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TWICE: ANTHOLOGY OF HORROR ONE-SHOTS | "Auntie's Reminiscence" ft. NAYEON

Welcome to my new book that consists of one-shots under horror genre that features every TWICE members! If you are a ONCE and a fan of horror who loves to get spooked, give this series a try! Thank you and enjoy reading!

STORY #1: "Auntie's Reminiscence" ft. Im Nayeon

NOTE: Inspired from true events.

Im Nayeon joins along with her family to pay a visit on her Auntie Eunji’s home. She was willing to go for two reasons: one is because its their group’s vacation after taking a rest from both in their concert tour and current mini-album promotions. The second thing is simply because she cherish her Auntie and the place their about to go through with all her heart.

Her Auntie Eunji’s house in Incheon was her childhood home, and Auntie Eunji along with her husband and Nayeon’s Uncle Hajoon were the ones who stood up as Nayeon’s second parents and family when her mother had to work often after she and her father got divorced. The two had children, a perfect replacement to be the sibling figure for an only child like Nayeon.

That’s one of the reasons why her childhood wasn’t bad at all. She still has another family to grow up and to enjoy with. Sadly, not everything last long when Nayeon had to move back with her parents to Seoul after she got accepted to an Arts School there to study.

It’s been years since she last saw her Auntie Eunji and also her Uncle Hajoon. Although, sadly… despite how Nayeon was able to have another opportunity to catch up the lost times with her beloved auntie, it’s the opposite to tell for her uncle.

Her Uncle Hajoon passed away from diabetes months ago, and what’s worse was that she wasn’t able to attend the funeral because she was in the States preparing for their tour there at that time. She instead sent her deepest condolences to her family and especially to her Auntie Eunji who must be suffering the most.

The relationship between the two can be described as very strong and truly dedicated. Their love story was one of the best stories Nayeon has ever heard, and that was also the one who encouraged and put Nayeon into curiosity to know what is true love. No offense to her father and mother, but her young mimd grew up to idolize more the other couple.

She was just like among her family that mourned a lot for her Uncle Hajoon’s untimely passing, but it was undeniable that her Auntie Eunji was the one who suffered the most. Every day and night it would not be a circumstance that she won’t gonna cry in despair and grief realizing that her beloved husband will no longer be in her side forever.

Nayeon’s family reported to her that they also tried to console Auntie Eunji but it was then no effect for the grieving lady. Without any other choice, due to the struggle they had to call for a psychiatrist to help Auntie Eunji atleast have a progress on accepting the death of Hajoon.

And that’s what she’s currently experiencing, and along the days came where Nayeon is staying in her childhood home. She would then take a peek on her Auntie’s bedroom, and there she was, crying while either curled down on the bed or sitting while holding one of Hajoon’s things.

“Poor Auntie. I really wish she would finally let go of the pain and accept that Uncle’s truly gone. It may be hard for her but it’s the only way.” Nayeon whispered to herself while pouting at the sight of her devastated auntie.

But then one day, Nayeon’s wish seemed to be granted when while their family and relatives are having a lunch, her Auntie Eunji suddenly came down from her room and joined the meal, surprising every person present in the table. They know that it puts them into hard time urging her to join them for food.

“Eunji! Finally you decided to come eat with us!” Nayeon’s mother and the older sister of Eunji, Seoyeon, gladly welcomed her as she watched her approach the table. “How are you doing?”

“Oh you can’t believe what just happened last night!” Eunji said with an excited tone. Nayeon just stared at her Auntie having a strange enthusiasm right now which is hugely contrast to her daily shallow mood she has been always observing from her.

“What is it?”

She sat on the table and let one of her sons to pick some food and place it on her plate. “Hajoon came to see me last night!”

Nayeon spitted the water she was drinking after hearing those ridiculous words. Did she heard it right? It must be the same question that everyone sharing in the room with her right now would ask too.

How was it possible to have someone pay you a visit when… that person has been recently passed away? Nayeon just watched her Auntie Eunji in her wide grin after saying it.

“W-what did you just say?” Seoyeon asked. Everyone in the room was exchanging glances at each other and muttering something that is probably judging Eunji right now except for Nayeon who remained speechless. “How? W-what did he do?”

“He said he misses me that’s why he wanted to spend some more time with me by helping me get to sleep!”

Chills starting to take over in their skin until Nayeon’s mother stopped this immediately by acting very glad for her mentally unstable sister and some attempts to change the topic. Once she was done eating and fled the room, everyone sighed in relief and started to buzz out their reactions of what just happened.

Seoyeon then tried to convince everyone that it’s probably just a pleasant dream of Eunji in order to cope with the loss, exactly the same thing as what Nayeon is trying to convince herself to believe in. However, it didn’t take too long for another scenarios to come just to disprove and scrap their claims.

Days passes by, and more stories of her Aunt Eunji talking about her private times with Hajoon during the night continues for Nayeon to hear. She tries so hard to wear this mask of disguise that she’s happy for her Aunt being the same old self as she is, but deep down Nayeon is so conflicted at what she truly feels for her Auntie’s condition.

“Mom, this isn’t right. Something’s wrong with Auntie now.” Nayeon talks with her mom while cleaning the living room. “At first I would like to think that she’s imagining things but… the more she speaks about Uncle Hajoon makes it starting to hear that…”

“Nayeon, your Uncle Hajoon is dead. It’s not possible.” Seoyeon quickly cuts off her daughter’s words. “Ghosts may be real yet she probably try to plaster its image as her husband just so she can think that she was still not alone and she still has the man she loves with her. It’s as if she’s finding way to forget the tragedy that happened to her.”

“But mom… it wasn’t doing anything good at Auntie. Her mind is being corrupted with her thoughts, the people here are starting to get scared at her stories, including me.” Nayeon defended. “I just want to see Auntie happy, but in the right way. This has to stop and we have to do something about it before its too late.”

Seoyeon sighs and slowly nods at her wise daughter. “Fine, I’ll give it one more try. She’s my sister, I have to help when she still needs it even if she doesn’t mind it.”

Nayeon’s encounter later that night had her loose her composure and completely disregarded the convincing that her Auntie is still hallucinating manifested from the reminiscence of happy memories she’s doing to remember Hajoon.

She was walking through her room when she noticed that there are footsteps exiting on her Auntie Eunji’s room leading to the stairways that directs to the rooftop. It was very dark there and Nayeon wanted to follow it but her examining at the footsteps was enough for her to feel the creeps.

The footsteps are covered in mud, and it’s size is large. Nayeon hurried rushed down on the living room to stay with her cousins and wait for them to return back in their rooms to sleep.

That’s not where it ends though, Nayeon still has to have one more experience that she thinks it’s definitely one of the worst memories she ever had in her life.

As she was about to tell her Auntie Eunji to sleep after her loud laughs were echoing through the ground floor, Nayeon slowly checks out the barely shut door through its gap. It was dark, and Nayeon was about to knock when while she was opening the door, she couldn’t fathom what she’s witnessing in her naked eyes.

A tall skinny figure was kneeling beside of her Auntie Eunji who is laughing out loud. Nayeon couldn’t even describe what she’s looking at but one thing’s for certain: it’s inhuman.

In her panic, Nayeon hurriedly clicked the switch to turn the lights on, the figure was filed to be captured though as it disappeared from thin air. She shouted to call her helpless aunt. “AUNTIE!”

She was walking towards the side of the bed when her Auntie Eunji sat up and looked at her with ecstatic expression. She was smiling from ear to ear today.

“ Nayeon! You saw him, right? You saw your Uncle Hajoon, but sadly he said he has to go for now.” Her Auntie Eunji said. Nayeon just scoffed and shivered at the grip of her auntie in her arms.

“Don’t worry, dear. Your Uncle Hajoon says he’s gonna check for you somet-”

“STOOOOPPPP!!! JUST STOP IT PLEASE!” Nayeon suddenly screamed in mercy, making her Auntie scared and confused at the same time. “YOU’RE MAKING ME SCARED, AUNTIE! UNCLE HAJOON IS ALREADY DEAD, CAN’T YOU JUST MOVE ON ALREADY? HE’S NOT COMING BACK!”

“What’s going on here?” Her mother Seoyon along with boys came by at the room to check up on Nayeon after hearing her plead.

“How can you say something like that? You saw him too, Nayeon. Hajoon is alive and he said he’s staying with us. He did that for me!”

Nayeon couldn’t contain anymore the fear creeping up inside of her. She started to cry and hug her mother, while the rest just watched their Auntie Eunji still daydreaming about the times she and her husband used to share.

After recovering from her emotions, Nayeon tried to narrate what she just observed in Eunji’s room. Unfortunately, none of her mothers, relatives or her cousins seems to believe what she’s saying because they stand for the side that Nayeon is just being sucked up by her Auntie Eunji’s rare delusions.

She still tries to explore what could be the identity of that mysterious figure that she witnessed last night that distracts her really bad. Having it repeating inside her head was giving her massive discomfort.

Despite defending and in denial at Eunji’s stories, it doesn’t mean that they are tolerating it. They still want her old self to return and no more sink herself down from agony because it also affects them emotionally.

Nayeon and her family continues to search for ways to assist her Auntie Eunji but to no avail. She can admit that its beginning to make her lose her hope and feel pity a lot for her sake.

Her stress came to an end… but in a negative note when a month later, they watched their Auntie Eunji came out of the bathroom and proclaims “I’m pregnant, everyone! I’m having a baby with Hajoon!” while raising her pregnancy test.

Nayeon’s eyes largened in a mixture of terror, confusion, and shock at the announcement of her Auntie Eunji. Everything they have thought to be impossible seemed nonsense anymore because… they don’t even know what they should suppose to do about it in order to fix Eunji.

When she gave birth to her baby 9 months later, the doctors slowly handed it to Eunji. As she stares at the features of her son, there’s a part that she acknowleged initially after it piqued her interest.

“He has his father’s eyes” says Eunji as she continues to rock her baby on her arms. Her family, including the doctors, nurses, were all viewing from the door as they watch the wholesome moment of the pair while both horrified and concerned.

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NOTE: This story is inspired from a Filipino Spooktober 2023 entry by MilkyClear titled "Tito and Tita / Uncle And Auntie" and from the 1968 psychological horror classic film "Rosemary's Baby".

#twice nayeon #nayeon #im nayeon #twice fanfic #twice au #twice oneshots #twice horror #kpop au #kpop oneshots #kpop fanfic #horror #twice

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 21 -> CH 22

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Jack woke up the next day feeling lighter. He felt like the group session really helped him get some of the toxic thoughts out of his brain and all he had on his mind today was asking Y/n out on a proper date.

"Today's the day Ace. Eat up buddy because I'm going to have to drop you at home before I head out." Ace wasn't paying any attention to Jack as he was scarfing down his food. Jack made sure to clean the house up in the event Y/n actually took him up on the offer of a date. He showered and even put on cologne. He felt like he was a complete newbie, as if he never tried to go out of his way to impress anyone before. It had been a long time since he's had remotely romantic feelings for anyone who wasn't Cleo so he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He dropped Ace off at the house before stopping off and grabbing a few things with some helpful suggestions by her mom. When he walked into the clinic, there was a short older woman sitting at the desk with a huge smile.

"Hi sweetheart! Who might you be looking for?" Her nametag read Joy.

"Hi Joy, I'm looking for Y/n. I believe she's a nurse here." Joy smiled at Jack, face lighting up as she looked him up and down.

"You must be Jack Thurlow, the cute neighbor!" Once she spoke, two other women behind the desk paused.

"This is THE Jack?"

"Oh he's so much cuter than she described."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope all the things she's told you are good things because I kind of want to ask her on a date and I'm kind nervous she'll say no." Jack explained as the three started making noises of disbelief.

"I'll fire her if she says no! She's been swooning about you forever now and we've been pushing her to ask you out since you seemed a bit...slow on the punch." Joy rolled her eyes playfully and Jack nodded.

"I've been a bit out of it lately and busy with my house renovating but I have the time to completely dedicate my attention to just her." Jack explained but before the gaggle of ladies could say more, Y/n appear from the hallway with a chart in her hand. She froze.

"Jack?" She said his name like she was scared something had happened but Joy stood up.

"Shame on you for not telling us how pretty this man is!" Joy scolded Y/n and she blushed.

"Look Y/n, he brought you flowers. You know yellow roses are a friendship flower right?" One of the other nurses spoke up.

"Yeah but she expressed they were her favorite." Jack explained earning a smile from Y/n.

"I also brought you coffee." He added holding it up. The women made noises of awe and Y/n sighed.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back to work ladies. I can take it from here." Y/n shooed the ladies away and Joy sat with her chin resting on her hand.

"Oh honey I work right here." She smirked as Y/n walked around the desk and pulled Jack by his elbow towards the empty waiting room.

"Sorry, I would have texted you but I wanted to surprise you." Jack held out the coffee and Y/n took it.

"I usually don't like surprises but this is a really nice one. I like this one." She sipped the coffee and closed her eyes with a sign of enjoyment. Jack had kept the receipt from when Y/n had brought him coffee just to memorize what she liked for breakfast. He thought it would be a useful thing to know if she ever stayed the night but this worked too.

"I dropped Ace at the house and your mom's day nurse said you were here covering someone's shift so I figured I would bring you a mid-day pick me up." Jack held out the flowers to her.

"These aren't from mom's garden...she'll be devastated." Y/n joked.

"Yeah well I figured having her cut me some flowers first thing in the morning wouldn't show much effort on my part." Jack laughed.

"You came all this way to brighten my day just because I let Ace stay the night?" She smirked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually, I came all this way to see if maybe you would consider having dinner with me tonight? Your mom's nurse already said she didn't mind working a double." Y/n couldn't help the grin on her face. He had gone through a lot of trouble just to ask her to dinner.

"I work until 10:00 tonight-" Joy cleared her throat catching their attention.

"I'm sure we can get you out of here by 9:15...9:30 at the latest." Joy mouthed a solid DO IT! to Y/n and Jack chuckled.

"You don't have to agree to it but you told me to wait until my head was clear and I woke up today feeling like a new person. I felt lighter and excited for the future. I also couldn't stop thinking about you." Jack stepped in closer to Y/n trying to have a somewhat private exchange with Y/n while the others watched on.

"No pressure-"

"I would love to." She smiled at him taking the flowers and holding them to her chest.

"Really? Great." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets not wanting to seem fidgety with excitement.

"I'm going to stop home and shower after work but I'll text you once I'm walking over." Y/n she put her free hand on his chest and Jack nodded in understanding.

"It's a date." He said patting her hand as it slid down his chest. He made sure to stop off at the desk before leaving.

"Joy, you're a sweetheart and my new favorite person. Never change." He grinned making Y/n laugh as he walked away. The women immediately began to bombard Y/n about Jack the moment he was out of ear shot but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was enjoying the coffee and roses that he had brought her that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x Y/n #Glass Houses Series #Glass Houses #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #21/38

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fbfh · 1 year

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Tate Langdon dating hcs

wc: 1.4k

warnings/content: discussions of yandere behavior and how tate differs from that, general obsessive/codependant tendancies bc it's tate, optional creative arts!reader

pairing: Tate x gn reader (no pronouns/gendered descriptions)

a/n: tate is a babyboy who needs to be kissed on his forehead right fucking now yes I know what he did I'm not taking criticism on this. also I just posted this by accident and had to completely delete and reformat it so if you saw that no you didn't

EDIT: I finished coven and realized I used a gif of Kyle and Zoe instead of Tate and Violet which has now been fixed. I cannot keep these blonde boys straight.

Okay so I don’t even want call this a yandere fic bc this is just about Tate in the source material so I don’t want to label him a full out yandere

But like

He kind of is

The other reason I don’t necessarily want to give him the yandere label is bc most of the time (from what I’ve read at least) yanderes usually don’t have their darling’s best interest at heart/can be okay with them being hurt or in danger

That shit would NEVER fly with Tate

I wrote a whole drabble about this but I know a lot of people have said Tate would kill you so you can be in the house with him forever

Yandere!Tate, yes

Regular Tate?? Hell no!!

There’s an element of selflessness that Tate possesses that gives him an important distinction from the yandere archetype

Because a lot of times yanderes want their darlings all for themselves

They want to be their darling’s only one, which can manifest in very selfish motivations

But Tate?????

Tate cares about your feelings more than his

And he’s proved this by acting selflessly for your benefit over and over

Even when there is literally zero chance for him to get anything out of it

He doesn’t care

Because his motivations regarding you are genuinely selfless

You are his priority, point blank period

Because Tate is…. Very dedicated

The thing with him is that when he latches onto you

He’s on for eternity

Not just for life bc he’s kind of an immortal ghost

He’ll be with you until you decide you don’t want him there anymore

And even then

He’s still going to love you just as much as he does now forever

Like he’s really not one to halfass anything

Especially how he feels about someone

Because he usually either doesn’t give a fuck about them or cares too much

He cares too much about pleasing all the women in the house

He cares too much about trying to make Nora happy, gain her approval and praise

And then there’s you

He either doesn’t give a fuck about someone, cares too much, or in your case, might end up deeply obsessed with and dogmatically devoted to you

Which he is

Honestly all it took was a few days before his heart was in your hands

You probably didn’t even realize for a while just how into you he is

But by the time he’s openly confessing his love for you

By the time he’s telling you that he would never let anyone or anything hurt you

That he cares about your feelings more than his

That he’s never felt this way about someone before

You have a pretty good idea of where he’s at

He doesn’t hide his feelings from you after that, he doesn’t think he could if he tried

Tate is hopelessly devoted to you

There’s no other way to describe it

We know he’s clingy

We know he’s affectionate

We know he’s a switchy bottom with raging mommy issues

We’ve established that

And you could tell all of that since you met him

But when he really lays his heart at your feet

When he really finds himself fully committed to you

That’s when all that in theory becomes in practice

When days go by and he’s glued to your side the whole time

Even just lingering nearby while you’re brushing your teeth or making food

That’s when you realize that he really really just likes being your lapdog

He loves it

He loves when you give him casual affection, he loves when you rest your hand on his back or brush hair out of his eyes

And he fucking loves when you use him as a reward or break from other tasks you have to do

Every time your little study timer goes off, you drop what you’re doing and run right over to pull him in for a kiss

He’s already thrown his arms around you

You just make out for like ten minutes until you have to start studying again

If it’s not for something super important he absolutely will try to distract you by kissing your neck and squeezing your waist

If it is super important or a subject you struggle in, he’ll help you study

He doesn’t want to stop kissing you, but he will

Because he knows how important this is to you

So he’ll pull away and start reading you flashcards

And like

He’ll be happy to do it

He won’t complain or be upset

He won’t have anything else he’d rather be doing

Tate Langdon took “if he wanted to he would” and fucking ran with it

Oh my god

And god help you if you do anything artistic or creative

Because as soon as he finds out that you’re an artist or a writer or an actor or musician or singer or dancer or sewist

Or literally anything else

It will once again alter his brain chemistry

The second you start showing him your art or writing or songs

It fucking changes him

The weight and significance of the renaissance and every major artistic movement and cultural moment ever influenced by the arts is now residing in you

That’s how he feels

He takes one look at what you do and he gets it

He never really cared until now

But jesus fucking christ everything you do needs to be in a museum

Sometimes you see him just staring at your art or rereading your writing and poetry or flipping through your sketchbooks

Watching videos of you in musicals or plays or dance recitals

Because when he sees the world the way you do

Whatever medium that might be through

Everything makes sense

He understands it, and he feels understood

He feels like you’re talking to him through your art

He feels a sense of peace, tranquility

If you think he couldn’t put you up on an even higher pedestal

Surprise

Not only are you the greatest person in the world

But you’re also an artistic genius

There’s this deep sense of like

Privilege he feels to see everything you’re creating right now

Even just your diary entries, the way you shape words, the flow of your stream of consciousness is so beautiful

He watches you so much more closely now, seeing the way you dance in your everyday movements

The way you channel and portray characters so flawlessly when you’re telling him about your day and the drama that happened at school

He could spend days looking through the boxes and albums of photos you’ve taken

He probably has

Because there’s no way to be closer to you than taking in these organic, raw forms of passion and self expression

He can’t get enough of it

Tate is dedicated to you

Not only as your boyfriend

But as your number one fan

Even if you’re not as creative

He still believes you have the best taste of anyone he’s ever met hands down

The books you like, the shows and movies you watch together

Even your music taste

Tate hasn’t liked a single song that’s been released after 1994

Until you handed him a pair of headphones and said you think he’ll like this

You sat him down and listened to the entirety of the black parade by my chemical romance

The whole album

And it changed his whole worldview

Yet again, one move and you’ve altered his brain chemistry

Even with other stuff he wouldn’t normally like

He likes it because you like it

He’ll watch Love Island and 90 Day Fiance with you for hours and love every minute of it

He loves feeling close to you, he loves that you want to share things you enjoy with him

He especially loves after a while when you’re starting to get kind of sleepy

Because you look so soft and adorable like that

But also because he knows he can put his head in your lap and you’ll play with his hair

You’ll run your fingers through his soft hair and scratch his back

And he feels so close to you

Which is all he ever wants

It’s always going to be you you you

And right now, he has exactly what he wants

#tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon headcanons #ahs #ahs x reader #ahs headcanons #been listening to judas by lady gaga on repeat bc of him #i think he'd like that #hes totally the type to get really happy when you wear his shirts or if someone notices a hickey or if he gets a song stuck in your head #probably something by nirvana #but yeah general leaving his mark on you stuff????#makes him go awooga awooga

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el-ly-sha-give-no-f · 1 year

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Faith in love

Hakim Ziyech x wife!reader

" Your eyes always made me lose my attention, and I hope those eyes are also the ones who looking for me in a crowded room" "Don't worry love, with my eyes, you are the only person that I'll be searching for"

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warning: none just fluff and translate Dutch

Hakim shows me what real love means, from the first time we met til we married, he never slightly change the way he loves me, we constantly got lost in each other eyes and that's also the beginning of our love story.

It is not his conversation that keeps me entertained, but rather the way he looks at me and the curve of his lips makes me feel sustained, no words could ever tell him, and no action could express the way I feel about him. With him, my life is blessed

"Schatje! I'm home where are you?" I heard Hakim's voice echo around our house looking for me, no words can describe how exciting washing over me whenever he's back from training or other occasions.

"I'm in the kitchen Hakim!" I reply to his call while stirring soups in the pot that I cook for us.

I feel his pairs of arms snake around my waist and his soft breath behind my ear. "Hello sweetheart, smells good here," he said and kissed my temple.

"you talking about the food or me?" I ask him jokingly.

"oh, of course, the food" Hakim answer my question. I gasp playfully and slap his arm that resting around my waist. "Ouch!" he yelped. "I'm just joking baby, you smell ambrosial like usual y/n"

"yeah sure," I rolled my eyes and we both laughed. "how's your training?" I ask him as I turn off the kitchen stove and turn around only to greet him with his handsome and his gentle eyes.

Hakim smiles softly, "it was great, Mason as usual, made stupid jokes, and we all feel sorry for Ben, you should see his face....-"

Once again I got lost in his eyes, God, what the hell is this man doing to me?

"y/n? do you even listen to me? is there something on my face" he asks me rapid questions

" I just got lost in your eyes, your eyes always made me lose my attention, I hope those eyes are also the ones who looking for me in a crowded room"

"don't worry love, with my eyes, you are the only person that I'll be searching for" He stated and kissed my forehead.

Even though we've been together for many years, we still got flustered by each other words.

"oh baby, you blushing?" he teased me, and this time I slap his shoulder. "ow! stop hitting me, I know I'm a tough man" He laughs.

"shush, why don't you go shower, you smelly' I said while covering my nose.

"Oh, I see where it's going now, well, gonna go shower now, after we eat I want to take you somewhere" He loses the embrace and makes his way to take a shower.

"Where to?"

"that's for me to know and you to find out"

"Hakimmmmmmm tell meeeeee pleaseee" I whine

"Bla bla bla bla bla, I can't hear you" he teases while he put both of his hands on each of his ears.

we'll just wait I guess.

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After we finish eating, Hakim insisted on doing the dishes, and he ask me to dress up in something casual. Well, what my man said.

I finish dressing up, just, a white blouse, back jeans and high cut converse. Hakim helps me with tying my shoes, I swear he is so gentleman.

"Okay done, let's go, cmon' up up up" he helps me stand up.

we both walk to Hakim's car, and he helps me open the car door too, as I go in I said thank you, and he replies "my pleasure mjin prinses"

"so where we're going?" I ask him again, hopefully, I got an answer this time.

"as I said earlier, that's for me to know and you to find out"

"hate you.."

"no, you don't baby"

"eyes on the road Ziyech"

"don't pout, you look so cute, I can't focus on the road, all of my attention is on you!" he teases making me blush

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"I feel like I couldn't believe my eyes" I turn to look at him

"Why?" he asks and I reply "Hakim Ziyech! you bring me to my favourite place!" I grabbed his hand and bring him inside my favourite bookstore, I can hear him laughing at my excitement.

Well, I can't help myself, the smell of the bookstore just makes the ambience more chilling, I will always catch my eye on classic books, even Hakim knows that classic is my favourite genre of all time.

"Hi Mr and Mrs Ziyech" Mrs Michelle a middle-aged lady that owns this bookstore, she knows me and Hakim cause, we both always come here when I finish my book and If I want to buy a new book, Hakim will wait for me or talk with Michelle while me busy searching for books that I been looking for.

She greeted us and we greeted her back

"Are there any new arrivals for classic books?" I ask her

"Oh yeah, there are, you can check on the new arrivals section sweetheart," she tells me and I giggle and quickly go to the section as l release from Hakim's gripped

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"she never changes eh? always energetic" Mrs Michelle said while Hakim sat on the chair beside the cashier counter. Hakim that was on his phone earlier, stop, when he heard Mrs Michelle asking him about his wife.

"of course, she will never change" Hakim smiled softly while thinking about his wife.

silent ringing in Hakim's ears, there were just 3 of them in the bookstore, no other customers besides their two, but y/n was nowhere found anymore.

"How's life son?" she asks Hakim.

"It's great, but the training makes me a little bit tired, but otherwise it's okay" Hakim replied to her question. Of course, Mrs Michelle knows that he is an infamous footballer from the start. So there's no problem between the two of them.

"That's great to hear, but I hope you'll find your wife soon, I don't think she remembers that you're here," she said and we both laughing

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"Hello, I'm back" y/n back carrying 4 books in her hand.

"you got a lot this time Schatje" Hakim said quickly standing up from where he sit, and helping y/n carry the books from her hand.

"Those are the only books that caught my eye" y/n replied with a smile drawn on her face

"Whatever you want my love" Hakim put the book on top of the counter and took out his wallet from his pocket jeans. "how much Mrs Michelle?"

"No hakim," y/n told him to not pay for her books

"no, what?" he confusedly looked at his girl.

"I can pay it myself Hakim," y/n said to him while taking out her credit card from her purse.

"No no no no love, I'll pay for it!"

"Hakim! I'll pay for it!"

both of them argue about who's gonna pay for about 5 minutes until...

"Okay, we do this way, how about you guys do rock, paper, scissors?" They both stop arguing and agree on Mrs Michelle's suggestion.

they decided to play 3 rounds, y/n won the first round, the second round Hakim won and the last round.......

y/n lose when hakim decides to defeat y/n with scissors.

"YES! I'll PAY FOR IT WOOHOO!" Hakim celebrates before giving his credit card to Mrs Michelle. But y/n on the other side pouted and caught Hakim's attention before him laughing.

"Don't pout sweetheart!" he said to her and pinch his girl's cheek.

"you guys are so cute," the owner other the bookstore said as she give Hakim's credit card back.

Both of us smile at her. "bye bye Mrs Michelle, see you soon" me and hakim said goodbye to her before exiting the bookstore and going to Hakim's car. Then we decided to go back home.

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"Y/n, you need to realize that we are together, we live in the same house, and we're even married, so stop feeling guilty when you spend my money, I don't care, spend how much you want, you know why? cause my money is your money too, understand?"

"but-" y/n doesn't even finish her sentences yet got cut off by her husband.

"I don't accept no, but, why, ifs, maybe" Hakim warn her

"Okay, I understand and Hakim..."

hakim hummed signalling for y/n to continue while his eyes focused on the road.

"thank you"

"my pleasure mjin prinses" he smiles softly

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mjin prinses : my princess

schatje : sweetheart

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THE DEFENDER

Ney’ite Sully is a sweet, kind, caring thing like her twin brother neteyam. Her and neteyam have this bond that nobody can describe or understand.

Ney’ite Pov:

I just got back home from my friend Lawe helping him with some documents, I was exhausted and drained from all the paperwork I was doing.

When I got back home, I thought my sibling were going to be asleep because it was way passed eclipse, so I also knew my parents were going to be upset for not getting home at the right time.

I walked inside seeing my dad pasting back and forth and my mom cutting fruit angrily while my sibling siting in the corner looking scared.

“Where were you” my dad said while I walked inside the hunt. “At Lawes” I said tiredly and looking down. “You know I said I don't like that boy and you’re supposed to be back before eclipse” my dad said angrily. “I know but I had to help him finish paper work so he didn't have to do it tomorr-“I said being cut off by my mother. “We DON’T care about him Ney’ite” said my mom, -“you were supposed to be back before eclipse, it’s pitch black outside and you didn’t come home at the right time” my mother said almost waking up the whole clan.

I had tears in my eyes but I hold them back the best I could so I wouldn’t cry Infront of my family.

“I’m sorry” I said

“Just go” my father said making me feel useless and unworthy

So with that I left to go to bed while my sibling were still worried about me.

Neteyam Pov:

My twin sister hasn’t come back yet, and I am worried, I can see the rest of my family is also worried especially my parents.

When Ney’ite came home she looked exhausted. But my parents started to yell at her which made me kind of sad as well.

When they told her to go, I felt useless and unworthy

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NEXT MORNING

Ney’ite Pov:

I woke a little late because of all the work I did, but my father woke me up telling me I had training

I was also trying to doge Lawe because I didn't want my parents upset

I got up and did my training which took 2 hours, so I was mad tired

I left the training center and went to see my siblings because I didn’t talk to them yesterday. So, I’m walking towards my house where my parents and sibling are.

My sibling is outside of the hunt while my parents are inside.

“BOO” I said scaring my siblings

“AHHHHHH” all my sibling said, my parents looking towards us and I’m laughing my ass off

“Bro why would you do that” lo’ok said almost dead

“Because I wanted to” about to sit down next to kiri and Neteyam who smacked my head

“OWWW” I said

“That’s what you get” they said then we all started to talk about our days and played games until our parent had called us.

“KIDS” my dad said

We all got up to go inside our hunt to see what our parents wanted.

“Yes” we all said

“It’s time for dinner, go wash your hand” my mother said making our food

So, with that we went to got wash our hand and lo’ak was taking forever

“Hurry up asshole” I said

“language” my dad said strictly making me almost pee on myself

“You see, dad how rude she treats me” lo’ak said making me and the rest of my sibling chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” my dad said not trying to laugh.

We all sat down and ate our food.

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NEXT DAY

Ney’ite Pov:

I woke up knowing today was the day me, my mom and dad, and brothers must get weapons off the train.

Still trying to dodge Lawe

I got up and went towards my ikran that was near lo’ak and neteyam

“Wassup motherfuckers” I said

“Wassup asshole” said lo’ok “” Hey” said neteyam

“Ya’ll ready” I asked them “Yea” said both while my parents coming toward us

“You guys ready” my dad said “Yes sir” me and my brother said

“You guys are going to spot and that’s all, don’t go on ground” my dad said

“Okay” me and my brother said

“Alright let’s go” My dad said giving us a comfort look

Our mom came up to us giving us a kiss on the forehead and told us to be safe.

TIME PASSED AT THE TRAIN INTERVENTION:

Ney’ite was looking around to make sure everything was okay

She shot a bow toward a plane that was going her mother’s way

“Good job baby girl,” said her dad

“Thanks” she said

Now she was going to see if she can look for her brothers, which she couldn’t find

So, she calls her dad who is looking and making sure everyone is okay

“Sir I can’t find Lo’ak and Neteyam” she said

“Okay just stay up there I will find them” Said her dad “Alright’’ Ney’ite said

Knowing damn well she wasn’t going to listen to her dad, so she went to the ground look for her brothers which she found

“YO” she said screaming at her brothers

“What are yall doing down here, were supposed to be spotters” she said looking at her brothers

“And why do you have a gun in your hand you don’t know how to use it” she said

“That what I said” Her twin brother said

BEEP

“There’s are ship coming north move NOW” said one of the na’vis

Ney’ite grabs her brothers pulling them to safety but out of nowhere she being to fly and hit the ground.

Jake POV:

I got a call from my daughter saying she couldn’t find her brothers, so I told her to stay in the sky knowing damn well she wasn’t going to listen.

I was watching on the ground trying to find my two badass sons, which I found so I kept an eye on them to make sure they were safe.

A couple seconds later I seen my daughter yelling at her brothers and trying to pull them away, but another aircraft came, and I never been more scared for my life.

I ran to find my children, but I only found my youngest sun lo’ak

“Are you okay” I said turning my son over to check him “Where are your siblings” I said,

He didn’t answer “Where are your sibling’s boy” I said getting a little angrier, he pointed to the direction, and I went looking for my twins

“Neteyam are you okay” I said while checking him “What were you thinking boy” “Sorry sir” he said while I put him on my shoulder lifting him up and went to lo’ak

“Get out of here” I said to my sons while going back to look for my daughter

“NEY’ITE” I yelled but didn’t hear anything

“NEY’ITE” I yelled again, and I heard her

“PAPA HELP” she yelled making me panic

That’s when I saw her underneath concrete

“It’s okay baby girl I’m going to get you out, stay clam for me okay” I said hoping she will stay clam “okay” I heard her say

Then I lifted the concrete, which was pretty easy, and lifted her in my arms

“It’s okay baby girl” I said making her clam down “It’s okay” I said one last time, and then lifted her up to but her on my Ikran.

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NEW CHAPTER NOW ONLINE on AO3

I hope you all had a nice Christmas.

We've actually arrived at episode 5x11. And we will stay there for the next chapters. The episode doesn't just last one day.

Then to the current status. Chapter 31 is completed. And there are now 161.000 words. The last chapter turned out completely different than originally planned. But I like it :) Sometimes I get carried away while writing and Tim and Lucy take on a life of their own. And besides, everything always takes longer as expected. Then one planned chapter suddenly turns into three. But what's the point?

Then many thanks again to @himynameiscookies. I really love it when I get the chapters back from her corrected. She is a big part in writting the story. And does wonderful work.

Sneak Peak:

Unfortunately, Sunday flies by far too quickly.

They wake up almost at the same time in the morning, and Kojo's ears must be very good, as they soon hear a distinct whine at the door. They spontaneously decide to take Kojo for a walk together and to pick up some fresh baked goods from the bakery on the way back. Tim whips up scrambled eggs with bacon. Kojo gets a generous portion of it, and they share the remainder, using a plate and two forks. They also enjoy bread rolls with butter, along with coffee and kisses.

After breakfast, they embark on their hiking trip, with Tim taking the wheel, as usual. Tim always drives, which Lucy chalks up to it being a man thing. Regardless, Tim's private life mirrors his work life. Lucy sits in the passenger seat, a routine she's become so accustomed to that it doesn't even register anymore.

The hike is another wonderful trail in the mountains of Los Angeles. They relish their time together - engaging in conversations, savoring the mountainous quiet, basking in each other's company, reveling in closeness, and appreciating the freedom of being unobserved.

They could talk for hours without running out of things to say. They could be silent for hours without it becoming uncomfortable. It's all easy. It's carefree. It's as if they've been together forever.

They get back to Tim's house in the late afternoon. Kojo is so exhausted, he simply marches from the truck straight through the front door to his dog bed and immediately closes his eyes. They decide to order food because neither of them feels like cooking. It's still a bit early to eat, but they had only packed a small snack for their hiking.

Tim has just placed an order through the app on his phone when Tamara sends a text to Lucy. The message states that she will be staying with her friend at college. The one with the roommate who often drives to her boyfriend's house. So, she gets the now empty bed. This means that Tamara can avoid the traffic in the morning and sleep almost an hour longer. Tamara describes it as an offer that you can't refuse.

The news feels a little bit like winning the lottery for Lucy and Tim. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world and as if they had done this countless times before, it's only logical that Lucy spends the night at Tim's again.

They spend the evening much like the previous one, watching a movie. However, this time they start earlier because they both have work the next day. Lucy needs to wake up early to drive back to her apartment in the morning. The second night wasn't initially planned, and she'll need fresh clothes, but that doesn't bother her at all. She's happy to rise earlier if it means she gets to spend more time with Tim.

And the evening ends just like the previous one. With a lot of kissing, getting to know each other’s bodies and making out without anything else happening. Just like the night before. They drift off to sleep once more, arms entwined, only Lucy to be jolted awake by her phone alarm the next morning. It feels too early, too abrupt. The weekend, that precious time when they could simply be together without any obligations, has come to an end. The routine of everyday life has resumed.

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welcome-to-the-end-of-eras · 2 months

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Live Reading: The Mars House by Natasha Pulley

Some initial (spoiler-free) observations for now:

1.) desperately missing the style of publication from twofs and tbs, book covers that come off are my biggest opp

2.) Edward Cullen lookin ass cover I kinda love it

3.) absolutely love the fact that The Bedlam Stacks is officially part of the Watchmaker series even though Mori is in like 3 scenes, he’s so powerful

Off the bat, it's really interesting to see the way January interacts with what is our present like it's something ancient. The way he describes the "ruins" of London and various places around that people today may even live in, as if it's centuries old. Idk what year this takes place in but I feel like it's going to be like 2030 or some shit lmao

I already read the leaked chapter so I'm just going to skip it, all in all though I like January so far. He's a little less...I don't want to say compelling, but he doesn't have as much of a distinctive personality off the bat as Valery or even Flint, but I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. Plus he's like. Actively in crisis, so I'm going to give him a pass

He does have the gen Z tendency for nihilism tho, moreso than the other mc's, and I really like it

Oh wait no he's not even gen Z he's like. Gen Theta??? This is farther into the future than I thought, which is good bc it was a lil depressing to think it was this close to the present and everything was flooded (I mean we're still boned but I was expecting the time period to be like. A very likely 2027 or something.)

I honestly really like the way January isn't content with the small things in his life that make him miserable like the other mc's. He's a Complainer. He's literally me-

"It was fine as icing sugar." ??? Girl are we getting some freaky future ghost shit again??? Please???

I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T-

MORI AND DAUGHTER??? I'M GOING TO PASS AWAY-

I will be crying about this forever

Six taking over the shop but keeping her dad's name attatched...BEING CANON??? We STAY winning

"There are moments when you come so close to another future you can taste the air in the courtroom." GIRL SHUT THE FUCK UP RESPECTFULLY I'M ABOUT TO START SCREAMING-

Wait these exoskeleton things sound cool as fuck, I wonder how hard it would be to make one for cosplay purposes??? Probably pretty tricky (and knowing myself I would never finish it) but it still seems really fun to make

Damn he's really scared of not wearing that thing, my poor baby :((( ugh I really do like him a lot so far

Ohhh wait I thought wearing the suit was to protect him, not to protect others??? I misread

But he's still really that scared of hurting anyone else :((( he's my baby I've decided

I feel like I'm not going to like Gale much off the bat bc they're going to be rude to him, but I'm sure I'll grow to like them more. I mean I didn't much care for Shenkov off the bat but I adore him now so

Not to get Prentious-English-Major-y, but it seems like a running theme in this book is getting over the shame of taking up space in the world. January is constantly being reminded that he needs to stay in his place and not cause trouble for others, and it's so engrained into him that he can't help but panic over a simple mistake that could've been corrected with a gentle warning. But it also wasn't a gentle warning; the guy in the elevator fucking yelled at him!!! Immediately!!! I get the notion that it was a matter of safety for him, but January was far away from and couldn't have possibly hurt him, and he still yelled. Coming from the lense of a queer man, it's very reflective of the homophobic idea that queer people can't even be trusted in public because they're "sexual deviants" and the like, or even going back to the 80s when people thought that AIDS was transmitted through just skin-to-skin contact. Idk. Food for thought.

Honestly??? The way his thoughts keep circling back to the way everyone was horrified of him on the elevator is the most accurate way I've ever seen someone describe anxiety attacks

What tf is up with the pink elephants??? New tattoo idea just dropped???

Ooo interesting monetary system for the trains. I went into Boston to get my copy and they started doing a similar thing on the green line (the only train system that runs above ground, so they can't really stop people from not paying to get on) and it kind of reminds me of that. It's definitely not that similar, but it's enough that I made the connection

Creepy Government Programs Meant To Completely Cripple Minorities Just So They Can Access Slightly Worse Basic Rights They Should Already Have...totally not realistic...haha...not at all...

Only a year??? January...buddy...you've been here for 600 days...

Oh wait no I just looked it up, a year on Mars is actually about 687 days, nvm, fuck me I guess

The whole conundrum of naturalizing vs just using the cage is vvv interesting, and is also reminiscent of the way disabled people are encouraged by society (and warned by medical professionals) to undergo drastic surgeries to cure their disability

Damn so going on the train cost him a half hour of work??? That's kinda nuts. Although if it's a longer distance train it's not as bad, but it seems like it just went from one part of the city to the other

Oh??? Hello??? He has a crush on his boss??? Honestly she sounds like a milf I don't blame him-

I feel like the release button of his suit being over his heart is going to be important and dramatic and it's going to make me cry

Idk how to word this properly but like. January being motivated to eat more and train for ballet again bc he's just overall happier with Gale may just (happily) destroy me, the same way tlfop describes Thaniel getting a lot stronger over the course of four years bc he's eating more and started boxing and that, but I feel like it'll be different bc him being married to Gale will offer him the privilege to do that kind of thing while others aren't awarded the freedom

The group physical therapy before work is kinda nuts, we should honestly do that at my job too

Honestly the way they're describing these work suits is kind of a serve, especially with the cool skeleton lookin thing around it, that would make such a fun cosplay

Senator Gale in the mix too!!! Vvv excited, even though I know January is going to do some fuckshit on tv with them

I KNOW January is pretty af I know it in my soul

"Great power to be had from ogling." I'm love Val sm-

Love that she included how to pronounce Mx bc it always throws me for a loop. Also...McWang??? Girl-

I really do not know what I expected from the woman who managed to get the word "octopussy" in three of her books

"...so that he wouldn't think about how much he would have loved to see someone shove Audrey bloody Gale off a cooling tower." DAWG-

He really fuckin hates them wow, their public persona must suck

Oh also random thought I forgot to include a bit earlier, but is it like. Genuinely illegal to assume people's gender in this society??? That's kinda based actually. Fox News would have a field day. "ThIs Is CoNfIrMaTiOn Of ThE fUtUrE tHeSe LiBeRaLs ArE lOoKiNg FoR." Ugh I hope someone shows them, that would be fucking hilarious (obviously no one should tho bc I sincerely believe there are some idiotic people who would start sending Natasha death threats over it and I don't want that).

"...and do everyone a favour by turning immediately into goo." Jesus fucking Christ dude-

I hope January beats the shit out of some of these people I really do-

Hehe puffweens

Ooo the Mars citizens fashion seems fun

"Thirteen year olds were, of course, terrifying monsters..." thirteen year olds are extremely lame when you get to know them but I do get the anxiety (I say as someone who worked with them for over 5 years)

He doesn't want to scare anyone :(((

First he's comparing Gale to the devil, and now he's saying they look like a god??? Make up your mind dude

"He followed the news like a bloodhound when it came to Gale." My good bitch you are so definitely into them-

The fact that Val has to bribe January with chocolate to not throw a brick at Gale is so...I'm love them so much

#apparently there's a character limit now??? so I'll do a part two ig

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triforce-of-mischief · 1 year

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The Devil's Earthly Nightmares

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Words: 720

Summary: Wake, who has a not-so-friendly rivalry with seagulls, tries to warn the others about the evil birds.

AO3

AU belongs to @ezdotjpg/@bonus-links, go check them out!

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Slate whirls around, retaining his place at the front of the group as he walks backwards and signs at the same time. ‘We’re getting close to Lurelin Village.’

A collective sigh of relief comes from the others. They’ve been hiking through Faron Woods for hours now, in all of its muggy, humid glory.

“How can you tell?” Loft asks as he rubs a mostly-dry cloth over his beetle to keep its wings from rusting.

‘I know my Hyrule like the back of my hand. Also,’ he points at the sky, where they can make out a few wheeling birds above the tropical trees. ‘There’s seagulls. They live by the sea so if you see some, you’re probably near the ocean.’

“Seagulls live wherever the hell they want,” Wake grumbles. “They could live in your house if they wanted to. You’re just lucky they don’t.” The group goes silent for a moment, and he realizes that he’s getting some weird looks. “Look, it’s true. Those beasts will be territorial wherever they please. Right now it just happens to be the ocean, so Slate’s right. I’d rather not get anywhere near seagulls but I’m willing to put up with them if I get to see the ocean again.”

‘Riiiight,’ Slate signs, drawing out the movements. ‘In any case, we should be leaving the jungle any minute now and then we’ll have a clear shot to Lurelin.’

Wake sighs, knowing that there will soon be no cover between them and the seagulls.

****

Mask is engaged in a full-on stare down with a small flock of seagulls. The birds are perched along the edge of the roof of Kiana’s house, beady eyes laser-focused on the hylians below. Most of the heroes pretend to ignore the seagulls, huddled around the cooking pot and hunched protectively over their plates of paella. Mask, however, continues to dance with danger. Spirit raises his hands and Mask looks away from the seagulls for a moment to see the other’s words.

‘All they want is your food,’ Spirit signs, then thoughtfully looks down at the shrimp on his plate. ‘Maybe they’ll leave us alone with we just give them some.’

“Absolutely not,” Wake says before they can act on that terrifyingly bad idea. “They’ll take a few fingers and your firstborn child if you let them. They’re not picky.”

One seagull lets out a keening cry that would almost sound pitiful to the untrained ear. The younger heroes look at Wake, horror plain on their faces. They look up at the seagulls, then back to Wake again.

“Don’t fall for their tricks is what I’m saying. And keep an eye on your food. They’ll steal it from clean under you once they realize you won’t give it up willingly,” the pirate warns.

They return to their dinner, extra cautious of airborne thieves.

****

Wake peeks through the blinds, shamelessly spying on the others from the safety of his inn room. Mage, Mini, and Mirror are gathered around one of the benches and watching the ocean sunset with a few… friends.

A seagull perches on Mage’s shoulder, nibbling on his dangly earrings. The man doesn’t seem bothered, instead reaching up to scratch its head with what could almost be described as a wistful expression. Mini sits cross-legged on the sandy grass, stroking a seagull that lounges catlike on his lap. Wake is pretty sure that the kid’s eyes are even larger than normal, hinting at gleeful awe. A third seagull stands a few arm-lengths away from Mirror and takes a step away every time he tries to scoot closer, hand outstretched in an attempt to placate the bird.

“Did you know that seagulls mate for life?” Mage says quietly, gently guiding his seagull away from his glasses. “Once they meet that special someone, they keep that connection forever.”

“Seagulls are incapable of love,” Wake hisses, louder than he meant to.

Mage raises an eyebrow.

Well. Wake started another rant, he might as well finish. “The only thing they are committed to is chaos. Do not trust them with your heart,” he says.

Mage nods sagely.

The seagull that Mirror has been pursuing suddenly looks up, directly at Wake. The pirate quickly ducks under the window, safely out of sight.

Wake can’t keep them all safe from the seagulls, but at least he knows better.

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dutifullyshamelessearthquake · 26 days

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warning Cyno ramblings im sorry 😭

what are your thoughts on a scenario where it’s all of 4ggravate out and about or together and in some situation and the first person to realize Cyno is coming down with something is kaveh or alhaitham 👀. Like maybe Tighnari isn’t there yet…ooor maybe the three of them are out and are heading back to Tighnari later. Really anything works, just that Cyno is with his two friends…but not Tighnari at first. Maybe it’s not even a stomach sickness (or maybe it is 🤭) but maybe he’s just…droopy? Coming down with a bad cold. Fever, achey, not eating anything. But he’s not with nari. And we know how cyno is about appearances at this point. How would he handle waiting it out until nari is able to rejoin them? How would Kaveh and Alhaitham react? Is Tighnari protective over cyno once he is able to get him comfortable? Are Kaveh and Alhaitham surprised by the change from stoic “I’m fine just tired” Cyno too “nari plz lay down with me 🥺” Cyno? How does Cyno communicate he wants to go back to nari without coming off as weak?? What’s the breaking point?

and if he DOES have a stomach bug or food poisoning or is just generally nauseous and not eating, (or having frequent bathroom trips) I feel like that would complicate things even further. Maybe Tighnari is the one out and the three of them are at Cyno and naris house. He has the safety of being in his own home, and the other two are bickering (flirting) enough that he can kinda hide how much his stomach hurts, how close he feels to gagging…but not forever? Maybe he doesn’t throw up but eventually caves and hides in his room?(hugging the little fox none the less) But the embarrassment?? The frustration?? And ofc Kaveh and Alhaitham would surely have no idea how to proceed forward…or would they!! Idk! So many options

Don't apologise!! Cyno ramblings are welcome 24/7, in fact, they are encouraged! I love reading them!

Also hold up that is a very interesting concept to play with 👀 I love that omg wait no, I love that, there's so many possibilities with this!!

(I wasn't planning on putting a "read more" cut in but. This got out of hand. I'm sorry I took this idea and I ran with it.)

Just imagining, they're all going out together, and maybe Tighnari got caught up with some sort of responsibility beforehand, so he agrees to meet up with them later. Immediately Cyno is unusually,,, disappointed that Tighnari isn't going to be there from the get go. Like yeah it makes sense, Tighnari is his partner and he wants him there, otherwise he's gonna essentially be third-wheeling with Kaveh and Alhaitham. But it's not the end of the world, and he likes hanging out with Kaveh and Alhaitham, so his sudden unhappiness that Nari can't be there is definitely a little out of proportion.

I also LOVE that idea of it not being like a crazy stomach bug (at least from the get go... I can't help myself, he'll definitely get sicker later 👀) but he's just, as you described it, droopy. It's hard to pinpoint from an outside perspective if anything is actually wrong, because he's just got his walls up all the way. I could see Kaveh especially maybe being a lil' suspicious that something's wrong, but for the most part, Cyno is determinedly putting up appearances. But the tiny signs are there. He's not touching his food. He's not getting a kick out of Kaveh and Alhaitham's needless bickering. He hasn't cracked one bad joke all day. And yeah, Cyno's typically kind of quiet, but he's really really quiet.

I can't decide what I like more, the idea of Cyno just... reaching a breaking point and beginning to show small signs that he really wants Nari? Or Cyno holding out and just melting when Tighnari shows up?

Combine them, actually. He's slowly nearing a breaking point, but Tighnari does show up before he finally melts.

The signs start getting more obvious. He's finding places to sit down frequently. Like every time they stop for something, immediately Cyno finds a spot to sit down. The bathroom trips begin. He's excusing himself to the bathroom again and Kavehs like "?? I could've sworn he just went five minutes ago. ...and ten minutes before that." Cyno's checking the time repeatedly. Zoning out. He's keeping up appearances, but over all just looks... pale and tired.

Tighnari shows up. He holds his arms out for a hug because that's how he always greets Cyno, and Cyno immediately walks into Nari's arms and just... melts. Sinks into his embrace and hug Nari back tightly and bury his face in Nari's shoulder, and Tighnari's immediately like "okay, woah, you're seeking out touch, something's wrong" and then he hugs Cyno back and Cyno is warm in his arms.

Cyno doesn't even have to say anything before Tighnari is gently cupping his face and asking him "Do you want us to go home?" And Cyno just gives a small desperate nod because he's starting to really really not feel well and he wants to lie down and be alone.

Despite how well they know Cyno I can see Kaveh and Alhaitham's jaws being on the floor because holy crap that was a complete switch in Cyno's behaviour, but also?? Suddenly something is very visibly wrong, even though he's been acting almost completely fine?? Cyno proves yet again, he is excellent at putting on a front.

Bonus points if Cyno's body just gives in the moment he gets home and soon enough he's throwing up and crying and just having a really really bad time.

The second idea is also really good!! They're all at Cyno and Tighnari's place when Cyno starts to get sick, but he's hiding it completely. And he's managing, because he's in the comfort of his own home and Kaveh and Alhaitham are sufficiently distracted, but he just keeps getting worse. Maybe it does eventually lead to a point where he wants to hide away in his room, but now his absence is getting obvious. Maybe he's a teeny bit more comfortable about being vulnerable here, because he's in the comfort and privacy of his own home, so Kaveh and Alhaitham get to see a smidgen of his more vulnerable side. He doesn't admit how sick he feels, he's just brushing it off as he's really tired and going to lie down. But this sets off alarm bells because this is Cyno, if he's going to lie down in his room while they're over, something's gotta be really wrong. Maybe they text or even call Tighnari and is like "hey so maybe you should get over here, we think something might be wrong with Cyno?"

I also, I get older brother energy from Kaveh, I feel like he'd mother-hen Cyno a bit if he caught on that something was actually really wrong.

Also holy crap this post is getting out of hand I should stop rambling, but I'm likely gonna come back to these ideas because as you can see, the inspiration has been AWOKEN-

#earthquake author's note #earthquake rambles #sickfic #genshin sickfic #genshin emeto #emeto #nausea #sickfic headcanons #sickfic prompts #sick cyno

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DALLAS LIU SEES YOUR TIKTOK THIRST-TRAP EDITS OF HIM

Dallas Liu may be playing the Zuko in Netflix’s live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but you won’t catch him with the Fire Nation prince’s restrictive, gravity-defying ponytail in real life.

“I would never, ever out of my own personal choice rock the ponytail. It’s a haircut that not even cosplayers are willing to take on,” he tells NYLON. “I can gladly say that I would not recommend it to anyone.” But the 22-year-old actor does admit to what fans of the original animated series have known since the show debuted back in 2015: “The ponytail does look super badass on screen.”

Liu says he knew the challenge of bringing such a beloved character to life, but not only did he grow up watching the animated series and loving the Fire Nation prince for his fierce loyalty, but the show inspired him to start practicing martial arts. Ahead, Liu takes on the NYLON 19, revealing his thoughts on ghosts (or “spirits,” as he prefers to call them), TikTok thirst-trap edits of himself, and more.

1. WHAT’S YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN (AND DO YOU BELIEVE IN IT)?

I am a Leo! Unfortunately, I don’t believe in it because of my experience meeting people with the same birthday, but us being different personality-wise.

2. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS (AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ONE)?

Yes, most definitely. Although I think the word “spirits” would be a better way to define it. I’ve never seen one — thank God — but I have felt uneasy in very old hotels or rooms that have a very long history.

3. WHO WOULD BE THE THREE HEADLINERS OF THE MUSIC FESTIVAL OF YOUR DREAMS?

Dominic Fike, Beach House, and Sade.

4. WHAT'S A BAD HABIT OF YOURS THAT YOU'VE BEEN MEANING TO FIX?

Honestly, I’m so bad at parking my car. Not that I’m bad at driving, but when it comes to parallel parking or even in a parking lot, I don’t put much thought into it.

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST INTERNET RABBIT HOLE YOU WENT DOWN?

I spend too many nights doom-scrolling on Instagram or TikTok, but it was probably a compilation of Avatar: The Last Airbender lore.

6. DESCRIBE YOUR WORST DATE IN THREE WORDS OR PHRASES.

Short, McDonald’s, Black Ice Car Freshener

7. WHAT WAS THE LAST DM YOU RECEIVED?

My friend sent me a TikTok thirst-trap edit of myself this morning which was interesting.

8. IF YOU COULD BE IN ANY MUSIC VIDEO, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I would have to say either the music video for Bow Wow’s “Let Me Hold You” or Chris Brown’s “Yo (Excuse Me Miss)” just because the music videos in the ‘00s were just built differently.

9. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT, AND WHAT ARE YOUR MEMORIES OF IT?

Daniel Caesar performing in LA for his Case Study 01: Tour. It was my first one, so I remember everything about it. At the time, he was taking the music industry by storm and I was a major fan, so that concert was everything to me. I also was introduced to how much of a different experience listening to live music is.

10. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE AS A KID?

The Polar Express.

11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEME/INTERNET JOKE AND WHY?

The personality that comes with wearing a fedora. It’s always funny to me and forever will be. Maybe one day I’d get to play a character that wears a fedora. Maybe Zuko.

12. WHAT'S YOUR GO-TO BREAKUP SONG?

“I Gotta Find Peace of Mind” by Lauryn Hill.

13. WHAT IS ONE THING EVERYONE SHOULD BUY THAT IS UNDER $10?

A sweet latte with oat milk from Blue Bottle. A must. Just try it. It’s so good. I could live off of it.

14. WHAT PIECE OF CLOTHING FROM HIGH SCHOOL DO YOU WISH YOU KEPT?

My vintage Green Day shirt. It had the perfect shade of a faded black and the fit of it was immaculate.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES THAT YOU OWN, AND WHY?

Military boots because they look the coolest.

16. WHAT IS YOUR GO-TO SAD SONG?

Anything by Elliott Smith or Duster.

17. WHAT REALITY SHOW WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO APPEAR ON?

Love Island UK.

18. WHAT IS YOUR BEST BEAUTY TIP OR TRICK?

Korean skincare products.

19. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAST-FOOD PLACE, AND WHAT’S YOUR ORDER?

Wingstop: four lemon pepper classic and four original hot classic, all flats. Lemon pepper seasoned fries cooked well done. A side of ranch and bleu cheese. Root beer.

#natla #atla #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #dallas liu #avatar netflix #atla netflix #nylon #interview #fun & games

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Eye Contact

Ramadan Mubarak! For those who missed out, I am offering to write x reader fanfiction in exchange for donations or e-sims. Let's do our best to bring some relief to those forced into starvation and to those who don't know what peace is.

This piece is for @ikemenlibrary who donated to PCRF (Palestine Children's Relief Fund) for they aren't just denied food, but also a childhood amongst many other things.

Check out my masterlist to see what fandoms I write for. Though, if you can spare some time, write your representatives a letter as well!

Fandom: Ikesen

Character: Yukimura Sanada

Notes: "I could stare at you forever." "Creep." artist!reader (MC?)

It was hard living in a castle filled with beauties. And what many types there were to appreciate! The delicate, the icy, the ruggedly handsome, the artistic, you named it and Kasugayama housed it. There was simply no escaping it, and as an artist you didn’t want to miss out either, eyes set on all the beauty that surrounded you in the castle in your quest for inspiration.

Harder was the discerning eye of one particular pair of chestnut browns that always caught you. At first Yukimura thought it was by accident, his eyes flitting away as it met yours with a blush and a cough. Then, as it happened more it aroused curiosity, lingering on longer, meeting yours before shyly turning away, never able to maintain the eye contact for long.

It took the man a long while to grow more bold. But you had patience, enjoying the autumn crimson colours on the man whenever he blushed at your staring. Enjoying it even more when you would catch him staring, flashing a sweet smile into his direction that made him choke on his own air.

But you knew what he knew but didn’t dare to express. You knew, alongside the rest of the castle of beauties who silently smiled at the last of them to blossom.

“What are you staring at?”

The question came out rougher than he meant to. The sun setting and the last round of practice going around as soldiers stood in formation. You found that Yukimura looked best in the warm colours of twilight, appreciating the way the melatonin in his hair reflected almost red.

“You,” was your immediate answer, unabashed, soaking up the warmth of the remaining day and the warmth Yukimura gave you, the delight reawakening as you spotted that flush of red on his cheeks when he tried not to stutter and stumble over his next words, his eyes telling you all you needed to know as they burnished and locked into yours. It was his mind that couldn’t catch up, but that’s what made him all the more entertaining to watch.

“Well, stop staring. You will grow cross-eyed,” the Sanada tells you, finally managing a full sentence as he turns around, his spear firmly planted next to him as the sun flushes over his broad shoulders, casting yet another imagery that you wished you could snap into eternity.

“I could stare at you forever,” you finally breathe, genuine in your affection for the man and your appreciation, even if Yukimura was the last person on earth that you could ever describe as artistic.

the tip of his spear wobbles, his formation falling apart before Yukimura catches himself once more, face flush red now in front of all his soldiers as he pronounces; “creep!”, a quick turn on his feet as he faces you fully, face so hot it could have popped his favourite chestnuts before stilling when he sees the expression on your face.

It was he who couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not when you smiled so tenderly, the way you did only in his direction. Not when you were bathed in hues of orange and red from the sun, cloaked in the colours he adored the most, cradling the person he loved the most.

“Forever, and ever, and ever,” you continue to tease Yukimura, filling his body with an everlasting warmth that he holds onto tightly.

#ikesen #ikesen yukimura #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku yukimura

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trc au - drive

Leo leaned his forehead against the door. Remembered the vision of Frank. Frank as a ghost, bathed in ethereal flames. Burning forever.

If you kiss your true love, he will die.

Leo picked up the phone, dialed without trying to think too hard. Frank answered. “Valdez?”

“Frank. Can you pick me up?”

“Yes! Yeah.” He sounded worried. “Are you okay?”

No, Leo wanted to say, but he wasn’t hurt or anything and he didn’t want to worry Frank. He settled on something simple, keeping his head against the wood of the door. “I just...I can’t be home right now. If you’re not doing anything-” He let the words hang.

“I’ll come by, I’m not busy.” Leo heard muffled movement from Frank’s end. “Did you see Hazel this afternoon?”

Silence. Only the crackling of the line. Then Leo said, “Can we talk about something else?”

A month and a half ago he would have said nothing, because Frank very clearly had feelings for Hazel and very clearly thought Leo was a shithead. Four weeks ago he would have said nothing because Frank was mad at Hazel and trying to hide it, and Leo wanted to be nowhere near the inevitable eruption. Three weeks ago Leo wasn’t sure if he and Frank were even really friends. Two weeks ago even, they were, but Hazel was still Frank’s older friend, the one who was there first, the one who would win the friend group when she and Leo’s whatever had imploded.

Now Leo didn’t know if Frank and Hazel were still friends at all. And after this afternoon, he didn’t know if Hazel would ever speak to him again.

The quiet static hissed for another long moment. Frank said, “I’ll be there in five.”

Leo waited on the curb, knees hunched towards his chest, trying to think of nothing at all. The air was humid, breezeless, almost oppressively tense. Mosquitos hummed and whined. Frank made it in four, a knight in shining Volvo. He pushed open the door and tossed the keys at Leo.

“Yeah?” he asked, surprised.

“You need it,” Frank said seriously.

Both Frank and Leo struggled with carsickness, but Leo could typically withstand Frank’s cautious driving. Frank would also give Leo shotgun recently, despite Leo having way shorter legs than Reyna. This had made Reyna like Leo even less, if possible. Oh well.

Leo took it easy on the way out of Jo and Emmie’s neighborhood, kept the speed of the road past the residential areas, but the second the empty streets straightened out he hit the gas and held it. Instead of grimacing, which Leo was watching for, Frank rolled down his window and held on. Under the streetlights over head, appearing in flashes and bursts, Frank’s white T-shirt practically glowed. Looking ahead at the road, eyes narrowed against the wind, he held none of his normal awkwardness. He had all the solidity of a tree trunk, a thousand year old boulder.

Frank reached forwards toward the radio, turning it on and skipping past the dad rock station Leo had laughed at him for liking. Settled on something more interesting, with a heavy bassline that matched the rumble of the center strip beneath Leo’s feet.

“How was Canada?” Leo asked. Neither he nor Reyna had been invited. He was annoyed about it deep down, so he was sure Reyna was madder. Neither of them had voiced it, to his knowledge. He kept the annoyance tamped down, tough - he’d already used all his words on the topic on Hazel earlier. Now he was just curious about Frank’s family home.

Frank frowned in the corner of Leo’s eye. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about Hazel.”

“I don’t,” Leo said. “I’ve just never been to Canada. Or met your family. How was it?”

Frank told him about the coniferous forests around his house, the national park he lived in the backyard of, and grizzly bears and little red foxes that roamed nearby. Then he talked about downtown Vancouver, the places he’d hang out as a kid. Seafood by the harbor and a trip to Seattle, once. He talked about his grandma conscripting him into kitchen duty, described how homesick the food made him.

Leo listened. Before Jo and Emmie, he’d been a foster kid for six years. Before that, he lived in a crappy part of one of the hottest cities in the country, but he missed his mom’s apartment there with an intensity that made his heart feel like it was withering away to ashes.

Whatever was replacing it was steelier, harder.

The tiny glow of the stereo lit Frank’s knees, the thick muscle in his calves, the sparse hair on his legs. The furrow of his brow, the finally-relaxed set to his shoulders. Leo stopped looking, checked back at the road. Then looked back at Frank.

“It sounds nice.” They had reached the mountains. Leo slowed down a little to drive uphill. “I mean it. I’m glad you went.”

He was, now. He had been mad that Frank left, but he wanted him to be happy.

“What did you get up to?” Frank asked.

“Oh, you know. Worked on the truck. Kissed Nico. I saw Reyna across the street and waved at her.”

“Liar.”

Leo was lying. About Reyna, who he hadn’t seen once.

“Me and Hazel are done, I think.” He hadn’t meant to say that. Not now?

Frank didn’t look at him, kept his voice neutral as he stared out the window. “I was never sure if you two actually got together or not.”

Do you still like her? Leo wanted to ask. He couldn’t. Everything was too loaded.

“I don’t know what we were doing. But we’re not anything now.”

He couldn’t say who had dumped who. The fight had gotten too heated for specifics.

Suddenly, Leo couldn’t stand it. He pulled the car over, and the lights of the city spread out before them. He slammed it into park.

“Well,” Frank said. “You got out of the house.”

Leo huffed a half-laugh. Drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Both of them stared out at the city. Leo reclined his seat a little, then realized that that action, in this context, felt more than a little illicit. Because Frank, still sitting up, was now above him, and staring down at him.

Leo stared back, now very self-conscious about being half-leaned back. He felt like he’d just ripped off his shirt. He wanted Frank to recline his own seat and rescue Leo from this feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin.

Frank swallowed. Leo still didn’t move, just looked back up at him.

Then Frank grimaced and shook his head, turning his head away. His ears were red. Now he was awkward. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t...”

“It’s cool,” Leo said. He had absolutely no clue if it was cool. He thought it might not have been, actually. He rolled sideways to face Frank so that he wasn’t feeling quite so vulnerable.

Frank swallowed again, then sniffled. “I don’t know if we’re still gonna be friends.” He wasn’t talking about Leo. “I’m scared she hates me right now.”

“She doesn’t, man.” Leo might have been lying, and he was fairly sure that Hazel hated him right now. But Hazel and Frank were different. “She thinks you’re hot shit. A fight won’t change that.”

Frank’s voice was small. Defeated. “This thing is...it’s so much bigger than us, and she wants to take it on by herself. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix it.”

Leo couldn’t answer that. He’d gone out with Hazel to avoid his prophetically-ordained male true love. He probably shouldn’t give others advice. He’d been wrong about Hazel, wrong about Frank.

Frank had seemed so bumbling and insecure at first. Leo thought it was nearly unforgivable for someone to have access to all that money and strength and potential and still not know what to do with themselves. He had been mean to Frank in a way that made him squirm now. Then again, Frank had been nasty right back. So Leo had allied himself firmly with Hazel.

Before Hazel had made a deal with a creepy primordial entity that would sometimes seize her mind and soul.

“I don’t know either,” Leo said to Frank. He exhaled. “All this stuff she was seeing was scaring me.” Hazel had scared him. And the way she buttoned up every single thing - her silence didn’t scare Leo, no matter how ominous it became. It just worried him, but Hazel had made it very, very clear that he should keep that to himself.

Frank hunched forward. “I just want her to be okay,” he muttered. “I can’t stand it when she’s hurting.”

Leo watched his profile. If he reached-

No.

There was no way to go through here without wounding somebody. Hazel was hurting. Leo was hurting. Frank was hurting.

If he did what he wanted to do, here, now, would Frank survive it?

No.

Leo checked the backseat in the mirror, wondering for a second if some spectral Hazel would be there, if she could materialize like Nico did. He did not want the presence of her here. He wanted to be able to be her friend, or her boyfriend, in something that wasn’t going to blow up. Something that wouldn’t be ruined.

Or, as he watched Frank, something that wouldn’t be a betrayal. Destroy three friendships for the price of one.

He wondered if Hazel and Frank had actually hooked up last year. If he’d been crushing on not just Hazel’s best friend but her ex boyfriend, or at least ex something. Nico didn’t even know, because he’d made a face when Leo had asked and said he made a point of not finding out.

Frank scrubbed a hand over his face. “God. This is miserable.”

“And you’re usually such a ray of sunshine,” Leo said, ducking away when Frank swiped a hand at him.

“I wish we could just...” Leo flapped both hands at the windshield. “Get a redo. Through this car.” The city kept glowing beneath them. Leo would forgive any billionaire all their crimes if one invented a flying car that he could have.

“Did I get one with you?” Frank asked.

Leo snorted. “You know I actually wasn’t mad at you, right? I was messing with you.”

“You got me.” Frank smiled for the first time all night. “Easy target, though.”

“Very.” Leo smiled too, almost helplessly. For once, he wasn’t fidgeting, wasn’t wandering off.

Frank looked at Leo’s mouth.

Never, thought Leo. Never. He couldn’t know if Frank was his true love or if he’d wake up tomorrow feeling nothing towards him. So he couldn’t kiss him.

A ghost on fire, a boy built like a man, his face obscured by the flame.

Who are you? Fai.

Burning, burning.

Frank reached forward. Touched Leo on the cheek.

Leo stopped breathing. Imagined that his face was combusting with heat.

His other hand. His other cheek. Frank was looking right at him. Leo could nearly hear his own blood sloshing through his heart, quickening, hurting his chest.

He wanted to push Frank away. He wanted to pull Frank on top of him. He reached up and wrapped his hand around Frank’s wrist, not tugging or shoving, just leaving it there.

Frank leaned towards him, and Leo finally flinched. “You can’t.”

“I won’t.” Frank was still looking at him. “Trust me, I won’t.”

Leo hesitated, then nodded. Frank leaned in until they were chest to chest, cheek to cheek - Frank was as red as Leo imagined he was himself, which was a little vindicating. Leo reached up, touched his neck, then moved his arms up behind it, around Frank’s shoulders. Breathed out slowly. Their chests were touching, moving together. He could feel Frank close his eyes, feel his lashes brush against Leo’s temple. Leo’s next breath in was a little shakier.

A car passed by, headlights briefly flicking into the Volvo. Both of them tensed. Frank hung on a moment longer to Leo, then pulled back, taking his hands off, returning to his seat. Leo sat up and followed him over, reaching out and covering Frank’s mouth with his hand. Kissproof.

“I’m going to start having to do this,” he said. “If you’re gonna go around doing stuff like that.”

He could feel Frank’s smile underneath his palm. He wanted to pull it off and keep it with him, in his pocket so he could pull it out whenever he needed it. They had to go back to real life in a moment, a real life where they couldn’t blow up their friend group or kill each other, and having that smile with him would make everything easier. Make anything more possible.

He pulled his hand away. “Let’s go home.”

#valzhang #frank zhang #leo valdez #trc au #they are all - in the spirit of trc - incorrigible homie hoppers #dont worry though they will make up with hazel soon and figure it all out they're friends #and i left their fights vague but she's hosting a weird entity and not dealing with it well and they aren't dealing with her well either #not sure if i will continue this but i do want to write the leo nico kiss and maybeeee some reyna and hazel #or possibly prequel frank and hazel #bc they absolutely did hook up the year before leo's right #or both #plus reyna and frank being roomates for fun #sorry for my plagiarism maggie stief it will happen again

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chaoticbuggybitchboy · 2 months

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I want to know :3

My favorite poem is Antigonish by Hughes Mearns! It’s featured in the Magnus Archives and it is lodged in my brain forever. I’ll probably make it its own dedicated post but it talks about a man who isn’t there, with the writer wishing that the man who isn’t there would go away. It’s a lovely little poem and especially as someone whose psychosis manifests primarily as delusions, I simply Vibe with a poem about something you know isn’t there but terrorizes you anyways.

And yeah! I have taste -> color synesthesia!! For the first 10 or so years of my life I thought you could teach colors to (color)blind people using foods. It’s kind of a weird thing to try and talk about because really the main way I know that my experience of the world is different from most people’s is that language just not built for the way I experience taste. I’ve thought of trying to do some sort of art based on my synesthesia but ive never been able to figure out exactly how since it’s really difficult for me to separate taste and the colors. I also experience ‘shrimp colors’ that don’t exist in a way humans can visually experience. Like orange and green at the same time, but not grey or speckled; the color simply does not exist.

There’s also almost no correlation between visualcolors and tastecolors. Por ejemplo, carrots (orange food) taste like a desaturated forest green. The only real trends are that the more artificial a food is, the more likely it is to match color wise; and that water will lighten and desaturate things.

Also it’s difficult for me to sort of quantify since I have no other frame of reference, but it does have a lot of effects on my life. Since color tends to overwhelm any ‘normal taste’, that’s what most of my favorite (and least favorite) foods are based on. I dislike carrots because it’s unpredictable whether they’re green or brown and I don’t like that neither of those are orange. My two favorite foods are grape koolaid (it’s so purple and I like purple; I also never water it down because then it’s Purple and I can also taste sour) and salt & vinegar chips (the vinegar covers any colors).

Water is always white or a very very light grey. This does affect what water I will drink because I avoid drinking water that’s sort of tinted warm colors. Doesn’t vibe right.

And the way I describe foods is almost always color based, since that’s the main way I experience it. This has deeply confused and mildly frustrated anyone trying to learn anything applicable to their own experience of food. I have no idea what other people taste, especially since colors tend to overshadow anything else. I’m pretty sure I experience spiciness and saltiness normally though.

And as mentioned earlier, it seriously impacts my sensory issues. Tastes are doubled (I guess?) and any after taste lingers for ages. If the water im drinking is significantly tinted it builds up in my mouth and is Bad (I had to pause writing this to refill my water bottle with my house filtered water instead of the water fountain from my school since that water is reddish and my water is only very faintly teal). Also since all taste is doubled-ish I am basically always aware of the fact that my mouth has a taste and a color. Which kinda sucks.

Also I think this is an adhd thing but I have a hard time describing colors unless I’m actively tasting something because I have a word based brain and the colors are something that completely upends the English language’s way of describing the senses. That’s sort of why I always describe it as being a one way link and say “taste to color synesthesia” rather than “taste color synesthesia”, because I don’t taste anything when I see colors, I just experience colors when I taste something. I think if it went both ways I would be a very different person and would likely have meltdowns much more often but that’s pure speculation.

I thiiiink that’s everything I can think of right now, but yeah! Synesthesia! I think I heard the word about four-ish years ago now and literally nothing has clicked for me faster than that did. It took me less time to start identifying with synesthesia than it did for me to identify with any lgbtq+ label. Every time I think about the fact that ‘tasting colors’ is something that people say to mean they’re loopy or high or something and not that they can literally taste colors I have to do a double take. It’s such a seemingly tiny little thing but it’s so fundamental to my experience of the world that I cannot even imagine anything different. What does koolaid taste like if not Color? I don’t know, because all I can taste is Color.

#chaoticbuggybitchboy #info dump #synesthete #synesthesia #text post #infodump #antigonish #ask #someone did ask!!!#someone asked #glowbug synesthesia

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eyeless-jeff666 · 6 months

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Rewrite the Stars

Tsunagu struggles with disapproving parents but Shinya manages to bring his hope back with a song. I did it dear Anon! I hope this is to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing it :) Angst with happy ending, fluff TW HOMOPHOBIA

Tsunagu could barely hear his own affirmations over his heartbeat. Today was the day he would introduce Shinya to his parents, and he was terrified of their reactions. He loved silver haired man, more than he could even love himself, but he was also weak. Too good. Too obedient to stand up against his parents. Too deep in the role he grew up in; the perfect, straight, polite, respectful boy his parents had raised. Good looking too, always tidy, and mindful of his appearance. Except he had realized that straight wasn’t the best way to describe himself. He had fallen in love with a boy, slightly younger and from poorer conditions; someone who wouldn’t mind not brushing his hair for a week and who could barely go without making a joke that his parents surely would not like. Jokes good boys like Tsunagu didn’t make. But ones he had learned to love so much.

“Tsu, you’re shaking. That’s not making your affirmations very convincing.”

Shinya chuckled nervously and held his hand tighter. He was right, of course, but the blonde couldn’t help it. To say that he was scared was an understatement, he was terrified and just wanted it all to go well. Finally, he knocked on the door they’d been standing in front of for nearly half an hour. It seemed like forever until it opened and there stood the human, perfect dolls that were Tsunagu's parents. With bright fake smiles that made Shinya want to throw up, but he bit his tongue and smiled back.

“Hello, young man. You must be Tsunagu’s friend. He’s told us so much about you.”

He had told lies to even get them to allow Shinya to come over. In their minds, he was from a good house downtown, with exceptionally good grades, and the representative of his class. None of that was true, but Tsunagu figured that “co-president of their unauthorized fabric-arts club” would not be enough to convince them. Especially since the two of them were the only members.

“I am, ma’am. My name is Shinya Kamihara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh isn’t he polite honey?”

She asked Tsunagu’s father who merely gave an affirming, seemingly approving nod. The boys stepped in and were promptly led to the kitchen, where dinner was already served; the smell was heavenly and unlike anything Shinya had ever smelled. He was used to canned foods and anything that was as cheap as possible and when he saw the plentitude of food on the table, his mouth watered. But there was a good chance that he wouldn’t eat any of it, because he and Tsunagu had agreed to tell his parents about them before dinner. That way the nervousness would be out of the way, and they could, if it went well, eat in peace.

Both of them were equally scared. There was a plan B, technically, in which the two heroes in training could go and live with the younger one’s parents. They had always been supportive of their son, and of their love, but what held them back was Tsunagu’s status. And it would be a harsh drop for him to be discarded by his family if they didn’t isolate him even more from people they didn’t see as suitable to be his friends. Or lovers. They had too much power, too, and he would lose all the benefits he’d grown up with. It was a scary thought, and Shinya understood that. He also understood that the blonde would have a hard time if that happened but he had promised his undying support. As far as he could give it in his own condition. And he was scared that his soulmate would hate him. What if they broke up? What if he lost his family over a temporary relationship? Though, that wasn’t what it felt like. They were like water to each other, meeting whenever they had free time, and it hurt deeply to think about losing each other.

The blonde grabbed Shinya’s hand and took a deep breath before he started to speak, slowly and with a shake in his voice that Shinya didn’t know from him:

“I.. we have to tell you something. Shinya isn’t my friend. He’s my boyfriend.”

That was direct, which was to be expected of him, but it still slightly surprised Shinya. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop and for such a long moment that he needed a good two seconds to register the slap that followed. Tsunagu was holding his cheek as tears rolled down his face, but he said nothing more. Shinya himself was too frozen in shock to react and his mind almost went blank as the man shouted:

“Are you kidding me?!”

The mother was crying as well, and the boy could have slapped her for how ridiculous it was.

“We didn’t raise you like this, darling! We just want to see you marry a pretty girl you love! What did we do wrong?”

Tsunagu was sobbing now, and stepped away from Shinya who couldn’t hold back his words any longer:

“What kind of shitty assholes are you? Your son can’t even love whoever he wants? You are disgusting.”

Both their attention was now on him, giving his boyfriend a brief break, but it wasn’t either of their words that broke his heart:

“Kamihara. I think you should go home now.”

“Tsu-“

“It’s Hakamada to you.”

With gritted teeth, Shinya ran out, to avoid letting anyone see his tears, and fled the scene into the warm light of the sunset. It felt like a metaphor, setting the end of their relationship, but it was too painful to give up this easily. And so after running for multiple minutes, he took a deep breath. And focused on breathing and rationalizing his thoughts; this would not be where their relationship would end, and he would not feel hurt by the other’s words now. The blonde hadn’t meant them, and Shinya would make sure to let him know that this hole they were in was one they would mend together.

The evening that followed felt incredibly long. It consisted of Shinya eating the little dinner his father could serve him, and brainstorming so hard he believed that the man could see smoke coming out of his ears as he asked:

“Würmchen, what’s wrong? You seem so absentminded today.”

A little smile came on his face at the new nickname; his father loved to learn all kinds of nicknames from different languages for him, and this one was particularly cute. But his face dropped again fast at the memory of the day:

“I met Tsu’s parents today and... they don’t want us to be together.”

The other softly patted his hair:

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I can’t imagine you would give up so fast.”

“I won’t! I just don’t know what to do. I know you and Mom said he can come live with us, but I don’t think I could convince him with words. He’s too scared and I understand that.”

His father hummed with a nod and took his hands with an assuring squeeze:

“Shinya, I’m not sure if I can really help you here, but I’m sure you will figure it out. Maybe there is something that connects you two, a memory or a song that can pull him out of his doubts?”

There was none that Shinya could think of at the moment, mind too clouded, not with worry but the sadness of how miserable Tsunagu must have felt at the moment. Surely he was lying awake in his room, crying and cursing himself for struggling so much with standing up to his parents. He knew that if it wasn’t for them, and the fear of what they might do, he would choose him over anything in the world.

“Thank you, pop. I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will, pumpkin. Don’t stay up too late.”

This wasn’t something Shinya could comply with, for now he was determined to come up with something that could convince his love to make the choice both of them knew was the one he wanted to make. For at least an hour he stared up at the glow stars on his ceiling when suddenly, it hit him; there was a song. One the two of them had sung to each other, just a few years ago, when they felt unsure about whether they should risk starting a relationship. The young man put it on and fell asleep with a smile, convinced that these lyrics might just mark the start of a life much brighter and happier.

His sleep was dreamless and calm; much deserved after what he’d been through and what he would attempt to do the next day.

He awoke to his mother’s soft voice, waking him and placing a tray of self-made pancakes on his lap with a smile:

“Your father told me about last night, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“Don’t apologize, mommy, you were at work. I understand that. You don’t need to make me fancy breakfast because of this.”

He said but with his grumbling stomach, he couldn’t help but shovel them into his mouth instantly. They seemed to be in a comparably good place financially if she could afford this, and Shinya knew he should simply be happy about that. He hoped to find a paid internship soon, but until then he had to give his best in the unpaid one he got into. He was already lucky he got to attend UA with his scholarship and help from the government, but getting into the world of becoming a pro-hero was much harder than he had thought.

The boy had been scared to start dating Tsunagu at first, afraid he would think it was just for his money, but the older one had always been way too clever to even think that. And he knew how much Shinya loved him. And Shinya knew the same about him.

With a *ding* he checked his phone and saw a message from the blonde:

We need to talk. Come to the bench?

A single glance up at his mother’s face was enough to make her chuckle and he jumped out of the bed the second she told him to “Just go already.”. He got dressed fast, kissed her goodbye, and ran out of the house.

“The bench” was an old wooden one, by an even older oak tree that the two had been meeting at for as long as Shinya could remember. It was a pretty spot, with a nice view over the local lake, one that was outside of both the poor and the rich neighborhoods. It felt like a comforting neutral ground, and it was very popular with couples.

“I’m here my love!”

He sang, waving at the blonde who looked almost more upset than the night before. Tsunagu raised his head, hitting Shinya instantly with a dry and clearly hesitant statement:

“We should break up.”

The shorter one stopped, sighed, and took the other’s hands:

“See, I don’t agree, Tsu.”

“I.. Shinya, please. My parents don’t approve. They want me to marry a woman. Of high status. They’ll never approve, I just don’t understand why you would want me if I can’t even stand up to them for you.”

But his boyfriend wouldn’t give in so easily; he looked up, with a soft and hopeful smile, and started to sing calmly:

“You know I want you. It’s not a secret I try to hide.”

The rich boy seemed slightly surprised, and turned away as tears welled up in his eyes:

“Don’t do this Shinya.”

“I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands are tied.”

Even though Tsunagu may not have thought it would be in the cards for them and that fate was pulling them apart, his lover did not think the same. They were in each other’s hearts and nobody would be able to stop them if he could just win the blonde over. If he just put their destiny to be together over the fear of his parents.

“What if we rewrite the stars. Say you were made to be mine.”

If Tsunagu could just do that, then nothing could keep them apart anymore. Even if they had nothing but a million dreams, it would be more than enough for Shinya. Tsunagu’s expression had softened a bit by now and a relieved laugh left the shorter one as the other’s cold hands closed around his warmer ones:

“You think it’s easy. You think I don’t wanna run to you.”

The lyrics matched his feelings all too well; he wanted nothing but to be with the other man, but there were so many doors they couldn’t walk through. He couldn’t walk through when it always seemed so easy to Shinya; who was poor and from low status and who just kept and kept on hoping and pushing through so bravely.

Their love had always felt like a tightrope with Shinya, one they walked together; dangerous and ridiculous to some. It felt safer on the land of pleasing his parents, yet this deep unknown sea that was loving Shinya was that much more pleasing. A sea he wanted to sail more than anything, to find a place he could happily call home.

The world felt like a fantasy with him, like a wonderful dream Tsunagu never wanted to wake up from. Shinya made him feel alive, and he wished he wasn’t so afraid to show his love openly and step outside his toxic role of the perfect son, a marionette to his parents, who never cared about what made him happy.

“All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you.”

Shinya continued the song, and he knew he had won when Tsunagu finally lowered his head, kissing the younger one’s hands and shaking with sobs:

“I don’t want to lose you Shinya. I don’t want to break up. I just want to hold you and love you and I feel no matter how much I love you it’s never enough to break this cycle I’m in. I’m so scared of the unknown but I think I’m ready now to take the risk and follow you there.”

The kiss that followed was long and warm, and so full of love that their hearts threatened to burst from the wonderful intensity of it. Tsunagu cupped his love’s cheeks and closed the distance between them, holding him tight, unwilling to ever let go. This warmth was one he would never get from his parents or anyone, he realized, and it was one he never wanted to lose again.

“If I do this… are you certain your parents will let me live with you for a while?”

“Babe. They love you. They would be much more upset if I came home without you. We know you won’t be able to pay rent, and nobody expects you to. We just want you to be safe. Even if your parents freeze your account.”

At those words, the blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a large stack of money, much more than Shinya had ever seen:

“Actually, I went to withdraw most of it before meeting you.”

It took Shinya a moment to realize what this implied and then a relived sigh left him:

“This means you knew we’d not break up!”

“My little fiber.. my sweet, soft little fiber, I didn’t know. I was hoping we wouldn’t. I was hoping you would find a way to lead me back to you, away from my fears. What I did know was you would try, and I cannot apologize enough for not trying the same way you do. But now I want to fight.”

He lost himself in the other’s gray, beautiful, brave eyes for a moment and stole another kiss:

“Expensive champagne and cars and mansions are someone else’s dreams. They’re my parents’ dreams, I realize that now. I have my own dreams. One of them is right here in my arms.”

Shinya smiled content, nuzzling into the taller one’s chest and letting this moment of love wash over them. It was like a burning fire, like freedom, to be held by him like this, knowing this rough moment was over. Somehow, he could feel that from now on everything would be alright. And that their love would last for a long time to come.

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Chapter Six: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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Plot: After the events of Will's rescue and Eleven's death, Tini goes to the police station to talk with Hopper. She doesn't expect him to make her an offer of her dreams.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mention of child abduction/experimentation, mention of death, mention of violence, no use of y/n

A/N: This will never happen again, I've never gotten two chapters out in a day to save my life...but this one was super short and I knew exactly where I wanted it to go. It's onto s2 after this, and everyone's favorite babysitter will have a much more prominent role in the story. Can't wait! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you'd like to be tagged :)

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TWO DAYS LATER

The police station wasn’t as terrifying as it had been two days before. It still took a lot of convincing to walk through the doors, but at least I knew I had someone in there on my side…at least, I hoped he was.

“Leave something behind the other day?” Flo asked as I walked in.

“Oh, no…” I said, nervous that she remembered me, “Um, is Chief Hopper in?” Flo looked me over, her eyes landing on the bruise that had turned to a yellow shade. I awkwardly slapped my other hand over it, it seemed like I’d be paying for punching Steve forever…

“It’s okay, Flo,” I looked over the secretary’s shoulder to see Hopper walking down the hall.

Flo stepped out of the way, still eyeing me, and I quickly met Hopper. “Can we…talk? In your office?” I asked, nervously rubbing my bruise.

Hopper nodded and led me down the same hall Nancy, Jonathan and I had snuck down two days before. Once we were in his office, he shut the door. It was obvious any conversation that took place between us had to be private.

“Please tell me nobody knows who you are,” Hopper said, sounding almost afraid.

“No,” I rushed out, “I’ve been staying at the Wheelers and Nancy told them that I’m a friend from school. I haven’t even left the house.”

“Okay,” Hopper settled into his seat, pulling out one for me on the way.

I took a deep breath, “When we were looking for Will and Barb and…Eleven… you said that I could trust you with my secrets. I need to make sure that you still mean that.”

“I’m not walking back on that promise just because the monsters are gone, kid,” he replied, lighting a cigarette.

“Okay,” I exhaled, relieved, “I know that I need to get out of Hawkins a-and I’m going to, I just…

“Can’t seem to pick yourself off the ground long enough to do it?” Hopper finished for me, blowing out a puff of smoke.

I sighed, exhausted from my grief, “Yes.”

Hopper watched me for a moment, looking like he knew exactly what I was feeling. We sat for a long minute in silence before he leaned forward in his chair. “Listen, I’ve been thinking about your situation. Kid like you shouldn’t be on the streets. And I can’t exactly send you into the system or make you live at Ted Wheeler’s till you’re eighteen,” he paused, as if thinking about how to say what he wanted, “If you were someone’s adopted daughter, you’d have a place to live, food, protection, the school would have to accept you, even without a birth certificate…a life.”

He was describing everything I had ever wished for. A warm bed. Three full meals a day. Safety. Friends.

“I’m guessing that’s something you want.”

“Yes,” I whispered, staring out the window behind Hopper, “It is.”

“Even if I’m the one that gives it to you?”

My eyes flew to him, he was smiling. “Y-you?” I raised an eyebrow. “Mm-hm,” he stayed still, watching my reaction.

Hopper was difficult. He was angry. He was controlling. But he also had a heart. He was protecting. And apparently, he was generous. He was willing to take me in, keep me safe, and give me all I’d ever wanted. How was I supposed to continue thinking he was a grouch rather than a grouch who cared?

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you understand that there’s a ten o’clock curfew and we’ll be fine,” he said, looking like he was making a joke.

“What’s a curfew?” I asked.

Hopper raised his chin, “It is the time that you come home by or I have whoever you’re out with brought in for questioning.” I chuckled and he smiled, the first time I’d actually seen a real one from him. “Got it,” I nodded, “10 o’clock.”

“Good,” he replied. “But no cigarettes” I said, pointing a finger at him, “I hate the smell.”

Hopper raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think I was opening up negotiations.” “My lungs are still growing,” I shrugged.

Hopper sighed before putting out the cigarette in his ashtray. The two of us smirked at one another, maybe we could make it work...

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Later that day, Nancy and I were sitting on the roof, watching the sunset.

“So you really do this every night?” she asked.

“I try,” I smiled, “In the lab, they taught us that the sun came up in the morning and went down in the night, but we never went outside so we never actually saw any. I used to drew pictures of what I thought they might look like…the first time I finally saw one, I cried because…I never imagined they'd be so beautiful.”

“Wow,” Nancy hugged her knees, covered by a thick blanket, “I can’t believe you actually lived like that.”

I sighed, shutting my eyes and focusing on feeling the wind against my face. The lab was always going to be a part of me, but with a new life ahead, the memories of it were beginning to become a little more bearable. Some of them, at least.

“Hopper’s coming to pick you up at 7?” Nancy asked.

“Mm-hm,” I nodded, tugging my blanket around my shoulders a little tighter. “I’m kind of gonna miss having you here,” she said with a smile, “It was kind of like having a sister.” I chuckled, “You have a sister.” “Not one I can talk to like you,” Nancy laughed, but it faded quickly. The things we’d talked about in the past two days were things we could never discuss with anyone else. Not unless we wanted to die. It had also helped us both to not have to grieve alone.

“Hey,” I nudged her with my arm, “Hopper said he’s going to get me into the school. And I’m going to need someone to help me…” I chuckled, creating a cloud in the winter air, “Understand what everybody’s talking about.”

Nancy smiled and leaned into me a little, I was glad to see that she hadn’t lost her light. The past two days had been so heavy, she missed Barb so much. I wasn’t trying to replace her best friend, but I wanted to make sure she knew that she had someone.

“Just promise you won’t punch Steve anymore?”

“I will try my hardest,” I grinned, the two of us breaking into laughs.

A car came down the street, headlights shining even though it wasn’t dark yet. Nancy and I sat up a little straighter, it was Hopper coming to collect me. I sighed and Nancy and I hugged underneath our blankets, our strange but enjoyable living situation coming to an end.

On my way through the Wheeler’s house, my backpack hanging off one shoulder, I made sure to go down to the basement. I peeked around the stair railing to see Mike, sitting under the fort that Eleven had been living in the week before.

“Hey,” I said, knocking on the stair rails, “I’m, uh, I’m leaving.” “Oh,” he nodded, “Okay.”

“I just wanted to thank you,” I walked towards the fort, “For taking care of Eleven. If you and the boys hadn’t found her, I don’t want to think what could have happened…”

Mike stayed quiet, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. “Nancy said you’re gonna go live with Hopper?” he finally asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “So I’ll be around.” Mike nodded, “Cool.” “Hey, if you ever want to…talk…about her…” I began, trying not to get emotional, “I’m here.”

“Okay,” Mike said, giving me a small-ish smile. “Cool,” I tried to smile, Hopper’s voice could be heard up the stairs talking to Mr. Wheeler, “I gotta go.” Just as I headed up, Mike stopped me. “Tini!” I stopped, “Yeah?”

“She was…She was…” “Incredible,” I finished with a tearful, genuine, smile. He looked back with the same face, “Yeah.”

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ONE MONTH LATER

“But it doesn’t make sense!” “It’s a classic!” “That doesn’t mean it makes sense!” Nancy and I were engaged in an intense debate over ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ and the religious issues of it.

“Angels have wings already,” I sat on my feet and hit my against the other, “Why would he have to earn them?” “Because he’s in training,” Nancy argued, “He’s not like, an official angel.” “But he said he was!”

Steve, wearing a very festive Christmas sweater, came into the room holding a bowl of popcorn. “Are we still on the angel thing?” he asked, visibly exhausted by us.

“I keep telling her,” I insisted, “It doesn’t make sense.”

Nancy looked to her boyfriend, “Tell her.” Steve looked between the two of us, slightly worried about making either of us mad. “I gotta go with Tini on this one,” he finally said, narrowly dodging Nancy’s hand as she slapped it against the couch cushion, “It doesn’t really make sense for an angel not to have wings.” “Thank you,” I gestured to him. “You both are wrong,” Nancy stated, sticking her nose up in the air, “But it’s Christmas, so I’m going to be the bigger person and let it go.” Steve and I looked to each other, our mouths in ‘o’ shapes. “You hear that?” he said, exaggerating his words, “She’s the bigger person.”

“I heard,” I shrugged, “But I’m not sure if I believe.”

Nancy hurled a pillow at me, giving me whiplash as I caught it. The three of us were laughing hard as Mrs. Wheeler entered the room. “Tini,” she smiled, “The chief’s here.” “Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler,” I nodded, grabbing my new purse. Right after I’d started living with him, Hopper had given me money to go buy my own clothes. His discomfort in the women’s section was obvious and his opinion on everything was ‘it’s nice’ so Nancy had come with me the rest of the time. We’d spent a whole weekend filling my wardrobe with all sorts of things. I was finally allowed to have my own style, something I’d always longed for.

“Merry Christmas,” I said, squeezing Nancy in a tight hug. “Merry Christmas. You’ll talk to Hopper about New Year’s Eve, right?” she asked. “I will,” I smiled, looking over her shoulder to Steve and making my way to him, “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

“Merry Christmas, Tini,” he greeted as we gave each other a one armed hug.

I headed upstairs, leaving them to continue their movie marathon and passed Mrs. Wheeler through the kitchen. “Something for you two to have for dinner tonight,” she said, handing me a large casserole dish full of something warm. Ever since Nancy had told her mom the truth, that I’d been homeless, Mrs. Wheeler had been obsessed with feeding me. “You didn’t have to do that, Mrs. Wheeler-“ “I insist,” she waved me off, “Men can’t cook to save their lives.” “It’s true,” Mr. Wheeler chimed in from his recliner in the other room, never looking up from his paper.

I chuckled and gave Nancy’s mom a kiss on the cheek, “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

I slipped out the front door, Hopper was waiting on the porch smoking a cigarette. Our compromise was that he was allowed to smoke when I wasn’t around, but never in the house.

“That for us?” he eyed the casserole dish.

“Yes,” I closed the door before answering fully, struggling to hold the weight with one hand, “Bricks for two.” Hopper reached out and took the dish, letting out a ‘wow’ under his breath, and we walked to his truck. “Did you have fun?” “Yeah,” I smiled, climbing in the passenger seat, “It was nice.”

I caught Hopper sneaking a glance at my hand as we pulled out of the Wheeler’s driveway.

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t punch him.” “Just checking,” he grunted, “It’d be kinda awkward to have to arrest you and ground you.”

“And it doesn’t matter that he deserved it?” I smirked, snickering as Hopper gave me a stern look, “I’m kidding. Steve and I are…friends now.” “Friends?”

“Well,” I shrugged, “I’m Nancy’s friend, he’s her boyfriend…we had to start getting along at some point.”

And the funny thing was, we were getting along. Maybe nearly dying together bonded people. Steve had promised to keep my secret and I hadn’t attacked him again. We weren’t exactly best friends, but we weren’t enemies, and that was good enough for me.

“Okay,” Hopper nodded, “But off the record...if you don’t rough him up too bad, I can let you off with a warning.”

The two of us laughed as we drove out of the neighborhood.

The police station’s Christmas party was decent. As the chief’s almost-daughter, I was treated with royal status. Everybody wanted to know how I was adjusting, everybody wanted to feed me, everybody wanted to know if I’d ever celebrated Christmas in the shelters…it was overwhelming, but Hopper was there to steer me away anytime the attention became too much.

The one topic I didn’t mind talking about endlessly was school. Hopper had kept his promise and gotten me enrolled at Hawkins High School. I’d start as soon as winter break was over, and I was beyond excited. I’d already met a few of my teachers, and they’d been helpful in giving me some material to study. I worked every night with Hopper on trying to understand the basics of each subject. I was going to be behind on a lot of things, but I’d dreamed of attending an actual high school for years, and I was determined to do well.

At the end of the night, once I’d been interrogated by everyone and their wives, Hopper gathered up leftovers in a Tupperware container and we set off into the snowy night on our special mission.

Hopper pulled the truck off to the side of the road, the two of us getting out and heading into the woods as usual. A week ago, he had talked to a man at the station who had claimed he’d found a little girl in the woods. He’d asked her a couple questions but had been knocked out, when he’d woken up, the girl was gone and so were his coat and hat. The interesting part was…he’d said a rock had mysteriously flown at him and hit him in the head.

I didn’t know how it was possible, but there was no question in my mind that it was Eleven he’d found. Hopper knew it too. For the past few days, we’d come and placed food, mittens and a scarf inside an old hunter’s box. But on Christmas Eve, Hopper put in the Tupperware full of Christmas treats, plus Eggos.

As usual, I took a quick look around in hopes I’d find her wandering around. The chances were low, but I hated the thought of Eleven spending Christmas alone and being stuck in the snow for another night. “Hey,” Hopper called, “We gotta go.” I sighed in defeat, it would have been easier if I could have called for her but…risks couldn’t be taken. I trudged back through the snow, disappointed again.

When we were back in the truck, Hopper gave his usual speech. “She’s still out there.” “I know…”

“She’s got food.” “I know…” “We’re gonna find her eventually.” “I know…”

After we got home and ate Mrs. Wheeler’s casserole, Hopper and I took our seats in front of the tv to watch whatever Christmas movie was on. Our tree, decorated with lights and a few plain balls, stood in the corner. After being in Joyce Byers’ house, I’d never be able to look at Christmas lights the same way ever again…

Clearly, Hopper could tell I was in my head, it was only natural for any thought of that night to inevtiably tie back to Eleven. He got up after switching the tv on and headed for the tree. “Y’know, my folks had a tradition when I was a kid. I could open one present on Christmas Eve.” He walked back to the couch, handing me a medium sized box. It was fairly heavy. Hopper settled in next to me and nodded, giving me permission to open it. I slowly unwrapped it, tearing the red and white striped paper down the middle and finding a picture on the box of what was inside.

A Walkman.

“I figured since we’re working on your music knowledge, you could use something other than the radio in the car,” Hopper explained as I stared down at it in shock, “Do you…like it?” I looked over at him, tears in my eyes. He couldn’t have known how much I’d wanted one. For years I’d seen people my age with them. It had been the crown jewel of ‘normal’ things I’d longed for. Not having the words to explain how much his gift meant to me, I threw my arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Hopper wrapped an arm around me, patting my back. “Merry Christmas, kid.” I smiled, happier than I’d ever been, “Merry Christmas, Hopper.”

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