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bellamer · 3 years

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Coming Out In A World of Obliviousness Part 1: Costume Chaos.

Costume day at school. Maybe this would be the best and most obvious way to tell everyone that he was dating Nino. By doing a couples costume.

Adrien was dressed as the male version of Princess Peach. He wore pink pants, a pink dress shirt, a pink vest, a pink cape, a blue lapis lazuli that was attached to a white cravat, a long pink coat with white frills at the bottom that mimicked the white frills on the bottom of Peach's dress , white gloves, pink boots and a nice golden crown on his head. He even had a pink umbrella and a pink bag to carry his books. He had went all out.

Nino wore a red long sleeved shirt, blue overalls, brown shoes, white gloves and a red hat that had a big 'M' on it. Nino hadn't seen Adrien's costume beforehand so when he saw it when he arrived to school, his jaw dropped. He had no idea that Adrien was gonna go all out. Adrien looked so good in pink too. When they discussed their costumes, they kept it private and to themselves and whenever someone asked, they always said something else in case something wanted to 'accidentally' match costumes with Adrien.

Adrien told Lila that he was thinking of going as Link from Legend of Zelda the week before. After that, Lila tried to talk to him about Legend of Zelda, claiming that she loved that video game, clearly lying since confused Link for Zelda a few times. He then told Chloé that he was thinking of going as Sonic the Hedgehog, which Chloé replied that she was going as Amy as a 'coincidence' and that they should take plenty of pictures. When Wayhem begged to know, he flat out told him that he didn't have a costume yet. Whenever Nino was asked, he'd just say 'I don't know yet'.

"You look great !" Nino said, approaching Adrien. "Like...Stunning ! And... are you wearing sparkly pink lipgloss ?"

"I borrowed it from Nathalie and I think it goes great with the costume since Peach wears pink lipstick." Adrien said. "I didn't know that pink was my color, but I kind of love it. I sent a picture to Vincent at his request and he wants to come and take pictures of everyone's costumes later, but mostly mines. Let's do a picture together."

"Anything for you my prince !" Nino said, bowing dramatically, making Adrien blush and laugh.

"Enough, enough, let's go inside already." Adrien said, taking Nino's hand as they walked inside of the school, Adrien's costume immediately causing attention as he saw jaws drop.

"Look at you, being a showstopper already." Nino joked. "Let's head to your locker first so you can put your umbrella away."

"Nah, I actually want to carry it around for a bit. I think it really completes the outfit." Adrien said, closing his umbrella and tucking it under his arm. "We can just go to your locker."

"Wow ! Adrien you look great !" Kim said approaching him with Max. He and Max were dressed as Ghostbusters. "And you're matching with Nino ? Max and I did the same thing after he showed me Ghostbusters for the first time."

"Yeah, that must've taken you forever to make." Max said.

"I actually had help from a seamstress my father knows, she's extremely talented." Nino said.

"Wow Adrien, rockin' costume !" Alix said walking by. She was dressed as Claire Redfield from the Resident Evil series and had a nerd gun as a prop. "You and Nino both !"

"I love your costume !" Nino said. "Claire Redfield is the best Resident Evil girl !"

Alix shot finger guns at Nino before walking away.

"Oh my goodness Adrien you look so good in pink !" Rose said, approaching Adrien. She was dressed as Tinkerbell, Juleka behind her dressed as Vidia. "It's so cute ! You're gonna win the costume contest for sure !"

"Costume contest ?" Nino asked. He didn't know that there was gonna be a costume contest.

"Yeah, Marinette actually suggested it yesterday." Juleka said. "You two are a shoe in. You guys match so well."

"If anyone should win it's you two, you guys look so adorable." Adrien said. Juleka blushed as Rose beamed. They thanked him before walking away with Kim and Max.

"Wow, and we thought we were gonna win." Alya said, from behind the two. Adrien and Nino turned around to see Alya wearing a purple dress, purple stockings, purple heels, a green scarf and a purple headband. She was dressed like Daphne from Scooby Doo. Marinette, who was next to her, wore a orange turtleneck sweater, a dark orange skirt, orange knee socks, dark orange heels and fake glasses. She was also carrying a large magnifying glass. She was dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo.

"You two look great !" Nino said. "Did everyone dress up in duo costumes ? Adrien and I thought we were the only ones that were doing it."

"Ours is technically a couples costume." Adrien corrected him.

"Adrien what are you doing ?" Lila asked, interrupting the conversation. She was dressed as Zelda. "I thought you were going as Zel-I mean Link ?"

"I made plans with him to be Mario and Prince Peach, it just made more sense." Adrien said. "Besides, I never confirmed I was dressing as Link, I said that I was thinking about it."

"B-but-" Lila stuttered out. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Adrien figured they were crocodile tears to make him feel bad.

"Adrien !" Chloé said, approaching him, moving Lila out the way. She was dressed in a red dress with red and white sneakers, gold bracelets on her wrists and a red headband. "I thought you were going to be Sonic ?!?"

"I never said that, I said I was thinking of going as Sonic." Adrien said. "But Nino and I decided to do a couples costume." He said, trying to drop hints that he and Nino were a couple. "It just fits perfectly." He turned to Nino. "We should get going to class, shouldn't we, my hero ?"

"Of course my Prince." They took each other's hands and walked to class.

Class time only lasted for about a few minutes before the class got evacuated since Chloé and Lila thought that this was a great time to be akumatized. Adrien was going to transform but got kidnapped by the two, being taken to the roof of the school, labeled as the 'Matchmakers'. Their gimmick was being able to stick people or 'match them' together as the two were also conjoined. It wasn't going to take long though, because they started fighting with each other as to who got to 'match' with Adrien, before one of them started the 'If I can't have him you can't either !' argument and pushed him off of the roof just as Ladybug arrived when they started fighting more. Ladybug went to throw her yo-yo to save Adrien but someone jumped up and caught him.

"I gotcha !" Nino's voice rang out as he caught Adrien bridal style, in front of everyone. Kim started whooping as everyone commemorated Nino for the great save. It didn't take long for Ladybug to de-evilize the akumatized since they were too busy fighting each other. Adrien hugged Nino.

"My hero !" Adrien said before peppering Nino's face with kisses, getting sparkly pink lipgloss kissmarks all over his face.

"Ah ! That is perfect ! Stay in that exact pose !" A certain Italian photographer called out. It was Vincent and he had his camera out already, taking pictures of the two, Adrien's lips still on Nino's cheek. "Adrien looked so beautiful falling into your arms, I had to capture it ! The damoiseau in distress, it is perfect ! Pink is definitely your color Adrien, you have to wear it more at our photoshoots !" Vincent looked at Nino. "You, act like you're about to whisk him away to your fairytale dream land !"

Vincent took many pictures, absolutely loving the two. They looked so perfect.

"Vincent you should take pictures of everyone else, they worked hard on their costumes too." Adrien suggested. Vincent nodded, going off to take pictures of everyone else but stating that he'd be back for Nino and Adrien later. Adrien noticed that Nino was still holding him in his arms.

"You can put me down now. My legs work fine." Adrien said. Nino chuckled and put Adrien down, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry... I kinda forgot." Nino said. "You think everyone got the hint that we're dating ?"

"No one said anything so I don't think so." Adrien said. "You know how historians can see proof that couples were together but still pull the 'oh they were just close, affectionate friends' thing ? We're still in that phase. Plus they probably think we're acting like this to fit the role of our costumes."

"Guess we'll have to try again later." Nino shrugged.

"I don't mind." Adrien said. "We'll find a way."

"Adrien !" Vincent said, coming back over to him. "I have the perfect idea for a new catalog ! A cosplay catalog ! And I want you to star in it !"

"Shouldn't you get some professional cosplayers to be in it ?" Adrien asked.

"Of course I'll include professional cosplayers but seeing how good you look, I just can't not include you !" Vincent said. "Please say you'll do it ?"

"Of course. Anything for you." Adrien said, giving him a smile. Vincent cheered before walking away.

"Well, it looks like you're going to be busy." Nino said. Adrien sighed.

"Yeah..."

"Don't worry. With how good you look, you'll be done in no time." Nino encouraged. Adrien smiled and held Nino's hand as they watched everyone get their pictures taken.

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remuswriting · 3 years

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Ground Level

Wednesday, June 10. 4:48 P. M.

Kenma has always been an impatient person. He wants things to go a certain way in a certain time frame, so he’s satisfied in the end. This includes everyone getting to his house for the film meeting. It’s not that he doesn’t want anyone over or that he doesn’t enjoy the time he has to himself, but the stress of what will happen eats at him the longer he sits there with his Nintendo DS. It makes sense for this to be at his house, though. Everyone else has apartments or live in dorms, which are so much smaller, so it makes sense. That’s what he keeps telling himself, so he won’t crawl up the wall with anxiety.

He sent Kuroo and Lev to get pizza about 10 minutes ago, and he started playing The Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes as a waiting game. Kuroo made sure to tell him to listen for the doorbell in case anyone came early, which Kenma doubts anyone will come early. People will either get there on time or late. Also, it’s unlikely anyone will use the doorbell, since no one cares about his privacy. Well, besides Akaashi, but he’s different.

His concentration dies when the doorbell rings, causing him to flinch so hard he jumps. He quickly saves his game and hurries to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Y/N stands there with a bag of chips under his arm and a bright smile. He’s also dressed up, and Kenma is suddenly dizzy. Why is so he dizzy?

Y/N wore casual clothes the last time they saw each other—a simple plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. He looked good in that, but right now, he’s on a different level wearing a black turtleneck tucked into tan slacks and wearing an open black trench coat. Kenma hadn’t been aware they were meant to dress up. He’s in his red oversized hoodie and black sweatpants, and feels severely underdressed in his own home.

“Hey, I know I’m early, but I would’ve been late if I wasn’t,” Y/N says, and his smile is so shy and unsure. “Is that okay?”

Kenma manages to nod as he malfunctions. He’s not even sure why he’s malfunctioning. Maybe he’s just not used to seeing people dressed up like this, but that doesn’t make much sense. He sees plenty of people in suits for his job, and then there’s Kuroo, who tried to be fashionable last year until realizing it’s too much work and money.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Kenma says, and Y/N hurries inside so Kenma can shut the door. “If you don’t mind me asking, why would you be late if you weren’t early?”

Y/N strips his coat off, putting it on the typically unused coat rack next to the door, and Kenma now knows he loves how turtlenecks look on other people. Or maybe he just likes how they look on Y/N. He can admire how nice his friends look. He does it all the time with Akaashi, especially after he got his glasses.

“Oh, I was at another meeting, and your house is closer than my apartment.” Y/N unzips a black backpack that Kenma somehow hadn’t noticed. He pulls out some paper before looking up at Kenma. “I didn’t want to be late to my own meeting.”

“You’re a busy person,” Kenma says, looking away from Y/N. “I doubt anyone would be upset if you were a little late.”

Y/N constantly tweets about how he’s out doing something with Tooru or working on homework or editing videos, and Kenma doesn’t know how he does it. He’s never met anyone so busy manage to stay in a working relationship. Kuroo tried to date Yaku during their first year of university, but then Yaku went pro. Love couldn’t defeat the little time they had in their lives to be in the other’s day. When Yaku decided to play in Russia, they broke up. It was all Kenma had to see to know the reality that loving someone can easily not be enough, given the circumstances.

Y/N laughs slightly. “You’re far busier than I am,” he says, and Kenma hears the backpack zipper zip. “You put up videos every week and stream multiple times a week. I’m not sure if I could do that. There’s also the fact you’re in university.”

Kenma’s face heats up, his ears tingling from the sensation. “I have an editor, so it’s not like I do everything myself,” he says before motioning Y/N to follow him to the living room. “And my job isn’t as hard as you think.”

Y/N lets out a laugh. “You’re the CEO of a business. That sounds hard to me.”

Bounding Ball LTD is hard. He can’t lie about it or even try to minimize it. It made his life a disaster in the beginning, since he was so unsure of what he was doing. It’s gotten easier, though. There’s a routine with regularly scheduled meetings as well as delegating tasks to others. He looks over at Y/N, who is looking at him. His face only burns more.

“It’s not as bad as it seems,” he says before looking over toward the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink? Kuro and Lev are getting pizza right now.”

“I’m good right now, but I do have this to give you,” Y/N says as he offers the bag of chocolate-covered potato chips to Kenma.

“You didn’t have to,” Kenma says, not making an effort to move to take them.

“But you didn’t get any last time. I feel bad.” Y/N hasn’t moved from holding out the bag for Kenma to take. “So, come on, take it. You can throw it away if you’d like, but at least take it.”

Kenma smiles slightly, but how they’re angled toward each other makes it hard for Y/N to see. He takes a step toward Y/N and grabs the bag before staring at it and then looking at Y/N. “I wouldn’t throw it away,” he says, and Y/N’s smile grows before he laughs a little.

“I didn’t actually think you would,” Y/N says, and then he lets out a soft sigh. He looks around, and Kenma suddenly feels so very vulnerable, like Y/N can see everything there is to him when he can’t. “So, you live here.”

“Yeah,” Kenma whispers as he puts the bag on the coffee table in his living room. “Shoyo has been staying with me recently, so it’s nice having all the room.” His nose scrunches slightly. “We have very different concepts of time, to say the least.”

Y/N laughs as he walks around the living room. “He’s a morning person and you’re barely a person?” he asks, but he’s not looking at Kenma. He’s looking at the photos hanging on the walls.

Kenma hadn’t even been the one to hang the photos up. His mother decorated with the few photos she was willing to give up while Kuroo hung up others and Shoyo brought more. It isn’t that he can’t say no to them about it, but more that he doesn’t mind the photos. Although he never planned on being one of those people with photos lining their walls, he enjoys them.

“Oh, you went to Nekoma,” Y/N says, stopping in front of a team photo from Kenma’s second year. “My cousin went there.”

“Do I know them?” Kenma asks, and Y/N shakes his head.

“No, she’s older than you.” He looks like he’s studying the photo, and Kenma’s nerves are screaming. “She played volleyball, too—was captain of the girls’ team, actually.”

“So, you know a lot about volleyball?” Kenma asks, and Y/N looks over his shoulder at him. His smile is amused, almost like he’s trying not to laugh, and Kenma doesn’t understand what’s funny.

“I’m surrounded by volleyball players,” Y/N says, and he turns to face Kenma entirely. “Tooru, Hajime, and Masaru played all throughout junior high and high school, so I was surrounded by it.” He chuckles. “I never joined the team, but I was basically an honorary player with how much I helped them out.”

Kenma’s interest skyrockets. He doesn’t know why knowing that Y/N and his group were part of volleyball is so exciting for Kenma, but it is. It feels like there’s suddenly a connection between them that he wants to pull on and bring them closer in a way that doesn’t make much sense. He doesn’t know much about Y/N, but he wants to. He really wants to.

“Were they any good?” Kenma asks, and Y/N carefully nods.

“Yeah, but they weren’t nationals good,” Y/N says, and Kenma nods. “They were a powerhouse school for our prefecture, but they wouldn’t have made it at nationals.”

Y/N is suddenly sitting down at the table, looking up at Kenma, when Kenma realizes they’ve been awkwardly standing this whole time. He quickly sits down across from him. His nerves continue eating at him. He’s well versed in social anxiety, but this is different. He’s not exactly sure how, but it is.

Y/N’s phone dings, and he smiles when he pulls it out of his pocket and reads the notification. “My people are on their way,” he says before pocketing his phone and placing his hands on the table. He tilts his head and squints at Kenma. “Tell me about yourself.”

Kenma blinks. “What?”

“Tell me about yourself,” Y/N repeats before resting his cheek against his palm. “Tell me who kodzuken really is.”

Kenma suddenly doesn’t know who he really is. This has him questioning if he ever really knew who he is. He tries to not let his panic show, though.

“I’m pretty much the same as I am online,” Kenma says with a shrug, trying to seem so collected. It feels sort of like a lie. “Are you different from dailyln?”

Y/N’s smile is so beautiful, and he nods. “Of course I am.” His hand falls to the table as he sits up. “I can pretend to be whatever I want online. Charismatic is one of them. I only had two friends until I was 15, when I managed to convince someone else to be my friend, and those two friends were Tooru and Hajime.”

Even knowing that, Kenma wants to argue with him that he is charismatic, but subtly. Y/N gives off extrovert vibes until you’ve been around him for more than 30 minutes, which is when it becomes very clear he’s an introvert. Kenma noticed how Y/N leans into Tooru a lot and how restless he’d been—fingers strumming against the table and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He spoke a lot, but sometimes so quietly that Kenma had to force his ears to listen harder.

Kenma remembers Yachi speaking to Y/N, and Y/N smiled at them as they spoke. Yachi immediately brightened up and spoke more than Kenma had ever seen before. Everyone watched—unable to look away. Maybe Y/N thinks he isn’t charismatic because he’s an introvert, but that’s not the case. A simple smile and laugh have people wanting more from him.

“How did you meet them?” Kenma asks, and Y/N looks at the photos on the walls.

“Lived in the same neighborhood.” Y/N laughs a little. “I was friends with Tooru first, and our friendship actually started when I shoved him at the park for calling me pretty.” He looks at Kenma. “He and Hajime already knew each other, so that’s how I met him, and Masaru is his younger brother.”

“Kuro is who I’ve made most of my friends from,” Kenma says in a soft voice. “He made me join the volleyball team. Guilt tripped me and everything, but it did lead me to meeting my friends.”

“Well, you are friends with a lot of great people, so it seems like it worked out in your favor.”

The doorbell rings, and both of them jump. Some satisfaction settles in Kenma that he’s not the only person who jumps at loud noises. He quickly stands up and hurries to the front door. Hopefully, it’s Kuroo and Lev with the pizza because he’s slowly starting to get hungry.

All of Y/N’s “people” stand outside his front door. He gestures for them to come in, and he sees that Y/N followed him to the door when he turns. He flinches slightly, but tries to pretend it didn’t happen.

“You can put your coats there,” Kenma says, motioning to the coat rack. He can’t bring himself to make eye contact with anyone. “We were in the living room.”

Y/N passes him, going straight to Tooru. “Hey,” he says before giving Tooru a quick kiss. The way they smile at each other exudes love. They look like they’ve never loved anything more than they do each other.

“Hey, you,” Tooru says, voice soft. Kenma feels like he’s intruding on a gentle moment. “How was your meeting?”

“Excuse them, they always do this when they see each other,” Sugawara says, and Kenma slowly nods. “You get used to it after a while, but it may be a long while. I think it took Daichi several months.”

“It did not,” Daichi says, and Sugawara rolls his eyes.

“Come on, I wanna get started,” Masaru whines. Kenma looks at Tooru and Y/N, who aren’t paying attention to anything but each other.

Tooru wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and looks at Masaru. “Stop complaining. Tobio-chan said he’d wait for you to call.”

Then Tooru and Masaru start bickering slightly, which Kenma expects from siblings. Kuroo and his sister bicker all the time, so he’s used to it. What Kenma doesn’t expect is for Y/N to be looking at them with a gentle, fond smile. Does love make you feel like that? Kenma doesn’t know what love feels like, and he’s never been sure if he’s wanted to.

There was the brief crush he had on Akaashi during their second year of high school. Kuroo likes to say it was more than brief, but it was brief. There’s also Shoyo, who Kenma has always had weird feelings for, but they’re friends. Being friends feels far more comfortable than trying to become anything else with Shoyo. He doesn’t think about love a lot, but he can’t avoid thinking about it right now. Not with how Y/N and Tooru look at each other.

“Hey, let’s go to the living room now,” Y/N says, mainly to Tooru and Masaru. Kenma nods, but Sugawara hits Y/N slightly as he scolds him for “being demanding.” Y/N shrugs. “Kenma’s waiting for us, and we all know he’s not going to rush us, and you guys take forever.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tooru says, and it’s then that Kenma notices how nicely dressed Tooru is. He’s wearing a white button down under a forest green sweater tucked into black slacks. Did he and Y/N just decide to overdress without consulting anyone else? “Let’s go.”

Masaru hurries by Kenma, even though he doesn’t know where they’re going. Kenma looks to everyone else, wanting to see if maybe that’s strange or in character, and none of them look fazed. Tooru pulls Y/N closer, and an uneasy feeling bubbles in his stomach. He’s not sure why he feels like this, but all he wants to do is look away. Why? They’re his friends.

The front door opens without the doorbell going off, which is what Kenma expects from everyone he knows. Kuroo and Lev stand there with 10 boxes of pizza since Kenma hadn’t known how much to get. All he knows is that everyone will get at least one slice and some can get more than one if they want.

“Y/N!” Lev yells, and Y/N flinches a little as he looks over at Lev. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” Y/N says, and the laugh he lets out is strained and uncomfortable. “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Lev says, and he grins. “I finally talked to Kaori today.” It’s quiet, as if he’s expecting them all to know how to react to that. “The girl from my government class.”

Y/N nods a little. “That’s good, I think?” He looks at Kenma. “Is that good? At least for your sanity?”

Kenma glares at Lev, because Lev is only going to be even worse than he is now. Although, he didn’t say anything in the group chat, so maybe he won’t talk about only her constantly. Either way, it isn’t good for his sanity since Lev is involved. (It’s not like he hates Lev, because he doesn’t. Lev just manages to get on every single one of his nerves without trying. He tried cutting off contact with Lev after high school, but Shoyo and Kuroo made it too hard to actually accomplish that.)

“No, he’s only going to be even more of a pain in the ass,” Kenma says, and Y/N chuckles.

“Don’t be too mean to him. He only wants to be your friend,” Y/N says, and he looks at Lev. “Isn’t that right, Lev?”

Lev aggressively nods, the boxes of pizza in his arms shaking slightly. He then rambles about how amazing he finds Kenma, and Y/N sends Kenma a teasing look. It makes Kenma look away and his face burn. He isn’t sure why he thought Y/N would take his side and make fun of Lev with him, but that isn’t what’s happening. Instead, Y/N has set it up to where Kenma will eventually have to say he and Lev are friends to avoid a natural disaster.

He tries to remain as physically unaffected as possible as he takes them to the living room. Masaru pops his head out from the kitchen doorway. “Your kitchen is huge,” he says, and that familiar twinkle dances in his eyes. “Can I use it sometime?”

“Why would you want to borrow someone else’s kitchen when you have your own?” Kuroo asks, and Masaru huffs before shaking his head at him.

“Obviously, I can make more food in a bigger kitchen,” Masaru says, and he looks at Kenma. His green eyes are vibrant, even from across the room. “Business majors can never see the entire picture.”

Kenma rolls his eyes at Kuroo’s offended expression, but dread fills him when Kuroo smirks. “Kenma lets everyone borrow his kitchen.” He looks at Kenma. “Don’t you, Kenma?”

“I guess?” Kenma says, because he’s let the people who have asked borrow it in the past. Not many of his friends enjoy cooking, though. So it’s something that came with the house and that his mother uses whenever she comes to visit.

“Really?” Masaru asks, and he sounds a kid on Christmas. “Thank you so much, Kenma! I have so many things I want to make, but I can make you anything you like. I really like baking, actually—”

“Masaru,” Tooru says, and Masaru falls quiet. “Can we talk?”

Masaru nods reluctantly. “Sure, but only because you’re being really weird.”

Tooru pulls away from Y/N, and Masaru follows him outside. The front door closes, and Y/N looks over at Kenma. He doesn’t seem affected by that, even though half the room is genuinely confused about what’s going on.

“Are you really going to let him use your kitchen?” Y/N asks, and Kenma nods.

“I don’t see why not.”

Y/N’s smile is soft but strained. Almost like he wants to smile, but it’s hard to. “Well, just make sure someone is with him or else he may burn the place down.”

Sugawara laughs. “Yeah, he tends to get a bit carried away during baking.”

“Maybe we can all bake together or something?” Y/N offers, and Kenma can’t stop looking at him. He’s telling himself it’s because Y/N is talking, but it feels like more than that. Y/N tilts his head to the side. “What do you say, Kenma? Wanna bake together one day?”

Kenma wants to hide inside his hoodie. The amount of attention he’s getting is so overwhelming that he’s not sure if he even likes it. He’s never been someone who likes attention aimed only at him, so this is slight torture. It’s not entirely bad when it’s Y/N, but it is. It’s a different kind of uncomfortable that he doesn’t know how to explain.

“Good luck with that,” Kuroo says, and everyone looks at him instead of Kenma. “Kenma doesn’t cook or bake. Never has.”

“Yeah, he eats a lot of takeout or food his mom makes,” Lev says, and Kenma wants to hit both of them. “He refuses to eat Kuroo’s food, though.”

“And why is that?” Y/N asks as he looks back at Kenma. There’s a level of teasing in his voice that makes goosebumps rise on Kenma’s skin. “Does he not know how?”

“Kuro’s obsessed with salt,” Kenma says, and he’s not sure how he even got that out. Right now, he just wants to explode or go into hiding. No in between.

“I’ll believe it when he makes something for me,” Y/N says, and he looks at Kuroo with a playful smile. One that makes Kenma’s stomach flip without it being directed at him. “You’ll make me something, won’t you?”

Kuroo’s face turns a dusty pink, and Kenma is glad that means he’s not the only one affected by Y/N. He’s also glad that the teasing is no longer completely aimed at him.

Kuroo laughs a little as he nods. “Sure, what do you want me to make you?”

“I’ll let you know when I think of it.”

The front door opens, and everyone who had been missing is suddenly there. They’re faster on moving to the living room this time, and Shoyo quickly grabs paper plates from Kenma’s kitchen. It’s not cramped like it was at Y/N’s and Tooru’s apartment, which is a relief. They all sit in a similar order, though. Y/N lights up when Tooru sits down next to him, handing him a plate with pizza on it. Y/N opens a bottle of water, taking a long drink, and Kenma doesn’t look away.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Y/N says after he’s cleared his throat. Everyone looks at him. “Here are all the scripts. Please look over them while I talk. I’ve written down the roles already taken, so figure out who you’d like to be.”

The teasing demeanor is gone as Y/N goes over everything. He sits up straight and tall as he explains the short film. Kenma sees what Y/N means when he says he’s not the same person in real life compared to online, but he is. He’s a different variation of himself, and there’s nothing wrong with that. People change who they are depending on their comfort level and audience, and it’s human. It’s also something Kenma can’t stand, but he understands it, especially with Y/N. All he wants to know are how many different variations of Y/N are there? Can he get to know every variation? Does he want to?

Kenma likes challenge and mystery, but not always when it comes to people. There’s something about Y/N, though. Something similar to Shoyo when they met in Kenma’s second year. A connection that’s easy, but there are still nerves eating at him at the same time. It’s different. Things are so different and the same, and Kenma wants to understand it all.

“So, anyone have an idea for who they might want to be?” Y/N asks, and several people raise their hands. His smile fights against his serious demeanor, and Kenma just wants to understand him.

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sherwoodkiller-a · 4 years

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when jason dean was sixteen , he moved to gilbert , arizona . it was hot and shitty and humid as fuck , making it hard to wear his trench coat at any given time . it’s been three years since the death of marissa dean , his mother , and two months since he legally changed his name from jaimie dean to jason dean .

by the time big bud and jason moved to gilbert , it was only a month until finals before summer break . unfortunately , jason still had to attend classes and then do the finals , even if he would only be attending the school for this time . after all , he wouldn’t be returning in the fall .

insert chemistry class , and one benjamin knott .

he’s one of , if not the most , beautiful boys jason’s ever seen . untamed light brown hair , circular glasses that are a little bit too small for his face , brilliant brown eyes . he wore ridiculous patterned shirts , too bright and loud for jason’s taste , but he wore them well . right off the bat , he offered to help catch jason up to speed . and , though jason knew what he was doing , he couldn’t say no to him .

everyday after school was spent in the library , benji catching him up on pre - calculus , with jason pretending not to know what the fuck he was doing so they could spend more time together . to this day , he has no idea if benji knew that jason was bullshitting about being bad at math –––– all he remembers is benji’s face lighting up when jason presents him with a 97 on the final , saying it was all because he learned from the best . when summer eventually came , they’d go to each other’s houses . well , they mostly went to jason’s . big bud was normally out on site during the day , meaning the house they rented was mostly empty . days were spent playing the original legend of zelda and castlevania , fucking around arizona , taking day trips into phoenix and fucking around metrocentre .

nights were just as killer , though . most of the day trips turned to crashing there , sneaking into long wong’s on mill with fake ids that barely got them in , letting benji convince him to roller skate , and when jason confessed he didn’t know how , showing him by holding his hands and keeping him steady . the night benji taught jason how to roller skate , an hour outside of the homes they were supposed to be at , where nobody knew who they were , jason kissed him for the first time , surrounded by neon lights and horrible disco music and gaggles of people .

from then on , they weren’t just benji and jason , they were benji AND jason . you couldn’t find one without the other . benji was there when jason bought his motorcycle , held onto him tightly from the back of it as jason took sharp turns and laughed so loud it was like he was finally free .

benji was jason’s first everything . first kiss , first boyfriend , first panic of having to jump out of a window at seven am half dressed because benji’s father was approaching the door and jason was most definitely not allowed to stay the night . and , for three months , that was what benji was to jason –––– everything .

but , when august was coming to an end , and the courts had finally , finally given big bud dean the green light for tearing down an abandoned warehouse where they used to ship out hay to the rest of the country , they knew there wasn’t a way to keep their relationship alive . it wasn’t to say that they didn’t love each other , because they did . they were young and in love . but keeping a gay long distance relationship steady in the eighties , when one person moves around no less than six times a year ? it wasn’t salvageable . on august 29th , the two of them bought castlevania ii : simon’s quest , finished it the same day . they went to phoenix that night , got high and went rollerskating , made out in one of the booths where no one could see them , then made it back to gilbert at two am . benji helped him finish packing his clothes .

well , except one thing . a trench coat , not his signature black one , but a light blue one , not as heavy , very lightweight . perfect for arizona heat . jason made sure he left that one behind , snuck it into benji’s overnight bag with a smile and a turquoise necklace in the left pocket .

they locked eyes as the car pulled away from the rental house , jason’s motorbike in the trunk , but his eyes staring out the passenger mirror , so he could look at benji as they drove off . neither of them cried , no , most of the tears were saved for the night before and for when both of them were alone . it was an amicable break up –––– a breakup that let them still have a piece of each other’s hearts . the next place is las vegas , for a little while , jason debates on taking his bike and driving the five hours back south just to kiss benji one last time . but the day he decides he’s going to do it , big bud says it’s time to move again , and then they go to boston , then miami , seattle , evansville , sherwood .

it would take four years for the two of them to be reunited again . veronica and jason are living in a small city in connecticut called meriden . it’s the perfect halfway point between their schools –––– jason was going to columbia university for music , and veronica was going to harvard for ancient studies and an education degree . it worked out nice . neither of you necessarily liked connecticut ( when your dad’s business was stable , you lived in hartford , so it wasn’t horribly unfamiliar , but it brought bad memories ) , and you both decided that new york would be where you would move after veronica graduated , since she would be doing so early .

but the point is , jason went to college in new york , and he loved it . for the first time in his life , he had real , genuine friends . veronica called jason , sebastian , and carey the terrible trio , because they were just that . always fucking around , causing chaos because why not ? carey was fucking batshit , a total asshole and loud as fuck , the biggest prankster jason had ever meant . sebastian was dry humor and really good timing , the muscle , an absolute giant but one of the softest people he had ever met . friends , true , genuine friends .

columbia is where jason finds benjamin knott again , still wearing those obnoxiously loud dress shirts , still with glasses that are a little bit too bit . still just as gorgeous as he remembers him . when they locked eyes , for the first time in four years , they both cried . they skipped both of their next classes , hanging out , hugging each other so fiercely that jason was afraid one of them might get hurt . against all odds , they were in each others lives again , and this time , they weren’t going to let each other go .

and , really , they couldn’t . they had a bond that couldn’t be broken , and it only grew as time went on . jason’s friend group expanded from three to eight in a matter of about a week , including himself . they called themselves the bachelor party , because veronica told the other seven about how sad jason was at the idea of not having any friends so he couldn’t have his own bachelor party one day . thus , the bachelor party was born .

benji is jason’s best man at his and veronica’s wedding . his speech brought tears to everyone’s eyes , including his own . it was heart wrenchingly beautiful , the way he talked about the boy with an ash covered heart , the boy he knew when he was young , and who that boy ended up becoming .

veronica and jason couldn’t have children naturally . as a trans man , it would’ve been impossible . but veronica wasn’t short on either money or time . science was what lead them to have their first born daughter , athena celeste sawyer - dean . the day that she was born , jason got two new members into his family . his daughter , and benji , athena’s god father . the two of them were linked , forever . when jason’s son , julian gordon sawyer - dean , was born three years later , benji became his god father , too . and when benji and his husband , michael bloomfield , adopted their daughter , bridget , jason became her god father .

in a way , benji and jason are definitely soulmates . just , maybe not in a traditional way . everyone can have multiple . veronica is the love of jason’s life , the reason he gets out of bed , his holy grail . but benji was jason’s first love . and without him , jason wouldn’t have been able to love veronica , or anyone . he put the foundation down for jason to be able to heal , and that’s the best thing he could have ever done for him .

#so this took me about four hours to write.#PLEASE read this. i mention benji in a lot of threads. he's so fucking important.#benji is the reason why jason is able to love veronica: and here's my essay to prove it.#it's really fucking long. maybe sixteen paragraphs.#❝ 🔪 » headcanon. / everyone’s life has got static.

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myssamyss · 5 years

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Everything Stays, Part 5 of 6

Inspired by: “Malon 1″, “Malon 3″, and “Malon 4″ by Jojo

Part 5: Crystal Tide Rising

Warriors was wrong, and Wild felt lighter for it. A small weight had settled in his chest when Time first announced their detour, but the pasturelands that now surrounded them were certainly no castle, and the woman kissing Time looked nothing like Zelda. Instead, everything about this woman announced her commonness, from her simple cotton clothes to the long working-apron belted to her waist. She held Time with two strong arms that had clearly seen hard labor. Her hair was tied back in what would be an unassuming style, were it not for its startling red color.

The heroes murmured their surprise.

“It’s not Zelda, pay up!” Legend whispered with glee.

Warriors grudgingly handed over a bag of rupees.

Sky clearly didn’t mind being wrong—he was beaming widely at the pair. Wild glanced at Twilight, whose face held happy wonder, and at Hyrule who, to Wild’s surprise, looked just as excited to see Time’s heartfelt reunion with his redheaded spouse.

“Everyone, this is my wife, Malon,” Time announced proudly, sporting a brighter smile than Wild had ever seen from him.

They piled into a small ranch house. Malon greeted each Link in turn with a warm smile and kind words, and Wild was immediately struck by her sincerity. As she flitted from hero to hero, Wild took the opportunity to glance around Time’s house, noting simple plaster-and-wood walls that held weapons and presumed mementos, a small vase of fresh wildflowers, wooden furniture appearing modest yet well-kept, and unadorned windows that lit the rooms with country sunshine. The ranch house held the lived-in feel of a true home, and Wild’s heart cheered with memories of Hateno.

Time seemed cheerful as well. His good eye crinkled with devotion and remained fixed on Malon even when he shrugged out of his equipment and hung his sword casually near the door. Wild noticed a new easiness to Time’s walk as he led the heroes outside to help with chores.

Later that afternoon, Wild joined Malon in the cozy kitchen. He’d been volunteered for cooking duty.

“My husband says you’re good with a cooking pot,” Malon told him, smiling. She grabbed a cotton apron hanging from the wall and tied it firmly behind her back, then she tucked her red bangs behind her ears. Wild gathered his long blonde hair and re-bound it securely just below his neck. The ranch kitchen was small but well-stocked, boasting a full array of cookware that Wild rarely had access to on the road.

He grinned and shrugged.

“So, I was thinking,” Malon said, “this many people, on such short notice but still hours before dinner? It’s gotta be-”

“Stew,” they finished together. Malon beamed, and Wild found himself laughing.

“Exactly,” Malon said. “And we have plenty of milk and fresh cream, so probably something with a creamy base...”

“Do you have any radishes?” Wild asked, an idea forming is his mind.

“Out in the garden we do!” she told him with a small bounce.

“I have a recipe, but we’ll probably need to substitute some things,” Wild considered.

“We have a full pantry, hopefully it’ll do. And I just canned some berries last week, so I was thinking of sweet bread and jam for dessert, if you can do bread,” she said.

Wild grinned. He thought of the small clay oven in his own kitchen, and sweet memories of restful days spent baking. “I can do bread,” he told her, running a bashful hand behind his scarred ear.

The clatter of utensils and easy conversation filled the kitchen as they cooked together in happy company. The experience felt oddly familiar, and Wild struggled to place it. His thoughts flashed to little Koko in Kakariko; was he remembering that time he’d helped her prepare the recipes she’d learned from her mother? But no, that memory wasn’t quite a match... Where had he learned to cook from? he silently pondered. He’d woken up with an uncanny knack for paring vegetables, simmering sauces, and picking spices that only grew stronger with each recipe he learned. Maybe he’d once cooked with his mother, too. He’d add it to his long list of things to wonder about.

Wild had just begun mixing a sweet glaze for the bread when the other heroes piled into the kitchen through the creaky back door, led by Time. The Old Man wore a white linen shirt that contrasted sharply with his usual armored appearance. He gathered his arms around Malon even as she vigorously stirred the huge, simmering pot on the stove, earning him a playful kick and mischievous grin from his wife.

Wild finished mixing the glaze in absentminded contentment as Malon and Time entertained the eager heroes with stories of their past. He turned to retrieve the bread dough from where he’d left it to rise, and suddenly realized that the previously lighthearted conversation had shifted.

“WHAT?” Time demanded, leveling his good eye at Malon.

“Now-now, don’t worry—” Malon returned easily, but Time cut her off.

“Don’t WORRY!?”

“Don’t you start!”

Wild stared in disbelief, but the argument faded as soon as it had begun. It wasn’t long before the spouses shot sly looks at each other and Wild could see there’d been no harm done.

He transferred the dough to a deep pan, then he dunked his floured hands into the sink basin, all the while marveling at how Time and Malon had built such familiarity that they could argue openly and still make up with ease. A contrasting memory of a moss-covered shrine, Zelda stalking angrily toward him, and his own conspicuous silence rose in Wild’s mind.

“No doubt you boys are all thinking about your own situations,” Malon told the group. Wild immediately dropped his eyes to the bread pan now clutched in his clean hands. Time’s wife was clearly perceptive.

“You know one Link, you know them all,” Malon continued. “I’m sure you’ve found a gal with a little sass. You’re all attracted to that spark. It’s like you boys love a battle or something.”

She thumped Time’s shoulder playfully with the back of her mixing spoon. He turned, attempting to catch her in another bear hug, and knocked over the full jar of jam Wild had left opened on the wooden counter. Wild’s eyes went wide as the jar flew, showering the Hero of Time in gooey purple jam.

Time froze. He lowered his gaze to his ruined white shirt. For a moment, Wild feared he might become angry, but Malon cut through the tension easily.

“What did I say,” she joked with a cheeky grin. “Looks like I won that battle.”

“You’re right,” Time began, turning to her slowly. “Then let me congratulate your victory!” he announced, snuggling into his wife’s side and playfully smearing purple berries across her rosy cheek.

Wild breathed a sigh of relief and popped the bread pan into the warm oven. As he took a seat at the crowded table beside Warriors, he watched the berry-covered couple dissolve into giggles.

Wild was struck by just how differently Time acted on the ranch. Warriors had been very wrong, because Time was relaxed and even playful here. He wasn’t a man constantly on duty. Here, Wild saw that Time had clearly found peace. He told Warriors as much in a low voice.

Warriors flashed him a knowing grin. “Sounds like that’s what you want, too.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Wild replied. “But I bought a house...”

***

The heroes fell into an easy routine of chores, hearty meals, and soft beds (or at least, soft blankets over a wooden floor, which was still an improvement to cold ground). On their third day, Wild was surprised when Time called him from the kitchen to muck stalls with Twilight. Wild figured he’d be more of a hindrance than a help to the farmer, but he went along anyway. The two friends grabbed pitchforks and began sifting manure from the hay. Twilight hummed loudly through a few minutes of work, then he turned and shook his head at Wild.

“Two things,” Twilight told him. “One: you gotta really get under that hay, not just the stuff on top.”

Wild rolled his eyes and dug his pitchfork deeper into the soiled hay.

“Two: can we talk about what’s going on with you?” Twilight asked pointedly. He stared at Wild across the horse stall.

“What?” Wild asked.

“C’mon, you’ve been a little off for awhile now.”

Wild nudged the edge of his pitchfork with his boot. He knew how important this detour was for Twilight, and he’d been trying hard not to dampen it with his own problems. “I’m fine,” he replied.

“Really?” Twilight challenged. He flipped his pitchfork over in his hands with quick ease and playfully knocked Wild’s ankle with the wooden handle. Wild stumbled, unprepared. Twilight twirled his makeshift weapon and came around for another shot at Wild’s leg. Wild fumbled with his pitchfork and attempted a block with the tines, but he was too slow. Twilight hooked them with his own pitchfork and smoothly disarmed him. Wild’s pitchfork sailed across the stable. It hit the wall with a dull THWAP, then fell into the hay.

Wild stared sheepishly at his lost weapon.

“It’s about your Zelda, right?” Twilight raised his eyebrows in knowing accusation as he relaxed out of his fighting stance.

Wild didn’t even bother acting surprised; he’d explained much of his past during odd hours of the night while taking watch alongside Twilight’s giant wolf form. Wild knew that trying to deflect his friend’s concern any further would be pointless.

Wild twisted his mouth and finally nodded. “I don’t think she knows how much I don’t know,” he admitted. “About her. And everything that happened. Before.”

Twilight set his pitchfork against the wooden wall and crossed his arms in front of his broad shoulders. “I thought she knew you lost your memory.”

“She does. And like, I’ve gotten a few things back. It’s just so few, I don’t think she knows how few.”

“Why doesn’t she know?” Twilight pressed.

Wild shrugged. “Well, I don’t say much when I’m with her.”

Twilight gave him a patronizing look.

“Wild.”

“What?” Wild’s voice came out more defensive than he intended.

“Why not?”

“I dunno, I don’t have much to say,” Wild said lamely.

Twilight chuckled. “That’s a lie. I mean, you don’t talk out of your ass, but when you do talk you have plenty to say.”

“Fine, I dunno then. I guess I never really saw myself talking with her, in what I saw from before. And it’s not like we’re traveling together for the company, we have work to do.”

“Did she tell you that?”

Wild thought of the diary that he still felt strange to have read. I wish to talk with him more, she had written, to hear him speak freely and openly. He wondered, had they gotten that chance to talk? In many of his memories she was clearly frustrated by him, but in later memories they seemed so close. And after they left the castle, she acted close. What conversations had passed between them that he could only guess at? Who had she been expecting when she woke him from the shrine?

He realized Twilight was still waiting for an answer.

“Well, no. But I mean, she never really wanted me there… And maybe she grew to like me when we were traveling. But that was old me. Before.”

“Seems like you’re really struggling with this. You in love?” Twilight lobbed the question so casually—it hit Wild completely off guard. His breathing tripped and his face flooded with heat as he sputtered for an answer.

Twilight let the damning silence linger for a moment, then he mercifully doubled back to Wild’s last coherent statement. “For what it’s worth,” Twilight told him, “I appreciate whoever the ‘you’ is now.” He gave Wild an affectionate shove that broke through his burning embarrassment.

“That’s so sweet, wolfie,” Wild shot back.

Twilight rolled his eyes and grabbed his pitchfork. “You know who you should talk to about this? Malon.”

Wild threw him a dubious look. “You’re just saying that because she’s your long-lost grandma.”

“No, I’m saying it because she’s smart and kind and she knows how to talk sense into troubled heroes.”

Wild recognized wisdom in Twilight’s point, but he still sighed and turned away. “I’ll think about it,” he told Twilight.

Twilight shrugged and dug his pitchfork into the hay as he began humming his song once more. Wild retrieved his own fork from the far side of the stall where it had landed. As Twilight’s notes filled the stable, he realized the song was familiar. Hadn’t Time hummed the same melody, after their conversation on the road? Come to think of it, the melody seemed to stir up a cloudy memory, as if he’d heard it long before meeting Time...

“Twi, isn’t that Time’s song?” Wild asked.

Twilight glanced up. “Oh, yeah, he knows it too. We share a lot of songs,” he laughed. “It’s like our horse song—he says he learned that one from Malon.” Twilight beamed.

“What’s this one called?”

“I dunno.” Twilight shrugged and returned to mucking. Wild joined him, brushing the thought from his mind. But later that day, as Wild helped Malon prepare dinner, he realized that she, too, was humming the exact same tune.

“That’s a nice song,” he told her as she handed him two eggs.

She smiled brightly, then she poured a generous splash of milk over a steaming bowl of potatoes. “Thanks. It’s very special to me. Link wrote it. He plays it best.”

“Huh,” Wild said, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know he played anything.” He cracked the eggs into his bowl and began to stir.

“Few people do,” she returned.

Mysterious songs aside, maybe he should talk to Malon about Zelda, Wild thought to himself. Twilight was right, she seemed to have a wisdom about these things. A wisdom about Links, at least. And Time said she knew everything about his adventures. Surely Wild’s own situation couldn’t be more convoluted than the Old Man’s, he convinced himself.

“So, wanna tell me about this girl?” Malon asked him.

Wild’s wooden spoon clattered to the floor. “What?”

“Did I get it wrong?” Malon asked, her face becoming suddenly apologetic. “Sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t‘ve assumed.”

Wild grabbed the spoon from the floor and dropped it into the soapy sink basin. “No, you’re right. It’s just… not like that.”

“Well, then why don’t you tell me how it is?”

***

Malon trudged back to the ranch. She led her horse by the reigns; she didn’t want to overburden the mare after such a long day. Her father had sent her on a tedious series of traveling chores that began before sunrise, and Malon felt overjoyed to finally be home. Maybe tonight she’d try talking with Link, she thought to herself. He seemed distant lately. Only a few months had passed since he’d found her in his room, the evening she’d broken his trust. Sure, they’d made up—Link had a knack for forgiveness—but she still felt a fierce need to defend their growing closeness. She feared making another careless mistake. Would Link be so quick to forgive again?

She returned the mare to her stall, then left the stable and caught a glimpse of the setting sun as it dipped just beneath the horizon. Chilled evening air met her face and crickets sang in the tall grass. And on the breeze, she heard another sound... a strange, clear, lilting tune rising from somewhere ahead of her.

The notes were pure and otherworldly. The sound was growing louder now as she approached the main corral. She turned past the stable. A dazzling sight met her.

The field beyond the fence was aglow in a half-dozen colors of soft light. Pinpricks of shining yellows and light blues twinkled in the grass among the thistle, while soft pinks and whites floated whimsically through the air. As she approached, the music grew louder still. Each note sang through the evening air with a keen clarity.

It was a familiar tune, yet it wasn’t. She recognized bits of her mother’s melody, but with unexpected climbs followed by dips that turned the song into something more daring. If her mother’s song spoke of contentment, then this song cried out with wondrous hope.

As she opened the gate, her eyes found the very person she hoped for: Link knelt in the middle of the field on a woolen blanket while lights twinkled all around. And there, held to his lips with both hands, was the ocarina. A path of flickering glass jars lit her way to him.

Link had been absent often lately, disappearing from the ranch at odd times to odd places and leaving Malon to worry that they were growing apart again. But now she realized that he hadn’t been pulling away, he’d been preparing.

The cool grass brushed against her ankles as she made her way across the field. She saw that some of the jars held yellow tea lights, but others were filled with a strange blue fire that licked at the glass. As she neared, she realized the floating lights came from dozens of fairies dancing through the air. Malon gasped in wonder. She had never seen so many fairies in one place before.

Link glanced up at her beneath heavy lids. The dazzling lights reflected in the shine of his eyes and their corners crinkled in a smile. Malon folded her skirt as she sat gently beside him on the soft woolen blanket. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she feared distracting him from his song, so she clasped her hands tightly in her lap to keep them from wandering and instead marveled at him as he played. His fingers darted across the instrument with a casual sureness and his chest rose and fell as he shaped each phrase. She’d heard him play only a few times before, and never with such sincerity.

The song slowed to a conclusion so sweet and hopeful that she felt tears welling in her eyes. Link lowered the instrument gently to his lap, then he raised his gaze to her.

“That was incredible,” she breathed.

Link smiled. “I made it for you. It’s your song,” he told her simply.

Malon felt stunned. She struggled with the gravity of his words. Because until moments ago, she doubted whether she would ever see the ocarina again. And now, he had used the ocarina to shape a song made just for her.

His face grew deadly serious as he carefully laid the ocarina beside him on the soft blanket. “I have something for you, if you’ll have it,” Link told her. His voice shook yet his eyes were resolute. Malon bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

He reached behind him and came back up with an ornate turquoise box, inlaid with gleaming yellow metal. He held the box out to her and pulled back the lid on its hinges, revealing what lay inside.

A large ring of sparkling amethyst and gold sat nestled on a satin pillow. The ring boasted a large center stone cut like a star, surrounded with dozens of smaller inlaid sister-stones adorning the band. The gems cast many-colored prisms of reflection in every direction around them. The ring was dazzling and entirely too much. Link’s face broke into a wide smile, gleaming in the light.

“Malon,” he began, and she saw the box shaking in his hand. “I love you. And I want to commit to you. No matter where or when we are, for the now and for the future.” He paused to draw a breath. “You are strong, and true, and kind... Will you have me?”

Malon nodded wildly as tears finally leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Yes, of course!” she cried. “Of course, Fairy Boy, a hundred times over!” She threw herself into his arms and he caught her, as he always did and always would. She kissed his cheek and his eyelid and his nose before finally kissing his lips. He returned her kiss more deeply than he ever had before, running his free hand through the hair at the nape of her neck.

When they finally broke apart, Malon found herself giggling wildly. Link’s joyous gaze remained fixed on her as their chests heaved with shared breathlessness.

“So, you want this?” Link asked, one hand still clutching the ring box.

“I dunno, I’m kind of afraid to wear it…” she began, eyeing the ornate ring suspiciously. But Link’s wide-eyed look of eager expectation convinced her to reach out her hand. He slipped the ring to the knuckle of her finger, then she used her right hand to pull it the rest of the way. It would certainly take some getting used to, she thought to herself as she fanned out her fingers and studied the ring. Then she glanced around the wondrously lit field once more.

“I do have to ask one thing,” Malon began.

Link gave a small frown of concern.

“No, I didn’t mean to worry you!” she told him. “I was just wondering, how did you get so many fairies here, Fairy Boy?”

Link chuckled. “I just asked them,” he said with a small shrug. Malon gave a loud, clear laugh at the obviousness of his answer.

“Speaking of, thank you, everyone!” Link announced to the field, and the lights in the sky wavered, then began to flit away.

Malon watched keenly, fascinated, until the only glow that remained was from the fire-filled jars. Then she snuggled into Link’s side and tucked her cheek into his broad shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist.

The two stayed entwined together, curled in complete, consummate happiness as the moon rose high in the night sky. ____________________ Author’s Note: thanks as always to @clumsydarknut for beta-reading.

#Linked Universe #LinkedUniverse #LU #Time #Wild #Malon #Twilight #MaLink #Breath of the Wild #Ocarina of Time #Majora's Mask #Legend of Zelda #LoZ #Hero of TIme #Hero of the Wild #Everything Stays

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jdc1717 · 5 years

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Are you ok? I’m fine

Basically: Link is happy, so why isn’t she?

Hehehe, this got sad. This could be seen as a sequel to Trust, but you don’t need to read that to make sense of this.

Also two fics in one week?! Woohoo!

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“Link, could you get me the bread?” Marin called from where she was standing next to the table.

Link grabbed the bread from the cupboard. “Yeah. Do you need anything else?”

“Well, now that you mention it....” She smiled wickedly.

“No, I’m already regretting asking.”

She pouted as he walked to the table with the bread. He kissed her cheek as an apology. She smiled and pecked his lips.

They both sat at the table and started getting to work on making sandwiches. If peanut butter ended up on someone’s nose then it was an honest mistake.

They spent the next hour preparing food and packing supplies. Both hummed the same song as they worked. The two were out of their house by noon and walked to a nearby field.

Already there with a picnic blanket laid out were Zelda, Ravio, and Hilda. They were all having a conversation with each other and seemed to be having a fun time.

She grabbed onto Link’s arm and forced him to pick up his pace,ignoring the picnic basket in his arms. Their three friends soon saw them coming and stood up.

“Hey you two! You guys are late!” Zelda jokingly scolded. Ravio and Hilda did not laugh behind her back.

“Sorry,” Marin laughed as Link set the picnic basket down, “This one isn’t all that good and cooking.”

Hilda blinked, “But...wasn’t it just sandwiches?”

Link covered his face in his hands and groaned. The other four laughed.

“Why do I hang out with you all?” Link asked no one particular.

“We’re fun.” Ravio said.

“You love us.” Zelda added.

“You’d miss us if we weren’t here.” Hilda piped in.

Marin rolled her eyes and smiled playfully, “Because you married me. You’ll never escape me now.”

Link gasped dramatically, “NO. My life is now over.”

“The better question is why I married such a jerk.” Marin swatted Link’s arm.

Link laughed, it was a good day. The sky was clear and he was able to be with his friends.

“Wake up, Legend. Please!”

Link snapped his head around. Where did the voice come from? Why did it sound so familiar?

“Link? What's wrong?” Marin asked. They were all staring at him.

He looked at them all. “Did you guys hear that?”

“Hear what?” Ravio looked around.

“Nothing. I must have imagined it.” Link forced the thought away and sat down on the picnic blanket.

He quickly forgot all about the panicked voice.

They sat, ate, and talked until sunset. Link pulled a small harp from the picnic blanket and tested all the strings. He started playing a song, it was a lullaby. His friends paired up: Marin danced with Zelda and Hilda danced with Ravio.

They laughed and giggled as they danced. Link found himself having fun too, despite not dancing.

Marin walked to Link and held out a hand.

Link raised an eyebrow, “who’s gonna play music?”

Ravio popped next to Link and took the instrument from Link. “me of course.”

“You can play?” Link teased.

“Y’know that really hurts me. Right in my heart.”

“You have one?” Hilda gasped.

Ravio had a look of complete betrayal. “Zelda, Link and Hilda bullying me.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

Ravio gestured wildly, though still holding the instrument. “Something!”

Zelda yawned, “Sorry, it’s my free day.” She didn’t sound sorry at all.

“I see how it is.”

“Just start playing!” Marin told Ravio.

Ravio hastily held the instrument and started to play a song similar to Link’s although there was a slight difference. Lorule probably has a different version.

Marin and Link danced together while Zelda and Hilda did the same. There were more giggles and chats as the night wore on.

Marin was humming along to the song when it happened again.

“Legend! Wake up! Whatever it is isn’t real!”

Link jerked back away from Marin’s grasp. She looked shocked...and sad. He must have hurt her feelings.

“Im sorry, Marin. I just...I swear I heard something.”

Marin wasn’t meeting Link’s gaze.

“I think it's been a long day and night is upon us. We should all be getting home.” Zelda said.

“It’s fine. Lorule has got me used the dark so we don’t have t-”

Ravio was cut off by Hilda who slapped a hand across his mouth. “Yes yes, we’ll be on our way. Thank you all. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight you all!”

The three were quick to leave the scene.

“Very subtle.” Link muttered.

Marin snorted.

“I’m sorry, Marin. I just keep hearing these shouts and...are you sure you can’t hear it?”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Link. We should be getting home, it’s dark.”

Link looked at the quickly darkening night around them. “You’re right.”

The two quickly gathered their things and returned home. Link was worried when Marin didn’t make a sound, not even humming, during the whole way back.

Their house was small and cozy, it felt like home.

“Marin, are you ok?” Link was definitely worried.

Marin wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at a picture hanging on the wall. It was Link and her on their wedding day. Link had worn a suit(for once) while Marin wore a white dress with a white flower in her hair. They were so happy.

“I’m fine. Im sorry.”

Link walked next to her, “Hey, don’t be sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Marin mumbled something that Link didn’t catch.

“What was that?”

“I’m..I’m going to bed early.”

Link watched as she went to their bedroom. “Ok.” What was going on?

Link put away all their things from the day and knocked on their door.

“Come in.”

Link walked into the room. Marin was in their bed. There was a single lantern lit on the side table next to her that provided light.

“You know you don’t have to knock to come in our room.”

“I know.”

Marin rolled her eyes while Link quickly changed clothes before sliding in bed next to her.

“How was your day?” Link asked.

“You were with me the entire time.”

“So you must have had a great day.” Link joked.

She smiled, “Yeah…”

The smile slid off her face.

Link reached for her hand. “Are you alright? You seem upset.”

“Link, I need to tell you something.” She looked sad.

Link remained quiet, waiting for her to say what she wanted.

“I...this isn’t..you need to..you..you.” She looked at him in a way that he couldn’t begin to describe.

“Yeah?”

“This...you..” She took a breath. “I love you.”

Link smiled, though he was pretty sure that that wasn’t what she had been wanting to say. “I love you too.”

Marin gave a sad smile and turned out the lights.

He was at a camp with a few other people. One wore armor and had a scar over one of his eyes. Another had a blue scarf around his neck(Link felt the strange compulsion to argue with him). Two of them were dressed in blue, though one had a hood and the other looked a few years younger. There was a young man with a sailcloth on his shoulders and another with a fur pelt on his. One of them was dressed in four colors and another wore a simple green tunic and trousers(Link didn’t why he felt attached to them).

Everyone seemed to be doing something and Link started to walk away from them. It was strange, he was in his body, but he couldn’t control it.

He walked around the field of grass that they were at. There were ruins all over and he was pretty sure that there was a cliff not too far from where he was. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it would rain soon.

“Legend!” a familiar voice screamed, though he didn’t know how he knew it.

He turned around too see a wizzrobe behind him with a stupid smile. He didn’t have time to grab his sword before he was shot back a few feet. His body hurt as little electrical arches spread across his body.

Link could faintly hear the shouts of others. They sounded..worried? He was probably imagining it.

A loud clap of thunder made him jump. It hurt.

Water quickly started to fall from the sky and Link heard himself curse.

Link forced himself to his feet and looked in front of him. The wizzrobe was still there along with two others. Where had they come from?

Link grabbed his sword and started towards the wizzrobes and his friends. How had he known that they were friends?

Many grunts and clangs could be heard as he got closer to the battle. Link was lifting his sword when all of the sudden someone was next to him.

They were the one wearing the plain tunic and trousers. Hyrule, Link’s mind told him.

“Legend, are you alright?”

Link huffed, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good.”

Link barely had a chance to see the wicked grin and blood red eyes before the sword went through his stomach.

Link shot up gasping. His hands instantly went to where the sword had been.

“It was just a nightmare. It can’t hurt me. Just a dream.” Link told himself.

“Link?”

Marin was sitting up next to him. A worried look on her face.

“Sorry. sorry. It was just a bad dream.”

“Oh...do you want to talk about it?”

“I..it was so weird. There were eight other people, all dressed weirdly, but they looked really similar. And then there were wizzrobes and then i was stabbed and i just...i don’t know.”

Why did Marin look so conflicted?

“Link...do you want to go watch the sunrise? We haven’t for so long.”

He wasn’t sure why she was bringing that up. Then again, he felt a pull that told him to. “Of course Marin.”

They were soon out of the house. They were silent, not even a hum as they walked to a cliffside that was hanging over the ocean.

Marin kept her gaze fixed on the ever growing splotch of sunlight while Link had his gaze on her.

He noticed a nearby flower, a hibiscus, and gently put it in her hair. He didn’t understand why she looked close to tears.

“Can we dance?” She asked.

“There’s no music.” Link pointed out.

“Please?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Link stood up and offered her a hand. She accepted it, but didn’t let him see her face.

They held the other close and danced slowly. Link even started to hum. It was a song that she had taught him.

Why did he feel her trembling slightly? Why was she sniffling? Why was his shirt growing damp?

“Marin?”

Link gently pulled her away from him. Why was she crying?

“L..Link I..I...I’m so s..sorry.” She cried.

Link held onto her hands. “Marin you have nothing to be sorry about.”

Why did that make her cry more?

“Link im...im so sorry...I..I just...I can't...let you.”

“Marin, you’re not forcing me to do anything.”

“I know.” She whispered.

“Marin, talk to me. Please.”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course Mar-”

She pulled him into a kiss and pushed him in one quick motion. Time seemed to slow down as he was forced off the cliff’s edge. He could see the devastating sadness in Marin’s eyes as he fell. Why would she do that?

She was saying something and even though the wind was screaming in his ears, he could easily read the words on her lips.

I love you

His body crashed into the ocean’s waters.

Legend’s eyes snapped open violently. His breath was heaving and every part of him hurt. He was in a bed at what was probably an inn.

It was only then that he noticed the person sleeping in a chair next to the bed.

Hyrule was curled in a little ball, mumbling a few words that Legend didn’t care to listen to.

As if able to sense his predecessor’s gaze, Hyrule shifted and slowly opened his eyes. Hyrule yawned and rubbed his eyes before freezing.

“Legend?”

Legend hated how a part of him couldn’t trust Hyrule. “Hey.”

“You’re awake!” He looked so happy. Or was that just another trick of Dark Link?

“Yeah…”

Hyrule seemed to notice how something was off with Legend. “I’m...I’m going to tell the others. Are you ok?”

Legend’s mind flashed to her. “I’ll be fine.”

Neither believed it.

#hero of legend #marin #Legend #linked universe #linkeduniverse #dani writes #Hyrule

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Description - Creepypasta boyfriend scenarios, but with a twist!

Ben Drowned

Rating: PG

You had moved to the small town of Bristol only a week ago. The town had 5,375 people, with a church, a bar and grill, the “school zone”, a grocery store and an old park with one rusty slide, three swings and a sandbox that the local cats used as a litterbox. There were four sets of neighborhoods, too.

You lived in Green Valley, where the middle class dwelled. Your family had enough money to be comfortable, but not quite enough money to just spend recklessly. The house you and your family had moved into was a two-level abode, two bedrooms upstairs, one downstairs. Your parents took the master bedroom in the basement while you and your sister took the two upstairs bedrooms.

Your bedroom was the second largest. Your sister sat on your bed, looking around the room. She seemed jealous that she had gotten the smaller room while you had the larger one.

“Why do you get this bedroom? It’s not even fair. I had the smallest bedroom last time!” She pouted, and you merely shook your head. Your sister was only ten, with you being eight years older.

“It’s because I’m older.”

“It’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, Miranda.” You shot back, raising your brows at her. She merely huffed, crossed her arms over her chest with a look of irritation on her face. Your sister was strong in spirit, and didn’t like taking no for an answer. You two would probably fight over who got the room for the next few weeks.

“That’s what mom says.” Miranda glared at you before literally slamming herself into the bed. You just shake your head and continue to decorate your new room.

Your bed was against the farthest wall running horizontally, with a spacious arching ceiling and a hanging light fixture in the middle. You had moved your dresser upstairs with your dad earlier that afternoon, and now it sat on the left side of the room. You still had to move your desk up, but that would be for tomorrow.

You’re going through a box before something twinkles at you from beneath a bunch of clothes. It’s a picture frame with you and all of your friends from back home. You feel your lip quiver as emotions run rampant through you, and you run your thumb over the glass. You’re going to miss them.

“Girls! There’s a garage sale going on next door! Why don’t you go outside and check it out?” Your mom called from down the stairs, and both you and your sister grumble.

“It’s hot outside!” Miranda groaned, and your mom merely tsked.

“It’s beautiful. You need the sun.”

You see this as an opportunity to get your sister out of your room, and you take it graciously. You set down the picture on the shelf before turning to Miranda, who had the biggest pouting face that you had ever seen.

“C’mon, let’s go. It’ll be fun.” You reason and she sighs out loud, now feeling as if going outside was a mildly better idea instead of sitting inside, complaining over who got what room.

So you and your sister walk downstairs, talk with your mom and then you’re outside in the summer warmth. It wasn’t all that hot, as the last few days had been nothing but rain and more rain. It felt humid, though, and you could feel it pressing against your skin like a tight-fitting shirt. You walk across the street, seeing the neighbor's garage sale set up.

Three tables stood on the driveway. Miranda’s eyes catch on a pile of stuffed animals and she was running over to it. You take your time, meeting your sister as she hugs a Pikachu plushie.

“Y/n! Can you buy me this? Please?” You look down at your sister’s sweet, darling face, and with the power of a god, you respond with a smirk on your face.

“No.”

“What?! Why?!” She dragged, holding onto the plushie even tighter now.

“God, I’m kidding. I’ll get you it.” You reply before looking at the ear of the Pikachu, noticing the tag there. Five bucks, huh? Not bad.

You continue to browse, looking through the things that could possibly interest you. A fairy figurine caught your eye, and you picked it up to reveal an old, beaten up cartridge with Majora scrawled in fat permanent marker. You were well versed in Legend of Zelda, though, and you instantly recognized it with mild interest.

There wasn’t a price tag on it. You looked up to see an old man, sitting in a lawn chair staring at you. You pause, feeling alarm shoot through you before you calmed yourself. He was just a harmless old man with a staring problem. He probably couldn’t even see you without his glasses, and you made your way over to him.

“How much for the game?” You asked, and he merely sniffed at you before glancing at the game.

“You can jus’ take it, girly. I don’ want it anymore.” He said, and you raised a brow. Hey, what can you say? You were glad to take the game off his hands. Your little sister came over then with the Pikachu in hand.

“I’ll take the Pikachu and the fairy, please.”

“Tha’ll be eleven bucks, girly.” You take out your wallet from your back pocket and pay up. You and your sister bid him farewell, and you leave back to your house with the Pikachu, the fairy and the game in hand.

Jeff The Killer

Rating: PG-13 for Alcohol Use

You and your best friend had been preparing this for a week now, and damn it you were excited. Not just excited, but ecstatic that you two would be attending a party and it wasn’t just any party. It was Tricia’s party, and she hosted the best parties north of the equator. At least, that’s what you thought.

You were all decked out. You wore a tight cocktail dress with flats. The outfit was from Goodwill, but you spruced it up and it looked to be an outfit from Gucci. Leah, your best friend, had done all your makeup. You had some experience in makeup, sure, but Leah would never let her best friend with just a bit of eyeliner and mascara.

“Oh, hell to the no!” She had exclaimed before sitting you down in front of the mirror. Now, you two were at the party and having a great time. The music swelled with the bass, the piano and the guitars and the instruments. Then the voice started and you couldn’t help but swoon at the feeling of the rhythm flowing through your every move.

Leah was walking towards you with two red solo cups in her hands. She handed one of them to you before leaning forward to talk over the boom of the song.

“It’s vodka with some fruit! It’s supposed to be super good.” Leah grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but grin right back. Leah was intoxicating, to say the least, and you took a sip of your drink to distract yourself. The alcohol burned your throat and made you cough, and Leah giggled.

“Stir it up a little, silly!” You felt yourself flush as you did so.

For the next few hours, you and your best friend partied your hearts out. You ended up seeing more of your friend group and moved to dance near them. They all greeted you with cheers and grins and laughter as you all drank, danced and partied in unison.

It was one of the most fun times in your life. That was probably the alcohol talking but you had gotten used to the burn, and it was no longer really something you noticed. The taste of the fruit mixed with the alcohol had you seeing stars, and you danced, danced, danced.

Leah was beside you again once a slow song started to a play. A few had already come on, but you had disappeared to the snack line to get a bag of chips, or another drink. This time, though, Leah meant business.

“Dance with me, baby.” Leah slurred, and you couldn’t help but laugh. She was adorable drunk, with her cheeks red and her gaze lidded as she stared up at you. You felt your heart skip a beat as you chugged the rest of your drink down, setting the cup on a table to be forgotten.

Leah’s hands landed on your hips, pulling you in close. You bit on your lip at the sight of her, and then she was sliding her hands to your back until she was hugging you, dancing slowly to the song.

You let out a content giggle as you rested your hands on her shoulders. Leah had always captivated you, and she kept looking at you with those eyes and you couldn’t look away. Then, before you knew it, the song was over and Leah didn’t let go. She held you against her with that sweet, oh-so-drunk smile on her face.

“I love you, Y/n.” Leah announced, and you knew that you would need to get her home in one piece.

“I love you too, Leah. But we need to go home now.”

“No… the party is only… starting!” She protested, and you wiggled out of her hold. But it wasn’t long before your hand was in Leah’s, and you were leading her out to the driveway. You called an Uber, and waited with Leah on the sidewalk for a bit, ignoring a few of the couples making out by the house and in the bushes.

One strangler had come up to them, spoke a few choice words about being “absolutely shit-faced” and proceeding to throw up against a tree before passing out.

“He should be fine, right?” You murmured to Leah, who only giggled in response.

Someone out of the corner of your eye made you look towards the woods beside Tricia’s house. It was black in those woods, with a faint wind rustling the leaves. But something large and white was sticking out among the blackness, which made you raise your brows in confusion.

It was a person, and as you focused on the person you noticed dark red stains on the hoodie. Something was wrong, but you were too drunk to be able to make out what was actually wrong.

Then the Uber had arrived and that was your cue to leave. You ushered Leah into the car before getting in on the other side. As you shut the door, you looked back to see that the man was gone.

The next day you woke up with a raging headache. Leah was still out cold, sleeping on the other side of your queen sized bed. You groaned, getting out of bed to make a pot of coffee. It took you at least a half hour to make coffee, take a shower and pop four pills of pain-killer, and even then Leah remained asleep.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

You could hear your phone vibrating on the dresser. You don’t remember putting it there. But then again you don’t remember a whole lot about what happened last night once you arrived in your dorm with Leah.

You unlocked your phone before scrolling through the texts.

Have you heard from Jerry? I can’t find him.

Did you hear? Jerry went missing.

Yo, check out the news.

You furrowed your brows together before pulling up the news website on your phone, but once you did you felt your stomach drop.

Jerry Figgins reported missing last night after a frat party gone wrong. Multiple stabbed, one dead, one missing. If you have any information on what happened, please contact the Renbold City Police.

You felt yourself beginning to remember the party. The songs, the dancing, the drinks. But you never remember anyone being stabbed, or killed, for that matter.

But you did remember that man in the woods with blood on the hoodie. You instantly felt apprehensive, frightened before you dialed the police station and you told them you saw a figure in the woods.

Slenderman

Rating: PG-13 for drug use

You were a dumb teenager in a forest with a bunch of your dumb teenage friends. It was the summer right before college would start, and you all agreed to camp out right before you all had to go your separate ways. You could feel your heart breaking, piece by piece, as the days went on.

You were going to miss these morons, no matter how dumb they were. You’ve grown up with a lot of them. Clarice popped up in Kindergarten, about a month after the school year had started. She had been out sick with the flu, and at that time most of the kids had already made their friend groups. So you had reached out your tiny, child hand and invited her to become a part of a two-person group: Clarice and Y/n.

Then, in third grade, Quinn and Jacob had joined. They had moved to your little town. Jacob’s parents had split while Quinn’s mom had passed away and her father could no longer take care of such a large house.

Jae showed up in seventh grade after you had begun your spooky, creepy supernatural phase. Jae had also been in that phase, and when your science teacher had paired you up with Jae you had made an unlikely friendship.

Last but not least was Rowan. Rowan was just Rowan, a nonbinary friend that you had met through a summer camp. Joe was as sweet as they came, and all of your friends loved Joe with all their hearts.

Rowan was also the person in the group that loved to push people to do better things with themselves. Sometimes, though, Joe didn’t have a great meter of what “good” and “bad” was. They always said that “There is no good or bad, it just is, man.” Then Joe would proceed to punch the arm of anyone closest and ask if it felt good or bad.

“So, as preplanned… I brought weed.” Rowan grinned devilishly. They took out a little baggie from their bag as well as a bowl. You couldn’t help but feel a bit cautious. You had never actually gotten high before, except for when you were put under to get a tooth taken out. But that didn’t count, right? But nonetheless, you were nervous about trying an illegal substance, yet so excited that you were breaking the law! How scandalous.

Rowan did their thing with the bowl and weed before grabbing their lighter. They made eye contact with everyone there, making sure that everyone was comfortable as well as ready before explaining how to inhale, keep it in for a few seconds, then letting out the smoke.

“And for fuck’s sake, people, only take two or three puffs or you’ll get sick. Also-” They broke off, reaching right back into their bag to take out a few bottles of water.

“Trust me, guys, water will do wonders. Don’t be afraid to drink it. Now, if you don’t want to smoke that is fine. But just make sure to pass it on, okay? Okay.”

The next hour was just a fest of laughter, the scent of weed strong in the air. Every single one of you had taken a hit, with a few of you taking a two more. You, on the other hand… Well, just like how you were a dumb teenager… You were dumb.

You took six hits when nobody was watching. You don’t notice anything odd until about twenty minutes into the discussion and hoo boy are you feeling the effects. You felt good. A little too good, but good nonetheless.

Everybody seemed so bright and funny, and you couldn’t stop giggling. Everything was funny and you could not stop laughing. Soon enough it became apparent that your dumbass had smoked a little too much pot and Rowan was sitting next to you.

“You’re not supposed to smoke that much, Y/n.” They said softly while Clarice and Jacob talked about aliens beside you. It was all so surreal.

You leaned against your friend, closed your eyes for a moment with a wide grin spread across your face. You sat there for a good while until an annoying buzz began to play through your head. At first, you had just assumed it was the weed playing with you. But then it became persistent with a slight pain ringing through your ears. You moaned pitifully, looking over to Rowan for sympathy.

“My head hurts…” You mumbled, and Rowan chuckled, sliding their fingers through your hair.

“You’ll be okay, Y/n.” They replied, massaging your back as you leaned against them.

You opened your eyes, your gaze set on the woods all around you. It was thick, with leaves and branches and brush and you wondered how your little clown posse had managed to get all the way here. In the distance, though, you noticed an odd sound coming from the trees.

A buzzing sound that rolled through your head like a boulder, hot and heady with no resistance. It was like little shocks being administered to your brain, and it set you apart from yourself. It was like a mini seizure, but only effecting your head.

Then, you blinked for a second and there was something in the woods. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand up as gooseflesh broke out along your arms. You couldn’t stop staring at the thing that stood in the trees. You wondered how you had even noticed it in the first place when you saw its face.

There was no face. It was just a blank slate, completely white and it made you want to run as fast and as far as you could away from that place.

“Rowan… I don’t want to be here.”

“Shh… It’s okay.”

You watched as the thing began to shake its head back and forth, twitching. It was tall, so tall that you could barely tell how tall it was as it touched one of the trees with a long, gaunt hand.

You blinked again, and it was gone. You blinked again, and your eyes remained closed until morning.

Eyeless Jack

Rating: PG

You had never slept soundly like your family and your friends. You tossed and turned and woke up at the faintest sound, like your cat sneaking across the floor, or the quietest wind brushing against your bedroom wall. Melatonin, Ambien, Lunesta, nothing worked. You were exhausted and you wished you knew a way to put yourself to sleep (besides physically knocking yourself out. You had tried that, too, but you just woke up with a raging bruise an hour later).

So every night went the same. You took a hot shower, which was supposed to calm the nerves and make you sleepy. You followed all the Wiki How instructions to sleep to the best of your ability. Then you would typically lay in bed for around an hour, your eyes closed but you never quite reached that spot of pure, unimaginable, blank and unconscious bliss.

You hated it.

You hated it so, so very much. You didn’t have words to describe how much you hated your sleep insomnia, so instead of describing how much you hated it you would get onto your computer and spend your time fucking around on the internet until around 4 in the morning, to which, finally, you would fall asleep.

You sat there, around 3:30 in the morning, watching YouTube and painting your nails. Believe it or not, you had a fascination with colors and being an artist. With the last flick of your wrist, you painted your thumb a vibrant shade of sparkling, glittering blue. You admired your work before your gaze went back to your computer screen.

Every night, right around this time, your mom would wake up to use the bathroom. The sound of the toilet flushing overhead alerted to you that within an hour, you’d be asleep. Exhaustion and relief flooded through you. You wanted desperately to knock yourself out into a comfortable doze, and it seemed as if it was fast approaching.

You teased yourself for the next five minutes, knowing that forcing yourself to stay awake until absolute fatigue would result in you passing out. So you watched the rest of your video, letting your nails dry before shutting your laptop, putting it on the ground and curling up beneath your sheets for a well deserved night of sleep.

Or, just for a few hours before you had to go back to school.

It was slow, so slow, but then you were in that mindless blackness that you so craved.

Until the sound of your door opening hit your ears and you could have practically screamed if the rest of the house was asleep. The sound of footsteps coming into your room had you awake, now, and you could only assume it was your little brother.

You were going to kill him.

“Get the fuck out of my room, John, before I get the fuck up and strangle your stupid little ass for actually fucking WAKING ME UP!” You turned on your light, your face red with rage and your heart beating erratically. Then you turned back to your brother only to not find your brother.

“You’re… not John.” Before you stood a figure, bathed in black with a mask resembling the pigment of your painted nails. The thing stood like a human, but it was much, much more frightening than any old human. A black, tar-like substance dripped from the eye sockets of the blue mask, and you felt absolutely paralyzed.

This has to be sleep apnea. Please. Please please please oh my god please go away you scary thing please. You thought to yourself, but you were able to move your eyes, wiggle your toes and turn on the lamp for fuck’s sake.

The thing only paused, tilting its head to the side as if curious.

“I can’t say that I am John.” It spoke in a deep, raspy voice. It approached you with long steps, and then it was at your bedside. You sat there, staring up at its eyes, or attempting to as there was literally nothing coming out.

Then you started screaming. It was the loudest thing you could think to do, and damn you did it well. You screamed and screamed until the thing’s gloved hand clamped around your mouth. The damage was done, though, and it hissed at you in annoyance and rage. You didn’t care, though. You finally were coming to your senses and you reached up to grab at the creature’s hand and wrist, lurching your body up from the bed to struggle.

Then your father was bursting into your basement bedroom. Your father was a huge man with not an ounce of the word “small” on him. He was a mixture of fat and pure muscle, and nobody wanted to mess with him.

Especially this guy.

Your father was on the creature in an instant, prying it off of you with the strength of a wildebeest. The creature seemed almost as strong, though, but it’s agility and speed to get out of your father’s grasp. It landed on the floor on its legs before stepping back into the wall. The masked thing growled a low, angry growl resounding from the pit of its throat as it prepared to spring.

“Get the fuck out of my house before i-” Your father was interrupted as the thing launched itself at your father. But instead of attacking him, it sprung right over him before sprinting up the stairs. You remained on the bed, shock and anguish beginning to hit you full force.

This motherfucker not only threatened her but also disturbed her delicate sense of sleep.

How fucking dare son of a bitch. He better hope to never see me again. Wait, did I just refer to it as he? Oh, my god. It’s like I gave it a name. I’ll get attached, and then get Stockholm- You passed out.

Masky and Hoodie

Rating: PG; suggestion of alcohol use.

You were nothing but a college student, missing your family, getting a majority of good grades and doing stupid shit on the days you didn’t have class. You were living the college dream, as most people liked to call it. You drank, smoked pot, fucked a little… You were having the time of your life.

You were also a hunter on the side. It wasn’t big or anything. All you did was research creeps around the world and report back to your “boss”. You were quick to pick up details from any recent murders even suspected of having an involvement with creepypastas. You were a hunter, and you had it as your main mission to kill as many of these motherfuckers as you could.

Or, at least, help kill them. You weren’t all that skilled with killing people. Blood made you nauseous.

After a good raging party at the frat house, you were on your way back to the dorm room. You were exhausted and drunk as hell. The dorm’s greeters eyed you up and down before letting you in, but not without saying a few choice words to “Don’t get caught lookin’ like that or you might get into some trouble with the police around here. You smell like whiskey.”

You roll your eyes at the front desk person. “I’m fine.” You snark back before walking into the stairwell and made your way up. Tomorrow morning would be a doozy trying to do anything with the raging hangover that would soon arrive.

“Fuck me, I guess.” You mumble to yourself as you make it back to your dorm room. Your roommate was already fast asleep, and there was a body beside her. You raised a brow before realizing it was his boyfriend.

“Oh, ain’t that adorable.” You grin, taking out your phone to get some good candid shots to show your roommate in the morning. Then you face planted into your bed and passed out at around 2:33 AM.

You woke up at 11 from the sound of your alarm. Your head felt like it was going to split from the amount of pain you were under. At that point all you wanted to do was launch yourself from the roof to end the pain. Fuck you for drinking that much.

Your roommate and his boyfriend were still there. Rylin sat on the bed, an arm wrapped around your roommate, Trent. You looked at them through bleary eyes before remembering the photo you had taken of them.

“Guys… I came back last night and… you two were so fucking cute. I had to take a picture.” You said through the haze of your hangover. God, your head hurt. “Do you have any painkillers by the way?” You asked, yawning as you sat up to get your phone.

You were quick to unlock your phone. Trent shook his head at you.

“Y/n, you know you’re supposed to ask before taking pictures of us. Now show me the damn photo.” Rylin chuckled as you showed them your phone. Trent’s cheeks turned a rosy shade of red before burying his face into Rylin’s neck.

“That is so fucking awful yet so adorable. Why did you have to get me drooling, though?” Trent groaned as Rylin studied the picture.

“You have my number, right, Y/n? Send me that.” He said before his brows raised into his forehead.

“Um… check your text.” Rylin said, and you tilted your head to the side, confused. Your phone hadn’t buzzed or anything. You turned your phone to see a message from an unknown number. It disappeared before you had the chance to read it. “Yeah, I’ll send you it. Hold on, though.” You replied, crossing your legs on your bed as Trent handed you the bottle of painkillers.

“Thanks, man.” You said. You were quick to down four pills. Too bad you’d have to wait for the release. Then you were reading the message, and a surge of unease went through you.

From: Unknown

Message: Hello, Y/n. We’ve heard quite a bit about you. We don’t like that you’re attempting to commit acts against our kind. Expect to see us soon.

You stared at the message in horror before you pulled up your computer to email your boss. This is not good.

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Zachary Levi of ‘The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel’ Embraces His Inner Geek

Browsing Midtown Comics with the star of the forthcoming “Shazam!” (Yes, fanboy selfies were taken.)

By Alexis Soloski

Zachary Levi at Midtown Comics near Times Square. Christopher Lee for The New York Times.

"This is giving me the most unbelievable flashbacks,” said Mr. Levi, who was a comics fan in his youth. Christopher Lee for The New York Times.

“It’s crazy to think how obsessed I was,” said Zachary Levi. “At one point in my life this was everything.”

Mr. Levi, who is 6-foot-4 and newly buff, was on the first floor of Midtown Comics, just south of Times Square, gazing up at shelves crammed with new releases. A former comics head and self-described nerd, Mr. Levi likes to browse whenever he’s in the neighborhood.

Keep reading on the New York Times website or below.

He is starring in the second season of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” as Benjamin, the grumpy doctor who romances the title character, played by Rachel Brosnahan. And while “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” hasn’t announced a comics tie-in yet, Benjamin — fast-talking, freethinking, enigmatic — is arguably a hero and his chemistry with Midge could explode a lab.

Benjamin’s superpower? “Logic,” Mr. Levi, 38, said. Is that enough to withstand the force of nature that is Midge? That’s a question for the third season.

Benjamin is only one of Mr. Levi’s identities, secret and otherwise. He played Chuck Bartowski, the tech geek who became an accidental superspy in the TV comedy “Chuck.” And he was the voice of Flynn Rider, the thief with questionable intentions and great hair who rescued Rapunzel in the Disney movie “Tangled.”

He is also a Broadway star (“First Date,” “She Loves Me”). And in case you thought the musical comedy triple threat was his own personal superpower, he is pretty sure it’s empathy. “I’ve always had a really gnarly heart,” Mr. Levi said.

Next year, he’ll finally join the superhero cape brigade, in “Shazam!”Mr. Levi plays the title character, a muscular incarnation of a teenage boy suddenly granted the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles and the speed of Mercury.

“Also I can shoot lightning out of my hands,” he said proudly. “The wish fulfillment is very ridiculous.”

This made him minor royalty at Midtown Comics, though that morning he was assuming a lower, less electric profile. Just another fanboy. Only taller. He wore green pants and a black Under Armour puffer that concealed his physique.

Even incognito, it was clear that a hero had entered the building. Staff members trailed him as he browsed the narrow aisles, and other customers snapped surreptitious smartphone pics.

The store is large and brightly lit, but so overstuffed with comics and merchandise (Mr. Levi was especially tempted by a Captain America gelatin mold) that it looks a lot smaller.

After noting a “Shazam!” collection on the sale shelf, he paged through a “Bloom County” book and a Legend of Zelda encyclopedia shaped like an old Nintendo cartridge. “This is giving me the most unbelievable flashbacks,” he said. “I keep thinking about slapping the cartridges and blowing into them just so they would work.”

“Life was so much simpler in the ’80s,” he said. That was when he first fell in love with comics, mostly “X-Men” and its offshoots. “The idea of waking up one day and being able to teleport or fly or transform or be superstrong or whatever — the child in every single one of us is secretly hoping for that all the time,” he said.

Mr. Levi still has a box of those old comics somewhere, along with some baseball cards “that are probably worth nothing at this point,” he said. And he still plays video games. Most recently the Red Dead Redemption 2, a Western. He thought there was too much horse.

A Go-Bots comic caught his eye and then an issue of “The Avengers” that showed Jimmy Kimmel on the cover. “That’s when you know you’ve made it,” Mr. Levi said.

Mr. Levi also admired a “Star Wars” comic that styles Leia and Han like the farmers of “American Gothic.” “Tell me that’s not clever!” he said.

He wanted to see the toys and collectibles. “How do you go upstairs?” he said to a pair of boyish Midtown Comics employees. Then he answered his own question: “Oh. Where the stairs are.”

He ascended them with a speed that wasn’t quite Mercury’s, eating a meal replacement bar on the way. “Every two hours I have another meal,” he said.

Mr. Levi made a beeline toward a wall of X-Men figurines. “Gambit was my favorite,” he said, pointing to one figurine. “Because he was a total ladies man and spoke with that Cajun accent.” He went hunting for a Shazam figure in the DC Comics section, and Henry Varona, a baby-faced staffer, had to break the news to him that he wouldn’t find it.

“There’s really not one?” Mr. Levi said. “Come on. Really?”

He stared at a wall of bighead collectibles called Pops and was reminded that the toy company Funko didn’t make a figurine from his “Tangled” character, Flynn Rider. “They have a Rapunzel Pop and Maximus the Horse Pop and no Flynn Rider. What does a guy have to do to get a Funko Pop?”

He eventually found Shazam, albeit in T-shirt form. “Does that ever get old?” Mr. Varona asked him. “No way, man,” Mr. Levi said, shaking his head as he admired the yellow lightning bolt. “It’s just the coolest.” Being entrusted with playing a superhero, he added, “is something you get for the rest of your life, and to me that’s a very big honor.”

After Mr. Levi checked out some high-end figurines, Mr. Varona asked him to sign back issues of “Shazam!” and he obliged. “This will be on eBay in 10 minutes,” he joked.

“Five,” Mr. Varona said.

He posed for selfies with the staff and then joined everyone in a group shot. “Shazam!” they said as the camera phones clicked.

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Who’s Gonna Cave First?

Title: Who’s Gonna Cave First?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1574

Warnings: smut, masturbation(Female and Male), unprotected sex, adult content

Prompt: Pajamas

Summary: Y/N buys Sam a pair of pajamas for Christmas, but doesn't realize they’re not actually pajamas, rather underwear. Suddenly, her eyes can’t seem to focus on his face anymore.

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. Please don’t do it, be mature here and just don’t, this is not intended for you.

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“You’re joking,” Sam grunted, pulling out the green and white striped long john pajama set. “There’s no way I’m wearing these.”

“Please?-”

“Y/N these aren’t pajamas! These are underwear, you’re gonna see… everything,” He scrunched his nose, folding the thermals and setting them on the table.

“Well, hell, maybe I wanna see everything,” you winked, throwing them back at him. “Please? Just tonight. Nobody will be around, just you and me tonight.”

Sam rolled his eyes. He wasn’t getting out of this one. With a huff, he clutched the flannels, making his way to his bedroom.

You squealed with joy as he stormed off, quickly grabbing your own set, much more appropriate than his, and going to your own bedroom to change. You were out before Sam, so you made your way to his room, knocking twice on the door. You were about to just come in when Sam stopped you.

“I’m not totally dressed,” he admitted. “It doesn’t all… fit.” You bit back a laugh, attempting not to snort at what he had just said. The image crossed your mind of what this situation looked like and it was too good to pass up seeing for yourself.

“Y/N!” he yelled, trying to shut the door when you had opened it. “I’m serious. Don’t come in!”

“Sam, I’ve seen you naked before, more than once. I’ve also seen you with a boner in slacks. C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“I didn’t say it was bad. But it doesn’t fit.”

“Are you really that big?” you gasped. You knew he was big, you’d seen the underwear he wore, but you were sure if you got the XL size, he’d fit.

Sam scoffed, his back still against the door. “Way to damage my ego.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me in,” you ignored his comment, knowing it didn’t hurt him a bit. Sam knew he was bigger than most men, he took pride in that. Your one comment wasn’t even going to put a dent in his ego.

“I don’t want you to help because if you help you’ll just make it worse.”

A smirk crossed your features as you tried to budge the door more. “Sam, are you hard right now?”

“What?” Sam gasped, shaking his head. “N-no. I mean I’m not like, ‘I need to fuck you right now’ hard. It’s like the natural hard, ya know… No, you don’t know, you don’t get this crap.”

“You totally are hard right now!” You accused.

“Well, fuck,” he groaned “you bought me Christmas underwear in hopes I’d wear them tonight, then mentioned you were okay with seeing everything stickin’ out. You can’t blame a guy for his thoughts.”

“Okay, so why can’t I come in? If you’re horny because of me, why won’t you let me come in and see what they look like on you?”

“Because it looks stupid!”

You rolled your eyes, putting your full weight on the door to bust it open. You managed to get it open enough to squeeze yourself in before Sam could even shut the door. His face was flushed, his hands covering the front of the bottoms. You could only guess why he had them there.

“The tip,” he finally choked out, and when he moved his hands, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. He blushed harder in embarrassment, tying his flannel shirt around his front to hide everything.

“You weren’t lying when you said they were too small.”

“No, I wasn’t.” He glared at you, harmlessly.

“Did you try, like, tucking it down?”

“Yes, and it’s so frickin’ obvious that it’s there!”

“Well, it’s just going to be you and I tonight, who cares?” You asked, stepping closer to him and grabbing the flannel.

Sam huffed again, pushing your hands away. He was obviously flustered, his hands moving quickly to tuck himself into the long johns. You only wished you could see his face, but your eyes were focused on something entirely different.

“Just for this, you don’t get to touch me tonight,” he grumbled.

“Oh please. Give it thirty minutes, you’ll practically be begging me to touch you,” you teased.

“Challenge accepted. So, movie?” he smirked.

You put on Elf. It was a safe bet because there was no way you were going to have sex with Elf running in the background, or so you hoped. You sat on Sam’s bed, nearly inches away from each other to decrease any sexual tension, and decrease the likelihood of you two touching each other.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye as Sam shifted, pulling the pants up a bit and then shifting them down. You watched as he looked at you for a few seconds before grabbing his crotch and fixing himself.

“Need some help?” you smirked, looking over at him.

“Nope,” he said, turning to face the movie again. “Do you?”

“I’m not the one s’porting a hard on here,” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. You bit your lip, smirking once again. The pajamas you were wearing had a zipper on the chest, and you knew if you showed a little more skin, you could get Sam pretty riled up. You slid the zipper down a bit, letting it reveal your cleavage, then relaxed again, watching the movie.

You knew it had worked because Sam shifted again, only this time he had moved closer to you. His leg brushed up against yours, and he threw his arm around the back of you. “Hey, if I can’t touch you, you can’t touch me,” you reminded him.

“Those weren’t the rules,” he argued.

“Yeah, but it’s not fair. Who’s to say I’m not just as turned on as you are?”

“Well, are you?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Sam got a wicked glint in his eyes, his hand trailing down your stomach to the hem of your pajama pants. Before he could slip his fingers passed though, you caught his wrist. “You can’t because you’re not allowed to touch me tonight, either.”

Sam pouted and drew his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who’s gonna cave first,” he challenged.

Things didn’t calm down. Sam kept moving, adjusting himself and trying not to let himself get any harder. He thought about his choices, not wanting to give up and lose when an idea popped into his head. Carefully, he slid his hand down his pants, taking hold of his throbbing cock.

“You can’t do that!” You accused, watching as he began to stroke himself.

“Who says? Rules were we can’t touch each other. Nothing about not touching ourselves.” He smirked, biting back a moan as he continued to jerk his cock.

Two could play at that game. You shimmied out of your pajama pants, pulling your underwear to the side and thrusting two fingers into your pussy, crooking them up to hit that sweet spot inside you.

The movie was long forgotten, and neither of you were paying attention to the words or music coming from it, now more concerned as to which one of you were going to get off first. Sam pulled his cock out of his pants, giving himself more range of motion to touch himself. You had brought your other hand down, now rubbing at your clit, moaning at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

Sam moaned too, his eyes focused on where your hands were. He began moving his hand in time with your trusts, picturing himself inside of you. “Fuck,” he grunted, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Are you close already, Sam?” you asked through gasps, trying not to lead him into thinking you were close too.

You began to finger yourself faster now, adding a third digit in with the two. Sam tipped his head back, shutting his eyes tightly but never letting go of his length. If you kept going at this rate, you knew you’d both be coming in no time, and you weren’t sure you wanted the fun to end so soon, but you were determined not to give in until he did.

Sam’s moaning only increased. There was sweat now covering his neck and forehead, the ends of his hair slick with it. “F-Fuck!” He swore again, the grip on his cock tightening, but he never gave up his speed.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching into your fingers. “Sam.” You knew that’d get him. You moaning out his name was a sure fire way to get him to give in. You knew you had him too, because he let out a strangled groan, and let go of himself.

“Get up here. Please,” he begged, pulling at your hips when you crawled over him. You slammed down on his cock, two fingers still pressed against your clit. It only took a few thrusts before Sam was coming inside you, his fingers digging into your sides. You followed right after him, soaking his cock and the pajama pants in your release. It’d been a long time since you’d come as intensely as that.

Sam’s breathing was heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He pressed his face into your neck, littering wet and open-mouthed kisses there. “You win,” he admitted.

You laughed, slouching into his chest. “Sam. I think we both won.”

He nodded, a chuckle passing his lips. “You know, I don’t think I mind the pajamas after all.”

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Break The Ice

Characters: AJ Styles x Kenny Omega

Summary: After being single for a long period of time, AJ finally decides to listen to his friend’s advice and gives the dating scene a try. He just wasn’t expecting the first time to be in a place like this. Or with the same sex, for that matter.

Warnings: m/m sex, and um.. not really anything to be warned about. Maybe just a whole lotta smut, language, and bad writing. This is also kind of an A/U fic, meaning no wrestling related stuff will be involved. Also stating the obvious that if you don’t like slash pairings.. look away!!

•••

The bright city lights were certainly a sight to behold, and it’s something he would never get sick of. He loved this city, and he’s only been here for a couple of weeks. The food, the culture, and especially the gaming shops and arcades– are what he found most enjoyable during his stay. He relaxed himself onto the bed shortly after returning from having dinner with his friends, gazing out the large hotel window that overlooked the beautiful Tokyo, Japan. It was truly mesmerizing, and yet…

AJ Styles was already bored.

For the first time since his arrival he’d already got sick of the usual routine. He was usually a homebody, more of a private person if you will, and yet for some reason he wanted to get out and do some more exploring. A lot of ideas popped into his head but he didn’t feel like doing any of it alone. He sent Karl a text and asked if he was up for a few rounds.

AJ: Lets go find a pub or somewhere to hang out and talk. I’m bored.

Karl: Sorry, Hoot. I’m hanging with the wife atm. Did you ask Luke?

AJ: No reply from him. You guys suck.

Karl: What did I tell you before? Make a damn Tinder and find someone. It’s about time your grumpy ass did.

AJ rolled his eyes and sighed. He’d only heard of Tinder because of his dumb friend and he thought the idea of it was stupid. To him the site seemed like it was made for desperate people with no self esteem. But Karl might be right. Maybe he needed to hit up the dating scene even if it wasn’t anything serious (which was the last thing he wanted as he was married for almost 20 years prior). It’s not that he was afraid of it because he was always a confident type of man, it just that he’s never had the time for it. So now that he’s utterly bored and all of his work was finished he kind of had no idea how to go about it at this day and age. And after sitting around and giving it some thought after a few minutes, he decided what the hell. Why not? He was STILL bored as shit and wanted some form of entertainment even nothing came of it in the end.

He installed the app and in under a minute it was ready to go. He didn’t have many recent photos of himself from his Facebook (he never logged on much) so he decided to take a quick ‘selfie’ of himself. At first he snapped the usual and decided that one was dull. Next he snapped a photo of himself standing in the mirror, but then deleted it as he wasn’t happy with that one either and thought it looked too weird. He repeated this about ten times before he was finally satisfied with the picture he took, then wanted to laugh at himself after as he probably looked ridiculous doing it.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” AJ mused at himself, and continued to fill out the rest of his profile. There were only a few options, such as which photo you’d like use as your main feature, adding your personal interests, a “pick-up line” to which he added, “Just seeing where this takes me”.. pretty straight forward and easy stuff. And last but most important.. what sex he was interested in.

Now this is something he really had to think about for a minute. He was always into both genders, and before he got married to a woman he had his fair share of “experimenting” in high school but never really went all the way– and he sure as hell wouldn’t let it be known back then either (given as it wasn’t accepted as easily, and him playing on the football team being a contributing factor). But as he thought about it a little more, he was definitely willing to be open to it again. Because really, there was no big deal to it. So with one final tap to his profile, he set his preferences to Female and Male. Maybe he will find more friends this way if dating doesn’t go the way he wanted it to. And getting to know more people was something AJ wouldn’t actually mind either since Karl and Luke were being asses right now.

Thirty minutes rolled by and so far there wasn’t any success. He had about eighteen potential matches and none of them spoke English. And when he did come across someone who was Caucasian, she was from France and couldn’t speak it very well either. AJ was about to give up until someone else caught his eye.

Kenny. 31 years old. Canada, is what was in the description. They also had some matching interests, and many of them at that. Although much younger he wasn’t bad looking either. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, cute smile– hell, he was even wearing a lime green shirt with the Legend Of Zelda written across it. A little geeky looking but that didn’t matter. AJ didn’t hesitate to swipe right on the profile and soon after was done with it as he wasn’t gonna attempt to find anyone else again. He tossed his phone onto the bed beside as he opened up a bottle of water and took a quick swig from it. And only seconds after his phone dinged and he opened up his notifications to see who it was.

Its a Match!

AJ’s interest in this was now more at peak. He wasn’t expecting a match so quickly but then again he wasn’t complaining either. Soon after messages were being exchanged and AJ’s night was about to get more interesting.

AJ: How it’s going tonight?

K: Hey! Not too bad. Just getting ready actually. How are you?

AJ: Bored as hell! And getting ready huh? Big plans tonight?

K: Nothing too special. I’m going to a little bar I like to frequent on the weekends. It’s not everyday I come across a cute guy from America on here!

AJ couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It certainly was different to get a compliment like that from another man, but nonetheless he still really appreciated it. That made him feel good.

AJ: I could say the same. So far tonight I’ve had no luck on this thing lol! I’ll let you finish what you’re doing.

K: If you’re still bored within the hour, why don’t you come join me? I’ll be at The 505 and it’s only a few blocks down from where I stay so it won’t be hard to find.

He stared at Kenny’s reply for a minute before coming to a final decision. He’s never done this before in his life. And he was now contemplating on whether he should meet a complete stranger or not. But it was in a public setting and the night wasn’t growing any younger. He thought to himself to hell with it and decided why not. According to the app Kenny was less than 2 miles away from him so it’s not like he was about to get lost or kidnapped for that matter.

AJ: I’ll be there.

And with that the date was on. He received a response only seconds after, a single smiley emoticon and AJ was starting to get excited for this. He wondered what he should wear and suddenly felt like he was 17 again. Trying on different outfits and he wasn’t sure what would be appropriate for a bar. He was very limited on clothing and dressed mostly for comfort or working out, but he finally did decide on a blue mid-sleeved plaided shirt, a pair of jeans, and as usual included the sterling silver necklace he always loved to wear. Before taking one last glance in the mirror as he was happy with the way he looked, so he undressed again and headed for the shower.

•••

11:00pm rolled around as AJ arrived to his destination. He took in his surroundings and noticed that where he was wasn’t just “some little bar” but it almost seemed like a nightclub. The lineup to get in wasn’t too bad, so it wasn’t a very long wait before he got inside the building. It was dark and the only source of lighting came from the stairway that headed into the basement. There was a man at the bottom who scanned his I.D. and he didn’t complain one bit at that, paid for the small cover charge, and he was allowed through the doorway.

Yeah, this was definitely NOT just a bar. It was a nightclub. And a gay one at that. The place was also pretty huge and wondered how he would find anybody here. AJ pulled out his phone and saw that he had a message waiting from Kenny, and said that if he was there he would have table 14 reserved for them. “Where the hell would that be?” He muttered to himself as he began to take in his surroundings. This place was pretty wild. Pink florescent lights filled the entire dance floor, the music was sort of a mix between J-pop and House, and both the waitresses and waiters all wore the same white lingerie with bunny ears on top of their heads. Luckily one of them who spoke English came along to assist AJ in finding his table, which was empty when he got there so he ordered a drink and waited for his date to arrive. The club slowly began to fill up with more patrons as he tapped along the glittery tabletop nervously. He really hasn’t done this in years. And he also felt ridiculous being there as he was very underdressed compared to most of the people here.

He messaged Kenny one more time to let him know that he just got to his table. As soon as he sent the text he looked up and noticed that a younger man was watching him from the bar. Smiling at AJ, he began to strut toward him with a drink in his hand. The man was wearing dark sunglasses, a black pair of leather pants, a long leather coat, a pair of matching gloves, and no shirt underneath. This dude was certainly a show-off, but he was also great looking. So AJ wasn’t complaining. He really was a sight to behold.

“Good evening,” he greeted AJ as he took his sunglasses off he instantly recognized who he was and realized this man who had been checking him out was Kenny from Tinder. He did not look anything like his pictures. In fact, his hair was much longer, and different colours of black and silver apposed to the short, curly blonde hair he tried to keep a look out for. He was also very tanned in person. And also quite fit, at that. “You like what you see, big guy?” Kenny teased as he took a slow sip of his drink. AJ smiled and leaned back into the soft cushions of the private booth, not knowing that he was staring at his date. “You look very different from your photos. I almost didn’t know who you were at first,” he replied. Kenny chuckled as he placed his drink in front of him. “I’m never on much and I forgot to update my pics. So I guess tonight is your lucky night.” This cocky bastard. AJ smiled back and leaned forward as the same waitress who helped him earlier placed shots of two Lemon Drops, two Sour Jacks, and two bottles of Sapporo in front of them. AJ quirked a brow at this. That was a lot to start off with for a first date. “What? I can’t do these shots all by myself,” Kenny winked, sliding one of the yellow-tinted shots towards AJ when the another waitress came back to take Kenny’s empty cup. He clinked the glasses together. “To a fun night, with a fun guy.” Kenny took his shot like a pro and licked his lips. AJ took his shot, enjoying the lemonade, sour flavour.

Kenny thanked her in Japanese and AJ continued on with the conversation, he had a feeling that this night was about to get interesting. “Actually, you look better than the pictures. I was pretty certain I was gonna ditch the other guy and go for you instead,” he mused. Kenny bit his lip in response and held his right hand out toward AJ. “I’ll be sure to let him know. I’m Kenny. And I must say that you’re also quite the looker in person,” he winked as he introduced himself again, biting his straw in the process. What a little fucking tease. They both took their second shots and soon after noticed Kenny might have been checking him out again. AJ’s heart began to race. It felt like it was his very first date all over again, and despite his nerves this little get together so far was very enjoyable.

The night went on and Kenny was everything AJ had hoped for him to be. The conversations started out as small talk, and as the drinks began to kick in the outright flirting returned as the main interest again. “So please, please explain to me as to why you’re single again?” Kenny asked, taking a sip of his Long Island. “I don’t get it. You’re sexy, you love video games, I mean you know more about them than most guys I’ve known my whole life. I can’t even count how many nergasms you’ve already given me tonight.” AJ smirked at the statement and laughed. It’s been a good while since someone has told him he was sexy. “Just a loner type of guy, I guess,” he shrugged.

Kenny smirked back. “So you got the whole intimidating, mysterious look going on for you. It must scare off people off.”

The waitress was back with two more shots and seemed to have been apologizing for interrupting the two men. Kenny spoke in Japanese once more and gave her a friendly wave-off. Something about him speaking another language was a huge turn-on. And AJ wondered if he was a long-term resident. “Am I intimidating?” he asked Kenny as he smiled dangerously.

“Nope,” Kenny replied, chewing on the end of his straw again. God damn it, AJ’s mind was going places that he hadn’t intended to when they only met a couple of hours ago. Especially if Kenny was acting innocent about having a supposed unconscious oral fixation.

“You hear me, AJ?”

“Huh?” AJ replied snapping out of his daze.

Kenny slid the shot glass over to AJ as they clinked them together. “To a fun morning, with a fun guy.” AJ took the shot with Kenny as he listened to him giggle, his body growing hot at the implications of his statement. He was definitely getting laid tonight and AJ didn’t mind at all.

AJ couldn’t help but stare at his date’s abs (again) at this point when he wasn’t looking, and every so often would find himself trailing down to Kenny’s groin. He really wasn’t looking for sex on the first date at first but the temptations grew stronger as the alcohol was starting to kick in– and at a faster pace. His eyes slowly trailed back up to his face as Kenny leaned in closer. “Don’t worry, I’ve been looking too,” Kenny whispered as he tucked a few strands of AJ’s hair behind his ear, the warmth of his breath against his lobe instantly sending shivers down his spine. AJ swallowed nervously and tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck allowing Kenny more access if he wanted to. “Yeah?” He replied.

“Mm-hmm..” Kenny answered, using one of his gloved hands to rub AJ’s inner thigh as he used his teeth to lightly graze across the sensitive flesh behind the earlobe. He gave AJ a few light kisses there as well just to tease him even further. His hardening member was now starting to strain against the tightness of his jeans as he slowly thrust hips up to feel more Kenny’s hand. “Let’s say we get out of here and continue this at my place?” There wasn’t even any questioning of Kenny’s suggestion. They left their money for the drinks on the table and were both soon leaving to his flat in a cab.

Leas than 10 minutes later Kenny was shoving AJ into the corner in the backseat of the cab, his tongue down his throat as he climbed up and settled himself on top of AJ’s lap. He was now grinding into him as if tonight was the last time he would ever fuck.

To be fair, AJ was feeling the same way.

AJ gripped at Kenny’s hips, his fingers running back to his ass and squeezing hard. Kenny whined and AJ made a mental note to be sure he would make his date make that noise at least a thousand times tonight.

Not too long after the cab stopped and they were now at their destination. They quickly fixed themselves up and Kenny paid the driver, both not caring about the odd looks they were receiving from the old man all the way there. “Come on,” Kenny grabbed AJ’s hand as they helped each other out of the vehicle. They continued their heavy make-out session in the elevator. Tongues where fighting for dominance and hands were grabbing everywhere. And before they both knew it Kenny had the unlocked the door to his flat, slamming the it open and tugging AJ in, pushing him towards the bedroom. He held in a yell of surprise when he felt his back falling into the bedsheets, and an impatient Kenny already halfway up his hips, grinding into him, his soft mouth giving AJ’s neck kisses and nipping at it with his teeth.

“F-Fuck, Kenny..”

“Mm, yeah.. there’s gonna be a lot of that I’m afraid,” he replied as he ground into AJ, his eyes looking playful and eager.

AJ watched as Kenny sat up and slowly peeled off the shiny jacket and gloves, revealing more of his well-toned body. He reached up and ran his finger tips down from Kenny’s chest before trailing down and teasing his abs, then settled at resting his hands on his hips as he dug his fingernails deep into them– making Kenny breathe inward sharply as AJ thrust back up into him much harder than they were doing. “Two can play that game, and just warning you right now that you ain’t winning it.” Kenny moaned again as he rocked his hips down again in response. “Top or bottom?” AJ asked.

“Both,” Kenny replied.

AJ grinned, working at Kenny’s pants buttons but not getting very far. They were tight, black leather pants which screamed all sorts of sexiness. But of course a damn tease like him would wear them. “Take them off,” he practically snarled. Kenny chuckled and hopped off of AJ, slowly peeling his legs out as if this were his own personal striptease.

And that was it. No underwear. Nothing was worn underneath.

“You have to go commando in these pants, obviously,” Kenny winked. AJ was now painfully hard.

“Yes, I worked hard for my god-like body… But let’s not stare all day, what are you waiting for?” Kenny asked, his hands on his hips as he nodded his head at AJ’s clothed crotch.

“You’re such a dork,” AJ replied as he sat up, he unbuttoned his flannel shirt as he tossed it aside. It landed on the lampshade. “I always wanted to do that.” He continued stripping out of his jeans easily as he pulled his boxers down at the same time.

“And you’re such a nerd,” Kenny responded. “A fucking gorgeous one, might I add.”

There was a moment where it was now Kenny who couldn’t help but stare. His eyes taking over AJ’s body and AJ almost had a moment of self-consciousness, his brain hurdling him back to high school when the guys in the locker room would check him out after football practice.

He wasn’t ever a slut, but he had his fair share with women before he got married. As for men, the furthest he’s ever went with that was kissing and a lot of touching, but never all the way. But either way. He never wanted to fool around with someone on the first date. This time it was different, and he’s not afraid to let it happen. His clouded judgement had thrown all of his pride he had carried before out the window.

“One last thing,” Kenny suggested. He leaned over toward the dresser and a light glowed on his face. He wondered what the heck he was doing wasting time with when AJ realized that it was an iPod. He set it up on the dock, the speakers picking up on the music. Change by The Deftones began to fill out the room. “I love this song,” Kenny grinned, crawling over AJ and attacking his mouth for the 10th time that night.

AJ didn’t think he’d ever get used to how voracious Kenny was, how aggressive. It was intriguing and amazing and absolutely sexy to have someone all over him for once. And AJ couldn’t help it. He started grinding up into the sexual heat, Kenny’s mouth falling open as their naked erections rubbed hard against each other. He grabbed a handful of Kenny’s hair and bit the side of his neck, the nip of affection that had Kenny gasping and grabbing at AJ’s shoulder blades.

“Umf– AJ– FUCK ME,” Kenny demanded, he legs wrapping around AJ’s waist and pulling him in tight, causing a friction so sweet that AJ was afraid he was gonna cream before even going inside.

“Fuck Kenny.”

“Mmhm,” he pursed. Thrusting his hips and rocking in all the right ways to drive AJ absolutely out of his mind.

“Turn around,” Kenny demanded.

“What?”

“Turn around, AJ, I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t get this part out of the way first. So turn the fuck around.” He wasn’t sure what Kenny meant by telling him to turn around, unless he meant…?

Before AJ could say anything, Kenny jumped off of him and pulled both of his arms forward. Forcing AJ to land on his hands and knees and this began to frighten him. Hadn’t they already made it clear that he was NOT going to bottom tonight? “Wait a minute, Ken- I don’t do this.”

“Shut up,” Kenny barked. Before AJ could protest any further Kenny crawled underneath AJ’s legs and laid down on his back, taking him by surprise by shoving his cock deep into Kenny’s mouth. “O-Ooh, god damn it,” AJ moaned as Kenny hummed in approval, making him jerk down into the hot, wet heat as he almost struggled to balance himself up. At the angle they were in Kenny was allowing AJ to fuck his throat at full force. The gagging noises that were coming out from the man below him was like music to his ears, and after a few minutes of this AJ was almost real close to cumming.

Kenny seemed to sense this as he popped AJ’s dick out of his mouth. “Lay down,” he commanded. AJ managed to breathe out a chuckle as he did what he was told. “You sure are a bossy one. I’m gonna have to teach you some manners one day.”

“Its gonna take a lot of that to try and tame me, babe,” Kenny groaned as he pushed AJ down onto his back, straddling him as he reached over to the dresser again to grab a small bottle of lube. AJ watched in awe as Kenny poured some over his fingertips and began fingering himself, then applying a generous amount onto AJ’s length soon after. God, he was so perfect right now.

“Wait, Kenny, I gotta let you know.. I ain’t never done this–”

AJ’s mouth fell open into an O before he could continue. Kenny was already sitting down onto AJ’s length, slowly but soon after it finally gave way when he moved his hips at a slighter angle. They were both breathing hard, and AJ tried not to give into temptation to pound his tight ass right then and there as he didn’t want to hurt him. Kenny began to rock his hips the rest of the way down, letting out a whimper as he tried to adjust to AJ’s size.

“Fuuuuuuck,” AJ moaned, his fingers were now digging into Kenny’s hip bones. The euphoric feeling of him around his cock was SO much different than sex with a woman. And daresay he may even enjoy it better this way. Kenny was so fucking tight. And at this point he was almost wishing that he didn’t receive the amazing blowjob prior to this. He didn’t wanna cum just yet. He had to stay still, he had to stay still, he had to stay still…

“Okay, okay, go ahead,” Kenny urged, and so AJ did. He gently thrust his hips upwards, testing the waters. Kenny grunted, was that negative or positive?

“Oh my god, AJ. Just fuck me already,” Kenny ordered, kissing AJ again as they began to move their hips together.

“Shit,” AJ growled as he finally found a rhythm. He pushed himself up, chest to chest with Kenny as they thrust against each other, his hands digging into AJ’s hair and tugging and damn did it ever feel good. “Look at you, acting like a little whore all night and now that you finally took me home.. I’ll be damned if you try tell me what to do.”

Kenny was practically chanting as AJ was now repeatedly stabbing up at his prostate. He could also tell that Kenny enjoyed the dirty talk just as much as he did with the way his body responded. He was definitely the most vocal lover AJ has ever encountered, and he took it with pride that he had him under control with just the use of his cock. He absolutely loved it.

“Are you ready for your first lesson, slut?” AJ darkly whispered into Kenny’s ear.

He wasted no time in connecting his hand hard onto Kenny’s ass, causing a whimper to escape from his lips. It wasn’t good enough. A second swat came in and this time it was much harder. Then AJ did it again, and again, and again… each time more harder then before until he had Kenny crying out more for him. All the while still pounding away at his ass and leaving love bites all across his chest.

Kenny was a complete fucking mess and AJ loved every second of it.

He tried to pull Kenny closer, but it was impossible as they were already as close as two people could be without becoming one. He growled low in his chest as Kenny announced he was about to come, and just in time too as AJ was teetering on the edge as well.

“Fucking hell!” Kenny screamed. His whole body was jerking as he came between them, no contact to his cock whatsoever. He never thought of it before but to AJ it was now one of the hottest things he’s ever witnessed. He hissed at the contracting muscles milking him and he couldn’t hold it anymore. Not with Kenny looking and sounding like this. AJ groaned, cupping Kenny’s ass as he thrust hard as he could just a couple more times before exploding up into Kenny’s body.

They groaned in relief as if they had been dying of thirst as they both just sat there. Holding each other and not moving, their heads resting on one another’s shoulder. They were both sticky and a mess but neither of them cared. “Nnnn,” Kenny hummed. “You came inside of me.”

“Jesus Christ,” AJ murmured, kissing the other man along his neck and along the jawline. “We just met, I punished the shit outta you, and that’s all you gotta say?”

“Does this mean we gotta use handcuffs next time?” Kenny purred, his arms still wrapped around AJ’s neck as he nuzzled their noses together. “Don’t tempt me,” AJ replied. “I just might make your future lessons more harsh than tonight.”

Oh shit, this kid was gonna be the death of him.

Kenny started to shift, ready to detangle himself, but AJ just kept him in his place. God damn, he was strong.

“No! Just a while longer. I kinda like this feeling,” AJ said sleepily, seeming unbothered by the sticky cum on their abdomens that was now feeling gross and cold to Kenny. And there’s also the fact that the soreness was starting to kick in. “I feel like a fucking cum rag. Let me go,” Kenny laughed as he was finally released out of AJ’s grip. He slowly rolled off of him so they can lay next to each other. Maybe in a bit they can finally muster enough strength get themselves up and help clean each other off.

He most definitely would have to thank Karl for this one. Finally an idea of his that actually wasn’t stupid.

If you made it this far, congrats! It’s the end!! *throws rainbow streamers in your face* Okay, I only proofread this one time so there might be some mistakes. And I know this took forever to post but there it is. Sorry if it seems long, or even too short for some tastes. And as usual.. like or reblog if you enjoyed reading it. Comment if you didn’t. Any and all criticism is welcome here. :) ps. for some stupid reason I couldn’t tag anyone AGAIN! Believe it or not I write and publish all my stories through mobile, so that’s another reason why this takes so long lmaooooo! I apologize if I’ve left a lot of you out. Again, I hate the mobile app. Someone buy me a laptop for my birthday.

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turtleinred2016 · 7 years

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Professional Love pt 2

Sorry it's so short, I write these parts until I can't think of what should come next. There will definitely be more to come.

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The class was small, a normal size for a college class. Raph looked around at the other students in the room. They were mostly girls, which was odd because of so many guys being in Raph's other classes. What made this class so different? "Shh! Quiet everyone, he's coming!" One of the girls shouted to quiet the class. Everyone fell silent as the professor walked in. He wasn't too tall, about Donnie's height, and Donnie was tall for his age. The Japanese man had well kept wavy black hair, and the deepest blue eyes Raph had ever seen. He wore a regular blue collared shirt and a black bowtie. He had a rather nice build, and what looked like a Legend of Zelda pen in the shape of a sword in his shirt pocket. "Greetings, class." The professor spoke, his accent clear as day. A few of the girls in the room swooned just from him greeting the class. The man wrote his name on the board before continuing. "I am Mr. Hamato, but you all may call me Leonardo."

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shakespearean-tc · 5 years

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Teacher Crush Background

Originally posted March 29th, 2019 Some background on me and A.

I know that like, I haven’t known him for 2 or 3 years like others in the community, but… I dunno I really needed to get my story out because keeping this in is so hard

He started teaching at my high school around late January. He’s small for a guy, like 5′ 5-6″. I’m almost 5′ 10″ so??? theres an issue haha but hes adorable. We’re 6 years apart? Does this even matter? Who knows.

Anyway, he began as our student teacher and I seriously thought that he was such a dork at the beginning. It was an endearing thought, but he seemed so quirky? Which isn’t a bad thing but he had sO MuCH ENERGy. hes a millenial so like he knows all of the memes and vines and omg i just- Yeah. He’s a good teacher and he’s gone through some rough stuff, but he’s just??? Such a wonderful guy.

Eventually, I found out he was a huge nerd? i was just talking about Legend of Zelda with my friend and he just literally like I swear to god, his ears perked up and he was like “Yo were you just talking about Majora’s Mask?” And i was like “Uh wow, yeah i was how tf did you-” “OMG I LITERALLY LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH ITS MY FAVORITE”

But I guess??? I’ll just like share some times when I really was like “omg i think i have a crush” because why tf not i dunno what the heck im doing

1- This is like 2 weeks in since he’s been teaching us. We were doing an exercise so that we could work on our natural reactions, yeah? You would say a word and the other people in your group would answer with the first word that came to mind. Because in theatre, it’s really difficult to fake a genuine reaction to something and also because improvisation my dudes

But anyhow, I was bored and I just kinda was like “Trauma.” And my friend, E, goes, “PTSD” and then my other friend just yells “TYLER” and A just leaped up and was like “CONCERN?!??!?!” and so he just walked over and we were laughing so hard i could hardly breathe, but he just looked at us, slightly concerned, and my friend made some stupid comment, I cant even remember what it was but i started laughing even harder that i snORTED and he looked at me and I just went bright red and he started laughing SO HARD THAT HE WAS ALMOST CRYING and we finally calmed down and i just kinda mumbled “omg i hate my laugh that was awful” and he just smiled at me and was like “Hey, don’t. it’s real and it’s an awesome laugh. i love it.”

2- This was probably about a month in or so. Middle of February. He started out coming to class dressed like?? Really nice, and hes got long hair so he always wore it in a ponytail. He was in like slacks and dress shirt, tie, etc, etc. I always thought it was kinda cute, but then one day, out of the blue- He shows up to class with his hair down, jeans, sneakers, a zelda shirt and this really nice leather jacket- i swear to god he walked into class and i like glanced up from my sketchbook and had to do a friggin double take??? He looked like a different man??? but he looked so much more comfortable like jeez wow he looked so nice, and now he dresses like this all the time

3- One day after class, i was packing up my stuff, and it was just me and him in the classroom. out of the blue he started coughing really hard and really bad and i like dropped everything and was like “OmG ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED HELP” and he just kinda shook his head, and drank some water. after a minute he turned to me, and was like “No, im ok, im okay” and i was like “okay, but??? are you sure??? that scared me” and he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and said “listen, idk if ill tell the rest of the class, but… you cant tell anyone about this because its embarrassing.” and i was here thinking “wtf is it??” and he says “I have Cystic fibrosis (ill refer to this as CF later on in my blog posts at some points).” and i looked at him all weird and was like “what is that” and he tells me “its hard to explain but basically my lungs dont work right and its hard for me to breathe a lot of the time.” and i just “how come ive never heard of it?” He says “Its really rare. its a life threatening disease, and i dont like to tell many people about it because i feel like they treat me like im delicate and fragile, and i dont want to be treated like that. please don’t tell anyone else.” and i smiled softly and nodded. “Okay I won’t. Just… let me know if you need help.” He smiled at me. “Thanks M. Will do. Have a good day.”

4- In late February. We were working on memorising our scenes that we had written and one of the other groups had just finished theirs. it was a very sad scene and he was like “Ouch, right in my feels. good job guys.” And he started walking out of the room, when one of the girls was talking to me and said “yeah, were gonna have her die in the end” and by now, A is out of the room, but i hear like a very soft thumpthumpthumpthump and he runs back into the room and yells “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’VE DONE THIS” and runs out, leaving the rest of us dying of laughter. (another time me and my friend were quoting vines and she goes “say colorado!” and he runs up behind up and just “IM A GIRAFFE”)

We’re really good friends, always talking after class and sharing jokes. He sometimes rants with me after school.

I guess this last one is when I realised I was… almost falling in love with him. I know it sounds so silly, but idk its nice to finally be able to say it.

This was the 1st of March. It was the night we were performing our scenes, and there was like 100-150 people in the audience. I have bad stage fright, but what you need to know is that I had a boyfriend a few years back who killed himself, and sometimes I see people that look like him, and i almost get… triggered?? Idk how to explain it but i break down. Anyway, we were backstage and I was helping one of the groups carry off their props when, for some reason, I looked out into the audience and I froze. Because in my eyes, there was a man sitting there that looked identical to my dead boyfriend. I started to shake, and I dropped the prop I was holding. Luckily the lights were almost completely out, so the audience could hardly see anything. My friend grabbed me and the prop and dragged me off stage. I got out into the hall next to the theatre and i just stood there, like a deer in headlights. the hall was almost completely empty, and my friend was like “are you alright?” i told her i was fine, and that I just needed a minute. she went back into the theatre to watch the other groups perform. i was alone in the hall now, and everything hit me like a brick. i began to get really dizzy and i started to lean against the wall. every time i closed my eyes, all i saw was that man, and i started to sob. i was shaking and i felt like i was going to die. i was already really anxious about our scene, and i was hitting the wall with my fist because i was kinda mad at myself. my boyfriend had been dead for about a year, and i got so upset with myself when i thought about it because i blamed myself for everything and i felt stupid because he’d been gone for so long. my knuckles started to bleed and thats when I heard the backstage door shut and I whipped my head around to see A there. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears and pretend like I was fine. He looked at me, and the rest went as such:

A: “M? What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Are you okay?” Me: “Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine. Peachy. I’m great.”

I laughed and I wiped more tears from my eyes, but the salt started to sting my bleeding knuckles. I hissed in pain, and his eyes widened. He grabbed my hand.

A: “M? What… Why are your knuckles bleeding? You’re- You’re crying. You’re obviously not alright.”

I laughed again, shaking my head.

Me: “No. I’m fine.” A: “Your knuckles are bleeding. You are NOT fine. Please. Tell me. What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath, and I heard the other door open. The other group must’ve been finished with their scene. Some of the other kids began filing out and I tried to make it look like I hadn’t been crying.

“Excuse me?” I heard someone ask.

A and I both turned around. And lo, and behold. That man. was right there. I dont know his name. i know nothing about him. but he was a spitting image of my boyfriend. “Do you know when (name of my classmate) is performing her scene? She’s my younger sister, and I’ve got to get home soon, but I don’t want to miss it.” He informed us.

I turned around again, trying not to freak out while A told him that they would be on stage soon. The man went back into the theatre, along with my classmates. I was choking back tears and A must’ve noticed. A: “M? Are you sure you’re okay? You look like a deer in headlights.” Me: “Who is he? I- I don’t want to see him again, he looks like- like-” At this point in time, I couldn’t hold much back. I began to cry all over again and A sat me down against the wall. I told him everything. I told him about my boyfriend, the suicide, my anxiety, how I was so scared to get on stage, and that I couldn’t handle seeing that man. I told him all of it. When I was done, he reached for his shirt collar and pulled out a locket. He opened it, showing it to me. A: “Do you see her?” There was a young woman in the photo with A, and they were both laughing.

Me: “She’s pretty. Who is she?” A: “My sister. She passed away from CF when I was 16. I wear this locket to remind me of her and how she was one of the only people who believed in me, especially when no one else did. Everyday, it keeps me strong, and reminds me that I can go through hard things and make it out alright in the end. Now, I want you to listen closely. First of all, your boyfriend’s suicide was NOT your fault, okay? No matter what. It was his decision, and I know that he wouldn’t want you to spend your entire life blaming yourself for something he chose. Second, you have no reason to be scared on stage. I’ve seen you trying so hard to get your lines memorised and become this character. You’re such an amazing actress and you’ve no reason to feel uneasy. Stage fright is hard. It really is.” He grabbed my hands at this point. “But you are AMAZING. And you are going to be so wonderful up there on stage. I have faith in you M.”

I swallowed, and nodded, wiping my eyes. He stood up, and helped me stand up. A: “Now c’mon. Let’s go see if we can find some bandaids for your hands.” We both went to the classroom, found some bandaids and cleaned off my hands. When it came time for our scene, he wished me good luck. For once, I felt confident. I felt like I was alright. After the entire show was over, we were cleaning up the stage. My friends were waiting outside for me by my car and I went over to A. He set down the prop he was holding and turned to me, smiling. A: “You were great! I told you that you could do it!” Me: “Thanks A. I just wanted to let you know that tonight meant a lot to me. I was really upset and anxious, but you made me feel a lot better. You’re a great teacher, and I’m so glad that you’re with us.” He smiled really big. A: “Thanks M. That means a lot to me. You have a lot of potential, and I love talking with you. Have a good night.” I bid him farewell, and since then? Things have been different. We’re… friends, I suppose. We talk after class more often, we have intellectual discussions over email, we share an emotional bond. I guess that’s when I really realised I was basically in love with him. He’s one of the only people in my life who I can feel completely comfortable around, someone that I trust with basically everything. He makes me feel special and of worth, and I know it all sounds so silly, but I really adore him. Thanks for reading this whole big long post, i guess

i really like the tcc community to be honest, even though im remotely new to it. a lot of people seem really cool if you ever want to rant to me or just talk, im here to listen!

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pixelgrotto · 7 years

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The potential of a blue tunic I remember when Breath of the Wild was first revealed in 2014, one of the first things that caught my eye in the trailer, aside from the huge world, was Link’s different attire. Instead of his usual green fairy boy tunic, he was decked out in a blue outfit and a hood. Nintendo had been teasing a “blue Link” for a while now, first testing the waters with his Wind Waker shirt and then the long anime scarf he wore in Hyrule Warriors. But they’d always stuck to the green garb in the end, because Nintendo is a traditional, conservative company comfortable with traditional, conservative things. Breath of the Wild was supposed to be something radical, though - an upgrade bringing The Legend of Zelda into the 21st century with modern game mechanics. I didn’t know for sure if the Big N would pull it off, but I thought that perhaps the blue tunic was a start, and I was optimistic in my impressions as the years went on.

Fast forward to 2017, and I finally beat the game about two weeks ago after four months of regular playing. I came as close to “100%” that I’m willing to go, with 155 hours under my belt, all 120 shrines found and the Trials of the Sword DLC completed. I only found 110 Korok Seeds, but that was more than enough, and at the moment, BotW owns the title of the second most time I’ve devoted to a first playthrough of a single-player game. (Number one still goes to The Witcher 3, which stole a staggering 215 hours from my life. Maybe BotW will get there when its next DLC pack comes out.) We’ve reached the point in BotW’s life cycle where we’re past the time of copious praise and now in the era of contrarian think pieces, like one that was published by Destructoid two days ago, entitled “Breaking down why Breath of the Wild is highly overrated.” And there’s a lot of stuff in that article, as well as in the complaints of other people on the internet who didn’t love the game as much as the enthusiast press, that makes sense. This was Nintendo’s first open world project, and while they clearly studied what makes the genre tick, they picked up a few bad habits along the way. The weapons break far too much, yes. The side quests, with the exception of a few like Tarrey Town, are forgettable and a far cry from anything in The Witcher 3. (In fact, a huge majority of the quests are little more than “find me 10 of this” affairs, straight out of World of Warcraft’s game design guide…in 2006.) The 900 collectible Korok Seeds business is extravagant and seems like Nintendo splurging on a lazy design trope, and much ado has been made on how the 120 shrines across the map could’ve been consolidated into something like 50 or 60. Speaking of the map, pretty much every negative review calls it “soulless,” and it is in some ways. It’s a bit too big, with certain regions like the jungle feeling half-baked. And while the game does feature cute towns, the people residing in them are largely simplistic NPCs who never seem to act like Calamity Ganon is a threat lurking around the corner…which is maybe due to the minimal (though charming in its own fairy tale way) plot, which is designed to be as unobtrusive as possible in order to give the player more options. But Zelda was never really a series like The Witcher, which focuses strongly on story. Zelda’s always been gameplay-driven, and for every flaw that Breath of the Wild has, it did three or four things with its mechanics that made me forgive. Clearing a Bokobolin camp by lighting the ground on fire to create a updraft, sailing into the air via paraglider, shooting a bomb arrow into a crack of their cave to ignite powder kegs and watching everything go BOOM in a massive explosion is thrilling the first time you do it and stays thrilling 100 hours in. Fighting Lynels, who initially seem frighteningly OP but become both manageable and farmable over time, is a rush that almost feels like it’s from another franchise entirely…a certain franchise with a name that begins with D and S. (Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna say it.) And while portions of the game’s map are underdeveloped, I’ve got to give a shout-out to the Gerudo region. I’ve normally lukewarm on desert areas in games, since I don’t really like deserts in real life. But with changing temperatures that force you to swap between different outfits in the day and night, giant desert worms hidden under the dunes, sand seal surfing (!!!) and an entire town filled with women who are not only the most interesting NPCs in the game, but are also all non-white and with surprisingly varied body types, Gerudo’s one of the best parts of BotW.

So if you haven’t figured it out by now, I enjoyed the game very much despite its flaws, and while it’ll take some time to determine if it can outclass the impact that Ocarina of Time had on me in 1999, I do think that it lived up to my expectations. Above all, I like how it went back to the franchise’s roots, essentially re-creating the feel of Zelda 1 (an early example of an open world game) with a new coat of paint inspired by Hayao Miyazaki. By doing this, BotW effectively broke the “eight linear dungeons with items doled out in-between” formula that the series had become so reliant upon over the last few years, and as someone who quickly becomes bored with formula, such a change was gratifying to experience. (Heck, I know I’m in the minority here, but I never really played Zelda for the dungeons and puzzle-solving in the first place - I played it for the series’ sense of adventure.) Yes, just like that Destructoid article mentioned, there are plenty of things that Nintendo needs to refine, but if they combine all of the good parts from BotW with a few less shrines, a more intimate world, the side quests of Majora’s Mask and the characterization of Wind Waker, we should have some darn solid sequels coming in the near future.

And to go back to the blue tunic, my initial thoughts on giving Link an aqua appearance turned out to be right after all. The blue tunic is not only unique and contemporary; it’s also a tangible representation of BotW moving in a different direction from its peers. Furthermore, since it’s Link’s new default, it pulls off the cool trick of making his green getup, which is unlockable via Amiibo or by clearing all 120 shrines, seem “old school” in a good, desirable way, rather than a tired, traditional one. It’s a reinvigorating new look for new times, in other words. Blue to stand out from the green wilderness that Link explores in-game, and blue to differentiate Breath of the Wild from its predecessors as a bold beginning as fresh as sea breeze.

I say…bring on the blue. Art courtesy of Nintendo.

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fioreofthemarch · 7 years

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Hateno Housemates Pt 3 (Post-BOTW Zelink)

(Hateno Housemates is now also on AO3!)

Pairing: Zelda x Link Setting: Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild (postgame) Words: 1300

Spring

Link knelt by the vegetable plot in the garden of his Hateno house, inspecting a fully-grown hearty radish. He turned over the sturdy leaves between a thumb and a forefinger, face twisted in thought, before snatching up the little gardening book that sat at his side. Radishes typically take around six weeks to grow to maturity. He’d underlined the sentence twice, for the precise reason that he’d only planted the radishes a fortnight prior. Perhaps the Hateno soil was unusually rich, or perhaps the book was outdated. Zelda had salvaged it from the Hyrule Castle Library for him after he’d mentioned wanting to try his hand at gardening. They’d built four vegetable plots together in the yard next to their Hateno house, and Zelda had returned from her next trip to Hyrule Castle with a large bundle of books on everything from composting to cultivation.

Link lowered his book, and eyed the radishes skeptically. On the last day that he and Zelda had shared in Hateno, Link’s radish plot contained little more than sprouts – but Zelda had assured him that radishes were hardy, and would grow no matter the skill of their gardener. In fact, she had seemed a tad too sure of the matter. Link reached into his shirt, and pulled out the faintly glowing message medallion.

Zelda had taken the Sheikah Slate to document the progress on Hyrule Castle, so it was Link’s turn with the medallion. He wore it constantly, both a convenience and a comfort; a small piece of her, reminding him that they were never truly very far apart.

Link tapped the medallion in the now familiar rhythm; ta-ta-ta-ta, ta, daah-ta-daah-daah

The medallion’s diffuse glow intensified, and Link spoke: “Zelda? Are you there?”

There was a pause, and then the sweet voice spoke back. “Of course I am, Link,” He could practically hear that sun-gold smile. “How can I help?”

Link wasn’t sure how to word the question. He carefully examined the radish again. No, he decided. I’m sure of this.

“You didn’t… do something to the garden did you?” he asked slowly. “Before you left?”

“…No,” Zelda said simply.

“Okay, it’s just…uh…” Link looked back to the book; six weeks…six weeks…six weeks. “The radishes are growing really well.”

Zelda understood his words immediately. “That isn’t how my powers work, Link.” He could hear her chuckling as she spoke. “I can’t just… wish for things to happen.”

“Are you sure ?”

“Link, really. You started a garden and it’s going well. That is all it is.” There was impatience in her voice. Rumbling in the background, Link could hear the bustling noises of the newly rebuilt Hyrule Castle Town: voices of passersby, locked in their own arguments; carts rolling against the cobblestone; children squealing as they ran through the streets. It sounds busy, he thought, and then with a burst of warmth. It sounds alive.

“If you say so,” he sighed, still a little skeptical, adding, “When are you back?”

“Soon hopefully. Why, your garden not enough company?” Zelda teased.

Link didn’t miss a beat. The sparring was a familiar dance now. “Not really. The radishes don’t argue as much though.”

“Radishes also don’t do your washing and use their powers help you find socks that you lost under the bed.”

“And I said thank you for that,” Link deflected. “Hurry back, okay. Hateno Festival is next week.”

“I always hurry to see you,” Zelda said wryly, the slightest hint of affection in her voice, and then the glow of the message medallion faded. She was gone.

The spring time Hateno Festival was already underway by the time Zelda rode into Hateno village. There was a note for her in the journal by the door.

Knew you’d be on the road and didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll be in town all day – got roped into helping with the produce stall - Link

P.S. There’s a parcel for you on the bed. Hope Seldon and I got it right.

Seldon? The tailor? Zelda climbed the steps to the loft, passing the long forgotten sleeping nook that Link had built for himself under the stairs. The pair were so often at the house without each other that it was more practical to use in the same bed. And when they were in Hateno together, well, there was no reason not to continue the arrangement…

Gingerly, Zelda unwrapped the parcel that Link had left her, and gasped as she pulled out a brand new, seashell coloured tunic made in the Hateno style. A note was pinned to the sleeve.

Something new for spring

“You shouldn’t have,” Zelda said aloud, holding the tunic up to the light. She still felt guilty for forgetting to find him a Winter’s Gift – though Zelda had managed to covertly enhance the budding crops in Link’s garden as a secret way of making it up to him. Perhaps ‘secret’ was no longer the right word; Link certainly wasn’t a fool and if Zelda feared that she might have given the crops a bit too much of a boost.

Zelda slipped on the new tunic, marveling at how light it felt against her skin, and stepped out of the house to head for the Hateno Festival.

Link was helping Medda and Dantz, two of the farmers in the village, with their vegetable stall. The festival was buzzing around them: stalls and decorations spanned almost the entire town; a band was playing folk tunes by the inn; and at the centre of the village the people danced and chattered – coming together to celebrate the end of another winter.

The men at the vegetable stall were swapping tips on the art of gardening, with Link listening intently to their every word. Medda tapped Link on the arm when he saw Zelda approach, a knowing smile on the farmer’s face.

Link turned, his face brightening into a beaming smile when he saw her, and he jogged over from the stall. Zelda clasped her hands behind her back. “Does it look okay?” she asked

Link gave her no answer; instead he swept her into his arms, spinning her around in a fierce hug. Zelda near shrieked in both shock and delight.

“You have to stop with these gifts,” she told him after he let her go. “I still haven’t given you anything in return.”

Link raised a brow at her. “So those giant radishes in my garden – just a coincidence?”

Zelda tried to act coy, but under Link’s gaze all she could do was laugh.

He shook his head, and clicked his teeth. “I hope you like radish,” he said. “We’ve got enough for the whole summer.”

The letter arrived the next morning, unceremoniously delivered by an amiable Rito courier. It was stamped with the Royal seal, and consisted of two short lines signed off by Zelda’s own Chief Advisor.

The Castle is ready to be inhabited, Your Grace. We can have your chambers furnished within a week.

Zelda stood before the crackling fireplace; the morning air still brought a chill and she had recently discovered her powers were useful for setting fires. Up in the loft, Link was still fast asleep in bed. The festival had stretched into the long hours – with no shortage of dancing and drinking. Link and Zelda had tried their hand at both; neither could dance, they discovered, but they were determined to learn for each other. It was almost dawn before they’d stumbled home together, giggling like children and fumbling for the key to their front door.

Zelda struggled to remember a time when she had felt more at ease, more like herself, than when she had returned with Link to the house – no, the home – that they now shared.

She folded the letter in two, and threw it into the fire.

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sammisincostumeagain · 7 years

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Fanime: Then vs. Now (2017)

I’ve been going to Fanime since my junior year in high school back in 2009, and a lot has changed--much of it for the better.

So, this year at Fanime was almost a completely new experience for me. I’ve been steadily improving as a cosplayer each year, adding onto my costumes and learning new crafts and techniques. I have been a huge fan of the Legend of Zelda for years, and every time a new game releases I try to make the best costume I can for the new release. Usually I have one or two other costumes for the other days of the con, but the Legend of Zelda was always a constant.

I’m not going to go on about why I identify with Link and why I feel so at home in Hyrule, because that could have its own post. What I do want to talk about is the huge shift in cosplay culture and my own experiences since I first started attending.

Before I ever went to Fanime, I attended tiny cons at my local college or in San Francisco. Anime started gaining serious traction with youth when I was in middle school, and the first series I ever saw was InuYasha. It inspired me to draw, and I’ve always loved dressing up. For two straight weeks in high school my senior year, I wore a different costume every single day despite my stepmother picking on me for being a ‘weirdo’. Hey, I may be a weirdo, but at least I’m nice.

I started learning to sew my junior year, but I wasn’t good enough to make my own costumes yet. I was a thrifter, and I got a green tee shirt from my boyfriend (because he’s a long and tall, it was a tunic on me), a pair of cargo shorts and a huge buckle belt from Goodwill, and I made myself an attempt at a hat. I did not have a sword, and that year when I went to Fanime I didn’t have any fun. I was from a poor family and had begged for money for a ticket, and I realized while there that the people with really good costumes were having the most fun. It made me nervous to talk to them because I was embarrassed at my costume. I almost didn’t go back, but I got into Chobits and thought I could make a really cute Chi because even though I don’t have amber eyes, mine are hazel.

Two years later I went back to Fanime on my second college grant and didn’t go as Link. I went as Chii, which was pretty cute, but only one person took a picture and I didn’t have a good camera. The picture you see above is the only memory I have of the cosplay. I also went as Sailor Jupiter that year, and had used a white one-piece bathing suit, sewn a cute capelet with a ruffled trim and a couple of satin bows, ordered shoes online and sewn white lacing to them, and ordered some cat’s eye cabochons to use as crystals. I even made an awkward-but-almost-good wire wrapped tiara. That year a lot of people took pictures, but I didn’t remember to ask for contact information or business cards and I lost out on all of that costume. I learned a lesson that year.

The following year I got really serious. I went to Joann and bought some thin, olive-green suit lining and decided to make a real tunic and do a Twilight Princess Link. At that time, that was my favorite Legend of Zelda game. I was in a ceramics class in college and had sculpted and painted my own Majora’s mask and a Deku Mask, which I still proudly own, and I was excited to show it off. This was around the time my boyfriend and his family moved to a bigger property too, and they had a workshop that we were able to use. My boyfriend was getting into leather and wood working, and we made the shield together. I reused my pants, boots, and belt and made the tunic and hat from scratch, and then ordered a plastic sword online which was similar in shape to the Master Sword and painted it to look like it. I got a ridiculous amount of attention that year, got countless pictures taken and this time remembered to take a lot myself, but I still forgot to ask for contact information from those who photographed me. I was not very good at posing either. I was so excited, I was like a kid in a candy store; every picture had me wearing a stupid grin like a little kid, but I loved it. People thought I was adorable.

Then I got a Real Job™ and decided to kick it up a notch. I wore TP Link I think for two years before Hyrule Warriors was released. I knew if I did that costume so soon after the release it would be popular, and I craved the attention because I didn’t have a ton of friends who had this interest in common with me at the time. I wanted to do something impressive, and the new Link had new items I would have to make from scratch. I was already disappointed that I couldn’t go the year Skyward Sword came out, so I swore I would do this one. I reused my belt, cargo pants, and boots and made a tunic and scarf. I used outdoor acrylics (FolkArt makes the best) to paint the gold and green trim and the details on the scarf, and then I made the hat. I also got a decent foam sword and reused the shield. Next was the pauldron, and back then I wasn’t familiar with foam or worbla work and didn’t want to use cardboard, but I found inspiration in polymer clay sculptures on Etsy. I bought a pound of polymer clay and some spray on paint and hand sculpted the thing at my desk at work on my breaks, using a stencil I had sketched out myself. That year, there were barely any cosplayers from the game and few people cared that I was there. Maybe 10 pictures were taken. But I loved the way I looked and felt in the costume. I was still motivated and wore the same costume again the next year, and wasn’t bothered by the lack of photos because people still wanted to chat with me.

This year, I had less than 4 months to make this costume. My now-husband is an established leatherworker and has picked up a lot of techniques in foam working and even electrical over the last couple of years. Starting at the Breath of the Wild US release I got a crash course in all of these as we desperately tried to craft multiple props and accessories, all while battling depression and anxiety and trying to escape our abusive families. We had limited time to work and limited money as we were trying to move out, but couldn’t find any suitable roommates. Still, we worked up until 6:30 am the Friday of the convention and were on the road 4 hours later.

This year was a wildly new experience for me. For the first time, 90% of my costume was completely handmade. I had more detailed props than I could carry, and my reception was so different from any other year. I lost count of the number of people who wanted pictures of or with me, including several adorable children, and I even had four professional photo shoots. I had a good phone camera this time as well, and I had learned a couple of things in previous years. First, I had learned what the difference between “costuming” and “cosplaying” was and tried to act more like Link. Less smiling, don’t always look directly at the camera, and practice poses. Second, remember to get business cards and contact information from people when they take pictures. Finally, friend everybody and tag everything because we all like to be appreciated. I had every single part of the costume, and I had the bow and Ancient Arrow so I could do poses from the posters--something that was recognizable. JC pretty much made everything and I sort of just painted and tried stuff out. We made something more original and impressive: the light-up Ancient Shield.

Not only did a massive number of people want pictures and give me compliments, but four separate photographers wanted to do professional shoots with me where they requested action poses, natural poses, took panoramic photos of the whole costume, took photos in photogenic locations (like near trees and flowers), and happily handed me business cards. I was stunned. I don’t consider myself a pro by any means, so I was flattered. I had almost decided to go blonde for the costume since my hair is so hard to stuff int a wig, but I would have either had to pay $200+ or chop all my hair off and so I just stayed brunette like in the previous years. I’m also not a blue-eyed girl; I have hazel eyes, so that’s not exactly a match and I don’t know how to get ahold of a good set of contacts yet. Despite that major lack of accuracy, I was wildly popular and people consistently asked me about the construction of my costume and props and I was so excited to answer questions. Early on in my cosplay “career” I had known somebody I considered to be a friend who was very good, and youhave probably met her; however, when i asked her for help she would ignore me and I had to learn everything myself. I didn’t like how that felt, so I resolved not to be like that. I openly give information on costume construction.

Normally I only go to Fanime, and that’s just one time a year. I used to be too broke to attend more events than that, but since I got promoted last year and I’ve gotten more and more into art and crafting I’ve decided to try and dedicate more time to it, even in my turbulent life. JC and I are far from stable at the moment and have to scrounge for opportunities to practice our art, but I never thought I would ever be this good. So I think that’s the moral of the story; you might start out just assembling pieces and think you’re never going to be as good as the best cosplayers you encounter, but as long as you keep trying new things and challenging yourself then you’re almost guaranteed to get there eventually. Don’t lose your motivation.

I met a bunch of Breath of the Wild cosplayers, and one other Link stuck out to me in particular. In general her cosplay was a lot more accurate than mine, but she didn’t really have any props. She didn’t feel that confident about the costume, but then a photographer caught us after the meetup and asked her to take a picture with my bow and ancient arrow, not realizing that they were mine. I handed them to her excitedly and was like, “Go, go do it!” and she was like, “Are you sure?” But she took it and had her first serious photoshoot right there with the pro photographers. I got another photoshoot out of it too, but the best part was that it had been the highlight of her weekend, which also made it mine. I made a ton of friends this year, and that was the best part of the weekend and it really brought me closer to the character I was portraying.

Anyway, sorry for this enormous feelings dump! If you read it this far, I just want you to know I appreciate you and keep working at it! Tutorials are coming soon and I’m always happy to answer questions. I hope you enjoy every con you attend as much as I enjoyed this one.

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pocketseizure · 7 years

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The Marriage of Lanayru, Chapter Nine

Light and Shadow

Zelda opens her heart to Ganondorf in her room – and in her bed.

2,400 words ☆ NSFW ☆ (Also on AO3) (Story Tag on Tumblr)

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"You are my fiancé, after all." Zelda blushed as she said this, but she forced herself to look at Ganondorf.

He was without his armor, and he had removed the sharp crown that framed his face within a halo of blades. He wore a loose robe over a long shirt with a high collar, and he had pulled his hair back into a loose and tangled bun. No longer a demon of legend or a warlord from a forgotten past, he appeared to her as the man he must once have been.

Although Ganondorf seemed angry to be interrupted when she walked in on him in the library, Zelda suspected that he wouldn't have stationed himself here if he didn't want to be found. He had the run of the castle, and it wasn't as if she were forcing him to stay in Hyrule. He was free to leave her just as Link had, yet he remained behind.

Zelda's intuition had told her that she would find Ganondorf here, but she still experienced a moment of surprise when she laid eyes on him surrounded by small hills of discarded books. Her hunch had been correct – he was researching Hyrule's history and trying, in his own way, to find a means of exorcising what haunted this cursed kingdom.

"But I'd prefer for us not to be observed," Zelda continued. "Can you take us to the tower?"

As the darkness grew thicker around them, Ganondorf stood. "I suppose I can do that," he answered, holding her gaze.

The shadows were heavy on his face, and his expression was unreadable. The light she had cast was fading. She used all the energy she could muster to create it, but she knew it wouldn't last long. She had not been born with magic, and it was still largely a mystery to her. Zelda wondered if the princesses who came before her had been overwhelmed to find themselves at the center of the movements of such powerful forces.

Ganondorf rolled his shoulders, and the lines of the embroidery on his robe began to glow with a rich golden red. Zelda stepped forward, stopping mere inches away from him. After regarding her for a few seconds, his eyes shining with reflected light, he enfolded her in the wings of his sleeves. The fabric smelled of incense, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. When he carried her through the Twilight, she barely registered the bitter chill of the transition.

In the blink of an eye they were in her room, but Ganondorf did not immediately release her. He seemed to be waiting for her to direct the situation. Now that she was finally alone with him, she found that she was unsure of how to proceed. Even after she became the ruler of Hyrule in all but name, Zelda had been forced to lead by suggestion instead of by command. Ganondorf expected her to communicate without circumlocution, however, and he responded to her ungilded expression of her will without challenging her authority. At first it had been difficult to speak with him, but she was growing used to stating her mind without veiling her intentions.

"I'd like to see the scar left by the Sword of Sages," she said. "Is that all right?"

Ganondorf lowered his arms without responding. Zelda feared she had offended him by being too forward, but she did not step away.

"It's fine," he finally answered. Zelda was momentarily confused by the tone of his voice before realizing that he must feel as uncertain as she did. The memory of his defeat on the point of the sword of her chosen knight must still be fresh in his mind, just as it was in hers. Fate demanded that they be enemies, and he had no way of knowing for certain that she did not wish to harm him. Regardless, she pressed on.

"Can I open your shirt?"

Again there was a gravid silence. Zelda searched Ganondorf's face for an indication of what he was thinking, but his expression remained as neutral as if she were not standing close enough to hear his every breath. This encounter was not turning out as she planned. She had worked with Ganondorf closely over the past several days, and he was never without a means to break an impasse. Unlike her, he wielded power over others as if it were second nature to him. It was strange that he should now stand so still and silent, and Zelda realized that she would have to take action.

She reached down to his side and clasped his hand before pressing it to her chest directly above her heart. As she counted her heartbeats to calm herself, she watched Ganondorf's face slowly soften. Eventually he took her hand and placed it on his collar, sliding her fingers under the band of fabric that covered the smooth metal clasps holding it together. His fingers lingered on hers, his touch warm and dry, as Zelda began unlinking the closures.

Ganondorf's shirt fell open, and Zelda saw that his torso was covered in scars that drew pale lines across his skin. He didn't seem to be that much older than she was, but he had seen things she never would. She couldn't begin to imagine what he had lived through. The wound from the Sword of Sages was larger than she expected, almost as if it had been blasted by an explosive. It had not healed well. The mass of scar tissue was ropy and discolored. Zelda touched the tips of her fingers to its outer edge, and Ganondorf sucked in his breath sharply.

Suddenly the Triforce crest on the back of her hand flared with light. The wound began glowing in response, sending bright tendrils of pulsing illumination outward. Zelda leaned forward and touched one of the shining pathways spreading from its center. Her fingertips tingled with the strength of the magic. She traced the radius of the light, but it was as hard and cold as steel and felt nothing like skin. Although she had never witnessed anything like this, she instinctively knew that she was looking at sealing magic of the highest order.

"That's enough," Ganondorf said, his voice oddly choked. Zelda had gotten lost in her analysis, and Ganondorf's words forced her to return to herself, bringing her back to the reality of breath and skin and touch. She envisioned herself in her mind's eye, standing in front of a man while caressing his bare chest. As she backed away, she couldn't help glancing down, and she glimpsed the ridge of a hard line through the loose fabric of Ganondorf's trousers. He saw that she had seen, and he turned his face away from her as he stepped back.

"I should go," he said, lifting his hands to refasten his collar.

"Don't!" Zelda raised her voice to stop him as she caught one of his arms. "I mean... please. Please stay."

"Zelda..." Ganondorf turned back to her and took both of her hands in his. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to sacrifice yourself for what you think I want."

"But what about what I want?" she protested. "No one ever asks. If the Triforce of Power isn't returned to Hyrule, the land will crumble, and so I asked you to remain here. But that isn't about what I want. If I don't find a spouse to legitimize my rule, then this kingdom will fall, and so I proposed marriage. But that isn't about what I want either. I'm just doing what I'm expected to do. I wasn't supposed to do it like this, and you were never supposed to be here. But this is about me, and this is about what I want..."

Zelda's words trailed off, and then there was only the beating of her heart and the soft glow of the Triforce crest on her hand and the terrible wound on Ganondorf's chest. Before she was aware of what she was doing, Zelda reached for Ganondorf just as he bent down to her. When their lips met, it was as perfectly choreographed as if it had been planned centuries before they were ever born.

Zelda savored the touch of his lips on hers before drawing away slightly. Ganondorf pulled her closer and kissed her again. She ran her tongue across the seam of his lips, and he opened himself to her, stroking her hair as the kiss deepened. His hands were gentle, but his tongue was not. Zelda felt her inhibitions melting under the heat of his ardor, and she pressed her body against the hardness of his shaft.

Ganondorf made a small noise and then pushed her away, holding her at an arm's length.

"It's been a very long time for me," he said, his voice low. "I may have gotten carried away. Is this really what you want?"

Why does he keep asking me that? Zelda thought in frustration. Is it really so strange that I would want this? Is there some sort of problem with me?

"Am I not good enough for you?" she asked. "Is it just this kingdom you want?"

"Zelda – " Ganondorf interjected, a pained look crossing his face.

She shook her head and continued. "Hyrule is decaying, slowly but surely. Link left as soon as you came, and without his Triforce, it's only a matter of time before the kingdom falls. We're so isolated, and all we have left are chasms and ruins. No matter how hard I try, there's nothing I can do to fix this. I can keep things together a little longer, but it doesn't matter, not in the end. This is a dying land. If you want Hyrule so badly, you can take it."

Zelda felt tears gathering in her eyes as the thoughts she had concealed for years poured out of her. It had been a mistake to do this. Embarrassed, she tried to turn away, but Ganondorf held her to him. He cupped her chin in his Triforce-branded hand and tilted her face up to his.

"This isn't about Hyrule," he said, and kissed her.

At the touch of his lips, Zelda's anxiety fell away. The glow of the wound on Ganondorf's chest grew dim, as did the Triforce crests on their hands, and soon there was nothing in the room with them except the moonlight coming through the tower window. The spark of Zelda's desire grew, becoming hotter as it was fanned by the pressure of Ganondorf's hands. She slid her palm under the collar of his shirt, separating the thin fabric from his skin. He shrugged it off along with his robe, and when he reached for her again he lifted her from her feet.

As he carried her to the bed Zelda marveled at how easy it had been for him to pick her up. Ganondorf was tall and imposing, but it had never been his physical presence that she feared. It was his words that he used to shape the world around him, and she had never given much thought to the body that might lie under the layers of metal and cloth he draped over himself. For the first time she realized how strong he must be, yet she felt secure in his arms. If he intended to hurt her, that time had now passed, and he presented the vulnerability of his bare skin to her like an offering.

He set her down on the edge of the bed before kneeling to unlace her boots as she pulled off her jacket and shirt. She hadn't been given an opportunity to change out of her riding outfit, and the cool air felt wonderful. Ganondorf kissed her again. The goddesses help her, she loved the way he felt and tasted.

Zelda grabbed his shoulders and allowed herself to collapse backwards, pulling Ganondorf down with her. He positioned himself at her side, and she shivered with delight when he took one of her breasts in his hand and began circling its peak with his thumb. She could feel every callous on his fingers, but his touch was warm and kind.

Before she had become a princess, Zelda fooled around with a few young men in the service of her family's household, but she had never experienced a steady surge of sensation like this. Ganondorf's fingers on her skin lit a fire deep within her, and she burned for him. Her entire being was attuned to him, and only the touch of his hands could calm the ache of her desire. She leaned into him, pressing the hard line of his cock into her thigh as she took his hand and guided it lower.

He traced his fingers along the valley between her legs, creating a delicious friction. She couldn't help moaning when he pressed his fingertips onto her apex.

"Do you like this?" he whispered into her ear.

"You know I do," Zelda answered as she undid the rows of buttons at the waist of her riding pants. Ganondorf pushed them down eagerly, and she kicked them away while he toed himself out of his boots, which fell to the floor alongside her own.

He laid her down and cupped her mound in his hand, running his middle finger down her slit. He kissed her chin and neck as he continued to stroke her, caressing her folds while drawing wide loops around her throbbing clit. He moved slowly, his skilled fingers teasing her, and she felt herself losing control.

I wonder if he's proportional? Midna's voice echoed in her mind. Zelda smiled and slipped her hands into Ganondorf's trousers. His cock rose to meet her, and she slid her palm along its thick length.

Ganondorf gasped, and his muscles tensed. He drew himself up over her and forced his tongue into her mouth as he slid two fingers deep into her slick opening. The wave of pleasure that crashed over her was intense, and Zelda arched her back to meet his touch. Ganondorf thrust his cock into her hand as he fucked her with his fingers, his breaths coming rough in her ear.

When Zelda first understood who Ganondorf was, she knew that she was fated to confront him. The bond of their destiny was deep, but this was not how the legends of past princesses unfolded. She shouldn't have wanted this man, and yet this felt so right. She moved her hand to his wrist, signaling him to be still. He gazed down at her, desire shining in his eyes. She kissed him lightly and then sighed into his waiting mouth, "I want you."

#Zelda fic #Zelgan #Princess Zelda #Ganondorf #The Marriage of Lanayru #my fic

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