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mins-fins · 1 year ago

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OCEAN EYES (S.HB)

SUMMARY . . . you'd never really be his first choice, or the person he'd like to be seen with, only she would, even if hanbin professed his love for you, it was never really true.

PAIRING . . . sung hanbin x male!reader

GENRE . . . angst

WARNINGS . . . insecurities, bullying, mentions of bruises, hanbin is manipulative, reader deserves better

WORD COUNT . . . 2.2k

NOTES . . . um hi… this has been in my drafts for a while and this is one of my only free days so have this as a sorry for not posting for a while :)) (except it's insanely angsty anyways)

"i love you".

if those words weren't the biggest lie you've ever heard, you don't know what is.

you like to assume that your not boring, because if you were that boring hanbin would barely glance your way, he wouldn't even think of talking to you, kissing you. sung hanbin shouldn't be interested in you, it makes no sense.

there are thousands of other people who deserve hanbin, that fit better with him, that aren't as antisocial as you, that aren't shut ins that hide during school in fear of being bullied, that aren't so embarrassing that their partner feels the need to kiss a girl to hide you from the public eye.

hanbin is popular, there's no doubt about that. he knows everybody, everybody knows him, everybody loves him, and you can't blame any of those people. is there anything hanbin is bad at? he seems to have no flaws, he's always the first one to volunteer, the first one to help others, the first one people think of when they say the word "kind".

hanbin and his perfect smile, his perfect laugh, his perfect voice, his perfect personality, his perfect EVERYTHING.

you'll never know how you scored him.

and honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he just up and left you.

jealousy is a bad thing, your mom always told you growing up, you shouldn't let it consume you, y/n, but that's so difficult to do whenever you see hanbin kissing her in the halls, running his hands through her hair and telling her that she's the only girl in the world.

you have to hand it to him, his impersonation of a straight person is on point.

you get hanbin for the most part, his beautiful reputation would be shattered if anyone found out that he was secretly seeing the weird kid from class b. you'd do the same if you were in his shoes, because no one wants to be seen with the weird kid.

still, it's difficult to not feel your heart shatter every time you see the two of them together, looking so perfect and happy, you should be angry, but in the end you just feel depressed, because hanbin would never display his love so publicly for you like that.

just hearing him talk to her makes you want to burst into tears, because why can't it be you? why can't it be you who gets to experience love from hanbin like that? why is he ashamed to be seen with you? why can't just be seen as something other than the weird kid so that for once, he won't feel ashamed about loving you?

maybe it's better this way, you say in your mind.

but you know it's not, y/n, he doesn't really love you, and you know that, he's just dragging you around because he feels bad, he pities you.

you always try your best to avoid those thoughts when they blast in your head. you know they're right, that it's true. if hanbin loved you, would he even care what other people think? it makes no sense that he fears being seen with you even though everyone would still love him regardless.

every time you look at him, your eyes holding a strong look of fondness, all you can think of is how he looks at you behind closed doors. you always feel your breath hitch when he walks past you in the hallway, and he pretends he doesn't know you, doesn't even regard your existence.

the first few times were okay, you could deal with him avoiding eye contact with you, the eye rolls did make you frown a bit, and so did the snickers, but hanbin loves you, he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

sometimes, you don't get how you forgive him, especially in the worst of situations.

like last week, it was like every other week, you did your best to avoid people who'd potentially punch you in the face, because it had become a staple in your life at this point to do that.

but alas, you have absolutely shitty luck.

it didn't take long for you to get cornered, smashed against a locker, and have a bloody face in the spam of a few seconds. it was painful, yes, but all you could do was wince, every time you did try to defend yourself, you'd get in more trouble than the people that picked on you first.

most people who saw the scene walked past it, or took a photo, or laughed, or just ignored you, and you honestly expected it, but your heart still broke at the way no one thought to help you.

but your heart practically stops when hanbin walks around the corner, and by the look on his face, his does too.

he pauses in his steps, his face practically paling at the sight. he knows that you get horribly bullied everyday, he can tell by the bruises that show up on your body every now and then, but he never says anything in specific about it.

the boys beating you up stop for a second, they're faces paling as soon as they see hanbin. hanbin advocates for no bullying, he was a spokesperson for that very assembly, and they just knew they were in big trouble.

you look to hanbin, tears in your eyes as you wipe the snot running down your nose. he doesn't look over at you, shutting his eyes as he takes in a deep breath. "can you two move? your standing in front of the staircase".

you let out a small gasp, but hanbin's face remains unmoving, the two boys bullying you obediently move out of the way, and so do you. hanbin doesn't spare you a glance, and just walks ahead, making his way down the stairs.

you see? he left you, he doesn't care.

you could barely even pay attention as the nurse was patching up your bruises, all you thought about was how hanbin disregarded you, walked past you like you were nothing, ignored your helplessness and went on with his day like he had nothing to lose.

"you know y/n, i wouldn't even be mad if you began hitting back again" the nurse comments, wiping rubbing alcohol on your bruise as she always does.

"i don't wanna be like the aggressor" you whisper, too hurt to speak loudly.

you wanted to ask hanbin about it, you were screaming in your mind to ask him about it, especially as you lied in his arms later that evening, listening to the random videos he was watching on his phone.

you were about to ask, when hanbin instead interrupted you.

"you know i don't want to hurt you, right?" he says, and you want to punch him, so bad. he tilts your chin up with his index finger, and this time he doesn't avoid eye contact with you. "you really are important to me, y/n, i was just very confused in that moment, i had no idea what to do".

lies, he's such a liar.

you hate the way you always fall for his words, you hate the way he can always easily coax you into thinking what he did wasn't bad, you wanted to punch yourself for forgiving him, because your so stupid thinking those words have any real meaning.

it's just an excuse, he wants an excuse for ignoring you, he wants an excuse for dismissing you like you were nothing.

you open your mouth to respond, but hanbin's hands run through your hair, and you feel a tear stream down your cheek, you didn't even know why your crying. stupid emotions, stupid—

hanbin presses a thumb to your cheek, wiping the tears from your cheek. "no need to cry, pretty" he whispers, giving you nothing but a small peck. "you know i love you, right?"

you barely nod, just laying your head down onto his chest, you hate that you find comfort in the way his hands wrap around you, and how he plants a kiss on your head. you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

fake fake fake fake everything.

the way everything unfolds should be enough to you, because someone who loved you would never do that to you would never do that, would they?

but he hugs you, and comforts you, and whispers sweet words into your eyes whenever you break down.

but he does all of those things for her as well.

and well— you feel bad for her, yeah you still do feel jealousy running through your veins, but she doesn't deserve hanbin, she deserves better, not only because he's cheating on her with.. you, but he's such a fucking fake, and you can't fathom how heartbroken she's gonna feel when she figures out everything about you two.

and maybe, for the sake of her, doing this would be a much less painful task.

"do you love me?"

a week after the whole bullying incident, you ask hanbin. he pauses, turning off his phone and looking over at you. the look on his face suggests that he's humored, he finds it funny that you have the confidence to ask such a question. "what kind of question is that y/n?"

you can never identify what kind of tone hanbin holds these days, the only thing you can really tell are his expressions, and it hurts because all you see are grimaces and snickers, no lovely expressions like the ones you stare at him with.

"just, answer it" your voice is shaky, and hanbin is clearly resisting the urge to laugh at how pathetic you look at the moment. he pretends to think about it, but you already know what he's gonna say, because those are the same words he uses all the time when you ask this question.

"what makes you think i don't?" bingo. "i only truly have eyes for you".

his words are such a pain to hear, because after everything he's done to you, after letting you get beat up and not doing anything, he still has the audacity to say that like it's gonna change what he's done to you.

"your such a.." you pause, the words seemingly stuck in your throat, you feel like your about to throw up, you don't wanna say it, but at the same time, you know this had to happen eventually.

"liar".

hanbin pauses again, a look of surprise colors his face as he stares back at you. he wasn't expecting that, because he knows you, and you'd never say that to him, because you love him, and you always told him that.

"ah, what's up with you today, babe?"

the way those words are said makes you want to punch him in the face.

"you don't love me" you say, raising your voice in the slightest. "maybe you did in the beginning but now, you just enjoy having me around, you.. you go around acting so sweet and amazing with your perfect fucking girlfriend and then you leave me to get beat up in the hallways? what kind of person does that?"

the surprising thing about this is how you don't burst into tears while saying this, you somehow keep your cool, especially with how hanbin's face stays unmoving for the most part. he then frowns, a look of faux sadness on his face.

"is that really how you see me? after everything i've done for you?"

"you don't like me!" you exclaim, raising your voice. "the only reason you keep me around is because it makes you feel better about yourself! i could get murdered on the street tomorrow and you wouldn't help me!"

hanbin chuckles, shaking his head, he doesn't move closer to you, because frankly, he thinks you look ridiculous. "your really saying this now? it'd be less funny if you told me a few months ago but to be honest, it humors me just how long it took you.."

your no longer down, your pissed off, you loved hanbin, but he didn't love you, you were just his charity case, someone he kept around to feel good, like he was doing some sort of good deed by dating you.

"you need to go".

hanbin smiles, a fake smile. you know this won't affect him, none of this matters in the end because the only person that suffers is you, hanbin is still going to have a girlfriend, his perfect life, and everybody loving him at the end.

tomorrow when you wake up, you'll still be the weird kid with no friends, that everyone ignores and purposefully avoids.

"alright then".

you close your eyes; and when you hear hanbin shut the door, you sink into the couch and sob. you hate that your crying, because you should feel proud of yourself after breaking up with him, he did nothing to deserve you, and you wish that you weren't crying over him.

he doesn't deserve your tears.

of course, in the back of your head, you had a feeling that his love for you was never true,

but it hurts so much more facing it.

#sung hanbin #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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ilikekidsshows · 26 days ago

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about 'Derision' , it's the episode that I can't understand. But what's makes it bad was the fact its part of s5. Maybe... If, say, it happened in s1 I think it would be much better episode because s1 Chloe can be nasty, like what happened in Dark Cupid and Kim is still a 'delinquent' kid as shown in Stone Heart where he bully Ivan. But also make it so Marinette not easily shut Chloe up and don't make her be friends with Kim in Origin episode because of her trauma.

Because the weird thing about Derision is the fact it showed us Chloe and Kim is such a nasty character that caused Marinette trauma yet she seems fine to talk to them in Origin, and in Kim case, she even want to help him and talk to him like she talk to her friends.

I know s4 and s5 is a product of retool, it's even obvious in Derision because the math just not mathing there. At least when they want to retcon something make it so it won't be dissociated much from the older episode!

Derision should show us why Marinette is reluctant to be friends with Kim and make her hard to trust Chloe but instead it's the episode about 'why she's so tongue tied around Adrien who's actually has nothing to do with the bullying that happened before but get the burn out of it'

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‘Derision’ really is such an utter mess of an episode. Chloé and Kim were created as archetypes. Chloé was the McKenzie clone, I mean, mean girl bully archetype, and Kim was the jock archetype. But they hadn’t really put any thought into the pasts of these characters, because middle school drama shows usually only go into backgrounds when it’s to explain a new inclusion into the cast, like they did with Socqueline. The reason ‘Derision’ doesn’t work with the rest of the show is that it wasn’t thought out at all.

There is one thing that makes sense with the episode, though. I can see why it was made, and it’s all part of the show’s new priority of excusing any criticized writing decisions. Yeah, the episode explains the current arc of why Marinette can’t be as close with Adrien as she wants to in order to keep milking the love square for plots that don’t require the writers to actually change anything or develop characters, but it’s also there to counter the “stalker allegations”.

Marinette’s stalking of Adrien has always been as much of a hot button topic in the fandom as Cat Noir’s constant flirting. How seriously and realistically are we supposed to take it, how much of it is just exaggeration for light-hearted appeal and how much these behaviors should be frowned upon in-universe were always questions that were kind of up to fan interpretation since the show didn’t commit to any specific angle on them. So, in the season where Cat Nor apologizes for being in love with Ladybug and easily falls out of love with her afterwards, we also have Marinette go through a traumatizing experience that makes her obsessed with knowing everything about any boy she likes (ignore how this behavior is only directed at Adrien when she’s had several other crushes she was fine about).

‘Derision’ couldn’t exist before the retool, because the writers weren’t trying to backtalk parts of the fandom before the retool. And that’s what ‘Derision’ is, backtalk. It has the characters saying stuff that is obviously aimed at the audience just as much as ‘Simpleman’, yet ‘Derision’ is less hated because it’s angsty, dramatic and Marinette stans gobbled up the excuses, because they live for excusing their fave.

‘Derision’ really proves that the writers care very little about things other than Marinette and vindicating Marinette. Chloé is never this much of a menace again, not even in ‘Miracle Queen’ or ‘Queen Mayor’. Chloé is a sitcom-level threat that the show outgrew in the second season, yet ‘Derision’ is trying to convince the audience that she’s secretly always been a villainous mastermind who no one has ever dared to talk back to, who everyone’s scared of, who got rid of Marinette’s only defender, and that the characters are aware of this. Chloé goes completely undefeated in the past story of ‘Derision’, yet, all it takes for Marinette to completely defang the great evil that is Chloé for the rest of the show is Alya saying: “You need to stand up for yourself” and then standing up to Chloé once, in ‘Origins’, the original chronological starting point of the show. Except we are still supposed to consider her a big, active threat to Marinette and cheer when her neglectful dad sends her to live with her abusive mom.

Also, what they did to Kim with ‘Derision’ is character assassination. Full stop. The episode had Adrien almost Cataclysm him and it was treated as a cool moment because we’re meant to hate him for what he did to Marinette and cheer when Adrien is willing to kill someone for hurting her. And yet, despite his crime supposedly being this bad, Marinette treats him as a friend and teammate throughout the series and Kim gets easily forgiven at the end of the episode. This is another one for the pile of episodes where the Miraculous crew can’t keep their story consistent through even a single episode. In one moment we’re meant to want Kim dead and soon after we’re meant to cheer when he and his girlfriend make up, all because he said “sorry” to Marinette one time.

This episode wouldn’t even have worked as a season one episode, that’s how inconsistent it is with even the most basic ideas presented in the show.

#ml critical #ml salt #dats chats

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iamthecomet · 1 year ago

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I‘ve had a terrible day and literally nobody I could contact so I’m honestly super Sorry for coming here but I just felt like going to the ask box of someone in the ghost fandom would be my safest bet

(There were just literally more childhood things triggered today than I even know fucking EXISTED and I had two attacks that were lots of fun /s)

Could I maybe get a bit of ghoulette comfort? Any pairing of your choice, and I’m very okay with comfort sex

Again, I’m very sorry if this is weird or overstepping any boundaries, or if you don’t take requests, I just really really felt the need to contact someone

Please don't be sorry for coming to my ask box--you're welcome here any time, really. I'm sending you lots of good vibes and hugs (if you want them). I'm sorry you're having such a shitty day. I don't know if what I wrote can really be considered comfort. But I tried and then everything got away from me (imagine that). It's a little angsty, a little smutty, and a little sweet. I hope it helps. 1.8k of ghoulette "comfort"--just for you, under the cut <3.

Sunshine keeps it together as best she can. It's for the best, she knows that. Knows that if she tried to go up on stage every night of this tour with her still healing knee (twisted, badly on a run through the woods with Mountain) she'd damage her vessel irreparably. Knows, that the way it still aches late at night is a sign that she wasn't ready. But it's hard. Hard to video chat with Cirrus, Cumulus, and Aurora and not wish she was on those plush looking hotel beds with them. Squished between them. Aurora's silky hair slipping through her fingers, Cumulus' heart beating under her ear. She misses them with every part of her body. Something she didn't realize was possible until they were gone. She'd never felt this in the pit. This connection, this love that seems to have dissolved into her blood. Her pack. Her girls. They're everything. The Abbey is so empty without them. Aether's here--and the other ghouls--the older ones. But they largely keep to themselves. And having Aether isn't the same as having everyone. And besides--he's distracted. More shifts in the infirmary. More time spent talking to Imperator. She thinks he's keeping himself busy on purpose. So that he doesn't have to feel what she does--an ache where her family used to be. And it isn't like they're not coming back. Not like she doesn't talk to them every day. Dew and Swiss are constantly sending her pictures of stupid shit from the road. Bad license plates. Strange tchotchkes in various gift shops. Rain sends her pictures from museums, historical sights, and gorgeous sweeping architecture. Mountain sends her pictures of flowers, and trees, and every animal he can. Cumulus and Cirrus talk to her on video every single day without fail. They are thinking of her. They are out there. They are coming home. But in the silent moments it's hard to remember that. The ghoul wing echoes like a tomb on some days and Sunshine feels like the caretaker. If purgatory is real, she's found it. It's late, several weeks into the tour. She hung up with the girls hours ago, and since she's been staring at the tin ceiling. Tracing the patterns in it. Stamped scrollwork, vines, flowers, a sunburst in the center of each one like this room was made for her. It's about the time of night that she'd usually crawl into bed with Aether. But she can hear him still on the phone with Dewdrop. A low murmur drifting through the walls. Her room feels too small. Like the walls are closing in around her. Too warm, stuffy. She thinks about throwing open a window but that isn't going to help. She wants the sky stretched out above her. Grass beneath her bare toes. She wants to be thousands of miles away from here, curled up in scratchy hotel sheets with Cirrus in her arms.

She stands at the window, looking out at the way the moonlight slants across the grounds, the way it glitters off of the lake. The moon is full, and it's the only reason she sees her. Pale skin luminous under that light. Mist.

Sunshine doesn’t make a decision. She lets the way her heart starts hammering do that for her. She foregoes shoes, or pants. She steps out into the hallway and head toward the door in just a button-down shirt she stole from Swiss ages ago, and her underwear. The grass is cool and wet against her toes. Mowed recently judging by the way the clippings stick to the sides of her feet. She walks into the Abbey grounds. Toward Mountain's favorite garden, and the lake just beyond it.

Sunshine and Mist aren’t particularly close. Mist doesn’t seem to be close with any of the newer band ghouls except for Dew. She keeps to herself mostly. But she and Sunshine have shared moments. In a cramped closet or Sunshine’s bed. Frenzied and quick. Mists teeth sharp on her lip. Her mouth tasting like clean cool water.

Sunshine feels like she’s dying of thirst. Mist is on the very edge of the dock. Her legs drawn up tight, toes curled over the edge of it. Pointed chin resting on her knees. Sunshine stops halfway through Mountain's flowerbeds and looks at her. The way her tail curls, serpentine, around her own arm. The strange blue tinge to her hair--her skin. Long fingers curled around her shin bones as she hugs herself. She’s so compact. Smaller even than Aurora. Slight but not fragile. Built of wire swimmers muscle. Sunshine once watched her throw Ifrit into the dirt.

She makes it a point to stay on Mists good side—for more than one reason. "Are you coming down, or are you just going to stare?" Mist calls out. She doesn't move. There's a musical lilt to her voice that always reminds Sunshine of Rain. Siren song. Inviting her closer even though her tone is cold, flat. Sunshine forces her legs into motion, ignoring the way her knee twinges when she steps wrong as the ground beneath her starts its descent toward the lake.

“I wasn’t—” she starts when she gets closer, but the words die as her feet hit the dock. She was. She was just standing there staring. Sunshine watches her more often than she’d like to admit. It seems easier than talking to her. Easier than asking for what she wants. It worked out the first time Mist backed her into a dark corner—and every time since.

She wants that again—doesn’t want to have to talk about the reason she’s out here in the middle of the night seeking Mist out. It sounds bad when she thinks about it.

Everyone else is gone. So, I came to you. Sunshine sits on the dock next to Mist, dangles her legs over the edge and finds the lake surprisingly warm. She leans back on her hands and looks at Mist again. Looks at the savage ridge of her spine where it sticks out from the low collar of her tank top. The shirt is loose, the armholes reaching almost to Mists hips, exposing the aqua tinged gills along her ribs. Borrowed clothing, Sunshine realizes, just like her own shirt.

“You like to stare.” Mist says, matter-of-fact. Sunshine winces.

“Sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” Mist offers with a shrug. She looks over at Sunshine then, for the first time. “It sort of feels nice to be seen.”

“I see you,” Sunshine whispers, “A lot. I—always see you. Why don’t you—”

Mist shakes her head. “You didn’t come out here to ask me stupid questions.”

“No. I didn’t.”

Mist slowly unwraps her arms from her legs. Lets them slip off of the dock and into the water. She sighs. “Bath water,” she says mostly to herself.

It isn’t the word Sunshine would use. Closer to lukewarm—body temperature. But she imagines Mist runs cold the same way Rain does. And it must feel warm soothing to her cool skin.

“So why are you out here? Isn’t it past your bed time?”

Sunshine bristles at that. At the way it feels infantilizing. She decides to ignore it. Knows Mist doesn't actually mean anything by it. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m…lonely. I guess.”

“What about Aether?”

“Not the same.”

Mist hums in what sounds like agreement. “No, I guess you’re right.”

They fall into silence, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Easy. Sunshine lays back, puts her arms behind her head. For a while she looks at the stars. Allows the gentle shift of the water around her ankles to lull her, to calm the strange ache in her chest. But after a while, she finds her eyes drawn back to Mist. To the soft curve of her breast, the slope of her stomach, all that skin visible through the side of her shirt. The way her gills shift as she breathes. The ones on her hips are just barely visible, and Sunshine is hit with the nearly uncontrollable desire to touch them. To reach over and run feather light fingers over that delicate skin and remember what it feels like.

“I get lonely too, sometimes,” Mist muses. When Sunshine drags her eyes away from the shadow of Mist’s nipple she finds the water Ghoulette looking down at her. Sharp features drawn soft. Full lips down turned just a little, more of a pout than a frown. “It’s the way it is. You should get used to it.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Sunshine whispers, breath catching in her lungs. “I’m right here. I’m always right here.” She props herself up at the same time Mist bends. They meet in the middle, lips slotting together. It’s gentle—she’s never kissed Mist like this. This easy press of their mouths. Their tongues sliding together lazily. Mist reaches down to put her hand on the back of Sunshine’s head, sliding her fingers into her hair to hold her close. Mist slings one leg over Sunshine’s hips and putting the other knee between Sunshine’s thigh. Sunshine pulls her close, circles one arm around her waist and slips the other into the side of her shirt, cupping one of her breasts. Dragging her thumb over a pierced nipple and reveling in the way Mist gasps into her mouth.

Sunshine shifts her hips, presses down against Mist’s firm thigh. She has to pull away from Mist’s mouth on the first grind, her head snapping back against the dock as she drags her clothed cunt over Mist’s bare thigh.

She feels Mist doing the same thing to Sunshine. Little rolls of her hips. Sweet noises falling from her lips as Sunshine drags her hand down, ghosts her fingers over those gills she longed to touch. Feeling the way the delicate skin moves beneath her palm and the way Mist gasps just a little when she presses against them.

“So pretty,” Sunshine gasps, looking up at the way Mist moves above her. Sunshine can feel the how wet Mist is against her thigh. Cool slick pooling against Sunshine’s overheated skin. Sunshine wants to press her back into the dock. To bury her face between Mist’s pale thighs and drink her down.

“Mist—hang on—” Sunshine tries, gets cut off by the way Mist pushes her thigh against Sunshine’s cunt, by the way she reaches down to unbutton Sunshine’s shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Mist bends and seals her mouth around one of Sunshine’s nipples and every thought of pausing flies from her mind.

Sunshine cums first, pulled over the edge by the way Mist drags her thigh over Sunshine’s clit, and those sharp teeth on her nipple. Mist isn’t far behind her. Back arching, slick gushing onto Sunshine’s thigh, into the hem of her shirt. A high sharp moan falling from her lips.

Mist allows Sunshine to pull her down, to curl her warm arms around her. It feels like a gift. Sunshine nuzzles her face into Mist’s curls.

“You don’t have to be lonely either,” Mist says, breath cool against Sunshine’s clavicle. Her long fingers dragging up over Sunshine’s exposed ribs leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m right here too.”

#comet writes #ficlet #Sunshine Ghoulette #Mist Ghoulette #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #Sunshine/Mist

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whereonceiwasfire · 1 year ago

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Landing Zone

Figured it was about time I finally did one of these, so hey, hi, hello, I'm Rees (a.k.a. WhereOnceIWasFire). You can find some general info about me, and a masterlist of fics in this post!

GENERAL

Any pronouns

I write fic (masterlist below the cut)

My brain has been chemically altered by: Danny Phantom and DBZ (though I typically keep Dragonball posts to my sideblog)

My DMs/inbox are open! Send me things, I'm friendly, I swear!

I'm always open to prompt requests (though I don't do crossovers). Feel free to leave me something in my ask box, and I'll get to it when I have a chance/if it sparks an idea!

FICS

(tags can be found on ao3)

Finished Fics:

Overshadowed - Long ass (140K) College AU, No One Knows, heavy angst, mystery w/ horror elements, mostly happy ending, but I also left it a bit open/ambiguous. I MIGHT write a sequel one day. Everything's Fine (And the Boss is Totally Not a Cryptid) - Outsider POV, intern gets hired at Vlad Co., shenanigans ensue. Oh so many Dracula references. H(a)unted - Weird, angsty little Ghost Hunter Danny AU. Separate Danny and Phantom. ALT ending. I have some ideas percolating to continue off the alternate ending. The Hazards of Being Hot High AF - Shippy Popular Psychology (Jazz/Dash) oneshot I found in my fics folder. Jazz visits Dash in the hospital after a football injury. Elementary, My Dear Fenton - Ecto-Implosion fic. A goofy comedy-mystery where Danny and the trio try to track down who left an anonymous gift in his locker. They get WAY too into it.

WIPs:

Not So Bitter Reunions - AU, canon divergence, badger cereal. The college reunion goes decidedly less off the rails than in canon, leading to some nefarious consequences. I'm just kind of vibing with this one. High School's a Beach - **AGIT SPOILERS** Dan's in high school. This one is so very unserious, but I think I've got a few more chapters left in me. Needs Must (When the Devil Drives) - Canon divergence. AU. Vlad and Harriet reconnect at the college reunion, but since Vlad's technically an evil spirit, he's adversely impacted by things like salt, windchimes, running water, etc. Bad News (Vlad/Harriet) shipfic. I just...I think they're neat. Bearer of Bad News - Post Phantom Planet (not AGIT compliant). Bad News fic because I have an illness and these two live in my head rent free. The GIW enlist Harriet's help in preventing Ghost King Danny from destroying the earth.

Drabbles/Ficlets:

DannyMay 2022 - I don't remember any of these being particularly good, but they do exist. I very much did not last the entire month. Drabble Dump from Tumblr asks - this is just what it sounds like. Though, in general, I'll probably start trying to post oneshots and/or collect the separate, individual Tumblr ask ficlets on this post now instead of just clumping them in a drabble dump on ao3. Monsters Don't Exist - horror vibes. AU. Vlad didn't peace out after the accident and he's keeping his enemies (Maddie and Jack) close. Jazz suspects their babysitter, Uncle Vlad, is more dangerous than everyone else in the family seems to think. Cheese Melt ficlet - Outsider POV. Dani has a parent-teacher interview. Cheese Melt ficlet #2 - Dani doesn't like the toy she got at Nasty Burger. Vlad gets her a new one. Badger cereal ficlet - No one knows AU. Danny works as a cashier and Vlad accidentally outs his supervillain indetity by infodumping to him when Danny makes idle customer-servicey smalltalk.

Unwritten/Unposted:

I'm not going to list out all my filenames and ideas, don't worry lol. But I do have a couple (*cough* couple hundred *cough*) ideas percolating or half written in my fics folder, so that is a thing. I want to jump on WIP Wednesday and such, but like. IDK. Feel free to ask/harass me about my unposted WIPs too, I am motivated by peer pressure.

#pinned post #intro post #fic masterlist #whereonceiwasfire

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neuxue · 1 year ago

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from the maximum trojan mindfuck list, if you don't mind, which of those books would you recommend individually?

It would depend on what I know of your reading tastes and interests, really. I don't think any of those four are on my 'would not recommend to anyone under any circumstances' list, but nor would I put them on an 'everyone go read this immediately regardless of what you usually enjoy' list.

So if you don't want to complete the full trojan mindfuck, some brief guidance below to help you determine which ones you might be interested in:

The Iliad: I feel like this one's worth reading (at least in some version) if you're going to read any of the others, just because it's the (or in one case, a) basis from which they're drawing. And also because it's one of The Classics, and one so frequently adapted or referenced in the Western canon. For that alone I'd say it's a good one to at least be familiar with, but I do think it's a compelling story in its own right, especially if you're into proud doomed heroes, the impetus for and costs of war, and what happens when all the ties that bind - of love or loyalty or fate - collide. Also if you, like me, are into the weird bond that exists between the great champions of opposing sides, and the moment that shifts from symbolic opposition to personal vengeance.

The Song of Achilles: I will say this is the one on this list that I enjoyed the least; it's just... not really for me (with the exception of a single sentence - boys trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder - that found its way into my brain and parked itself there), but I also think it draws more scathing criticism than it perhaps deserves, from those who despise it. If you'll forgive the flippancy, though, I think the most concise description I could give this would be 'Angsty Soft Gay Iliad', in a way that feels very ~2012-2015 tumblr. You may enjoy this if you like the idea of reading a doomed hero's story from the perspective of their best friend/sidekick/lover, or the idea of The Iliad but with characters who are gentler, or if your first stop after reading The Iliad is the Achilles/Patroclus AO3 tag. I would probably not recommend this if you're here for sharper/darker characters, the brutality of war, or complex politics.

The Silence of the Girls: This might be the one I would recommend most widely, not necessarily because I enjoyed it more than the others, but because of the modern three on this list it's the one I feel the least 'it really depends on your tastes' about (though it does come with some content warnings). I think what I liked about this, especially in contrast to some of the feminist Greek mythology/ classics retellings that have been popular of late, is the way it leans into the 'original' story even (especially?) when that's uncomfortable, rather than reshaping it into something more appealing to a modern audience. Obviously the latter has its place as well, but I really like how Pat Barker navigates this. Briseis is not a girlboss and Achilles is a nightmare, and all these characters feel at once so recognisable as their legendary selves but also so very human, in the best and worst meanings of that word. Read this if you like characters who are not easily classified as good or bad, if you enjoyed the messiness of the Iliad and the characters involved in it, and if you thought 'but wait, what would that look like if you were not one of the chosen of the gods?'

Terra Ignota: oh man, what to even say here. This might be the one on this list that I enjoyed the most (though at times I still struggle to decide whether enjoyed is even the right word), but it might also be the one I would be most... particular about who I recommend it to. It's extraordinarily unhinged, extremely committed to an on-the-surface absurdly pretentious bit, and the layers of narrative unreliability mean that at times it feels like a thousand-plus-page trust-fall as you just have to hope that the author knows what she's doing. Also this is one where it's probably easier to list the content warnings that don't apply as those that do. That said, this series is an experience, and the sheer scale and scope of what Ada Palmer pulls off in the space of four (admittedly long) books is kind of astonishing, especially because you get a depth to it that stories with that level of ambition in terms of setting and characters and concept and style and-- don't always manage to deliver. Read this if extreme content warnings and characters who have done monstrous things are incentives rather than warnings to you, if you like complex politics that are almost indistinguishable from complex interpersonal relationships, if you struggle to find narrators who are unreliable enough to suit your tastes, and if you want a story that believes in hope and the good of humanity but doesn't soften edges or skim over the darkest facets of it to get there. Or, I guess, if you're really into The Enlightenment and want to see it as a space opera. ('Wait Lia I thought this was The Iliad?' that too. When I say this series is ambitious.)

#asks #anon #recommendations #of a sort???

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years ago

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Hi Ridia-san! It’s been a long time since I last sent one of this but I’m feeling a bit angsty so, can I get a Saru who has given up on everything and plans to resign and go to another country?

He’s been acting more weird and nice for the past few weeks and the alphabet boys are starting to get scared because Saru is acting like a sentimental mother watching their kid grow up. For example while they’re doing their usual dumb pranks they suddenly stop because Saru is watching them with a small sad smile. At first they thought they’re gonna get scolded but then Saru just turned around and resumed his work like they didn’t just catch him staring.

Yata and Saru bump into each other but instead of their usual fight Saru just tells him to “Watch where you’re going Mi-sa-ki” and just walks away before he could even say anything.

The last one is with Munakata. Munakata invites Saruhiko to drink some tea and discuss some plans when Saruhiko asks Munakata to help him solve some puzzles. Munakata was caught off guard but he pulled out some puzzles soon after.

(THEN OF COURSE THE AIRPORT SCENE MWEEHEHEHEHE)

Weeks later after their weird interaction with Saru the Alphabet squad woke up to the sound of an emergency alarm.

When they get to the place where their Captain is waiting for them he drops the bomb that Saru is resigning and he’s now at the airport and cue the usual last minute goodbye at the airport.

(I’m sorry for the very rushed ending of my ask but I hope you got the gist of it. You can add more story, scenarios or interactions if you want to Ridia-san!)

(p.s : I’m the one who sent the heterochromia ask and the crying Saru ask with mean Reisi

♡´･ᴗ･`♡)

Imagine this maybe like post-ROK, like Fushimi’s been getting better and becoming more healthy mentally but then he has some sort of major relapse and starts to think his existence is pointless again and wouldn’t it be better if he just went somewhere far away where no one knows who he is. At first he just thinks of it idly, like how stupid would it be, but then he finds himself thinking about it more and more, like he’s not really needed here and he should just go without saying anything, it isn’t like anyone will care anyway. Maybe everyone’s powers have really been fading and there’s rumors of S4 disbanding and this is what really becomes the catalyst, Fushimi thinking that the precious place he didn’t even realize was precious is going to be taken away but rather than destroy it himself this time he thinks he should just go, like the only way to keep him from becoming that destructive person again is to simply run away.

Fushimi being Fushimi he is very meticulous in his plans, hiding everything from everyone. He tells himself that this is the best thing, there’s really no reason to stay — but then he keeps having moments of unexpected emotion, like he sees the squad screwing around and doesn’t even realize he’s smiling until Hidaka notices and asks if they’re in trouble. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says it’s nothing, after he leaves though the squad wonder if he’s doing okay. Doumyouji says wasn’t that smile like a parent seeing their kid off to college and Fuse’s like don’t be stupid why would Fushimi of all people have that kind of smile.

Meanwhile Fushimi debates saying goodbye to anyone at all. Imagine he runs into Yata and just blows him off, much to Yata’s confusion, Fushimi probably thinking if he says anything it will turn bad and didn’t he want to just leave on quiet terms this time. A few days before he intends to leave he stops into Munakata’s office to drop off reports and Munakata asks him if he would like to do a puzzle together, something he’s asked fairly often. Munakata is pleasantly surprised when Fushimi pauses and then says yes, why not. At first Munakata is pleased about it but imagine his expression clouding the more they work on the puzzle, like just something about Fushimi’s expression and the way he’s acting is setting off alarm bells in Munakata’s head and he can’t say why. Before Fushimi leaves Munakata asks if he’s okay and Fushimi just gives him a soft smile and shakes his head, which makes Munakata even more nervous.

Several days later everyone’s awakened by an alarm going off in S4, summoned for an emergency meeting. They’re all hustled into the hangar and into a helicopter, imagine Munakata is at the controls and everyone is vaguely concerned. Akiyama asks what’s going on and Munakata seriously says that he has been doing some research lately and he’s discovered something alarming: it seems Fushimi has bought a one-way ticket for a foreign country and intends to leave them all, he’s at the airport now. Everyone is shell shocked and Munakata tells them to please strap in because it seems they will need to have an emergency intervention. Meanwhile Fushimi is trying to get to the airport and keeps being delayed, unknown to him Yata and Homra were also contacted by Munakata and were given the specific mission to delay Fushimi long enough for S4 to beat him to the airport.

Imagine a very dramatic airport scene, but instead of the usual running up to someone at the gate Fushimi doesn’t even make it into the airport, because as soon as he’s in the parking lot he stops dead to see a helicopter above him. Munakata hands the controls to Akiyama to land this thing (he’s already requested clearance, being a government official certainly is handy) and then he just jumps right out of the helicopter in front of Fushimi. Fushimi takes a moment to recover from his shock and then clicks his tongue, he doesn’t get how Munakata found out but why should Munakata even bother stopping him, they don’t need him anymore right. Munakata wonders where Fushimi got the idea for such a thing and Fushimi looks away, muttering that isn’t it true, eventually S4 will disband and then what use will he be. He’ll just start destroying things if he stays, so he may as well go.

Munakata says things may seem that way to Fushimi, but he should look around him more — many people have come together now for Munakata to stop Fushimi here, because they don’t want him to leave. He’s important to everyone, whether they have use for him or not, and to just let a member of their family leave without a word is certainly not something he can allow. Fushimi’s eyes get wide and imagine before he can even say anything Awashima and the alphabet boys come running over, having landed the helicopter as quickly as they could. Everyone surrounds him, telling him how much they need him and how it wouldn’t be the same without him and Munakata just gives Fushimi this gentle smile as he puts a hand on Fushimi’s shoulder and says that no matter what the future should bring Fushimi will always be surrounded by people who need him, so he shouldn’t run away so easily.

#Fushimi Saruhiko #Talking K #...I don't know how that started serious and ended with Munakata jumping out of a helicopter XD #but he would do that for Fushimi #this is the easiest way to stop him they have to be quick #it's that or detain the entire plane no one's letting Fushimi leave

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novemberthecatadmirer · 2 years ago

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Confessions on My Personal Headcanon of Eol

Have been thinking about things for a long while.

Here are my personal reasons for making headcanons involving non-evil-still-toxic Eol that actually had consensual relationship with Aredhel:

I fucking hate the “nobody foreigner indigenous savage abducted our helpless innocent noble woman” narrative. I am foreigner & woman so somehow I get twice offended out there.

I don’t like “overpowered enchantment that can control people but never get mentioned before and after, and existed only to conveniently explain why this woman will get married with him and have child. She must be under wicked evil magic.” Luthien did weird enchantments but at least those were cool and basically power of love.

@diversetolkien’s analysis on racial coding was too great & powerful I will never forget

Of course LaCE is dead and should stay dead for everyone’s sanity. However the “elves cannot have children without consent & Eru’s blessings (human can, unfortunately)” makes doing my headcanons on why there are not so many elves around and how orcs were made (from tortured abducted children of multiple origins, mostly human) a lot more easier.

I do not like the narrative that a female character gets punished by the world for having personal desires and leaving family for such desires in the “if you leave the protection of men you will be raped by some evil man and have your life ruined forever” way. I am fine even if Aredhel was killed by Orcs or some random dark creatures (punishment for underestimating the danger, tragical but acceptable), but punishing a woman’s desire for independence with a random man out of nowhere... Well, such a traditional approach. Tolkien can have that. I can dislike that out of personal reasons. Like, all the male writers out there can use rape as a nice angsty divice over female characters, but I still do not like reading that overused trope.

The “Aredhel getting abducted and brainwashed and raped and abused by Eol” is a little bit… Overdone. No offence, there are so many absolutely great fictions based on that. Just... I do not like that take being the only way people interpret the canon text.

I get personally frustrated when I keep seeing the stereotypical type of abuse depicted in media all the damned time. There should be more representations of the less extreme but still very damaging subtypes. (Arguably those types are more common and often overlooked in nowadays society?)

Let me introduce you to “couples who love each other but have so many damned mental troubles and surprise surprise love is not a cure for mental illness so they end up hating & feeling guilty for each other and falling into this very bad codependent downward spiral. Oh and their kid SUFFERS.”

I love my personal headcanon that “enchantment” is a metaphor for “mad, dumb, intense romantic attraction.” The power of helpless crush & obsession, pure and powerful, that will absolutely make you throw your identities & believes, social backgrounds, and personal duties behind and jump into a lava pit together.

It would be more interesting the other ways.

To me Aredhel does feel like the type who see some stranger in strange forest with strange background from a foreign culture and decided “okay I totally want to fuck that one.”

Eol did have reasons to dislike Noldor. He lived unfortunately close to the “Chaotic Evil Elven Realm where Curufin and Celegorm were.”

Eol did crime and became a kinslayer. He did evil, no argument for that. The thing is, before that he did choose death over being trapped in a colonizer’s kingdom (from his point of view.) He chose freedom even freedom meant death. I can see why he could actually share similar values with Aredhel in that particular aspect.

Eol being a typical abusive abductor & rapist makes fix-it stories a lot more easier. If he was pure evil you can just have someone slay the evil then save the innocent princess and unfortunately conceived child. Or you make Aredhel never meet him, problem solved. However, sometimes we don’t like convenient set-up that avoids all moral dilemmas do we?

I like Maeglin and I want to do evil to him because I am evil and I want to make his troubles A LOT MORE complex and helpless and miserable. And absolutely no one in Gondolin could understand his situation because they chose to believe the “evil foreigner” theory to ease their consciences. How can I make it easier for Sauron to mess up his mind.

I like Tolkien’s “dark elves were corrupted traumatized by Morgoth and released back to the world to do evil like he later did to Hurin & Turin” idea.

The “your father tried his best to love & protect you but even his best was not enough also his idea of ‘best’ was fucked-up. Much of what he did to you was abusive and you hate your father for making your life miserable. However you also know his action was caused by something far worse done to him by someone else, and if the same thing happen to you you will end up the same as well. As the result you cannot really hate him. You can hate the one who did the fucked up stuff to your father, but Morgoth does not care about your hatred and is probably laughing somewhere in his evil lair. Your father’s love was toxic and poison everyone he loved, and you hate him, and you still think he deserved to never be turned this way and had a happy life and never met your mother.” <--I personally like this.

And the “everyone think your father was evil and expect you to hate him and you cannot explain to them because your father did do evil. Also you absolutely hate your father for trying to murder you and murdering your mother and you feel you are honor-bound to want him die for murdering your mother so you go to watch him being pushed down a cliff. Somehow you feel worse and wondering if you should die as well because you did let your father die.” <-- I am sadistic and think this is delicious.

I love the “there is love in this family and it seems like they really could be happy but the world is fucked up Morgothed so they end up hurting & killing each other when their love gets turned toxic” trope.

Again, always more interesting the other ways.

Be kind to me! I think I just have different perspective based on personal experiences so I enjoy reinterpreting things differently out of personal interest. I understand why the evil-Eol & abused-Aredhel trope is extremely popular in fanon now, because it opens ways to hurt/comfort, found family, discussions of issues that worth to be discussed (and traditionally avoided), etc. Which are valuable, necessary, and absolutely respectful approaches. I just like things otherwise because of personal preferences.

I tend to be so afraid that someone will think I am evil for not headcanoning Eol as evil (well I also have opinions on petty-dwarves but that would be for another post another day.)

#tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion #silm meta #silmarillion meta #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanons #eol #aredhel #maeglin

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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So what exactly do you think about the whole vampire “mate” thing? Along with the whole idea that the vampire emotional nature is like “stone” and thus can only love romantically the once?

Mates? I don’t think they exist.

Alright, fine, a serious answer.

I think it’s not so much mates, per se, that there’s one person out there for you in the whole wide world and if you miss them you’re a soulless husk forever but a product of vampire neurology.

It’s not so much that vampires don’t change, or at least, no less than humans do (we tend not to change without catalyst either). However, I do think that vampires are a bit more stubborn in their nature than us humans and their profound memory helps them along.

A vampire never forgets the joy of being in love, never forgets what they initially loved about their partner, and in the case of Marcus never forgets the grief of losing them.

But I think they feel love, sorrow, anger, etc. as much as we humans do. They just have this overly romantic mythos that they themselves have bandied about for thousands of years.

What do I mean?

Well, the ‘mates’ we see are unconvincing. There’s Marcus, yes, and it’s implied that he had something truly profound with Didyme. But what about the others?

The Cullen Family alone is full of disastrous marriages that will fall apart any second now.

Bella/Edward is such a shit show of yikes involving no love whatsoever and more the lust that a lion feels when about to feast on a gazelle (that Edward also uses this analogy really says something to me). Remember that Meyer presents Bella/Edward as the best and brightest of all the mated pairs.

Edward marries and falls in love with her while she’s still human, a very rare phenomenon. He tries to leave her but finds himself physically unable to, within six months both he and Bella attempt suicide (nevermind that Bella was clinically depressed and Edward is in love with his own tragic theater and martyrdom).

Meyer describes them of having the wonderful spiritual connection of Carlisle/Esme and the physical intamacy of Rosalie/Emmett (which of course means that Rosalie and Emmett are the only couple in this goddamn house that actually have any sexual intercourse).

This is the love story the entire series hinges on.

And it’s like a virtual novel where you’re playing as Bella Swan, and if you made even one, small, wrong choice along the way Vampire Patrick Bateman sneaks into your room and devours you, your father, and maybe your entire graduating class.

By some miracle, Bella unwittingly travels the golden path. For her, that is, for everyone else it will end in very very bad places.

Then we have Carlisle/Esme, where they seem to be held together by wishful thinking and denial. Neither is really what the other wants, they share completely different values, their miscommunication is profound, and while I won’t get into it here I will say that I think they very likely have 0 physical intimacy for a variety of reasons.

Edward looks to Carlisle/Esme as his ideal relationship and what he wants to recreate with Bella. Which is... very Edward.

The only ones in the Cullens not a complete disaster, but still should have couple’s therapy, are Rosalie and Emmett. And here’s where I go, “alright, maybe there’s something to this mated pair thing”. Because the story of Rosalie is she finds this man torn apart by bears, after having been a victim of gang rape, carries his bleeding carcass for miles, dumps him on Carlisle’s table, and says, “MAKE ME A HUSBAND”. And it somehow works out for them. It’s the world’s weirdest pairing, in Midnight Sun we learn that Rosalie is just as weirded out as we the audience are, because her brain just tells her that this man is her husband.

So perhaps there’s some instinctual connection, but we certainly don’t see it in all vampire couples. So, if the mate thing does exist, I suspect it’s a) extremely rare b) is probably not one unique match in all the world.

That said though, even Rosalie and Emmett have issues and I’d hardly call them soulmates. They don’t really get each other, I think. Emmett certainly doesn’t understand Rosalie and I think Rosalie does find Emmett is often a boor. They love each other, certainly like each other, but they’re not two connecting puzzle pieces.

Otherwise, outside of these guys there’s... Pretty much Marcus.

Aro is gay, clearly enamored with Carlisle, and locked his wife in a tower.

Caius also locked his wife in a tower.

Eleazar left the Volturi for Carmen, but Eleazar is a dick and useless (this is for another meta). By the sounds of it Aro was jumping at an excuse to get rid of him.

Marcus, mourning for two-thousand years straight, is enough to convince me that something’s up. However, he could simply have been in love the way elves in LotR love, and they don’t have soulmates either.

Plus, mates are so cheap to me.

Every time, every time, I see it used it’s a cheap prop to do away with actually convincing us this is a convincing and moving love story.

Bella and Edward belong together because they’re soulmates.

Kylo-Ren and Rey are a dyad in the Force and therefore their love is a great one.

Tom Riddle and Harry Potter have their names written on each others arms in your fanfiction du jour and it’s very angsty because they’re soulmates with their greatest enemy and someone they don’t even like. Don’t ask how they could possibly be soulmates in this scenario, they just are, because I say so.

Every time you resort to using mates to convince your audience that your pairing is a superior love a puppy dies.

Right, the falling in love romantically once, well look at my fics and I clearly don’t believe that. What I will say is that vampires can hold onto their memories longer than us, so if they want to reminisce over being romantically in love, they can, and falling in love with someone else might be harder for them.

However, I don’t think there’s anything stopping them. We see many vampires with very complicated and frankly very human relationships. They play themselves for fools, yearn, and settle for people they do not truly love just as much as we humans do.

#ask #twilight

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years ago

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Seasons of Love - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this idea would not leave my head and i really like it so here i am writing it:) the years in the fic are according to chris’ birth year (1981). also, this is more chris centeric, which i haven’t really done yet and i liked how it came out, i’d love to hear your thoguhts on that if you have any! enjoy<3

Summary: the story of chris and you, told through specific seasons of your life. a fluffy (and a bit angsty) coming of age story.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: like one bad word i think, a teeny bit of angst

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Summer, 1998.

It was a special summer. Chris always knew he'd remember this summer forever. It was the first summer he fell in love.

"Summer is full of possibilities."

You and Chris just finished hiking a trail not too far from home, your water bottles nearly emptied due to the heat, your clothes slightly disheveled. Not too different than any other time you did that together.

The two of you were sitting down under a tree, watching the view, when you spoke that sentence.

"It is," Chris agreed. He turned his head to look at you and continued, "that's kinda awesome."

"Yeah," you said softly, still not looking at him, "but it's also scary as fuck." You chuckled dryly. "It's our last summer. What if we don't make the best of it?"

"It's not 'our last summer'," Chris chuckled, "it's just…"

"Our last summer," you completed with a grin once you saw he was struggling to find the words, finally turning to face him.

"Whatever," he laughed.

"What do you want to do this summer, Chris?"

He frowned slightly. "I'm serious," you continued, "what do you wanna do? Really."

"I don't… know. Same old, I guess?"

"See, that's why summer is so scary!" you turned your whole body to face him now. "It feels like in no time, our entire lives will be just 'same old'. And we'll have endless possibilities, but it will still be just same old! I refuse to admit I'm that boring," you huffed, "at least for now."

"So, what do you want to do this summer?" Chris asked with a smile, amused by your antics.

"Something remarkable. Something I can tell my children about and say, 'when I was your age, I did…' whatever it is we'll do, you know?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Okay, so what's something you've always wanted to do but never thought you could?"

He pretended to contemplate it for a second, and before he could open his mouth you cut in, "and don't say something like eat only candy for a week! Something real," you pointed two fingers towards your eyes and then to him, as if to indicate you're watching him.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, "something real."

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you as you both thought about it. In truth, you both knew the answer. It was as clear as the summer sky stretching out above you. But in your still teenage minds, it seemed to be as heavy as the noon heat.

When your eyes met his, you laughed softly. "I feel like we were thinking about the same thing, which is kinda stupid honestly. I mean, why wouldn't we ju-"

He swiftly leaned in and planted his lips on yours, the kiss only lasting ever so long before the smiles you both sported got in the way. Your eyes were still closed when you spoke, but you could feel Chris' gaze on you when you started, "yep," you finally opened your eyes and smiled, "definitely thinking about the same thing."

That summer was made of so many forevers Chris truly thought it would never end. Moments that seemed to stretch on in the most beautiful of ways, as if the universe was giving you her blessing, giving you time.

You knew each other so well sometimes Chris thought you were more in his head than he was. And every time he looked into your eyes, every time you laughed, every time he kissed you, every night you spent watching the stars, every day you spent at the beach, or at home, or really wherever, he knew that fear of yours didn't come true.

You two did the most remarkable thing you could've – you've fallen in love.

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Autumn, 2000.

Autumn in LA was different than it was back home.

At home, his mom would probably be stocking up on candy for Halloween, and his siblings would be playing around with their dog in the fallen leaves, and he'd be forced to take a jacket with him even if it wasn't even that cold outside because people cared about him.

Not that in LA they entirely didn't, but it wasn't the same. Mostly because you weren't there.

You two talked a big game, sure, always making plans to meet soon. But with the both of you being so far apart, and being so busy pursuing your dreams, it never came true.

And when it finally did, after a while, it wasn't like it was that great either.

"I don't… I don't think we… this-" you fumbled over your words and sighed. "I don't want to hold you back."

"I know. I don't want to hold you back either," he sighed, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner.

You were laying on the couch, his arm around you, pulling you close, and really, it was a weird position to be having this conversation in, but at the same time, he kind of couldn't imagine it happening differently.

He understood what you were trying to say. He thought you were right. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I just… I don't think long distance works that well with us," you continued, and then sighed again. "Ugh, this is terrible."

"it kinda is," he chuckled quietly, and you slapped his chest lightly in annoyance. "You know I understand, right?" he said, more serious this time.

"I know. You know I don't really want to do this, right?"

"I know. But I know why you are."

"Good," you said softly. "My flight leaves tomorrow at 8, so we probably won't see each other in the morning."

"Okay," he replied, simply wrapping his arm tighter around you.

He didn't know if he dreamt it, but the next morning, in the early hours before the sun rose, you came into his room and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"See you later," you softly whispered, and a few minutes later, the faint sound of the apartment door shutting reached his ears.

Fall at home was a fun time. Chris loved Halloween, loved watching the beautiful leaves fall, the world around him preparing for a winter's slumber. The air was crisp, the heat, on days when it appeared, wasn't as heavy, and the cold not that harsh. It was beautifully balanced.

Out here though, he started seeing fall not from an outside perspective, but, in a way, from a tree's perspective.

The beautiful leaves fell, and he couldn't reach them again. He was left to stand bare against the oncoming winter cold, a sight that to an outsider would seem impressive, a feat of the majestic strength only nature can possess.

To Chris, it just seemed lonely.

He knew it was a natural process, drifting apart. Just like the leaves falling, it was somewhat inevitable, wasn't it? high school sweethearts were too lucky to be true. But that didn't stop a small but powerful part of him to hope. A hope that didn't come true, and now, where did that leave him?

If autumn at home was balanced, this autumn was anything but. It was almost as if he'd lost an organ, a limb. He couldn't balance the way he did before, he'd have to find a new way, but for now, he just existed in the unbalanced. It consumed his mind, what could he have done differently? Could he have stopped this?

Of course, these questions can't really be answered. Not by him or anyone else. So, he'd grow that limb back. Spring would come, and the leaves and flowers would blossom again.

But that fall, you two fell apart. And in those moments, the bareness of winter seemed insufferable.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Winter, 2006.

Winters always seemed long to Chris.

As a kid, it was because he couldn't really play outside as much, his mother fearing he'd catch a cold. So, he was sentenced to long days inside, which were often very nice honestly, hot cocoa and warm blankets never in short supply. But kids sometimes can't help but want what they can't have, can’t they?

Well, that notion clearly never left Chris, even if he's not a kid anymore.

Winters were always long, but without you, they seemed longer than ever.

You talked on occasion. You come from the same relatively small town, so losing contact wasn't truly an option, especially because you used to be so close. People would always joke about you being a package deal, hanging out together so much it became second nature.

If Chris became too bored in his own house, or just plain tired of his siblings, it was the obvious thing to go to your house, and vice versa. Now, that refuge wasn't an option anymore.

At first, it was noticeable, like a gaping wound that wouldn't close that he couldn't help running his finger over, checking if maybe it healed already. Now, it was only a dull reminder of what used to be.

It's not like Chris didn't date. He did. And from what he heard (again, small town, friends from childhood. People always filled him up on what you were doing, even when he didn't ask.) you were dating too.

He really had no right to say that it bothered him.

You came up in his mind less and less, as time went on. But winters, being gray, and void of sun, full of storms, were always more introspective. That one especially, no one special really being in his life. Not that it wasn't fun, but he missed home, being grounded, happy. He was happy, in a way, just not the way he was used to.

It was full of contradictions, his mind struggling to make sense of his entangled feelings. You weren't there, and it hurt, but really it was so long since you've been there, and there's no one else at the moment, so was he just missing you or did he just miss loving someone the way he loves y- loved you?

The clean snow a perfect juxtaposition to his clouded mind, he decided to take a walk.

The streets were bustling as always, everyone walking around with a purpose, a destination in mind, which allowed Chris to slip between the crowds, unnoticed. He went to a coffee shop, got something hot to busy his hands with, and continued his aimless journey.

He ended up at a park, sitting down on a cold bench. He took a sip from his cup, wincing slightly at his still hot beverage, before sighing, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them again at the vibration of his phone.

Pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, he held the cup carefully in his other hand as he opened the message.

Think of the devil. Although, you were anything but.

How are you?

Before he could type up an answer, his phone buzzed with another message.

I'll be in town in a week, thought we could maybe get a coffee, catch up. If you want.

He chuckled at the wording. Not a question, but a statement. Well, maybe there was some type of question there, between the lines, but to him, the answer was just as clear as the one to your question many summers ago.

Sure. When are you coming in?

Maybe, spring will be here closer than he thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Spring, 2015.

Spring was the season of rebirth, the blossoms thriving once more, the weather warmer by the day.

You once told Chris spring was your favorite season.

"Really?" he asked, turning towards you, "why?"

"It's a rewarding season. It's like… for the entirety of winter, the trees were standing bare, the animals were confined to their lairs, more or less. And now, they've made it to see the beauty, the profusion. The next year, they do it all again, of course, but spring will always be there to show them it was worth it. Plus, the weather warms up, but not too much, which is a blessing. Especially to your sweaters," you joked, referring to the countless ones you'd pretty much stolen.

But Chris knew what you meant. The blossoms of happiness were spreading out across his life these days. Not everything was perfect, of course, but it was as near perfect as it could be.

"So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" you asked next, surprising him with the sudden change of topic.

"Uh, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged. "but there's a while yet. Why, you had anything in mind?"

"Not really," you said, "that's why I asked. Anyways, think about it, will you?" you smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately before getting up, probably to put your empty cup in the sink.

He didn't know the answer to that. He had everything he could want and more.

There was something inexplicably comforting about spring. As a kid, springs always seemed like endings to Chris. The end of the school year, the end of a long winter. Only as he grew older he realized that springs are also wonderful beginnings. It was a fresh start, but also respected the past. It seemed to value the experiences of the past, yet prompting you to open a new page, giving the opportunity to start again.

Chris took that opportunity with both of his hands, especially when it came to you. Sure, every spring there would come the time of his birthday, but that was minor. Really, he celebrated you, all year but in spring especially.

Spring was the season of going to concerts together, you laughing at Chris as he's doing his best not to get recognized in his cheesy disguise of sunglasses and a hat. It's the season of going on spontaneous picnics because, "look how beautiful it is outside, Chris!", and he can't tell you no about anything. It's the season of taking Dodger out for long, long hikes, so when he comes home he falls right asleep, usually in your lap. It's the season of going out in the afternoon and it's warm, but by the time you come back it's night and it gets chilly, so Chris gives you his jacket, teasing you about how you always forget your own.

It's the season of preparing for summer as well, going through the cabinets and moving the winter clothes to the back and the summer clothes to the front. It's the season of finally using the pool again, and inviting his nephews and nieces over as well, and watching you splash around with them, carefully of course. It's the season of remembering that first summer together, and how far you've come since, together and individually.

Growing up was never easy. Growing up together was insufferable sometimes. But you fought, and you grew, and you talked things out. Spring, in a way, resembled the fact that you could overcome anything. Even after the harshest winter comes spring in all of its glory, blossom and vibrant colors.

And so, you two set out for one more great spring, and everything that will come after it. Summer was full of possibilities, but together, these possibilities didn't seem all that scary anymore.

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trainsinanime · 2 years ago

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For the "questions for fic writers": 10, 12, and 37?

Questions for fic writers

10. How do you decide what to write:

I'll skip all the "oh I don't write enough" stuff, not because it's wrong but because it's boring. So with that out the way: Generally the story that I want to read the most. That can definitely change from day to day. Sometimes it's the weird idea I got in the middle of the night. Sometimes it's a thing where I think "everybody is doing this wrong/ignoring this aspect/not writing this story that should exist and I want to do it right". Sometimes it's a collection of all the stupidest puns and jokes I could think of. But what matters is that it's a story that I really want to read myself.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I'm just a silly little bean who usually ignores everything that isn't "crack" or "funny" or "humour", but every once in a while, I do take a chance on something more angsty, and every once in a while, it works out.

If you want something more specific (and less angsty), I'd say chat fics. I used to think that was a silly waste of time where people just took whatever random things their friends said in the group discord and put them in the mouths of random characters, thinking that it was the height of comedy. But that was really doing that a disservice; there are some really good chat fics out there. I especially live for the ones where story progression is implied by pauses in the chat, and we have to use our imagination for the rest. If used well, the restrictions of this format can be really great.

(But I still draw the line at excessive random name changes. Maybe those Dragon Ball Z characters really do match, but I haven't seen that show, and I don't know who is actually talking.)

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Hm… I'm going to pick "Everyone Knows Black Cats Are Bad Luck", even though it has gotten a long tail of kudos since I published it. I'm picking it partially to promote it and partially to ask whether it should be "Everybody" instead in the title. Not sure.

I don't think the story is the greatest thing ever, but it was fun to write from Plagg's point of view, I like to write Plagg and Adrien, and I wanted to explore the "Adrien is bad luck" thing that I've seen in some fan theories. I never liked that, and that's my attempt at dealing with that.

#this is fun!

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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White Carnation

Ex!Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

a/n: iwa-chan being your ex is so painful and numbing

huhuhu angst isnt my forte but this is an exception bc chi is my sista

anon request: ex-boyfriend/childhood friend iwaizumi would be super angsty but i have no idea what they’d fight about ,, now imagine if after being kitaichi’s manager/medic, reader becomes karasuno’s medic/temporary manager (until kiyoko got recruited),, then she couldn’t come to the seijoh practice match so she has no idea her team fought her ex,,, only to find out during inter-high and everyone’s like wtf??? that spiky haired ace is your ex?? meanwhile kageyama’s like “yall didn’t know?” — chi

ong this finna be painful

its always been the three of you

with living across the oikawas came great perks

even way before you could remember, you were always with the 2 other boys: your neighbor across your house, tooru, and his best friend who practically lived there, hajime

hajime first saw you when you were covered in dirt after you were trying to catch a butterfly for tooru at the back and oikawa pushed you out of the way into a puddle of mud when he saw a bug

iwa stared at you then immediately said ‘my name is iwaijumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

yep thats really how it went

and poor babie didnt know how to pronounce his ‘z’s yet so it sounds like ‘j’s :(

while tooru liked you because you werent like other girls who stayed inside and played dolls instead playing outside

you played with him at his back yard with the volleyball he owned and always made him laugh and have fun

iwa liked you because you didnt shy away from bugs, instead you were braver than tooru and even helped iwa look for any beetles and caught them for him to keep as pets

they liked you because you were like them

you were like one of the bois

but that kinda hurt you in the future

as you all grew up, you started going through yanno teenager things

like you started to have crushes

specifically on your best friend, iwaizumi hajime

thankfully tooru didnt see you like that and still saw you as one of the bois and saw you as that annoying twin sister

but unfortunately, iwa did too

every time you made an effort to do something to emphasize that you were, hello, a girl, he would laugh and tease you

‘hehe i didnt think you even knew what a dress was!’

was his comment when you came over wearing a yellow sundress with flats

tooru, who you shared these secrets with, gave you a worried glance but you smiled, covering up the hurt

‘meh. my mom forgot to dry my clothes so i had to wear these old clothes’

no, they werent old

they were just bought yesterday with the intention of finally being recognized as girl and complimented

but the person it was for, couldnt even be bothered to remember that you werent just one of the boys and that you possibly wanted to be told that you were pretty or cute

your other best friend noticed your quietness and he stood up from his crouching position and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look at him

your teary eyes made him sigh but he grinned at you

‘its really pretty, y/n-chan! you should wear it more often! pretty things deserve to be seen and complimented’

god why couldnt you have a crush on oikawa tooru instead

why did it have to be towards the boy who was too caught up with catching bugs and playing ball to ever see you differently and has never said a single praise towards you?

‘what do you think, iwa-chan? isnt she pretty?’

oikawa hinted but hajime remained his eyes on the tv as the players hit the ball, too distracted to even be bothered to look at you

‘she looks the same’

he mumbled and your nose stung and eyes watered, looking down to hide the wobbling of your lips

‘its okay, kawa-chan. can i wear your clothes for now? i dont like this dress thats why i never wore it’

oikawa tried to stop you but you were already straight up the stairs and towards his room

he angrily stomped over to iwa and slapped his arm, startling the other boy and him snarling in pain

‘what the-’

‘youre so dumb. youre so mean. i wonder where she went wrong and what she saw. seriously’

he ranted and moved to sit back on the floor but not before kicking iwaizumi, making him fall on his side

‘OI KUSOKA-’

‘so whos winning?’

your voice interrupted iwa’s mid-scream and he looked up from the floor to see you wearing an alien hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts that were a little too loose so they drooped by your knees

your originally curled and elegantly braided hair was now pulled up into a bun by a scrunchie that you left around the house from years ago

there was a bit of redness around your eyes and iwa scrambled up to check if you were okay since your face looked swollen

‘oi, did you eat something weird? your face is all red so youre probably having a reaction’

he fretted and you watched as his hands glided across your face and held you by the shoulders to take a closer look

‘yea, a reaction from a bad reaction’

thankfully iwa was too busy checking to hear oikawa snarkily whisper and you sent him a glare that made him quiet down

‘haji-kun, im fine’

you dismissed and side stepped to go sit next to oikawa, completely brushing him off

now iwa was confused

you would usually smile up at him, say ‘aw~ are you worried about me, haji-kun?’ then skip over

not frown and act so coldly

‘oi, y/n, what-’

‘lets go to the bakery! theres a sale going on there!’

oikawa shouted which made you jolt in surprise

he knew of his best friend’s beginning interrogation but he knew you were too upset to be bothered by hajime’s questions

‘they have a buy one get one sale on milk bread! and those-those treats you like! theyre on sale too!’

omg oikawa is a real one 🥺

oikawa blinked harshly at you to go along with the act and you stuttered and nodded

‘uh-eung! yea!’

that was probably the moment that iwaizumi started noticing

except he thought it was a pining between his best friends rather than you towards him

ofc iwa was a loyal friend

he thought that you and oikawa were two people who were crushing on each other yet too afraid to say anything

tbh he shouldve seen this coming because duh you were an incredibly pretty girl and oikawa was the handsomest guy in the whole area!

it was almost,,, natural for you both to gravitate towards each other

maybe thats why,,,

he started to distance himself to give you both the space and want without him in between

maybe thats why,,,

he started to feel these feelings of,, jealousy?? like he started to feel a little scared and honestly he wasnt sure who to be jealous of bc he knew once you started dating, you’d both be too busy to hang out with him

maybe thats why,,,

he was no longer your friend

iwaizumi hajime became a simple stranger you would just pass by in the hall

it happened around the 2nd year of middle school

you and oikawa were still close friends but you have drifted away into not being as close while you and iwaizumi became,,,, distant

basically strangers

the boy you used to dream about when you were 8 and dreamt of marrying once you were old enough

he was no longer him

before, you and iwa were actually really close without oikawa

like you would hang out when oikawa was too busy with takeru

you both would go to the arcade and play games with no fear of oikawa whining and complaining to take turns

you had a lot of fun together and yet, all of a sudden, everything stopped

because iwa knew how,,, possessive oikawa was

he thought that if he were to continue being friends with you, he would risk losing his best friend out of jealousy or misunderstandings and he didnt want that precious bond to be ruined by a girl

even if that girl,,,

was you

thats why it was so awkward when you came over to oikawa’s house after so long and seeing him there, eating breakfast in the kitchen

your best friend didnt want to tell you that iwa spent the night bc quite frankly, oikawa was already fed up with this

you think he didnt know?

you think he didnt know that iwa distanced himself due to an unknown misunderstanding?

you think he didnt know that you also distanced yourself due to being hurt as he casted you aside?

and oikawa was also worried

he didnt want to ever bring up your name with iwa bc to be honest, he didnt think iwa even liked you all that much

he thought that iwa only tolerated you for so long bc you were the only girl who wasnt in love with oikawa and knew you long enough to be comfortable w you

but babie oiks is misunderstood that :(

he didnt want to ever bring up his name with you bc he knew how sensitive it was for you and how sad and pained you were when he suddenly stopped even replying to your texts

one time when you cornered him, he looked angry and gently pushed you back and quickly walked away

no he was scared that oikawa could see you both and misunderstand

‘just,,, stay away from me, okay? its better this way’

god you wanted to scream at him and shout at him and punch him but he kept silent and refused to answer your questions and refused to acknowledge your existence

you were so confused and you were just so hurt and eventually, you became indifferent to him and treated him the same way

anyways

you stepped into the house, not even bothering to shout your arrival and quickly wandered through the hallway before turning the corner to go to the kitchen

but you stopped, seeing the familiar hair with olive eyes eating breakfast on the kitchen island, also stopping with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth at the sight of you

your gazes clashed and you blinked before your lips formed into a thin line, turning and going to the fridge and look for food

iwa wasnt surprised

he figured you were both getting closer to dating and you were already basically living in his house

it all makes sense

BRUH THEYVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE THEY WERE LTR BORN LIKE BLS THEYRE JUST SIBLINGS

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

‘h-how are you’

he mumbled, trying to fix the awkward silence while cursing inside of how long oikawa was taking to shit

you hummed, taking a water bottle and slamming the fridge door shut, harder than necessary

‘oh, now you see me?’

you really didnt mean for it to be a snarky comment but it came out before you even realized what you said

he winced

‘listen, im-’

‘oh? youre here, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice cut him off and he returned back to his bowl of rice, leaving you standing there furrowing your brows

you shrugged, already knowing that hajime was like this, so you turned to look at oikawa with a wrinkled nose at the sound of the toilet flushing

‘tooru, did you drink straight milk again? you know how it makes your stomach upset’

you chided and tooru turned red at the implication of his dookie

‘o-oi! y/n-chan! of course id know if i was lactose intolerant!’

i just think how funny it would be like the irony of his love for milk bread yet being lactose intolerant at the same time

he huffed and you nodded but not exactly believing him

‘kay kay’

you teased and walked to the living room but oikawa caught you in a headlock and he ruffled your hair while you complained and whined to let you go

you were giggling as tooru was giving you noogies, feeling the tension leave your body

all while iwa was watching

maybe it was because he stopped hanging out with you and havent seen you like this for almost a year

so carefree and so happy as you scored higher than him at the hoop game and he would begrudgingly let you hug him when he managed to win you a doll from the claw machine

but yea he definitely forgot your smile

he forgot how it looked like bc the last time you met gazes, you sent him a hurt glance and looked away and he knew he deserved that

god he hated it

but no, he was doing this for tooru

he was doing this because his best friend liked someone who actually deserved him

but dear god why did it hurt

iwa was starting to wonder if he made the right choice

he could easily handle you two dating

right?

maybe that was when iwa started to realize,,, he was starting to feel different towards you

the time apart definitely made him remember why he was friends with you

you weren’t like those girls he saw in tv or outside with the frilly clothes and the makeup and the fancy hair

no that wasnt you

you were different

you were too lazy to even pick out a cute outfit, opting for comfort with one of their sweatshirts and sweatpants

you preferred to chase after butterflies rather than sitting inside bc hajime’s adventurous spirit latched itself on to you too

you would usually climb the tree to get the volleyball that got stuck up in the branches bc tooru was too scared of heights and you wanted to prove your strength and capability

god you were so different

what if you liked him instead?

iwa startled himself with that thought in the middle of eating and caused him to choke on his rice

tooru noticed him coughing violently so he grabbed the water bottle from your hand and threw it straight towards the boy

iwa snapped the cap open,not caring where that water came from, and chugged it down before sighing in relief after the quite scary situation

you then realized what happened and you turned red, speedwalking into the living room

oiks totally didnt do that on purpose and he was doing the lenny face at you before switching masks and wearing a worried one for iwa

‘iwa-chan! you need to slow down!’

he chided and iwaizumi yelled at him to be quiet, completely clueless to the fact that he just shared an indirect kiss with you

but you did and lordie did you hate it

from then on,,,

iwa was just seeing you everywhere

iwa saw you from his classroom when you would go hang out with your new friends outside

he noticed you not even being too loud, only speaking up when asked while the others opted to continue talking about nonsense you probably gave no care about with how you secretly rolled your eyes

those moments made him laugh

the next time you both ran into each other was during his morning practice

oikawa phoned you in the morning while you were getting ready, saying he accidentally left his knee pads at home and he was already at school but you werent so he wanted you to bring them to him

you knew damn well that iwaizumi hajime would be there but you didnt care because youre not even friends anymore after he just dropped you like that

YES SISTER WE DESERVE BETTER

so thats why you found yourself pushing the metal gym door open at 6 in the morning and shouting oikawa’s name

his eyes brightened at your voice and he dropped the ball to run towards you by the door

‘oh my god thank you so much, y/n-chan!’

he shouted and hugged you out of excitement while you cringed and hit him to get off of you

‘ew dont touch me trashykawa’

you mumbled and he whined, finally stepping away with a pout

iwa was watching you both from the side and he blinked, wondering if you were trying a new hairstyle

if not, then you changed something bc currently, you practically glowing to him

he watched you scold oikawa for being forgetful and him begging for forgiveness but also thanking you before he was scoldede again by the coach

but the coach was relieved that he could finally play with the proper equipment and not risk anymore injuries

oikawa was already bidding you good bye and you were about to turn to leave when you finally met the many gazes of iwaizumi hajime

your eyebrows unconsciously furrowed together and your lips turned to a frown then you sharply turned and walked through the doors

unbeknownst to him, oikawa watched as his best friend’s face turned hurt at your expression and remained staring at the door you just went out of even when you were already gone

‘iwa-chan, lets get to practice’

after that

iwa has concluded god has decided to be mean to him

bc who was giving him these weird heart attacks and tummy aches at the simple sight of you?

literally he ignored you for a good time yet now hes noticing you again?

what kinda unfairness-

but you proved to accept his previous behavior by not even giving him a single glance anymore

that made him sad so iwa would sometimes stop doing what hes doing so he could freely stare at you laugh at something a classmate said during class

thats totally not creepy iwa lol

he doesnt even know hes doing it sometimes bc hes so absorbed on trying to figure out the answers of his questions

but the worst was when he got caught

you sat at the very front and oikawa and iwa sat at the back

it was lunchtime and you were eating with a few girls and a guy from another class and yall were laughing and talking together

iwa had oikawa and these other guys makki and matsukawa from the class next door to eat lunch with

can i please just dream that our third year seijoh boys were actually friends since the very beginning like pls and thanks

oikawa was rambling about how some girl giving him cookies the other day when he noticed iwa not listening but staring at you while moving his chopsticks around

poor iwa-chan was confused as to how even with messy hair, you still looked beautiful?

like no matter what angle or how you turned, the light always seemed to hit you perfectly to accent out your features

how was that possible?

‘-and she just-iwa-chan? iwaizumi?’

he called out and said boy jolted, eyes widening at the confused, bored, and knowing eyes

‘hm?’

‘oh? were you looking at y/n-chan?’

oikawa teased and the gojira fanboy waved his hands around to deny that statement

but makki chuckled and leaned in

‘hm, wouldnt blame ya. shes really pretty you know? some guy in our class saw the girls ranking and shes in the top 5′

okay iwa was angry

was it because everyone else noticed how pretty you are?

was it because you were part of this list?

was it because his own friend said you were pretty?

why did he even care anyways?!

oikawa smirked at the clenched fist under the table and decided to poke fun even more

‘oh really? well, it doesnt really matter because its always the girl’s decision right? but most of the time, their choice is utter trash’

the meme duo shared a confused look

‘hah? what are you going on about, oikawa’

oikawa internally apologized to you after what hes about to do because hes so tired and exhausted of having to be so careful and walking on eggshells between you two

so he did an oikawa move

‘yanno how y/n-chan and i have been friends since we were little ducklings right? so ages ago, like ages ago, little y/n-chan had a crush on this brute bc for some reason she thought he was brave or something and apparently thats appealing to girls rather than the nice and gentlemanly type. but of course, yanno how this goes, he pooped up and now hes stuck on doing this weird stalking staring thing. right, iwa-chan~?’

okay im sorry i take it back oikawa is a bitch

iwa shook

you,,, had a what on who?!

a crush on him?!

is he the brute?!

so it wasnt oikawa?

it was to him?

then why did you act like that?

why did you both act like that?

‘what’

iwaizumi mumbled and he met oikawa’s pointed gaze

‘hmm,,,, you dont have to worry about it anymore though since theyre not even friends anymore. but listen to me and listen well, makki, mattsun, if you hurt a girl even once, theyre never going to forget it. my sister said that apparently theres this little voice in their head that tells them that theyre going to get hurt again and thats where their trust issues begin to develop and--IWA-CHAN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!’

iwa was already out of his seat and straight walking towards you and your group before stopping beside your chair

your friends quieted down at the sight of the known boy and you blinked then turned your head to see him, your eyes instantly turning dark and looking away immediately

‘what the hell do you want’

you hissed and natsu almost choked on his rice ball if it wasnt for another girl patting his back

‘it was me, right? all along, not oikawa, but me?’

his meek voice made you look up in confusion

‘what are you talking-’

‘you chose me instead him’

then it was like a click that you realized what he said

‘how did you know’

‘i-i’

he stuttered but was cut off when the teacher finally arrived to announce the end of lunch and iwa was forced to go back to his seat

the whole class time, you would sneak glances back and iwa would be staring at his paper while oikawa would wink at you and give you smirks

OH GOD HE TOLD HIM

after class you stomped up to the brunette haired boy

‘how could you?! why did you tell-’

‘lets talk, y/n? please?’

iwa was holding your arm and you glared at him before turning away and walking away

oikawa patted him on the shoulder in good luck and whispered,

‘get your girl’

the rooftop ledge looked really delicious right now

no words were exchanged so you were both just silent with you staring at him while he was looking off to the side

‘so what? now you know and so what do you want?’

you spoke first and iwa guiltily met your eyes

‘everything was,,, a mess. i misunderstood and i didnt communicate and i,,, messed up’

he mumbled the last part but you caught it perfectly causing you to scoff

‘damn right you did. so now you know and then youre going to do the cliche thing they do in those dramas where you magically profess your love for me and-’

‘hey y/n lets date’

you froze and looked at him shocked with wide eyes and jaw dropped

‘excuse me? who are you to say that?!’

you shrieked

‘first you think i have some big crush on tooru and this caused you to basically drop me like a damn pencil and second youre asking me to date you? iwaizumi hajime i thought you were always the smarter one. what the hell are you spouting you damn imbecile-’

iwa did the only thing he thought of

he quickly leaned forward and pecked your lips

he saw some guy do it in a telenovela that his mom watched a week ago and that was how the girl got silent so iwa thought it would be smart to shut you up that way

and it worked

bc you were so conflicted: angry, confused, sad, happy

you was the whole range of emotions in one second

‘i was stupid. and i was dumb. i wanted to give you and shittykawa space because i thought he liked you and he would be mad and misunderstand if we continued hanging out without him. but you shouldve told me you liked me, baka. maybe i wouldve come to like you back’

iwa rambled but your eyes watered and you huffed, slapping him across the face but pulled his collar to kiss him again

tbh iwa was shook bc he got 2 kisses in a row today and hes never been kissed before and its from this really pretty girl

‘how dare you kiss me and still not like me’

you seethed when you pulled away

but iwa held your hands

‘im starting to come to. give me time and i’ll accept your confession’

and give him time you did bc you finally were able to try and mend that friendship again and soon, you were already starting to fall back in love with him

but iwa also

during the end of your 2nd year, iwa nervously tugged you to the rooftop and you smirked

‘what? you gonna profess your love for me haji-kun?’

you teased and expected him to laugh and smack you gently but he didnt

he turned red and he looked down at his shoes as he magically produced a flower out of nowhere

‘please accept me, y/n!’

he shouted while holding out the single white carnation

your eyebrows scrunched and you grabbed the flower from his hands before punching him weakly

‘stupid! stupid haji-kun! i already accepted you! since we were five! how could you not see my feelings’

you whimpered, trying to hide the blush on your face but he smothered you to a hug, making you both topple over in the process

you had the cliched term of ‘summer love’

of course you still hung out with tooru but you both would hang out other days just you both

like you and iwa liked going over to some old playground by your house and you both would watch the sky on top of the slide assembly while talking about stupid stuff and the future

‘haji-kun, do you know what you want to be when youre old?’

you asked and he turned his head to look at you but you were focused on the stars

‘gojira’

he simply replied and you giggled, reaching over to hit his chest

‘baka. you cant be gojira-san’

iwa found himself giggling with you before he reached down to softly interwine your fingers and hold them up to look at them

‘hm, i dont really know. maybe a volleyball player. or someone in the volleyball team, i dont know’

you hummed, knowing him and tooru’s shared love for the sport

‘i wanna be a doctor. i want to save lives and help people and make money too! my mothers friend offered to intern me but apparently im still too young’

you pouted

iwa listened to you but then a lightbulb rang in his head

‘oi, y/n’

he started and you looked at him

‘you can be our manager. or medic. or doctor person. that bastard is going to push himself even harder because naoki-senpai gave him that damn position and he might kill himself trying to beat that farmer dude. besides, shittykawa is going to be the captain next year and i’ll be vice so youd easily get it anyways. so you in?’

you blinked at him before breaking out to a smile

‘eung! i wanna see my baby play what he loves!’

iwa’s face contorted to disgust

‘bABy?! iM nOt a BABY! im A mAn!! mAN!!’

‘mhm, okay. my mans, haji bara arms is my mans’

your relationship is very balanced with the perfect ratio of crackhead and seriousness and understanding bc as we ALL KNOW EVERYTHING STARTED W A MISUNDERSTANDING

like if he accidentally said something that hurt your feelings like that dress incident from years ago btw you brought it up to him and told him you were practically traumatized by that and he kept on apologizing and appearing at your doorstep with a white carnation in apology you would gently tell him bc communication is K E Y and he would tell you sorry and you guys would understand and make up

you guys were so lovey dovey that ltr oikawa would fake gag and throw up to the side when he catches you guys even doing things like holding hands

like bls he sees that flesh to flesh contact and he wretches his breakfast

‘ew, its the settling down for me’

‘its the flatness of the ass for me’

you stuck your tongue out while he pouted and iwa looked so proud like oml

you guys were still at the honeymoon phase where everything was peaches and rainbows and it continued until your 3rd year

as mentioned above, iwa basically gave you the managerial position

like yall were walking to school during the first day talking about how worried yall were at passing your classes when suddenly he was all like ‘ill see you in the gym later?’

you smiled and blinked confusingly

‘hm? you want a cheerleader there, baby?’

he flushed red at the nickname and furrowed his eyebrows

‘baka, stop calling me that’

you giggled and dodged his gentle smack but he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his chest

‘i thought we already agreed that you would be our medic slash manager? i mean, it could give you experience for the future right?’

you rested your chin on his front to look up at him and your face held a teasing smirk

‘hmmm~~~ haji-kun just admit it. you want me to be there to cheer you on~’

you teased and nuzzled your cheek on him

iwa scoffed but he couldnt help a soft smile appearing

‘i mean-yea, but its for the future so ill help you every way i can’

‘oya? the future? will you marry me in the future, haji-kun?’

‘MARRY?! HOW DID YOU GET MARRY OUT OF THAT, BRAT’

‘AAWWWWW DONT BE SUCH A TSUNTSUN HAJI-KU-ACKDKJFSLKJNOT THE HAIR!!!’

sure enough you were at the gym after school

the coaches knew you werent a fangirl of oikawa bc hes seen you since the very beginning and oikawa clears you are actually a sister to him and you were fit for the job

ofc hes captain and someone as good as oikawa was going to get what he wants

the gym was full of newbies and recruits hoping to get into the powerhouse team and your eyes scanned to find those ridiculously pretty olive eyes that belonged to your beloved-

‘HAJI-KUN~~!!!’

you waved and shouted loudly, gaining his and everyone else’s attention as well

the underclassmen cooed and awed at you bc their senpai who was famous for being really pretty was in the building

‘waaaa its l/n-senpai’

‘shes so pretty’

‘oMG shes righT iN FroNT oF me!!’

yea you get the gist

the poor ‘haji-kun’ was shrinking under the attention and was growling at oikawa’s teasing look but he begrudgingly held his arms out for you to run into them and snuggle into him

‘hmmm i missed you, haji-kun. im really sad we’re in different classes this year. but then again! i can be here with you!’

you pouted and he ruffled your hair affectionately

‘why else do you think i offered it brat’

oikawa rolled his eyes and gagged before taking your arm to the coach so he could sort you out

‘honestly! not in front of the children, okay?!’

but everything was quickly resolved and you were finally officially their manager/medic

you did managerial duties and you were the go-to when someone falls harshly or gets hurt in any way

in between homework, school, reading medical books, and practice, you and iwa havent spent a lot of time together and tbh that was quite straining your relationship??

like it was something that you saw coming and you both even had a talk about it but you still feel like you didnt prepare enough when it did come

one day, it was monday and there was no practice so you and iwa were walking home together

he squeezed your hand occassionally and you would sing and hum while walking

and omg his heart would balloon up when you would smile up at him and giggle when you would catch him staring

he honestly thought youd both hang out and just lay on the couch, snuggle, yanno the routine

but once you pulled out your textbooks, notebooks, and pens, he was confused

like he even held your hands and stopped you from pulling anything else out

‘y/n? i thought we were,, watching a movie or something?’

you blinked and shook your head

‘i need to study for a test and i still need to memorize how to treat a sprain, haji-kun. there’s more important things to do right now. maybe later?’

more important things?!

more important than showering you with love?

more important than even spending a second with him?

now, dont get him wrong, iwaizumi hajime was by no means a clingy and possessive boyfriend

he understood the boundaries and he understood the priorities

but dear god its been WEEKS since he even hung out w you since your entire schedule seemed to throw him out of loop and acted as if he didnt exist

and now, he was aggrivated and irritated and he wanted nothing but to just cuddle his girlfriend

you noticed his huff and pout but he remained silent

you quirked an eyebrow and placed your pen down

‘haji? whats wrong?’

his eyes snapped to you and you knew now he was angry

‘oh? were you able to spare a few seconds for dear old me?’

you were taken aback and you knew there was a fight brewing so you hid your growing irritation and calmly put your things aside

‘hajime, what are you on about?’

you pried and he looked shocked, almost offended

‘what am i on about? what am i on about? y/n, do you know the last time i even came over? the last time i held you and just talked?’

his voice got louder by every word and you quickly stood up

‘dont you dare raise your voice at me, hajime. if we have a problem, we talked over it calmly. we dont yell or shout, nothing gets resolved. we talked about this’

but he scoffed

‘talked? when was that? when did we actually just talk? hm? because I sure as hell dont remember it’

youve only seen hajime angry once and it was when you lied to him to go spend time with oikawa

okay in your defense, oikawa was having a panic attack and he begged you not to tell iwa because he didnt want to be scolded by iwa even though you kept telling him that iwa wasnt like that

and theres a reason as to why its only been a one-time thing because iwa was known to have patience that was as long as the damn nile river

except for oikawa bc it seems oikawa just cuts that patience by a million

and when he finally snaps, its when he couldnt take it anymore and he finally gets loose

when iwaizumi hajime was angry, you really done it

you didnt really know how you handled that anger so you were at a loss and you were feeling conflicted and pained at the way he looked at you

‘h-hajime,,,’

you started and he looked at you expectantly

‘well? when did we last actually talk outside the school premises y/n?’

there was that inner witty voice of yours that wanted to say ‘right now?’ but you held it in bc he was completely serious

‘hajime, please understand. i-i dont want to let anyone down! my grades! the team! i-’

‘but what about me, y/n?’

he tiredly asked

‘do those things-those people- matter more than me? and i really really dont want to ask that but im so so confused y/n’

despite sounding manipulative, you knew iwa was feeling defeated and he couldnt help but ask those questions and sound so desperate

so you scrambled to sit next to him on the couch and held him against you

‘of course you matter to me-haji you mean everything to me, you understand? god, if an adult hears me theyd think im crazy but i love you, hajime. i love you and im so sorry if i ever made you feel that way because i really didnt mean to, okay? im so sorry’

you sobbed and he turned to fully envelop you into his arms and he sighed contently, remembering how good it felt to have you right there

‘no, im sorry, doll. i was being clingy and i didnt mean to lash out, i-’

you slightly let go and cupped his face

‘nonono you were perfectly valid. what you felt was perfectly reasonable. i havent been a good girlfriend lately, huh?’

you sadly smiled but he kissed you, holding you even closer

‘youre always a good one to me. always. just with a not good schedule but we can fix that, right?’

SORRY I REALLY DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE A FIGHTING SCENE BC ITS ANGSTY AND I DONT DO WELL WITH ANGST BC IT MAKES ME CRY 😭

tbh that was really your only big fight

even when you guys graduated middle school, you both were still quite happy and you both worked hard to make time for each other

HOWEVER

when high school arrived, you both had chosen an extremely hard decision

you chose to go to karasuno while oikawa and iwa went to seijoh

which was a,,,, hard and difficult decision

in fact, you both didnt have a fight per se, just a disagreement that ended in like 30 minutes lmao

tbh its so scary and concerning of how rarely you both have bad times and how quickly it gets resolved

BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS AN ANGST REQUEST SO ILL OF COURSE BRING IN THE SADNESS

you were busy with karasuno and you were actually taking college courses since you wanted to have a good record if you ever wanted to get into a medical field

that meant you had a lot of homework and most of your time was spent with schoolwork or interning for that family friend mentioned earlier

and you were also a manager for the volleyball team bc karasuno is a butt and they require you to have an after school club

so that meant,,,

no time for iwa

and fate just so happens to hate you bc the days you did have off, he would be busy with volleyball and he wouldnt be able to spend time with you

even weekends were like that

eventually, you both went for 2 months with no contact, just a few text messages and calls

and that strained your former strong relationship

and you knew that iwa was getting angry again with how he even typed his responses

‘want me to bring over snacks for the team?’

‘its okay. wouldnt want you to waste time or anything’

like that type of bull

you were getting increasingly worried because you havent had a good proper time to talk to him about it and you didnt want to fight over the phone

your best friend, kiyoko, noticed your anxious ticks and she snapped you out of your current daydream

‘hey? y/n? you okay?’

she gently asked and you blinked before nodding

‘mhm. just,,, thinking’

but she didnt buy that lie because you went back to chewing your lips and eyes even watering

‘i can revise your notes for you, y/n. and the team isnt doing anything big so i can handle it. you just go see him after school bc i cant handle you being sad anymore’

kiyoko gently smiled and you almost cried bc finally! you were able to clear your schedule enough to go visit your boyfriend

at the end of the school day, you bolted out of there and you were running and huffing all the way to seijoh bc you really wanted to talk to him as soon as possible

the gym was clear in view and you smiled, looking forward to seeing your beloved boy, when you saw him and oikawa being surrounded by girls

now keep in mind, youve suffered through middle school with oikawa and you were his best friend and has known him since you were a toddler

so you know of his looks and the attraction it brought him from all the females

so that didnt really bother you

but what bothered you was the horde of girls that stuck on to your boyfriend and he didnt even look bothered

just,,, blank

not even pushing away or feeding into their actions

just,,, standing there

‘haji?’

you called out and as if he had a built-in sensor for you, his ears twitched and he swiveled to look at you

‘y/n’

he breathed out and you smiled gently

iwa quickly moved away from the girls and he grabbed your hand so you both could go somewhere else to talk privately

the back of the gym was quiet and you leaned against the wall, iwa joining you shortly

‘how-how are you?’

you asked and he scoffed, totally surprising you

‘is this how we are y/n? asking each other questions as if we’re friends who are meeting for the first time in a while? wait--actually we are arent we?’

you grimaced and looked to the side, knowing he starts his stages of anger with being passive aggressive

‘haji,, please understand’

you pleaded and swiveled to stand in front of him

iwa didnt meet your eyes, instead shoving his hands in his pants pockets and eyes trained to his shoes as he kicked rocks

‘y/n, ive been trying,, for months ive been understanding. please dont ask me to understand anymore’

he snipped and you sniffed

‘im doing this because-because my grades are starting to matter! my future is resting on these years! i have to-’

‘dont you think i know that?!’

he cut you off harshly

your eyes were shaking at his attempt to calm himself down and his trembling hands

‘dont you think i know that you are doing this for that? because ive known you since i was five y/n and i know you would push everything-everyone- else aside to reach a damn goal of yours. no matter the cost, as long as you get it, right? well youve always been like that and somehow i still accepted that yet years later here we are’

iwa waved his arms around to accentuate his point and hurt was bubbling inside your chest at a subtle jab at your flaw

‘well im sorry mr. volleyball ace player! im not talented in any area so i have to depend on my studies to get me a future! so fck me for trying to survive and create a life for us!’

‘us?! how is this for us?! y/n we cant even last a single year being apart and youre already thinking ahead of the future?!’

‘im doing this for you! for us! just wait hajime! we will be happy-’

‘I DONT CARE IF ITS FOR THE FCKING FUTURE! I WANT TO BE HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! AND WHY DOES THE FCKING FUTURE MATTER SO DAMN MUCH WHEN WE CANT EVEN-’

‘BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!’

you shrieked

‘HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME IF YOURE NOT LOVING ME?!’

he huffed and harshly wiped away tears that fell

your lips trembled, hands shakingly reaching out to grasp his arms

‘ha-hajime,, don-’

‘should we break up?’

was he asking you this right now?

seriously?

‘what?’

you whispered and he finally looked up to let you see his pained eyes

‘y/n do you know what day it was yesterday?’

he asked and you blinked, looking everywhere as you tried to remember any important events

‘t-tuesday?’

that seemed to snap his patience

with an angry grunt, he turned to punch the wall and crouch to hide his face in his hands

‘damn it, y/n’

he whimpered and your heart broke as you could hear his cries

then it clicked

anniversary

it was your 2nd anniversary

and you completely missed it

completely forgotten

you shrunk back and let out a cry before placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries

‘ha-haji-’

you sniffled and you tried to go closer to him but he wiped his eyes and stood back up

‘y/n lets break up’

iwa requested with a cracked smile

your eyes widened and you ran to his chest, wrapping your arms around him as if you let go, he would disappear

‘haji, we can talk about this! we cant-please dont do this-i can fix this-’

‘we will only hurt ourselves even more if we continue this. i dont want us to hurt anymore y/n. so please, for once, listen to me’

your heart shattering cries filled your space and he didnt think it was this hard until he finally said it

it was a decision that he has been hanging around for a while and even consulted oikawa about it

‘iwa-chan, if you love y/n so much, its best to let her go. dont make you both suffer anymore’

‘i cant-hajime youre it for me-please dont leave-’

you hiccuped and continued to sob

but iwa remained a pillar and squeezed you tightly against him

‘darling i believe we were meant to be. but we just did it all wrong. when the time is right, lets start over again’

he whispered, finally breaking down with you in his arms

-------

iwaizumi hajime became a taboo word for you

even with oikawa, he swore and vowed to never say either of your names and made sure that you would not be around the area when iwa would come over

like even when he knew iwa would just stay inside, he would be constantly on the lookout to make sure you both didnt see each other

the last time was when you both saw each other in the morning as you exited your house to walk to school

it must’ve been a few months after the breakup and even oikawa felt the raw pain hovering in the air

it was suffocating and oikawa had to motion you to walk because if you both stayed even a second, someone-or both- would start crying

you continued like that for years until you reached your third year

you continued being part of the volleyball team as the medic while kiyoko was the manager

the new recruits were causing up a storm and you were particularly fond of your kita kouhai kageyama tobio

‘kageyama? kageyama tobio?’

you asked once you caught sight of the familiar looking blueberry

he looked up and recognized you as his former manager

‘l/n-senpai!’

he shouted and you ran up to give the boy a hug

‘gosh! youre so tall now! i remembered when you were wee tall!’

you teased and ruffled his hair

‘uh-you know him, y/n?’

suga asked and you nodded

‘eung! we went to the same middle school and i was a manager there’

‘she was friends with iwa-’

ope

something flashed in your eyes

kiyoko knew that name bc of how you were so depressed about it for 2 years and she started shouting random nonsense, scaring the 2nd and first years

‘y/n! we got new medical tape!’

she sang out and you perked up

‘finally?! we dont have to use duct tape anymore?!’

you excitedly ran over and everyone was both shook that kiyoko was loud and two, you were actually excited over medical tape

kageyama shrugged and continued on training

he kinda figured something happened so he never said anything or asked you anything in fear of upsetting you

and when it was announced that you were going to a practice match with seijoh, kiyoko actually told you she would cover it to make sure you dont see him there

‘its fine, y/n, i got you’

but ofc, you couldnt skip inter high

ltr an event when anyone in the team could get injured so you forced yourself to just ignore it and go

you did a good job of hiding whenever he was in view until the time they actually faced each other

you were walking alongside kiyoko and settling some things down at the bench when you felt his stare

you grimaced at his intense stare and the entire team mistakenly took it as him being interested in you

‘HAH?! LOOK AWAY YOU BEANSPROUT!’

noya growled

‘YEA! DONT LOOK!’

ofc hinata echoed

the 3 seijoh third years exchanged looks of unease when iwa sighed and looked away

‘oi! dont do that, boke!’

kageyama chided and hit the orange boy with a water bottle at the head

hinata whined and glared at him

‘that porcupine was looking at l/n-senpai! he wants to steal her!’

‘boke-’

‘doesnt matter anyways. we broke up ages ago’

you tried to say it jokingly but they couldnt miss the crack in your voice

‘hah?! he broke up with you?! you?! goddess l/n-san?!’

tanaka raged and noya had his own face of shock

the famous seijoh ace dated you?!

this handsome bara arms muscle buff man had the priviledge to date you and yet broke up with you?!

‘yall didnt know that?’

kageyama questioned and everyone glared at him

‘how do you know’

‘i just did. i didnt want to say anything for this same reason that you guys didnt know and she wouldnt want her business out there’

he simply replied and continued filing his nails

you looked up and smiled

‘it doesnt matter anymore. it was years ago so its fine’

‘L/N-SAN WE WILL AVENGE YOU!’

‘WE WILL! WE WILL!!’

the three stooges swore and you smiled softly, ruffling each boy’s hair

‘then go out there and make me proud’

but we know how this goes

they lost and you were so devastated for the others and you dropped your bag to go and comfort a crying hinata

‘sshh, dont cry dont cry. im right here’

you cooed and he accepted your embrace, hugging you tightly

once he finally calmed down, you were able to get him to a good enough condition to walk to the bus to go home

you went back to get your bag when you found something on top of it

a single white carnation

and a small ripped piece of paper that said,

‘my name is iwaizumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

a/n: iknowiknowiknow i died but im not back to life and this request was lowkey difficult and i dont think i did a good job w it because angst always gets too angsty for me but i couldnt resist giving this a sad ending like bls!!! and uwu im still working on that oikawa route bc ya girl cant decide how angsty she wants it to beeee and i have like 4 different versions of the route in my drafts hehehe,,,, but i hope yall liked this and uwu ive never been in a serious relationship before so i wouldnt know what to fight about and came up with this:(

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Drarry for Beginners: Muggle Draco

I started this series with two of my fave tropes (Magical Houses and 8th year) and will now close it with my other two faves. I love this concept so much - either Draco living in the Muggle world or just exploring it for the first time - that I couldn’t narrow it down to 3 recs. These 5 fics are brilliant because they present rich, creative and diverse takes, so it wouldn’t have been fair to exclude any. I hope you all enjoy these masterpieces as much as I do!

Open For Repairs by @drarrytrash (2015, M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things. feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary

This is such a poignant read, quiet, insightful and very atmospheric! This take where Draco works at a Muggle shop and stays under the radar is one of my favorites. Like the summary points out these boys are sad™ and connect over their loneliness, which means this is a quite melancholic fic. The pacing is great and they fall in love so naturally and gently it gives me a lump in the throat. I love the metaphor linking Draco’s mending life to the repair shop. His arc is powerful and bittersweet; the author never lets us forget about their struggles and vulnerabilities even as they go from tentative to close friends. This is a lovely story about healing and understanding, about finding solace together and welcoming new beginnings. A balm to the lonely hearts!

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (2020, E, 36k)

See also: Moldova’s Magical Tea, another fic with Muggle references by the same author

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

This fic blew me away - it’s such a powerful and devastating portrait of Harry’s generation, with layered characters full of hopes and struggling to find their place after the war. Harry’s arc is heartbreaking and I love how @aibidil explores his childhood issues early on. We get to see everyone’s reactions from his perspective, and I’m in awe of Hermione and Ginny’s voices. The Drarry slow burn is gentle and honest but I’m here for the way all characters come together by exploring the Muggle world, which brings not only closure but soft nostalgia - all those bonding moments are very cathartic and as a 90s kid I appreciate so much the references and old school atmosphere! A perfect “coming of age” story, delicate, complex and touching. It will make you laugh, cry, reflect on life and realize we’re not so different from these kids.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by @6balls (2013, M, 49k)

See also: my rec for Faint Indirections, another Muggle Draco fic by the same author

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

The coffee shop AU we deserve, only it’s so much more than that! This is a masterpiece in world building and character development, and my favorite take on Harry’s obsession with Draco. He’s clearly all over the place but still brave, kind and sympathetic, still very much Harry. All side characters have brilliant voices but I fell in love with this Draco with his free and captivating spirit. It’s really moving to see Harry inspired by him, learning all the little things about this new Malfoy and noticing all the ways in which they’re similar and different from each other. This fic has a perfect balance of bittersweet longing, sweet romance and quiet catharsis. Reading it made me realize that I love angsty post-war stories because it comforts me to know that Harry and Draco can rely on each other to help them heal and let that “mopey, brooding and tragic” persona behind. Growing up is definitely painful but there’s hope and beauty in it, and no other fic explores it better than this one!

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (2020, E, 61k)

See also: the sequel vignette Collapsed in Love

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Ohh is it time to talk about my favorite fic yet again?? 😬 this breathtaking friends to lovers is a love letter to Muggle Draco and explores it beautifully! I’m obsessed with the little magical universe Tacky creates through an immersive and mundane slow burn. The plot incorporates Muggle elements very organically (the thrift shop! The church! Draco’s friends and the politics plot!). Harry’s POV is exquisite and there’s a mix of loneliness and yearning about him that make my heart ache. It’s lovely to watch him disrupt Draco’s safe bubble as they transform each other’s lives and develop feelings along the way. All the sweet pining is paid off with the gentlest get together, literally a religious experience. I couldn’t agree more with @dracoladon’s words: “There is a plot that doesn’t distract from the love story, and a love story that doesn’t distract from the achingly slow build of a soft, pining friendship, and a soft, pining friendship that doesn’t distract from Harry and Draco’s own personal character arcs.” Brace yourself for the joy of reading this journey for the first time!

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. orphaned (2016, E, 70k)

It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.

A creative premise, wonderfully executed! This is a great read; all characters are charming and well established - I’m in love with Luna and Pansy! - and the dialogue is fun and engaging. Basically Harry keeps dreaming about a weird future where he and Draco are together and after that they start crossing paths again and again - but they’re not friends, they’re nothing really, just very confused and aware of each other. I love how their dynamics develop from there; Harry learns about Draco’s sentence away from magic and notices the ways he’s changed. The mundane tone gives me warm fuzzy feels and the diversity of Muggle settings creates a lovely atmosphere! “This is such a fucking bad idea / Let’s do it anyway” describes this love story to a T. I chose it to balance all the hardcore angst that came before, so make sure to have a go at this comfort meal after reading the rest!

#drarry for beginners #Muggle Draco

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thanks-mike-stamford · 3 years ago

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Fics that inspire my writing - Part II

This is Part II. Read Part I or Part III

Continuing the discussion, I grouped these fics together for something they have in common: author style! It was actually a bit hard choosing them because they are all written by authors who have a distinct style. Something in them that makes you recognise the author right away, that makes you think - oh yes, definitely is a story from this person. When you have a bunch of stories with the same kind of feel, it's hard to choose one to illustrate my point. Tip is: binge read the authors below!

Part II

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii Back when there wasn't even s2 yet I was already reading stuff from this author. I absolutely love their fics. This one is super interesting, a Good Omens fusion book version - beyond numerous screaming posts on the internet I'm not really familiar with this universe.

Something I like in all their fics and it's worked beautifully in this one is that there's more than it seems under the surface. The characters are not an open book even to the reader, and the narrator (close Sherlock POV) doesn't give all the information. The narrator sometimes doesn't even explain the information we are given. The facts are presented piece by piece, building the layers of a character, making it clear that even if right now, for this story, it's not relevant, this person is a complex human being (or angel. Or demon) that doesn't exist solely for the purpose of the plot. Two factors help with this: the non-linear narrative, that permits we only know a part of someone when it becomes relevant; and the sort of omniscience of Sherlock. I say sort of because yes, he's a demon and he has access to the core of someone. He's able to fish for stuff that happened in someone's life and how they feel about that as a way to build their vulnerability to sin. However, this is not necessarily mind-reading or future prediction. He makes deductions based on the soul, let's put this way. But because he can't use it to predict exactly what is going to happen, he still gets surprised. Because the characters are layered, they are able to be consistent with what we know and yet unexpected, up until the end.

The combination of giving powers to the narrator and using non-linearity is brilliant, working to enhance the themes behind the plot, which are about the complexity of the human soul. I'm working on a WIP that has similar themes and I try to play with these aspects to make it smooth like this story, instead of a philosophical essay using voices of characters. I've tried the non-linear narrative in a published fic, but it didn't have the same level of success in serving the story. Let's see if it goes better when I try again.

What It Is by toyhto This author has two main things going on in their fics: the type of angst that makes you question yourself, and the type of humour that is not really about trying to make you laugh, it's a very weird type of humour. I love weird stuff.

This fic is not Toyhto's best angsty one or best humourous one, but it's one that creates a good mix of both, like a tragicomedy (but without a tragic ending). You have John not knowing how to feel about Sherlock, and Sherlock gambling possibilities on how to fix the situation. It's the narrative that fascinates me. The story keeps its cards close, the reader is often a bit uncomfortable, a bit wrong-footed. You don't know where the story is going (hell, sometimes you don't even know where a scene is going), so you keep hanging up until the end. There's an underlying panic in how characters interact, but it's never hysterical, it's never loud or obnoxious. And then you find yourself snorting in situations that shouldn't have been funny. Life is usually not one genre or the other, so why literature should be? I love that the story never tries to be something (sad, funny, intriguing), and yet it is. It's not easy to pull something like this.

I have a WIP currently on my drive folder where I try to play with this tragicomedy narrative thing. This fic inspires me in trying to keep the reader on their toes all while looking effortless.

Borrowed Ghosts by DiscordantWords DiscordantWords has been out there since 2016 showing how there's more than a way to fix canon. In fact there are multiple ways. This is the author you want to go if you watch the show and think eeh this should have gone a different way. There's probably a story in here which takes the same premise you thought about.

This one is just too incredible. Because it picks up right from a crucial point in canon and said - ok, what if everything still happened, but they actually make sense? For this story consistency is key, and if canon gave us a John Watson making bad decisions while nursing an unreliable brain work, that's what you get. But make it make sense! This is what happens when you are on a roll of bad decisions, this story tells me. This is what happens when you're isolated from what before kept you on track. This is what happens when on top of everything your mind is playing you tricks: they don't just stop because you decided to. That's not how it works. This story acknowledges the bad stuff, but to fix them it doesn't propose miracles, and it definitely doesn't ignore them. We get the consequences but we also get the process of change that is necessary for things to be good once again. Like John says: there's a difference between wishing something happened differently and wishing it hadn't happened at all. But it did happen, so now what?

Make it canon divergence but character consistency and twist it to fix it, it's what inspires me in this fic.

The Ancillus's Tale by Chryse I reiterate that everything by Chryse is a must, but everyone that follows me on twitter had to deal with me constantly gushing about their most recent work for months, so it will be this one here. I just have a lot of feelings about this fic. Oh, yes, omegaverse again, inspired by The Handmaid's Tale.

The one aspect that comes to my mind when I think about Chryse's works is dark themes. If I want to read about fucked up stuff happening, I will go to them. And this particular fix has fucked up stuff from the first to the last chapter. And it's very immersive: you get inside the head of whoever is POV at the moment, Sherlock or John. You get their physical reactions, their thoughts, you know what they know. And the world building is on point: detailed enough that is totally credible, you can see reality becoming that way, but it's not described to exhaustion. We are presented the info about what we need to know, and rest is there, somewhere at your peripheral vision where you know it exists but it doesn't become a nuisance to the plot. But more important than that, it's how the dark themes are treated. It's never on black or white situations, surprisingly, despite the universe setting. The characters especially - they are allowed to have conflicted feelings, they are allowed to misbehave even if they are supposed to be on the good side, they have nuance and complexity. And the cherry on top: just because it has a dark premise, it doesn't mean it can't have a super satisfying happy ending that even brings comfort to the soul after letting it being hurt. We get snippets of comfort, the promise it's going to happen all along the fic, to compensate the extreme suffering the characters are going through. It's glorious.

I have been toying with the idea of writing something on the dark side. In fact my next multi chapter is super fucked up (but as always, with the certainty of a happy ending), and I hope it can see the world soon. I'm writing with this premise in mind: characters are allowed to have conflicted feelings, and they are allowed to misbehave, that won't make them the bad guys.

This was part II! If you missed part I, just click here. Part III is up!

#johnlock #sherlock fanfic #hoverseas talks about fic

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hi hello i am feeling very angsty so: rhodeytony ft tony's worrying lack of interest in avoiding getting kidnapped and his bodyguard rhodes' increasing stress levels to save a boss that doesn't want to be saved (and, if the flutter in his heart should be anything to go by - should not be his boss anymore). bodyguard to lovers??

Rhodey is a good bodyguard. Hell, he’s the best.

That was why Pepper Potts hired him, after all. He’s not easy to fool, can follow anyone with a dogged determination that nearly defies human nature. He’s had successful stories before with glowing reviews from multiple people from all different threatened backgrounds.

(Including at least three world leaders and a pope.)

Tony Stark is...new. Well, nearly new. He’s a businessman, which isn’t anything out of the ordinary for Rhodey to deal with.

…except Tony’s highly eclectic, a billionaire, and purposely makes his behavior as erratic as possible.

It’s fun. What can Rhodey say? He loves a challenge, and Tony is about as challenging as they come.

When he first starts, Tony tries every trick in the book. Rhodey still sticks to him, although he does leave some distance. Tony tries to make him uncomfortable by bringing just about everyone who looks home, and all Rhodey says is, “you gonna feed them cereal when they wake up? Because that’s all you have in your pantry right now, and you don’t pay me to do the shopping.”

Tony scowls at that, and then changes his strategy.

It’s an odd strategy.

Tony decides he will just make Rhodey his friend, starting with the nickname of “Rhodey.”

“That’s stupid,” Rhodey says, because he can already tell it will stick.

“Not my problem, just my solution,” Tony grins. “Now come on, we’re getting burgers.”

They’re at a sit-down restaurant. One of Tony’s favorites, actually. Rhodey is not sure why he’s sitting down across from the man with the most influence in the world, but he is.

“So, what’s new with you? Who are you?” Tony asks. “Pepper sent me your file. You’re from Philly, right?”

“Oh my god, you sound weird when you say it like that,” Rhodey says, deciding against formality as he basically tells Tony Stark that he sounds weird and shouldn’t say “Philly.”

“Oh what, is that not what the locals call it?”

“I’m going to take you there and they’re going to beat you up.”

“Not the worst Sunday night I’ve ever had,” Tony mentions. “Hey, look at the menu. I don’t want you to flounder when the waitress shows up and you know fuck-all about what they have to offer.”

“Okay asshole, any recommendations?”

“The banana milkshake and bacon-burger.”

Rhodey looks at the menu.

He does end up with the bacon-burger, but chooses strawberry for his flavor of milkshake.

“You traitor.”

“Oh am I? Well then let me tell Pepper that you stole the last good pen she had then-”

Tony flings a fry at him, and Rhodey laughs.

Here’s a concerning thing: Tony has a very “c’est la vie” approach about kidnapping.

Like he genuinely doesn’t really give a shit if he knows what’s going on, or even if he doesn’t.

Rhodey was eagle-eyed and chased a van three fucking blocks and caught up to the driver, wherein he punched his lights out and got Tony out. His hands were bound in zip-ties and his suit was rumpled, but Tony just blinked at him.

“You think you broke a racing record with that?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they take anything?”

Rhodey’s all over Tony, checking for any injuries, any stolen wallets or watches, and thank god everything is there. (Not that Tony would really care if anything was stolen, save for his sunglasses. He spends far too much on those, in Rhodey’s opinion.)

“Okay geez,” Tony says, batting Rhodey’s hands away. “I’m fine. These people were amateurs. Shit, I’m running late for my consultation meeting, aren’t I?”

“You just got kidnapped,” Rhodey says, tone rife with disbelief. “You just got taken and your concern is with the consultation meeting?”

“Well I figured that you were going to come by or I’d be gone a lot longer, but now that I’m not? Yeah. Yeah, I am concerned with the consultation meeting. It’s a tech start-up company, only not that shitty Silicon-nice-guy start-up. It’s a more inclusive thing. I don’t know, I read their little ‘about’ section on their website. Which needs work. But that’s besides the point.”

Rhodey just follows, dumb in disbelief.

The few rare times that previous clients have been kidnapped or even attempted, they’ve needed a day to recuperate at minimum. They were shaken up, and usually beefed up the security for the rest of time after it. They also scheduled therapy appointments.

Tony treated this like it was a traffic jam and he was only running five minutes behind.

The second time it happens when Rhodey’s there, it lasts a little longer.

Rhodey has to admit, he maybe did some...under-the-radar looks. The FBI wasn’t moving fast enough, and the legal channels weren’t up to snuff. And besides, Tony did say that he could use Jarvis if he really wanted to.

(Turns out they both went to MIT at the same time, and Tony had been that obnoxiously short guy in his econ class that rarely showed up, but when he did he showed up in a suspiciously nice outfit.)

It was a weekend. Rhodey had gone away for two seconds to get a drink for Tony and then he was gone.

It was...bad.

The problem is this:

Tony definitely doesn’t need to be kidnapped as often as he is. He has so many inventions that can prevent that, he’s sold quite a few of them to the military.

But for some fucking reason, he doesn’t want to be saved. No, he’s content just going along with what’s happening, even though everyone else around him wants him back. Needs him back.

He finds him bruised and tied up to a shitty folding chair.

“Hey darling,” Tony says, lips a bloody red. “Can you believe this chair? I would’ve thought they would at least have gotten something a tad nicer. I am their best-dressed guest, after all.”

Rhodey looks over the torn shirt and the pants that have all but been shredded. His shoes are battered and stained beyond repair.

“Don’t,” Rhodey says. He sounds tired. He is tired. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what, get kidnapped? I hardly try,” Tony snaps. “Or do I just have a sign on my back that you didn’t know was there?”

“You know I was in the Air Force,” Rhodey snaps back. “I got high enough clearance that I was one of the guys who got to see what brand new toy you sent our way. I know you could use any of those, shit, you probably tested it out, so you would know.”

“And your point?” Tony asks. “What, you’re saying I should know better? Saying you know better than me?”

“You know what? Yeah, yeah I am saying that,” Rhodey yells as he’s untying him. “I am fucking saying that I know more than you because you couldn’t give less of a shit if you tried about your own well-being! You were kidnapped and I’ve been running myself ragged trying to get you back, and you just don’t care!”

Tony stares at him. Really stares at him.

“Let’s go home.”

Nothing else is said in the car ride home. Tony can’t even look at Rhodey.

They go home, where Pepper greets Tony with a hug and makes him swear not to leave again, and Tony says “I promise,” only they both know that he’s lying.

But they’re not calling him out on it yet. No, not tonight.

Rhodey stays. Technically he doesn’t have to. Jarvis is the most advanced artificial intelligence system in the world. Hell, he’s the only one that’s even in his league, but Rhodey just...feels better staying.

And Tony’s mansion is a gargantuan structure with about twenty different rooms to choose from, so Rhodey gets a nice view and tries to go to bed.

He’s never gotten enough sleep. He knows he never would. That’s why the army loved him: he could be up at any hour and he’d be fine. That’s why his dad called him the bane of his existence in a loving manner: Rhodey would be up at four in the morning filling out the crossword before anyone else could.

He’s up at four a.m. making breakfast.

Tony’s pantry is still shit, but it looks like Pepper went shopping for him or had someone else do it, because he actually has eggs and juice and actual food instead of the odd pickle jar or way-too-old yogurt.

“You’re...up,” Tony says.

Rhodey turns around.

“Sorry. I, um. Stayed.”

“It’s fine,” Tony says awkwardly. “What are you making?”

“Omelet.”

“I always mess those up,” he says. “Either too much cheese or I forget I’m cooking it.”

“You want one?”

“You gonna make me one?”

“Accidentally cracked one too many eggs, so yes. You want onions and spinach in yours?”

“Sure,” Tony says. “What are you doing up?”

“Always bad at sleeping,” Rhodey answers. “Can never really stay asleep for too long.”

“Forget to take your melatonin gummies?” Tony answers, grinning.

Rhodey can see a bruise on his collarbone.

“You sleep okay?”

“No, but I rarely ever do,” Tony says. “Especially after yesterday’s fiasco.”

“You mean the whole weekend,” Rhodey says, putting the rest of the eggs into the pan. “Can’t imagine that was fun.”

“Oh come on, it was a ball,” Tony answers sarcastically. “They let me play cops-and-robbers and I was given pizza. Clearly it was a fantastic time.”

Rhodey stares at Tony.

“You know in the contract that I had you sign it specifically states that you have to let me help you, right?”

“It says you have to rescue me regardless of feelings or previous obligations,” Tony says.

“Rescuing you doesn’t just mean I chase after vans and track you down in an abandoned warehouse, it means that I rescue you from those situations before they can happen. But I can only do that if you agree that you won’t get kidnapped,” he says.

“And what, I want to?” Tony asks. “Do I say that?”

“You don’t have to,” Rhodey says, flipping the omelet over. “You never think you’re worth rescuing it because you think you’re never going to be good enough and I think you think that you owe me for giving a shit.”

Tony looks at him.

“You’re really honest.”

“I try to be.”

“I love that about you.”

Rhodey’s hand shakes slightly as he moves the omelet a bit in the pan. He hopes Tony doesn’t notice.

“Well I would love it if you stopped being kidnapped.”

“Aye aye, Colonel Rhodes,” Tony says, saluting. Rhodey rolls his eyes.

“Oh my god, do not.”

“What, am I not supposed to thank our armed services for making this country safe?” he mocks, standing up. “For going above and beyond the call of patriotism and helping keep Americans everywhere safe?”

Rhodey threatens to eat his omelet when he breaks into singing the national anthem.

There’s an...understanding.

Tony starts taking up training with Happy and almost agrees to regular training with Rhodey until Rhodey wants him to get up at six and do some workouts, and he yells “No!” after one workout session.

Rhodey pointedly pretends like he’s not staring at Tony’s chest when he lifts up his shirt to wipe away the sweat.

“Come on Rhodey my darling, let’s do breakfast.”

Tony dragging him to breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. It’s...nice. Rhodey ignores it when Tony waggles his eyebrows as he takes the check and calls him “darling, honey, baby,” and he lets him because it sounds nice.

He doesn’t say anything to Tony. No, you can’t date your boss. It’s unprofessional as hell and Tony probably is just doing it because Rhodey’s in close proximity and they have a good banter going.

The next time that Tony has an attempted kidnapping, Rhodey is there.

He’s there, and he’s being taken away, dragged from Tony, and Tony for the first time looks terrified.

Rhodey tries to struggle, tries to do anything, because Tony has to get away, and he...

He’s knocked unconscious.

When he wakes up, his head hurts worse than it ever has, and for a moment he’s pissed at Tony because he forgets that he’s been kidnapped and there’s no control over the thermostat because the room is hot as all get out.

And then he sees Tony across from him, and he’s never seen Tony angry.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, voice shaking. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault we have assholes take us,” Rhodey says. “But god I would kill for some air conditioning.”

Tony smiles a bit at that.

Here’s a problem: you cannot give Tony Stark anything if you want him to not escape. Either that or he has to be unconscious because he’s a stubborn son of a bitch.

And they used actual handcuffs to keep him there. God, what a joke.

Tony learned how to break out of handcuffs when he was twenty and chained to a bedpost on accident. (Long story.)

This is nothing.

But the problem is that Rhodey’s here. His bodyguard who really shouldn’t be putting his life on the line for someone as shitty as Tony, but here they are, and he has to get him out.

“Follow my lead,” Tony whispers.

“Well of course I will, who else has as much experience being kidnapped as you?” Rhodey mutters.

“Okay is now going to be the time where you sass me? You’re here too. I could leave you.”

“You’re not gonna do that, Pepper would make you come back.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Yeah she would!”

“Not after I tell her that you used the last of her salad dressing.”

“Shit.”

Tony snorts, looking at the room. They don’t have security cameras, which is just...questionable. Oh my god, he got kidnapped by amateurs.

He’s kind of embarrassed.

Rhodey gets free, and they’re both headed towards a door, and Rhodey picks up a stray part of a metal pole, and Tony cannot lie and say he’s not intrigued by that.

Not saying he hopes Rhodey gets to use it.

He’s just curious how he’ll utilize it.

They get to just. Walk out. They fucking walk out. What kind of people did they get kidnapped from? It can’t be that easy, can it?

It can’t be...

It is.

Okay sure Tony is driving in a hotwired car and they’re being shot at, but all things considered that’s not the worst thing. And the truck is probably considered stolen anyways, and once Tony makes it to the highway, it’s not like they’ll be able to follow without making it onto national news, not that they haven’t already.

Pepper’s very effective at getting things to trend on national news when she wants to.

Rhodey is sitting on a beach chair. He shouldn’t be, and he also shouldn’t be drinking a mimosa because it’s four p.m. and definitely the morning, but he figures since he got kidnapped he’s allowed at least one mimosa.

“So. Your first kidnapping?” Tony asks. “All things considered, yours went well. I think next time we should go to Wendy’s or something, I was starving-”

“I’m just. I’m glad we’re okay,” Rhodey says. “But yeah. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. I’m going to I think make you hold hands with me so that you don’t get napped by terrible, shitty people.”

“You could’ve just asked to hold my hand, we didn’t need to be kidnapped together,” Tony says.

“Hm, is that a breach of contract?” Rhodey teases.

“Only if Pepper decides to enforce it, and she won’t because you’re the first bodyguard to have an actual success story with me,” Tony says. “So. I’m thinking maybe we skip the kidnapping next time and go straight for dinner.”

“Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna say a fast food restaurant.”

“I still could, you don’t know,” Tony grins, winking. “What if our first date is to Burger King? What are you gonna do?”

“Be mad that I still like you,” Rhodey grumbles.

Tony cackles, dropping a kiss onto his hand.

“Do you think I should get another bodyguard or will dragging you away during a party be too awkward for them?”

“...I’ll think about it.”

(They don’t get a new bodyguard.

No matter how much the other security complains that Rhodey’s the only one who knows where Tony is at all times, and they can’t exactly ask them if they’re busy doing...things.

Rhodey finds it hilarious.)

#longer night than usual for me which meant more time to work on this beauty #this has been in my inbox for months #so my apologies #but uhhhh i still did it! which is good #lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #rhfe #rhodey #tony stark #pepper potts #rhodey is in love and so is tony and they're both so LAME about it #tony doesn't really care about being kidnapped #meant to make this more angsty but was not feeling it

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