Virgil should take, when Patton would be okay to stop him.

"Alright, it would be wise of us to speed along if we want to locate and capture the rogue vampire within the daylight, " Logan advised. Virgil swallowed his nerves and nodded, glancing back at Roman for reassurance.

"Okay," Virgil said as he lightly lifted Patton's wrist. He pressed his lips against the soft flesh right above his veins. He watched Patton shiver as Virgil's cold skin made contact. "I'm biting."

Virgil let Patton take a deep breath before he tried to delicately bite into the wrist. He heard Patton gasp at the intrusion. The bed behind them shuffled as Roman and Logan moved.

Virgil tried to focus all his energy on Patton, reading his body language, listening to his breathing. He tried but the blood rushed over his taste buds, making his eyes go wide. Oh, he wanted more.

Virgil barely registered the small sob that came from Patton but he did and he forced himself to slow down. "Vi-" Patton started to say. Before Patton could finish the thought Virgil had dislodged his teeth and back into the other bed.

He was breathing heavy, Patton's blood dripping from his chin. "Are you okay?" Virgil was shaking. He made Patton cry, he had been to eager and had hurt him. Logan should have shocked him, Logan should still shock him, punish him.

"I'm okay, Virgil." The voice wasn't as shaky anymore. Patton licked his lips. "Just, a bit light headed."

Virgil panicked. "You need food! Good food, not greasy stuff. Strawberries and sunflower seeds! That's what they give the people at feeding stations." A hand suddenly resting on Virgil's head made the rest of his panicked rambling cut off before it began.

"Relax our Melancholy Mosquito, we know how to take care of slight blood loss. Logan and I have been bitten before," Roman said calmly as he brushed a hand through the vampire's hair.

"Our entire career revolves around us getting into altercations with vampires who wish to injure us. You truly did not cause any distress by taking a small amount of blood from one of us," Logan calmed Virgil. "And, besides that point, your display of control was beyond satisfactory."

"I made him cry!" Virgil shouted. He couldn't handle all the calming words when he felt the guilt pulling on his stationary heart causing it to spasm painfully. The hand in his hair paused in its stroking for a moment before resuming, in a slower, more calming pattern.

"I wasn't hurt or afraid," Patton said softly. "I just wasn't expecting it to feel like that." Patton lifted his hand and reached out to grab Virgil's hand. Virgil took his hand with the still bleeding wrist and Patton squeezed softly.

"Now, let's go get some food!" Roman said. He got up quickly, Logan following suit. "Logan and I will be back with a meal for our puffball and a Sprite for emo daydream."

Patton giggled at his nickname while Virgil hissed at Roman. Logan fondly rolled his eyes at his partners before hurrying Roman along.

Virgil almost stopped them and told them to change out of their pajamas, almost.

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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i walk in 20 hours late sipping a starbucks hot cocoa

i don’t like coffee

promethea!!!

awwwwww yis

tl;dr: uhh wow i talked a lot today, sorry. Mostly about whatever the fuck that thing Rhys is handing us is, how it ties into the dig site we see like maybe it’s a piece to activate it, maybe the dig site isn’t a Vault but instead a teleporter or something and needs multiple pieces to activate. so i guess kinda like a Vault but not that kind of Vault. Also if said dig site is actually on Promethea because that’s, like, DEFINITELY Elpis behind it. and like, okay, maybe we used the giant space gun to destroy the asteroid fields and make room for elpis and teleport elpis there, or maybe we teleported the dig site to pandora because it needs to be opened since Moon = Key and maybe Promethea’s moon was destroyed by the giant space gun (TM) and turned into asteroid belt, or maybe the dig site was always ON pandora and it’s not actually a Vault (because the Map would have pointed it out), but still. lots of possibilities here. oh and i go over the Battleborn easter egg and talk about Tannis is Not What She Seems (and pray she won’t end up being evil bc I love her) and I wanna believe the Eridians sent that message, not the cult ‘cause fuck those guys they probably can’t see the future they probably just adopted the name. also I ramble about how gorgeous this planet is for like... 30 minutes. but damn it really is pretty.

man this was a fun thing to wake up to and then have to wait like 8 hours to actually fully take a look at lmao

“Home to the Atlas corporation headquarters, Promethea is a metropolitan world covered in futuristic towers of chrome and glass. A recent siege by Maliwan has turned the urban environment into a warzone; their mechanized infantry patrol the streets, rodent/insect hybrids known as Ratches infest the sewers and back-alleys, and the Children of the Vault are seizing the opportunity to recruit displaced and disgruntled citizens. Atlas CEO Rhys Strongfork is getting desperate.“

“... Children of the Vault are seizing the opportunity to recruit displaced and disgruntled citizens”.

yeah that’s the most important part of this description for me. I really really like the idea of that, and it could tie into the whole Mayhem is Coming tagline for the game as, like many people have speculated, the Mayhem we hear about is the spreading of the cult/the psychos across the universe. A very interesting tie-in to the marketing campaign, as it’s clear we’re now the target of this cult propaganda, like the citizens of Promethea are (were? this is all past-tense since marcus is telling this story, isn’t it?)... like the citizens of Promethea were.

And we know that Atlas is trying to protect the citizens in the tunnels, so it’d be really interesting to see the two get into a direct conflict over a group of citizens. Like Lorelei tells us it's a hostage situation or whatever and we run in and it’s more of a brainwashing situation. Worse if the citizens decided to switch over without any brainwashing. oof.

im also curious about the number of hexagons we see on Promethea. The shapes look identical to the ones on Pandora’s page, so I’m curious if this is an accurate representation of how many areas will be on each planet.

just sayin’.

We do know that Pandora has more than those 3 listed areas (from Supmatto’s new video! can’t believe i missed the stream. ah well.)

“Covenant Pass”. I wanna believe this is near the area where we go find Sanctuary-III, at the very least that one tunnel-y area?

you know the one

this one, it’s right next to Sanc-III afterall.

Also thinking it may not be the name of a huge area, but instead the name of one of the smaller areas within that area? like the ones where when you discover it you get experience points? yeah.

the name makes me think this is someway related to the CoV cause of the word ‘covenant’, an agreement. We also know this area is directly near this one bandit camp which I’ve theorized before is a sun smasher camp

(you can see the back of sanctuary-III near both areas)

so it’s possible there was an agreement made and both could pass freely through that one tunnel, or the twins were able to build that wall close to this camp. idk, just spitballing ideas.

So then it is possible there’s only 3ish areas on Pandora, but I really hope not unless they are BIG areas. There are most likely more than 3.

oh but we’re here to discuss Promethea

sorry i forgot.

For Promethea we got the Titan Skyway, the Atlas Campus, and the Meridian Seaport.

Titan Skyway reads to me like that giant road we keep seeing in the trailers

like this one, which is giving me huge Bloodshot Stronghold (Damtop) vibes. Which is one of my favorite levels to play as melee Zer0 with execute and many must fall so... please let this be what i think it is. i may end up running that map just for funsies at the end of the game. mm if it didn’t take running the actual bloodshot stronghold every time i wanted to play the damtop level, i’d be running it all the time. sigh.

Atlas Campus immediately made me think of the Meridian Metroplex, but that’s definitely not it. In the instagram trailer we see Rhys on the ‘Atlas HQ rooftop’ with Zer0, so I’m gonna imagine Rhys is somewhere in the Atlas Campus.

Now if this is like an actual college campus, which i don’t think gearbox would do due to the implications, that’d be wild. I heard they had a mall designed for somewhere in the meridian metroplex, but we’re probably not actually allowed inside. which makes me sad, but also it probably holds no significance on the story. but then again... neither did caustic caverns. hmmmmmmmmm

oh also rhys is holding

whatever the fuck this is

uhhhhhhh... huhhhhh...

tbh i legitimately thought this was their attempt at macgyvering a vault key at first lmao

i know it’s a mission object because it has those glitteries, but... it reminds me a bit of Gortys’s core but i really don’t think that’s it. maybe another Atlas project to try and open a Vault? It just doesn’t look Eridian to me.

then again

this appears to be at the eridian dig site so... maybe it actually is Eridian. Definitely new to me.

some way to get inside the Vault area maybe? I can’t imagine that’s the actual Vault Key, because the one we see in the We Are Mayhem trailer doesn’t match.

you know i’ve been thinking more about vault colors

this one appears pink which... alright. maybe something to do with seraphs/seraph crystals.

The bl1 Vault was blue, the bl2 Vault was purple, the Vault of the Sentinel was... purple? blue? pink? all of the above? ... bisexual? tbqh there was a LOT going on there lol. wasn’t the Vault of the traveler yellow? either way

the big question here is: does each Vault have its own color scheme?

I wonder what that means since the Vault Mey has turned red now... it’s probably leading us to the big boy. the Vault to end all Vaults.

now wouldn’t that be fun

right back to Promethea sorry

final listed area we get is called the Meridian Seaport. Which, if you know me, has got me all like 👀👀👀👀👀👀

water area? why yes PLEASE

i was actually talking to someone on reddit about said ‘seaport’ and it got me wondering if maybe this area is where we’ll find that one car from the Mask of Mayhem trailer.

i can’t imagine what else those wing-like things on the side would be for. but i am definitely not a car person, like the closest i get is being a fan of Transformers, so maybe someone can enlighten me.

I am wondering if this area is the one we see in the instagram trailer with Moze

here

also i know we see water near where we find Zer0 in the demo, but that’s not really a dock area, more just a viewpoint. this has me thinking it’s an actual dock because the buildings are all off in the distance. It reminds me a lot of NYC actually lol

and interestingly enough i write about an assassination mission at a port on Promethea in one of my fanfics, but tbh i wasn’t actually expecting anything like it to be in-game. That was kind of an assumption I made since the area with Zer0 had water and I can’t believe I’m going to have to go back and edit it to be canon-compliant, cause I legitimately didn’t...

anyway.

Should i go over the instagram stuff now? I feel like i should go over the instagram stuff now.

see here is my problem with this

no moon

you’ll understand why once i compile my evidence

no moon

no moon!!

no moon

i even watched both time lapses during the amd stream and there was no hint of the moon (i understand promethea is in a state of perpetual twilight, but i thought maybe it would show up somewhere. it doesn’t. in fact it only shows the sun and this asteroid belt).

where is my moon, randy?

well let me tell you what i’m thinking here so you’re not even more confused

let’s go through that instagram video showcasing Promethea again

you should recognize this!

this is from that one video i reblogged like 4 times because i kept debating whether or not it was on promethea or pandora. now we can assume it’s on promethea but let me ask u something

if promethea doesn’t have a moon...

what the everloving fuck is that?

in fact, let me ask something

what does elpis look like in bl3?

look familiar?

hell yeah it does

now...

is this actually promethea?

I can’t imagine gearbox would be using footage that ISN’T from the planet they’re showcasing in a video about said planet. because that’s naughty. Plus, Rhys is shown giving us something that looks very similar to the tech in that area, and I can’t imagine we’d go through all that trouble just to get that tech then immediately go back to Pandora with whatever it is. whatever happened to the Promethean Vault Key we see in the We Are Mayhem trailer?

so there’s 2 options here if we’re under the assumption that dig site is/was on Promethea.

This dig site was moved from Promethea to Pandora

Elpis was moved from Pandora to Promethea

Now i went over ALL of this in an old post. (seriously, give this a read if you haven't already, i go into this in a lot more detail than i will here). but we kinda got some new information.

My first instinct is that this dig site is on (or moved to) Pandora. just, 100% Pandora. the moon, the spiky rocks in the background, what look like Rakk near the back, there’s no asteroid belt in the sky. etc. etc.

do the blue sparkles have anything to do with it? maybe!

Also again, im not 100% certain this is actually a Vault. It just... doesn’t feel right to me. If this was actually on Pandora the entire time, then we’d have known about it through the Vault Map. We would have gone to open the 3rd Vault on Pandora before bl3 even began. If this really has been on Pandora the whole time, I do believe this isn’t actually a Vault. I go over this in that previous post I’ve made and I’m still standing by it. I think this is just an Eridian ruin and the Vault shape is just a statue or whatever. I could be 100% wrong, but that’s my first instinct if we’re being lead to believe this is on Pandora.

Now I’m curious why this dig site was never mentioned in bl2 if it WAS on Pandora this whole time. And, again, if it actually does end up being a Vault, there’d be a huge plot hole with the whole Vault Map thing if it was on Pandora all along.

So was it moved here? Yeah... probably. For what reason? I... have no idea. How? similar answer. Lily couldnt’ve done it, she doesn’t have her powers anymore. Maybe activating it with whatever Rhys gives us makes it teleport to Pandora. For... reasons.

If it is a Vault, maybe it requires Elpis to open it. for some reason. We know Moon equals Key, so it could play into that. It definitely looks like it’s positioned directly in line with elpis.

but why would a Vault built on Promethea need a moon from a totally different planet to open it?

Because Promethea’s moon was destroyed.

That asteroid belt? I don’t think that’s there just for funsies (okay maybe the artists had funsies but the actual writing? yeah). And that big gun looking thing we see in both concept art and in the trailer? i think that thing fucked up Promethea’s moon to the point it shattered. So they couldn’t open that Vault.

alright, we all cool on this version of the theory?

let’s flip it on its head.

let’s consider:

Elpis was moved from Pandora to Promethea

NOT possible i hear you say

but hear me out.

what’s our reasons for saying this is Pandora?

“the moon, the spiky rocks in the background, what look like Rakk near the back, there’s no asteroid belt in the sky. etc. etc.”

Elpis? teleported! bah!

Spiky rocks? Well! We hear typhon mention a quarry, don’t we? one with brittle rock. This very well could be the quazmarian quarry he talked about where he found that very first Vault (and Vault Key). After all, if he fell into a hole and found it, it makes sense that there would be a shitload of dig teams trying to clear it out for easy access.

Rakk? We see those on Athenas, too, during the Happy Together trailer. Plus, they’re super chubby on the bottoms compared to what we see of the Rakk in the Claptrap Presents Pandora video. Maybe they’re not even Rakk.

Finally. Ah. The asteroid belt.

Well, if you believe that that giant gun could’ve obliterated Promethea’s moon, then is it so hard to turn around and believe that it’s actually obliterated the asteroids surrounding Promethea?

in fact, if we really ARE moving Elpis to Promethea, wouldn’t it make sense that we can’t have asteroids hitting Elpis for fear of worsening the Crackening and breaking our own moon?

In FACT, do we even SEE any asteroids above Promethea in that trailer shot of the bigass gun?

I THINK NOT.

There’s more to this theory, though.

from claptrap presents pandora

from the we are mayhem trailer

yeah, they COULD be celebrating the destruction of Elpis (because i would not be surprised if those are both near the same area)

lets think of something new, though. Elpis being blown up was totally 2015, with Zarpedon. That’s SO last season, Calypsos.

Plus, why would the calypsos even want the moon destroyed? is that not the home of a Vault that would allow them to see the future? how fucking powerful would that be, being able to see the future??? Jack knew what he had to do to win the Pandora games (even if he uhhh didn’t get to see that last bit because of Lilith), so why wouldn’t the Calypsos want to see their own futures?

There is the argument that they’ve already gone to Elpis and didn’t like what the Vault showed them, but I kinda assumed that they’d have gotten the funky eye things like Zarpedon did if they really did see what the Vault showed them. Given that Jack’s was interrupted by Lilith, we don’t really know if that’s truly the case.

I’m 100% down to blow up the moon cause Good Riddance, but also it needs to make sense WHY the calypsos want it blown up other than like shits and giggles? which... fine, but the story..? Elpis has to be important somehow. They have to want it blown up for some reason. A show of power? awesome, maybe they got that giant space gun. Moon = Key, so maybe they think if we can’t get this Vault, nobody can? sure why not. Destroying Pandora? Sure, but why blow up elpis when u could just also blow up pandora?

either way, if the game gives us an actual reason as to why the twins are blowing up the moon, we’re all fine and dandy. if they’re going it just because then yeah, im gonna get kinda testy.

anyway my point IS

The effect around elpis here looks strikingly familiar to the effect that appears around Lilith (and the cultists) when they’re teleported.

so it would be much cooler if, instead of blowing up Elpis, they were actually celebrating its movement.

And it would be very interesting then, if this tied into that Easter Egg we got.

You know the one:

Because yeah im still iffy on the implication that this is from the Calypso twins. Why wouldn’t they want the Vaults opened? isn’t that the grand plan?

maybe this could be from the Eridians or the Guardians on Elpis. If Elpis was teleported from Pandora to Elpis, maybe the translation from Eridian -> English is slightly off, or simplified for the message. (on vs orbiting for example)

Visit Promethea -> Where we are right now, or where we’re going to go. We need you there.

Children of the Vault -> Yes, it could be the CoV cult that’s being referenced, but the way this is broadcasted, through morse code, spoken like an actual cryptic message and not, you know, with that Calypso flair... me thinks the cult simply adopted the name “Children of the Vault”. I think this may either be referencing Sirens, or the Vault Hunters/Crimson Raiders. Maybe the twins picked up this broadcast and that’s why they immediately head to Promethea after they steal Lilith’s powers.

We are not on Pandora anymore -> shit dudes we got yeeted to Promethea, help us. Or... we’ve moved elsewhere. We’re not nearby, we escaped, we fled, come find us on Promethea.

Tannis is not what she seems -> this one... I don’t believe the Calypsos actually know anything about Tannis. If they do, then she was possibly the one to rescue/experiment on them, turning them into artificial Sirens or whatever, but then... isn’t Tannis exactly what she seems? She’s crazy, she totally would experiment on the twins. That is EXACTLY what she seems like.

The people who would know about Tannis not being what she seems... the people who can see the future? The Guardians of the Sentinel’s Vault (maybe just the Guardians/Eridians in general). The Watcher can speak (speak? she uses telepathy, doesn’t she? that’s why Brick asks Lilith what she says) eloquently, I imagine there has to be more than one Watcher-like Guardian. Or this is the Watcher herself sending the message.

Either way, if, later on in the game, Tannis starts showing signs of not being what she seems, then... wouldn’t it make sense that the only characters who knew this were the ones who could see the future? And given the new info, it makes sense that the Guardians/Eridians/yougetthegist would know her by name, because she could be the one who turned herself into an artificial Siren. Or figured out how to create artificial Sirens. Whichever (both?). Which is kinda big news in the Eridian world, I’m sure. Plus, the wording using ‘What’ instead of ‘Who’ is kinda a big pointer. I’m almost leaning towards the idea that Tannis tried to give herself Angel’s phaseshifting abilities. I can’t see Tannis with actual offensive abilities... It wouldn’t really fit her character. But I can 100% see her with mad computer hacking skills, to the point she could ruin anything with a flick of her wrist. Yeah, I can see that.

And I really hope Tannis doesn’t end up being a villain. She could do so much good with her intelligence and newfound powers and tbh it’s really nice seeing a character with autism not treated like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory (the butt of every joke). She feels real to me (as someone with autism)- she’s got her obsession (Eridians/Sirens/the Vaults), her crazy intelligence, the social phobia/unawareness. I really like her as a character (going from betraying us in bl1 to realizing her mistake and immediately trying to help and assisting the Crimson Raiders) and I’d really hate for her to become the villain just for... idk a shock twist? The shock twist should be that she’s a Siren or whatever, not that she’s going to betray us. I like Tannis :( And all the message says is Tannis is Not What She Seems, not that we shouldn’t trust her or that she’s going to betray us.

Do Not Open the Vaults -> well this is the whole thing, isn’t it? this is why I think this message has some sort of Eridian origin, instead of the Calypsos cult. The Calypsos WANT the Vaults open. They want that ‘universe-destroying’ power. They want to absorb the powers of the Vault monsters. Shit, even we Vault Hunters want to open the Vaults for some of that sweet, sweet loot. But who doesn’t want the Vaults opened? The Eridians.

oh yeah we were talking about Promethea. how the fuck did i get here?

oh the moon

yeah it could have just been a shot in the Instagram trailer they used to show off the ‘Eridian alien technology’. that’s not fun to talk about tho lmfao. plus the thingie Rhys holds matches up so well with the cool technology we get

anyway

the instagram trailer. we’re not even like halfway done with this post btw. still gotta do those beautiful screenshots

trailer

sorry it’s like 1am im starting to lose focus im shifting into sleepy mode

i just love the aesthetic of this city.

also. that one building with the 0 on it? you can’t convince me Rhys didn’t give Zer0 their own skyscraper.

oh, you want an entire building to store all your loot and trophy kills? OF COURSE ZER0 ANYTHING FOR YOU

yes....... Eridian log.

im really excited to see it glowing. especially since it’s glowing red, like the Vault Map/key/you know. I hope that has some significance.

i did boost the brightness and noticed it was part of a wall, not just one slab found elsewhere. makes me think this is part of a Temple. maybe part of the dig site below? we know that one is connected to some sort of building. and if it glows red, that’d be a really neat tie in to why Atlas always has that glowing red aesthetic going on in their bases.

still not done talking about this shot. yeah the stuff on the right looks similar to the thing Rhys hands us. NOT why i brought it back up tho. The guardian statues in the back seem very ‘low poly’. VERY different to the guardian statues we have on Pandora. they’re also holding staffs which is new.

compare

these ones also seem much buffer than the guardians we see. with shorter necks, as well.

Maybe these are statues of ACTUAL Eridians? not just Guardians or any other construct (further proof for my theory Pandora was a Guardian production planet lol) but like what Eridians actually look like.

shorter necks, thicker limbs (because why would the constructs NEED muscles?), actual bodies that aren’t thin as twigs. I think we found it boys

this is the ideal Eridian body

no cause, seriously, if they ARE guardians, why are they so BUFF?? i don’t GET IT

also weird this atlas gun isn’t wrist mounted. Atlas sniper confirmarinoed? or just an Old Atlas gun. sure. that too.

Moze on a turret near what i assume is the Meridian Seaport. She has what i think is an Atlas pistol equipped. There’s a dead guy leaning up against some cinder blocks, all cozy-like.

better shot of the area. We talked about this earlier, so moving on!

Okay... so is THIS the New Atlas sniper? it looks like nigel thornberry’s nose

smashing.

we saw this before, too. im actually really excited to look out over the Promethea skyline from the top of a skyscraper. also, idk, rhys’s hand looks like a yaoi hand to me. like his fingers are above the F in strongfork, right? look how far away his thumb is. YEESH.

it’s actually ONLY rhys lol

An Atlas soldier at work! I like that their gear has the crimson lance logo on it. And the new Atlas symbol. I feel like if we have to fight these guys, the crit spot is gonna be that backpack.

maliwan robo!!!

a big boy. one of the flying ones too iirc from the We Are Mayhem trailer.

Atlassss in the back. it’s weird that the second A in Atlas is the logo, not the first one. the first one is a triangle. that’s weird is it supposed to be signalling something else? a triangle with a circle around it. i don’t even know what that might be a logo for. hm.

oh also police bots i guess, but we see these dudes a lot.

im more interested in this thingie in the back. wonder what happened to it/what it is

ratches. blegh.

i hate these things jfc. they’re so gross.

i like that maliwan is just claiming things by throwing their flag up on it. that’s not how this works! that’s not how any of this works!

anyway.

how are those screenshots lookin

pretty good.

im pretty sure i’ve mentioned this before, but i love that they named this part of the city Meridian and then kept the Eridian logo in the spelling. it’s so fuckin dorky to me.

also i know we’re supposed to hate these robos, but at least they’re getting some characterization as enemies. the loaderbots in bl2 do this but not to a degree that they get their own interactions (LB being the exception of course). I like this.

also i love that parts of the city are color coded. like red and blue parts are different areas. It’s such a neat way to help people not get lost (cough, me) and it fits great into the design of the city with the neon lights and bright colors. I noticed this in the gameplay demo as well, tho i don’t remember if it was followed. Also I’m pretty sure that symbol up there

is what the blue area is called. could be wrong. but i think i saw this during the demo as well.

i think this is going to be my favorite area to visit on Promethea, hands down. I love this little living area. It feels so unlike anywhere we’ve visited in previous games, like it feels like somewhere Gaige could be from. Actually, iirc Roland was from Promethea, wasn’t he? Be wild if we visited his house here. Anyway, I’m also excited about the trees. Fucking! Trees!

and cars!!! holy shit yeah on Pandora we only ever saw like light runners or bandit technicals and the occasional bus. all the cars were broken down and stripped for parts! It’s really cool to see actual full cars here.

wow i am excited over the most mundane shit lol

wait till you guys hear about the PARKING LOT

OHHHH YEAH

CROSSWALKS TOO

lol im actually- i just love this area. i love it so much. this is lovely. i love the giant glowing reactor in the background too, i 100% hope we get to interact with that (posssssibly blow it up. maybe just a little.) I can see this area being the area we have to run through to reach the entrance of that thing. I mean, it’s just RIGHT THERE.

Also would not be surprised if this KV fellow is waiting for us there. “Who wants to BANG a billionaire indeed”. He’s totally gonna be a boss fight. BANG i imagine means more shooty shooty than innuendo... innuendo...

it sounded better in my head.

the symbol for the red area possibly on that tower in the back?

I’m like, 60% sure this isn’t the area we explore with Lorelei, so maybe this is the Titan Skyway? also maybe the bridge Moze and Fl4k drop off of in the Happy Together trailer.

hate. i would quote AM here but im tired so just imagine the entire ‘Hate’ quote here because i HATE these things.

there’s also a big skelly in the back, i wonder just how big these fuckin things can grow. hopefully uhhh like a cow died here or smth. cuz fuck man.

this area is also super green and watery so i wonder if this is a sewer or smth. that’d be wild lol

Another shot of the city. It’s so fucking beautiful. I really love how they went all out for this. Opportunity was great, but it wasn’t nice to look at. Promethea is fucking STUNNING. I love this place way too much. Never even been here before.

also i love the fog coming up from the bottom. Maybe this shot is taken from the water? god if we get to go on the water and then it starts fogging up i might actually start crying lol.

this building is my favorite by far i think. I love the way the middle turns in. I have no idea how that’d work like... from an inside standpoint, cause the ground would just be slanted under you but im sure they made it work somehow.

anyway. im gonna go cry myself to sleep over how beautiful this game is. sorry i talked like... WAY too much during this one lol.

also i just thought of this while writing the tl;dr but maybe that item rhys gives us is after all the Promethea stuff is over, even the Vault(s), maybe we need it to activate something in that vault statue area on Pandora and that’s our way to like some important Vault or the Eridian homeworld or smth and we gotta collect all the pieces to activate it. like it’s a teleporter. Maybe Rhys had a piece because that’s what was in the Vault of the Traveller. I mean it would make sense because if you didn’t want someone to have something, you fuckin hide it in a box that’s teleporting across the galaxy at random intervals. That might be our way to the Eridian Homeworld. Now wouldn’t that be neato...

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #promethea #wow sorry i just WENT OFF tonight #it's 2am tho so nighty #i did my best #time for sleep

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Picture Frames - Hatori x Tohru Oneshot

Hatori is stranded at the Sohma estate during a blizzard. To his surprise, Tohru stumbles into his solitude, and the two awkwardly try to place their feelings about the other while waiting out the storm. Hatori’s self-imposed isolation won’t be easily shattered, but Tohru’s smile has been known to melt snow.

Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romance, Fluff (many many tropes be in this fic, take a shot for each one)

Rated T

Made for @frost-guardian - hope you enjoy bud!

Post-curse fic

Word Count: 7,000 (as always you can read this on ao3 or fanfiction.net via the same username)

Picture Frames ~

It was snowing again.

The soft breeze spun the flakes into flurries of white confetti. They fell and landed in silence, a strange stillness lingering in the air, as it always did when it snowed. Hatori observed the fall from his porch, hands buried in his pockets. He stood lost in thought, allowing melancholy nostalgia to settle over him. Usually he wasn’t so generous with his time, but the worsening snow was so deep the authorities had issued a warning for people not to leave their homes. So Hatori found himself in the strange position of not being able to make house calls. Which meant no work needed to be done.

That never happened.

At a loss of what to do, he was reminded of why he’d become a workaholic in the first place. It starved off painful memories.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, he mulled over calling Ayame or Shigure. Which was also strange and never happened. They always rang him first, Ayame to gossip nonsense or Shigure to wryly observe some latest mischief he’d made. Taking a drag, Hatori padded inside and exhaled slowly, dialling for Ayame.

‘Due to the poor weather conditions, we cannot connect your call at this time. Please try again later.’

Ah, that explained things. Even Akito wasn’t around to send for him. The entire Sohma estate lay empty, with him the sole occupant. Everyone else was busy enjoying their time off for the holidays and he’d been so caught up in work he’d ignored the weather warnings. The open doors shuddered, the wood starting to rattle against the bellow of new, harsher gusts of wind. Pulling them shut, Hatori frowned to himself, sighing. Good thing he had a heater or the room would be freezing.

Tired eyes slanted towards the single bed in the corner of the room longingly. Maybe…he could just sleep for a little while? Uninterrupted rest was rare, he should make use of it. Hatori took a step towards it before catching sight of his desk. Kana’s picture frame stood empty now, but something about it still made his mouth thin. He looked at the filing cabinet instead. That’s right. He needed to check over some prescriptions first before sleeping.

He could always rest later.

Not like he’d been up for 48 hours already.

Hatori let the cigarette hang loosely from his mouth, sitting down and pulling open the cabinet. He thumbed through it, fingers lingering on the letter ’T’ just as his door suddenly flung open.

Brunnet hair and blue ribbons caught his eye first. Her wild pants and red face suddenly registered, sending his heart skittering.

“Hah- hah- whew!” Tohru panted, struggling to close the door against the gusts of wind. “It’s crazy out there!”

A pale hand pushed the door shut above her head. Tohru blinked snowflakes from her lashes, looking up at the doctor.

“Miss Honda. How-” his mouth clicked shut, good eye slightly wide. “Why were you out in the storm? Didn’t you hear the news?”

“Hm? Oh no, I haven’t heard anything. I’m so sorry to barge in on you like this, I’m sure it’s an inconvenience.” She fussed, lingering by the door and not moving to take off her snow drenched coat. White flakes sprinkled her shoulders, nose, even the top of her head. Tohru gave a worried smile, hands moving animatedly in the air. “I did notice it had started to snow while at work, a-and some of the staff decided to wait out the weather there. But I thought it’d be over pretty quick. Next thing I know it’s like a blizzard, but oh- I’m sure you’re busy with work,” she babbled.

Hatori noticed their proximity and leaned away, wondering if he made her nervous. He took a drag from his cigarette, letting her ramble until a few certain words caught his attention.

“No, you’re not going out again.” His quiet gaze settled on her, tone dropping.

Tohru blinked, putting her bag down and holding her gloveless hands. He noticed they were red, fingers no doubt stiff. “Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Please do,” he muttered flatly, offering his hand to take her coat. “Work isn’t exactly keeping my focus right now.”

“Well then,” she smiled hesitantly at first, before beaming outright. “I’m happy to be your distraction.”

His heart did another funny thing in his chest. Hatori firmly folded it away just as he hung her coat on the rack over the heater. Tohru rubbed her hands and sighed with relief as she unwound her pink scarf from her neck. Hatori offered his hand again, setting it aside.

“That’s better,” she chirped, dusting some melted snow off her. “I couldn’t get through to anyone on the phone, so when I passed by the Sohma estate, I wondered if it would be alright to use yours.”

“There’s not much point. The phone lines aren’t working.”

Tohru paused, “oh.” She deflated a little, and he regretted being so blunt. Unfortunately, that was just in his nature. He blinked when she smiled anyway, “that’s okay. The electricity still seems to be working,” she gestured to his lamp. “Would you like some tea? Or I can cook something if you’d prefer.”

The former dragon zodiac stared. He then swallowed, removing his cigarette from his lips and snuffing it out on an ashtray. He could hear Shigure now, simpering about 'sweet little Tohru’ and her kind ways. She always threw him. Because while he listened to Shigure and sometimes Ayame drone on about her latest feat, he never expected her kindness to extend to him.

But she always offered it freely, and so easily. He hadn’t gotten used to it despite knowing her for years now. “Tea would be…nice,” he uttered, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”

Tohru smiled and wandered to the kettle, kneeling to open the cupboard and take out some mugs. Her actions were thoughtless- like she spent many hours there with him. Hatori sat at his desk, running a hand through his heavy bangs. He supposed she did visit sometimes, usually with an entourage of their strange, colourful friends.

Tohru padded back when she was done, placing his mug down on his desk, only to wince and move it onto a coaster. Hatori rose a brow, glancing at the water rings on the wood. It wasn’t like he would ever yell at her, let alone over something so simple.

Thanking her again, he took a good measure of comfort from wrapping his hand loosely around it. He watched the steam rise from the cup and attempted to make casual conversation.

“How has your health been?”

Damn it.

Tohru took a seat on a cushion by the low table. Hatori averted his gaze as she blew softly on the steam from her cup, nursing it close. “I’ve been wonderful. No worries here, what about you?”

His good eye slid back to her, as though unable to do anything else. People tended to forget to ask doctors that. “Yes, much the same.”

She tilted her head, gesturing to the space under her eye. “But you have bags under your eyes. Are you sure you’ve not been pushing yourself too hard? I suppose you must have a busy schedule in winter, lots of colds. Please remember to rest.” Tohru seemed to notice how prying her words could come across and opened her mouth to apologise-

“Pot kettle black,” he muttered, cutting her off.

Tohru blinked, tilting her head. “Um, do you want…black coffee instead?” She made a weak guess.

A huff of amusement escaped him. “No, I’m referring to your own dark circles. You should take your own advice and 'please remember to rest’.” Hatori quipped, lips curling up at the edges.

Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and she drew her knees up, hands curling in the thin material of her black tights. Hatori noticed her legs shaking slightly.

“I-I have been resting, honest. You’re starting to sound like Yuki and Kyo,” she smiled, eyes widening when he stood and grabbed a nearby blanket, tossing it over her legs. Pale hands settled on the tops of her knees as he leaned down slightly over her.

Black hair slid forward, exposing one sightless eye. “Do you also lie to them to assuage their worry?”

Tohru’s eyes widened, gaze fixed on his. She then bit her lip and smiled coyishly, “pot kettle black.”

He inhaled, lips tilting up while he straightened. “Touché.”

This wasn’t flirting, right? He’d never been good at it so he hoped this was simple banter. Because he was not flirting with a woman 12 years his junior. He had firmly filed that particular thought into a cabinet known as - never to be reflected upon. Even when she’d graduated and grown into a young lady of 19, he assured himself that he'd never open the cabinet.

“I really like that tie,” Tohru changed the topic of conversation, looking at him over the rim of her mug. “It looks very nice on you.”

He cleared his throat for the umpteenth time. Again, not flirting but an innocent compliment. He touched it uncertainly. A gift from Aya.

“A biased opinion. Isn’t pink your favourite colour?” Hatori muttered, retreating to the safety of his seat. Her smile froze on her face, before she busied herself with sipping her tea, the steam causing her cheeks to grow redder.

An awkward silence descended upon them, and Hatori cursed his social skills. They hadn’t been…alone together for a very long time. Usually their louder friends were filling the silences. Why couldn’t he have just accepted the compliment?

“How did you know that?”

Oh. That’s what was bothering her. Hatori shrugged, “you mentioned it once.”

And he’d remembered.

Tohru smiled slightly, before shivering and rubbing her legs over the blanket. Hatori noticed and leaned forward, angling the heater near his desk more toward her. Tohru made a face and pulled the cushion closer to him so that they were sharing the heat. Hatori’s lips tilted up slightly. She was stubborn in some ways.

“I wonder how long the blizzard will last for,” she mused aloud.

Hatori lifted a shoulder, resting his chin on his knuckles. “The news said at least a day. Unfortunately, it looks as though you’re stuck with me for company, miss Honda.”

Tohru jolted and shook her head violently, ribbons ruffling in her hair. “N-no! That’s- I mean, you’re wonderful! Please don’t say that, and you really can call me Tohru you know,” she said, standing suddenly. “We just need to take our minds off the snow and how people are probably worried about us! Do you um…have any board games?”

Hatori stared at her, blinking slowly.

“Let’s see, one, two- six. I scored six!” Tohru chirped, leaning over the scrabble board. It was the Western version, something Momiji had brought over, but luckily the two were proficient in English. They’d played a number of games for a few hours, punctuated by idle chatter, before landing on this one as their favourite. Tohru didn’t have the strategic eye for chess and Hatori didn’t possess the same enthusiasm for 'Old Maid.’

Hatori walked over, carrying yet more tea. He placed the tray down and rose a brow, looking at the word. “Dragon, hm,” he took his place opposite her at the low table, wondering why he could feel a slight chill in the room. “You know you could have scored higher by utilising this triple letter score,” he tapped his figure on the blue square.

“Yes but then I wouldn’t have been able to spell Dragon!” She giggled, obviously more pleased by the word than winning the game.

He rose a brow, feeling a warmth in his stomach. Her enthusiasm for pointless things appeared to be infectious. Glancing at the letters on his side, his lips curved up. Taking hold of an 'i’ he placed it under her 'r’ and began completing his own word. Sitting back, he looked at it with quiet satisfaction.

Tohru tilted her head, blushing slightly. “Rice ball…hmm, isn’t that two words, Doctor?” She said playfully.

He blinked and checked it again, his own cheeks dusting with heat at the mistake. “…I suppose. Hm, should have gone with onigiri.”

She let out a carefree laugh that sounded like the personification of sunshine. At that moment, the orange light of the heater that had been casting orange hues onto her face made a distressed noise. It then abruptly shut off. Hatori frowned, shifting the rack away to fiddle with it.

“Oh no, is it broken?”

Hatori turned off the power and removed the back, fiddling with it. “No need to panic, it’s probably just a faulty-” he broke off a wire. The heater probably needed that. He calmly returned the broken piece to its place. “…Yes, it may be broken.” Funny how his hands could be so careful when treating patients and yet he had an allergy to tinkering with electronics.

Tohru’s brows drew together when the room started to grow colder. The Sohma house was old-fashioned, with no radiators in sight. She sat up, holding her arms, “okay, um. We need a battle plan! This is fine, my mom couldn’t always pay for the gas bill and we made do!”

Her hands balled into fists, face determined. Hatori straightened, noticing her shiver. He hummed, removing his white doctor’s coat and placing it around her shoulders, touch lingering. They felt much too thin and small under his hands. “Extra blankets are a must, I’ll take care of finding those.”

She smiled bashfully and nodded, “mhm! And I’ll see if you’ve got any electric ones! Or candles. I’ve also got a bento box leftover from work that we can share. Keeping well fed is integral for fighting the cold!” She nodded sagely.

Dark hair slid forward as he leaned down, tugging on one of her ribbons lightly. “You didn’t eat earlier? Miss Honda…am I going to have to strictly monitor your health?” The calm tone dropped once more, ice leaking into his words. And yet, vague worry lingered around his perpetually melancholy eyes.

Reaching up to fix her ribbon, Tohru slid her arms into the sleeves of his coat, which slipped past her hands. “There’s no need to worry~ I promise! Now, let’s begin operation: Fight the cold!” She quickly turned with yet another curiously red face. Hatori wondered if she were coming down with something.

Something foreign heated his veins though when she padded away, the coat swaying out behind her like a cape due to it’s size. Her long shapely legs were visible for a moment under the billow of white- and his breath caught.

Hatori quickly adjusted his tie. No, put that thought away damn it. Just because she looked like a woman didn’t mean Tohru deserved to be disrespected by his unwanted attention. He quickly strode into a new room, opening the cupboards and bringing out all the blankets he could find, loading them into his arms. Now if Shigure were here, or- Hatori shuddered- in his place. Alone. With Tohru. The former dog could not be trusted not to cause a scandal. But Hatori Sohma, lonely and admiring of Tohru though he was- never caused scandal. He was the straight-laced doctor, a man of discipline, routine.

Besides even if there wasn’t an age gap and even if in some mad parallel universe Tohru returned his affections-

Hatori shook his head, returning to the room and glancing at the empty picture frame. He couldn’t do it, not again. He needed to stop thinking about ridiculous things.

He’d vowed never to hurt another person ever again.

Tohru came padding in, holding a tub of various sized candles but sadly no electric blanket. She smiled amiably at him, before pausing. “Hatori…what’s wrong?”

Lean muscles froze. He placed the blankets down, straightening slowly. Fishing in his pocket, he brought out a lighter and offered it. “Nothing, here. Just don’t burn yourself,” he muttered.

Cold fingers closed around his own, gentle and soft. His lips thinned.

“I-I’m not that accident-prone,” she lightly teased, giving a smile. It fell on her face a little when he didn’t respond. Accepting the lighter, she turned and with his help, began arranging the candles around their make-shift nest of comforts. They didn’t provide much of a heat source, Hatori wryly observed. If anything, they were more of a fire hazard.

Tohru concentrated on lighting the wicks, glancing up at him every so often. Hatori pulled out a spare futon to spread beneath them, sitting on it as he worked on making their surroundings as comfy as possible, spreading blankets everywhere like a fort. He didn’t own a kotatsu, much to Tohru’s dismay. Once they were done, Tohru brought out her bento box, grabbing a spare set of chopsticks and handing them to him.

“Since you haven’t eaten, it would be best if only you-”

“You’re eating too~!” She smiled brightly, to the point that Hatori sweatdropped, backing down. He still had reservations about taking half, but she divided it evenly, placing the box in between them.

Digging in, Hatori quietly appreciated the food, noting the amount of care she’d put into every part. The attention to detail that she afforded every meal. A thought surfaced in his sleep-deprived head- tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“You’ll make a wonderful wife, someday.”

Tohru made a noise, chocking on her food. He winced, mentally kicking himself as he offered her water. She gratefully accepted, chugging it down. “A-ah! Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say. You’ll make an amazing husband too!” She rambled, also wincing.

His limbs locked, coldness skittering down his spine just as his pulse raced. “…I don’t think that’s something in my future, but thanks,” he quietly admitted.

Tilting her head, Tohru picked up the pickled plum in her chopsticks, putting it on his side. She knew he liked them. “O-oh um…what makes you think that?”

“Experience,” he uttered, placing the plum back on hers. He knew she liked them more.

Her cheeks puffed up indignantly, but on her face, the expression only came across as cute. “W-well for what it’s worth I think you’re wrong. Yuki used to think something similar, but now he has Machi. Then there’s Rin with Haru, a-and Kisa with Hiro. Even Ayame and Mine. I don’t really know what’s happening with Akito and Shigure but if you’re worried about not marrying because of the zodiac then-”

“I know. The curse is broken, and it has been for some time.” Hatori interrupted gently, exhaling. He could really use a cigarette, but he didn’t like exposing her to secondhand smoke. “I’m just of the opinion that it’s…in my personality or fate to be alone. I’ve become used to solitude, there’s no need to fuss over it. I don’t find it uncomfortable.”

Tohru’s brows drew together, and she glanced at the picture frame on his desk. Hatori busied himself with eating, wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth once again. He didn’t even know why he was talking about it, but Tohru had that effect on people.

“I understand,” the words escaped her gently, lifting some rice to her lips. He hated that he’d lowered her mood, but upon looking up, he found the girl lost in thought, not upset. She was…different, miss Honda.

When first getting to know her, he’d surmised that she was a lot like Kana, but as time wore on, that thought had faded. His ex-fiance had been beautifully sensitive, like an orchid. She’d filled his days with colour when she’d blossomed. But under strain and heartbreak, her petals wilted. Tohru, for all her naivete, held a deep well of pain within her. It was like no amount of troubles the Sohma curse threw at her would compare with the loss of her mother. She could handle the secret. Hell, she’d broken it.

Drawn out of his musings, he noticed her fingers had turned blue. “Miss Honda,” he muttered, placing his chopsticks down. “Your hands, give them to me.”

Brown eyes blinked, nibbling on the rice. She set her own utensils aside, startled when large hands covered her own. The doctor shifted to sit beside her, holding her palms over a larger candle. Lips thinning with consternation, his slightly calloused hands rubbed her smaller digits.

“H-hator-” she jolted when his head dipped down- exhaling on her hands and continuing to massage her skin with his thumbs. Hatori lowered his head once more, the movement bringing his lips shockingly close to her skin.

“We can’t afford to be polite right now,” he grumbled. “If you’re feeling cold, tell me.”

Tohru swallowed under his intense attention.

“Alright,” she softly agreed, smiling. “You’re so kind, Hatori. It’s no wonder you became a Doctor.”

He hesitated in his touches, before continuing to rub her hands. His eyes stayed fixed on the task, but a slight gentleness warmed his gaze. “I didn’t have a choice in occupation, it was something my father did before me. But…I do enjoy it.”

His muscles tensed when he felt something light tap his cheek just under his good eye. “Still, you should let other people look after you sometimes too. You look like a panda. Ah!- sorry that came out rude. I meant it as a cute thing!”

Hatori rose a brow. Cute?

Tohru reeled, waving her free hand, “a-anyway. Just how long have you been awake for?”

He checked his watch, mulling it over. “About 52 hours,” he said bluntly.

It were as though her spirit had ascended from her body, leaving Torhu with a sucker-punched expression. Hatori reached out and tugged on her bangs almost fondly. “There’s no need to freak out, it’s quite normal in my line of work.”

Still reeling, Tohru snapped herself out of her daze, raising a finger. “That doesn’t make me worry less! A-ahh, and you’ve been staying up to take care of me when you could have been resting! I’m the worst! I am so sorry- here!” She quickly got up, breaking their contact to dash to the bed. She began fluffing a pillow, setting it down. She then tucked a thick blanket over it and gestured to it with the most determined expression she could muster.

“Please rest.”

“No.”

“W-why not?”

He sighed. “For one thing, it’s getting late. You need your sleep more than I do after actually working today, I’ve only been sitting down and sorting notes. You’ve been on your feet and out in the snow. So go ahead, use it.” He gestured to the bed while dousing the meagre amount of candles they’d put out. He then picked up the bento box and carried it to the kitchen. He heard uncertain, worried sounds as Tohru followed, hovering behind him.

“B-but you need it more than me!-”

Hatori turned on the tap water, letting her ramblings wash over him much like whenever Ayame or Shigure started fussing.

“Besides your schedule is busier, and it’s 52 hours, Hatori! 52!”

He calmly washed the utensils and bento box, surprised she wasn’t running out of steam talking a mile a minute. So caught up was he in his musings that Hatori misjudged her proximity. Turning to grab a dish towel- he bumped right into the girl. Hatori reeled, eyes widening as he automatically caught her by the shoulders, heart thudding when he expected to transform. To become small, fragile. Something easily stepped on as he fell the great height to the ground.

But nothing happened. He didn’t realise his breathing had escalated until soft palms gingerly touched his cheeks, drawing his startled gaze down to hers.

“It’s okay, Hatori. See? Nothing- nothing happens anymore…” she murmured, seeming to only now realise he hadn’t tested his newfound freedom yet.

Hatori caught his breath, wondering why sweat dotted his temples. He trembled slightly, touching her hand on his face. He hoped he imagined leaning into her touch. “I apologise. I guess it was just a shock…”

She nodded empathetically, gazing up at him. She stroked her thumb over his jaw slightly, before blushing and letting go. “U-um…so- like I was saying,” she murmured, holding her hands as they slowly padded back to his room.

“Fine, look see, I’ll sit down.” He took a seat on the bed, that he admitted was much comfier now that she’d plied it with blankets. Still, this was not enough to assuage her as Tohru placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Okay! Step one is done~ now for step two! Lying down,” she beamed, putting all her strength into trying to force him to lie back. Hatori felt her hands shake and noticed her grunt with effort, but he did not budge. He sighed. Reluctantly, he allowed himself to fall back- head hitting the pillow and scattering his dark hair in disarray.

However, the sudden movement made the girl lose her balance. She landed with a squeak directly atop him.

Hatori stiffened immediately, shifting to get up, “m-miss Honda.”

Tohru seemed to misconstrue his motives to escape- as she placed her palms firmly down on his chest, trying to keep him there. “N-no! You shouldn’t get up! Go to sleep!” She blushed scarlet. “I’ll keep you like this if I have to!”

“I can hardly rest while you’re-” he sucked in a harsh breath when her hips squirmed. Directly against his. His head hit the pillow once more, mind screaming. Alright, so Tohru was essentially straddling him. No big deal. It wasn’t like he could also feel the gentle curves of her body pressing against his, smell her scent of fresh linens dancing in a warm summer breeze- or sense the line of tension in her spine. His hands reluctantly settled on her lower back.

“This isn’t necessary. I’ll sleep if it means that much to you.”

Tohru shifted atop him, tilting her head up where it rested on his chest. Heat surged down his stomach, curling his fingers in the material of her blouse. Suddenly seeming to realise how indecent their positions were, Tohru lifted her upper body, hair frazzled. It hung down to tickle his nose.

“I-I um- okay. Just make sure you rest!” She blushed, moving carefully to try and untangle their limbs. Feeling the warmth leaving his chest, Hatori surprised both her and himself by halting her movements.

His hands had settled on her waist.

Tohru paused, cheeks seemingly incapable of losing their red hue. “H-Hatori?”

Exhaling, violet eyes stared up at her. He quickly grasped a blanket and tossed it around her shoulders, tugging her to lie back down on a mad impulse. “Let’s just…both get some sleep. You’re as bad as me when it comes to watching your health and pushing yourself too hard. I don’t trust you not to stay up.”

Surprising him, she gave a soft, mumbled giggle. “You make us sound so rebellious. Like Black Haru or something.”

The former dragon stared up at the ceiling, his heart thundering quicker at the sound. He was certain she could hear it in his chest. He’d forgotten what it was like to hold another human so close. The alien feeling was dissolving into such a pleasant sensation he feared he’d grow spoiled from it.

“Hatori…this is okay, isn’t it?” Came her small voice.

His hand glided up her back to rest on her head. “Of course. Unless it bothers you.”

“Oh no, not at all,” she murmured, grip tightening in his shirt. He wondered why. “I mean, we’re friends!”

“Yes. Friends.”

Tohru made a noise of quiet affirmation, settling closer. “Goodnight Hatori.”

Hearing her breathing even out, his attention shifted down, glancing at the crown of her head. Brunette strands of hair were sprawled over his chest, some spun into gentle spirals. His pale fingers stroked the soft locks, before clenching and drawing away.

“Goodnight…Tohru.”

Hatori was floating on clouds. Or at least it certainly felt that way. He slept long and deep, breathing in heavenly smells and feeling oddly…safe.

Releasing a dusty sounding breath, his lashes fluttered. Surfacing from sleep slowly, he lifted his head groggily. At once, he noticed their positions had changed. Strands of hair were stuck to his lip, his face inches from Tohru’s neck, where he assumed he’d been resting just a moment ago. Somehow they’d changed positions in the night. He was now laying on his stomach, trapping her more petite form under his. His felt his arms wrapped around her, and more alarmingly- hers around him.

Shifting, Hatori’s face flushed when he felt something. Ah, it seemed her leg had hooked around his in the night too. Fantastic.

Grasping her wrists, Hatori gently untangled her from him, shifting to get up. He braced his hands on either side of her head on the pillow to rise.

Of course, her lashes opened.

“H-hatori,” she breathed, eyes widening. She then smiled shyly, hands grasping the covers tighter. “G-good morning! Did you sleep well?”

Hatori made a noise, quickly moving to rise. He half-heartedly tried to fix his bed-hair, only to give up. “And you?”

“Yes, very well thank you,” she chirped. “It felt very warm.”

He adjusted his tie, wishing he could stop damn blushing. He strode over to his desk, “I’m going to see if the phone’s working.”

“Ah, sure. I guess I’ll start making breakfast then.”

“You don’t have to-” too late, she was already gone.

Hatori dialled for Shigure and lifted the phone to his ear.

'Due to the poor weather conditions, we cannot connect your call at this time. Please try again later.’

Not good. It was only the second day but spending any more time with Tohru alone might make her catch wise to his feelings.

“Hatori!~ Would you like some eggs?”

Then again, it was Tohru. He was quite fortunate she saw everyone around her as strictly friends. Sighing, he tried to fix his expression into a calm mask and joined her in the kitchen.

While they contentedly tucked into their breakfast together, he noticed her pause mid-meal. Finishing a bite, he waited for her to speak up.

“Hatori, remember yesterday when you said you didn’t think you’d get married?”

He made a non-committal noise.

“I-I don’t think it’s in my personality to be alone, maybe I’d make a good wife-”

“You would,” his tone brooked no argument.

“Hmph. Pot kettle black,” Tohru smiled with a hesitant impishness.

Violet eyes danced. “You think I’d make a good wife?”

She gave a laugh, lips tugging up as warmth lit up her expression. She then sobered. “It’s just that…maybe I’m afraid of marriage in a similar way. Afraid of someone being more important to me than my mom. If I got married, then I’m worried they’d take her place in my heart. I don’t like to admit it, because it makes me a bad daughter- but I can’t…picture her face clearly anymore. I have to rely on her photo. I-it’s awful. I’m terrible.”

Something vicious attacked his bloodstream at her put down. “Don’t. Your mother would be proud of you.” His voice became haunting steel, before softening. “For what it’s worth, I’m the same. I can’t clearly recall Kana’s laugh, but I know it was distinct. I can’t see her face, but there’s the recollection of her eyes or how she used to stand that I do know. I’m sorry, she’s not deceased so it’s not the same-”

“No, no. It is- because it’s just as painful. You still…lost her.”

He stopped, that reserved quietness in his bearing softening for her. “Just because we loved them…doesn’t mean we have to be alone to honour them, Tohru.”

She stared, tears collecting in her eyes. “Does that mean you’ll reconsider becoming an old maid?” She sniffed, smiling teasingly while trying to ignore her red nose and wobbling lip.

Hatori’s gaze shifted over her honest features, before returning to his now cold breakfast. “Perhaps. If the right suitor came along.”

It was at that moment the electricity decided to shut off, dousing the room in faint blue tones.

Tohru had let out a yelp and panicked, hands fluttering everywhere. “H-h-hatori! Oh no! If there’s no electricity then we can’t cook dinner!”

“Calm down. We’ll find a way, besides there’s enough food to snack on if this isn’t just a short power cut.”

He heard her get up, but she was on his sightless side- moving closer. “But what if it lasts longer than- GAH!” Something knocked violently against the table, making the plates rattle.

Hatori turned in alarm, hands reaching out and finding her form stumbling. Firm fingers wrapped around her arm, steadying her. He shifted to stand, brows drawing together.

“Tohru? Are you alright?”

The lights flickered, before turning back on. The whole room was bathed in soft hues once more, and the girl exhaled in relief, looking up at him. “O-oh, yes I’m fine. I just tripped.”

“You’re bleeding,” he deadpanned, attention fixed on her torn tights. Her left knee was scrapped, some bruising starting to rise to the surface.

Tohru gaped, peering down. He decided to take it upon himself to pick her up, leaning down to allow her to place her arm around his shoulders as he slid one arm under her legs. He didn’t think of it as some gallant thing, he just couldn’t be bothered to wait as she hopped over to a chair. He placed her down in his desk chair and retrieved some antiseptic, along with a plaster.

Though he knew her to be a grown woman he couldn’t shake the habit of tending to even the most minor of injuries, especially when it came to her. He’d taken the car to Shigure’s house on several occasions when it was reported she had a headache or scrape from a new fall.

Hatori knelt down to grasp her ankle, placing her foot on his thigh to elevate her knee and allow him to see it better. She made a noise, though he wasn’t certain why. His fingers then rubbed the cream onto her wound, and this time he understood the hiss between her teeth.

“The pain will pass…am I being too rough?” He muttered, trying to gentle his touch.

“N-no not at all,” she murmured.

He hummed and placed the plaster over the scrape, smoothing the edges to let it stick. He felt mild satisfaction at such a simple task, ready to move away.

Hatori shifted, raising his head. He froze, finding her closer than anticipated. His breath stilled, eyes widening marginally. She wasn't…pulling away.

Her eyes shone from the light of the nearby candles, giving the brown a brightened earthy glow. Some loose strands of hair hung forward, lingering near his cheek. His nails caught in her tights as his fingers clenched- and he inhaled. He needed to pull away. Needed to stop. But the look on her face remained gentle and inviting. He couldn’t understand why.

Hatori’s heartbeat thundered in his ears like a roaring tide. He leaned forward-just a touch. Just to see. To know. Tohru didn’t scream or pull away. Her cheeks coloured red, mouth parting a touch. Those kind eyes flitted down to his thin lips.

That was what did it. His fingers rose up to her jaw- touch feather light, bridging the last of the distance between them. She inhaled, her lips feeling soft and pliant under his.

Something crashed down his veins and melted inside his stomach. Rapture and longing collided, hurting in an exquisite, visceral kind of way. Suddenly he was more aware than ever of his loneliness, his secret want of her. It caused his hands to tremble.

He felt her hesitant palm on his cheek, smoothing the long dark strands of his bangs aside. When he pulled away, eyes peeling open, he wished for the first time in a long while to have his full sight back. Tohru remained frozen with rosy cheeks, opening her mouth to say something-

Hatori retreated, standing. He walked over to his desk, facing away from her as he collected himself slowly. A fire churned in his gut, emotions pressing tight against the surface. He wanted so badly to embrace her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-” she murmured, voice wavering. She was hurt. He could tell.

“Don’t be. You have nothing to apologise for. I took advantage-”

“No, no you didn’t!” She burst, and he heard her stand. “Please don’t turn away…”

His fingers twitched at his hands, hands curling into loose fists that tightened until they shook. “You understand why we can’t do this, Tohru. Aside from the age gap-”

“M-my parents were far apart in age-”

“There’s also my…disposition. My fate,” he said with an air of grim finality.

Despite the curse being broken and the zodiac members free, he still felt fear. He still pictured history repeating itself. That she’d somehow be hurt again just like Kana. Perhaps he should be worried about losing another eye, but Hatori gladly would if it meant keeping her safe.

He heard quiet footsteps approach, and he turned to face her. A guarded look had entered his gaze, haunted with past terrors and agony.

He was afraid. Terrified of hurting her. The empty picture frame stood silent and empty as a grim reminder.

Tears swam in Tohru’s gaze, though he wasn’t sure why. She clasped her hands, perhaps to stop herself from touching him. “You said it before 'we don’t have to be alone to honour them.’ Things are different now…they’re not what they were a few years ago. No one’s going to punish you for being happy, Hatori. Not Akito, and not fate.”

That’s right, God had stepped down.

Looking to the future felt like an insurmountable task considering the past that still clung to his lonely room. Lingering in the backs of his eyes and resurfaced in his waking thoughts.

But then Tohru…

Tohru sometimes felt like she’d present a 'maybe.’ Maybe things wouldn’t go to hell with her. If he were just brave enough to take her hand then-

The sound of the phone ringing filled the room.

'It seems like the worst of the storm has passed. There is no longer a Red Weather Warning in effect, so you’ll all be pleased to know it’s clear to go outside again~ This has been your three o'clock weather report.’

Hatori stood outside on the porch, smoking as the radio droned on. He stared down at the empty picture frame in his hand, lost in memory once more as the snow fell. Tohru was busying herself cleaning, though he’d told her it wasn’t necessary.

Shigure and whoever else would come to take her home. The mischievous dog had been on the phone, cheerfully announcing that Hatsuharu had found a snow plough for who knows where.

No doubt the roads would be cleared soon. His heart constricted at the thought, though nothing touched his expression.

A soft touch had his eyes snapping down to his hand, where Tohru looked up at him. She gently grasped the picture frame, biting her lip, before looking away. She then summoned the courage to speak.

“I might have to go soon, but um…I wanted to say something.”

She paused, and he waited, hanging on the precipice of whatever she chose to do or say.

“Stop me if this is too forward, but I think…it’s time to get a different photo frame for your desk.” Tohru said, voice gentle. “You don’t have to throw this away of course. See it’s like if someone wanted to become extra special to me, I could never- never put their image in mom’s place. She’s important to me, and always will have a large part of my heart.”

Hatori felt it now, the pull toward her. His attention was magnetised, hearing attuned to her voice to pick up every soft inflection. Tohru smiled gently, no jealousy in her. “Just like Kana will always have a large part of yours.”

She took a breath. “But if…there was someone for me, I’d put them in a brand new frame. That way they’re not crumpling themselves to fit someone else’s space. I feel like I understand that a bit better now. Maybe I…don’t need to be afraid of marriage if I think of it like that.”

She really did understand. For a moment he contemplated her. He saw something radiant in her face, a kind of wiseness beyond her years that mingled with her naivete. “I see, eloquently put.” Violet eyes shifted over her slowly. “In that case, would you like to go shopping for photo frames together, Tohru?”

His hand hung loosely at his side near hers, fingers curling.

Her lips tilted up, stretching further into a breathtaking, radiant smile. “Yes! That would be wonderful,” she murmured, expression softening into something more hopeful and quiet. She released her grip on her hands and also let them hang lose, watching the snowfall. Slowly, as though fearful of rejection, she inched her knuckles closer.

Hatori’s gaze shifted down and giving in to the small ray of hope inside him, took her hand outright. He would follow her lead, he decided. She jumped a little and dipped her head shyly, threading their fingers together.

“Hatori…”

“Mn?”

Brunette hair slid over her shoulder, falling in soft waves as she shifted to look up at him. “I don’t think…friends are supposed to feel this way about each other.”

“No, probably not.” He somberly agreed, heart thudding as though he were a schoolboy.

Her brows pulled together slightly, and her hand squeezed his. “What do we do?”

For a long while, he didn’t reply. The snow fell gently, a silent witness to the quiet regard in Hatori’s eye, which was starting to become reserved only for her. “We’ll do this at our own pace. However, I wish you’d reconsider and think about being with a boy more your age.”

Tohru’s comforting eyes sparked with alarm, her mouth opening to perhaps voice an eloquent protest. It then clicked shut, and her heart took the lead in her words instead. “But I only want you, Hatori.”

He exhaled sharply, a fragile thing inside him anchoring itself to the warmth of her palm. He wasn’t sure if the universe would allow him happiness once more, but he trusted Tohru. However naive it was to hope- he wanted to believe in a future with her in it. He felt his body humming with life, the touch of her skin feeling more tangible the more warmth flooded him. Bringing her hand up- he pressed his lips to her knuckles ardently, breath shuddering over her skin.

“Then you have me.”

Outside, the snow slowly began to thaw.

End

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Golden: Part 1

Pairing: Skinwalker!Steve x Reader Summary: After a long day of work, you unwind in your bed and ramble at your dog (a golden retriever named Captain) who, like all non-sentient creatures, listens dutifully and without judgement. But everything isn’t as it seems. Warnings: Blood Word Count: ~1,558 A/N: This is the third Monster!Character one shot for Spooktober 2018! If you’d like to be tagged in other Spooktober stories like this one, check out this post! Send me Spooktober requests for Monster!Character fics you want to see! This request is from Ao3!

Masterlist // The Monster Series Collection // Part 2

By the time you walk in your front door and lock it behind you, you’re practically dead on your feet. The sound of nails clacking excitedly on the floor catches your attention, though, and a half second later a comet of golden fluff barrels around the corner. You can practically hear the cartoon screeching halt sound effect playing in your head as your dog- Captain- comes to an abrupt halt in front of you, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth in a big doggy grin.

You can’t help but smile at him as you slip off your heels, juggling them and your bag so you can scratch gently at his ears. “I’m home, bud. How was your day?” you ask him in your go-to doggy voice.

He can’t understand you, but he woofs quietly and pants happily as he trails you through the halls, close but not close enough to trip you up.

“That’s good,” you said agreeably, eye sparkling with amusement. You drop your bag off on the couch but don’t stop walking, marching tiredly towards your bedroom. You don’t pause except to throw your jacket towards the closet before you collapse into bed, blissful sigh leaving your lips.

The mattress bounces gently and you turn your head to look at Captain, who lays down next to you, just far enough away that his breath doesn’t reach you.

“You wanna hear about my day?” you ask him, knowing full well you’re going to regale him with tales, heedless of the fact that he won’t understand a word of it. He seems to enjoy the sound of your voice and you enjoy talking to a creature that can’t judge you.

But Captain gives you a big doggy smile and whuffs gently, so you take that as a yes.

“Well, Pierce was in a particularly bad mood. He had me running about the office all day after the coffee shop mixed up his order.” Captain whines softly so you absently reach over and scratch gently at his ears. “But then I went to the canteen on the bottom floor and that guy was there again,” you tell the golden retriever, eyes serious. As if sensing this is important, he stills, staring at you with brown eyes. “You remember, right? The one with the blond hair and the prettiest blue eyes ever?” Captain tilts his head to one side and blinks at you, and you frown. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t, would you? Anyway, he was working the register again and I finally managed to get a peek at his name tag. His name is Steve!” you say excitedly, not quite able to stop your voice from growing in volume.

Captain whines at the noise and you quickly scratch at his head and sooth him with long pets down his back. “Don’t be jealous, it looks ugly on you,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

This is apparently the wrong thing to do, though, because a second later Captain scoots forward and licks the entire side of your face.

“Captain, no! Erughk!” you exclaim, trying in vain to shove the mass of fluff and muscle off of you.

He does sit back down, though, mouth open, panting and undeniably happy.

You snort at him. “Glad you see it my way. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I brought home one more person to give you pets?” you ask, grinning when he woofs softly. “It’s settled, then,” you tell him. “I’ll ask him out tomorrow!”

Captain’s tail thumps against the mattress insistently, obviously excited because of your tone. Dogs could understand that much, at least.

You smile and crawl underneath the blankets, resolve settling deep in your chest. “Tomorrow, then. Better sleep so I can wake up early and plan my outfit extra carefully.”

Captain, of course, remains quiet as he settles in above the blankets, right next to you. Even through the blankets he’s like a heater and you think that maybe, with him around, you can put off turning the heat on until a little later into October.

“Goodnight, bud,” you mutter, falling asleep quickly. The only response you get is a sleepy snuffle, but you’ve already fallen into unconsciousness.

You don’t hear the howl echoing outside, waking Captain instantly, nor do you hear the low whine in his throat at the sound.

You awake with a screech, a vice-like pain in your arm snapping you into alertness immediately.

Captain was sitting on the bed, staring down at you, jowels tinged slightly pink with blood.

Your blood.

You scramble away from the golden, eyes wide with fear. Never in the time you’d owned him had he done anything violent towards any other living creature (not even your neighbor Ms. McGillucutty’s vicious minpin).

Blood seeps out of the bite and you clamp a hand around it, eager to staunch some of the bleeding.

You half expect Captain to attack again, but he simply stares at you, tail between his legs and head down, whining softly.

“What the fuck!” you cry out, not too loudly, afraid that you’ll startle him into biting again. “Shit,” you hiss, flinching as your arm throbs painfully. The door to the bathroom is open and you long to go in and clean the cut out, but Captain is between you and it and you’re afraid he’ll lunge if you make a move for it.

But then the sound of something cracking- it was a deep, wet sound, that had your stomach turning- makes you freeze.

It’s coming from Captain.

Maybe he was hurt and tried to wake you up, but couldn’t? Is there someone in your house? Was he trying to warn you?

A yelp of pain followed by even more cracking and Captain is shifting- but that doesn’t make any sense- and his hair and snout are receding and his eyes are changing colors and he’s growing broader and his claws are turning into nails and his feet are shortening and within a minute Steve- Steve from the sandwich shop- is sitting naked on your bed, eyes watering.

You’re so shocked that you don’t even flinch as he practically throws himself at you and sobs into your hair, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I had to. I didn’t want to, but we need your help and they didn’t trust that you’d help if I just asked. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“What are you?” you breathe, horror creeping into your voice. “Is this a dream?”

He doesn’t release you. If anything, he pulls you closer. “This isn’t a dream. I’m what humans call a skinwalker,” he admits quietly, voice ever so slightly muffled by your hair.

“You’re Captain,” you whisper, brain not processing the events of the last five minutes at all.

“Yes,” he answers immediately.

“And you’re Steve, from the canteen at work.”

“Yes,” he answers again, voice breaking.

“You bit me,” you mumble into the meat of his shoulder, mind painfully aware of the throbbing in your forearm. The pain is radiating outwards slowly and, deep in the back of your mind, a tiny voice shouts “infection” at you. “Why?”

“They asked me to turn you.” He finally moves back enough so that you can breathe freely. You stare numbly as he takes your hand gently in his and lifts it slowly, brow furrowing as he gives your arm an assessing stare.

Your gaze follows his and you’re shocked to see it’s already scabbed over, dried blood making it look worse that it actually is. “What the hell,” you breathe. “I’m fucking dreaming,” you whisper, light-headed. This was too weird. This couldn’t be real.

But Steve-Captain shakes his head, blond hair nearly falling into his eyes. “Not a dream. I’m sorry,” he says, blue eyes immeasurably sad.

“Turn me. Into a dog?” you whisper, tearing your eyes from your mostly-healed wound (which was still throbbing in a worryingly painful way) to stare at him.

Steve-Captain shakes his head slowly. If he hadn’t just bitten you, you might say he looks pitying, or even gentle. “A skinwalker. We won’t know for sure what you’ll turn into, but we’re guessing a cat or a dog. Maybe a parrot.”

“Why me?”

Steve-Captain frowns. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, but you should sleep for now. The transition is going to take a lot out of you.”

You should have said no. Should have shoved Steve-Captain from your bed and run away. Gotten in your car and driven as far and as fast as you could.

But the whispers of “safe. pack. sleep.” and hundreds of equally-comforting thoughts drift in the back of your mind, and your eyelids grow heavy without you realizing it.

You sink down into the sheets, not caring when Steve-Captain slides in next to you, one arm going around your waist while the other brings your wounded arm to his mouth, pink tongue darting out to clean the blood from your bite mark.

You fall asleep to the sight of tender blue eyes keeping watch over you, big arms shielding you from the world.

When you awake your bed seems larger and you blink and yawn, staring down at Steve-Captain, who’s his usual doggy self.

Maybe it was a dream after all.

You open your mouth to say good morning to him, but all that comes out is a long, plaintive meow.

Part 2

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