#i sometimes turn it off to focus on the rest of my reqs but i only jus realised it means we’re not able to talk 🥺
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this deleted itself but the req was for an ill reader who likes to try and carry on even if they feeling shit and tom noticing I think?!?
Summary: you take start to feel a bit shit at toms family barbecue and get caught out and taken care of
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It should've be lovely, an evening in the rare but much appreciated British summer sun in Dom and Nikki’s garden. Everyone was there; all the Holland boys; both sets of Tom’s grandparents; Haz and his long time girlfriend Lucie. It was a reunion of sorts, although no one had been away working, you’d somehow all timed your individual holidays simultaneously. You and Tom to Australia; Sam and Harry to south-east Asia; Paddy, Dom and Nikki to Sweden. Having all returned in the space of a week, everyone was catching up, involving great British barbecues (which are always a little disappointing) and a fair amount of booze.
You were sat on the garden furniture with Tessa (Tom’s grandma), Nikki and Lucie. Very much a ‘girl power’ meeting if ever there was - which in a family full of boys was often needed just to keep the peace. Everything about the evening was lovely… except perhaps your body. God knows why, because you rarely got ill - having not had a day off work in two years. As much as you’d been trying to push away the slow creeping feeling for a couple of hours - it was now getting impossible to ignore. The slightly unsettled feeling in your stomach had you fidgeting in the wooden chair constantly, trying to ease it by shifting positions... to no avail.
“Y/n… Y/n?” Looking up to see three pairs of beady eyes trained on you, you faked a smile, looking over to Nikki who had been calling your name. “Tess was asking how long the flight back was?” “Oh sorry, was miles away!” You tried to cover, shifting once again, this time pressing a hand to your lower abdomen in the hope that’d distract you as you turned slightly to make eye contact with Tessa. “And I think 11 hours ish.” The girls all pulled a grimacing face in sympathy, to which you chuckled at. “No no honestly cos Tom spoiled me completely so we were in the fancy seats, I honestly was spark out of it the whole time!”
It was enough of a response for the girls to all nod, carrying on the conversation as you, now not the main focus, rubbed your pulsing temple with your other hand - in the hope to relieve some of the building pressure. Clearly, though, you weren’t a subtle as you thought - since Lucie got your attention by bumping your shoulder and leaning in closely. “Come to the loo with me?” It sounded like a question, though it very much wasn’t - the stern look in her eye enough to scare you into agreeing. With a word to Nikki and Tess, you both stood up and made your way to the inside, not stopping until you were locked into the thankfully spacious downstairs loo - the brunette eyeing you intently. “You look like shit.” “Thanks Luc, that’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.” You sighed, sitting on top of the closed lidded loo heavily. “What’s up?” Her tone was harsh and to the point, but secretly there was a look of worry in her eyes. She was one of your best mates but sometimes could also scare you shitless. “I think I’m just tired, it’s my stomach and my head, I’ll be fine.”
Lucie didn't really seem to believe you, but respected your stubbornness and after providing you with two paracetamol capsules from her bag, she let you off - both going back into the garden, where, by now Sam was plating up the slightly charred burgers.
Naturally, you’d sat next to Tom, who had pulled your chairs right next to each other - so that his leg was pressed up against yours, his arm pulled around your shoulder. That was just Tom, away from the prying eyes of the public and media, he really was an affectionate person. He just liked to feel you there. God knows how long you all sat in those same positions, but it was long enough for the sun to set. In fact, you most definitely weren’t the person to ask, because at some point, unbeknownst to you, you’d zoned out. Nobody had noticed, under the cover of the low sunset light, until Tom felt your head briefly fall against his shoulder before it shot up once again - your eyes blinking heavily.
He frowned at the sight, seeing you huddle your arms across your body, which was bizarre due to the unbelievable hot weather in London. Yes, it might have shifted into nighttime, but it was still at least 24 degrees. So as his Dad had the entire table captivated recounting some long and complex tale of his touring days, Tom took the opportunity to squeeze your shoulder - grabbing your attention.
“You alright love?” In response you just hummed, eyes shifting up to him after a little delay - similar to how your reflexes became stunted with alcohol, though Tom suddenly realised you’d barely had more than half the glass of beer he’d poured you when you’d both arrived. “ I’said are you okay?” “Yeh… yeh I’m fine.” You forced a small tight lipped smile, whilst Tom took his arm that was round his shoulder to rest on the crown of your head before slowly stroking down your hair. “Sure? You seem a little out of it?” He pushed, still in a whisper so as not to draw attention to the two of you. “Maybe just tired.” Flat out lying, you shifted back into the backrest of the chair a little more making his hand accidentally land on your forehead rather than your hairline. He didn't move it though, instead sitting and swivelling in his chair, pressing the other side of his hand to the skin as well. “You’re burning up Y/n/n” he spoke a little louder - eyes full of concern as he looked you up and down. “No I’m a bit cold if anythin-“
That was when Nikki, from across the other side of the table got involved. She’d obviously been silently observing the two of you, now feeling the need to send you both home. “Oh, we forgot dessert! Tom, Y/n would you mind helping me bring it out?” Thank god for Nikki, for finding a cover story and stopping everyone's eyes on you. Because for someone dating, three years deep, an A-lister - you hated any sort of attention, even from those closest to you. Especially sympathy, you had absolutely no time at all for that.
Leading you into the kitchen with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, Tom waited till the door was shut before turning to you.- claiming you were boiling and looked not so great. “I’m just a bit cold if I can borrow one of sam’s jumpers then-“ “Love, please go home.” Nikki interrupted as she wormed past Tom to put her own hand on your forehead too. “You’ve got the chills and you’ve not been normal all day. Am I right or am I right?” She was the worst to argue against. That was completely due to the fact she was always right. With a defeated nod from you, she clicked her tongue, pushing you to sit down on one of the barstools. “Tom go get a jumper from Sam’s room and order a taxi, I would drive but we’ve all been drinking.” “I can just go back by myself T, you don’t get to see your grandparents a lot and -“ “I love you but please please shut up.” Having rounded the back of your chair he pressed his lips to your temples as confirmation before scurrying off to the back of the house.
“You know he doesn’t mind at all? My son never was at my beckon call like he is with you.” There was a little smile teasing the corner of her lips as Nikki placed a glass of water in front of you, as though instructing you to take small sips. “I just feel bad, he’s always telling me how he regrets not spending more time with all of you and… well I’ve had him to myself for the fortnight in South Africa.” “Your just as much a part of the family as me or his grandparents are okay? Now when you get home..”
Nikki switched the tone to then list off all manners of ways that you needed to look after yourself once back, which she then repeated as soon as Tom returned with a black hoodie that you gratefully pulled over your head.
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By the time you got home, you were feeling so incredibly shit you weren’t even considering keeping up your brave face. Tom had wordlessly led you up the path to your shared home, unlocking the door and telling you to go straight to bed.
Perhaps he was so concerned because in the whole three years together he’d never ever seen you ill. Yes, the odd headache or whatever, as well as the occasional morning after the night before when you’d opted for a ‘tactical chunder’ to try and protect your modesty. But other than that, you were always the one being sympathetic to him. When he was tired, both emotionally and mentally from work; when he hurt his knee and was on forced bed rest for a couple of days ( which turns out to be the hardest time for you too, dealing with the whiny and fidgety boy man).
He came up a couple of minutes later, by which point you’d already pulled joggers on and wrapped yourself as tightly in the duvet as physically possible. If felt so bloody cold your teeth were actually chattering as you curled up into the smallest ball possible. In his hands was a small tray, carrying a steaming mug; a collection of all the different pill packets you kept in the medicine cabinet (as Tom himself had no idea which one was right so decided to use them all); a hot water bottle and what looked like a damp towel, all scrunched up.
No matter how shitty you felt you had a smile at how sweet and doting Tom was being... and as much as you hated the sympathy - if it was always given by a ripped and beautiful brunette with the sharpest jawline you’d ever seen… well just maybe you could get used to it. After snatching the hotwater bottle up immediately, then letting Tom fuss over you in every which way he wanted you gave in, losing the ability to entertain his puppy energy.
“Can we just go to sleep please?” You whined, which Tom nodded to - quickly getting changed and ready before joining you in bed.
As soon as he felt the way the bed was practically vibrating with the chills you were suffering from, he pulled you up into his chest. Now you had both your own personal heater and a hot water bottle to try and warm you up. “You wake me up if you need anything kay?”
Pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, which was nestled between his shoulder and neck. “Promise me ‘kay?” Him needing the reinforcement caused you to arch back up, looking deep into his brown eyes with the warm glow of his bedside table lamp. “You’re too good to me Tommy.” He tutted at that, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.
“Oh no” He whispered exclaimed, making you immediately ask him what in response. “I think this fever is making you go all delusional love.” You quirked your head, causing him to continue with a cheeky grin. “Well for one, nothing would be too good for you darling and two…. When the hell have you ever called me ‘Tommy’” With him chuckling at his own joke, you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness, firmly planting your head back on his shoulder as if to shut him up. “Alright, I’ll let you off just this once cos your all feverish… get some sleep love.” “Thankyou Tommy.” “Shh love.”
And that’s how you fell asleep, finally finding a bit of warmth in Tom’s arms.
Safe to say he very much didn’t sleep so well. Yes, you felt cold - but Tom was bloody boiling. Still he didn't move because if you were comfortable, his discomfort didn’t matter. It was also a physical impossibility for him to relax until he felt (yes, technically not the most scientific way) your fever coming down. Every five minutes or so he’d gently press the back of his hand to your forehead. This boy was so whipped for you... but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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WOAH WOAH is your MHA reqs open?? So I wanted to request a Todoroki x Reader Angst where Todoroki sees his s/o getting stabbed by a villain with countless sharp spears like in Chiaki’s death video in danganronpa along with 1-A and just loses it? I’m sorry I’m craving for angst rn ✨✨ also love your writing and remember to stay safe <33 💕💗
My requests are open yes!! I have actually missed receiving them (and tbf I’m prolly not getting them because I’m doing daily updates on History of Us hahaha). So thanks for the request anon. I’m also really touched that you love my writing 🥰 I hope this lives up to your impression of me!
I had never seen danganropa but I just looked up what you were talking about and w o w I am in ✨pain✨ 🥲 I’ve got you anon. It’s going to hurt but I got you. Did I drag out (y/n)’s last words? Yes. Would they realistically already have died before saying all that I have them say? Probably. But this is fanfic and if movie writers can do it then goddamn it so can I!
CW for angst, somewhat graphic description of major character injury and death (reader), non-major character death, and canon typical violence
Nothing has been the same since the fall of the hero commission and the loss of faith in the Symbol of Peace’s generation of heroes. It’s been two years since Shigaraki wreaked havoc and Dabi exposed Endeavor’s crimes. As pros unused to that level of violence retired or quit, hero class students have been forced to step up and fill in the spaces they left behind. As a result, even as their faith in the pros waned, the public started to see the students as a beacon of hope. All Might, they whisper, spoiled the current generation of heroes. They argue that Endeavor is now too old to keep up, that Hawks and Mirko are too burdened by their mentors’ failures, and all the heroes aged in between are too used to the relative peace of the golden era to be effective. These current students though? Students like the famous UA hero class A, now third years who’ve already seen so much? They are the new hope. They’d grown up in the fires of a post-symbol of peace era and as such they are the only ones who can drag society out of it. It would be flattering if not for the overwhelming pressure that comes along with it.
Shoto thinks he would have been crushed beneath that pressure if not for you.
The two of you had started growing close your first year during the provisional license exam make up classes. Spending so much additional time together over the weekend had allowed Shoto to slowly open up to you until a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Even still, both of you had secretly yearned for something more. It was only after the destruction of Jaku City and the Todoroki family secrets were aired to the whole of Japan that the two of you finally acted on your feelings. You’d been such a source of support for him afterwards that eventually he hadn’t been able or willing to hold back any longer and had confessed his feelings to you late one night in the dorms. The two of you have been together ever since and fully intend to open a hero agency together after graduation. He knows the two of you are still young but sometimes when he looks at you with your blinding smile or when you’re sleeping peacefully beside him, he swears he can hear wedding bells. If the civilians of Japan can consistently forget how young you all are as they urge you to take over for the pros, then it seems only fair he should be able to forget too.
His mother was ecstatic when he asked her about engagement rings. Endeavor had said it was too early, that marriage is too large a commitment to make at 18 years old, but Shoto insisted and eventually a compromise was reached. He’ll wait until after graduation but then he’s determined to make you his forever and always.
It’s an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon in the dorms when Iida and Momo get an urgent distress signal to gather the entirety of the class and head into the city. A large group of ragtag criminals, determined to become the next League of Villains, is terrorizing Musutafu and the number of casualties is climbing rapidly. The other heroes usually responsible for that area had been called away to handle a different disaster and all attempts made by the civilians to defend themselves had only led to more chaos. The entire class mobilized in seconds. Calls like this aren’t uncommon now. The villains have been banding together more and their bloodlust seems to have grown exponentially with civilians’ continued lack of trust in the current pros. By the time you all arrive to the scene there’s no time to waste. “Be careful,” you tell Shoto, carefully running a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He brings his hand up to cover yours before promising, “I will.” He presses a kiss to your palm but before he can do more Bakugo sharply barks “Hurry it up lovebirds we got a fucking job to do!” before racing off. You both know he’s right. “I love you,” you tell Shoto. “Love you too,” he promises before you both steel yourselves and then take off into the fray.
It’s an absolutely grueling battle. Every time someone takes one villain down, another comes to take their place. “Pinky! On your left!” you call out, causing your classmate to sharply turn. Mina just manages to dodge a punch one of the villains throws her way and swiftly counteracts with an attack of her own, calling out a thanks. There’s no time to breathe though and almost as soon as you’re done warning Mina, you have to dive in to keep another villain off Ojiro’s back. It’s chaotic but slowly you’re starting to pick away the forces as many of the remaining villains start fleeing. Once it looks like they’ve all retreated you instinctively look for Shoto, having not seen him since the fighting had properly started. You catch sight of him and heave a sigh of relief. You call out his name to catch his attention and although he initially offers you a soft smile you notice his eyes suddenly widen. “(Y/n) behind you!” he calls out.
Every moment after that seems to happen in slow motion.
You turn around just in time for a spear to fire clean through your shoulder, knocking you off balance. You start to fall backwards but before you can even hit the ground at least a dozen more rise up from the asphalt and impale your body. You hear Shoto’s broken cry of your name but it sounds so distant to you. After a moment stuck in place the spears suddenly drop back into the ground. Shoto is next to you in a second, pulling your broken body close as you bleed out. One of your other classmates tries to call for medical support but all he can focus on is you and the sheer amount of blood you’re losing. Shoto knows his training. He knows that when a victim has been stabbed it’s crucial to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but how can he when there’s so many fucking wounds. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.” He says it over and over again like a mantra. It’s both a plea to you and a desperate attempt to deny the harsh reality that the love of his life is bleeding out in his arms.
You press a bloody hand to his cheek, looking lovingly up at the man you’d do anything for, and shush him quietly. “Sho,” you rasp, voice already weak as your body tries and fails to cope with your injuries. “Don’t,” he warns. “Sho, baby, look at me,” you try again but he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Please?” you ask and he can’t deny you, never could, so he opens his eyes and looks down at your glossy ones as you fight to stay awake just a little bit longer. “There they are. I always did love your eyes,” you tell him wistfully as your thumb strokes his cheek, smearing your blood there, though you don’t seem to notice. “You can’t leave me. You have to be ok,” he whispers but you shake your head. You can already feel yourself fading and with medical attention still several minutes out at least you know there’s no fixing this. “I need you to promise me something,” you tell him. “Anything,” he replies immediately and it brings a sad smile to your blood stained lips. “Promise you’ll find someone else after me,” you say and the scandalized look on his face would have probably made you laugh under different circumstances. “You’ve got too much love to give to let it die with me,” you tell him but he shakes his head again. “I could never love anyone else like I love you,” he swears and he means it with every fiber of his being. You chuckle wetly. “You always were stubborn. Fine, then promise to never forget me,” you compromise, tears welling in your own eyes now too. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” he swears before leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips. He can taste the tang of iron and feel your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls away, but for the first time since he first said the words to you, you don’t say them back. “(Y/n)? Baby, I love you,” he tries again, pulling back to look at you properly now. Your eyes remain shut, your hand falling limp from his cheek, and when he looks to your chest the rise and fall of it has ceased.
Devastation claws up through him like a rabid animal, tearing him apart as his whole world shatters around him. He feels his grief like a physical ache in his chest, radiating out to each of his limbs as if every cell of his body is violently rejecting the fact that you’re gone. “Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks cautiously, putting a gentle hand on Shoto’s shoulder. Shoto’s head snaps up as he cradles you closer, as if scared your body will be taken away from him too. Before Midoriya can say whatever he was going to, Denki’s voice cuts through the tense silence. “I got him!” he crows, shoving the villain down to the ground in front of his classmates. Shoto’s eyes land on the villain and instantly his grief twists into a searing rage. He gently lays your body down but his eyes are cold and lethal as he stares down the man that took you away from him. Midoriya realizes what’s happening a beat too late and by the time he reaches out to grab Shoto, the grief stricken man has already launched himself at the villain and grasped hold of him. His right hand closes around the man’s throat, ice wrapping around it like a vice grip. He’s vaguely aware of his classmates calling his name but he doesn’t care. This man stole the love of his life from him. For that he will pay. Before Todoroki can finish the job he’s suddenly being yanked back by Midoriya and Bakugo. “Let go of me!” he demands as he fights against their hold, ignoring their warnings and empty platitudes. He manages to wrench his left arm free for a brief moment and that’s all he needs. His flames shoot out, preventing Midoriya from getting a good hold of him again, and the man who murdered you goes up in flame. His howls of pain echo around the buildings around them but the sound is music to Shoto’s ears. Let him suffer. It’s a fate he deserves.
His classmates watch on in stunned horror until the villain is burned down to ash. As his flames die out so too does all the fight seem to drain from Shoto as the crushing grief returns. Bakugo let’s him go once it’s clear he’s not a threat anymore and Shoto uses his freedom to drag himself back over to your lifeless body. It’s not fair. You’re so young. He’s so young. Why was this fight even you all’s responsibility in the first place? He’s been excitedly planning his proposal to you for weeks. Now he’ll have to plan a funeral. The thought makes him physically ill and he has to turn to the side as bile climbs up his throat and he retches onto the asphalt beside him.
How is he supposed to go on without you?
Midoriya returns a hand to his shoulder as the paramedics finally arrive. It’s too late. Far too late. One of them approaches cautiously and like a dog protecting his master Shoto immediately lashes out. “Don’t you fucking touch them,” he warns, eyes cold and voice lethal. The paramedic jerks backwards, his hands up in surrender, as he cautiously looks to the other class A students for advice. They have none. They’ve never seen Todoroki like this. They can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. It’s Eijirou who steps up in the end. He approaches Shoto carefully, as if his classmate is a feral animal, before kneeling down to his level. “They need to take (y/n) to the hospital on that stretcher over there,” Kirishima tells him carefully, jerking his head in the direction of the waiting ambulance. “Can you carry them there for the paramedics?” he asks. Shoto stares at Kirishima blankly as if trying to process his words before slowly nodding. “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?” Kiri asks. Another nod in response before Shoto carefully gathers you into his arms. He ignores the way your body has already started to go cold as he carries you over to the stretcher. He tries to pretend they’re just rushing you to the hospital, that they’re speeding you over to recovery girl and in a few hours time you’ll be tired but cheery, teasing him for being so worried about nothing. But as he lays you down and then watches them zip you up into a black bag, he knows it’s a hopeless fantasy. You’re gone and you’re never coming back.
A few days later he sits in a black suit with a black tie and a silver chain carrying an engagement ring around his neck. He leans against Fuyumi, who sits on his left side, while his mother grasps tightly onto his right hand. Behind him Natsuo rests a steady hand on his shoulder. His father hovers nearby, unsure how best to offer his support or if his support would even be welcome. They are the only thing that keeps Shoto from falling apart. When the time comes, he stands on shaky legs and approaches your open casket. At first he’d been insistent he wouldn’t look, but his mother had argued his last image of you shouldn’t be your broken body, riddled with holes. So he looks down at you, pieced back together by some mortician, lying motionless in the nicest outfit you own and he traces every detail of you. He tries to patch over the memory of you broken on the ground that haunts him every night since it’s happened with this image of you now. He pictures all of the good and beautiful moments you’ve shared together, let’s them swell in his chest until they’re too large to contain and pour out of him through his silent tears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your too cold forehead and mumbles to you again his final promise:
“I love you, (y/n). I’ll never forget you.”
#this hurt me so fucking bad to write oh my godddd#it’s so long too oh man I really said ‘you want pain? I’ll give you pain’#🤡🤡🤡#anyway even though it hurt I loved writing this#thanks for the request anon#hhrequests#shoto x y/n#todoroki x y/n#shoto x reader#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki
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req: this lovely anon: hey love! hope you're well! would you write something for bonnie gold falling for finn's best female friend who is like a family member to the shelby's and he sees her and is kind of pining over her for months without talking to her till his father and basically all the shelby's tell him to just talk to her? :)
a/n: interested to see what everyone thinks? it was refreshing to not have a shelby romance but to still enjoy writing it and thinking of where i could go with it! don’t worry i’m not gonna stop writing for the shelby’s any time soon :D
w/c: 1.3k
Bonnie trained all day, every day. His father would support him endlessly as he knew that his boy had talent. Bonnie fought on weekends and took a day to recuperate before training all over again. He had begged to be scouted out by Tommy and now Tommy sponsored him at his fights. He never missed one, without fail — except one time, when he did. Finn came with you, his best friend.
You were oblivious to the fact that Bonnie was stealing glances every now and then, every time that his opponent was down, he was slitting his eyes away to focus on you. Your hair was always pinned neatly near the base of your neck but some of the broken strands at the front weren’t long enough to reach the back and fell in your face. Your hair was incredibly long but almost no one knew about it as you never had it down. Your eyes often stood out amongst the crowd, maybe not to everyone else but certainly to Bonnie.
After the match had finished, Bonnie winning of course, Finn and yourself made your way over to greet Bonnie. Tommy had given strict instructions to the two of you, telling you that you had to tell him why Tommy couldn’t make it and apologise on his behalf. Tommy also told you to enjoy yourselves and to not get into trouble whilst at the ring… sometimes he showed his softer side to his youngest brother.
“Bonnie!” Finn called as he walked over to where Bonnie sat with a towel hung over his shoulders.
Bonnie looked up from his water that he was glugging down, “Finn, how are you?”
Finn grinned and offered his hand for a handshake of some sort, a little too complex for your own liking.
You stood to the side of Finn, patiently waiting for their handshake to finish, “Yeah, everything’s great, that fight was amazing; you really didn’t hold back on him.”
Bonnie smiled and nodded his head at Finn’s comments.
He turned his attention to you, “I noticed you cheering in the crowd, care to explain yourself?”
You instantly felt your face flush red and Bonnie grinned at your reaction. You’d met him before when calling on people with Finn for Tommy when he was out of the city, you’d expressed your dislike for the blood and teeth that flew about during most fights. He’d chuckled and brushed off your comment, not taking it to heart.
“Well,” you began, nerves taking over, “it wasn’t your blood so I wasn’t opposed to it. It was an entertaining fight to say the least.”
Finn saves you from saying much else by adding, “It was something I’m glad to have seen with my own eyes. Reckon you could teach me a few moves in the future?”
Bonnie chuckles and says, “Yeah, whenever you’re free. Where’s Tommy tonight?”
“He had pressing matters to attend to. He’s not pleased that he missed your fight and was actually looking forward to it. He’s sorry for not being able to make it,” Finn replies, almost robotic. Tommy had to train him on exactly what to say.
Bonnie glances at you, you’re staring at the window behind him, wondering how much longer you’ll have to stay here; you were looking forward to dinner at Polly’s as she had promised something delicious for dinner.
Eventually you and Finn left, leaving Bonnie to his thoughts, wondering about you until the next time he may see you.
He trained diligently and won many more fights after that night. More often than not he found you sitting in the crowd, watching from afar, not daring to make a move like you did during the first fight. Sometimes he noticed you wince at something in the ring and sometimes you didn’t flinch at all, as time went by you learned to tolerate the blood and occasional tooth flying about and you’d even managed to watch Bonnie shatter someone’s shoulder. You had no idea if that was a legal move or not but as it was almost illegal fighting in the first place there wasn’t much room for complaining from the contestants.
Bonnie watched as you came and went with different Shelby’s, he never noticed you bring someone who you could be romantically involved with, though, which he was relieved about. Every time you walked through those doors, he waited for the person following behind and breathed a sigh of relief when it was Finn, sometimes Arthur and sometimes Ada (when you could convince her to go for a gritty night out).
Bonnie was training hard for his next fight. His father, Aberama, noticed that he seemed a little bit off.“What’s got your head in the clouds, son?”
Bonnie grunted, “Nothing.”
Aberama smiles and puts his hands together in front of himself, “I think you should go for her.”
What?” he replies, confused.
“I know the look of a man who wants a woman. Who is she, Bonnie?”
He sighs, somehow his father knew him better than he knew himself and that bothered him because then he’d be having these conversations a lot more often than he could handle.
Bonnie drops his arms to his side, gloves still on, and rolls his neck. He jumps on the spot and tries to loosen up his shoulders. He’s shaking them out, ignoring Aberama as best he could.
“Bonnie…” He warns.
“Alright,” Bonnie lets out a puff of air, exhausted from the pestering, “it’s Finn’s friend. She’s —”
“Gorgeous? ‘Cause I can see it in your eyes; you think she’s the centre of the whole universe… or that she should be.”
Quietly, Bonnie says, “Yeah.”
Aberama stands still and observes his son, he squints as the sun beams through the dirty windows opposite him. Bonnie stood like he was waiting for approval and Aberama noticed a glint in his eyes.
“Go talk to her.”
“But I’m training.”
“Training’s finished for today. You’ve done well and deserve a break for the day.”
Bonnie moved to object but Aberama held his hand up and shook his head, “Don’t even try it. Go to the Shelby’s to find her.”
He hesitated for a second but his father raised an eyebrow at him which quickly made up Bonnie’s mind.
Knock knock.
You had been helping John babysit while he was on business and Esme was at the betting den. His kids were wild but they loved spending time with anyone who would give them the time of day.
This time, they’d decided they wanted to play with your hair and had been experimenting with different styles. You didn’t mind and had taken your hair out of your staple low bun.
When you opened the door, Bonnie was standing behind it, a line of sweat forming along his brow and he was catching his breath — you could only imagine that he had run here.
“Bonnie?”
He looked up, he stopped with his mouth open, surprised to see your hair down and mumbled, “Your hair…”
“Yes?”
“It’s… down.”
You blushed and hid your smile behind the door, “John’s kids wanted to experiment styling with it.”
“It’s beautiful — you’re beautiful.”
Frozen, you try to think of what to say. Bonnie doesn’t wait for you to say anything as he steps forward and rests a hand at the base of your spine and pulls you in closer, before bringing his lips to meet yours.
Taken by surprise, you allow yourself a moment to adjust to the situation before giving in.
You’re the one who pulls away, hands resting on his chest, “Bonnie, I…”
He’s grinning, “I’ve been watching you come to fights and every week I think I loved you more. Everything about you made me want to know you more. I’ve won so many fights trying to keep my head on straight but I gave in to my thoughts so that I could be here today.”
You blush and smile, “I think I’ll be coming to more of your fights then.”
forever tag: @saintd0lce
#bonnie gold#peaky#Peaky Blinders#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinder imagine#bonnie gold x reader#finn shelby#jack rowan#aberama gold#1920s#birmingham#boxing#littlemissshelby#littlemissshelbyreplies
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begin again - hwang hyunjin
pairing: hyunjin x reader; best friends to lovers au
word count: 2264
warnings: arguing ig
req: y | n (req by anon a loooonnnnnnggggg time ago so sorry :( )
an: while I like this story I feel like it kind of sucks so sorry in advance
listen to: 3:00 AM - Finding Hope, I Love You - Billie Eilish
You always thought having someone around when you were doing homework would help you accomplish your tasks because it kept you accountable. Today, you had Hyunjin, your best friend, at your house while you were working hard to prepare for your AP exams. Hyunjin knew how important these were for you so he was content with relaxing on your bed while you worked at your desk.
Since it was Saturday, Hyunjin had appeared in the morning and the two of you made a light brunch since neither of you had eaten yet.
What had started out civil, quickly turned into a battle of dominance with your weapons of choice being your dry goods.
“You got it in my hair!” Hyunjin screeched, throwing the entire bag of flour at your head.
It hit right on the mark and you went from Y/N to Casper the Ghost in .2 seconds.
“Hyunjin, you’re such a priss!’’ You laughed, doing your best to shake the flour from your person.
To no avail, the flour seemed to stick to you like glue.
“Am not! I spend an hour doing my hair.’’ He pouted, crossing his arms.
“That’s your own fault dude! You don’t have to get all pretty to come see me.’’ You spoke, grabbing at one of his hands so he’d uncross his arms and stop pouting.
He could be such a big baby sometimes, but he was your big baby.
Letting you pull his hand free he said:”You’re always pretty so I have to match you.’’
You forced out a giggle as you turned away to hide the blush that was flushing your cheeks.
“Let’s get back to work.’’
After cleaning yourselves up and finishing your food, you decided to settle in to get to work on your studying.
For the first few hours everything was going well. You were making great progress on your English and eventually decided to move to your math since you struggled in that area more.
Hyunjin was still kicking it on your bed. There was a period of time around five o’clock that he disappeared, but he returned a short 30 minutes later with more food for dinner.
It was then that things started to get a bit rough.
When Hyunjin placed your favorite fast food order next to you, he truly expected you to stop what you were doing and converse with him while you ate.
When all you did was hum in acknowledgement, he felt irritation bubble up inside of him.
Swallowing it, he ate his meal in silence, eyes flicking over to your hunched form every few minutes.
For the next twenty minutes, he let you sit there while your food got cold. It was ten minutes to six when he finally snapped.
“Are you gonna eat? Or do you plan on studying to death?”
Huffing, you set your pencil down.
Spinning around in your chair so you were facing Hyunjin, you said: “Not until death, but until I know enough that I won't get these problems wrong. You know how important these exams are Jin. Let me be.’’
Immediately turning back around, any response Hyunjin had died in his throat.
Usually, the two of you could make semi-snide comments like that without the other getting offended but for some reason today was different. What you said had really hurt his feelings.
It went on like this until it was nearly ten.
Hyunjin sat mostly in silence on your bed, every so often making a comment about how you were working too hard, and you would immediately quip back with a response about how you weren’t working hard enough.
Eventually you were fed up.
“Can you just sit there and not be annoying for five minutes?” You shouted as you slammed your pencil down.
Regret filled your body.
Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair.
You couldn’t see it yet, but the look on Hyunjin’s face would have shattered your heart.
As you turned around to apologize for being so brash, you could see the hurt in Hyunjin’s eyes.
He was already up and making his way out the door.
“If I’m so annoying I’ll just go. Don’t worry about me ever bothering you again.’’
“Hyunjin-”
The sound of the door slamming cut you off.
‘What am I gonna do now..’ you thought to yourself.
Sighing once more, you continued to work on your studies.
You couldn’t seem to focus now that Hyunjin was gone. Shaking your head, you tried to gather your thoughts in order so you could keep going.
Looking to your left, you noticed the bag of now cold food sitting on your desk.
You had screwed up. Big time.
Without thinking you ran to your front door with your keys in hand as you shouted at your parents that you would be going to Hyunjins.
Turning the key in the ignition, you pulled out your phone and dialled Hyunjin’s number.
It went straight to voicemail.
You tried a few more times before deciding it would be better just to head to his house.
Pulling out of your driveway, you made the short journey to your destination.
You walked up to the front door and knocked instead of just heading in the side door like you normally did.
When Mrs. Hwang opened the door, she seemed startled to see you.
“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” she asked.
“I’m here to see Hyunjin,’’ you said as you fiddled with your keys,” we had an argument earlier and I came to apologize.”
“Well I’m sorry to say he’s not here. We were under the impression that he was still at your house and that he’d be staying like he normally does when it gets this late.’’
Late? Checking your phone you saw that it was nearly 11.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hwang, I’ll let you know when I find him! He’s probably just with Lix.’’ You told her.
You knew he wasn’t with Felix though, but you didn’t want Hyunjin’s parents to spend the whole night worrying about him.
Felix was the moderator of your friend group, and he was always the one to help solve any issues that came up. Usually you and Hyunjin would work things out on your own, but what Hyunjin’s parents didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
As you got back into your car, you rubbed your hands over your face. If he wasn’t here where was he?
You tried calling him again, but it still went to voicemail.
Letting your head fall against the steering wheel, you cried out in frustration.
Where was he! It was unlike Hyunjin to just disappear like this. Even though he was upset, he never just ran off. He would normally go home, or to one of your other friend’s places.
The more you thought about it the more you realized that Hyunjin had been acting weird lately.
At first he spent a lot of time dodging your calls and making up excuses as to why he couldn't hang out that day, but when you finally called him on his crap, he admitted he was just in a weird place, and things sort of fixed themselves.
Except they didn’t.
Even though you had your best friend with you again, it still felt like he wasn’t there all the way.
He was just being plain awkward.’
He would get weird if you asked to cuddle him during movies, or if you’d ask to hold his hand when you were walking around the mall, but he would usually let you do these things without question.
Shaking your head, you decided to head to the park where the two of you used to hang out when you were just beginning high school.
You parked your car and popped the trunk, grabbing the bag you kept in there for spontaneous trips like this.
It had snacks, a blanket, UNO, and a flashlight for emergencies.
At this specific park there was a small plastic children's house situated on the edge of the playground, and that was where you spent the entirety of your freshman year.
It couldn’t have been bigger than a five by five square but you all made it work.
You approached the building without caution because no one really used it anymore, so you didn’t expect anyone to be in there.
It wasn’t until you were nearly inside that you about jumped out of your skin.
Ripping the flashlight out of the bag you quickly turned it on and shined it inside.
What you found definitely surprised you.
“Hyunjin!?” You exclaimed, crawling all the way into the house, dropping the bag in the process.
Without thinking you threw yourself at him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I thought something bad happened to you! Why weren’t you answering your phone?” You said pulling away.
He hadn’t reciprocated your hug, so you took the signal and retreated to your side of the house.
Pulling the blanket out of the bag, you draped it over his arms that were resting on his knees, which he had pulled into his chest.
“You should wrap up, it’s freezing.’’
Mimicking his position, you sat in your corner looking at him.
Hyunin had yet to meet your eyes.
“So are we just gonna-’’
“I thought you said I annoyed you.’’ Hyunjin finally spoke, looking up at you with bleary tearstained eyes. “I don’t know why you would look for someone you found so irritating.’’
He pushed the blanket off of himself.
“I didn’t mean what I said, Jinnie.’’ You sighed, replacing the blanket to its original place.
He didn’t remove the blanket this time. Instead he just continued to stare, as if waiting for you to continue.
So you did.
“These tests are just really important for college, and I know it’s not something you have to worry about because you’re so much smarter than me, but I really have to do well on these tests so I can to my first choice school.’’ You shrugged,” I didn’t mean to take my frustrations out on you bubba.’’
Hyunjin just looked at you. Then he beckoned you over.
Cocking your head, you furrowed your brows at him.
“You were just mad at me and now you want me to come over there?”
“You’re shivering, you doof.’’ He said, reaching over and pulling you in between his legs.
Taking the blanket that you had placed on his knees, he opened it and wrapped it around your shoulders. Once it was securely around you, you leaned into his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t push you away.
And he didn’t.
“I was only being so bothersome because I worry about you. You mean a lot to me.’’ You could feel the vibrations in Hyunjin’s chest as he spoke.’
“You mean a lot to me too Jinnie,’’ You answered, “you know that.’’
He sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.’’
“What don’t I get?” You asked, leaning up off his chest.
“I like you.’’
“I like you too, dude. Have you not noticed you’re my best friend?”
“No Y/N, I mean I like you.’’
The look of fondness in his eyes did everything to confirm his words.
“Oh.’’ You said sitting up straighter.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.’’ Hyunjin said, immediately trying to squirm away at the sight of your tense figure. He was afraid of the rejection that he was sure was coming his way.
The sight of Hyunjin trying to wiggle his way out of a five by five with you sitting right in front of him as well as him being a tree was enough to have you laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
You let yourself fall back into the wood chips that made up the floor of the house.
“Why are you laughing at me? I just confessed my love to you and you rejected me!” Hyunjin pouted.
Taking a deep breath, you sat up and pulled yourself together.
“I did no such thing.’’
“You didn't do anything.’’ Hyunjin’s eyes were so wide you almost started laughing again.
“I like you too, you big baby.’’ You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist in turn and buried his face in the nape of your neck and just held you.
“We could have avoided all of this you know.” He mumbled into your neck.
“I suppose.’’ You ran your fingers through his hair, “but had we avoided this would you have told me how you felt?”
“Probably not..’’
“Then it was a good enough reason.’’
The two of you remained in the little house for a bit longer, just holding each other.
As it got colder, the more it affected you so when you suggested you go back to your house Hyunjin didn’t object.
As you were walking back to your car you felt Hyunjin lace his fingers with yours.
Hyunjin opened the door for you before moving over to his side of the car to get in.
With the heater on full blast you could feel your extremities again.
Hyunjin leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Let’s go home.’’ he said softly, grabbing your hand again.
Neither of you needed to say anything to know what the other wanted to convey. It was one of the perks of knowing each other so well.
Looking over at your best friend, you smiled.
Technically, he wasn’t your best friend anymore, but you knew he’d be yours forever, and that was all you could ask for.
#hwang hyunjin imagine#hwang hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin fluff#hwang hyunjin#hwang hyunjin angst#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#skz imagine#skz angst#stray kids best friends to lovers#best friends to lovers
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Careless - Yeosang
Member: Yeosang
Genre: Fluff ofc
Requested: Yes @collygiggles
Word count: idk too many
Content: oh my god they were dorm mates. food. you’re careless as heck. all good tho.
Note: was talking with colly about this so i brought her req with the fact it’s yeosang day together. yay. idk the word count for this but anyways. nothing romantic in this, mostly platonic stuff.
How you managed to reach college without having read things carefully was a miracle, if you could consider it as such that is. You needed a place to stay, near your university but not in those cramped one room apartments. You didn’t ask for much when it came to the living conditions, just as long as it wasn’t so suffocating then you can manage.
Which is what brought you to send a message to the seller, saying you were interested to take their apartment. You reassured them that you didn’t mind having company, that way you didn’t have to spend so much on rent.
Now did you think you were going to room with an upperclassman named Kang Yeosang? You didn’t.
Did you read the seller’s updates carefully? You didn’t.
So now, you were unpacking the last of your things in your chosen room when you heard the doorbell ring. “Coming!” You respond quickly, setting down your clothes by the bed as you rush towards the door. Once you open the door, you were greeted by the doll like male. Piercing brown eyes hidden by glasses that frame his face, red beanie that sat on top of his messy hair, and clothes that seemed to swallow his frame more than needed but still managed to make him look well put. You then notice the bags and some boxes. “I’m guessing you’re Kang Yeosang.” You note as you offer to carry some of his stuff inside.
He nods, asking for your name as he sighs in relief for the additional set of hands. You give him your name while carrying the boxes in. You could already tell he was a man of a few words. You didn’t mind since it meant that you wouldn’t be pestered by nightmare roommates.
“If you need anything, just tell me? I’m just in the room across yours anyways.” You say after bringing all his things into his room. He doesn’t say much but a hum at your words. It doesn’t bother you that he wasn’t a talker but you were a little worried of how things would go between the two of you once the semester started.
True enough, the semester had rolled in and while both of you managed to do the chores. The lack of any conversation between the both of you was starting to unnerve you. Did you forget to take out the trash? Did you miss a spot while cleaning? A lot of questions were in your head that you sometimes had to slap yourself to snap out of it and focus on your readings.
You slapping yourself caught his eye and it took a bit of some self-control in him to not burst into a fit of giggles at the comical scene. Though both of you don’t talk, your presence has a soft spot in his heart. He wasn’t one to start much conversations. In fact, it was only through mutual friends that he found out things about you and vice versa.
You were a literature major, he was a computer science major. Both of you were in the same year level. He found out you liked pizza while you found out he liked chicken but better if it was made by his mother. You were terrified of spiders while he was terrified of moths. Both of you agreed that cockroaches just shouldn’t have existed. It also took your mutual friends to realize who lasted longer when it came to alcohol. Hint: It wasn’t him.
For some reason, you woke up in the middle of the night. 3:20 AM. With a groan, you push yourself out of your bed, maybe a glass of water could help you go back to sleep. When you made your way to the kitchen, you didn’t realize that the lights would still be on. You asked yourself if you forgot to turn off the lights but to your surprise you see Yeosang studying for his exam.
“Still too early for you to be awake.” He notes softly as he finally tears his weary eyes from his notes to look at you. He catches sight of your bed hair and couldn’t help the tired smile that graces his lips.
“I couldn’t go back to sleep for some reason..” you mutter, as you get yourself a glass of water. You lean against the counter as you takes small sips. “Have you been up since last night?” You add, your senses slowly waking up as you start to take notice of the notes strewn about.
He manages to affirm your thoughts as he stretches his sore neck. His hair was strewn all over from the numerous times he ran his hair through his head in frustration. “Yeah, I don’t know why I thought taking history would be a good break from coding.” He admits with an airy laugh.
You look at the clock. 3:35 AM. Well you didn’t have class today, you figured you might as well help this poor guy out of his misery. “Say, what do you want for breakfast? It’s my turn to cook.” You ask as look through the food in your refrigerator. He doesn’t answer and it makes you look over at him in question. “What?”
“You don’t have to go through the hassle.” He admits as he cleans up his things, putting them into neater piles.
“I want to. Yeosang, you’ve been the one cooking for the both of us since the semester started--”
“Cause I wake up earlier than you.”
“That’s not the point right now..” You mumble, a bit embarrassed to have your sleeping habits be exposed. “The point is, you’ve been up since last night and the last thing we both need is you to injure yourself while cooking. Just let me do this for you at least just this time.” You add with a pout.
He finds your pout endearing and decides to admit defeat. “Just an omelette is fine.” He answers finally. “Can you wake me up when the food’s ready? I think I need a bit of shut-eye even for just a few minutes.”
You promise to do so and watch him pack his things up to get himself some deserved rest. He puts his notes on the table in the living room, opting to just catch some sleep on the couch.
By the time you finished cooking, Yeosang was already fast asleep. ‘So this is what Wooyoung meant when he said that it’s easy to tell how tired he is when he’s asleep’. Even with his arm over his eyes, he was drooling just a bit from the exhaustion. You set the meal down on the table gently before rousing the male from his sleep. “Hey sleepyhead, food’s ready.” You greet him as he jolts awake, embarrassed to realize he had already drooled. You say nothing as he attempts to wipe off any sign of sleep from his eyes and lips.
“Just leave the cleaning to me.” You say simply before cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. As you do so, you eat the remaining half with no rush. It was already 6AM and you didn’t feel sleepy anymore. If anything you could just grab a cup of coffee on the way to class. Before you even knew it, Yeosang was already helping you clean the plates and utensils. “Just until this, please.” He pleads with a laugh, feeling a lot more refreshed after the power nap and food. He makes his way to his room to prepare for his classes and exam, leaving you a little flustered by how close he was to you while you washed the utensils.
There were days where you ate with Wooyoung and Yeosang while there were days where you only ate with Wooyoung. Today was one of those days where you ate with him only. Today was also the day you were put on the hot seat. “Wait, you guys have been roommates for how many months and you still don’t know his birthday?” Wooyoung asks, obviously alarmed. You were embarrassed to be put on the spot that you just sat there and ate your food, avoiding his gaze. “He already knows yours! Hey, that’s so low.” He teases. You whine, setting down your sandwich.
“We don’t really talk much, Wooyoung.. The most I get from him is when he pulls an all nighter and even then we don’t talk about our lives like that.” You try to defend yourself. It was true. Besides his whole name and major, the most you get from him was his schedule, grades and the occasional help needed on a paper. The same goes for yours when it was your turn to pull an all nighter.
This causes your friend to laugh. “You might want to think fast then. His birthday’s coming up in a week.” He hints as he slurps up the remaining noodles. You stare at your sandwich in thought, trying to think of what could be a good gift.
“Hey, do you think you can help me out for his gift?”
Yeosang wasn’t going to be home until after 6PM, leaving you and Wooyoung with enough time to prepare the apartment for a small celebration between you and his friends. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were in charge of the balloons, Yunho and San were helping out in choosing the music. Meanwhile, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho helped out in preparing the food and drinks for the night. While you were to make sure that he didn’t come home too early. You already had his gift hidden in your room but that shall wait until later that night.
“We’ve gone through each and every convenience store, I don’t think they have the coffee we both want in stock.” He mumbles with a pout. You looked at your phone periodically, making sure he doesn’t catch you looking. ‘10 more minutes’ was Wooyoung’s message. The walk home would be roughly 15 minutes, give or take. “Let’s go home? It’s okay if they don’t have it you know.” He asks, gesturing for you to walk next to him.
You relent anyways, walking by his side. “I just wanted to at least get you something you liked for your birthday..” You reason. It wasn’t an entire lie. You had to pretend you only knew it was when Wooyoung screeched his greeting earlier today.
“It’s perfectly fine. I didn’t really even tell you when my birthday was anyways.” He reassures once more, laughing lightly behind a loose fist. The walk back to the apartment wasn’t as awkward as before. He had opened up a lot more since the first meeting. He talks about his favorite things now too. His affinity for drones, skateboarding, the occasional hacking into his friends’s accounts when they try to prank him. The chic model you met back then had become one of your close friends who was just an endearing dork especially when running on two hours of sleep.
You let him open the door first. The sudden chorus of birthday greetings surprising the living daylights out of him. His eyes grow wide but he finds his composure quickly, saying his thanks to his friends that found time out of their day to spend it with him on his special day. You glance at Wooyoung, both of you pleased with the success.
Once everyone had left your place, both of you had let out a sigh of exhaustion and relief, welcoming the peace and quiet once more. Catching the other sigh, both of you look at each other only to break into a fit of snickers. Both of you clean up the rooms, putting the take out boxes into the trash bags and making sure the place was spotless. Once satisfied, both of you crash on the couch, letting Netflix play from the last episode of My Hero Academia.
“Oh wait, before I forget.” You exclaim all of a sudden, dashing to your room. Yeosang looks at the empty spot next to him and pauses the show, waiting for you to return. “I didn’t bring this out earlier with your friends cause I doubt there’d be enough to go for everyone but anyways! I managed to ask your mom to help me create your favorite fried chicken. I managed to make a small serving but yeah..” You didn’t know how else to explain so you pushed the container into his hands.
The male was honestly at a loss for words. He didn’t remember when he talked about this, maybe during one of those all nighters he pulled where nothing just seemed to make sense. Either way, he didn’t waste any time and took a bite out of the food you had cooked for him. Though it wasn’t his mother’s cooking, it tasted just like home and for that he was grateful. His pangs of homesick wouldn’t be hitting as hard as it would thanks to you.
“This is perfect, really. Thank you so much.” He says softly, bringing you into a quick hug. The both of you finally settle on the couch, letting the series play as he shares the chicken with you.
Who knew your carelessness would give you such good memories?
#ateez fluff#ateez yeosang#ateez scenarios#ateez fanfics#my writings#GOOD GOD WHY DO I WRITE SO MUCH#ANYWAYS ! here
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Maledictus-Theseus ScamanderxReader (Req.)
A/N: Requested by @brittanymcsharry 💕 I hope you like it!
MOOD MUSIC: Revolution by Unsecret
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His footsteps came to a halt at the end of the cobbled street, the next beat of them hesitant to go any further. What oddities awaited him inside that tent? Where one man promised none would leave the circus the same after having witnessed his prized collection. A string of words Theseus hadn’t quite agreed with, but his biased nature would have to remain his for the time being. No Auror, a good one that is, would be so foolish as to scare their targets off.
“One ticket.” Theseus stood tall at the entrance, eyes staring up at the sign proudly boasting the endless attractions here. Even when he was a child, he held no interest in these traveling forms of entertainment. They were for those who could not fathom the real world, and only used it as an excuse to escape their own misgivings. “Thank you.”
He tore the ticket from the elf servicing the counter, not even caring for introductions as he ignored the man handing out programs for the night’s performances. Theseus had no interest in any of them, save for one. You. At least, he had hoped in his heart that the rumors would prove to be true and his travels hadn’t led him astray once more. He was fatigued by the endless circle of disappointment he had found himself in. When Travers had officially allowed him the head of this investigation, he was more than eager to start. He had already took it upon himself to locate you, but with all the resources of the ministry at his back, it should’ve made this task easier. Only that was an arrogant assumption on his part. Instead he had concluded that your disappearance was not forceful, but of your own volition. It wasn’t often a fellow Auror went missing, but when they did it left the Ministry with a supply of never ending questions. Theseus could only hope, he would be the capable one and find those answers. If not for the Ministry, then for himself.
“Welcome, ladies and gents! To Circus Arcanus!”
He took that one as Skender. A man as exploitative as he was depraved. He had seen and read his file numerous times before this investigation, but it had never occurred to him he’d ever witness his activities firsthand. It didn’t take long for him to announce his first few victims, half-elves and half-goblins, both weary and rage filled from their ringmaster’s brutality. Theseus couldn’t fathom how these other guests could stomach such abuse, and if not for his job to collect a certain individual, he’d of revealed himself then.
“And now, look upon the infamous water demon that hails from Japan.” Skender ran his cane along the iron bars, the curtains inside retreating as a lone figure sat melancholy in a tub of water. “I present to you...a live Kappa!” This seemed to draw the crowds attention, a collection of gasps and sounds of disgust reverberating off the tent’s structure. It only made Theseus grimace, anger being held in as he composed himself to the missions purpose. He had promised he’d be back for them all, and make sure this ogre of a person never saw the light of day again.
“Focus.” He told himself, sitting silently in the stands while others crawled along the seats to get better views of the Circus wonders. He could just clasp his hands together, eyes studying the center of the ring in anticipation of his findings. It was no wonder the other Aurors found no trace of you, because he was all too certain they fell victim to the stodgy entertainment presented to them. Without question, he believed they had left before even trying to appropriately locate you. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth, and he couldn’t imagine how they’d leave you to the wolves in this place. Of course, your attendance at these shows was merely speculation. Brought on by other shady characters who wished to reduce their own punishments. Nothing spelled deal quite like helping an auror locate a friend. Theseus was the only one not to give in to such demands, but it would be remiss of him not to follow through with the gossip.
If he was honest with himself, a part of him believed it. That somehow in your haste to get away from the Ministry, you fell into a much darker void of the Wizarding world. It wasn’t a far fetched idea, and all looking to leave their former life behind could easily do so here. Where your true identity could be masked behind theatrics. “Where have you gone?”
Theseus considered all the variables, but the deeper he dug the harder it was to explain away your behavior in the past year. Every day seemed difficult for you, with your demeanor becoming erratic and distressed. He tried to speak to you, to get to know your troubles and perhaps, even fix them for you. Some would call that arrogance, but he would not watch you suffer on your own. Yet, every time he tried to corner you, to speak to you, you fought him. Sometimes ignoring his words, and other times berating him for placing himself in your personal affairs. It drove him mad to be sure, but he held a high respect for you and would not pursue the topic further. He wasn’t even sure of what caused your stress, but seeing you fight it alone...it angered him.
The entire string of events left him hopeless at the start, and he often found himself walking by your flat on his way to and from work. A foolish hope, but he pleaded with the fates that one day you’d be back there. That moment never came for him, and he could only sit back and let the days slip by and by until months had passed...and you were officially considered endangered and missing.
“There is but one more mystery I have to share with you tonight, my friends.” Skender smiled maliciously, looking to the cage once more in that twisted way Theseus has come to despise. “She’s human, beautiful...every man’s desire.” His cane dotted into the floor, adding a beat that could trigger a crowd in captivation. “But, in her she holds a dark secret.” He moved suddenly, adding a shadow of fear over the guests as he whispered loudly. “A curse. So vile and treacherous, that it will one day consume her and turn her into a beast forever. Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...” He tapped the iron bars. “A Maledictus!”
Theseus rose in his seat, one boot stepping to the higher stand as he stretched for a better look. It was intrigue that made him stare, but in his heart he knew there was more to this moment than his fascination. He felt it. Deep and bold in his instinct, that in mere seconds...he’d be seeing you again.
The curtains slowly drew open, an ominous shadow playing along the floor until the faint sounds of heels came into the room. There was a momentary silence, only the soft flow of breaths and gasps being heard down below. Theseus didn’t care for any of them, his full attention now focused on the sway of hips and the flood of green that came in the form of a long gown.
“Merlin.” He gritted his teeth in anger, the listless way you moved not being lost on him. It was so unlike you, he believed. To be so worn in your behavior that the very fire he knew in you, was now gone. The only part that remained was that same beauty he fell in love with the first day he laid eyes on you. No man could ignore that, and he was no better, but you had a elegance to you that enchanted anyone around. It seems, in some sick way, that power still held.
The crowd fell silent again, feet shuffling forward as they clearly gained interest in the goddess before them. What dangers did she pose, they all questioned. What secrets does she hide, they wondered. It made Theseus grow irritable, his fingers resting over his wand in his pocket while he considered all possible outcomes. Should Skender lay a hand on you, he could not promise he’d be civil.
“She changes at will, my friends. By day, a beauty to behold and by night, here at Circus Arcanus...she becomes a monster.” He tapped the cage harshly, signaling your cue to perform the act. But, his actions only emboldened you. Your stubborn nature still sparking up inside with every hit of his precious cane. Oh, how terribly you wanted to rip it from his hands, to truly become the beast he wanted you to be if only to rip his very throat out. However, that just settled the unkind theories others believed of you and it was an end you did not want.
“She becomes a beast!” Skender yelled again, his look warning you of the consequences you could face if you did not comply. So, you caved, eyes downcast as you reached your arms forward, eyes burning black as you curled your hands around you, ready to accept the curses whim.
Theseus’ eyes widened, body now moving forward as he pushed people out of his way to look closer. “Y/N...”
Your heart stopped, body frozen in place when the soft syllables of your name came out in a hushed tone. It was a voice you had let go of so long ago, now a mere whisper of the past in your dreams. Somewhere deep inside you believed it couldn’t be him, but that deep inflection of your name was unmistakable.
You gazed up this time, lips closing as you swallowed your shame hard. And there he was. Blue eyes bearing down at you in relief and indignation. You couldn’t fault him his anger towards you, but it was the warmth in his stare that gave you some hope of his forgiveness.
It would be their laughs that brought you back from Theseus’ gaze, and you could feel the anger in Skender’s cane as he hit the cage harder again. Your lack of cooperation left the crowd in fits of giggles, thinking this entire performance was some type of mockery. Even through Skender’s fury, you decided the only person that mattered was Theseus. The Auror stood tall above them all, eyes never leaving yours in a show of dedication. There was nothing more to hide from him, and you believed it was time to be honest.
You bent backwards, baring your teeth momentarily as your arms and legs began to melt into each other. Coils replaced your feminine figure, gracefully tangling along the floor until you slithered back in show. The crowd fearfully retreated away, children crying and adults gasping in disgust of you. It was nothing new, for you had spent months earning every reaction possible. Truthfully, their opinions mattered little now, and the only one you cared for was his.
Your eyes traveled to Theseus on the stands, his lips parted in astonishment when he released a breath. But, the Auror never looked away from you, nor did he seem sickened by your appearance. He simply held your gaze the entire time, even as you felt your conscience battling that of a beast. You could have stayed entranced by him and his persistent stare, but the crowd grew restless in front of you. They began coming closer, daring each other to brave the creature tucked behind the bars. It caused you to slither back, tongue flicking out before you unhinged your jaw and struck the cage. The iron rattled harshly, guests screaming and running off in fear of you. The crowd began to disperse wildly, a man striking Skender and causing the ringmaster to fall over on the ground in his haste to get away.
You struck again, a mix of the beast within and your own anger this time. It frightened Skender behind the bars, his legs scrambling back as he attempted to run off. He was stopped by Theseus, so casually descending the steps and moving over the ringmaster below to get to you.
“Hey, who-!”
Theseus cut him off, presenting his badge to Skender with a stern expression. “My quarrel isn’t with you just yet. Leave. Our paths will cross again.” He wanted to hurt him, to deliver the pain he had so clearly given you for so long. However, you were his intended target and his concern. He could worry about justice later, if it meant your safety now.
Skender glanced to the identification, skin growing pale when he realized the Ministry was here. “Y-Yes, Sir!” He awkwardly ran off to the other workers, motioning for them to pick up and scramble out of here before the entire Department came raiding his work. For a brief second he laid his eyes on you, knowing he was about to lose his greatest asset. You were certain the only thing that saved you, was the glare Theseus sent his way.
The Auror sighed in relief, knowing the Ministry would bring this entire circus down in days after he reported back. He only wished he could have saved you earlier. “Y/N...” He locked eyes with you once again, brows furrowing sympathetically when he discovered you coiled up in the back of the cage, tongue flicking out. Beast or not...Theseus would only ever see you there.
He gripped the bars tightly in his hands, no fear on his features, even when you hissed his way. “Can you change back?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t too late and you were still in there.
There was caution in your gaze, your eyes studying his every movement as the beast inside considered what to make of him. Theseus would never harm you, but there was a sliver of natural uncertainty that any man would do so out of fear. Yet, there was no hint of it in him, only a concern for a dear companion. So, you allowed him your former self, the helix of your body bending back and revealing a woman. The scales slowly faded back into the material of your dress, a soft welcome to your supple skin. You still laid there in the center of the cage, curled up much like your beast form would do in reservation. In the background of your melancholy, you could hear Theseus utter a spell. The hinge of the gate screeching as he pushed it open and walked in. The tops of his boots came into your view, and you tried to focus on the smooth polish of them until he kneeled down to your level.
“So,” He offered a lighthearted smile, soothing the chaos running untamed in your heart. “This is where you’ve run off to.”
You turned away from him, rubbing gently at your arm to comfort yourself. “What else was I supposed to do?” It was natural to become defensive of your decision, but it was mainly at the shame you felt within yourself for leaving him with no explanation. If anyone deserved to know, it was him. But, how could you have possibly confessed such a curse to him? To spill out a truth that would disappoint the only man you had come to care for. A mistake you never intended to make, but here you were. You should count yourself grateful you had come to your senses before anything could have blossomed further between you two.
“You could have trusted me.” Theseus leaned towards you, eyes rigid in their stance against your reasoning. Were you so naive as to conclude his tenderness towards you was only skin-deep? The thought made him turn away, his brief flicker of anger towards you dissipating when you dared to take his hand.
“Theseus,” Your fingers swept along his knuckles, a wistful smile playing on your lips as you remembered every detail of him. It had indeed been far too long since you last spoke, let alone saw one another. You couldn’t believe you managed to go so long without him. “You’re no fool...you know what happens to those afflicted with this curse.” It pained you to say aloud, but it was the unbearable truth you had suffered with since the beginning of your time. The season of willful change would come to an end and you would find yourself entangled in the mind of a beast.
“Why did you run? You could have told me, I could have helped you.” Theseus’ words became stressed, the pierce of his blue eyes causing you to shift and turn away in shame.
“Would it have changed anything? I’m no use like this. Before it was manageable, but now, I’m slowly losing whatever sense of control I had over it. I’m a liability this way, Theseus. The Ministry would not have me-“
“No.” He abruptly cut you off, shaking his head as he denied that nothing could be done for your predicament. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he gave up on you, this should’ve been a reunion to celebrate, and the more you appealed to him, the more dismal the situation became. “Y/N, we can speak of this later. We need to leave here, I’ll take you back and we’ll work through the details-“
“Theseus, listen to me.” You brought his hand to your lips, kissing it softly as you held back the desire to cry. Leaving him once was painful enough, and you had slipped out without so much as a farewell. This time you didn’t have that chance, and it was as horrible as you imagined it would be. “There is no happy ending in this. Whatever you believe can work, it won’t.”
“I’m not leaving you here.”
“You have to. I can��t go back.”
“An Auror can’t go missing, Y/N. What did you expect would happen? That the Ministry would count you a runaway and you could live out life as some bloody circus performer?” He knew his words were harsh, but you needed to realize that whether they willed him or not, he’d of come after you regardless. “I don’t care about the curse. I don’t care if you wish to spend your days hiding from the world, but do not hide from me.”
You stared up at him, feeling his hand tightening around yours as he begged you to see reason. Of course, you wanted to, but Theseus could never comprehend the dangers or the misgivings your affliction could bring. “I love you.” It was the only thing left to say, and his shock only made you stiffen in despair at your life. How fitting that fate should give you just enough time to confess, only to quickly pull him away from you again. “But, I can’t go back.” You felt the tears stinging your eyes, falling freely now as you released his hand and watched him consider you carefully.
“Y/N-“
“Promise me you won’t say anything.”
“Don’t do this.” He shook his head, agonized gaze settled sorely on you. He tried to keep you still, but as hard as his grip on your hand was, you flinched back, eyes growing dark, as the pools of the snake came through.
“Promise me!” You held on a bit longer, knowing leaving him like this was a cruelty he would never forget. “Don’t let them come after me.” You both knew the Ministry wouldn’t look kindly upon a deserter, whether good reason was there or not.
Your body twisted in front of him, scales once again replacing the smooth exterior of your skin. Theseus felt the anger again, married in a mixture of mourning and hopelessness he could not break. Of all the outcomes of his mission, he would never have believed it would lead him here. He was not the sort to lie, no matter the cost, but for you...
He gazed towards you, standing up again with a solemn expression you still felt through your mind. You slithered back, arching up with a flick of your tongue and baring your fangs to him. If you were attempting to frighten him, it didn’t work, and he merely breathed out a sullen laugh. “Have it your way then.” He took a hesitant step back, knowing he could force you to come but that you’d fight him every step of the way. He almost wished he had never found you, but he would rather endure the loss of you again if it meant seeing you one last time.
He walked back to the cage door, looking over his shoulder as you hissed defiantly at him. “I have loved you,” he nodded, finally giving in and saying exactly what he had planned to say upon your reunion. He only wished it had been under more gentle circumstances. “For as long as I can remember.”
Theseus’ hands gripped the bars, his willingness to let you go battling with his more selfish desires. He was torn between letting you leave freely, or to have the entire Ministry bring you back and convince you there was more to this life than running. But, in the end, it wasn’t his choice to make, was it?
“I promise.”
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A/N: That came out more angsty than I wanted lol I hope you enjoyed though!
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req: by this lovely anon: Hi! Pls can I request a finn x reader when he’s been left to babysit his nieces and nephews and calls you over to help him.
a/n: hey my lovies, sorry for being away for so long. my head wasn’t in the right place. so i’ve been reading a lot and trying to focus on other things, i’ve brushed up on some of my french (i was making sure i hadn’t forgotten, lol) and started learning korean cause i got tired of reading the subtitles in my kdramas :/ literally just learning it to spite the subtitles. i’ve been really at peace the past few days, ironically, i suppose, and mustered up the energy to write this. just wanted to forewarn you that i’ve set this early-esme as well :)) initially j was going to name john’s kids but i found a way around it. katie was mentioned early on so i utilised her the most.
w/c: 1.5k
“How long are you gonna be gone, John?”
John turns to Esme, smirks at her and returns his brother’s stare, “Probably all night. We got somewhere we can stay for the night.”
Finn sighs, “Alright,” and before he could change his mind he replied, “get lost then; me and my nieces and nephews got some stuff to be doing.”
Esme smiles at Finn, “Thank you, Finn, it really is hard to get a night off sometimes. It would’ve been too much hassle with the six of them anyway, family gatherings get them a little too excited.”
Finn hums in response and waves the two off from their front door as they drive off in John’s new car, one of the perks of how big the Shelby Company was getting as of recent, and even with all of that, Finn still didn’t mind babysitting.
That’s because he liked to call on you for the night.
No more than five minutes after John had left, Finn had sent Katie to your front door, asking for you to accompany their night of fun activities while their father was away for the night.
Grinning, you responded, “‘Course Katie, give me a sec.”
She patiently waited at the front door while you ran to fetch a costume feather boa that you had swiped one night at the club before stuffing it inside your coat. John’s kids had thoroughly enjoyed the random things you brought over for their evenings full of fun together. Each time it was a surprise, only on a handful of occasions had you brought over repeat items but they always loved them, nonetheless.
You walk back to the open front door and pull it closed behind you but don’t lock it, figuring your own father would come home relatively drunk and lose his key as per usual.
“Alright Katie, let’s off then,” you say and grab her hand as she wanders through the streets with you.
Most times you ran through the cobbled streets but tonight she was looking a bit more tired than usual so you walked at her pace, swinging her arm and asking questions small kids tended to chatter about for ages.
Once you reached John’s house, Katie pushed the door open, which swung to reveal an ever-waiting Finn. He smiled at the sight of you.
Katie ran to fetch her brothers and sisters to come and see you. During this time Finn walked up to you, “Can’t believe you’re still coming to these things. I was sure that I’d wear you out one of these days.”
Smirking, you reply, “Never!”
Katie walks down the stairs behind her bundle of siblings, carrying the baby in her arms.
Finn takes a step back as you crouch down with your arms wide open and get ready to be knocked over by Katie's two younger brothers and two sisters, one still toddling, proof that John and Esme didn’t waste much time between the two newest additions to the household.
When they reached you, they fought each other on who gets to hug your first but you giggled and scooped them all up in your arms, the two boys in one arm as they were younger and held the youngest girl on your hip and let the other sister cling onto your neck, swinging them all around as you greeted them officially. They all squealed as you spun around, giggles erupting from all of them when you carefully placed them back down on the ground.
You swiftly took off your coat and swaddled the kids in the costume feather boa for a little bit of fun. You danced a little with them before turning your attention to Katie who had been waiting to join in all along.
Katie slowly walked forward, holding her baby brother (courtesy of John and Esme) in her arms. She looks up to you, eyes wide, and you say, “May I?”
She nods and offers her baby brother. Slowly, you let Katie place him in your arms, making sure to support his head and held him close. You knew he was only a few months old but he was going to be a troublemaker when he was older, like his dad and uncles.
Katie began playing with her younger siblings while you doted on the baby.
“He’s so calm,” you whisper, Finn walks up behind you, a hand resting on the small of your back and the other lifting to pull back the blanket from his nephew’s face a little.
“This little one caused a fight between John and Esme ‘cause John wouldn’t go all-out gypsy. Esme didn’t like how he referred to it, oddly enough.”
You sigh, knowing that if you laughed too much, the baby sleeping soundly in your arms would wake immediately.
The children crowd around your legs, “Do you like him, auntie?”
You smile at the nickname they had given you early-on from being around Finn so much, “I adore him,” you kneel down to reach their height, “how about we go and have something to eat? We can play some games after that.”
They all grin and run off to the kitchen to help with setting everything up. Katie hangs back a bit, you notice and rub her back, “It’s alright, I’ll look after him, you go sit down for a bit.”
She skips off and Finn watches you, intently. The only reason that you knew this was because the intense stare was bruning holes in the side of your head.
Turning, you face him and smile, all the way to your eyes, “What, Finn, what could you possibly be watching this time?”
He grins and shakes his head, “Nothing.”
Smiling back, you hold the baby with one arm and lift your other to touch Finn’s face. You grab his face between your fingers and scrunch up your nose, still smiling, “One day, Finn, I will figure you out.”
Walking towards the kitchen, you find that the table had been set up appropriately, which never ceased to amaze you, and Finn calls after you, “I think you’re closer than you realise.”
After sharing a meal with all of the kids and all of the playful banter had finished at the dinner table, you announced a game for all of you to play.
“First, I’m going to put this peaceful baby to bed. I’m sure your mum will feed him later on.”
Making your way upstairs, you take into account the sound of footsteps following you. You ignore them and put the boy in his cot, stroking the small tufts of hair on his head before retracting your hand.
Finn had been the one following you; you knew it.
He was standing directly behind you, waiting for when you stood up straight again, his hands resting on your hips. From the heat of his touch, you gave in slightly, allowing yourself to push your back against his chest, breathing in his scent.
“You’re so good with them,” he said, referring to John’s kids.
“Mhm,” you respond, “I like them.”
His hands moved around to wrap around your waist, holding you close.
“Finn,” you whispered, “why do you keep inviting me over when you babysit?”
You rest your hands on his, subconsciously rubbing circles on the back of his palms, keeping you calm as well as him.
“‘Cause you’re perfect with them.”
On your heel, you turn to face him, your chest now pressed up against his. Lifting your hand, you notice him watching you as you do so, you bring it to rest on his cheek.
“Finn,” you whisper, he somehow brings you even closer to him, “I think it has more to it than that.”
He hums, “Maybe.”
His eyes are concentrated on your lips but you’re concentrated on his eyes, “Finn, look at me,” you say and tip his chin to face you properly.
He waits, patiently, for you to continue, despite his own wants rushing around his head.
“It has to be better than last time, you know that? None of that nonsense from before.”
You bite your lower lip, anticipating his response, he was watching you carefully.
“I never stopped liking you,” he murmurs.
You close the gap, and for half a second, you were blissfully unaware of the children in the doorway, watching the two of you.
Giving away their presence, one of the boys exclaimed, “Ew! Finn and Auntie are kissing!”
Finn whirled around to face the children, you remained giggling behind him, your head resting between his shoulder blades to hide the redness in your face.
Finn remained, opening and closing his mouth like a fish before you stepped out from behind him, still embarrassed but more focused on diverting the kids’ attention, “How about we go play that game now, hm?”
They quickly forget what they were all doing there in the first place and run down the stairs to start playing.
You walk past Finn but as you do, you turn to face him, “Until next time, Finn,” and smile at him before continuing down the stairs, following the children.
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