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꒰🕰꒱ [ 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ] I'm the Words and You're the Tune
꒰📦꒱ [ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ] Genshin Men as Songs on my Spotify Repeat
꒰☕️꒱ [ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] Zhongli / Venti / Diluc x GN! Reader (separately)
꒰📔꒱ [ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] ANGST ; HURT/NO COMFORT ; modern-ish AU; slight canon compliance ; long post ; barely proofread tbh ; implied mc death for Zhongli and Venti's stories
꒰🌟꒱ [ 𝐌𝐞𝐢’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ] These honestly could’ve been their own separate posts, but too lazy to change it now XD ALSO, MORE GENSHIN CONTENT??? Enjoy my ramblings!! If you want more to this series, uh… let me know! Before you ask, yes I'm okay XD
ALSO!!! Please have your age somewhere visible, like your bio or pinned post or on your "about me" page. If I don't see your age, I'll just assume that you're a minor and WILL block on sight. Thank you!!
My Heart Is Buried In Venice - Ricky Montgomery
Zhongli’s heart is buried in the sands of the beach just off the side of Guili Plains.
The burdens of being an Archon took a toll on him, and with Zhongli being the oldest, that's a lot of trauma and baggage for one person to hold. Yet when he tells you the tales of his past, you smile.
“Yes you've done things that you now regret, but we're in the present. Times change and so do people. You are no exception.”
You knew that your time was limited. You tried to suppress the coughing, constant nausea, and fevers. Despite that, you always made time for him. Going to the beach was something you would do to pass time and relax. The both of you would walk along the shore, the water hitting your feet. Occasionally, he’d look back at the trail you left, though his footprints remained in the sand. A silly little analogy that reminded him that you would leave him someday, whilst he continued living.
“Come rest next to me, my love. And toss all your thoughts to the sea,” You said, patting the spot in the sand next to you. With you, he wasn’t Rex Lapis. With you, he wasn’t Morax. With you, he was just Zhongli.
You laughed- a sound that was music to his ears. “Let’s get lost in the sea.” There, you could throw away your worries and just be in the moment with him. With each visit, you almost confessed to him but decided against it every single time.
Losing you was something that Zhongli expected to be in the cards he was given. He just didn’t expect it to be so soon. He scoffs, more at himself than at you. How could he not see the signs of your sickness? He would’ve provided funds, anything- everything, to make sure you got better. It was selfish to ask the gods for more time with you, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't pray for that exact thing to anyone that would listen.
“Why didn't you tell me-”
“Zhongli, please… I don't want our last memory to be of us fighting…”
“I love you,” He blurted.
Zhongli’s heart is buried at a beach just to the side of Guili Plains, waiting for someone to take it home, but that someone is long gone.
Return - Alexander Rybak
Lord Barbatos, Venti- as the world knows him now, experiences the flow of time differently. The days were mere seconds in his life of eternity.
“Don’t go!”
“I have to. Lord Barbatos-
“You’ll die out there!”
“I’ll return to you, I promise,”
“I swear I’ll stay right here, until you return.”
Centuries have passed since then. Forgetting events was inevitable. Forgetting people was inevitable. But Venti could never forget about you. How could he? He made a promise.
You were afraid to ride on Dvalin’s back the first time he offered. But one ride later and you were hooked. The night skies were so inviting when he used to fly with you. The moon and stars shined so bright, but never as bright as you. If he was the moon then you were his sun. His winds carried your laugh and sometimes he swore he could hear it in the echoes. But he’s brought back to the present when he turns to the direction and sees that you’re not there. He doesn’t fly anymore, the excitement it used to bring faded every year without you.
Humans were such fragile things, yet they somehow made most of their existence. You taught him how to appreciate mundane things. So when he found himself enjoying the little things in life, he wondered if you would find joy in them as well. The curse of being the Anemo Archon. The wind was always with him, but the wind always reminded him of you.
It’s way past midnight and he should be sleeping, but he aimlessly roams the empty streets of Mondstadt. He looks up in the night sky, the moon shining so brightly.
“Where could you be?” He whispered, the wind carrying his words.
He ends up at the Statue of the Seven, the one under the tree where you left him. The same tree that he promised he'd stay at until you returned. Looking up at the stars, he cries because he's reminded of just how much he misses you.
Breakfast in the Park - Scotty Sire
Being with Diluc was a dream. Both of you, being 19, so young. ‘Too young to fall in love,’ Diluc thought, but he fell in love anyways.
With his dad six feet under, and his brother doing gods-knows-what, his life was lonely. It was difficult to adjust to living by himself, but he got the hang of it. Loneliness became a friend rather than a burden. And that’s when you came into his life. Constantly bumping into each other in the library, seeing each other during passing, you had finally asked him to go out for some coffee. After months of hanging out with each other, he finally opened up to you. You listened to him talk about his past, his present, and his goals for the future. And in turn, he listened to yours.
You had started dating in your last year of university. One day, during one of your study sessions, you had shifted the subject to your personal lives- more specifically, the romantic aspect. “Then… let’s be lonely together.” You said, playing it off as a joke just in case he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. “Sure.” He replied.
Being in a relationship with you was different- a good different! Diluc didn’t have to do all the house things by himself anymore. He had you and that made the weight of the world on his shoulders feel a little lighter. In the beginning, things felt perfect. Walking each other to and from class, getting meals together. You know, your typical “honeymoon phase”.
After graduating, Diluc had started his own business and it was a huge success. Moving in together was another big step in your relationship, but despite that, you saw him less and less. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” was his excuse, every time. You were both 28 now, and the loneliness you felt all those years ago was starting to creep up on you. You broke things off, just a little past your anniversary, and Diluc took the break up pretty well. It was mutual so no hard feelings there.
You moved away, and he stayed- simple as that. 5 years had passed and moving back to Mondstadt wasn’t something you planned on doing, but alas, there you were, moving into the place your grandparents had left you in their will before they died. You smiled, the cool breeze passing through as you walked the streets that held so many memories of your university days.
Just when you thought that you could completely forget about Diluc, the thought of him randomly pops up. You’d pass by Angel’s Share but never enter it. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach every time you tried. Was he still there? Would he remember you? Or would you just be another patron? After days of procrastinating, you settled to just calling him. When he saw your name pop up on the screen, he picked up instantly. “Hello-”
“Breakfast in the park?”
You and Diluc tried- TRIED to make things work again. “Let’s spend forever together.” He muttered against your lips before kissing you. It felt nostalgic, being in his arms again. This time you both were older- no longer young adults who were fresh out of college. You could only nod before kissing him back, running your fingers through his hair. With this fresh start and full hearts, you two made amends. But old habits die hard. Countless nights of you sleeping alone, missed dinner dates, and empty promises. Old problems kept resurfacing and once more you broke up.
This time, it hurt. You were so close to your happy ending with him. So close, yet the happy ending you were desperately chasing after was so far. You stayed far away from him. Drowning yourself in work and your hobbies to ensure that your thoughts wouldn’t drift to the memories of what could’ve- no, should’ve been.
When the feeling passed and your heart healed, you called him. “Breakfast in the park?” You asked.
You walked to your usual meeting spot, a picnic table under a tree. This would be your last time eating breakfast with Diluc, maybe your last time seeing him ever. As the both of you were eating, as friends do when they hang out, you laugh and reminisce about the years that slipped by. Happiness, melancholy, anger, and forgiveness. So many emotions held in one seating, it felt like a fever dream.
“So… you’re leaving again?”
“Yeah…” ‘And I don’t plan on coming back this time.’
“T-To where?”
“Liyue. I got a job offer there. It pays well.”
“Ah… I see. I’ll miss you. Keep in touch.”
“I will.”
And so, all good things must come to an end. When there was nothing left to say, you both packed your things and went your separate ways. You sighed taking in one last look at the picnic table, the park, the buildings of Mondstadt, and lastly, Diluc.
Diluc Ragnvindr; your college best friend turned lover. Now he was just a stranger who knew all your secrets. In the end, maybe you and Diluc weren’t meant to be.
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#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader angst#zhongli x reader#venti x reader#diluc x reader#cafe order#✨. genshin impact#✨. zhongli#✨. venti#✨. diluc
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The Little Vampire (Ch. 2)
You can find my masterlist in my bio!
Characters: Nell, Levi, & Satan
Tagging: @plumpblueberry @starry-starry-night24 @gay-noodle-clan
A/N: Day 3 of the 12 Days of OCmas! He is already so attached to his little vampire. Who should she meet next?
Being summoned had turned into a complicated, scheduled event. Levi began to enjoy his trips to visit the girl, bringing her snacks and playing board games. She intently listened to his ramblings about Ruri-chan without judgement or teasing. He honestly had more fun with her than anyone else.
He looked forward to visiting, despite being confined to an empty bedroom.
Except today was different.
It was late, but he was up watching a new anime that was finally available in the Devildom when he was tugged through the void and into the human world. They weren’t scheduled to meet again until the end of the week. “Nell? What’s this abo-” His words trailing off.
The room was empty, and the circle at his feet poorly drawn as if done in a hurry. He’d never come without her being here, and never had the door been left open. The demon wasn’t sure that she left the room at all. Nell never told him about her life here, only asking that he keep her company and play games with her.
“L-Levi!” A shout from somewhere else in the house. Her voice shrill and desperate, hoarse like she’d been yelling for hours.
The layout of the house unknown to him, but the stench of humans drew him down the staircase. There were more than he’d expected, and all quite surprised at his sudden presence. As for Levi, his mouth gaped at the scene before him.
“Levi! Help me!” Nell cried out from where she was held down on the coffee table, a human on either side of her writhing body. A makeshift beheading block. She managed to get an arm out, helplessly reaching towards him.
The large human with the axe stuck his foot against her head, his boot cutting into her pale skin and drawing blood. “Stop squalling, you monster.” His hate-filled eyes turned to Levi. “This doesn’t concern demons so move along!”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Levi spat out, demonic power erupting from his body. His transformation enough to send fear rattling through the pathetic human’s fragile forms. Golden irises were overflowing with absolute rage. His voice inhumanly deep and commanding. “That little vampire belongs to me.”
Although the leader tried to be strong, his limbs betrayed him, trembling like leaves in the presence of someone so powerful. “What does a demon want with a-” No words could form with his back against the wall, gaze unable to look away from the demon towering above him. The man completely paralyzed.
Levi’s head tilted to the side, assessing his prey with muted interest. Humans were so weak, and yet they pretended to be at the top of the food chain. “It won’t matter to you. You hurt someone important to me.” His tail slithered up to the man’s throat, wrapping gingerly around it....
With one squeeze, his head popped off, splatting against the floor.
The others scattered but none were able to escape. Angering a demon, even one without his strength was a death sentence. No one did so and lived to talk about it.
“Nell?” Levi regained control of himself, scratching his bloodstained cheek awkwardly. He found the vampire quivering in the corner of the room, violet eyes sweeping over the mess. A wave of guilt flooded over him. He must have frightened her so much with his anger.
He glanced around, finding her stuffed dinosaur under the coffee table, likely from when she’d dropped when they were throwing her around. He knelt down in front of her, reaching out and offering the stuffed animal to her. “I’m sorry- oof-”
The girl threw herself into his arms, the force knocking him over. Her cheek rubbed against his chest as she sniffled but smiled. “I knew you’d save me!” A mixture of emotions bubbled over. Nell was crying out of happiness and relief. “If you hadn’t come... they’d of--they’d of- hic.” The fear of almost dying turned into a sobbing mess. She tried to wipe them away with the backs of her hands.
Levi patted his hand against the top of her head. “It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.” Mostly because he’d killed them, but he had another reason. He produced a golden band from his pocket. “Check this out. I had my brother help me get it. It’ll let you come back to the Devildom with me. It’s like a super rare item!”
At first it was too big to fit around her dainty wrist, but it shrunk in size once it touched her skin. “Woah. You’re giving me a rare item? Like...” Her brows furrowed as she dug through her memory. “Like the Silver Lion sword in that dungeon game we played?”
“Yeah! Just like that! And it’s all yours! I mean... if you want to come with me.”
Her small arms locked around his neck. “Yes! I wanna go now. Can we go now? Before the others come and lock me up again.”
More humans? Levi cast a glance around at the carnage. He didn’t have the energy to face any more of them. Better to abandon this game than continue to fight. He’d gotten his prize anyways.
Nell nearly fell when they were transported back to his bedroom. She spun on the ball of her foot, throwing her hands up. “That was so cool! It was like poof and we were here!” Her spinning only stopped when she got dizzy, teetering around as she laughed.
Levi collapsed into his gaming chair, all his energy drained. Traveling between the two realms was a big enough strain, but also using so much demonic power only made the demon exhausted. With his elbow propped up on the arm, he rested his chin on his palm.
“Is this where you sleep?” Nell pushed her hands against the edge of the tub to see it better but slipped and fell headfirst into the pile of pillows. Her legs kicked in the air before she flipped upright.
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Levi asked, nervously turning his gaze to find Henry in the large aquarium. Only normies slept in beds. His tub was the perfect size, and he could cuddle his Ruri-chan body pillow without any issues.
The girl hummed, brushed her white hair out of her face. “No, it makes sense.” She grinned at his surprised expression. “Besides, it’s comfy. Can I sleep here, too? I’m really tiny so we can both fit.”
“S-sure.” He hadn’t thought this far ahead. The situation had turned out to be more dire than he’d realized, but even without it, the demon didn’t have anything in place for her once they’d arrived here. Levi racked his brain for his next move while the girl continually dove into the pillows and then popped up on the other side of the tub and repeated.
The only thing he did know was that Lucifer couldn’t find out she was here.
“I see the item worked for you.”
Nell slipped back under the pillows, peeking out between them to spy on the new demon in the room. His green eyes flickered to where she hid but quickly moved to Levi. Which one was he? She’d heard about all of them.
“Although, I’m not sure that keeping a human as a pet is a good idea.”
“I’m not a human!” The girl sprung up, haphazardly knocking the pillows out of the tub and onto the floor. Her index fingers tapped against her two large canines. “I’m a vampire. See? Fangs!”
Levi rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, but think you can keep her a secret? If Lucifer finds out, he’ll punish me for sure.” His shoulders dropped in dejection. And who knows what he’d do to Nell. “Nell, this is my brother Satan.”
“Oh, the one that likes books and is a cat.”
“A cat?” Satan blinked at her in confusion. He wasn’t not like a cat, although he didn’t think that would be a bad thing. She certainly didn’t say it as a negative, so it was possible that it was meant as a compliment.
The vampire climbed out of the tub and approached the fourth born brother who was deep in serious thought. Her hand tugged on his sleeve, violet eyes that of puppy’s. “Please don’t tell the bossy one I’m here. I want to stay with Levi.” Her gaze fell away, distracted by the mountain of games and toys around her. “If I have to go back, the humans will kill me.”
Satan chuckled at her reference to the eldest as the bossy one. “Your secret is safe with me.” He ruffled her hair and smiled softly. She was quite cute, and it would be entertaining to see how long Levi could keep her hidden.
“Nell, no!” Levi chastised. His tail wrapped around her waist, hauling the girl away from his brother. Her fangs grazed against Satan’s wrist but didn’t actually sink in. He held her in the air, sighing. “You can’t bite him. Actually, you can’t bite anyone. No biting.”
Her index fingers poked together as she gave Satan a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry.”
“Levi, you do know you have to feed her, right? Vampires survive on blood, and if she’s willing to bite a demon, then she must be starving,” Satan said, observing the two with curiosity. He’d never seen Levi so invested in something 3-D.
“I know. I’ll figure something out.” He set her down but didn’t release his tail’s grip. Procuring human blood in the Devildom would be difficult. And if he bought it online in bulk, Lucifer was sure to notice. Levi gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeve. “For now, you can drink from me. Just be quick.” His head turned away, not wanting to see his own blood.
Nell stared at his bare skin, tongue gliding across her teeth. She hadn’t properly drunk in a while, and it was oh so tempting. “Are you sure? I can control myself... maybe.” She would do her best to abstain.
“Yes. I’m sure. It’ll be like in that one episode where Ruri-chan’s best friend was turned into a vampire and needed blood so Ruri-chan sacrificed herself for them to not suffer! A true inspiration!”
Her soft giggle drew his attention back to her. “You’re so funny, Levi. I bet Ruri-chan would be super proud of you.”
Tears welled in his eyes. If that were true, he could die a happy demon. “Alright, let’s do this! Ahh- ouch!” Levi whined as her fangs pierced his skin. It was nothing at all in Ruri-chan! It stung and burned. He clenched his fist and bit his lip. He would not back down.
But damn did it hurt!
Nell drank enough to feel full and then collapsed forward onto his lap with a happy sigh. “You have nice blood,” she whispered, eyelids too heavy to stay open. With a full tummy and the adrenaline of the day wearing off, the little vampire fell promptly asleep.
“I’ll do some research on where you can purchase blood. In the meantime, be sure to keep her in here where none of the others will find her,” Satan said. Once Mammon or Asmo got a hold of a secret, the entire house would know about it in a matter of minutes.
“Thanks, Satan. I owe you,” Levi said, reaching a hesitant head out to pet her white hair. She was kind of like a pet, like Henry, but more hands on. He lifted her up and climbed into his tub with her. She’d been right, they both could fit in here comfortably. For the first night ever, he didn’t need his Ruri-chan pillow.
But keeping her a secret would turn out to be much harder than he’d imagined.
#obey me#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#levi adopts a vampire#papa levi#the little vampire#chapter 2#he's so soft for her
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(Disclaimer: this contains spoilers for the Fruits Basket and Fruits Basket: Another manga, as well as taking into consideration tidbits from Takaya’s twitter.)
So, okay, first of all we have to address the YMMV aspect: Some people don’t like this ship. As long as they’re respectful, I have no beef with that. I’m well aware that some people cannot/choose not to make the distinction between “real life” and “fiction”— I have the luxury of this choice, so some of the “problematic” ships/character aspects within Furuba don’t bother me (for the most part). It’s fiction, and I’m aware of this.
Again, some people cannot/do not make this distinction, and that’s none of my business because that’s their personal life. I’m aware that people dislike aspects of Akigure, and that’s fine.
Personally? I’ve been reading Furuba since like, basically the dawn of time. I was reading scans on, like, MSN groups. I remember a friend at church (of all places) telling me about the Akito reveal because I was behind on updates. It’s literally engrained upon my shipping heart at this point.
(Headcanons ahoy! Like literally, this is all headcanon/my perspective on the series as a whole. YMMV/YKINMK/Dead Dove, the whole works, if you know you know
YES I wrote it like it’s an actual research paper because I have No Chill At All, please forgive me. It’s long and pretty rambling.)
Addressing the first elephant in the room: Given my limited interactions with the fandom, my impression of Akigure from a generalized fan POV is that it’s pretty divisive. Every episode she comes up there are “I hate this kid” comments and I cry
Akito is a favorite of mine, and it’s impossible for anime-only’s to make a deep, informed call on her character. On the other hand, a lot of manga-readers dislike her too.
So, why am I talking about whether or not people like Akito as a character?
I’m of the opinion that it impacts people’s ability to view her character arc as one that deserves a happy ending. That she doesn’t deserve to have love, happiness, or forgiveness, all of which are given to her when she and Shigure finally end up together on equal footing.
(Do I think the way it’s rushed in the original Furuba ending? Yeah, but hey. Sensei had like a huge ensemble cast to wrap ends on. Now there’s Furubana to look to and it’s just chef’s kiss.)
There’s a mental aspect in this, involving the dichotomy between “reality” and “fiction”.
There is absolutely zero argument that are a lot of things that Akito does that uh, listen, if it was IRL she’d be in jail! Jail for terror baby! Jail for life!
Fortunately, Fruits Basket is a work of fiction. These characters aren’t real, they’re idealized brushstrokes of human nature created to move a plot and a message along.
That’s why Akito and Shigure work as a couple and as characters:
They’re both incredibly deep characters that get passed off as one-dimensional by a lot of people (and the original anime, woof). Some of it is again, because anime-only fans just don’t have the whole story, since Akito’s arc is one that builds gradually until it hits a point where all hell breaks loose, which we are a ways away from.
So what’s the message that their relationship and characters are supposed to pass on?
Well, it breaks down into two categories: world building and thematic arcs. The latter is more important and what I’ll be focusing on, while the former is just a little spice that I, personally enjoy, and won’t really talk about in depth. (It’s that the magical realism in Furuba sets up the idea of soulmates, it’s just…. Something I enjoy and it’s really heacanony, so I can’t really justify spending more words on it!)
When discussing Fruits Baskets in any capacity, I feel like we must first keep in mind the thematic “lessons” of the series:
There is an inherent loneliness in living as a human being, since loss, grief, and hurt are indelible parts of the human experience, and learning to cope with these feelings in a compassionate manner is a life-long lesson
People react differently to the loneliness of existence, and their reactions are based upon their personalities, their upbringings, and their own choices
Everyone is capable of change and learning, if they choose to do so, however:
Personal agency is taught, but in the vacuum of positive reinforcement, the ability of a person to choose to be compassionate is stifled or outright inaccessible
Therefore, if you are not taught to deal with your grief and existence outside of others, your ability to connect may become warped, manipulative, or abusive, and this is not the fault of the child but instead the parental figure
Eventually, you will be aware of your actions, and then it is your burden to choose—some people do not take this choice (the head maid, Ren, Kyo’s bio dad, Rin’s parents, Sawa’s mother in Furubana)
Abuse has long lasting effects on the psyche and can be physical, emotional, and/or mental in nature and must be dealt with in order to grow as a person
“Dealt with” does not mean that it goes away, but that it is acknowledged and given a positive outlet (Yuki’s garden, Aaya’s shop, Rin’s art, Momiji’s violin playing)
Forgiveness is not linear
Forgiving yourself is a long and arduous process, and happens independent of other people’s forgiveness
This is really brought to the forefront in Fruits Basket: Another, when Shiki talks about how his mother interacts with the rest of the Sohma family. It’s shown she’s done what she can to make amends, but recognizes that while she can individually hold relationships with certain family members, as a whole, it's best if she allows them to be away from her.
This is a whole tangent on its own, but there’s a certain blanket of casual forgiveness given to Akito by the entirety of the shown Zodiac in Furubana, in that they trust that she’s raised a kind and thoughtful son and allow him the grace of his own family.
Again, in Takaya’s tweets post-series that acknowledges that Akito’s friends with Uo-chan, despite her relationship with Kureno (and it shows a depth of awareness on Kureno’s part that he stays away
People flourish in environments where love and positive reinforcement is given freely, even when people are in the wrong
This doesn’t mean that no one is ever scolded: see Komaki and Kakeru, Kisa and Hiro, Hatori chews out Shigure all the time, but never ceases being his confidant
So okay, that’s A Lot. But every single character in Furuba follows these themes in their own manner, because the series is about healing and learning how to heal from abuse, neglect, and isolation. Someone’s gonna have to be doing it. Point blank, the end, to tell a story there must be conflict, and boy howdy, there’s a lot of conflict in Furuba. Every personal thematic arc in the series ends up tying into a romantic one, because Furuba is a romcom drama.
There’s a loop that goes “personal betterment”->”crush”/”friendship”->”conflict”->”personal growth”/”relationship growth” in the series for every character. That’s the bread and butter of Furuba.
But anyway. To the question:
I love them because they work, they’re both their own people with their own narrative focuses, motivations, conflicts, and flaws. Both Shigure and Akito are believable in their own right in the context of Furuba, and I think Takaya did wonderfully in crafting a story where their personalities mesh well and give each other reasons to better themselves.
To talk about them together, you have to talk about them separately.
I’m gonna start with Shigure because, truthfully?
I just want to lament about how often he’s simply passed off as either comic relief or absolute trash. He’s so underestimated!
“He’s a joke of a grown man… He is reliable and I trust him.” (Another, v. 3)
He’s incredibly intelligent when it comes to interpersonal relationships, which is why he’s able to do what he does. He’s also incredibly kind—no one made him take in Yuki or Kyo or Tohru. He could have just went “ah, I’d prefer not to” and moved on. But he didn’t, made up some bullshit so Haru would feel like taking in Yuki was a transaction, and let me just tell you, I am the same age as Shigure and if you gave ME three teenagers to be the guardian of?! It would be a full on disaster.
He’s actually incredibly trustworthy (if he wants to be), insightful, and a genuinely good guardian despite his jokes and wisecracking.
He forced Kyo to go back to school, knowing full well it would be good for him. He lets a whole host of children run rampant through his home. Kids who actually enjoy his presence. He’s shown as having a good familial relationship with Rin (who tries to warp that for her own means), Kisa, Haru, and Momiji. His advice to Tohru is genuine, insightful, and ridiculously helpful.
Shigure is good with people. He gets up at the crack of dawn to drive Shiki to see Sawa in Furubana. He’s who Mutsuki and Hajime immediately go “holy shit you need to do something about this” to when they find out Shiki’s getting nasty notes about Akito. He’s who Shiki goes to when Sawa fell down the stairs as a child. As much as Shiki and the others make fun of Shigure, he’s obviously someone who’s trustworthy. And that’s not some new development, he’s always been trustworthy in regards to those he loves. No one asked him to show up to Tohru’s teacher conference, he volunteered. Like this dude loves people, he’s the dog spirit after all, and rightly so.
Does he have his own motivations? Of course! But so does everyone else in Furuba. He’s a complex character, man!
He laughs and jokes a lot because he’s projecting this image of a laid back, doofus. When you think about who he’s friends with, the whole middling goofball act makes a lot of sense. Just like some of Ayame’s over the top behavior is a defense mechanism, I believe that Shigure casts himself as a generally unappealing man to keep himself safe from advances when he was in school, but also to temper the wildly unequal personalities of his other two friends. He’s the sort of person who would just go “eh, whatever makes it easy”, and that’s just how he is.
He doesn’t mean the creepy school girl thing, it’s a bit and I think the only people who don’t realize he’s running a bit are Yuki, Kyo, and Tohru who are absolutely too stupid to realize he’s playing them for reactions. He thinks it’s funny.
Anyway:
When the older Zodiac had the dream of Shigure, Shigure is the only one who made the active choice to seek out that feeling. His soul was touched, and he decided that he wanted that and only that. This doesn’t necessarily mean he went full Jacob from Breaking Dawn, but it does mean he acknowledged there was a bond, and he wanted it.
When you get into the technicalities of the curse, it’s mentioned that their Zodiac spirits influence how they interact with Akito, and that going against her can cause physical and emotional pain. Yuki cries when meeting her, and it’s mentioned that that’s just the normal reaction for the Zodiacs.
It’s hard to say how much of their early interactions are influenced by the curse, but it’s obvious that Shigure has genuine fondness for her. She wasn’t always absolutely broken, as shown in Yuki’s backstory, and was a precocious child, one who sought affection openly.
Shigure has an indulgent personality, and is shown to love being adored. Guess who loves him! Akito! Guess who wants lots and lots of affection! Akito!
Their personalities are very well matched as they get older: They’re both intelligent and coy. They both have fairly sharp tongues when needed, and have no qualms about doing whatever it takes to get what they want.
Shigure wants Akito to be independent from the curse. He’s made it clear to her he doesn’t want to be her father, he doesn’t want to be her friend, he wants to be her lover. Those are boundaries that Akito’s never been given before, and his frankness with her and his jealousy with Kureno is something she agonizes over, simply because she’s never been given any sort of serious interpersonal boundaries, or repercussions for her actions. He’s always kept himself separate from her, because of those boundaries, even when they were children.
That’s important. It opens the door to the idea that her actions have consequences, and is a persistent nagging in the back of her mind.
“Even though you hadn’t realized it, I was waiting for that day.” (ch 101)
For the bulk of the series, the only person who sees Akito as a person separate from the curse, and sees a future where she can grow is Akito. He has an extraordinary amount of patience for her, and forgives her for a lot.
There are only two incidents that Shigure cannot forgive: Her sleeping with Kureno, and at the very end of the series, I’m of the full opinion that if Akito had pushed Tohru off the cliff, Shigure would have been done with her. Look at that expression, that is the look of someone who is toeing the line of throwing away all his hopes and dreams. If she really had pushed Tohru, I just...... The series would have taken a much darker tone.
OKAY that’s enough about our favorite terrible author! (Okay, an aside, Shigure, please share your work ethic, you goof off so much but you’ve published so many things…how…)
ONTO AKITO!
“I’ve finally realized… she hated her own shallowness all this time, from the very start.” // “It’s frightening because you have no choices.” (ch 121)
A lot of people dislike Akito because she, for the bulk of the manga, is violent, manipulative and just downright unpleasant. And that’s fine, but it’s not the point of her arc or the themes of the manga. (It is, however, the point of Rin’s: you don’t have to forgive everyone.)
She’s not the only violent person in the series. If we as readers can forgive Uo-chan and Kyoko, or even Hana-chan for her moment of violence, why can we not extend the same grace to Akito?
Violence is often shown as a knee-jerk reaction to fear and sadness: Kyoko, Uo, Hana, Kyo, Rin, and Akito all react violently to negative situations and feelings. Even Kisa reacts violently when she’s at her worst, biting both Haru and Tohru when she’s in her tiger form, which is shown to actually cause pain like a real tiger would. (It’s played for laughs, but has anyone been bitten for realsies by a house cat? That hurts! How much more would a house-cat sized tiger hurt!!!)
Out of all of them, Hanajima and Kisa are the only characters to show immediate remorse, because they have what the others don’t: A positive support system. Once positive role models and support systems are in place, all of the others begin to learn how to react differently and ease out of the knee-jerk reactions that were ingrained in them.
It’s made explicit in the manga that you have to be taught how to react positively, you have to learn and choose to be good, to be friendly, to love yourself outside of others’ perceptions of yourself. Look at Yuki’s arc. Look at Uo-chan’s. Kyoko’s.
Yuki sums it up nicely in the last chapter of the manga, where he tells Tohru that she taught the Zodiac how to become human. She allows them to grow into people who can make the choice to be loving, compassionate individuals.
Just because Akito doesn’t interact positively with Tohru for the bulk of the manga, it doesn’t make it any less true:
Akito is kept in a juvenile state of being: No one teaches her to suck it up, that the world exists outside of herself, that other people are people and not things. In fact, she’s actively encouraged to act the way she does. She’s incredibly broken, between the maids of the Sohma estate just… allowing her to do whatever the fuck she wants and her absolutely jacked up relationship with Ren and Akira. She has no moral compass at all. No one bothers to teach her that her actions have serious consequences.
She knows, in a roundabout way that hey, these people don’t like me. There’s a serious mental dissonance between what she latently knows—these are all people with no connection to her other than the bond of the curse. This is why Tohru is able to break through to her at the climax of the manga:
She knows she’s wrong, but no one has ever told her she’s wrong but understood why she’s doing it. Akito just didn’t have the words to explain herself. What do children do when they cannot communicate? They lash out. Kids will bite, scratch, yell, kick, fall to the floor and have screaming tantrums out of frustration. Eventually, most kids learn that there are other ways to express frustration, and move along. (Not all, though, but most.)
Akito was taught that this is acceptable, allowable, and is her right as god. She is actively broken and kept that way through the neglect of the Sohma family maids, Ren’s abuse, and how Akira framed her role in the Zodiac.
I can go on and on and on and on why the way Akito was treated for her role in the Zodiac by her parents and the rest of the Sohma estate was just awful. I hate it, it’s terrible, she never had a chance to learn and grow and be the genuinely thoughtful woman we know she grows into.
She doesn’t force her path of forgiveness onto others and is fully cognizant of what she did, the repercussions of her actions, and lives her entire life after the curse breaks trying to right what she did wrong.
“Even if she gets hurt, she says she deserves it. She tells me not to let it bother me, but… I’ve always, always loved her so much.” (Another, ch. 13)
Tohru opens the door for Akito. She extends her hand, offers her friendship despite having seen the absolute worst of Akito. She tells Akito that everyone is lonely, everyone wants bonds, and acknowledges Akito’s worst fears, that Akito herself is selfish and dirty for wanting something assured and unending because she, Tohru, herself is dirty and selfish. Tohru knows what Akito has done, knows she’s injured some of her beloved friends, had plans to lock up Kyo, hurt Hatori.
Tohru still forgives her. One of Tohru’s striking traits in the manga is that she is suffering, every day, she struggles with the grief of losing her mother and the fear of being alone in the world. Through nothing but her own empathy and realization that loneliness is universal, she’s able to forgive people. She forgives Akito and cares for her, and through Tohru, Akito is introduced to the realization that she’s been wrong and that maybe, she shouldn’t be forgiven.
Shigure also forgives her, and this is the crux of their ship.
To me, that itself is wildly important.
They’ve always circled around each other, and Shigure has always been waiting for Akito to be able to come to him again, in full control of her life and choices. He wants Akito the woman, not Akito the god.
He’s been waiting for the day Akito can meet him as an equal. Akito wants it too, and has wanted him to turn and see her for a very very long time. But she’s been terrified, the entire time, that when he does see her as herself, Shigure won’t like what he sees, and will leave. She’s aware of what she’s done post-curse, she’s aware of the impacts it will have on the former Zodiac members, and she’s aware that once the “bonds” of god and the animals is gone, there may not be anyone left for her.
Neither of them are under any illusions at the end of the series: Akito knows she has to atone for what she did, Shigure knows she has to learn to grow into a person who can function alone. They both know that there are people who are against them changing the oppressive structure of the Sohma family.
Neither of them care. There are things that they want, together, and it’s enough. There’s a whole new world for them to explore and learn about. And in Furubana, this is shown to be a lifelong effort on their parts:
“She said after meeting me, she learned so many things for the first time. She smiled happily as she said it.” (Another, #13)
To close, I’d like to take a moment to talk about the curse and Shigure, and how he set things in motion.
Without Shigure, the curse would have devolved on its own, yes, but the circumstances would not have allowed for the freedom the Zodiac had at the end of the manga. It would not have ended with Akito being able to learn and live freely. Allowing Tohru into the Sohma family cracked open a door to compassion and kindness none of them had ever experienced before, because the Sohma family seems to exist in a vacuum of stability and love.
It wasn’t that Shigure knew instantly that Tohru was kind and loving and thoughtful, if anything, his read on her was “completely normal, albeit strange, teenage girl who obviously has a rough life”. But she was normal, she was from outside the Sohmas, and he knew that was enough. No one in the family was stepping up to change the status quo and how stifling and abusive it was, so he did it himself.
He did it because he loved Akito.
Not because he felt bad for himself, or Hatori, or any of the others, but merely because he loved her to the point of manipulation. It backfired in his face, because he got a big ol’ dose of “loving and respecting” juice from Tohru, but he still got the end he wanted.
What I mean to say is best summarized in chapter 123:
“It would be nice to live in a kind world, without any troubles, without any fear, without hurting anybody, without ever being hurt, only doing the right thing. I wish I could reach this kind world by the shortest path possible. … “That’s wrong”, or “that’s stupid”: If it’s someone else’s life it’s so easy to make such irresponsible comments. ...It would be great, but it doesn’t exist. … Little by little, walking one step at a time, is all you can do.”
We get to experience the roughest part of the path with Akito and Shigure, we got to watch them be terrible people who were lonely and in want of love struggle and learn how to get up and move on.
They tease each other, Shigure is thoughtful of the distinction between “the person Akito was raised to be” and “the person who Akito is”. He’s seen her at her messiest, and she’s seen him at his most jealous. They still chose each other, despite the hurt they caused each other, and others. They make up for it, reflect, and live a life that demonstrates that they have learned. They have friends who are thoughtful and loving and would not hesitate to drop everything and help them, lend an ear when they’re frustrated, help them not to make the same mistakes.
And then we get to see them be wonderful, kind, thoughtful, loving parents in Furubana.
We got to see their adorable, kind, compassionate child be friends with the children of the people Akito hurt, because everyone in the former Zodiac’s family collectively decided “never again, no”.
Their child adores them. Shiki in Furubana #13 radiates love for Akito and Shigure the same way Mutsuki and Hajime do.
They are genuinely good parents, even when they tease Shiki, and I think that is testament for how good they are for each other and how much they’ve changed as adults.
I think that’s enough of a reason to ship them, don’t you?
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honeysuckles and dewdrops | part thirteen
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"Okay," Jisung let out a breath. At his insistence, you agreed to meet with Yoomi and talk to her. Planting his hands on your shoulders, the boy looked at you sternly. "If you need anything — anything — just call me and I'll be right here."
You nodded, looking down and playing with your fingers clumsily. Jisung wasn't done, though. He continued to speak, "but hear her out. You guys have been friends for ages — don't let some dumb boy like Hyunjin ruin that."
Snorting, you nodded again. Jisung let out a breath, nodding along with you this time. "Okay," he blinked before pulling you into a hug. "Everything's going to be fine. If not — well, you still have me as your best friend. I love you."
"I love you, too, Hannie," you whispered. Squeezing you one last time, Jisung pulled away from the hug before gesturing before you. A cafe — because where else would you meet up with someone? — loomed before you.
You could already see Yoo-mi sitting at a table nervously as you peaked through the window. You looked at Jisung one last time — he only grinned and motioned for you to open the door.
"I'm an asshole," that was the first thing you heard. Not even giving you the chance to sit down, Yoo-mi began a frantic spiel. "An asshole — the absolute worst friend — and I'm surprised you haven't blocked me in real life. I'm so, so lucky you even chose to come meet with me. I—"
Wincing, you sat down and blanked out on everything else Yoomi was saying. Picking at your fingernails absentmindedly, you watched the girl babble on, her words becoming spastic as her hands flung out every now-and-then. You bit your lip, "Yoomi?"
"Right — shut up. I should shut up." She blinked, shaking her head. Settling her hands on the mug that sat in front of her, Yoomi let out a stuttering sigh. Her eyes met yours, her whole demeanor softening and turning sad. "Are you okay? Have you been okay?"
The answer was short, "I've been fine." Yoo-mi winced at your tone.
"Right," she breathed out again. You hated being like this with her — hated your harsh tone and the way Yoo-mi sunk lower into her chair. But, you were so hurt — even though you thought you were being dramatic, you were still so hurt. Yoomi peered you at you with her head held down, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I cant tell you how awful I feel."
You pursed your lips, glancing at her before looking back down at your chipped nails. Sighing, you lick your lips nervously before clearing your throat. You'd never felt this awkward around Yoomi before. "Do you want to explain what happened? Or should I just expect to see you with Hyun—with Hyunjin from now on?"
How could one question feel like barbed wire climbing up your throat? You could barely say his name — you didn't want to picture the two of them actually being together. You're being pathetic, you reminded yourself, it shouldn't matter as long as they're happy.
"I— I was jealous!" Yoomi winces, closing her eyes tightly. The atmosphere grows dull and stiff again, silence echoing around the two of you even in the busy cafe. You stare at her, wide-eyed. "But not for the reason you're thinking. It was stupid, but at first I thought maybe I did like him. Maybe they weren't rumors and people have just always known. But I was wrong. Hyunjin is a friend — my best friend other than you."
Yoomi pauses as you continue to stare at her. Fingers gripping the sides of her mug, she doesn't allow her eyes to drift away from the porcelain cup. "I was afraid that he would take you from me, and that you would take him from me. I was afraid you would shut everyone out; that I would be a third wheel. And that was dumb of me to think because you're nothing like that, Y/N."
She looks up at you now, eyes watery and sad and begging for you to forgive her. You continue to just stare, blankly. What else could you do? Admit how hurt you were — even when you had no reason to be? Mention the feeling of second place crawling up your throat as you watched Yoomi and Hyunjin? No, you couldn't say that — if you did, you'd have to mention how you always feel second best compared to Yoo-mi.
You'd have to say how everyone always chose her — your best friend was always the main priority. And you didn't want to admit that yet. Not when just the thought made you nauseous.
"Don't think like that," her voice interrupted your thoughts. You glanced up — when did your vision get so blurry? Why were you biting your lip so hard it was starting to get sore? You cleared your throat, washing the unshed tears away with it. Yoo-mi softened, her eyes growing sorrowful and almost pitying. "Don't do that, Y/N. Don't push your feelings away."
"I wasn't—"
"You can't lie to me," Yoomi interrupts. She takes a sip of her drink before focusing her attention solely on you. "I know what you're thinking, Y/N. About how you shouldn't feel bad because you and Hyunjin aren't dating. About how you're being dramatic when you have every right to be upset. And stop holding your feelings back. If you need to cry, then cry. I appreciate it, but I don't need you to be strong for me all the time."
She smiles at you gently, leaning over to hold your hand across the table. Clenching her fingers with your own, you look down and allow small tears to drip down your cheeks. You sniffle — once, twice — before you shake your head. Your voice is shaky and teasing, "I hate that you know me so well."
Yoomi giggles, tightening her hold on your hand even more. The atmosphere softens and dampens at the same time, Yoo-mi's smile growing dim and guilty. She looks back down at the table, a shameful look overtaking her face. "I'm the worst friend, Y/N. You didn't have to say anything — you still don't. I noticed that you were starting to like Hyunjin, and I shouldn't have— tried to kiss him."
You tilt your head slightly, "I can't blame just you. Hyunjin did it, too. And if you guys truly like each other, I don't want to be the thing that's stopping the two of you from being together."
Yoomi's shaking her head before you finish speaking. "We don't like each other, I promise." She pauses again, a scruff, sarcastic laugh spilling from her lips as she rolls her eyes. "It would be so much easier if we did like each other, though."
Even though you know what she means — how could you not when all you could think about is how perfect they were for each other? — you urge Yoomi to continue speaking. She needed to rant — needed to let her thoughts out before they suffocated her. And you really needed to take your own advice. "What do you mean?"
"It sucks, you know?" Yoo-mi scrunches her nose, lips pouting. She looks at you, leaning forward in her seat a bit. "Hyunjin is nice — and he's really cute — but, I don't feel that way about him. And, he doesn't feel that way about me. Everyone expects us to be this ultimate couple who's oh, so in love and we're just... not."
Shrugging, you think of what to say to her. "You're allowed to just be friends with him, Yoo. You don't have to listen to everyone else."
"I know, but the reminder is nice sometimes." She grins, pulling on your hand so you're leaning across the table a little now, too. Yoo-mi looks at you fondly and sincerely, her smile still stretched across her lips. "Thank you for being here, Y/N. And, thank you for still being my friend. I'm really sorry for the reason that you are here, though. I wish we could both do what we want."
You smile back at her, realizing how much you truly missed your best friend. Forgiving her wasn't the easiest thing, you had to admit, but it was worth it. As if she read your mind, Yoomi pouts, tilting her head. "Will you please come stay the night at my dorm? I have, like, twenty tubs of your favorite ice cream."
Grinning, you allow a laugh to escape your lips. You let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling your eyes playfully. "I guess I could. Only for the ice cream, though."
Squealing, Yoo-mi doesn't waste her time as she pulls you out of your seat and out of the cafe. She rambles as you walk out of the door, the conversation sailing between topics rapidly. You smile again — things were falling into place. Maybe not neatly, but everything would be fine soon.
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I would adore to read some of your works surrounding your characters! Especially if there’s already an assemblage of that completed so we needn’t worry about you overworking yourself
Well this seems like as good a time as any to be honest! Let’s go off shall we! So I wrote this a while back, it is mostly about Ginger Handel, the Final Girl to my Slasher OC Victor Pace. James Doron (never posted his offical bio) is also the other main character in this, he works in the same bakery with both Victor and Ginger. I love these three so very much and have written a lot about them already, so I can post more if people like it. This is a big deal because as I am sure you know OG shit isn’t what I post here, yet anyway.
Anger, a conversation, backstory. Here we go some of my original shit! Hope you all enjoy it!
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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.6K. Warnings: Mentions Of A Bad Home Life and Mental Health Struggles. Some Sad Shit. Some Soft Shit. Minor Angst. Anger. Some Backstory.
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How Dare You?
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Ginger was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life.
She was so concerned, worried, freaked the fuck out, she had to go find James and talk to him. She remembered where he lived from when she had stopped by for dinner with James and Victor. It was early, very early, she stood in front of his door and knocked, waiting, waiting, hurry up, come on. Finally the door opened and James was rubbing his eyes and said sleepily.
“Ginger?”
“James.”
“What are you doing here?”
He yawned, leaning against the door frame and Ginger said.
“I have to talk to you.”
“Now? Couldn’t wait until work?”
A tired laugh as he responded and she shook her head, saying seriously.
“No.”
He stared at her for a moment, he realized she seemed serious, he pushed off the door frame before sighing and saying.
“Fucking fine. Come on in.”
She walked in, James flopped down on the couch, Ginger stayed standing, pacing and James asked,
“So what’s the problem?”
“You know those murders?”
He sighed and said.
“Yeah, the ones you are so concerned about, sure.”
“I think…”
A pause. She struggles to find the right wording.
“This is a lot. I just...I think I know who’s doing it.”
That got his attention, he sat up and asked.
“Woah. Ginger really?”
Yes. Thank God, he seems interested. Ginger nodded and continued.
“Yes! Yes, we have to go to the police. I’m sure the murders are being done by one person.”
“Shit. Yeah I’ll help you, what evidence do you have?”
She felt embolden as she continued speaking, almost too quickly, gesturing as she did,
“I don’t have the physical evidence yet but if we can convince the police and get a warrant then I’m sure we will have everything we need.”
“Well c’mon spill. Who is it?”
Ginger hesitated and James gestured with his hands for her to spit it out.
“It’s...I think it’s Victor...”
He looked dumbfounded. He looked up at her and said harsh.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“James, I know, I know! But you have to hear me out!”
“No. No I don’t actually.”
James rolled his eyes and he crossed his arms, leaning back on the couch.
“James I swear to God it’s him! I know it, I-”
James got up and sighed very loudly, hand running through his messy hair.
“Shut up Ginger.”
Ginger tried to speak up and he cut her off right away.
“I said shut up Ginger! Oh my GOD. I cannot believe you.”
“What?”
He rubbed his hand over his face, weight shifting from one foot to the other and he said harshly.
“I said. I can’t believe you! Like Jesus Christ, Ginger, why? Huh? What do you have against the man?”
Ginger started to get a little frustrated at how quickly this was falling apart, at how fast James was getting upset as she said.
“Why are you always defending him?!”
James looked at Ginger, shocked as he said.
“You really don’t know?...”
The realization hit as he vocalized it,
“He didn’t tell you. Course he wouldn’t. Wasn’t his thing to tell. God damn it Victor.”
She heard it but it was almost like he was saying it to himself, he spoke louder as he addressed her again, eyes focused as he glared at her,
“That fucking man still amazes me. This makes me even more upset because you are accusing him of something so AWFUL.”
He was pacing now, almost rambling, still in utter disbelief he seemed mad as hell, he didn’t stop.
“The reason I defend him so much Ginger is because he is the best man I have ever met. He has helped me immensely. He gave me so much, real world experience and personal teaching, he listened to my problems and became my fucking friend. When I was in school, there was this one night and I had to bring in this dessert for a final exam and I fucking dropped it.”
He stopped pacing for a moment and he laughed recalling the memory and recounting it for Ginger.
“Like an idiot I dropped it and I fucking cried and freaked out about how I was going to fail and all my work would be for nothing.”
He remembered being curled over, crying tears of pure frustration, hunched over the mess that was once his dessert, smashed plate and cream and hard work splattered over the tile in the back of the bakery. He remembered Victor crouching down beside him, hand on his back, he looked up and Victor told him.
“Get up. Come on, get up and straighten yourself out, I’ll clean this up and I’ll help you do it again.”
He remembered looking up to him through too many tears as he said,
“Wha-what? Victor i-it’s already 11:30, you’ve stayed too late already, you normally open at 6, you shouldn’t-”
And Victor was rubbing over his back now, a shake of his head as he comforted him,
“James. Nothing you can say is going to change my mind here. I want to help you. I’m going to help you, okay?”
He sniffed and smiled and said.
“Okay.”
He remembered tissues and wiping his face clean, feeling a little embarrassed crying in front of his boss. They played music and talked and laughed and drank coffee and managed to stay awake and remake it even better. Victor insisted on keeping the store closed that day, he drove him to school that day. James passed and Victor and him went out for lunch and over even more coffee he remembers the moment where everything really changed when Victor said.
“I’m proud of you.”
That stopped James dead, mid sip of coffee, he wasn’t exactly used to praise and Victor didn’t stop.
“You have such a passion for this. For what we do, it is amazing how far you’ve come since we started working together, really.”
A pause.
“And I wanted to offer you a full time job at Pace’s Pastries when you are done with school. No obligation to stay forever obviously but you are such a good fit and I would love to have you.”
James agreed readily, easily, he couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream. Life is so good right now and here was Ginger standing there, doubting Victor, it was enraging.
He took a deep breath, his back to Ginger he continued, recalling another time.
“Once. I was mugged and they got a lot of money off me. I had just been to the bank, tuition payment, gone.”
A snap of his fingers for emphasis and he kept talking.
“And when I cried to Victor on the phone about it he fucking payed my tuition that month for me. These past years that man has been nothing but kind to me. Been there for me. Cared for me. I can’t tell you the amount of times he showed me such kindness again and again even if sometimes I probably didn’t deserve it. Everyone in Long Grove can tell you something nice about him! Some sweet, kind thing he has done for them.”
He was facing her again as he continued, louder now, more anger hurled at her.
“EVERY SINGLE ONE GINGER. And then you come in and start throwing accusations at him, why? Is he too nice?! Too fucking likeable?! SO SOMETHING HAS BE WRONG WITH HIM?!”
Ginger was in shock to say the least. She knew Victor was a good guy, that he did a lot for people but she didn’t know just how much he had done for James.
“He is family.”
“What?”
“He is my family Ginger...Like...”
Another sigh, he walked over to the couch and sat down again, he motioned for her to sit too. She took the chair next to the couch and he couldn’t look at her as he continued talking, eyes on the floor, hands on his knees.
“I’ve cried in front of that man too many damn times I swear to God. My family disowned me. I was almost done my last year of school, it was so awful, Victor was there for me.”
Another series of memories recalled, James in the back of house at the bakery, arms folded on the table in front of him, phone call just ended, tears still wet on his face, his dad’s words still ringing in his ears, fragments, hurtful and stinging.
“Never come back here again.”
“No son of mine-”
“Disgraceful.”
“Worthless.”
He heard the door swing open, he got up, wiping at his face, he pocketed his phone and said.
“Hey Victor, sorry I’m still here, I was just going to lock up.”
He tried to talk normally but his voice still sounded thick and raw from so much crying.
“James what’s wrong?”
He forced a smile and turned to look at Victor, still in the doorway as he said.
“Nothing man, uh nothing I’m all good.”
“James.”
Victor stepped closer and James still tried to deny it.
“Really Victor I’m good-I just uh-”
Think of a lie James come on, you burden him too much already, something, think of something.
A hand, strong and steady on his forearm, when did he close his eyes? He opened them again to see Victor, looking so concerned.
“You can talk to me James.”
So nice.
He is so damn nice and he is so open, no one in his family ever wants to talk about anything.
It all came spilling out, he couldn’t stop it, he told him about his home life, his family, his dad. He had started crying somewhere in the middle of telling him and it ended with the both of them sitting on the table in the back, James with his hand near his mouth, looking down, still crying, Victor just being there, listening.
“And then he said he never wants to see me again, to never come back there. They are disowning me Victor.”
He finally finished, Victor waited a moment, to make sure he was done. Hands taking his, strong and sure and grounding, James looked up to him and Victor said.
“Fuck them.”
James laughed a little, Victor wasn’t the type to swear often. He thinks the only time he heard it before now was one afternoon when making candy he got a molten sugar burn, it sounded wrong coming from him, he asked,
“What?”
“Fuck them. James they don’t know what they have in you. You are so talented and smart and so good and it sounds like they don’t act like a family.”
A forign concept to James. He sounded so confused,
“Act like a family?”
A laugh, quiet, a little sad from Victor before he says,
“Family supports each other, listens to each other, is there. Present. Caring, loving. Sounds like they have never been your family.”
James had to agree, they never cared, the only person who did was his younger sister, he was most broken up about that, not seeing her, her having to deal with them alone. Victor wasn’t done.
“I’ll be your family.”
James' heart had never beat harder in his life. He couldn’t accept hearing that so easily, something like that had never been offered to him, it sounded too good to be true. No way.
“Victor what are you saying? You-you’ve done enough, really I-”
“You need a place to go, you have school to finish, you are so close, live with me, take the full time job when you graduate. Figure out what you are doing with no pressure, James I care about you a lot, please let me help you do this.”
Again all he could do was smile through the tears and say,
“Okay.”
Living with Victor was so easy, he never realized that he wanted to go home to a place before, he always was avoiding his old family’s house, but here he actually wanted to go home at night. Being able to relax was life changing. Victor was the only one who came to his graduation, he took pictures and cheered and James felt loved and seen and heard for the first time in his 22 years of life.
James looked so sad, so angry so many things and he looked up from the floor back to Ginger. Less sad, more anger again.
“So...Ginger...I’m fucking sorry if I am a little upset and a little fucking doubtful of you that the man who did all of that and so much more, the man who saved my life, is capable of killing multiple people.”
Ginger doubted herself now. Stumbling through her attempt at a response.
“But...The...I...”
She sighed and James continued, prodding as he asked,
“What? What else?”
Ginger started.
“I don’t think he is mentally well.”
James got up and stepped closer, he scoffed looking down at her and said.
“And what about it Ginger? I know you know about how he got that scar of his. I know people in this town talk, they love him but fuck it IS the biggest thing that has ever happened here so I KNOW you know about it.”
Ginger couldn’t meet his gaze now, speaking quietly, playing with her fingers for a mild distraction, she felt like an idiot.
“Yes I know about how he got it.”
James continued, anger still clear in his tone,
“So if you know about it you know he has been through a lot. He watched his parents and brother die, almost died HIMSELF, so yes it kind of mentally messed him up, he is medicated, he is in therapy, he is working on himself.”
“He goes to therapy?”
He stepped away, walking to the kitchen, he needed coffee, dear God he needed something to help deal with how she was being right now, he continued speaking.
“Yes Ginger, oh my God. He doesn’t really talk about it at work, he is a little sensitive about it and he obviously made the right call, why are you being such a judgmental bitch?”
Now she was shocked, hand to her chest, finally looking back to him,
“I’m being a-”
He cut her off quickly.
“A judgmental bitch. I will say it again and again because the shoe fits.”
Now it was Ginger’s turn to get angry, she got up and followed him to the kitchen. She stood in the doorway and watched him, he seemed so different from how he was at the bakery, she softened. To be fair though she had barged her way in here well before 5 AM on a weekday and demanded to talk to him, accused him that the only family he has is a murderer, of course he is defensive.
Of course he doesn’t believe her.
Yet.
“James. I’m sorry. I know I am asking a lot of you, I know you have history and you don’t want to believe this but what if I could show you?”
She stayed in the doorway. Keeping the distance between them. She felt bad. James got out a second mug, he poured her a cup and picked it up, he held it out, still not looking at her.
“You want to show me Victor is a murderer?”
She stepped into the kitchen and took the cup and said.
“Yes. You are right, I need something hard, real evidence, if we catch him in the act then you will have to believe me.”
James let out a sigh, he shook his head and looked over to her as he said.
“I’m only agreeing to prove you wrong. There is no way it’s him.”
“So you’ll hear me out?”
She asked hopefully, he rolled his eyes and said.
“Yes. If it’ll get you to shut up. Now do you take cream or sugar or both?”
#BHF writing#Slasher OC#Victor Pace#Ginger Handel#James Doron#The Pace Brothers#Pace's Pasteries#BHF Orignal#BHF asks#thanks for asking this!#Hope you like it!#Gib feedback if yall want more
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Could I get some headcanons with Klarion and an evil scientist s/o? Love your writing btw💖
Of course you can and thank you for the compliment! ♡ Enjoy and send me more requests, please!
You two are perfect for each other. Which isn't a good thing for everyone else, especially those goody-goodies in the Justice League or Outsiders.
Science pick-up lines. He uses so many of them just for you.
He loves the fact you make him the best "toys". Things like mind controlling parasites salvaged from old Starro Tech, a collar for Teekl that creates a kinetic force field to protect her, and cloaking technology that hides Klarion from Zatanna.
One time, you combined your science with his chaotic sorcery to create an entire virtual reality pocket dimension, forcing those you trapped in it to play the most life threatening video game ever. It was genius until the heroes you trapped in it actually made it through the levels and found a way to destroy the dimension.
You were so devastated when they did that, so Klarion was everything but merciless when he once confronted the team again in battle.
If you ever need anything for your latest invention or plot, Klarion is more than happy to play errand boy, even if he has no idea of the importance of the thing he's stealing. (Did that sentence make sense?)
Whenever he's on a field mission, you'll be back at The Light's lab for you and giving him instructions on his mission over the comms (since he listens to you a lot better) while just complimenting him. He does the same.
It confuses the team when they face him and while he's fighting, he's also gushing over you like a teenage girl.
Klarion: *flings back Beast Boy* "Aw, I love you too (Y/n)-boo! No, I love you more!...No, you're the cutest!"
Teekl: "meow."
Klarion: "Shut it! *turns Teekl in her monster form and has her attack the Outsiders* huh? Oh, no. I was talking to Teekl. Of course I wouldn't say anything like that to you, you're my clever little (y/n)-boo!~"
Honestly, you two have officially asserted dominance as crime's cutest couple (self-proclaimed but it's true).
He loves watching you work. Wether that be creating a robot strong enough to take on Superman, or combining two chemicals to create the deadliest gas know to mankind, Klarion will just watch in awe as you do all of it with the most beautiful glint of malice in your gem-like eyes.
When you talk or ramble about science, he doesn't actually listen, but adoring the way you talk about it so passionately.
If something ever happened to you, Klarion will take out his anger on the closest city near you guys, even if you accidently hurt yourself.
Loves it when your curiosity takes over and you start asking him about magic because as much as he loves to listen to you talk about science, he also loves the giddy feeling he gets when you look at him like he's the most incredible thing you've ever seen.
Since you're more of a scientist/informant for the Light and not an official member, Klarion isn't allowed to talk or communicate to you during meetings unless your somehow included in the meeting (reporting something or presenting an idea). So he misses you like crazy after.
Don't think that he'll let you throw self-care out the window just because you're an evil scientist. Because he'll take away your science privilages if you're not taking care of yourself.
Both of you are incredibly cruel, especially since during the whole Project Rutabaga thing, Klarion lent you some meta-teens to expriment on. He enjoyed watching as you worked diligently to crack the code of the meta-gene while also forcing your subject to be awake during the entire experiment.
God he was never more in love when he saw you dissect them with that sweet smile on your face.
When he was stuck in the Tower of Fate, you put all your projects on hold and instead put your effort in bringing your Klair-bear back.
When you two reunited, it was a precious thing to see as you cried in his arms out of relief while he kissed away your tears. Unless you were Zatanna or any hero in general, then you'd sic whatever robotic or bio-engineered creation on them while Klarion would attack using his magic. No holding back from both of you.
To make it short and sweet, you two are a match made in Hell.
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for @moonfamiliar‘s Rafe Quill Vikander!
Painter Extraordinaire | Creative - Goofball - Good
Young Adult | Comic Book Artist
A metric ton of info below the cut, but the basics are in point form to help get you through my verbose ramblings! I definitely got carried away but Rafe is a precious handsome boy and I wanted to put lots of love into Idris for him!
private dl if chosen hello
Bio:
His birth certificate says Del Sol Valley, but Idris never knew his parents. He knew some story about an up-and-coming starlet falling in love, a sordid affair, a child that could ruin her career. But he’s never known the truth and, frankly, hasn’t wanted to since he was a kid.
Idris was tossed around the foster system since he was very young. Never stayed in one place long enough to make too many friends, he was withdrawn and awkward as a child. He spent more time drawing comics, watching cartoons and playing video games than playing outside, spending time with friends; he could watch his many foster siblings do so through the windows, but struggled to get there himself when he was young.
Getting older, the revolving door of foster families only made him angry. Idris was prone to fighting -- one break in his nose would never heal, leaving his face forever crooked. But when he was fourteen Idris got news he never believed that he would; he was being adopted.
The Cranes were warm and kind. Madelaine Crane couldn’t have her own children, so their home was filled with kids like him. Kids nobody else wanted. Madelaine and Henry Crane saved Idris’ life. His first day at the Crane household, he walked into his new room to find it bursting with coloured pencils, drawing pads, an easel, wooden models Henry himself had carved. It was more than a gesture of good faith; it was the parental love he’d craved all his life.
At last, he was allowed to flourish. Now
out on his own and spreading his wings, Idris draws with a Del Sol comic book label and has his own series in progress called Father Time about a priest that discovers he has the ability to travel through time just as the zombie apocalypse begins. He’s lucky enough to have landed his dream job, he has a solid friend group with a standing Sunday night movie date, and the only thing missing now is a second parent for his gecko.
Bio TLDR;
• booted around the foster system from birth to 14
• a very awkward loser child with no friends what a nerd
• drawing, gaming and cartoons were his escape
• scrappy little tween/young teen, got into way too many fights
• he’s better now
• lives in San Myshuno with his gecko and so many plants
• draws for a comic book label and has his own series
Personality:
• Idris is a good man. He isn’t always perfect, he has his moments, but he does his best. He follows the motto ‘be better today than you were yesterday, and greater tomorrow than you will be today.’
• he’s learned patience, and continues to learn it. Patience with himself and with others is a virtue.
• he loves a laugh, and while he isn’t great at handling super emotional situations, he’ll go to any lengths to make someone he cares about smile or laugh.
• because of being bumped around so much as a kid, he has some attachment issues some of the many things he’s working on in therapy so he tends to love quite hard.
• despite having a bit of a rough upbringing, he’s a happy young lad. Idris is glad to be alive and he’s glad that, as likely as it was he’d turn out miserable and angry, he didn’t.
Fun Facts:
• Idris loves reptiles and has a gecko named Marvin because he loved Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
• super into horror movies, particularly classic slashers like Friday the 13th
• swallowed a penny for $5 one time
• will absolutely draw people he likes
• is pansexual, his last relationship was poly but he’s kind of into settling down
• not to brag but he’s won one(1) whole karaoke contest in his life sooo
• lactose intolerant but will never stop eating cheese, it’s worth the upset stomach tbh
• the only gigantic pet peeve he has is when people sneeze or cough into their hand and then try to touch him like no back off scum
• will listen to and enjoy any music. his first serious relationship was with the drummer of a weird spanish-folk-indie fusion band and he still owns four copies of their only cd
Playlist ❥
(I loved that Rafe had his own playlist and I had it on repeat while I was working on Idris, so I thought I’d put one together for Dris as well!)
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Mamihlapinatapei\Lauriver
Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy this!
Should Have Been Her
Summary: In light of an early breakup between Oliver and Felicity, Alex can’t help reflecting on his boss’ choices in regards to relationships... especially when he can see the obvious.*Can also be read on my AO3 or FFN, links are in bio*
This job was going to be the death of him, Alex thought tohimself. “What do you mean Felicity won’t do it?”
“We had a fight about, uh, an old boyfriend of hers… andalso about her mom, I guess, last week,” Oliver said, looking undeniably wornout. He had to wonder how many nights the man had been sleeping on the couch.
“It’s not going to look great if you show up to a lunch withprospective endorsers without your own plus one.”
“I’ll just take Thea with me.”
“Thea’s booked for an interview with Williams in the samehour block, can’t do it,” Alex reminded him. He held his hand out for his boss’phone. “Look, I’ll call Felicity if you want.”
“She’s really not going to want that.”
Oh, so this was a serious possible break-up type situation.Just great. He hadn’t exactly been impressed with the candidate’s girlfriend;her inability to show up for meetings and the casualness with which she seemedto throw the campaign money had always struck him as flighty and poorlymanaged. But people liked a pretty, smiling face, and not having one on his armmight make people sour on Oliver. At least they weren’t engaged; that wouldmake things easier to spin.
Alex’s thoughts were so preoccupied with the work he wasgoing to have to do that he nearly missed Oliver’s next suggestion.
“Laurel might be free.”
“Laurel?” Alex wasn’t quite able to keep the strain out ofhis voice.
Oliver fixed him with a look. “She’s a part of the team, andshe honestly knows the ins and outs of this kind of stuff better than I do.I’ll give her a call.”
Despite Alex hoping and praying that the DA’s office beincredibly swamped with work that afternoon, Laurel was able to give them herlunch hour. So she was coming to meet with the union bosses.
Although, if he’d given more than a thought to her familybackground, he might have realized that could prove a boon.
“Laurel, how are you?” Boomed Larry Carmine, the Presidentof Star City’s Police Guild. He went in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek,which Laurel accepted with a smile. “Quentin says things are running prettynicely between the offices.”
“We try to keep communication channels open. Best way tokeep the system running. How’s Abby?”
“She’s just fine. Finished pre-med last semester.” Carmineturned to Oliver and shook his hand next. “Oliver Queen. Full of surprises,aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am.” The group all sat down, Oliver pulling outLaurel’s chair for her. She smiled up at him, and he returned it before takinghis own seat.
Alex motioned to the waiter hovering at the edge of theirprivate room to bring out the pre-ordered food. These were busy people afterall, so they hadn’t wanted to keep them waiting.
“I have to say, I should have expected you two to getinvolved in politics,” President Raynes of the Local 27 said after they’d allmade significant progress on their meals. The former fire chief had onlyretired from active duty last spring and made the transition to union work.“You made a pretty good team figuring all that out with Garfield. Still a shamewhat happened to him, but I wouldn’t be here without you. Makes me prettyinclined to listen, Mr. Queen.”
Oliver nodded all the while Alex made a mental note to askjust when in the hell his boss had been planning to tell him he’d saved thefirefighter union chief’s life. “I’m hoping you like what you hear. My campaignis committed to supporting those who need it most, and that includes our firstresponders, our firefighters, all those out on the front lines. Alex here hassome of the numbers we’ve been talking about.”
“These are preliminary plans we’re hoping to have your inputon,” Alex said, taking his cue to pass out the portfolios he had compiled.Laurel looked off of the one Oliver had laid out in front of them, their headsbent closer together than Alex really thought they needed to be.
Raynes was nodding along as he read, but Alex was moreinterested in Carmine, who leaned to his right to ask Laurel, “So you reallybelieve in this one, huh?”
“I do.”
“But I still remember your old man cursing his name!”Carmine and his Vice President burst into laughter.
Alex winced and held his breath, but Laurel only laughedlightly herself and said, “And he would be the first to tell you just what achanged man Oliver is. Believe me, I used to think we’d never see the dayeither.”
“Laurel and her family have been good enough to give me asecond chance,” Oliver added right off her statement. It was almost startling.In these previous sessions with endorsers they’d been attempting to woo, Oliverhad seemed content to allow Felicity to ramble on about this or that and waitfor her signal to speak. But now he seemed to know instinctively when to comein.
“I’m hoping that the citizens of Star can be willing to takea second chance as well. Not just on me, but on our home,” Oliver continued.The others had all gone quiet as they listened, none more closely than Laurel,who seemed to be hanging on his every word. “I know that we’ve struggled a lotthe last few years and that a lot of people are giving up or asking why webother? But I think with patience and with determination in equal measure, wecan help turn this city into the best it can be. The same way Laurel’s alwaysseen the best I can be and stood by me.”
“Well, thank you for proving me a good judge of characterafter all,” Laurel said, and they shared a smirk that was so fond it wasinfuriating. Alex coughed, and they both blinked and looked away from theother.
“I consider myself a good judge, too,” Carmine said, “and Ican tell you right now, Mr. Queen, so long as you have this lovely lady’ssupport that goes a long way in my book.”
Oliver looked at Laurel rather than Carmine as he answered,“I’ll keep it under advisement.”
Laurel headed back to City Hall on her own while Alex andOliver rode to the campaign office. Once alone with him, his boss seemed toretreat back into his thoughts, frowning out the window. Alex wondered what wason his mind.
“This may be the one time you hear this, but I might havebeen wrong,” Alex finally admitted, if only to try and draw the other man backinto the present. “About Laurel.”
Oliver’s eyes drifted in his direction, a half-smilecrossing his face. “Only might?”
Alex grimaced. He wasn’t really good at the whole admitting faultthing. “She’s good with those guys from the Locals. Probably grew up surroundedby them, didn’t she?” Oliver nodded in confirmation, and he supposed it madesense that the other man would know. “And I have to say even I was surprised athow well she made you look when they asked about your history. I actuallybelieved her.”
“That’s because she believes it, too.”
“Yeah. Makes you wonder…”
“What?” Oliver shifted in his seat, sitting up straighter.
Alex paused. It wasn’t really his place, nor was he reallyhoping to get that deeply involved in the candidate’s personal life. So heshrugged. “Nothing. Chief Raynes was right, though, you two make a good team.”
“Yeah,” Oliver agreed after a moment. He went back tostaring out the window, though this time his expression was far more wistful.
The more Alex thought about it, the more maddening itbecame. They were too good, made only more obvious when Laurel stopped by thecampaign office to pick up Thea for dinner.
“You could join us,” Thea told her brother.
“Only if you’re not needed here,” Laurel added quickly witha slightly guilty glance in Alex’s direction. She refocused on Oliver whiletucking her hair back behind one ear.
Oliver held her gaze for a moment before dropping it to thedesk. “I should probably put in another hour. You two go ahead.”
“We’ll see you later,” Laurel promised, and Alex watchedOliver watch them leave with a smile. Like he was watching his family. Which hebasically was.
Except that wasn’t his girlfriend. At least, not the mostrecent one. Not the one Alex had spent the last few weeks building the campaignaround; their little office romance or whatever it had been. It all sounded soshallow in his head in retrospect.
Whatever it was Oliver and Laurel had was strong, strongenough to survive time and scandal and the metaphorical equivalent of agasoline fire. They were still working together and for a common good. It was apolitical power couple the likes of which someone like him could only hope towitness.
And yet, they couldn’t really be together. Not without itcausing a stir in the campaign. And they both seemed to know it.
He knew it was deeply ironic to be disappointednow when before he’d been begging Oliver to put some distance between himselfand Laurel. But that had been before he’d realized: it should have been her.
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Close to Home [4/4] - Detective!AU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Language, as you already know,
A/N: Here we are! The final part of Close to Home, I do so hope you enjoy and ket me know what you think regardless. As before, this is my entry for Layla’s (@wxntersoldiers) 5k Challenge and I can’t thank her enough for her support on this series! I know that most of you just kind of want to read this now so I’ll stop rambling and just leave you to it ;)
masterlist is in my bio and the series masterlist can be found there! if you fancy being tagged in the next parts over the weekend, drop me an ask!
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“Back inside,” he said, his tone low and unforgiving and you saw a look in his eyes that seemed sadistically playful. He was enjoying this. The smirk that appeared on his face when he saw your fear-stricken eyes proved that point.
“Carl, you don’t have to-”
“I said, back inside.”
His gun moved ever so slightly left of Steve’s shoulder and pointed instead at you again and it was enough of a warning for Steve to wrap an arm around you, still facing Carl, and slowly walk you backwards and back inside the apartment. He’d called for backup two minutes ago - you probably had another two minutes to wait for it. Time to stall.
“I thought shooting you would be enough to steer you away from this case, Y/N. Or at least for poor little Steve to steer you away. I guess I was mistaken.”
“Steve knows I can handle myself,” you said confidently, proud when you couldn’t hear the wobble in your voice that you’d anticipated, “It takes more than a shot to the arm, Carl.”
“Maybe this time I’ll make it a shot to the chest then,” he said matter of factly, face void of any and all emotion, “And before you say something heroic like “You’ll have to go through me”, save it Rogers, I will happily go through you.”
Steve closed his mouth. You wondered, just for the briefest of moments, whether that actually was what he was going to say. You didn’t let your mind wander for long.
“Why are you doing this Carl?” you said, stepping out from behind Steve in a move that shocked the both of you and had Steve’s eyes screaming at you to get back behind him.
“Killing people? I’m only killing the people who deserve to die, Y/N, you should relate to that. Each stupid fucking business man in a suit that I’ve killed is a no-good criminal that’ll never be caught. I’m just teaching them a lesson.”
Steve seemed to catch onto your stalling tactic and butted in.
“So why shoot Y/N? She’s an upstanding citizen, does everything by the book, tries to do right. Which is what you’re trying to do, right?”
You could tell it pained Steve to even suggest that what Carl was doing was anything close to doing the right thing, and it only made you all the more proud of him when you thought about it later. But in the moment, all you could focus on was the barrel of Carl’s gun pointed at your chest and the pounding of your heart in your ears.
“You two just keep getting in my way. Following leads and getting closer and closer to finding me out,” he was spitting his words out of his mouth, “I was hoping that by flirting with wifey here I might be able to derail your stupid fucking holier-than-thou marriage and therefore derail the case but no such fucking luck there. So if I have to kill you to continue my life’s mission, then so be it.”
He was clearly not in his right mind as he spoke and his reasoning certainly wasn’t making sense but suddenly all the over the top flirting did.
“You were trying to ruin our marriage?” you asked incredulously, not thinking about how he might react to your tone and just in disbelief that he ever thought that might work. The idea would have been laughable, had this been a situation where you could breathe properly.
“Thought maybe you’d realise this tall tower of righteousness was so up his own ass that you could do better but apparently I misjudged how up your own ass you are, Y/N,” he said, a fake and frankly cruel smile on your face that made you desperately want to take a step backwards. It was almost as if he sensed the urge, because in one fell swoop he had stepped forwards and wrapped one arm around your throat, the other pressing something cold into your temple.
You let out a whimper and cursed your weakness.
Steve was frantic, you could see the darting of his eyes, but he stayed vigilant, gun pointed directly at Carl and hands only visibly trembling to the sharpest of eyes.
“Detective Peterson, it does not have to come to this. Let her go.”
His voice was calmer than you’d expected, so perfectly mediating, but you knew there wasn’t much time. Now, with you in this position, you were desperate for backup to arrive because without it you weren’t sure what would cause Carl to hesitate. You had the faintest worry that Steve might shoot him, but looking into his eyes told you that he was wracking his brains for any other possibility right at that moment.
Shooting him didn’t mean he wouldn’t shoot you.
“Carl,” you croaked, good hand holding onto the arm that was wrapped around your throat, bad arm resting uselessly by your side, “Please.”
He laughed then, a throaty chuckle that held no weight and you felt the cold metal press harder into your temple, enough to cause an ache.
“I’ve always hated you, Lieutenant Rogers,” he was talking to Steve now and you closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, to stop panicking so much, “You had everything that I didn’t. The money. The nice house. The perfect job. The doting wife. And now, I finally have the opportunity to take away one of those things.”
Steve didn’t say anything, and you opened your eyes to see the panic and pain as his eyes flickered over to you instead of Carl. There were the beginnings of tears in his eyes as he looked at you, almost a cry for help, a cry for you to tell him what to do. You could feel your heart breaking for him.
“Don’t-” Steve’s voice cracked and his shaking hands were far more noticeable now and you felt anger bubbling up inside you when you glanced at Carl’s face beside yours and saw the joy there, “Don’t you dare.”
Carl opened his mouth to say something else, milking this moment for all it was worth, but before he could there were shouts from outside. Backup.
You felt the gun leave your temple. Saw your opportunity. Took it.
You reached around with your right hand, your good hand, and snatched the handgun that you had hidden at the base of your back, flicked off the safety with one thumb.
A shout from Steve. From Carl. A gunshot rang out.
But this time, you weren’t on the receiving end.
Carl cried out as his legs buckled and he fell to the ground, a steadily growing path of blood blossoming on his leg and Steve had enough of his senses about him to run forward and kick the gun out of his hand, letting it skid across the floor to the other side of the room. As you watched on, gun still held in a death grip in a shaking hand, Steve was suddenly cuffing Carl and officers were pouring through the door, taking over from Steve and taking Carl out of the room, presumably to the hospital, as he screeched and screamed about you having shot him.
When the commotion had gone there were just a few officers left milling around, conducting a final search of the apartment, cordoning off the site and listening to Steve’s instructions on where to find the ski mask evidence.
You were still frozen in place. Hand and eyes trained on the spot where Carl’s leg had just been.
You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, head snapped towards whoever it was, eyes wide and somewhat manic. You blinked and let out a shaky breath you’d been holding when you were met with a worried Steve.
“Just me, baby,” he said soothingly, running his hand down your arm and gently taking the gun from your hand. Your fingers didn’t move, stayed in the shape that they were stuck in, that you were stuck in, “C’mere.”
His arms wrapped around you slowly, scared about how you might react, almost scared to break you. For a moment you just stood there, arm still out as if holding the gun, Steve’s head in the crook of your shoulder and arms around your waist. Eventually, after several moments where Steve thought he was going to have to pull away, you broke out of your trance and your arm finally wrapped around Steve, tightening in the collar of his shirt as you buried your face into it.
You could feel his tears soaking into your neck and you were sure there were a few strays of your own making their mark onto his shirt. The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his heartbeat kept you sane.
“Steve, m-my neck,” your voice was muffled and he pulled away just enough to be able to hear you, but you clearly weren’t allowed out of his tight hold yet - not that you would complain about that anytime soon.
“What was that?” he wiped his face with the back of his hand and you released your grip on his shirt to help him, with soft hands and cautious touches.
“Just, you were resting on my neck a little and-”
You gestured to your neck in lieu of explaining and sure enough there were already faint bruises forming on the skin where Carl’s arm had been wrapped around your throat. Steve faltered, a finger coming up to trace the marks with a feather like tenderness and you savoured the contrast.
“God, I’m so-” a crack in the voice, a fresh wave of tears, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“Shh,” you hummed softly, letting the hand that had been wiping his tears rest on his cheek as you had done so many times in the past, “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
He paused and cast his gaze downwards for a couple of seconds like he was gathering the courage to say what he wanted to say next and you gave him as much time as he needed, patiently waiting.
“I can’t protect you. I couldn’t three weeks ago and I couldn’t today. I-” he paused with a turbulent sigh, still attempting to talk through his steady tears, “What kind of police officer am I if I can’t protect people?”
“Steve-”
“What kind of husband am I if I can’t protect my wife?”
The last few words were strangled and hoarse and your own tears started up again at the sound. Urgently, you pulled his face forwards and rested his forehead against yours, closing your eyes to focus entirely on his touch. His eyes fluttered closed out of sheer instinct.
“You don’t need to protect me, honey. I never want you to feel like you have to protect me,” your hand lay on his neck and you let your thumb rub loving circles into his jaw, “And anyway, you stalled for long enough that the backup came and I could make my move.”
“It was such a badass move,” he chuckled and you joined him a little.
“Well, we both know I am a badass.”
“An insanely hot badass who happens to be the best wife in the goddamn world,” he said sincerely and you smiled against him.
“Whatever ever floats your boat, mister best husband in the goddamn world.”
He leaned in first, or maybe you did, or maybe it didn’t matter, because as soon as you kissed him, you finally, finally, felt safe. Overwhelmingly so.
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Paperwork had never seemed more menial. That’ll happen to you when you get shot once and then nearly killed.
It was as if you had to get used to the mundanity of ordinary life again after your ordeal, which was taking a while but not longer than expected. It had only been about a month, after all, and through both you and Steve going to workplace provided counselling that Fury had basically insisted upon, you were getting past it. You helped each other more than you could ever thank each other for.
You couldn’t help but glance at Steve as you thought about him, how good he had been during the whole thing. Taking care of you with your out-of-action arm, taking care of you after the incident, letting you take care of him when he needed it. Never failing to remind you how much he loved you, sometimes a little more than was necessary. It only served to remind you how much it had shaken him.
Currently, he was staring at his computer with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, which flicked back and forth as he read through what was probably another boring document he didn’t want to read. Occasionally, he would reach down for his coffee and take a sip and you had to stifle a giggle when he reached without looking and accidentally hit himself in the head with the mug.
All of a sudden you were back in the academy.
You were watching Steve. Again. It was a pretty common occurrence for you, though it just so happened that the days on which you decided to have a little glance-fest at Steve didn’t coincide with the many days on which Steve decided to have a little glance-fest at you. It was almost as if fate wasn’t quite ready for you yet.
He was jogging around the perimeter as you had your break, being in a different group to you today. As you relaxed back on your forearms on the unforgiving concrete, your eyes were drawn to the hair that flopped into his face and then downwards to his flexing calf muscles and all the way back up again.
The way your chest was heaving was due to the difficult exercise you’d just been doing. Of course. Nothing else.
It was as if he felt you watching, or perhaps, you always thought later, fate decided to have a little tease, but he glanced at you at just the right moment to catch you staring. You didn’t look away, despite every nerve in your body screaming at you to do so but held his gaze in a thrilling exchange that had two hearts beating in frantic unison.
And then he ran right into the basketball post.
He staggered backwards from it, all his previous momentum lost and clutched his head and before you knew what you were doing you were up and racing over to him on the other side of the tarmac.
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
He turned to face you slowly and looked at you like he was surprised you were talking to him. For a few moments he just stayed like that, the look on his face equal parts confused and slightly - was that awe? Then he shook his head and cursed like he just realised you’d asked him a question.
“A-Am I okay? Yeah-Yes I am...um...fine. I’m fine,” he winced as he stumbled over his words like a complete idiot. You’d only spoken a few times before, when you’d been partnered up or during drinks with a few other mutual friends in the academy too. Each time, he fucked it up. He would be having serious words with himself in the mirror later.
“Are you sure? You might be concussed,” you held up three fingers in front of his face, still struggling to keep your cool in front of him but the worry about him helped with that one, “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three. I promise I’m- I’m actually fine,” he assured you finally finding his voice again.
“Okay. Well, that’s good.”
There was an awkward pause. He was now sure he’d imagined you staring at him and felt idiotic. You were now sure he had caught you staring at him and felt embarrassed beyond belief.
“Anyway,” you stretched the word out to its fullest extent and stepped a safe distance away from him, one where you didn’t think you were about to jump into his arms and ask him to hold you, “Take better care of yourself, Steve.”
As soon as you said his name you cursed yourself, because why the fuck would you know his name unless you were stalking him and he’d obviously think you were weird now and why oh why did you have to-
“See you around, Y/N.”
The elation the both of you felt deep in your chest as the exchanging of names really should have been a sign of what was to come, but for that moment it only served to fan the flame of a crush to span a lifetime.
Falling in love was easy when it felt like this.
You had always maintained that it was that moment for you when you knew you were completely done for when it came to Steve, but he claimed it happened to him far earlier. You’d always been sceptical of that.
The thought of him from years ago, all fresh faced and stuttery had you watching him at his desk with a renewed loving gaze. Not many people got this lucky.
You couldn’t stand it anymore. You picked up a few case files and stacked them together and pushed yourself up from your desk with purpose.
You walked tall as you made your way over to Steve’s desk in the precinct, pushing past busy cops walking this way and that, a certain swish in your walk that you couldn’t quite shake and a permanent smile set into your features.
“Hey.”
He looked up and the smile that involuntarily lit up his whole face at just the sight of you still made your heart flutter like the flustered young girl at the academy with a crush on the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. He still possessed that same ability to make you lose your cool and you still possessed the same ability to turn him into a stuttering mess, when you decided to utilise it. Some things never changed.
“You’re sure we shouldn’t keep it formal?”
“Nah,” you said breezily, coming round to his side of the desk and pushing yourself up with both hands to sit on the edge of it, still thanking your lucky stars that you finally had the use of both hands. You’d only been cleared for field work last week and so far hadn’t been put to use, but you were itching to get back out there, “We’ve been married for two years. Together for eight. I think we can accept we’ve never had much of a work relationship.”
“You think?” he asked teasingly and you stuck your tongue out at him, revelling in the loud bark of laughter it gave you, “What did you want anyway?”
“I was just going to drop off these-” you dropped the case files on his desk, “-for a second opinion, if you don’t mind. I could do with a partner on a few of these cases that I seem to be stuck on.”
“No murderers?”
“No murderers,” you confirmed happily and he smiled, looking practically grateful it seemed.
“Good,” he murmured, “I don’t think I can take another murderer anywhere near you for a while.”
“That’s sweet and also, very fair,” you said honestly and then, remembering your actual reason for coming over, you cast a quick glance over your shoulder to check nobody was truly watching you. Coast seemed clear, “And speaking of accepting the nature of our working relationship, there is actually a second reason for coming over here…”
“Oh yeah? And what would that be, sweetheart?”
He said it like he knew exactly what you were going to say next and you reasoned that he probably did. You crossed one leg over the other and gently touched a foot to his calf, slowly dragging it up his leg as you looked at him through your lashes and bit your lip as you asked-
“I was just reliving our days in the academy where we fell madly in love,” you loved watching his face flash with memories as he recalled the same feeling of hopefulness you just had, “And remembering how much of a distraction you were.”
“Not my fault you enjoyed the view.”
His interruption made you chuckle but you narrowed your eyes at him in fake warning anyway.
“Anyway, in the spirit of reliving those days - wanna go makeout in the fourth floor cupboard?”
“You know we have done that since the academy babe.”
“You’re either in or you’re out, Lieutenant,” you said matter of factly, taking your foot away from his leg and pushing yourself to stand, beginning to walk away with just that extra swing of your hips that you knew the effect of.
He caught up with you instantly and his mouth beside your ear as he whispered sent a jolt of electricity through your spine.
“Oh I am in,” he said teasingly, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and snuck you off down a back corridor towards the cupboard, giggling like teenagers, “I am most definitely in.”
Staying in love was easy when it felt like this.
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Who do you think taught Sero how to roll?
“Who do you think taught Sero how to roll?” // College AU // Bakugou x OC
Rating: M - Warnings: Aged-up +21, Drugs (of the weed verity), Alcohol Use, Swearing, mentions and talking of sex.
WC: 2, 181
Hi! My Name is Bell, I am so new to this. This is my first thing I’ve written for My hero Academia and Bakugou, so hopefully you enjoy. I have been writing or trying to write for a while now and I haven’t really branched out into fanfic, but I thought why the hell not. My semester is pretty light, and I could totally avoid real life right now.
The title is a reference to the ridiculously funny Real Bros of Simi Valley. The O.C. I have is named Valerie Valentine, and I will probably be writing A LOT more with her, and they won’t all be AUs, I already have her quirk together, but I wanted to test the waters first. Also, Bakugou is a tiny bit ooc in this mostly because it’s a quirk-less AU and he’s also older and a tiny bit more mature. He’s still a twat though just tamed down. This is the first one-shot of a small blurb of college stories between my OC and BK.
Well, I will stop rambling, and please please enjoy! Oh! And please be kind xoxo!
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Honestly, I can't really explain how I got myself into this current situation. I could maybe allude it being paired with the energic, loud, spunky pink-haired girl who didn't know the first thing about cellular biology in our Sophomore year, who eventually talked me into hanging out with her without mentioning anything bio-related, or maybe it's because I'm a pushover who's willing to do whatever her friends ask of her.
Either way, I can't blame anyone but myself, and in reality, it's not like it's that different than any other Friday night. Drinks, games, movies with the usual group: regular, average, and even fun. The only difference between this Friday and last, is that everyone decided to cancel. Kaminari was the first, which means Jirou wasn't coming either, then almost immediately after that, Sero bailed out as well. I tried to cancel but Mina's insistent begging, mixed with "It's not as fun when its only Kiri and the gremlin!" So really, there was no way I was going to get out of it. But I didn't see the night playing out with Bakugou and I ending up on the couch while we awkwardly drink our beer and pretend not to hear what's going on behind Mina's closed door.
It's not like Bakugou, and I didn't like each other. It was more like we just don't talk to each other. In the few times we have its mostly just hellos or meaningless small talk that I don't think either of us remember. Truthfully, I think it just that he doesn't enjoy the fact that I'm an outsider to his very tightknit group. I mean, these guys have known each other since high school, and I'm just the random girl that Mina inserted without any question in the third semester of school. Luckily, everyone else was welcoming and genuinely excited to get to know me, but Bakugou just seemed to put off. I tried not to look into it, everyone said that that was just who he was. And it's not like I'm missing much, he's always pretty transparent when it comes to what he wants or how he feels. I don't really need to have a personal conversation with him to know that he's loud and brash and that to him everyone is absolutely shitty.
Somewhere along these past couple of months though I noticed that I notice him, and it seems I just wasn't ready to be utterly alone with him in such a… delicate situation.
The noise from the television was loud, loud enough to dim the sounds from the next room, but definitely not loud enough to drown out the awkwardness of the living room. My hands were starting to sweat, and the beer in my grasp has grown way warmer than it was five minutes ago. Sinking back into the couch, I dragged the warm bottle to my lips. I took this moment to steal a glance at the man diagonal to me only to realize he's staring. "You know I-- "the words fumbled from my lips, the bottle in my hand slid until I caught it at the neck, and my body rocketed to an upright position.
"This happens every fucking time." He cocked his neck to one side, looking over at me with half-lidded eyes. "You'd think that since they made these stupid plans, they'd at least stay apart of them."
This is weird, I feel funny, get out of this situation as fast as you can. But those red eyes of his did things to me, and this is the first time I have ever seen him take more than a glance at me. At that moment, I had such sympathy for Kaminari; short-circuiting of the brain makes it really hard for rational thoughts to form and for the brain to tell your mouth not to say stupid shit.
"In a way I'm actually kind of jealous that they fuck so much, and that they are so into each other that they don't care about leaving us out here together. I haven't had sex in like, months, from classes and labs and work, I got so caught up in everything else I kind of forgot that sex was a thing? Like I can handle myself, so, if anything, this is like foreplay for me for when I get home."
What the fuck? What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
I squeezed my eyes closed, chugging the rest of my beer. There wasn't even a second of uncomfortable silence before I heard a sound, a sound that I have never heard come from him before. He was cackling. Full on, heartedly cackling.
"What the fuck?" Bakugou laughed with full gusto, eyes tightly shut one hand on his stomach with the other holding his beer to the coffee table. "Fucking Valentine, what the hell is wrong with you." He gasped out.
For a second, I almost forgot how embarrassed I was, his laugh was so distracting. The cackle faded into light giggles, and he looked sinful and cute all at the same time. It got worse when he tipped his bottle back to his lips, all the while still looking at me.
Panicking, I reached for my bag that was thrown on the floor in front of me, grabbing it quickly and shooting up from the couch I spoke, "Okay. I think I'm just going to go. I'll text Mina when I get home." I turned slightly, and bowed to him, "Always a pleasure, Bakugou."
He threw out his arm, latching his hand around my wrist. "Why the fuck are you being so weird tonight Valentine? Its barely even ten 'o'clock, and you aren't leaving me out here alone to listen to them fuck like rabbits." He pulled my wrist down hard, making my body slam back into the couch. Landing right on the edge of the sofa, near him. So close that my clothed knee brushed his. "Plus," he leaned in, pushing my shoulders back, so I was slumped. "I know you won't get that far. I know that shitty hair is your ride home because all the shuttles stop running at nine."
Breathing out a nervous huff, "Okay." Typically, I wasn't such an awkward person, or at least I usually don't feel this uncomfortable. It's just Bakugou: transparent, loud, blunt, and angry Bakugou. The Bakugou who often doesn't even think twice about my presence. "Okay." God. What could I do in this moment not to think about how hot his knee feels pressed against mine? To make me not notice that he smells like fucking caramel and spice? Anything for me just to fucking relax and stop feeling my heart in my throat. Then, it clicked, the perfect idea to loosen up and enjoy this rare moment. I shrugged my bag off my shoulder, turning slightly to shuffle through the contents. Turning back to him with my hands full and a sly smile, I buzzed, "Do you want me to roll us a blunt while you get us another beer?"
It felt like it had been decades since I've seen that feral grin of his, and my heartbeat slowed immediately. For this split second, everything felt like it had every other time we hung out as a group, the only difference is that I proposed the idea instead of our good buddy Sero.
Shaking my grinder from side-to-side, I grab the two different cigar wraps. "Mango or tropical fruit?"
Bakugou walked around me, deciding to sit right next to me on the couch instead of the chair he was just occupying. Twisting both lids of the beer, he tossed the caps on the table, taking a quick swig out of before setting them both down. "Mango, definitely mango. I fucking hate the way the tropical tastes."
Making a mental note, I set the grinder down and opened the mango cigarillos, sliding one of them into my hand. "Can I see your pocketknife?" Without hesitation, Bakugou straightened his legs and lifted his butt to dig into his front pocket. He whipped the red plated knife, opened it, and handed it to me. Taking it in one movement, I carefully sliced a straight line from one end to another before dumping the tobacco into the ashtray on Mina's coffee table.
"I didn't realize you even knew how to roll a blunt." Glancing back over my right shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Really, Bakugou? I've never seen you roll one either; actually, I don't think I've ever seen you take more than one hit." I refocused on the task in front of me, knowing that his face was probably red from anger and a little bit of embarrassment. I've been an awkward mess since Mina and Kiri left the room, but now that I feel a bit in my element, teasing him is a little fun.
"Oi, fuck you. I may have never done it, but I guarantee you I can roll better than you." He lightly slapped my arm with the back of his hand, making sure not to jerk me too much. "and I don't like to do it often, not as often as you fucking potheads. It always makes it difficult to run the mornings after."
"Hmm," I mumbled and nodded my head as I licked across the top of the wrapper, sealing the bud in tight. "Grab the lighter from my bag please. And I get it, it's not your thing, but it helps me get creative and eases my anxiety. Plus, it kind of made me feel included when I first met you guys." I grabbed the lighter from his hand, lighting the pinched end. "I know that might be weird, but Kaminari and Sero were the easiest to please, and it seemed weed was the right way to do it." I turned my body sideways, folding my legs, so they laid on top of the left thigh. I held my breath for a second, making sure it was fine with him and brought the blunt to my lips when he let his arm fall over the couch on the side of me.
Sucking in the smoke and holding it for a couple seconds, I handed it to him. Puffing out the smoke towards the ceiling and not his face. Instead of responding, he immediately took his hit, coughing a little bit in the process. "It's easy to please dunce face and the other moron. I wouldn't take too much pride in it."
"Hey! I do take pride in it! You guys are a really great group of people, and I was excited to be a part of it and get to know everyone." I took another puff. "It's not my fault that they are simple creatures and are easy to talk too, unlike some people," I spoke with a small smile on my lips, hoping that he didn't take offense and saw that I was just teasing. Flirting even.
He took the blunt from me, taking two puff back to back. "I'm not that fucking hard to talk to, and I'm fucking grateful I'm not fucking simple like those extras." He immediately started to giggle while he pulled in another drag before handing it back to me. I could help but join him. Not only because I could feel that I was a little high already, but also because he wasn't totally wrong. Now that I was loosened up and a little bit inhibited, he was comfortable and even fun to talk to too.
"Okay, okay. Enough about everyone else." I moved my legs from their folded position and straightened them across his lap. I sucked in a breath when he relaxed his other arm over my legs. "I want to get to know you. Let's play twenty questions, whoever has the blunt has to ask the questions and the other answers, good?" I asked breezily.
"Fine, let's do this shitty girl."
Bakugou and I spent the next thirty minutes, passing the blunt back and forth and asking each other different questions. It was almost surreal considering how awkward I was with him not even an hour ago, but now I am so glad I didn't leave out of embarrassment. Turns out he isn't as transparent and angry and harsh as I thought, and it seemed that deep down this boy was soft. And now I am so much more fucking soft for him.
Bakugou took in the last hit before cashing the roach in the tray. Leaning towards me until our faces were close together, he said with a sly smirk "I will say, and remember this because I will never compliment you or that fucker again, but you rolled that blunt way fucking better than Sero, and he rolls a decent blunt."
I moved in closer, so that our noses brushed together, my breath hitched as a giggled out, "Who do you think taught Sero how to roll?"
"You aren't bad, Valentine, not bad at all." He pulled away and settled back into the couch, his hands gripping my calves. "Roll another."
So I did.
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Grounding | Shawn Mendes
Summary: You have anxiety and so does Shawn. The two of you have known each other since you were teenagers and you have been through all the ups and downs of life, supporting each other through everything, from Shawn getting famous to you starting college. Everyone close to you knows you belong together, but you and Shawn know the time hasn’t been right, not until now. [anxiety] [comfort] [fluff] [little angsty] [non-au]
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It's nearing midnight and you realize you haven't slept for over twenty hours now. You're tired. God damn exhausted. Eyes red, skin oily, body ready to just give out. It's been a long time since you've had an anxiety episode like this. Almost a year now but you're the only one counting. You do all the things your old therapist suggested. Everything is great 99% of the time. But that one percent, God damn it's powerful, and when it hits you it's like a train just smashing into you.
There is usually a build up to an episode like this. You'll be unusually tired, slowly lose interest in eating. Everything will stress you out, from your underwear chafing your thigh to your hair not sitting just right. Usually you'll notice these things, become aware that you're not doing so well, and you'll do your best to counter all them. But it doesn't always happen that way. Sometimes life gets in the way and you don't pick up on these behaviors until it's too late and you're calling into work for your third day in a row and laying in bed staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out why you exist.
You try calling your parents, but they don't understand. Well, they do, but to a limited extent. They are always supportive, telling you it'll get better that it's temporary. Thing is, you know that, but your brain convinces you that it's not and that this is the end of the world and everything is pointless or out to get you, and really you feel like you have no choice but to listen to it's ramblings.
Your phone rings and you look over to see Shawn's face lighting up the dark room. If it were anyone else you wouldn't answer, but this is Shawn. Your one person who you trust above all others, the one person who understands. How perfect that he was calling you now. You swear the guy has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to you. He always finds a way to make things better when you're feeling bad, and just in the nick of time.
“Hey,” you answer quietly.
“You're up.”
“Yes? And you called me?”
Shawn chuckles, deep and sleepily. “Yeah, yeah I did. I had a nightmare and it felt so real, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
You're silent for a solid minute, just thinking about how strange it is that he needed to hear your voice when you needed the same thing. This wasn't the first time, he called like this often when he had nightmares or he was having a rough time. Any time of day, anywhere in the world, you don't mind. He always wanted to hear your voice. “What happened?”
“In the dream?”
“Yeah.”
“I came over to your place and I saw you on a fire escape. You were standing on the railing.”
“Stop.” The dream was already getting too heavy. You could put two and two together and see where it was going, why he was upset when he woke up. You couldn't let yourself go down that path. That was the one place you would never, ever, let yourself go no matter how bad things got.
“Can I come over?”
You glance at the alarm clock on your bedside table. Well after midnight now. What did it matter though? You didn't have work tomorrow and your classes were cancelled for the week due to snow and ice. “You know, don't you?”
“I knew when you answered the phone. You want me to bring anything?”
“No. Well. Just an extra hoodie.”
He chuckles. “I can do that. Hometown BBQ or Harvard?”
“Hometown.”
“I'll be there as soon as I can.”
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There is very little in the world that is more comforting than wearing Shawn's hoodie and having him be the little spoon in your bed. He loves it, the way your arms wrap around him and you snuggle your face into the back of his neck, chest pressed against his broad back. He told you once, that he needed you as bad as you needed him, that his anxiety would sneak up on him and shut him down in an instant. You would never have believed him, he was too bouncy and happy, it wasn't until he wrote In My Blood and for the first time you understood he was serious. You remember sitting there reading the lyrics on your phone and sobbing. He was good at hiding his anxiety and his bad moods. Too good, but everyone had a breaking point.
“Hey,” Shawn says softly, hand on yours over his heart. “How're you doing?”
“Calmer. I always feel better when I have you here.”
“Can we do something different?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to have you lay on me.”
“Lay on you? Like on your back?”
Shawn shifts and lays on his back, looking over at you. “No, on my chest. My heart is racing so fast right now I think having you lay on me will help. One of the therapists I talk to says grounding is important and physical contact grounds me pretty well.”
“Oh, okay.” You crawl over him and position yourself so you're laying directly on top, legs framing his hips, chest against his and your head on his collar bones. “Is this good?”
His arms come up around your back, one hand going up the back of the hoodie and rubbing a design into your back. He lets out a deep contented sigh. “This is perfect.”
The two of you lay there in silence, enjoying each other's weight and warmth. Strange how such basic contact can make you feel worlds better, maybe that therapist was right. You will take it for as long as you can, knowing Shawn would have to leave eventually. He was a busy man.
You stare at his throat, eyes locked on his Adam's apple that bobs now and again. He has a light dusting of dark hair on his jaw and chin, you think if he ever grew it out he would look even more like his father. He was handsome enough as it is. No need to increase that factor. Your eyes wander up over his face; over his lips that look soft, nose that has pores that are too full, eyes that are closed with lashes too long for his own good. He is incredible, gorgeous and humble. Anyone would pay to be in your position, and yet, you get this view for nothing.
Shawn's eyes flicker open, finding yours in a half awake gaze. He knows you've been staring, not sleeping or even resting like he has. You don't care if you've been caught, he never seems to mind. “What're you thinking about honey?”
“How your nose needs a pore strip.”
He chuckles, a deep low noise that sends vibrations through your chest. There was nothing in the world you wouldn't give to feel that every day of your life. “Well you need a full face wash, it's like an oil slick.”
“Sounds like we make a good pair.”
“We do.” His arms tighten around you. “I've been meaning to ask you about that.”
“About what?”
“About us. About what we could be.”
You pick at his tee shirt collar. Being with Shawn would be great, in theory. Shawn was amazing, loving, everything you could ever ask for or dream of. But his life, his career, his everything that wasn't him physically and mentally as a person makes you nervous. You know he wouldn't be asking you about this if he wasn't serious, if he didn't honestly want you by his side. He always said he wouldn't put someone through his hectic life without their consent, he always said he would have to know for sure that person was someone extremely special before he asked them. So this...six years of friendship, of anxiety attacks, heartache, laughter, tears and everything in between...this was it.
“You're serious?”
“Dead serious. You know how I feel about my career and personal life intersecting. I've been in love with you since I was fourteen years old. I'm sure I want you to be by my side from here on out.”
You bury your face in his neck and close your eyes. Why did he have to do this now? It's only what you've always wanted, the conversation the two of you have always danced around. “You say it like you want to marry me.”
“Maybe someday that will happen. But right now I'm just asking you to be my girlfriend, to be my best friend and my rock. I'm tired of hiding you and our friendship. I wanna have you all the time and I want everyone to know I'm taken.”
“Yeah, I'll...I'll be yours if you'll be mine.”
“Always have been.” Shawn squeezes you tight and kisses your head.
It's been a long time coming and just like him you've been in love since you were kids. The fact that he felt it was time, in all the mess of his world, meant he was truly ready and he really needed you. He was ready to share you with the world and be openly happy and grounded with someone who loves him completely, and he deserves it.
The end.
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This was a quick piece that I wrote just to help cope with anxiety I’ve been dealing with lately and I also dedicate it to planstonightbaby because she helps me as much as I help her when it gets bad. Thanks bub. ♥
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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Amos!
You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character MAURICE CREEVEY with the faceclaim of Tom Sturridge! We really enjoyed reading through your application! The idea of a Muggleborn character who is actually not all that excited about going to Hogwarts is awesome! He’s resentful that he was taken away without a choice - resentful that he can’t go back and be the same person. We’re so thrilled to have him as an addition to the cast!
Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!
OUT OF CHARACTER:
NAME: Amos
AGE: 22
TIMEZONE: GMT
ACTIVITY LEVEL: You already have a pretty good idea of my activity. There is also plenty of time when I’m around and could be writing but I am either caught up on Fab or don’t have quite the right muse for him, so hopefully this new charrie can fill those gaps!
ANYTHING ELSE: nope
CHARACTER DETAILS:
NAME: Maurice Creevey
AGE: 24
GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Male, He/Him, Homosexual. Gender isn’t something he’s really ever thought about. He’s pretty content in that respect. He is quite unapologetically gay though.
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw
ANY CHANGES: This is where you can request a FC change or a change from something in the skeleton bio.
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
PERSONALITY:
To sum Maurice up very concisely, he’s angry. He hasn’t always been. He was a relatively happy go lucky child, full of endless energy and enthusiasm. Then he was plucked from his life and sent away to a school to learn magic. At first that was pretty cool, after all, every 11 year old wishes they had magical abilities, the difference being they get to grow up and forget those wishes and live normal lives. He has to live with his childish fantasies for the rest of his life. And apart from that, he appears to be in a world where muggleborns are being hunted and killed by an evil wizard and his crazy cult. To make things worse, they can’t escape back to their muggle lives because of all the damn secrecy laws. So yes, he’s angry, and a lot of his actions are fueled by that. Make no mistake though, Maurice is no Gryffindor, he doesn’t use his anger in brash reckless ways, he is more calculated. You may catch it crackling under the surface occasionally, but it would take a lot to make him properly explode. Even slurs like ‘mudblood’ would only make him roll his eyes and perhaps give a snarky retort.
Maurice is a Ravenclaw. He is a big believer that knowledge is power. He did fairly well at his subjects in Hogwarts considering he didn’t try all that hard. He did not choose this path and as a consequence, resented it. He would often get his brother who was a few years older, to send him muggle textbooks when he’d finished with them. He was fascinated by science and maths and history. Of course he had some curiosity for his lessons at Hogwarts, and the things he and his magic was capable of, but the element of choice was important for him. It felt like by attending Hogwarts, a whole area of understanding was suddenly off limits. As anyone knows, forbidden knowledge is the most desirable.
He likes to ask questions about as much as any other Ravenclaw, but he is also a big observer. He likes to take time to gather information before jumping into a lot of things, especially interactions with other people. He by no means stalks people, but a few minutes, to watch, take someone in, before starting a conversation is quite usual for him. It’s all about making informed choices. As a consequence, unexpected interactions can throw him, making him more awkward than he’d like.
He can be arrogant, he has a conviction in his beliefs that can come across as condescension if viewed the wrong way. He can get frustrated when someone is not following his thinking quite as quickly as he’d like, which is why he’d make a terrible teacher. However, this works equally in the opposite direction. His frustration can be palpable when he doesn’t understand something, and these moments are when he is least in control. A lot of his acts of protest come from anger, sure, but also the frustration of not being able to fathom how things got so bad, why they can’t just make them better now, why people can’t see it for themselves. But usually he is quiet. Unless he is invited to speak, or is so damn angry the words won’t stop, he can keep his thoughts to himself until someone is listening and his words can have an impact.
BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:
Until the age of 11 Maurice grew up in a very normal, working class family in the midlands. His mother was a typical housewife, loving but somewhat distracted, staring out of windows whilst doing the washing up, leaving the dinner in slightly too long when listening to the radio. Maurice didn’t mind, he barely noticed, and she was excellent at bedtime stories, so what was there to complain about? His father was a miner, a tough, but humorous man. He worked hard, and he always came home dirty, but played football with them in the garden the weekends.
He has one older brother. Not the brightest bulb, but the kindest person Maurice knows. Maurice always thought him brave, in a quiet way. There is no one Maurice has ever looked up to quite like his big brother, even if they squabbled and scrapped as much as any other loving siblings.
Perhaps this happy set up, along with glowing school reports and a nice bunch of friends, was why he has always resented being ripped from that life and that path.
When he was a child, he dreamed of being an astronaut, an archaeologist, a doctor, a lawyer, and what’s more, none of these were stretches for him, with his brain and desire for learning, he could have done it, he could have gotten out of the rows and rows of back to back terraced houses that he and his family were confined to. He could have taken them with him. But he was torn away and sent to Hogwarts, and his parents only vaguely understood, were proud, but in a distant way. His brother became a milkman, a job he enjoyed, but not one that paid well. He married young, his school sweetheart, and they are expecting their first child. They all seem happy enough, they have the things that matter, enough food to eat, a roof over their head, love, but Maurice can’t help but feel he could have saved them. The terror of living paycheck to paycheck, the mundanity of their terraced hells, or just never being able to treat yourself to that little bit extra. He remembered as a child, when his father would be on strike, the unspoken fear that filled up their home. He had wanted to save them from that.
When he would return home for the summer, he would act like nothing had changed, he wouldn’t speak of Hogwarts, or of his magic. He would pretend like he was no different from them, but something had changed and something had broken, and eventually he realised that something couldn’t be fixed. Getting his Hogwarts letter had been the beginning of the end for Maurice. He hated it when summer would end and he’d have to go back, but he also hated going home in the first place.
OCCUPATION:
Maurice works as a sound engineer at the Wizarding Wireless Network. It was not something he expected of himself, more something he fell into. A job at the Ministry would have gone against all his principals. A deep hatred for ‘the man’ but also the wizarding world in general, he wasn’t about to go work in a place trying to keep it all ticking over, and bore himself to death in the process.
He considered more academic positions, but he’d had a hard enough time concentrating at Hogwarts. Trawling magical forests for new flora and fauna, or raiding tombs and breaking their curses had no appeal to him. Which largely left working class positions or the arts. It was not a tricky decision.
The newspaper was an option, but the fact that the Daily Prophet seemed to have a monopoly on journalism in wizarding Britain didn’t sit well with Maurice. Without another widely available newspaper to oppose their horribly biased reporting, what was the point? He would not be a puppet for their propaganda. For a while, he tried to write his own pieces, publish them independently, but that wasn’t entirely successful. The pieces were convoluted, preachy, and he had no audience, no one to either agree nor criticise him.
Eventually he wound up at the Wizarding Wireless Network. Again, it irked him that there was only one major company broadcasting, but at least they had a bit more variation, and whilst they did broadcast the news, the purpose leaned towards entertainment. It’s not a cause Maurice is particularly passionate for, but it’s not one he opposes.
As a sound engineer, he’s around for recordings and broadcasts, cleans up pre recorded audio, fixes equipment, just whatever needs doing that seems like it fit within his job title. Most of it he learned on the job, but it was fascinating enough to capture his attention, and similar enough to muggle radio not to infuriate him. It also introduced him to the world of pirate radio.
About 2 years after he started at WWN, his friend and mentor quit, and in his last few days, confided in Maurice that he was leaving to start his own show. Technically WWN was the only official broadcaster on wizarding radios, but if you knew how to get a frequency, you could broadcast whatever you liked. He and some friends were setting up a station out of someone’s garage, mostly to play the music the WWN spurned.
The idea lit a flame in Maurice. Of course, the fact that it was ever so slightly against the rules, and possibly the law, made it exciting. But the idea of broadcasting whatever he liked, even if there was no one listening, putting something out there, finite and unique.
So that’s what he does with his evenings at the weekends, he broadcasts late into the night and the early mornings. The Order gives him a focus, not just long rambling opinion pieces that sounds like the inner thoughts of a paranoid conspiracy theorist. He has found a purpose now. His show, it helps spread news, it helps spread information, it helps spread hope. Of course there is the tricky business of making sure the wrong ears don’t hear it, but he’s a smart guy, there’s a way around everything.
ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:
Maurice joined the Order with best friend, Daisy Hookum. He was at the same Squib’s Rights March, right in the middle of the rioting, and landed square in the Order’s gaze because of it.
Maurice has always been an activist, even before graduating Hogwarts, he would hold small demonstrations, conquering whatever stage fright he might have for the greater good. Standing up on tables at breakfast to make impassioned speeches, chaining himself to statues and refusing to go to class, he even came very close to slashing a painting once before the painting’s occupant managed to talk him out of it.
Maurice has taken a lot of inspiration from muggle strikes and demonstration techniques. He remembers picket lines from his childhood, and grew up with the punk movement. He even had a bright red mohawk once before Daisy told him it really didn’t suit him.
These energies are what he hoped to bring to the Order. He recognises that Voldemort and the Death Eaters are the main enemy, but in his eyes, the Ministry are accomplices, and he feels just as violently about them. The Death Eaters may be the ones directly killing people, but the Ministry are letting them do it, even helping them to a certain degree. The fact that so many squeaky clean Ministry employees come to the Order to ‘do their part’ indicates to him, that there are just as many who are going over to Voldemort for the same reason. He wishes more of their actions were against the Ministry directly, but he can also do that in his own time.
Day to day, Maurice is generally a pretty good foot soldier, he isn’t crazy about the actual violence part, but he’ll do it if he has to. He’d like a louder voice at the table, but he knows how these things work, and he knows too many cooks spoil the broth. The fact that they are organised is enough for him. There is a system, and if he ever feels he needs to take something to the top, then he knows how to do that.
He has also brought his pirate radio platform to the Order. It’s a good way to spread news to people such as those being helped by the dissendium task force, and a good way to organise large groups of people. And also quite simply, it can raise spirits. Assuming that people tune in to listen. Maurice doesn’t think it’s quite being used to its full potential, but it’s getting there. The Order function on secrecy, whereas Maurice wants to inform the masses. There is clearly a conflict of interest.
(I see this radio show as being very similar to the Potterwatch of the second wizarding war, and if it isn’t quite at that structure yet, then building it up to that during the game.)
I think although he is happy to fight with the Order, and be on the front line of the fight against You-Know-Who, his main motives are doing something about the International Statute of Secrecy, even if he is a little distracted by other things and other causes, it all really comes back to him having the choice to fight, to flee, to live his life where he pleases, taking the elements of both cultures and combining them. And he wants that choice for others as well. A lot of his anger and frustration is on a very personal selfish level, but he does recognise that he’s fighting this cause for people other than himself.
SURVIVAL:
Being both muggleborn and publicly vocal in his opinions, does put a bit of a target on Maurice’s back. He’s had a few close scrapes in the past, but luckily that’s as much as they were. Making enemies with a lot of purebloods perhaps isn’t the most efficient way to survive this war. He doesn’t move around a lot, thankfully he’s never been traced to his home address and he wants to keep it that way. He rents a little place in Muggle London, clean and comfortable enough, but out of the way and non-descript. He wards it heavily, and takes great lengths to make sure he isn’t followed home.
He isn’t too bad at dueling, but it isn’t his greatest strength. Mostly he relies on quick thinking rather than brute strength. And paranoia. He’s seen what the other side is capable of, and he’s heard enough of Moody’s lecture like speeches to know how to watch his back.
Still, he can lay awake many nights, realising there that if he continues to fight like this, there is a large chance he won’t survive the war. Is it worth it? He usually falls asleep before reaching a conclusive answer. Needless to say, as a 24 year old, he is terrified of dying. He is just also too angry to let that stop him.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Daisy Hookum: Friends since first year, he and Daisy have a special bond. There are very few people who know him as closely as Daisy knows him. Even his family, who he loves dearly, can’t understand him the way Daisy does. They may have been brought together by class timetables and group projects, but what bonded them was their shared views of the world. Particularly as they got older, they could talk for hours and hours about their politics. They didn’t always agree on every point, but respected each other enough to hear the other out. Of course this wasn’t the only thing that kept them friends. They could have fun together, let loose, forget for a little while that things were so bad, forget how angry they were.
They joined the Order together, as they did so much together. But then Daisy left for her year in the muggle world. Since then the relationship has been strained. He understood better than most what she was trying to do, but the reality is still that he felt abandoned, and jealous, that she could go off and live her ‘muggle’ life. It’s become obvious since her return that Maurice’s idea of activism is now split from hers. She wants to take a more passive role, and Maurice couldn’t bear that.
Caradoc Dearborn: Caradoc is someone Maurice begrudgingly looks up to. On the one hand he is everything he despises, wealthy and pure blooded. But the way he conducts himself is something that Maurice admires. He can’t help but want to be in Caradoc’s good books. If he had an issue within the Order, he would most likely take it to Caradoc.
Mary MacDonald: Mary is a more recent friend. They were a few years apart at Hogwarts and so only got to know each other after they both joined the Order. A lot of Mary’s politics match up with Maurice’s, and apart from that they are very compatible on a personal level. She is one of the lucky few Maurice has let in. Of course it helps that she is muggle-born as well, he feels that with so few of them inside the Order, they really have to stick together.
He has never been the most social of people. It is not that he doesn’t enjoy company, more that he doesn’t settle. If he is going to spend time with someone, properly invest in them, he wants to be sure they are the right person. He does not do this consciously you understand, but he is constantly assessing and reassessing the people in his life. First impressions, as he’s found, are often misleading, but that doesn’t mean doesn’t heed them. He’s more inclined to search out the red flags than give someone the benefit of the doubt. The people who slip through the cracks however, get the best of him. The warmth, the wit, everything he’s been desperately been bottling up waiting for the right vessel to pour it into.
Generally, Maurice is going to feel some animosity for the richer, pure blooded members of the order, but he’ll tolerate them. He’s also going to be fairly uninterested in those who aren’t as active in the cause, or any cause for that matter. So maybe he’s made a few enemies within the Order, or at least brushed some people the wrong way. Or perhaps he’s been pleasantly surprised by others.
OOC EXPLORATION:
SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: No ships or antiships, I’m really open to anything. I do see Maurice as gay, so I think relationships with women would be unlikely, but I’m a sucker for some unrequited love plots, or maybe some confused one night stands. Basically anything is on the table.
WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?
Well Maurice is a white male, so let’s start with that. I don’t think feminism is high up on his rank of causes, or racism, simply because I don’t think it’s played a huge role within his personal life experience. He probably doesn’t even realise a lot of the privileges he has as a white man.
He’s also gay, and whilst he is quite unapologetic about that, his sexuality seemed to be more of an issue in his muggle life than in the wizarding world, so it isn’t something he feels the need to fight about all the time. Again there are more important causes right now.
As a person who grew up in a working class family, he generally just resents the wealthy, and he won’t give them much chance to prove themselves to him either. This definitely stems from growing up poor, but perhaps if he’d been able to make his own fortune and save his family from their poverty, then he wouldn’t feel as strongly. In that sense it’s quite hypocritical. Now it’s also tied to the fact that the wealthy are the ones in control, both in the Death Eaters and their reign of terror, and at the Ministry, making and enforcing the laws that keep them all trapped and helpless. It hasn’t missed his attention that most of the wealthier wizards are pureblooded, so he’ll often lump them in with his disdain.
This works the other way as well. He’s willing to overlook a lot of shit that his working class/muggle born acquaintances get up to, forgive a lot of their sins. I don’t think he realises he does this, but it certainly happens.
He doesn’t necessarily hate the people who work for the Ministry, even if he has a dislike for the establishment and the way it’s run. He understands everyone has to work, and most don’t get the privilege of doing something they like or agree with entirely. There is a bit of time though where he’ll figure out their motives before he really trusts or likes them.
Law enforcement isn’t particularly in his good books either, but that is perhaps more linked to his view of how muggle police act towards protests and demonstrations.
When it comes to the issues of half-breeds, he’ll go along to the marches, he’ll sign the petitions, he’s probably up to date on all the latest views and opinions, but again, it’s not at the top of his priorities.
WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? You already know I love this roleplay. I’m looking forward to being more active hopefully, interacting with a wider range of characters, playing someone who is quite different to Fab as well and stretching those writing muscles.
PLOT DROP IDEAS:
I would love to see his pirate radio show have an effect somehow, either positive or negative (but maybe more positive at least at first, I’ve already done a lot of disappointing the Order with Fab).
I would love to see how his bloodstatus affects him. If he is genuinely more in danger for being a loud annoying muggleborn, it might be nice to work that into the larger plot somehow.
ANYTHING ELSE? I haven’t put whether he’s low level or mid level in the Order, I’m happy for either, wherever you think he’d fit best.
EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:
PAST:
Maurice Creevey grew up in the midlands, part of a typical working class family. His mother was a housewife, and his father a Miner. The strikes and picket lines his father was a part of were some of his first experiences with activism, and the spark didn’t stop there. Maurice was rudely torn from his happy muggle life by the revelation he was a Wizard and the letter ‘inviting’ him to study at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. With no choice but to follow this path, Maurice has resented it ever since. He didn’t waste his time there by any means though. This was when he got his first taste for activism, protesting in the great hall and demonstrating in classes. These habits followed him faithfully into adulthood, developing until he found real urgent causes. At the top of his list, was tearing down the Statue of Secrecy that traps all muggle-borns in the wizarding world whilst an evil wizard and his cronies are attempting to pick them off one by one, and also prevents the muggles from fighting back on their own terms.
PRESENT:
It’s his activism that brought him to the attention of the Order. He is a good soldier for the Order, willing to do what has to be done and follow orders dutifully. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his own intentions. Maurice works for the Wizarding Wireless Network, and a few nights a week he hosts his own pirate radio station. Sometimes his broadcasts can get hundreds or thousands of listeners, all scared but hopeful, wanting to hear what no-one else is telling them, the news the papers won’t print, the the stories the WWN won’t air. The Order value their secrecy, but Maurice knows information is power, and knowledge gives you a choice. He knows he can use his show to the Order’s advantage if only it’s given a chance.
FC CHOICES: top choice is Tom Sturridge, I’m not very good at fcs so if you don’t think he fits I’m happy to go with recommendations!
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name please ? | han jisung
words ; 3,441
genre ; fluff, a bit of crack
requested ; yes, who prompt 1;iv ( @skzrequests )
warnings ; barista!reader, guitarist!jisung, like two curse words
a/n ; ok so i bent the prompt juST a lil bit but it has the same general idea and i think it turned out ok so i hope you enjoy it lovely !
m.list in bio
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“you know y/n, one day you’re gonna have to learn how to make latte art properly,, (￣ ￣|||)” woojin complains before once again guiding your hand over the small mug which at this point is just a huge mess
“and on your own”
(￣ε￣＠) (￣ε￣＠) meanie
“you’ve been what ? working here for half a year and you still dont know how-” woojin tried to continue, but unfortunately for him, his attempt to teach you how to correctly use steamed milk has come to a crashing halt as a loud bang followed by groans was heard by the front door
you turned on your heel and headed towards the front of the counter,, trying to figure out what exactly caused the ruckus in the usually peaceful coffee shop
excluding your’s and woojin’s bickering in the back
“uhhhh excuse me ???” you ask,, carefully peering over to the giant mess that was now on the floor
“you ok sir ?” (・人・)
sprawl across the floor, carrying a guitar case, it seemed as if the stranger misinterpreted both the speed he was entering the door at and the size of the case,, cause it seemed he got caught at the door ahfjksadhfkjsa poor kid (｡╯︵╰｡)
he came dressed in some simple ripped light jeans, white t-shirt, and light jacket, plus his fluffy brown hair messily laying atop his head as if he just got out of bed
i mean who knows maybe he did
yes he did
“aH ! im um,, so sorry im late....”
after finally collecting himself the stranger stood up and picked up his guitar case,, pink tinting his face from embarrassment and like...you know... he kinda cute (*/ω＼)
no tea no shade
especially when he started messing with his already messy hair yeah there was no use trying to fix that mess but uWU LOOK AT HIS CHEEKS AND SPARKLY BROWN EYES AHHH !!!! (/▽＼*)｡o○♡
woah woah there cool in y/n he just walked in
it’s not your fault he just happens to be absolutely adorable
but maybe it would be best to stop staring at him,,,,
when the boy started walking towards the counter you found yourself quickly shuffling behind woojin, who was now confused, as you pushed him up front to handle with the newcomer,,
CAUsE SORRY BUT THERE WAS NO WAY YOU WERE GOING TO BE GETTING THROUGH A FULL CONVERSATION WITHOUT MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF SO WHY DONT WE STOP THAT POSSIBILITY NOW
“hi so i was hired a couple days ago to play a few nights a week ?? this is the right place yeah ? im sure i got the address right....if n-”
woojin interrupted his ramblings before he could continue any further,, bless him
“ oh !! so thats who the boss was talking about !! yeah let me just head back to make eveything’s in order, um y/n can you get him a drink or something ?”
walking away from you he left you completely exposed,, giving the other boy across from you an awkward laugh you grabbed woojin’s shirt quickly to stop him from leaving
“woojin you didnt tell me we were getting a new guitarist !!” you whispered harshly
“ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ”
“well sorry i didnt think it was important ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”
“does our friendship mean nothing to you”
woojin laughs quietly as he walks through the the door leaving you alone with the cafe’s new guitarist who just so happens to be looking like a whole ass model
“so um,, ” you started nervously,, mAN who thought this one person you make you so fLUSTERED JHASKKSAFKL
“want anything to drink ?”
after staring at menu up on the wall for a couple seconds the guitarist gave you a small smile JHFJKAGJISFIJEHUIGH before nodding his head
“sure can i have an iced latte ?”
out of habit you immediately asked “name please ?”
“oh you know... just your friendly neighborhood squirrel”
(・・ ) ? (・・ ) ? (・・ ) ?
you eyed the boy who was now leaning up against the counter smiling to himself
“i- oh come on wh-”
“thats the name,, you better write it down”
sighing to yourself you carefully wrote it down,, not necessarily sure if you even need to but who cares
as the musician pulled out his wallet to pay you put up your hand to stop him
cause no way you were letting this cute boy pay for his drink
plus he’s an employee as well
“it’s on the house”
“no please let me pay for it ( `ε´ )”
“nope”
so without anyone else there to help, you stepped away from the register and started prepare this strange guitarist’s drink
quietly laughing to yourself as you do so
moments later woojin walks back through the door and out from behind the counter and motions for mystery boy to follow him towards the small stage the cafe had
it was small and shoved into a corner, all wooden as most of the cafe was and it was covered with many different plants and decorated with fairy lights
vv aesthetic if you do say so yourself
then in the center of it was a stool and microphone for performer to set up with and use when they were performing
a couple months ago you had a band play here on friday’s so you had some other equipment in the back but it seemed unnecessary for a simple acoustic guitar
you watched as the boy looked at the fairy lights and the actually quiet beautiful set up in awe
the musician started to unpack his guitar case as you finished off his drink and started walking towards the stage where woojin was showing him where everything was
“you know now that i really think about it ‘squirrel’ kinda suits you”
the sparkly eyed boy laughed as you handed him his drink,, unknowing of what you should say you ended up standing there awkwardly for a few seconds before realizing there was another customer back at the register
“ah- i should,, probably go” you said jabbing your thumb towards the counter before awkwardly heading back
what was tHAT AHHH !! STOP BEING SO WEIRD Y/N OK
ITS REALLY NOT YOUR FAULT HIS HAIR JUST LOOKS PERFECT AND HIS EYES ARE BRIGHT AND HIS SMILES CUTE AND OK TIME TO STOP NOPE NOPE NOPE
you dont even know his name....(｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡)
lil thot wont give it to you
but thats ok
if he wants to play it like this then thats fINE
you can deal with that
hopefully....
by the time you had finished helping out the other customer you started to hear the sweet sound of an acoustic guitar being played throughout the coffee shop
“you know he’s not half bad,,,”
woojin had returned from helping the musician get settled and soon found his regular spot on a stool in the corner
“yeah,, he’s pretty good isn’t he”
and then a few minutes later you found yourself completely absorbed in the brunette’s angelic voice filling the shop, his guitar only making it even more beautiful
your staring was soon interrupted by woojin pushing you off to the side so he could help a lady who had walked in about a minute ago,, which you hadn’t realized (＞﹏＜) oops
“y/n would you like to go take your break ?”
(´♡‿♡`) (´♡‿♡`) (´♡‿♡`)
!!!!!
“ can i ???”
woojin motioned you to go once again,, and as you were already so distracted it wouldn’t have made much of a difference
you found yourself sitting at an empty table in the corner,, you’ve heard some other guitarists perform many times in your life but this one takes the cake
you’re not too sure what it is about him but,,, he just looked and sounded so sincere with every word he sang ??? the guitar and him looked like they were a single creature,, knowing exactly how to work as one
it was just really beautiful
he was playing a cover of a song you’ve heard a few times before called ‘better days’ by jaie,, he also seemed to have ended up adding some extra elements to fit his voice better and overall it made an incredible impact
almost everyone else in the cafe had their eyes on the musician singing up front who looked so immersed in his music there would’ve been no time for stage fright
“i’ve had my better days, and you’ve had your better days too” he sang quietly
soon after the song had ended there was a light applause from the customers in the coffee shop,, including you who soon.... realized that you need a paycheck....
yeah ok the cute boy is gonna have to wait we gotta get that bread kids
(╥_╥) (╥_╥)
after making the short walk back to your position behind the counter where woojin found his spot once again on his stool until he had to go make up some drinks you started to hear an acoustic version of million dollar man by lana del rey flow through the cafe
it was simple and elegant and you felt kinda sad you couldnt sit and watch :(((((
there was only a couple hours left before you had to close up so you guess it wasnt that bad,, at least you got to listen to some pretty music during the normally slow and quiet closing shift
honestly at this rate you might fall asleep if the guitarist kept the atmosphere this peaceful,, i mean you weren’t complaining bUT THAT PROBABLY WOULDN’T LOOK GOOD TO THE BOSS
so instead you ended up reading for the most of the time until all the customers had all left and woojin had begun wiping down tables and sweeping floors as mystery boy packed up his guitar and papers
then after you finished cleaning up the counter and throwing all the trash out back you collected your own belongings and changed back into your own plain jeans and sweatshirt before clocking out for the day
as you headed back towards the front you saw woojin talking to the unnamed guitarist and waved at the pair before finally walking out the door and into the early spring air
“bye jinnie !! i’ll see you tomorrow !”
nodding his head woojin continued to chat with the brunette as you started heading down the block and towards your apartment
man,,, why did he have to be so cute ??! >:((((
its not fAIR HE DIDNT EVEN TELL YOU HIS NAME HES MEANNN
(ノ_<、) you’ll have to get it from him tomorrow
aAAH even if it’s the last thing you have to do
ok so maybe you went to sleep thinking about the sparkly eyed boy who played beautiful guitar and had an aMAZING voice but like ajdhjsahd who wouldn’t
the next day was mainly the same,,, you had your regulars and a few newcomers who just so happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped in for a drink
and of course the guitarist walked back into the shop a little after 4,, this time slightly more put together
his hair was styled a bit and looked even better but how the fuck is that possible,, today he was also wearing a leather jacket over a yellow hoodie and black jeans
although you hadn’t realized he’d come in yet ahjksfhasdjk
but when you finally looked up you were pleasantly surprised
but jeSUS HI YOU’VE SEEN WHAT AN ANGEL LOOKS LIKE BYE YOU CAN GO TO HELL NOW YEET
“what are you a ninja ? ”
“yes y/n,, i am in fact a ninja ”
“hEY WHY DO YOU KNOW MY NAME >:CCCCCC”
its nOT FAIR hE JUST- HNGGG
“it’s on your name tag”
“oh yeah”
you slightly pouted at the boy in front of you who had become slightly amused by your reaction,, you were cute uwu
“and what would you like today ?” you proceeded as you tried to keep the conversation going
“hmm how about a cappuccino”
he responded after a couple of seconds
“nO i cANT DO THE FANCY ART THINGYYY (╥﹏╥)”
you sighed once again before talking out a paper cup sharpie in hand
“and name ?”
"you said it yourself,,, im a ninja”
you laughed again before rolling your eyes as you scribbled down ‘ninja’ on the cup
“you’re funny you know that ?”
the male shrugged his shoulders and picked up his guitar case once again
“actually no beCAUSE MY JOKES ARE NEVER APPRECIATED”
he then laughs hysterically before heading back towards the lit stage,, leaving you puzzled
“heY uM woojin ????” you needed to find that man to help do the steamed milk,,, or maybe the whole drink all together
luckily he just came back from his break when you shoved the paper cup into his hands
“ninja ?”
“dont ask. pretty art. make. plEASE ? (ಥ﹏ಥ)” you had started tugging on your friends sleeve because you just really didnt want to give a cute boy a cappuccino without pretty art on it :(((
“fine fine fine,, but this is the LAST time,,, im teaching you this weekend i swear...”
“woojin i loveeeee youuuu” (´ ε ` )♡
“(￢_￢) i know”
minutes later after the musician had gotten set up and with his pretty decorated cappuccino the sweet sound of his voice and guitar filled the air,, having all other customers in the room turn their heads to find exactly where it was coming from
especially as he started doing a cover of instagram by dean,, which was yA KNOW AMAZING
he continued to play for a couple hours until you had to close up,, although every so often he ended up glancing your way,, to find that you were also watching he quickly turned away as he felt his face heat up (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
lucky you,, he didnt see you freak out at the exact same time
and thats basically how it went every day for a while
the still unnamed guitarist would walk in some time after 4, ordered a drink and then played for a couple hours before it was time to close up
nothing out of the ordinary
i mean maybe nOT GIVING HIS NAME
CAUSE GODDAMNIT YOU’RE GETTING ANNOYED BY ALWAYS WRITING SOME RANDOM NAME ON HIS CUP
HE CUTE OK YOU WANNA KNOW HIS NAME AHHHH
oh why dont you ask, you question ????
YOU’VE TRIED
“ok real name this time”
“y/n i’ve already told you”
ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ NO
“well tell me again”
“yeah i decided that it changed today”
sighing you completely gave up on this argument and motioned back to the sharpie in your hand
“kermit the frog.” he said before crossing his arms in a fake pout
“fuck you i love kermit the frog”
“oh i didn’t know you loved me”
((╬◣﹏◢)) aAHHHH NDHFJKJK WHY CANT HE JUST LEAVE YOUR HEART ALONE ALREADY HUH
“nO I- HNGG T^T ....φ(・∀・*)”
you once again angrily scribbled down this boys fake name,, damn you just wanted to knoW AHHH !!! (╥﹏╥)
those were days where five minute arguments were involved with the name picking yet there were others that lasted only 30 seconds
“ __〆(￣ー￣ ) and name please ?”
“ironman”
“yeah no im just leaving this here today”
so after a couple weeks it was just a thing between the two of you
it was your bit per-say
ok maybe you have a tiny crush on the guy but like ???? who wouldn’t ???? he’s just AHhfhasjkf
words cant properly explain it
the two of you clicked almost immediately and you dont feel as if it would be completely wrong to call him a friend
except most friends know each other’s name...so there’s that bit to work out
iF HE WOULD JUST GIVE IT TO YOU
so after a month of random names on paper cups you had a mission today to get this cute boy’s name on his drink today >:(
“ok please please please please please please your name????”
he gave you another one of his bright smiles before simply saying “han”
(￣_￣)・・・ “han what?”
“just han”
(¯ . ¯٥) the lil liar
you know it’s a last name you’re nOT STUPID
“it’s my stage name”
“＼＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／／ WELL THAT DOESN’T COUNT”
“TOO BAD Y/N”
you pouted once again at your failed attempt to get his real name,,, the meanie,,, why does he tease you like this >:ccc
but you gotta get paid so you grumpily write down his stage name on the cup as he walked over to the stage
“get his name yet ?” woojin comes up from behind you as you hand him the cup
“no :((( bUT why cant you tell me ????”
“i’ve been sworn to secrecy”
“wHY IS KEEPING A NAME A SECRET” you argue as you watch woojin prepare the drink
“because he finds you cute when you get flustered like this”
“bECAUSE IT’S JUST A NAME LIKE- wait what (・・ ) ”
“oops that was another secret soRRy”
you turned back around and grabbed your friends shoulders and shook him probably a bit too violently
“WOOJIN YOU DONT KEEP THINGS LIKE THIS FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND OK WE HAVE A PACT”
“what pact ?????”
“it was an unspoken pact.”
“thEN HOW AM I- you know what never mind i shouldn’t question your insanity” he waved you off so he could finish making ‘han’s drink leaving you both flustered and confused behind the counter as his guitar soon started filling the empty sounding coffee shop
about two hours later there only remained a few other people left so you decided to take your break for the evening as by now there probably wouldnt be much to do
soon a new song had started playing throughout the cafe and your head turned to see the guitarist giving you a shy smile
it was one you had never heard before so the gentle acoustic guitar and han’s comforting voice drew you back towards one of the shop’s tables where you then sat until all other customers ended up leaving
as the two of you were completely unaware of woojin cleaning up the shop, han continued playing and you continued listening to the mystery song before woojin shouted from the back room, forcing you to break eye contact and awkwardly smile at the guitarist
“y/n im clocking you out ok ?!”
“ ok !!” you shouted back before once again turning towards han who was now packing up his case
“what was that last song?”
he muscician scratched the back of his neck before laughing sightly
“uhh it was an original although i haven’t actually titled it yet,, i just wanted to test it out”
“oh wow !! well it was really good, you have my approval ☆⌒(≧▽° )”
“woah really ? thank you that mean a lot...”
(・人・) (・人・) (・人・)
ok woojin it would be great if you could just walk in here and break the awkward silence by now hnNG
“jisung”
∑(O_O;)
“sorry what ??”
“han jisung,,, thats my name”
(O.O)(O.O)
“i think you deserve it by now”
Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°)
“aWE A CUTE NAME FOR A CUTE BOY LOOK-”
oh shit (o_O)
well you certainly did not mean to say that out loud
“oops sorry heheheheh”
jisung was GONE
this barista who he had been secretly pining over for a month just called him cute all his insides are just HJSADHKJAKDSA
help the poor boy
his stomach is doing flips as we speak
i mean he couldn’t just leave it as is
cOME ON WHERE’S YOUR CONFIDENCE ヾ(。＞＜)シ
“so um,, does that mean i can take you out to coffee sometime ?”
(;;;*_*) (;;;*_*)
“although unless you dont want to-”
“yes.”
“i get that like you kinda just learned my name”
“yes.”
“not too sure why that was kept a secret so long but- what?”
“jisung 1. ahhh cute name, 2. yes, i’d love to (／。＼)”
jisung gave you another one of his adorable bright smiles that felt as if it could light up a whole room,, which is did as always,, although this time he looked almost even happier
and for once you went to sleep without racking your brain for ideas as to what his name could be
-
bonus ;
“although if you give them something other than your name i will leave”
“y/n”
“like did me saying ‘name please ?’ cause you to freak out or something ?? honestly i’m very curious”
“wELL when it just so happens to be someone looking very cute...yes i did,,,,”
“aWWEEE JISUNG”
#im baCKK#ok#yay#stray kids#skz#han jisung#jisung#han#stray kids jisung#kpop#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#kpop imagines#stray kids fluff#han jisung imagines#jisung imagines#skzinc#bang chan#kim woojin#lee minho#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#lee felix#kim seungmin#yang jeongin
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Injuries and Mean Girls (Headcanon Request)
Request: Hi sweetheart, I would like to make a request where the reader is a dancer and she injured her knee really bad (she needs a surgery an all this stuff) and everyone in her class is so rude and make her believe she’s not going to dance ever again, but Tom comforts her and makes her sure she’s the best dancer in the whole world, thank you.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Afro-Latina Dancer!Reader
Warnings: Some swearing, injury, surgery, one mention of throwing up, depricating comments from other people
A/N: A Tom Holland request for @birdonparadise that honestly brought up memories for me, hence the reason why it's so long. In 2015 I tore my ACL and the rehab process was gruling but I eventually got back to my sport better than ever. So I hope that using my experiences helped with making this Headcanon what you hoped for. Hope you enjoy!💖💛💖💛
Remember requests are open! It can be a specific prompt or from the Drabble Request list linked in the bio! Just ask to be on a tags list (or all tags lists)!
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Masterlist
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You have been a dancer for literally your entire life
Like in the womb? When there was music playing you were moving
When you grew up and started dancing with greater intent of doing it as a career, you would stop at nothing to make those dreams a reality
So when you were presented the opportunity to dance over in London you jumped on it
And when you first got there everyone seemed very sweet
You quickly learned that it was because they all thought you would barely last a month there
But literally in a week you showed them that you could dance circles around them, no matter the genre
And you had more rhythm in your pinky toe than they did in their whole body
And during this first couple of months in London you met Tom, who would help during the practices sometimes
And you two hit it off instantly
During a private ballet lesson he finally asked you on a date
"You're an absolutely gorgeous woman and dancer and I was a hoping- er, wondering if you would want to go on a date? With me?"
"Cause I like hair, you know... The curls."
"And how every single color looks great on you."
"Also, I don't find it very fair that they don't accommodate for your skin tone when they order the nude colored items…"
Let's just say he rambled a bit before he let you answer
But now you guys are going 6 months strong
And you were almost at 10 months with the dance company when disaster strikes
During a practice where you guys were learning a new hip-hop group dance with many new and extremely intricate moves, you land wrong on your left leg and feel a pop in your knee
You instantly bring it to your chest and bawl your eyes out.
Your teacher has a couple of the assistants in the room carry you out to their car and take you to the hospital
Tom was right behind you, just as worried, but still worked hard to keep you calm once you got to the hospital
After an x-ray and an MRI, you find out that you have a torn ACL and meniscus and will need surgery
So you schedule it for the next week so you can get everything ready at home
In no time at all, the day of your surgery came and you were not ready mentally at all
Knowing that you'll have to use crutches for two weeks
And how you'll have to go through 4 and a half months of rehab to just barely get back to practicing again
But Tom decided to take a week off to help you that first week, making the situation a little less daunting
You went into surgery and after what felt like a 30 minute nap, but what was really a 4 hour surgery, you were out with a fixed knee
That was in pretty horrible pain
After giving you instructions on how to ice your knee, the medication to take, when you were able to walk on it again, and when your physical training was going to start, Tom was able to take you home
Let me tell ya that first day home was a fricken nightmare
The pain was almost unbearable
You threw up the food you had when you got home due to the side effects of the general anesthesia
Sleeping was even uncomfortable
After the first week you went to the studio with Tom just to show your face and the entire time you were there it was negative whispers everywhere
"I can't believe she came…"
"Ugh, look at those scars on her knee. Those are never going to go away."
"If I were her I wouldn't even try."
"Even if she did come back, she definitely wouldn't dance the same. She honestly shouldn't even try."
Gosh it was horrible and you weren't the same for the rest of the day
And you had Tom worried the entire time
"Love, are you alright?"
"Do you need more ice?"
"I promise it will get better."
And it does… eventually
Sure, PT was absolute hell, but Tom and your trainer we're supportive the entire time
Once you were able to get back into the studio you hit the ground running
Practicing as much as your body would allow
And soon you were back to practicing with the company about 6 months after your surgery
But quickly everything they said about you when you first came back to visit came flooding back to you, and, my, did it affect you
To the point where your teacher thought it would be best if you "sat out" of the performance that was coming up
That ruined you
But Tom wasn't having that
"We are going to show them what they will be missing if they sit you out"
You and him stay after for a private practice where he helps you practice the dance (which was a fast and difficult jazz routine)
But you get frustrated extremely quick
So he slows it down and turns on 1+1 by Beyonce (one of your favorite songs) then holds out his hand for you to grab and begins to simply slow dance with you
As you guys move around the room he talks to you
"What's going on, love? You're never this in your head when you dance."
"What if I'm not going to be as great as I was before?"
"Why would you say that?"
"That's what they were whispering when I first came back the week after my surgery. I know it wouldn't usually bother me but… being injured just makes it seem like a possibility."
He spins you then stops his movements for a moment
"Listen, you are an amazing dancer no matter what. They are lucky bastards to have you on their team and jealous pricks for not realizing that."
You guys continue to move around the room, the tightly coiled strands of hair that didn't make it into your bun bouncing with every movement
"Well, how do you suggest I get this dance down by next week?"
"You'll practice, during class and with me. And if I know you well enough as a person and my girlfriend, you'll probably practice at home too."
He smiles at you a smile that practically melts you, then turns you one last time and dips you, giving you a kiss when he pulls you back up.
"Let's get to work."
You knew you should have never doubted Tom because, like he said, after practicing non-stop (which included probably a bottle of ibuprofen, half the ice in the antarctic, and a couple of good crying sessions) you went to your instructor and did the whole routine flawlessly, earning your spot back in the routine
Making those pale-ass, blondy London bitches jealous of you once more
And making Tom the proudest boyfriend in the world
#black reader#spiderman#tom holland#tom holland headcanon#tom holland x reader#tom holland x black!reader#dancer!reader#peter parker hc#peter parker headcanon#afro-latina!reader
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Do I Wanna Know?
Chapter 2: Too much to ask
Featuring: Matt Murdock x Plus size Reader
Summary: you’re still trying to hide the fact you’re a stripper. Matt walks you home at night and you have a heart about things in your life that has happened.
Warnings: mentions of stripping, nudity, and lots of emotions and crying.
AN: I finally found inspiration on this story again. I can’t thank @gollyderek & @nerdypinupcrystal for helping me work on this story and listening to me ramble on about.
Links are broken you can find the series masterlist in my masterlist linked in my bio.
It had been two months since Matt and Foggy has saved you from Francis, and in that time you never walked home alone again.
You were working another late night. You stood on stage slowly stripping away your clothing as you hungry eyes stayed locked on your overly curvy body. Closing your eyes as you leaned against the pull moving your hips to the beat of the music. The music continued to play as you slipped off your barely there panties. As the final beat play you took a deep breath and looked into the crowd filled with middle age men, and then quickly walked off stage you pulled on a robe. Sitting down at your station in front of the mirror you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Pulling off your long chestnut wig you looked in the mirror wishing that things didn’t have to be this way. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever believe that your life would lead to you having to take off your clothes to get by. Reaching onto the counter in front of you, you grabbed the packet of makeup removing wipes. Swiping away the remains of your show make up. You pulled you hair into a ponytail before removing your robe to put on a sports bra and panties. You pulled on a pair of jeans and sweater, before sliding into a pair of slip on vans. Looking in the mirror you were happy to see all the remnants reminding you of your night were gone.
After late night shift at the club either Foggy or Matt would meet you at the diner a few blocks from the club. Foggy had ask you a couple time where you worked and you asked him to stop asking you and he agreed. Matt on the other hand was more preceptive to your lies.
Walking out of the club you walked the few blocks down the street to find Matt waiting for you. You couldn’t help but smile at the site of him. You liked spending time with Foggy, he was a sweet guy who always made you laugh, but there was just something about Matt that was special.
“Good evening Mr. Murdock.”
“How was work?” He asked as you linked your arm with his.
“Same old same.”
You walk about three blocks in comfortable silence before Matt broke the silence.
He cleared his throat before saying, “why do you stay at your job if you hate it?”
That was a loaded question and it didn’t have a simple answer.
“I don’t have a choice,” you whispered.
“Everyone has a choice.”
You wished it was that easy. Life wasn’t easy for you, and you had to do what you had to do to make money to help with your mom.
“You can walk away from it,” his words were soft and genuine.
“I can’t,” your eyes brimmed with tears. Even though you would never admit to him what you did for a living, Matt Murdock was a smart man and you knew he was aware of what your job was.
“I can help you walk away from it,” he stopped walking and blankly looked in your general direction.
“You have saved me enough,” you said before you started moving. This was all too much for you. You couldn’t handle having this conversation.
He must of noticed by your tone that you didn’t want to talk about it because he dropped it. You walked in comfortable silence down they street together. As you arrived at your apartment build Matt stopped at the steps and he slowly reached down and took your hand. It was as if he was trying to keep you from running away from him. You stared at him wondering what he was thinking. Matt was the type of person who could you read like an open book, but with him he was hard to read at all. The smirk on his face made you want to smile.
“You don’t have to hide things from me,” he said softly.
“Matt I don’t want to keep things from you, but I cant help it.”
“I can help you, if it’s legal problems Foggy and I obviously wouldn’t charge you to help you.”
Matt Murdock is a good man, and you didn’t feel as if you deserve someone to look after you like Matt did. You kept telling yourself as soon as your mom got better you would stop stripping, but until then you needed to save as much money as you could.
“I’m fine Matt.” You lied you were far from fine.
“I don’t believe you.”
You couldn’t lie to him, you knew he could tell right away you were lying.
“I need you to just believe me for now,” you reached up and rested your hand on his scruff covered cheek.
“Okay, but just know that what ever it is I can help you get away.”
Silently you stood in front of you apartment on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen together. You knew Matt well enough to know that he wasn’t enjoying the silence that was between you.
“Matt we don’t have to stand here in complete silence,” you looked over at him to see a small smile had crept across his face.
“(Y/N) what did you want to do before you got stuck in this job?” He asked.
You thought back to what your life was before you started stripping and before your mom had gotten sick. Everything used to be so much more simpler. You were a girl from Hell’s Kitchen raised by a single mother. You had these big dreams of one day becoming a doctor and saving people. You grew up living paycheck to paycheck with a mother who worked her ass off to make sure you had a good life. You grew up busting your ass in school trying your hardest to live your dream of going to medical school.
“I was going to school to be a doctor.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to be a doctor,” he said.
“I went to medical school for a year before my mother got sick and all my money that I had been saving for school had to go to helping take care of my mother.”
You had originally started stripping telling yourself that you were only going to do it for a year to help make enough money for medical school. You didn’t want to start stripping at all but you were desperate for money. Once your mother got sick you knew you couldn’t stop stripping, you need get all the money you could possibly get for her.
“You’re a really good person,” he said reaching over and resting his hand on your shoulder.
Not many people you in your life knew about your dreams to be a doctor. Most of your college friends weren’t in your life anymore. It wasn’t exactly like you had time to go out and hang with your friends. Most your time was either spent at work or with your mom.
“Everything I do for my mother.”
“You’re a very loyal person.”
“I try to be,” you took a deep breath and looked away from Matt. You suddenly felt as if you wanted to cry, and you didn’t want to cry talking about your failed dreams. It had been years since you dropped out of medical school and you didn’t want to cry over something that you had long moved on from.
“What made you want to be a doctor?” He asked still holding on to your hand as if he was trying to make sure you didn’t run away from him.
“I always liked the idea of taking care of people who were sick,” you smiled thinking back to telling your mother when you were a child that you wanted to be a doctor. “Also blood never freaked me out. I got stitches when I was ten because I fell off a fence, and I thought it was amazing that i had stitches in my knee.”
You looked up at Matt who was staring blankly at you.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
He nodded, “of course.”
“Have you always been blind?” You knew that I was probably a rude question, but you were curious to know.
“No I lost my sight in an accident as a kid.”
“That must have been rough,” you couldn’t help but suddenly feel sorry for him.
“Yeah it was at first, but I’m fine now. (Y/N) I just asked you a lot of question that were personal, you can ask me anything,” he said with a soft chuckle.
“Is there anything you miss being able to see?” You asked.
He looked up at sky and then looked down at you and smiled, “I miss being able to see the sky at sunset. I still remember this one sunset a few weeks before the accident. The sky was a beautiful mix of pink and orange as the sun sat over the city. When I think of the sun setting that’s how I always remember it.”
You weren’t even sure what you should say you just stared at him silently for a long moment. You looked down at your hand to see that he was still holding on to you.
“Sometimes you don’t get exactly what you expect in life, but I couldn’t let losing my sight ruin what I wanted to do with my life.”
You couldn’t help as your eyes started to brim with tears. Matt lost his eyesight and he didn’t let that stop him. Sometimes roadblocks happen but you just have to move on. Moving on for you meant having to drop out of medical school, but your mother was the most important thing in your life so it didn’t matter.
“You’re a very strong person,” you pulled away from Matt, but he didn’t move.
He blankly stared off into your direction, “(Y/N) you’re just as strong. You’re doing what you have to, to take care of your mother.”
Reaching up you pushed away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks, “it’s getting late. I should probably get to bed.” You didn’t think you could take anymore of this emotional conversation between the two of you.
Gently he squeezed your hand and slowly reached up with his other hand to brush his thumb across your tear stained cheek. You had hoped that he wouldn’t notice that you were crying, but you obviously hadn’t done a great job at hiding your tears.
“I’m sorry I asked you questions that upset you,” he said with a raspy tone.
You shook your head out of habit knowing very well that Matt couldn’t see you, “you didn’t say anything that upset me. I’m just being over emotional. I appreciate you opening up to me.”
He slid his thumb across your cheek again and slowly released your hand, “I want you to know that I’m always going to be here for you.”
“Thank you Matt,” you stepped back away from him towards the steps leading up to your apartment.
“Goodnight,” he said taking a step towards you.
It was taking everything in you to not jump into his arms and to hug him tightly.
“Goodnight Matt.”
You walked into your apartment building and looked back at Matt to find him standing there giving you a few moments to fully get inside safe. Walking up a flight of stairs onto the floor of your apartment you couldn’t wait to get into bed. You had been left an emotional mess after your conversation with Matt. Walking into your apartment you locked the door and headed straight towards your bedroom. You took off your clothes and put your pajamas before going to brush your teeth. You looked in the mirror and shook your head wishing that you didn’t have to live such a lie. You wished you had a job that you wouldn’t be some completely ashamed off. You knew if Matt and Foggy found out what you didn’t even if they didn’t mean to they would judge you. You weren’t ready for their judgment, you didn’t want them to see you any differently.
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Klance Rec Part 2
Hello and welcome back to another Klance rec! Since the last rec was a success I have decided to make another one. I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone, you were all super sweet and enthusiastic about the last list :)))). For any newcomers, I will link the first rec list here. Without further adieu, lets begin!
AU
Roommates by manamune
Summary: (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!
(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.
One of very first Klance fics!! Klance become roommates and they’re hella cute. Idk what else to say that’s really it.
Would You Like Fries With That? by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee
Summary: “Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?”
And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru.
Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.
I laughed my ass off holy. I can picture this happening so vividly it was such a fun read. Plus, high school klance is fricken cute as hell so squishy and fluffy.
it had to be you by Redburn
Summary: Keith and Lance are both professors at Garrison University.
“... I remember Lisa saying it was when you ship two people together, romantically, for your own enjoyment. I’m sure…” Shiro trails off when he sees Keith’s eyes start to grow impossibly wide. “Uh, Keith?”“What the fuck?” Keith manages, his heart suddenly beating faster, his face warming up despite himself. “They ship Lance and me romantically?”
YOO. Basically all of Keith and Lance’s kids ship them and its a good time. I love oblivious Keith honestly, oblivious Keith is the best Keith.
Dorks by GriffinRose
Summary: Inspired by a post on Tumblr!
Lance is the only one listening to the current presentation, and oh boy is it something to listen to. The kid has been rambling on about aliens for ten minutes and he is trying so hard not to laugh. So hard. Turns out the kid didn't even think Lance was paying attention, so when he finds out Lance was he books it. Like, as fast it takes Lance to turn his head, that kid was gone.Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now. Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.
AGAIN YO. You know how I said oblivious Keith is the best? Whelp embarrassed Keith is also fuckin great. Honestly now that I’m in Uni I relate to this so hard, its really a fun read.
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner
Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.
So this is a longer one, its over 130K but don’t let that deter you please. This fic is so good and everything a friends to lovers klance AU should be. I cannot scream about this fic enough its like a young adult romance novel, honestly I’m shitting its so good.
Better than coffee by Anonymous
Summary: Lance can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.And to complain about the customer service, of course.
Hehehehehe grumpy and soft Keith mixed with Lance being Lance. A shorter fic to last one on this list its really sweet and fluffy please enjoy.
Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name
Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.
This fic is the real deal holy crap. wittyy_name my god istg one of the best klance writers out there. The relationship built up from enemies to lovers and the sexual tension omg this fic is a masterpiece js. I cannot stress enough read anything klance by wittyy_name and you will be happy. This fic also has art!!!
CANON
All the Way Down by speaks
Summary: “You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them. This place was a utopia.
This is a more recently written klance fic in comparison to some others on this list but oh man. Basically klance being all cute out on a date on an alien planet. The build up omg and fluffffff I was squealing.
Red is the Coldest Color by EnglishCivilWar
Summary: Keith’s startled look had quickly turned to one of annoyance. “You’re in my way,” he stated.
Lance blinked uncomprehendingly.
Keith let out a groan. “Lance, MOVE.”(In which Lance is an epic fail at flirting, Keith is an oblivious walnut, and the rest of the team collectively groans and sighs.)
Oblivious Keith is back kids!!
Love Bug by Cour104
Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance get's bit by a strange bug whose venom causes him to fall in love with the first person he sees. Of course that person had to be Keith. I've seen a lot of fics based the Love Bug AU where Keith is bitten by the bug and I thought: What if Lance is bitten?
Literally out of all of the fics I’ve read about klance and the lovebug AU this one wins. It’s almost always Keith that gets bitten but I really loved reading the story from a POV of Lance being bitten it was great.
Make Me Your Home by Reader115
Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”
Set in season 2. These boys crushin hard even if they don’t realize my god.
Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.
Klance and a kid oh my god. Watching the teenage versions of klance deal with a child was so pure and their reaction to them being married in the future, priceless.
time out of mind by aknightley
Summary: Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future. He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned. Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.
Another future marriage fic. These awkward little beans omg its really cute.
Cheeky by rideahorse
Summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”
Cute and short fic basically just klance kissing with some feelings involved. The summary really says it all.
Well, we’ve made it to the end of this rec list. As always, please rec me fics I love getting recommendations. I loved reading all of your comments from the last list so please keep them coming, I love to hear from all of you, so feel free to message or ask a question. Hope you’re all doing well, until next time :)
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