#will I ever stop being mad at people who keep insisting he's gay?
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So, I found this comment on a video where Neil Newbon, the voice actor of Astarion, confirms that Astarion is, in fact, pansexual. Not gay, but pansexual, and this person still feels the need to try to debunk it, then has the gall to be like "IT FEELS LIKE GAY ERASURE TO MAKE A CLEARLY GAY MAN BI/PAN FOR MARKETING PURPOSES" when they were literally spouting bi/pan erasure just because Astarion is theatrical and talks about men.
So... who's going to tell them that Astarion flirts with Shadowheart and Lae'zel, too? Who's going to tell them that relying on stereotypes is bad?
"It's so weird to watch Astarion romance videos with a female Tav". Well, it shouldn't. He's pansexual. If you can't stomach it, that's your problem.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#baldur's gate iii#bg3 astarion#lgbtqpia#pansexuality#lgbtqia#lgbt#why do people keep insisting he's gay?#yes he does talk about men#that doesn't mean anybody else isn't an option#will I ever stop being mad at people who keep insisting he's gay?#no#no I will not#jessica's personal stuff#pan erasure#bi erasure
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Writing Random Prompts Until I Improve Pt. 2
Prompt: Two people lost in a forest
Atsumu watches the twig underneath Sakusaâs foot snap with a satisfying crunch.Â
âWeâre definitely lost.â He says, shoving his hands deep within the pockets of his gym shorts. His legs itch where theyâve been rubbed by the various plant life on the overgrown trail. Theyâve been out here for hours at this point. Far longer than they should have been. However, neither of them wanted to admit that they fucked up, so here they are, walking in the direction that they think the campsite is in.
âWe are not lost.â Sakusa huffs. âThe campsite is just down the mountain, how can we be lost if we just need to walk down.â He points in the vague direction of the slope of the hill theyâre on.Â
Atsumu eyes him skeptically from his position next to him. âI donât know how we managed it, Omi. I jusâ know that we did.âÂ
Sakusaâs face pinches in displeasure. âWe did not.â
âWe absolutely did.â He insists.Â
They stand at an impasse, surrounded by nature that was supposed to help them bond, staring hatefully at one another.Â
Ever since Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi joined the Jackals last month, they fought like cats and dogs. Atsumu was having a great time, he always took immense pleasure from driving that stony expression on Sakusaâs face to something a little more unhinged. And Sakusa, the bastard, gave as much as he got. It didnât have to make sense to everyone, just them.Â
The rest of the team just didnât understand their dynamic. Theyâve known each other for years and have been frenemies ever since.Â
So what if they fought, it was their thing. And if they made out against the cool metal of the lockers until their lips were bruised, that was their business. Although the team didnât know that minor detail. Captain Meian tiredly explained that their little tiffs were driving the team mad and they couldnât take it anymore. They sent both him and Sakusa on this rapport building hike to âinspire good sportsmanship.âÂ
It was a load of shit but also, heâd take a good excuse to get Sakusa alone and kiss that prissy pout right of his lips.Â
That is pretty much what Atsumu was running with until about an hour ago when the exploring stopped being fun and Sakusaâs pouty lips started to get a little less cute.Â
Atsumu sighs, watching Sakusa continue to make long strides down the slope. âWeâve been walkinâ down fer hours Omi-Omi. I donâ think yer ingenious plan is workinâ.âÂ
Atsumu is right, he knows that he is. They walked this direction for so long now that his feet are aching and heâs pretty sure there are insects crawling in places they absolutely shouldnât. Yet, they still havenât made it back to their team. However, Sakusa favors ignoring him and continues to walk mindlessly in the same direction as before.Â
Atsumu hustles his pace to catch up and grabs Sakusa by one of his arms, slick with sweat. âOmi,â he pleads. âYaâve got ta listen ta me.â Atsumu watches the perspiration on the back of Sakusaâs neck bead and trail down into the collar of his shirt. âItâs dangerous ta be out here for much longer.â He squeezes the pale arm that heâs holding. âWe need help. Or a real plan! But ya canât keep dragginâ us farther away from where we started.âÂ
Sakusa swivels around, eyes narrowing in a chilling glare. âWhat do you suppose we do, Miya? Our phones are fucking dead and thereâs no one else for miles but us. Who the hell do you think is going to help us? God?â
Atsumu blinks. âThatâd be real nice but I donât think that particular one likes the gays.âÂ
âClearly.â Sakusa nods. âI wouldnât be stuck in a fucking forest with you of all people if god gave an iota of a shit about me.âÂ
âI think âm the best person ta be stuck with ya right now. Imagine Hinata or Bokuto.â Atsumu gets shivers just thinking about it. Sakusa may leave the forest, but his two brothers in chaos would be buried here.Â
His attempt at comforting Sakusa falls flat as he withers under the unimpressed silence he receives in return.Â
Well then.Â
Ever the optimist, Atsumu pushes past him. âWe should just make a camp and stick it out. Itâll get dark soon and I donât think ya want ta be trying ta walk around a dark forest.â
âMake a camp out of what? Twigs?â Sakusa asks, incredulous. âShall we make a bed out of these dried crunchy leaves and feast on the weeds?â
Atsumu waggles his fingers at him and smiles. âNow yer talkinâ.âÂ
Sakusa's frown deepens. âI hate you. I really do.âÂ
He rolls his eyes, surveying the area for something to start building shelter with. He was a boy scout for 3 days with âSamu when he was 9. He learned some things. âYa only have me with ya right now. Would it kill ya to make nice for a second?â Atsumu asks while he wrangles some large and flat leaves from their stem. He puts them in a small pile and looks at Sakusa standing behind him with limp arms and a sour face.Â
âYa could make yerself useful and try to find somethinâ ta start a fire with.âÂ
Sakusaâs face seemed to drop more, falling into a would-be-cute-if-not-for-the-circumstance pout. âI donât know what Iâm supposed to be looking for, Atsumu.â He whines, or at least Atsumu imagines thatâs what a whine would sound like from someone as prideful as Sakusa Kiyoomi.Â
Ah, he forgot. Sakusa is a city boy through and through. âFine, bastard. Why donât ya sit on that log over there and just look pretty. Donât ya worry âbout it. Iâll do everythinâ.â He gestures to the stump across from him.Â
Sakusa sits with a petulant huff and crosses his legs delicately one over the other. He always sat so pretty even when he had dirt smudged across his forehead and his clothes are drenched in sweat.Â
It was annoying.Â
Atsumu loved it.Â
He grit his teeth and got to work, with all the knowledge of a nine year old boy scout that was forced to be there by his tired mother. He remembers almost nothing but Sakusa seems to put faith in him as he watches Atsumu work from his place on the stump. For some reason, it makes Atsumu want to try harder. He knows that Sakusa is uncomfortable, ridiculously so. Heâs extremely impressed that Sakusa has withheld his complaints about it for as long as he did. However, it looks like it wasnât going to last, if his constant shifting meant anything.Â
An uncomfortable Sakusa Kiyoomi was worse than an angry one because at least when he was angry, Sakusa made it clear. When he was uncomfortable and scared, he was frighteningly silent. They passed the time in utter silence, their only company the faint noises of the wildlife around them.Â
Heâs so focused that he nearly misses Sakusa when he speaks.Â
âWhat if no one finds us?âÂ
Itâs a scary thought and Sakusaâs sorrowful whisper made it even worse. Atsumu pauses what heâs doing, turning his entire body to face him.Â
He looks okay. Albeit, uncomfortable. But physically, he doesnât look all that different from how he usually does. If it wasnât for the master class heâs taken in all that is Sakusa Kiyoomi since he was 15, he probably wouldnât notice it at all. But he did. And it broke his heart.Â
Sakusaâs eyes are slightly wide as he takes in their rapidly darkening surroundings. His eyes flick from one spot to another, unable to stay still. His hands, which are delicately folded in his lap, are shaking like a leaf, his knuckles white from the pressure heâs putting on them to keep them still. Itâs pointless. He trembles anyway, his whole entire body is. He could be cold, with the sweat drying on his skin, but Atsumu knows that he isnât. He knows that isnât what this is.Â
Atsumu stands, dusting the dirt off his knees and then wiping them on his soiled clothes. He walks until heâs standing directly in front of Sakusa, who doesnât look up. He crouches down, becoming eye level with Sakusaâs wobbling chin.Â
Atsumuâs heart pangs inside his chest. âHey. Hey.â he coos. âYa think no one cares where we are?â He wraps a single tanned hand around the top of Sakusaâs and runs soothing circles over the mole placed directly in the middle of his hand. âHavinâ a twin brother has some perks ya know? I hate âim but somehow he always knows when I need âim the most. And I do. I really do right now, so I know he knows.â Atsumu squeezes the cold, pale hand. âEven if he doesnât, weâve got other people too, yeah? I wonât let ya die here, Kiyoomi. I promise.âÂ
Sakusa takes a trembling breath, a wet laugh escaping him. âYou really think your twin telepathy will save us?âÂ
âDonât ya dare knock it when itâll be the reason weâre out of this hellscape.âÂ
Thereâs a distant howl in the background. It sounded far but it was still enough to make them both jump. He was starting to panic too but he wouldnât show it, not when the man in front of him looked two seconds away from tears. Sakusaâs eyes sparkled in the dim light and when he squeezed his eyes shut, Atsumu saw one small tear roll down his cheek.Â
Something cracks inside of him, flooding him with warmth. He gathers Sakusaâs face between his palms, squishing his pale cheeks together. âWeâre gonna be okay.â He promises. He keeps his voice as steady and even as possible. âNothinâ is gonna happen to us, itâs probably just a bird.â He lies, Sakusa is looking at him with desperation in his eyes, hanging on to every absurd word that heâs saying. And Atsumu, heâs not really sure what heâs saying, just that he canât stop talking because itâs the only thing keeping Sakusa together.Â
Sakusa hiccups, a sob shaking through him. âIâm scared, Atsumu.âÂ
Atsumu kisses Sakusaâs wobbling bottom lip. His knees hurt where they dig into the rocks on the ground, and heâs pretty sure that heâs losing feeling in his toes. Heâs cold and exhausted. But it doesnât matter. Nothing else matters. Atsumu presses more gentle kisses into the skin around Sakusaâs mouth, one after the other. He moves his hands from Sakusaâs lap to his arms, rubbing soothing circles into the delicate skin of his arms. Atsumu nudges him forward and Sakusa follows eagerly until heâs settled directly in Atsumuâs lap.
Itâs a little absurd, Sakusa is huge. But heâs an even bigger baby so Atsumu doesnât really mind all that much. He holds him and rocks them both slightly. Sakusa buries his face in Atsumuâs neck and they both donât say a word.Â
It gets darker. Soon, theyâre completely encompassed with only the faint light of the moon glowing above them. Atsumu admires it. At home, all the way in Hyogo, he could see the stars every single night from his backyard. He spent hours and hours in their treehouse with Osamu and at one point, Atsumu knew the names of every single constellation.Â
After moving to the city. heâs since forgotten them. But he wonders if he did remember any at all, would some be the same as heâs looking at now?
âHey, Omi.âÂ
Sakusa merely hums against the skin of his neck in acknowledgement and Atsumu has to suppress the urge to hunch his shoulders from how much it tickled. âThe stars are real pretty right now,â he says, rubbing Sakusaâs back. âI think ya should look at âem with me.âÂ
He feels him raise his head, his dark curls grazing against Atsumuâs jaw as he looks up. Atsumu has always thought that Sakusa was beautiful, even when he was a gangly high schooler with bad fashion sense. Up close, Atsumu thinks heâs breathtaking.Â
He asks before he can think twice about it. âWanna go on a date with me?â
Sakusa blinks, eyes still trained upwards at the sky before he slowly lowers his gaze, leveling Atsumu with those unnerving dark eyes. Atsumu doesnât move. Doesnât breathe. He just stares back, meeting Sakusa exactly where he is.Â
âYou donât have to ask me that.â he says, eying Atsumu with a confused glare. âWeâre literally already dating, we go out all the time and you have never asked.âÂ
Atsumu wheezes. âWhat? Since when have weâI neverâwhen did we?â he stumbles over his own words. He can feel his brain melting as the gears turn rapidly in his brain.Â
Sakusa looks affronted. âWhat do you mean when? Since we kissed. For the first time.â He raises a brow as Atsumu continues to stare at him. âIn the locker rooms?â
Atsumu just gapes at him. He wishes he could do literally anything else but he canât. Heâs been dating Sakusa Kiyoomi this entire time and didnât know?!
Sakusa seems to catch on. âOh my god.â He whispers, covering his mouth with one of his thin hands. He scrambles to get out of Atsumuâs lap, shoving his bony elbows into Atsumuâs sternum.Â
Words finally come to him. âNoooo. NO. Wait a damn minuteâOw!â Atsumu tries and fails to wrangle an extraordinarily uncooperative, curly-headed sea urchin back into his lap. Sakusa is mumbling to himself and Atsumu can tell that the tips of his ears are red, even in complete darkness. Atsumu is laughing and he shouldnât be because he is just so cute and Atsumu is so unbelievably happy.Â
âOmi-Omi. Baby.â
âShut the fuck up.âÂ
âItâs not a big deal!â Atsumu tries, sitting up to follow Sakusa.Â
âNot thatââ Sakusa scoffs. âNot that big of a deal?â He asks.Â
âItâll be funny, eventuallyâ
âHow did you not know?!â Sakusa cries, âI donât let anyone touch me. Ever. Suddenly we are making out against the locker rooms and you think itâs just casual?â He looks alarmed for a moment and then wounded. âHave youâoh god. Have you been sleeping with other people?âÂ
Atsumu chokes. âWhaââ
âOh my god.â Sakusa sits directly on the forest floor. âOh god. I think I might actually be sick.âÂ
âWhat the fuck? What the fuâNOâ He shouts. Atsumu shuffles towards Sakusa. âOmi. Kiyoomi. My Omi-Omi, I have not touched a single hair on another personâs head since beinâ with ya. I swear!âÂ
He wouldnât even want to. Heâs waited for Sakusa since they were 15 years old. He would have waited even longer but it appears he never needed to. Atsumu swipes a hand through his hair. âYa really gotta work on yer communication skills, Omi. Jesus. How was I sâposed to know how ya felt if ya donâ tell me?âÂ
âI suppose thatâs true.â Sakusa relents. âHow embarrassing.âÂ
Atsumu laughs and laughs. Eventually Sakusa does too. Though, his laughter is breathy and low while Atsumuâs laughter is always loud and bright. He likes the contrast of them, Omi has always been his opposite in everything, even the physical. He likes them just fine that way. Not everyone gets them and maybe they bicker more than they should, but Atsumu thinks theyâre perfect.Â
Just like this.Â
Suddenly, light floods in between them, swinging back and forth before the sound of boots crunching on the dried leaves rings out.Â
âMiya? Sakusa? Is that you?âÂ
Atsumu canât make out whoâs talking to them before they call out again. âHey, guys! I found them!âÂ
A blanket is being wrapped around his shoulders and Atsumu watches as the entire team rushes forward. Bokuto and Hinata are crying and he thinks that Inunaki might be as well. Thereâs also several forest rangers with industrial flashlights pointed at Atsumuâs makeshift shelter.Â
âBoy scouts.â He says weakly, laughing a little.Â
They do make it down the mountain and Meian (the one who found them after hearing them laugh) apologized profusely the entire way down. Atsumu gave him shit the entire time, but the truth of it was that he didnât mind at all.Â
He went into the forest without a boyfriend and came back with one. So in his books, it was pretty alright.Â
#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu#writing prompt#miya atsumu#sakusa kiyoomi#writer stuff#creative writing#sakuastu
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my tmr headcannons
this is a work of disaster i am bringing over from my alarming twitter. my headcannons. all together. enjoy.
while minho runs the maze, he's thinking of everyone back in the glade, individually, and why he needs to keep going for them.
alby once got in a huge screaming match with gally over who should be second in command.
gally has a soft spot for newt and they've accidentally fallen into really deep conversations by the campfire.
when newt did his leg thing alby let him pick which job he wanted.
zart once started a food fight and alby threw him in the pit for wasting food.
ben once knocked a candle over and burned one of the huts down.
gally concussed himself on the job and actually shut up for a week.
chuck once called out for his mum in his sleep and everyone heard but nobody ever acknowledged it.
nobody ever told newt that they'd finished mapping the maze.
gally once got so mad he threw a hammer and alby put him in the pit for a week.
gally was the pit's most frequent visitor.
during an argument at a keeper's meeting, winston once told newt that "not everyone got to pick their jobs" and newt walked out.
winston immediately came out and apologised and there was a bit of crying, some confessions, and hug. from then, winston and newt really saw eachother eye-to-eye.
in ben's legendary hut fire of '85, gally threw his 'trade secret' drink on it and made it much much worse.
still on the topic of the hut fire, alby froze and didn't know what to do, while newt barked orders and managed to get it under control. people called him 'fire chief' for weeks.
jeff hated his job.
newt has insomnia and alby used to stay awake and keep him company as they walked around the glade.
minho used to just come and sit beside newt without saying anything and somehow that meant so much to both of them.
alby swore once and everyone threatened to throw him in the pit.
minho snores.
gally is janson's son or nephew i haven't decided.
when newt started working in the fields everyone came up and either hugged him or gave him a pat on the back and he teared up.
zart once fell on his head while trying to do a cartwheel and everyone thought he was dead until he got up and did another once, successfully, with the others all screaming at him to stop.
alby used to have this little spot in the deadheads where he'd go to have a breather and everyone knew just to leave him alone.
gally got sick once and lost his voice and minho took the opportunity to insult him until he got punched.
newt is gay.
newt had a crush on alby but never ever would have told him ever because he didn't think it was relevant to their situation and nothing would ever come of it.
newt found out he was allergic to sheep when wckd sent one up in the box and he had a sneezing fit every time he walked past it.Â
he'd insist he was fine until his eyes swelled up and winston realised what was going on and yelled "kill the sheep!"
gally and newt once got so drunk at a bonfire that they waltzed together.
it ended abruptly when gally tripped and they both almost fell into the fire.
minho and alby caught them and alby yelled at everyone to go to bed.
zart can draw. really really well.
when chuck first arrived he didn't speak for two days.
newt once fell asleep on alby at the bonfire and everyone just let him
they had glade-wide games of hide and seek and it was chaos
ben once ate a bug and was worried he'd get superpowers
gally's excuse for quitting being a runner was that he got bored
if someone's having a rough time, frypan arranges their breakfast into a little picture before giving it to them
alby's scared of mice
newt's double jointed in a lot of ways and it freaks alby out but zart loves it
ben replaced newt as a runner.
chuck once sat in some mud and gally lent him a shirt to tie around his waist to cover it up until he could fix it
when ben replaced newt they both found it hard to talk to each other
and minho literally only talked to ben about running and had no patience for anything else... to begin with
zart kept trying to come up with his own catch phrase and was always cycling through them
frypan gave everyone a safety briefing before they started work in the kitchen, mentioned it to gally once and he started doing the same with the builders
winston always slept in and had to be woken up by alby or newt
gally built the homestead before he had a growth spurt, so all the doorways are too low for him
when thomas got stung, teresa and chuck stayed by his side the whole time
and during that time chuck told teresa that he wanted to see his parents again
newt once said alby's name in his sleep and minho heard and starting laughing so loudly that everyone woke up
ben once sneezed on alby and everyone screamed and ran
gally once tripped on a fence and fell into the pig pen
ben decided he was going to give frypan a night off and cook for everyone. the kitchen caught fire.
there were relationships in the glade but none of them were ever 'public'
on bonfire night frypan always walked around making sure everyone was hydrated and fed and not drinking too much of gally's drink
on bonfire night gally always walked around making sure everyone was drinking too much of gally's drink
clint could sing
jeff could too and sometimes you'd be able to walk past the homestead and hear them harmonising together
ben was by far the most susceptible to gally's drink. by far.
minho was actually a super anxious person but really good at hiding it
for a week the glade had a pet caterpillar
it went missing and zart tried to launch an investigation before alby told him they needed food more than they needed caterpillars
alby remains the prime suspect on zart's list to this day
minho and newt literally ran into each other in the maze once and newt went FLYING
minho was laughing too hard to help him up
alby once called a meeting to put an end to everyone calling each other "bro" because it was "annoying and stopping work from getting done"
minho had started the trend
gally once got so annoyed with everyone that he went and sat in the box
minho checked in on the runners because he didn't want anyone losing hope
for a long time alby was the one who could really make minho smile
when newt and minho met up at the end of their routes, minho would look at newt expectantly, newt would just shake his head and then minho would pat him on the back and they'd run back to the glade in silence
newt used to give chuck his leftovers
alby fell asleep in the homestead during the day once and everyone started placing bigger and bigger items on him until zart tried to balance a table on his head and he woke up
winston really admired alby and wished he could lead as well as him
whenever frypan was sad, he would talk to alby
-there was this running joke that alby shaved every morning because he didn't want anyone to know that he was an old man
newt was initially REALLY shy
approximately 40% of them sang in the showers
frypan made special meals for anyone who'd been in the med shack that day
if anyone left rubbish lying around newt would kick it at them
zart would follow him around picking it up
minho was quietly fascinated by zart
zart was loudly fascinated by everyone
friendship bracelets were a thing for a while, thanks to zart and clint
alby would throw his arm around whoever was nearby
clint's job stressed him out big time but he couldn't imagine doing anything else. it was just really frustrating not having the resources to really help when he needed to.
if newt was in a stroppy mood he'd sit down next to someone and pull his legs up and drape them across that person's lap
in response to that: zart would smile, minho would pay no attention, alby would worry, jeff would start checking his legs over (and newt would try to kick him), and gally would laugh
oh and chuck would hug his legs
chuck secretly wanted to be a medjack but it scared him
there was one person who would always talk to whoever was upset or crying and that person was jeff
when ben and minho ran past thomas and chuck that very first time, they got to the map room and immediately cracked up laughing at thomas' face
alby was actually the best friend in that he would ALWAYS laugh at people's jokes
zart wanted to celebrate when each glader had spent a year in the glade but alby firmly told him no because it wasn't something to celebrate
but zart got frypan to sneak each person an extra helping of bacon at the bonfire when their day came around
when ben got made a runner he just subconsciously started spending all his time with minho. he was just drawn to him, wherever he was. so they ended up spending every minute of every day together.
ben was always the guy who didn't get the joke but laughed anyway
frypan was super perceptive and could always pick up on someone feeling upset or off in any way
chuck subconsciously looked up to EVERYONE. he wanted to be brave like minho, funny like zart (he always laughed at zarts jokes), smart like alby, friendly like winston, caring like newt, loyal like ben, cheerful like frypan, the list goes on
and my point is he didn't see any of this consciously but he took on little pieces of them all every time he spoke to them. they all influenced him like older brothers and helped him to feel at home, one of them.
gally did little things to make everyone feel at home. that thing he said to thomas about being "safe with us" he said to everyone in one way or another. he reminded them that the glade was their "haven" from whatever was out there
i don't believe thomas had a crush on newt "from the moment he saw him" but i think newt mesmerised him a little and once he mentioned being a runner thomas decided he was definitely worth getting to know above anyone else
there was one day when everyone had a turn styling chucks hair around the campfire
winston yells at flies
one day, when newt was sad, minho came up behind him and just starting brushing his hair until it fluffed up
chuck always had clammy hands and was subconscious about it until gally told him it just meant he was working hard all the time
oh and the fluffy hair newt thing, alby was watching and smiling from nearby as newts smile slowly grew too
ben was even more optimistic than zart and that's saying something
and minho went through moments of being SUPER pessimistic like "the world is ending" type stuff and ben would always be like "no i don't think so"
newt was honestly a pretty good runner
^but not in a competitive way, like minho was. he just quietly went out and got the job done really well.
there was a dance move known only as "the zart" and no i won't describe it
when alby cried you KNEW it was serious
they had three banishments before ben's
when newt felt sad he tried to help out more with the animals because it felt good taking care of someone else
alby arrived with a blank book and he kept a journal of every day in the glade.
zart has four aloe vera plants growing up the back of the vegetable garden and he treats them with utmost importance
they grow sunflowers and eat the seeds
gally was the one who taught chuck how to carve the little chuck doll
gally would tell people if they had food on their face
zart has a bad back
the medjacks had a little "how to-" book which was all of the information they'd learned over the years
newt wrote a sassy note in that book when he was in a bad mood one day that basically said "how to piss off newt: leave him in here, alone and bored"
clint drew little doodles around the entries
minho and alby used to have thumb wars
the runners had meetings each week to discuss anything they'd found
clint was really good at opening jars
zart and frypan figured out how to make herbal tea and they always left peppermint tea out on the kitchen bench for when newt couldn't sleep
ben and gally were mates
frypan was by far the best hugger
they all SUCKED at communicating their feelings
except for clint who's an oversharer - lena
they once had a limbo contest and jeff was the winner by far
going way back to the subject of zart being able to draw, he would stay up late drawing by candlelight before bed. and because they didn't have mirrors he drew portraits for everyone so that they could know what they looked like.
and back to the subject of newt not sleeping, sometimes he would sit with zart. zart tried to teach him to draw but newt got frustrated and found it much more relaxing to just watch zart create his magic.
and when newt was in a good mood he'd sit there making requests for zart to draw and zart would always put his own little spin on whatever newt asked for and complicate it.
like one time newt asked him to draw a cat and zart drew a whole forest of animals and hid a cat in one of the trees.
newt, minho and zart had discussions about sexuality together. nothing hugely revelatory like coming out, but enough to feel comfortable with each other and know that they could if they felt the need.
zart and newt both knew the other wasn't straight. minho gave nothing away and just said "i'm down with that" to whatever they were discussing
somewhat related to pride, newt was easily distracted by rainbows
gally became a builder because he wanted a job that kept his hands busy and that he could really keep track of his progress and see his achievements
newt and minho kept each other company whenever they sensed they needed it
one time alby told them all to shut up and go to bed, got in his hammock, it broke and it was so unexpected that nobody knew what to say
then newt quietly went "are you okay?" and zart started laughing
gally got up and silently helped alby fix the hammock before going straight back to bed
minho could keep a secret. and he knew EVERYONE'S secrets because he paid attention.
when thomas arrived they genuinely all thought he'd be a slopper and nobody doubted it
anyone who slept with their shoes on got their laces tied together by minho
once newt went to hug alby and accidentally kissed him on the cheek out of instinct, panicked, and started power walking in the other direction
minho witnessed the whole thing and immediately started crying with laughter
alby had to go after newt and check he was okay without laughing too
newts one of those people who, when he gets angry or frustrated, he tears up. and it just makes him more frustrated to he tears up even more and he hates it because he thinks people won't take him seriously if they notice.
gally and newt both fidget a lot.
oh and so does thomas but like next level fidgeting. he has to be DOING something all of the time or he can't sit still.
alby loved all of the gladers so much so so so much
winston, clint and ben were all left handed
the trackhoes used to have the worst back problems after gardening all day every day, so clint became the resident masseuse
zart used to literally have daily massages
newt always got leaves stuck in his hair
zart always stuck leaves in newt's hair
newt's favourite food was bacon. like he LOVED it and everyone else was like okay mate calm down and newt was like BACON
there was one day that little bouquets of flowers started appearing around the place and everyone knew it was zart but he never admitted to it
when minho wanted someone to know he cared about them he'd give them a little pat on the back
minho used to love taking part in the bonfire nights but as time went on he found them more and more pointless
frypan is one of those people who can really REALLY hold it together for so long. nobody gets to know if he's feeling sad until he breaks down.
alby is surprisingly good at impressions and accents
zart has a love-hate relationship with the goat: it's cute, but it can also completely destroy all of his hard work in the span of an hour
the goat had been put in the pit numerous times before newt suggested that was a bit cruel and they should tie it up outside and release it under supervision instead
newt has the biggest "okay, fuck you" face out of anyone in the glade and it comes out extra strong when he's being mocked (inspired by visro's brain)
and when newt's "fuck you" face comes out, it usually earns him a little ruffling of his hair, courtesy of minho of course
and every time, newt will swat his hand away but every time, he'll also smile
anyway that's enough about newt because clint makes necklaces
gally's biggest priority is making sure the med hut is in good shape and asking the medjacks if they need anything built or replaced
ben is the kinda person to say 'ow' even when something doesn't hurt
gally looks up to everyone (even though he literally doesn't show that ever at all, just believe me)
minho was really REALLY pissed when gally quit being a runner and they had this huge fight that they both never really got over
anyway minho doesn't know what it feels like not to constantly work hard
zart once tried to make alby a wig out of hay. alby wore it once and then didn't stop sneezing for a week
clint takes every decision and outcome to heart and jeff has to talk him down each time
after newts accident jeff forced clint to take a break because clint was convinced he was making the wrong decisions for newt
gally has ocd
they have this whole book of theories for why they're in the maze
alby contributed the least to the book because he was convinced that it didn't matter why they were there
winston was super brainy
somebody made a "caution: wet floor" sign and threw it in the pond
the bonfires were frypan's idea
zart was a big hugger
gally built crutches for newt and sanded them down until they were perfect
at first, newt was convinced he didn't need them but after a stern word from jeff about how hard gally had worked on them, newt gave in
winston is super flexible
whenever anyone's feeling down they eventually end up with a pep talk from alby or newt
gally built board games for when they had to shelter from the rain or rest inside for any reason
zart plays snakes and ladders with anyone who's willing
alby makes a point of talking to every single person on bonfire nights
newt tries to do the same but gally's trade secret recipe often gets in the way of that
because im watching tdc and minho dropping to his knees inspired me: when minho found newt in the maze he skidded to a stop on his knees beside him
when ben got stung minho tried to talk to him for hours because the others all thought he'd be the best one to get info out of him
newt had this big chat to alby about feeling bad for whacking ben in the head when he probably didn't need to and gally poked his head in and reminded newt that ben was trying to kill thomas
and newt took gally's word for it that it was okay because gally had been hit in the head so many times they'd all lost count
okay that's it for now oh my god
that was two years' worth of headcannons
#the maze runner#thomas#newt#gally#alby#zart#winston#clint#jeff#the goat#chuck#frypan#minho#ben#tmr#maze#running#maze running in the maze#headcannons#hcs#from twitter
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Losing my mind thinking about an Arcane Western AU. I mean think of how fun that could be?!
Silco
The scariest mother fucker in the West.
Seriously, top-tier bad guy -- smolder, cool jacket and all.
And he's got memorable scars on his face, so he'd probably have a badass nickname given to him by The Lawâąïž
No one crosses him, and if they do they lose a hand (or their head) and it gets mailed back to their wife/sons/whatever.
Has a band of goons that are stupid as shit but follow him around anyway.
Exploits literally everyone.
Jinx
Second scariest mother fucker in the West. Unhinged to the utmost degree.
Silco's second in command (according to her) and don't be fooled -- she waves that shit around like a flag. Gets her whatever she wants, because, threats.
Can shoot like nobody's business. Loves the theatrics of a duel, and always wins.
People tell their children ghost stories about Jinx to keep them in line.
Is a horse girl, and names all her ponies (which are just as crazy as she is - no one can ride them because they are Feral)
For sure blows up a train at some point.
Sevika
Silco's actual right hand man
Sevika in a Pancho take me the fuck out
Does the Torturingâąïž and runs the "Errands" (more torturing)
Definitely robs a bank at least once a week
Bar fights. All the time. Sevika enters a bar, there will be Violence
The brothel ladies love her (and she also beats the shit out of the aggressive assholes who threaten them)
Has a long-running beef with the Mayor (of what town, you ask? All of them)
Vi
The Disgruntled Cowboy whose come back from war or something
Has complex PTSD and attitude issues, but once you get to know her sheâs just a big softie
Isnât the best shot, but will still Fuck You Up
Punches her way through everything
Bar fights. Almost as notorious as Sevika, and just as destructiveÂ
Remember those brothel ladies? Yup, they love her too (Sevika and Vi out her doing godâs work for the sapphics, am I right)
Will break like five different bones and still save some poor little town from being overrun by outlaws the next day
Wears a Lucky Hat that sheâs had since the beginning of time. Will not let any other hat touch her head. Will go back for said hat even if it means risking her life.Â
Thigh holster
CaitlynÂ
The damn best shot in the West
Heart of gold, law-abiding citizenÂ
Probably the sheriff of somewhere
Wears a slouch hat (!!!) and looks damn good in itÂ
Would not hesitate to shoot a man in the foot. Dude is a misogynistic asshole? Oops, her finger slipped. And no one will ever know because sheâs the sheriff. Itâs a good system
Likes locking bad guys in the clink (definitely refers to it as âthe clinkâ)
Has a moral dilemma when a certain Disgruntled Cowboy rides into town looking for the nearest saloon
Has a gay awakening because of beforementioned Disgruntled Cowboy and says fuck the law before riding off into the sunset
Thigh holster
Jayce
The mayor that Sevika has beef with
Is that one character in all westerns and western-themed media that provides a little bit of exposition, but is otherwise unhelpful in every way possible
Insists on wearing a shiny badge even though he is not the sheriff (which Caitlyn has told him many times and he still wonât listen)
Probably takes in like five different orphans because look at them he canât just leave them all alone
Thinks that anyone who breaks the law is a threat to his fine little town and the fine little people that live there
Probably has a mustache, idk
Definitely wears spurs even though he doesnât have a clue how to ride a horse
Everyone teases him about this
Viktor
Local chemist by day, unhinged mad scientist by night
Wishes everyone would stop coming to him with their injuries because âI am not technically a doctor and you are bleeding all over my lab equipment get outtttttttâ
Anyone who manages to notice him thinks heâs a sweet little guyÂ
Knows how to kill and dismember a man before anyone notices a thing (...donât ask)
Isnât great with a gun -- but knives, on the other hand.... (again, donât ask)
Isnât above beating the shit out of people with his cane. Which also has a secret knife built into the handle
Has a running tab at the local saloon, which no one but himself and the owner knows about. Secretly never plans on paying it off.Â
Canât ride very comfortably because of his leg, but has a horse, whom he loves very much and always gives treats and scratches to
Thinks the mayor is hot but wonât do anything about it
Has a Sexy Pocket Watch
#arcane#arcane series#arcane au#western#jayce talis#arcane jayce#silco arcane#jinx arcane#caitlyn kiramman#arcane caitlyn#arcane vi#arcane viktor#viktor the machine herald#arcane sevika
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hello hello hello gay panic headcanonns for kirishima, bakugo, sero, shinsou, and iida is my request i saw your denki post and wanted to give you sumn attention miss ma'am
i was honestly not expecting this!! so sorry it took this long to respond, I don't know if you can tell but i wrote these in the span of a week because i got really really busy and was inturrupted everytime i sat down to start.
also... i do apologize deeply but my shinsou hc just wasnât turning out right and in the end i decided itâs not worth posting. my apologies ;;
so glad you enjoyed my denki x male reader!!
here you go âĄâĄ
warnings:
kirishimaâs reader really likes strawberry milk and thatâs the theme of it, vv sorry if you donâlike strawberry milk ;; personally itâmy favourite thing ever along with coconut bread
bakugoâs has a brief mention of a kick to the chest and the following nosebleed, it doesn't go into detail but if that bothers you then please do skip ^-^
and just a little authorâs note, please enjoy and let me know what you think and if there should be other warnings âĄâĄ
ââ Kirishima
oh heâs mad
iâll tell you why
you came out of your dorm today looking sad
so of course, being a manly man, he asks you whatâs wrong
youâre out of strawberry milk and didnât realize, it seems
manly man that he is
he found some more for you
thatâs not why heâs angry
your eyes lit up and you got so excited
strawberry milk is apparently one of your favourite things
so you thanked him with a hug
but no thatâs not exactly why heâs angy
heâs angy because all he said was âTHAKOMEâ
âthakome" wtfl (what the fairy lights)
he was trying to say thanks for the hug and âyou're welcomeâ for the milk
he ran away
and then began pondering how deep in the shit called love he was
turns out heâs very deep in love shit
now what does he do
heâs not afraid to like guys especially cos you're super manly
but what if you donât think itâs manly to like men
just his luck
you invited him to your room to play games and thereâs an lgbtq+ flag on your wall
he saw an opportunity and was super casually like âheY where can i get one cos liKE i gotta represent too yâknow"
your eyes lit up again, stop that
then you two got to talking about how you realized you were gay
you shared your story and asked for his
took some convincing but manly men donât lie so he told you that you're pretty much his story
highkey you teared up a little and told him you really like him
bakugo rolled his eyes when he saw you two holding hands and was all like
âabout time you two dumbassesâ
you just ignored him while kiri turned red and started mumbling
ââ Bakugo
what is attraction
no like he really doesnât like people
but you two were sparring, right
and you were sweaty
and you were grinning
and you kicked him in the chest ^-^ look at you iâm so proud you landed a hit on bakugo
the exact moment he fell in love
and then you rushed over and you made the saddest face heâs ever seen
you were honestly so afraid he was hurt from the face he made
...
...
...
âholy shitâ
so maybe you mustâve kicked him in the nose, not chest
because heâs got a nosebleed
it didnât help that you help your shirt to his nose and you were leaning all close
he may or may not have exploded a little bit of the floorboards
donât blame him, he has no idea how to communicate with words
so when he goes to recovery girl (at your insistence) heâs pissed
like
why does he keep thinking about you
literally what is the point, youâre shit at fighting anyways
poor baby
he doesnât understand this
next time he sees you heâll literally scream, âGET OUT OF MY HEAD EXTRA, WHY AM I THINKING OF YOU ALL THE TIMEâ
youâre confused
kirishima will have to coach him, with plenty of quips from denki and sero
so the next time heâll confess with kiriâs teachings in mind
ââ Sero
youâre trying to tell me he hasnât done this gay panic shit before?
he knows how this goes
heâs fully content to just sit here and look at your handsome face
like
he was scatter rained enough
but heâs not even listening aizawa-sensei anymore
just
--staaaaare--
you know what iâm talking about
itâs not creepy or anything, just
âpay attention, cellophaneâ
oh shit
play it cool
just pretend to be actually listening for a few
itâll be fine
heâs been through that situation so many times
at this point the whole class knows
everybodyâs certain thatâs aizawaâs way of wingman-ing
except you never look up on time
you catch him looking sometimes but he plays it cool and points at mineta with a grin
it works every time, mineta is always trying to perv someone >:(
he likes to imagine what would happen if he confessed
his favourite is where you butterfly kiss him
he has less nice scenarios in his head but that one always makes him smile
once in the dorm kitchens you asked him why heâs smiling
you said it super innocent and it sounded so neutral he didnât stop himself from answering
âjust because i like youâ
aizawa stopped telling him to pay attention after thfe irst time he saw you holding hands in the hallways
sero will never stop smiling
what a goof but you love him
ââ Iida
oh boy why you gotta confuse sanic like this huh??
and when i say confused i mean he doesnât understand this at ALL
donât get it twisted, he knows what âgayâ is
sanic just didnât realize HE was gay
and boy is he
see, sanic is well put together
he knows exactly who he is
and then you
y o u
you gave him some art you did of him
he was like ??? thanks for the art??? when did you draw this???
heâs supportive of this new artistic talent but itâs  n e w  to say the least
so you went âoh i just look at you all the timeâ
you said it so casual
but you ran away after that as i would
not as fast as sanic but he wouldnât have gone after you
because he was dumbstruck anD i MeAn he was struck dumb
you??? look at him?? aLL tHe tIME? like??
so being the responsible class rep that he is
he had an existential breakdown
came face to face with the fact that his friendly feelings towards you areât as friendly as heâd been convincing himself
denied it
accepted it
and then ran after you in the five seconds after you ran off
oh boy words are awful because how do people confess? i donât know but donât ask him, because he butchered it BAD
but at least the words left his mouth
honestly this boy didnât even stop to consider what would happen after he confessed
he just word vomited
which is why heâs extra happy when you hug him and tell him you feel the same
in more simple words of course
âi like you too, tenya!â
sonicâs in heaven please hug him some more
#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#iida x male reader#iida x reader#sero x male reader#sero x reader#bakugo x male reader#bakugo x reader#kirishima x male reader#kirishima x reader
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hi, can u rec other sbwy fics?
yes i most certainly can!
below under the cut is a selection of very good sbwy (and sgwy) fics, i.e., wangxian fics where wwx experiences compulsory heterosexuality. by no means is it a comprehensive list of all the excellent fics of this genre, because i'm a super slow reader and simply haven't gotten to them all yet, but these are just the ones i've read and enjoyed so far. of course, mind all tags/content warnings etc you know what's up
~ the Straight Boy Wei Ying universe series by raitala | rated E | 36K words total | i know this ask was prompted by my earlier rec of this series but i'll include it here anyway. a very charming wonderful story, with extremely massively hot sex scenes
Sit down next to me | 7K words
Lan Zhan has been in love with his tragically straight best friend Wei Ying forever. So what if some girl says Wei Ying is a bad kisser? Lan Zhan has to prove to Wei Ying that this is incorrect. Because Lan Zhan is a good friend. He out does himself.
If I hadn't seen such riches | 29K words
Sequel to "Sit down next to me" - if you haven't read this all you need to know is that Wei Ying thinks he is straight. He just really likes his best friend Lan Zhan. Who is incidentally a really great kisser. Who also made him come in his pants one time. Who also has a *really* big dick, which Wei Ying sucked one time, but, like, in an experimental way, not in a gay way. They are just really good friends, right? Lan Zhan is the best. Lan Zhan is crying inside.
~ Keep Up by mimilamp | rated E | 27K words | i actually just read this one today and wwhfoohgkhdghihHHHHHHhghhhhhhgh đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„ INSTANT FAVE. MUST READ.
âShe was going to kiss me,â Wei Ying says, muffled, into his hands.
Lan Zhan makes sure he keeps his breaths even. âHm,â he says. Wei Ying looks up at him, wild: a little tipsy, perhaps. Confused, in a panic. His mouth is red like heâs been kissedâhe hasnât. Heâs a lip biter, has a habit of picking at his dry lips, the winter sores at the corner of his mouth. It drives Lan Zhan to madness. He dreams of Wei Yingâs puffy mouth, often, sometimes with the real Wei Ying in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. On mornings like those he wakes up in a cloud of embarrassmentâhobbling to the bathroom at dawn, running a loud shower to hide the sounds. Wei Ying sleeps on.
âHow do Iââ Wei Ying starts, stops. He then lets out a single laugh, another. He says: âOh my god. How do I kiss? Lan Zhan, how do I kiss?â
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Or: Wei Ying has a girlfriend now. Wei Ying doesn't want his best friend to lag behind.
~ A Brilliant Idea by FrameofMind | rated E | 25K words | good for you wei ying
The one where Wei Ying (straight) and Lan Zhan (gay) make a shared tinder account to save money, because Wei Ying has brilliant ideas.
(Wei Ying has terrible ideas.)
~ worth it for the feeling by occultings | rated E | 8K words | they're both girls in this one! "straight" girl wei ying đ„°
âIâve never gotten off with another person,â Wei Ying says that night, apropos of nothing.
~ ready to run by detectorist | rated E | 21K words | really really enjoyed the plot and atmosphere and everything in this story
âYou should make a Tinder account for campaigning,â Nie Huaisang says.
Wei Ying chokes out, âWhat?â
âSounds like an absolutely terrible idea,â Jiang Cheng says flatly.
âNo, itâs a great idea!â Nie Huaisang insists. âYou just swipe right on everyone and then send them a message about how they should vote for you. Youâre hot, Wei Ying! People will definitely match with you and then you can swoop in and hit them with the politics!â
âI donât even have Tinder,â Wei Ying protests. Heâd downloaded the app in first year but had quickly deleted it after a girl responded to his message of wanna get a drink with yeah sure, what time?
âThat can be easily fixed,â Nie Huaisang says.
â
Wei Ying downloads Tinder to help him campaign for his student union election. He gets a little more than he bargained for.
~ drop the game by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 28K words | cheerleader wwx + jock lwj + fake dating + practice kissing + insane sexual tension = me, flattened like a cartoon character after getting run over by a truck
Wei Ying grabs a pen from Lan Zhanâs desk, curling his legs into a lotus pose under the arms of the chair so he can easily spread the journal out across his lap. Even upside down, Lan Zhan can read his large, messy characters scrawled across the top: Lan Zhan + Wei Yingâs Rules for Dating.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.
~ big hands (i know you're the one) by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 8K words | WHOOF đ„”
âNot a big talker, hm?â Wei Ying tilts his head to one side. âThatâs okay, Iâve been told Iâm a good enough conversationalist for three. My tongue is multi-talented andââ
He has just enough time to feel her palm on the back of his neck and think, oh, her hands are so big, before his words are being stolen into her mouth.
~ Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers | rated E | 60K words | LAN ZHAN???? BETHROTHED???? NOT TO WEI YING??????? it's less likely than you think! canonverse casefic, featuring tons of pining and wwx taking outrageous liberties with lwj's person, as is his right
Lan Zhan stands there in his immaculate, cloud-patterned Lan robes, watching him calmly, one fist tucked up against his back. âI am betrothed.â
Wei Wuxian blinks. âAre youâŠâ He tries to laugh. Again, it sounds inhuman. âIs this about last night? Are you mad at me? I only remember some of it, Lan Zhan. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Iâm sure whatever I did I was justââ He gestures uselessly. He remembers being warm in Lan Zhanâs lap. He remembers fitting snugly in Lan Zhanâs lap. Wrapping his arms around Lan Zhanâs neck. Nosing at his jaw. ââŠplaying around.â
âThis has nothing to do with you, Wei Wuxian.â
~ cherry ass wei ying (Chapter 3 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E
wei ying is so straight he sucks lan zhan's fingers about it.
~ all(e)y (Chapter 11 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E
prompt fill on twitter for straight boy wei ying + fake dating that ended up being too long for twitter so now it lives here in stupid silly shame. sorry the fake dating is a complete flyover state in this. to make up for it, i wrote out an entire blowjob for some reason.
~ lan zhan has fallen in fuck-love with the straight toad boy (Chapter 14 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated M | there is no chapter summary provided by the author. the title says it all, really
~ wei wuxian loves mysteries! (Chapter 15 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated G | a canonverse character exploration of wwx, set pre-CR (before wangxian first meet). soooo good
~ the mall that has it all by saltyfeathers | rated E | 8K words | đł wrow
She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhanâs direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, âCan I have a sip?â, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhanâs smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, âWhat is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!â A pleased, chaotic exhale. âMy nameâs Wei Ying.â
Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, âWhat?â
or;
mall goth au
~ I Wish You Would by brooklinegirl | rated E | 52K words | lan zhan fucks guys, wei ying pines, and lan zhan also pines
Lan Zhan takes a breath. His hands are in fists on his thighs. He stares down at them hopelessly, then carefully unclenches them, one finger at a time, before taking another breath and reaching for his lukewarm tea. He'll go out, tomorrow. Maybe in the late afternoon. Something quick. Something easy. He'll text his brother first, the short note of when he should be home, so he'll know to track him. He'll be fine, just like he said.
~ all that and more by Euphorion | rated E | 20K words | hot hot hot! and a classic
Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.
His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up atâhe checks the timestampâ6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distractingâofâoh.
Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.
~ dreaming and getting a glimmer by verseau | rated E | 27K words | THE comphet gloryhole fic
Wei Ying discovers himself.
~ wanna feel a different kinda tension by verseau | rated E | 10K words | THE comphet watching-porn-together-and-also-wwx-jerks-lwj-off-with-his-own-freshly-used-fleshlight fic
Four times Lan Zhan walks in on his roommate masturbating.
that's all for now! happy october!
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A Conversation with the Author of City Comma State, kippielovesyou/ForcedSimile
Had a short interview with the author of City Comma State, @kippielovesyou/ForcedSimile and asked her if I could share our conversation online---she said yes!
Did you know that Hange and Levi in her work was based on Spongebob and Squidward's interactions?
Read the entire transcript below:
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djmarinizela (D): if i may ask, where and how did you learn to write so good? what inspired you to write city comma state?
kippielovesyou (K): i don't mind at all! it's genuinely just years of practice. i've been scribbling stories since kindergarten (i had a long standing multi part series in first grade about all my classmates). i think one thing is certain: having a strong understanding of characters whether you borrow them or they are your own is pretty key.
a lot of points [in Isayama's story] could have been better thought out or tighter. however, we all love his characters. a weak plot (or in the case of city comma state: no plot) can be ignored or forgiven if everyone loves the characters
i'll be honest, i spend a lot of time trying to understand why a character does things or reacts a certain way. and yes, sometimes, that means i act out scenes in my car while driving. it's embarrassing...
there's a lot more to it, but to me that's the most important thing
as far as how city comma state came about: i wanted to do a slow burn romance centered around levihan, but I also wanted to show how all these characters care about and support each other. i knew in the confines of the AoT world, anyone could die at any moment and that didn't work with the softer feelings i wanted people to enjoy. how can you enjoy the friendship between mike and hange if he dies? it's possible, but it upends all the warmth we were enjoying. so i wrote an AU. i wanted to keep levi with a rough background with many walls, and i wanted hange to have her own issues that they can work through together. and i love the idea of them adopting/supporting the 104th kids without the fear of sending them out to war
D: your answer is so profound and helpful, thank you so much! I can honestly say you pretty nailed it when it comes to character development---everyone has a character arc in your fic! [my next question] is about the gender discourse in your story. I know you started City Comma State pretty early in 2014, but even back then, the nonbinary identity wasn't widely known before. How were you able to flesh out the discourse on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum and play it out on the dialogues and backstories?
K: it's pretty funny, a lot of the LGBTQIA+ has always been discussed i my family. we've had gay, lesbian, trans, gnc, bi and asexual people in my family for generations, as far back as the 20s (that we're aware of). hange's gender being debated made it a prime opportunity to write such an experience, some of which is borrowed from my own life. when i read older chapters i see certain slips in dialogue where i could have made an effort to be more neutral. we're in such a binary society that sometimes even if you feel in between, it slips in. in fact, i'm sure some people might take issue with the fact that i stuck with she/her for hange. i'm not sure i'd make a different decision today. i like this version of hange the way she is, and i hope hange's nb/gnc status comes across in more than just pronouns. hange's full identity is so much more than that and that is what i wanted to explore. and i think no matter where you fall on the whole LGBTQIA+ spectrum, you are more than just the label you've chosen. yes, in this story levi is bi/pan. but i don't think he ever says that explicitly, and he avoids labels. it seems fussy to him, which feels levi. discourse would not be his thing. i think even having a debate about whether or not he was bi or pan wouldn't be something he would want to engage in, he just wants to do what he wants. instead it's heavily implied. i think we forget since so many of us experience this discourse online and want to label things that there are people who don't want to involve themselves in it. it goes back to how would this character act. for instance, based on how levi is in canon, i can see many ways to interpret his sexuality. there's cues for a lot of different takes. but levi doesn't seem like the type that would need a definitive label in order to be happy. there's many ways to interpret hange's gender (and i've written several takes, some where they're more insistent on their pronouns), but i think hange's more excited to explore life than worry too much about much about how they're addressed or how someone talks about them. maybe another character might be more caught up in labels but hange and levi not so much
D: No, don't be sorry, I am more than thankful for your answer. I really appreciate it! I don't get to have these kinds of conversations with other writers, so I am grateful for your insights.
K: a really funny anecdote for you: i loosely based the idea of my levihan off of spongebob and squidward. you know, since they start out as neighbors and hange is more invasive than levi is used to
D: that's.... a stretch. but thanks for the tidbit! was the annual star wars contest also something that you do in your family? that part as well as all the geeky references won me over tbh!
K: it was an extremely loose inspiration! but hange mowing her lawn in the middle of the night so levi wouldn't be mad at her is on par with a spongebob move. and um...my family, while they can be a little nerdy, is not nerdy enough to do the star wars tournament! i made that up entirely
i just imagined hange having eccentric family, so they have very unusual traditions that none of the children question
i'll be the first to say a lot of city comma state is unrealistic and a little bit of a domestic fantasy. there's a lot of problems with money, employment and such that hange and levi SHOULD have but that's a little too real and not what i want to be the focus of this story. like hange landing a job that gives her a day off and she doesn't suffer a severe pay cut as a result? unrealistic. but i have other things i want to tackle. plus, in canon we have humans that turn into giants and 3D maneuver gear which would probably kill its user in real life. i think making certain parts of this fanfic a little idealistic is okay
D: are there other works that influence your writing? or authors that inspire you to write?
K: There's too many influences to count. reading is so important and even things that are bad are helpful. i actually was trying to read a YA series that seemed really cool and i had to stop reading because so many things were so annoying (I won't reveal which, since i think it has a small but dedicated fandom and i don't want to rain on their parade, it is purely a taste thing to some degree). instead of being upset and thinking that I wasted my time, i took note of what made me stop reading (that is a long list of things i didn't like so i won't bother to outline each one). even if it's something as small as a fanfiction that you had to click out of, ask yourself why you stopped. Especially with fanfiction: you already like these characters, what you're looking for is usually pretty specific (a pairing, an au, a specific scenario, etc). why, when this author has ticked all your superficial boxes, did you stop reading? and when you love something as yourself why. Ask yourself why you love the source material even! do you really love the plotlines and the world or do you love the characters? Is the dialogue strong? something to also pay attention to: people in general. how do they speak, gestures, facial expressions. really listen to how people talk (Youtube podcasts are really good for this!).
i think people would be surprised, a lot of what i really like to read is very all over. from surrealist novels, to classic literature, to science fiction aimed at children (i'm finally reading animorphs after almost 20 years!). and what i write for original fiction doesn't reflect what i'm probably best known for.
D: thanks for this, Kippie! looking forward to reading more of your works!
K: i'm still amazed at the response! writing is so solitary to me and i don't really look at my numbers. it never occurred to me that people would be discussing my fic!
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If you haven't read Kippie's Levihan fic yet, here's the link to get started: City Comma State
#levihan#aot#snk#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#interview#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#mine#djmarinizela
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callumhighwayweek day 2 -Â âI canât think straight around you.â (ao3 link)
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âI should go. Whit will be wondering where I am.â
Ben doubts it. Whitney was surrounded by Chantelle and Lola on either side, doing their umpteenth shot for the night at the bar the last time heâd seen her, right before he followed her fiancĂ© through the heavy, wooden doors of the pub.
The Vic is packed tonight. The party they had going on for whatever reason and the regular Friday evening punters mixing together to fill the place up to the brim and no one even noticed Callum leaning down to whisper the words car lot into Benâs ear on his way to the gents. He doubts anyone even noticed both of them are missing.
Heâd sworn to himself he wouldnât do this anymore; wouldnât come running whenever Callum asked, or begged, him to. But itâs almost like heâs powerless when it comes to this, to him. Callum only has to look at him to get him to follow; to meet him somewhere secluded in the dark of the night; to accept the invitation to have him in his bed whenever Whitney is out or away.
He didnât plan for it to happen again after that first time in the park and itâs obvious Callum hadnât either. But there was this confrontation between them before the second time, a snide remark from Ben that snowballed into a full-blown argument, and before he could even get his wits about him they were tearing at each otherâs clothes, pressing biting kisses onto the otherâs lips. The third time started with a text from Callum saying they needed to talk and ended with Ben on his knees in the Arches.
He stopped counting after that.
Ben would love to pretend this is just about his purely selfish want for sex, a quick and easy way to get an orgasm, but it hasnât been about that for a while now; maybe it never was. Thereâs nothing easy about this or about the ever-growing want to march into that building in a couple of weeks and beg Callum not to get married.
Ben Mitchell doesnât get attached anymore and he certainly doesnât catch feelings - only it seems he does for Callum Highway of all people.
So they meet up. They kiss, they have sex and Ben pretends he doesnât leave a piece of his already battered heart with Callum every time he leaves him afterwards.
ââCourse. Donât want her to think youâre playing away.â
He can barely keep the venom out of his voice; the jealousy bleeding into their conversations more and more the longer this affair between them continues. Callum might not want to label this as one, might not want to think too much about what theyâre doing at all, but itâs exactly whatâs been happening.
Theyâre sneaking around behind Whitneyâs back and Callum might want to refuse to believe it, but he is actively cheating when he fucks into Ben on the couch at the car lot after basically eye fucking him across the pub the entire night at the Vic beforehand.
âBen, come on.â
Ben masks his eye roll by looking down at the buttons of his shirt heâs still doing up again, fumbling with the little, white buttons and smoothing the fabric down when heâs done. Heâs becoming more and more transparent the more they do this, have this kind of conversation with each other, he knows he is but he just canât help it. He canât keep pretending this is enough for him.
Callum is standing a feet away from the couch, stepping back into his jeans and flattening his hair back down so it doesnât look like Ben ran his fingers through it while they were having sex with each other - even though thatâs exactly what happened.
Looking at Callum now, Ben knows heâs easily the worst mistake heâs made since coming back to Walford; the one thing he never planned for. Not trying to help Callum find his way to himself, or kissing him that first time, he couldnât regret that even if he tried. But letting himself go back time and time again; letting Callum touch and kiss and feel him ways he hasnât let another man do in so long; letting himself fall for him in the process of all this.
âItâs alright. Donât matter, does it.â
He isnât really sure whether heâs talking about his own feelings or about Callum going back to Whitney when they both know this will happen again anyway, but it does make Callum pause in front of him, looking up to search Benâs face for something he doesnât really know. Ben doesnât meet his eyes; his shoeless feet prove to be more interesting right now.
Callum takes a step forward, feet aligning with Benâs on the ground. Heâs wearing his black sneakers again already, ready to walk out the door and back to his fiancĂ©e, leaving Ben behind in the cold; nothing more than the outsider looking in.
The thought alone makes something in his stomach squeeze and turn.
âI know this is⊠complicated. And I do love her...â
Callumâs voice sounds strained, pained even, so Ben holds back the snort threatening to come out of his mouth, refraining from pointing out that Callum canât love her that much if he keeps going back to Ben, keeps telling him he misses him the second theyâre back in each otherâs arms. If he really loved her as much as he likes to claim in front of Ben, he wouldnât feel the need to keep texting him in the middle of the night.
Heâs getting married to a woman while Ben keeps doing everything to get him to somehow choose him - complicated doesnât even begin to cover it.
âBut with you- itâs like I canât think straight around you.â
Callum crouches down so heâs on Benâs eye level, one of his hands darting out to run over Benâs thigh in front of him. His eyes are bright and sincere, expression so completely open and honest, and this is why he keeps going back. This is the Callum he canât seem to walk away from.
Because thereâs so much potential between them. Ben is sure they could be so good together if given a real chance. They feel like two puzzle pieces to him sometimes, only making sense when put together to create an entire picture.
The knowledge that theyâll never get there is sobering. And too much to think about right now.
âUnfortunate turn of-â
âBen.â
They huff out a quiet laugh together, heads falling forward before their eyes meet again with quiet smiles. Callum's thumb on his thigh moves back and forth, caressing the skin underneath in soothing motions. His other hand comes up to Benâs cheek, taking it safely into the palm of his hand, and it takes every ounce of willpower for Ben not to lean into the touch.
âJust- when Iâm with you, itâs like my head ainât even working anymore. Like it doesnât know whatâs good for me. Nothing makes sense until youâre there with me. I canât make sense of any of this.â
Ben knows that trying to convince Callum that the solution to how he feels is being true to himself and admitting heâs gay is for nought. They had this conversation, sometimes even an argument about it, a million times before and the outcome always remains the same - with Callum storming off insisting he loves Whitney and Ben getting drunk alone in the Albert, rejecting every guy that comes up to him because they arenât the one he really wants.
Itâs hopeless. And the endless cycle of it does neither of them any good.
âItâs okay. Youâre gonna figure it out.â
Itâs the closest thing he can say to what he wants, that doesnât make Callum walk away in a huff. But the more he says it, the less he truly believes in it. Heâs resigned; almost emotionless when he says it. Because thereâs only so many reassuring words he can say when the results just donât match.
Because while Callum does come back to him again and again to kiss the truth onto his skin, he still goes back to her every time afterwards to plan a wedding that keeps creeping closer and closer.
They are something with an expiration date, a limited lifespan.
And when the time, the ending, finally comes, Callum will be blissful and happily married and Ben will be left with a heart thatâs been broken one too many times to ever be complete again.
âPlease donât be mad at me.â
Ben doesnât think he could be even if he tried. Heâs in way too deep for that.
No matter how disappointed or hurt he is by this push and pull they have going on, he knows Callum isnât doing any of this intentionally. He knows, from deep personal experience, that his head is in a right state at the moment and he doesnât want to add to the storm thatâs already raging inside of Callum. He wants to make it better for him. If only Callum would let him.
âIâm not. Promise.â
They keep looking at each other for a long moment; no further words shared between them. Ben keeps fiddling with the hem of Callumâs shirt, running his finger along the stitching on the inside. It doesnât take long for their eyes to drop down to each otherâs mouths and when they do, the space between them becomes charged again; heat rising inside their bodies.
Callum leans forward at the same time Ben leans back and so they fall back onto the couch together, Ben pulling Callum back on top of him with hands fisted in his shirt. Their mouths meet again, tongues sliding together and hands back to wandering over each otherâs bodies.
There are kisses being pressed along his jaw and down his neck and Ben canât help but let out a low moan in response to it, his hands coming back around to mess with the buttons on Callumâs checkered shirt again.
Heâs about to slip the top button free when thereâs a sharp ping coming from Callumâs jacket on the floor beside them, ripping through the tension between them. Itâs like a bucket of ice cold water is being dumped on them; the sharp burst of the bubble they keep creating around them.
Because Ben already knows who it is thatâs texting Callum right now and it serves as another stark reminder that heâs just the other man; the bit on the side.
Callum leans away from him to unearth his phone from the floor and Ben can immediately tell by the way his face changes that thereâs no round two for them right now. Instead, Callum shuffles off of him, pocketing his phone again so he doesnât have to look Ben in the eye. Itâs probably easier for him that way, Ben reckons. He canât relate.
âItâs Whit.â
He doesnât elaborate any further. Ben is grateful for that; he doesnât want to hear it anyway.
âYeah.â
He watches him while Callum shrugs his jacket back on and runs his hands over his clothes to make himself look presentable again; combing through his hair and straightening his shirt.
When heâs done he turns back to Ben, taking one, two steps to him and leans down to press a soft kiss to his cheek as a goodbye. They never say âbyeâ or âsee you laterâ; still stuck somewhere between insisting to themselves this wonât happen again and knowing they will go back to longing for each other by tomorrow.
Ben knows the moment Callumâs lips leave his cheek, leaving behind nothing but the ghost of his touch, that itâll always be like this for as long as this thing between them continues.
Callum will text again. And Ben knows heâll come running each and every time.
No matter how much it hurts him.
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Modern Love
tackytiger @tackytigerfic
Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Slow Burn, Oblivious Harry Potter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Politics, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Songfic, Friendship, Found Family, Mentions of Cancer, References to Illness, Chemotherapy, references to canonical child abuse, references to canonical deaths, References to Depression, Drunkenness, Sad Harry Potter, Church Services, Hymns, Atheism, Kissing in Church, Religious Discussion, Light Angst, Boxing & Fisticuffs, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Gay vicar, Original Character(s), Original Character Illness, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Scars, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Minor Draco Malfoy/ Sexy Tall Vicar, Draco Kisses Someone Briefly Thatâs All I Promise, Magic/Muggle Relations, Jealousy, Family Drama Series: Part 1 of Modern Love
Summary:
Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isnât always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely thereâs something moreâsomething betterâthan 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 doesnât seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harryâs life, all of a sudden, and even though heâs wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, heâs happy. So whatâs he doing right, that Harry isnât?
Because things donât really change, do they? And if Harry canât be happy, heâll settle for a good nightâs sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.
And thatâs what starts it all.
Excerpt:
âDo you know,â he says conversationally, âwhen I was little, my mother used to wash my hair for me.â
âI did not know that,â Harry says gravely. âThough I canât say Iâm surprised. It was always particularly glossy-looking when we were at school.â
The disadvantage of Malfoy being so close, Harry discovers, is that itâs easy for him to find the softest bit of Harryâs tummy to pinch.
âI was actually quite a cosseted child. Spoiled rotten in fact. You may find that astonishing when you consider what a delight I was as a teenager. But my parents were busy people. My father ran the estate, and spent a lot of time in London, of course. So I didnât see them much in the evenings. The nursery was in its own wing, naturally, and my nanny was very attentive.â
Harry snorts at that, but then thinks about tiny Draco with his face upturned toward Lucius, alight with worship, and feels a bit sad.
"So it was my favourite thing when I was small, having my mother give me a bath. It was always a very special treat. Sheâd sit on the floor with her sleeves rolled up and the front of her robes would get all wet and foamy from me splashing, but she never minded. And sheâd keep spelling the water hot so I could stay in for as long as I wanted.â
Harry canât imagine it. He vaguely remembers when he was tiny, standing shivering in the Dursleysâ avocado-coloured bath while Petunia sprayed him with tepid water from the shower head, scrubbed him with carbolic soap. And then after a while, she stopped even doing that. Harry used to sneak in and wash when no one noticed, used to pile his clothes in with the rest of the laundry, since he was the one doing it anyway. But he knows that as a child he was probably never all that clean. How did no one ever notice, he wonders, not for the first time. Why did no one care?
âAnd when I was tired and wanted to get out, sheâd turn me around with my back to the edgeââ Harry hears the snap of a bottle lid, smells something fresh and sharp, like the crush of sun-hot meadow grass (like Malfoy, he thinks) ââand sheâd wash my hair for me.â
Then Malfoyâs hand is on Harryâs hair, and he starts to rub gentle, workmanlike circles from Harryâs crown down to his nape. He pulls his other hand back from around Harryâs body, though he stays close enough that Harry can still feel him against his back, and then he starts to work through Harryâs hair with both hands. His fingers are strong, raising bubbles at Harryâs temples, moving with pure intent through the curls that are flattened and lengthened by water, resting at his nape for a moment, gathering the curls in his fist then releasing them as he lathers, sluices, strokes.
Itâs all Harry can do to keep quiet. Having Malfoy touch him like thisâhaving anyone touch him like thisâfeels like too much. No one has ever laid hands on him like this, with such focus, like heâs the only thing that matters.
And he thinks of Narcissa crying at Andyâs kitchen table all those months ago, and how he had wondered why anyone would want to cry over Malfoy, of all people. How stupid he had been, how stupid and short-sighted, to think that Malfoy was unlovable just because Harry had him all neatly tidied away in his mind, relegated to uselessness by some weird little childhood rivalry.Â
Malfoy is probably the most lovable person Harry can think of, it turns outâhe just hadnât known it before. And in the end, it was just a case of Malfoy deciding to let Harry love him, that was all. Once Malfoy made that decision, there was nothing Harry could have done.
And now he knows how Narcissa feels, because his eyes are smarting with the sour threat of unshed tears. He wants to cry over arguing with Malfoy, who is one of his best friends and who heâs pretty sure heâd do anything for, and when did that even happen?
Malfoyâs hands are still in Harryâs hair, and the lather is sliding down Harryâs body to puddle at their feet, and he doesnât think anything has ever felt quite so intimate as the insistent pressure of Malfoyâs fingers on the hidden curves of bone behind Harryâs ears. Malfoy keeps talking.
âShe was so gentle with me,â he says. His voice is nearly a whisper, but his mouth is so close to Harryâs ear that every word carries over the water. âShe used to say, âIâll take care of you, sweetheart. Iâll take care of you.ââÂ
He tugs his fingers through the lengths of Harryâs hair, lets the water rinse him clean, then lets his hands fall to Harryâs shoulders, his thumbs moving in restless circles over the notches of Harryâs spine.
âIâll take care of you, sweetheart,â he says again, and it means something different this timeâsomething for the now, rather than an echo of the pastâand Harry hadnât realised how long heâd been waiting to hear that. Usually, taking care of Harry is a duty. And some people hated him for it, and even the people who didnât ended up getting hurt, dying.
Malfoy says it like itâs easy, like itâs a gift. Like itâs not a chore at all, just a simple pleasure.
Harry lets his head fall back onto Malfoyâs shoulder, so Malfoyâs face fits snug in the curve of Harryâs throat, and Malfoyâs arms drop down to fit around Harryâs waist again. Harry isnât sure how long they stay there, but the water starts to run cool, and the creaking pipes make a resentful thumping sound when Harry fiddles with the dial to turn the heat up.
âWhen I came into the shower,â Malfoy murmurs, âI was going to kiss you.â
And Harryâs blood does that dizzying swoop that sometimes happens around Malfoy, only this time it all rushes straight to his wet naked cock, and heâs hard and getting harder at just the thought of a kiss, and he wonders distantly if instead of being mad about Malfoy, heâs just going a bit mad in general. Itâs been a while since heâs been with anyone, after all. And itâs been even longer than that again since heâs been with someone he likes so much.
âOnly I thoughtâŠâ Malfoyâs low, amused voice is a torture device this close to his ear. âI thought if I kissed you, we would probably end up fucking, Which⊠you know. It might not be such a bad thing, to get it out of our systems. Right? And it would probably be really good.â
âThanks,â Harry says distantly, absurdly.
âFor you Potter, because it would be sex with me, please keep up. But then I got in here with you and I ended up talking about my fucking mother to you, telling you things Iâve never told anyone, and I could feel you getting all tense and weird about how those arsehole Muggles of yours never took care of you, let alone that prick Dumbledore who at least was supposed to be one of the good guys.â
He sighs again, moves his face away from where heâs still nuzzling Harryâs neck, and hooks his chin over Harryâs shoulder. His arms tighten around Harryâs middle.
âAnd I remembered that sex is easy. Itâs so fucking easy, and because it would be good, it might feel like the right thing to do. But weâve worked so hard at this, havenât we? Yeah, I know itâs a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. Weâre friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?â
âWell. I mean, I did have to kill Voldemort when I was seventeen?â
âIâm including that, and Iâm including your opening waltz at the Yule Ball because that was a study in despair for all concerned, including those of us who had to sit through it. Look, we took a while to get here, is what Iâm saying. It probably felt like a terrible idea most of the time we were doing it. God, remember that first time at Fandâs? The first time my friends found out about you? Weasleyâs birthday party? But then I didnât even notice when the you part of it all started being something easy. And if we kiss, we have to figure the whole thing out again. So now I donât know what to do. BecauseâŠâ âthe ghost of a hot breath against Harryâs ear, and the shivery feeling of Malfoyâs mouth moving close enough to touch Harryâs skinâ â⊠I would really like to kiss you now, and I donât know how to feel about that.â
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HERBERT WEST CHEAT SHEET !
since my muses are not super well known in the contemporary rpc ( and iâm too lazy to do a full about page at this very moment ) i decided to put together little posts for them that give their general backgrounds, vibes, and plot possibilities !
this is a mix of canon and headcanon, and these are subject to change / adapt as i get more used to writing the characters
BACKGROUND:
Films: Re-Animator 1985, Bride of Re-Animator 1990, Beyond Re-Animator 2003
We donât talk about Beyond Re-Animator......
Dr. Herbert West, 24 in the first movie, 27 in the second movie, idk like 40 in the third movie. Mad scientist to the MAX. In the novelization Herbert is an orphan who gets passed around in foster homes before eventually going to undergrad at NYU and pursuing his theory about the re-animation of dead tissue. Mostly people think heâs sort of crazy until one of his articles catches the eye of Dr. Hans Gruber at a university in Switzerland, and he invites Herbert to come work alongside him. Herbert eventually grows to respect Gruber as both a mentor and father-figure.
Herbert and Gruber develop a reagent that affects re-animation in dead animal tissue but they know that for their results to be taken seriously they need to do a human trial. Dr. Gruber volunteers but the dosage of the reagent is too large, and though it brings Gruber back to life it quickly overwhelms his system and he dies again. Herbert is taken into psychiatric custody in Switzerland but is eventually released.
Herbert returns to America and specifically sets his sights on Miskatonic Medical School in Arkham, Massachusetts because one of the staff, Dr. Carl Hill, used to work with Gruber years ago, and even went on to plagiarize some of Gruberâs work and publish it in America. Herbert makes it his secondary goal to absolutely terrorize Dr. Hill, and because heâs a chaotic gremlin in human form heâs very good at it.
Herbert continues working on perfecting the reagent, rooming with Dan Cain and eventually pulling Dan into the experiments as well when Danâs cat dies and Herbert is able to prove his research by reanimating it. Herbert isnât perturbed when Danâs talk with Dean Halsey goes south, and just digs his heels in and insists that the only way to truly prove that the reagent works is to reanimate a human cadaver.
Results are just as bad as youâd expect. Sure, the cadaver reanimates but it also wrecks the morgue and kills Dean Halsey. RIP. Herbert insists that they reanimate him and the dean comes back less like himself and more animalistic, trying to kill both Herbert and Dan before his daughter Meg shows up and stops him. Despite it all, Herbert manages to wriggle his and Dan out of any suspicion from the police but Dr. Hill takes an interest in Herbertâs work once he does exploratory surgery of Dean Halsey and finds out heâs technically dead.
Dr. Hill confronts Herbert in his laboratory and threatens to steal Herbertâs work and take it for his own, offering Herbert the meager honour of being his assistant. Herbert promptly murders Hill via decapitation but decides not to let his fresh corpse go to waste and reanimates both Hillâs head and his body, which come back to life and knock Herbert out and steal all of his work.
Yada yada, Herbert gets Dan to help him go after Hill, the big climax happens. Herbert is able to prove his theory about overdose by shooting up Dr. Hillâs headless body with a bunch of reagent, which backfires and Herbert is left for dead all tangled up in Hillâs intestines, but not after he ensures that his research is safe with Dan.
They never explain how Herbert survives the first movie but he sure is alive in the second movie! Itâs roughly 3ish years after the first film, so heâs got his doctorate now and heâs drug Dan all the way to Peru so they can be volunteer medics in a civil war. This obviously gives Herbert an unprecedented access to fresh bodies for his experiments.
Eventually he and Dan head back to Miskatonic Hospital, where theyâre able to get jobs and a creepy cute little house that used to be a mortuary so they can continue the work. Herbert is now obsessed with the reanimation of separate parts and convinces Dan to help him build an entirely new life from parts. Danâs not on board until Herbert shows him Megan Halseyâs heart and promises that theyâll build the body around it.
Dr. Hillâs head also somehow survived the first movie and it tries to terrorize Herbert, along with a cop whoâs investigating Herbert for stealing corpses. Herbert eventually kills and reanimates the cop, and then gets into even more trouble when all of the other strange creatures heâs been reanimating start coming after him because theyâre being mind controlled by Dr. Hillâs nasty head ( donât ask me okay, this script was written in literally 6 weeks it makes no sense )
Anyway Herbert and Dan successfully bring their creation to life right before getting attacked by Dr. Hill and his army of weirdos, all while Dan is having a mental breakdown because he thinks the creation is his dead girlfriend Meg. In the chaos Dan and the creation escape separately while Herbert and Hill and co. get trapped under buried rubble and are left for dead ( AGAIN ).
But surprise! Herbert isnât dead! We donât know how he survived but we do know that at some point in time Dan turned over evidence to the authorities that led to Herbertâs arrest and imprisonment. The third movie picks up with Herbert whoâs been in prison for 13 years and the dumbass new hospital doctor is a fanboy of Herbert and brings in some of his reagent. Herbert basically starts a prison riot, chaos ensues, this movie is Not Good, but the important thing is that Herbert escapes prison with his work and gets to walk off free and definitely alive into the night <3
VIBES / PERSONALITY:
His work is EVERYTHING to him -- there have been multiple times where Herbert has put his work above his own bodily safety or chance of survival, and I guarantee he would do it again, too. Herbert is mostly focused on being able to do the impossible simply because itâs âimpossible.â Heâs able to convince Dan to help him because he reasons the practical applications of his reagent, like saving lives by aiding in surgeries or helping with amputations, but at the end of the day Herbert is only concerned with discovery, acclaim, and giving classical science a big âole middle finger.
He can be incredibly manipulative when looking for a specific action or behavior in the people close to him. This mostly is seen in how he treats Dan, often reeling him back in with promise of how much good their work will do in the world when Dan starts to get squeamish. Herbert is also really good at finding the sorest spots in someone and pressing on them, but usually only does this when he wants to prove a point or if he really hates someone.
He gains a lot of power by seeming like the more âlevel-headedâ person in an altercation, but he can get extremely excitable or aggressive, especially when something goes well with his research or if itâs being threatened.
Heâs genuinely a good doctor, doesnât freak out under pressure, has neutral-good bedside manner, is very decisive and isnât afraid to make difficult decisions when it comes to a patientâs life. However, Herbert considers himself a scientist first and a doctor second. The work on reanimation will always come before anything else.
Heâs a HUGE fucking nerd, he loves making puns or little zingers whenever he can fit them into a conversation. He also likes playing practical jokes, though he doesnât do it often. Heâs got a great evil giggle.
Oh heâs terrible at taking care of himself. Thereâs a deleted scene from the first movie where Herbert is shown to be injecting himself with a weakened version of the reanimating reagent because it helps keep his brain sharp and makes it to where he doesnât have to sleep. What a NUT. I think he probably weans off this habit, by force or choice. His sleeping and eating habits are still pretty bad, though. Definitely the kind of person who doesnât eat/sleep/rest unless heâs genuinely about to collapse because of it.
Oh heâs also sooooooooooo gay. gay gay gay homo sexual.
There are very few people he outright respects or enjoys spending time around, and with everyone else he is absolutely so bitchy and rude. He doesnât give a single shit about being polite. Also ACAB.
PLOT POSSIBILITIES:
Got any canonically dead muses? Want them to be alive again? Herbert can help with that! Heâll definitely want to make sure they stick around and observe them to see why the reagent worked so well, maybe do some extra tests, so he can also double as a really annoying, creepy roommate. Score!
Med student muses? I have a new classmate for you
Ever wondered what your muse would do if they saw someone graverobbing, or smuggling body parts into their house in the middle of the night? Do they stop him? Ask questions? Offer to help? Nowâs the chance to find out!
He could always use a new assistant since Dan keeps abandoning him after every movie, jfc, loyalty is so hard to find these days
Meet-cute where one of his reanimated creations tries to murder you and he saves you from it <3
#( SAVE TAG: H. WEST. )#ooc#this one especially is very infodumpy#i think that's why i was putting it off cuz i knew it was gonna be long a;lskfjda#herbert is the reason i started this blog..... i love this little bitch so much....#not even sure if this is coherent besties !
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Hb combining 1 w 37 in which steve (or bucky) is trying to mention that theyre a mobster but get interrupted by the rival gang and they have to run & end up in an alley đđ
1. hereâs people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow youâre close
37. Weâre dating and I didnât know you were a mobster/biker
Y/N found Steve so peculiar.
This was their fifth date and Steve hadnât so much as kissed Y/N on the cheek. Heâd given her a hug after their second date, but it had been Y/N who even initiated it. Steve had placed his hand protectively on her back on their first date when a homeless man was yelling crazily on the sidewalk and started eyeing Y/N.
However, Y/N wasnât mad about it. She was just so taken aback from it. Steve acted like men from a time when gentlemen were expected, not a rarity.
She actually preferred this slow burn. It took her awhile to trust people, men especially. Without trust, she wasnât comfortable with intimacy, particularly physical intimacy.
Y/N just wasnât sure if she were misreading Steveâs politeness for disinterest. Or maybe he was in the closet still, and refused to realize that maybe women werenât for him.
But if Steve wasnât actually interested in her, why had he insisted on taking her to dinner tonight and having their fifth date?
âI was grounded for a month after that. Mom didnât take too kindly to me beating someone up, even if he was an asshole who was making fun of my best friend for being gay.â She told him with a nostalgic smile.Â
Steve looked at her over the candlelit dinner with a amused smirk and pride in his eyes.
âRemind me never to get on your bad side,â he chuckled before taking another sip of his whiskey.
âYou? I would never touch a hair on your head.â
His brows raised in surprise. âYeah? And why is that?â
âYou wouldnât hurt a fly, Steve. I canât even imagine you losing your temper, let alone getting into a physical fight.â
His amusement dropped for a second. But he kept his cool composure.
âWell, certainly not with you,â was all he answered back. That way he didnât feel like he was lying. No, heïżœïżœïżœd never harm her. He struggled with even imagining a scenario where heâd lose his temper with Y/N.
The dinner as a whole was almost comically pleasant andâŠcomfortable. Y/N had never felt that unsureness or awkwardness on any of her dates with Steve that were so common in her dating life.
Steve felt like a friend first, which took all the pressure off for Y/N and made her feel like she could just be herself.
After splitting two different desserts and espresso, the waitress brought the check directly to Steve. He thanked her by using her name, which made Y/N wonder how often he came to this particular restaurant.
Steve never let her pay for literally anything: dinner, drinks, coffee. If he thought it was too late for her to take the subway home alone, he would pay for a taxi or another ride service.
Y/N tried not to let her feminist mind get upset about it. But the way Steve went about it was so smooth and unbothered that she didnât feel like there was something expected of her in return.
âThanks for meeting me for dinner,â he told her sweetly as helped with her jacket and lead them to the restaurantâs exit.
âYeah, my presence is always sought after⊠youâre lucky I could fit you into my demanding schedule,â she answered back so sarcastically that made him chuckle in return.
When they stepped outside, the most beautiful flurry had started. It didnât stick to the ground and it didnât make the air any colder. It just fell like a prop in a movie.
Y/N looked up at the sky and then smiled at Steve.
âYou up for a little walk?â She asked, not ready to leave his side quite yet.
There was still so much mystery around him. She needed to solve it before she conjured up any false ideas about him.
He smiled back. âA walk sounds great.â
With Steveâs old-school manners, Y/N half expected him to offer his arm to her. But they simply walked side by side, their hands in the pockets of their coats to keep them warm.
âAre you keeping something from me?â Y/N finally blurted out after they had walked in comfortable silence for some time.
His brow furrowed. âWhat?â
She stopped walking and turned to face him. âYouâre too perfect, Steve. Youâre polite. You manage to make me feel like a lady, and just an actual respected human being. You ask me genuine questions. You pay for everything like itâs the 1930s. You havenât tried to prematurely cop a feel â which I oddly appreciate, by the way.â
She took in a deep breath after she listed everything so quickly. âWhatâs your flaw, huh?â
Steve just shifted his weight.
âAre you married?â
His eyes widened. âWhat? No! Of course not.â
âThen do you have a girlfriend?â Y/N countered.
âNo, Y/N. Iâm not even seeing anyone else. Just you.â
âAre you gay?â Y/N regretted it the moment the words came out of her mouth.
Steve actually laughed at that. âI can assure you that Iâm not.â
Y/N was about to continue her interrogation when Steveâs gaze went past her shoulder, clearly catching something behind her.
He muttered a curse under his breath. It was the first time she had ever heard him swear.
Without giving any warning or explanation, Steve quickly grabbed a hold a of her hand and pulled her into the nearest alleyway. Y/N yelped at the surprise of it all.
She was just about to ask what the hell was going on when she realized how close Steve was to her.
Her back was pressed against the cold brick of the building.
Meanwhile, Steveâs face was mere inches from hers.
He had yet to invade her personal space in such a way. And to Y/Nâs surprise, her heart was racing from the thrill of it all instead of the anxiety it usually induced when other men did such a thing.
Steveâs eyes flickered to her lips and then dug into her gaze.
How did such a look make Y/N feel more vulnerable than any time sheâd ever been naked with a man?
âSorryâItâs justâI saw someone I knew,â he explained lamely.
Y/N nodded. âOh, yeah? Ex-girlfriend?â
He didnât laugh at the joke, just shook his head. âNo, no.â Then he winced. âLook, I canât â I really donât want to lie to you.â
âThen donât,â she retorted a bit harshly.
âI havenât lied to you about who I am. I just conveniently left out a bit about my work.â
Y/N chuckled. âWhat? Are you gonna now tell me youâre some kind of New York gangster or something?â
Steve didnât laugh once again. He swallowed. His eyes held all the answers Y/N needed.
âHoly shit,â she gasped. âYou are.â
He said nothing.
It made sense, which was why Y/N knew he wasnât pulling so weird prank on her. The money he seemed to have a plethora of. The suaveness and confident air around him. His perfectly tailored clothes.
This was the thing that made Y/N question his genuineness.
Y/N glanced back out at the sidewalk. âSo, who exactly are we hiding from then? A rival gang or some shit?â
âItâs not that simple,â Steve sighed. âMyâŠoccupation⊠makes me more enemies than friends.â
âDid we just avoid a shootout or stabbing?â Y/N almost laughed at how ridiculous the question sounded.
âNo, of course not. Weâre not sloppy.â Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. âI didnât-I canât have them see you. As soon as they get a look at you â or the way I look at you, for that matter â theyâllâŠâ His words died out.
His eyes softened as he stared at her. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner. I didnât really know how, to be honest. Most of the women Iâve been with had an idea of who I was before agreeing to a date.â
Y/N put her hand to Steveâs chest and forced him back a few steps.
The new space between them felt like a galaxy.Â
âIf this isnât some fucked up jokeââ
âItâs no joke, Y/N.â Steve interrupted her.
She took a step away from him, walking backwards slowly but keeping his stare. âSo, if I walk away right nowâŠdoes that end with me at the bottom of the East River?â Her voice was shaking.Â
Steveâs face turned crestfallen as he realized that Y/N was now scared of him, even convinced he would kill her.
âY/N, please believe meâŠIâd never hurtâIâd never touch you.â
For some reason, she believed him.
But that wasnât enough.
She started shaking her head, still tiptoeing backwards. âIâm sorry, Steve. I-I canât.â
âCanât what?â He challenged.
âI canât be some mobster wife⊠or-or-or whatever Iâd be to you.â
Steveâs head fell. All his exact fears were coming true. Fears that had grown when he realized he had started falling for Y/N.Â
âI understand,â he replied evenly, even though it hurt like hell to say it.
âIâm sorry.â She was at the end of the alley again.
Did the moonlight and flurry have to frame her face so beautifully? Was this his punishment for all the terrible things heâs done?
âYou donât have to keep saying that,â he muttered. âI should be the one apologizing.â
Y/N just nodded shakily. âGoodbye, Steve.â
Then she turned and rounded the corner, leaving the alleyway and Steveâs sight.
He sighed and rubbed his face. His heart was beating so fast that he swore it was starting to hurt. He started pacing in the shadows of the alley, trying to control his emotions.
His back was turned to sidewalk when he heard the click of her heels hurriedly returning.
He whipped around.
And before he could ask her what the hell she was doing, her lips crashed to his.
Steve instantly reciprocated, clutching her face and pulling her even closer
Heâd wanted to know what her lips tasted like as soon as he had seen her for the first time. But she scared the hell out of him and he tried to be a patient gentleman.
Y/Nâs fingers weaved through his hair, tugging even, and it only drove Steve crazier.
Steve even let her shove him back against the alley wall.
His grip was tight and possessive against her waist.
Y/N couldnât help but wonder what his grip would feel like against her naked skin.
Then she snapped out of it and quickly broke the kiss.
However, they lingered. Both of them were trying to catch their breath. It was the only sound in the alley.Â
Steve pressed his forehead against hers.
And suddenly his hunger turned into a softness, a need for her.
But he knew what this was. And it wasnât Y/N changing her mind.
âIâm sorry.â Y/N heaved. âI just had to know.â
Then she ripped herself from his arms and left the alley. For good this time.
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KakagaiWeek2020 - Day 1 - Burden
Author : JackB
Title : Taking the Burden
Rating : General Audience.
Words : 2392
Resume : Today itâs Kakashi inauguration as the new Hokage. It doesnât matter Gai is one week out of the coma, he will attend.
Tag : Gai killed Madara AU, Injury, Long Recovery, Negotiation, talking about death, canon disabled characters, Kakashi sharp nose hc, a bit of angst and a bit of fluff
Prompt : Burden
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Itâs not that Gai was particularly stubborn, itâs just that he had a strong will and enough optimism to last two lifetimes. It also didnât really matter he had been forbidden from attending Kakashi inauguration as the new Hokage. He would be there without fault.
If they didnât want him to come, they should have wrapped it up when he was still in the coma. But now he was awake and no matter how weak and frail he felt he would still go. It didnât matter if he barely managed to push his own wheelchair, it didnât matter if he still couldnât stay awake for more than a couple of hours. Those things were not important, it was just details in the end.
Getting out of the hospital without being seen by the doctors and nurses was a detail. None would risk Tsunade wrath if he dared quit the hospital and they would do everything to keep him in. Sneaking past them had been feasible, he wasnât a jonin for nothing after all. Feasible, but exhausting in itself.
Going down the stairs on the backdoor of his level with his wheelchair had been a detail, and a terrible idea. No matter how slow and gentle he managed to pass each step, the shock would awaken pain in his whole body. He had opened the eight gates, he had defeated Madara. Enduring this pain was a detail, one that left him panting and shaking at the end, sure, but a detail nonetheless.
Pushing his wheelchair through the soft slope until he reached the Konohaâs great hall, had just been another step in his mission. One he wasnât proud of as he barely had the strength to move. He guesses he underestimated his injuries. Thankfully an old man helped him to the main door. He was grateful for the bandage still covering his whole body and face because he would surely look pallid by now and this kind man would have rushed him back to the hospital in a second if he saw it.
The fresh air still felt good though. Beside the short five minutes walk Tsunade had given him once upon insistent request, he didnât actually have the right to step a foot outside. Even opening the windows had been strictly controlled. It was all about ânot getting germs from outsideâ and âregulated environment for better healingâ or ânot catching a cold from a damn breezeâ. He had argued he was more resistant than that and they could cut him some slack. Tsunade had argued back that, for a fact, he wasnât as resistant anymore and if he didnât stop whining she would cut visit too. He didnât argue for too long, because you just didnât argue with Tsunade. Or, more likely, because he passed out pretty quickly from the excitement this argument had been. It was easier to think the former than to agree with the latter.
But those were still details in his book, not enough to stop him from attending Kakashiâs inauguration. His struggle might have made him late, but it also meant nobody was here to notice he shouldnât be here and decide they would send him back to the hospital. Nor was there anyone to see him pathetically push his wheelchair or struggle to open absolutely every door he had to pass through. You would think opening a door in a wheelchair is not that difficult. Well, it is.
With the last shaking strength he had left he pushed himself inside the great hall. All were focused on the scene and didnât pay attention to him. He didnât have a great view because everybody was standing, but a kind shinobi noticed him and pushed him inside the crowd to a place that allowed him a better view. It wasnât great, but at least he could see Tsunade-sama and Kakashi, which, in the end, is the only thing that mattered.
Despite being late the ceremony had barely begun. He focused all his attention on the scene, trying to ignore his shaking body and pushes back the dizziness. He felt awful. But well, the eight gates made it an art form to put everything else into perspective. Relatively nothing could ever be as awful as the eight gates, and if he had managed it back then it meant he could handle anything now.
It was a detail really, and after everything he had done to get there he wouldnât collapse to exhaustion.
âEverything Iâve done.â Not so long ago attending this ceremony wouldnât have been such a trouble.
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Kakashiâs senses are awakened in an instant. He wrinkles his nose.
âNo.â
His focus shift entirely out of the ceremony.
âHe dared.â
He immediately walks to Tsunade giving her speech and touches her arm to catch her attention. She turn to him with a smile.
âOh no, you agreed to take this burden off my hands, itâs too late to flee.. â She whispers with a grin.
âGaiâs here !â He cut, his throat is dry and he nearly strangles while telling them. He canât believe it. Tsunade immediately lose her smile.
âNo, he canât. Heâs too weak.. â
âJust picked up his scent.â
He can see her jaws clench and anger rouse in her eyes.
âMaito Gai !â Her tone is so terrifying that nearly everybody tense despite her anger not being directed at them. Itâs just instinct.
Shizune in the front row is alert at the instant she hears the name, itâs the same for every medical-nin in the room. They all know about it, it doesnât matter if they worked on it or not, Maitoâs case is so peculiar and exceptional that itâs a recurrent talk among them, thereâs so much to learn from it, and they all know he shouldnât be here. At all.
The crowd is quick to disperse around Gai and in an instant both Tsunade and Kakashi are at his side.
âWhat are you doing h.. â
âWhy arenât you in your hospital bed ?â Tsunade tone is severe. She grabbed Gai by the collar and lifted him a bit out of his chair.
Gai let out a whimper, he is barely holding, his limbs shaking to the effort. He closed his eyes an instant, feeling the dizziness come back.
âNo ! Fight it, fight it !â He opens his eyes and stares back at Tsunade. He wants to give a small apologetic smile but canât manage it.
At his side Kakashi and Shizune, who looked pissed off at first, are now entirely focused on calming Tsunade. He hates how people see him as fragile now. He is, so itâs fair, but he still doesnât like it.
Tsunade ignore them and give Gai a small shake. He groans and let out a huff, suddenly afraid to receive a hit because he knows for a fact he wouldnât be able to survive it. But he also knows she wouldnât waste all the effort they made to keep him alive to anger.
âWhy are you here ?â She knows the answer, they all know the answer, but she still needs to ask.
âCouldnât miss the new Hokage inauguration.â
âI knew we should have done it before he woke up.â Shizune says with frustration in her voice. Clearly this has been a topic they talked about a lot.
Tsunade very carefully put in back in his chair and he canât help but grab his chest and give a shaky breath as he settles the dizziness and nausea away. They are surrounded by all the medical-nin, all ready to intervene in case a problem occurs. But Gai would hate to take more of the spotlight than he already does. This had never been his intention. He wanted to be a quiet and proud witness.
âYou know you canât be out. Do you have any idea of the risk youâre taking ? How many infections you can get just by being there ? Your immune system is already on its knees and youâre just adding to it.â She scolds. Behind her Kakashi is weirdly silent, he is not sure if he is worried or angry and Gai doesnât like it, maybe he is mad. Maybe he would rather not have him around. âBring him back to his room.â She order a few medical-nin.
âNo.â He stops them.
âNo ?â Tsunade repeat with a chuckle. Her patience getting thin.
âNo ! The risk is already taken, staying wonât add to it.â He stares at her, not backing down, despite the fact she is terrifying.
âHe has a point.â Kakashi notice, taking all of Tsunade anger on himself in an instant, he takes a step back just to be careful.
âHe doesnât, risk only go higher the more he stays here. Itâs out of question, he belongs in a hospital bed until I say so !â She turn to Gai. âDefeating Madara donât give you all the right !â
âIt was never about that.. â
âIf he stays, we can rush the ceremony.â Kakashi proposes in a whisper.
Tsunade soften to the idea. They both want it done and out of the way as fast as possible and Gai case could allow them to break protocol. Also even if Gai protest would be fruitless in his state, she knows psychology plays a lot in successful recovery. Sending him back to the hospital after doing so much to come could actually be more detrimental to his recovery than staying would be.
She gets at his level. âI will let you stay if you promise to follow all the rules and protocols I put for your recovery after that. Deal ?â She can see at his posture and his eyes how drained he is. He is only holding out of pure spite and pride and she has to salute his will.
He holds her stare and nod. Tsunade press her lips together, âif he canât even talk anymoreâŠâ this is a bad idea.
âFine.â She agrees but her tone is dry and severe. âWe finish it in ten minutes.â She turn to Gai one last time. âDonât come to complain if you die.â Then walks to the scene.
Gai brace himself to follow her. He is not sure he has enough strength to push his wheelchair to the front row, but thankfully Shizune is the one to push him. Kakashi gently press his hand before stepping on the scene again.
They rush the ceremony without guilt and at the instant itâs official, Kakashi rush at his side, lift him out of his chair. Tsunade is just behind.
âHold me.â He says. Itâs just a whisper and it makes Gai shiver.
He does his best to cling on him and in an instant they are out of the room and back at the hospital where doctors and nurses rush to the room as well as Tsunade who followed them.
As Kakashi lay him on the bed, he wants to say something but only manage to collapse to the feeling of Kakashiâs warms leaving him.
When he awakes again, night has fallen, only a small warm light lit up the room. Kakashi is on a chair at his side, gently falling asleep but not quite sleeping yet. A move on his part immediately rouse him up.
âYou took your time.â His voice is so gentle, but also scolding, Gai canât help but smile.
âIâve just been out a few hours.â He says back.
âTwo days actually.â
âOh !â
Kakashi sit on the bed and grab his hand. Silent reigns between them for a moment, Kakashi gentle caress is the only thing that smooth Gai worries.
âI wanted to apologize.â
âFor nearly dying a second time ? Yes, you can !â Gai frown but ignore it.
âNo, for interrupting your inauguration. I didnât mean to steal the attention. You deserved to have a proper ceremony.â
âThe ceremony was proper.â
âIt was rushed.â
âWhich is perfect for me, you know how much I hate when it goes on, and goes on, indefinitely. You saved me here. Gave me the perfect excuse.â Gai give a small chuckle. âPlus who says I want the attention ? Feel free to steal it all, always, I donât want it.â
âI just really wanted to see you become Hokage. Itâs an honor. Congratulations.â
âItâs a burden.â
âBurden.. Youâre exaggerating.â He stirs up and try to straighten but fail. His body hurt. Kakashi seeing this gently push on his chest and mutter a âstayâ so quiet Gai barely discern it.
âI donât want the position.â
âToo late you took it.â Kakashi chuckles,
âI know. Everybody tells me the same. Now I have to wait until Naruto is ready to take it from me.â They pause. âYou should have been the one taking the post.â
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âIâm serious, you would have made a wonderful Hokage.. â
âNo, not anymore.â
âWhat ?â
âI canât protect the village anymore if need be. I would make a pitiful Hokage.â
âGai.. â
âIâm.. Useless now.â Kakashi frown.
âAh yes, as if the one who killed Madara could ever be useless.â Gai stare at him. âI mean it. And if you think Iâm not gonna make you useful, youâre mistaken. There is more you can offer than your fighting. But for that you have to stop being so kin on reaching your grave early. Donât get me wrong Iâm glad you came to see me, but Iâm the one supposed to die first.â
âSince when youâre supposed to be the one dying first ?â
âSince always.â
âAs if I will let it happen.â
âIâm serious, stop scaring me by taking absurd risk.â
âIt was not absurd risk.â
âIt absolutely was. Nobody else would have managed that, one week out of the coma and with the injuries you have, yet you did. Nobody even knows how you managed not to die from the effort itself.â Gai scoff. âI want you by my side.â His tone changed, softer and bit hurt. He bends to him and slowly pull down his mask. âI need you by my side.â He gently presses his lips on Gaiâs. Heâs shaking and Gai only truly realize how worried he has been.
âI will.â Kakashi press his forehead against his. âI will always stay by your side as long as you have me.â
End.
#KAKAGAI WEEK#KKGWEEK#KAKAGAI#MAITO GAI#GAI#KAKASHI#KAKASHI HATAKE#KAKAGAI WEEK 2020#it's still 25 dec in my time zone so I'm not late lol#still I had to finish a bit in a rush#hope the story is still fine lol#^^'
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A fake dating Au but itâs with Robin and Billy.
They are at a party and some guy is hounding her. Saying shit like donât be a prude donât be a priss. You a virgin? Let me rock your world!
And Robin god love her says something like you are so not my type, lug head.
She almost outs herself, the guy is about to ask what she means by that. She can see it on his tongue- but then Billy fucking Hargrove mad dog but right then a angel in white! He slips his denim covered arm around Robinâs waist before growling out you ainât her type, limp dick, because Iâm her fuckin type. Leave my girl alone. He smells like cigarette smoke and cheep beer and Robin kinda wants to kiss him.
They watch the other guy scamper away. Then Robinâs alone with Billy. Oh god, sheâs alone with Billy. He might actually want her to kiss him?
But then- heâs pulling away. Respectfully. Rearranged his jacket a little to whip out another smoke just to put it between his lips and make it dance unlit as he speaks. âRyanâs an asshole, wouldnât know how to please a lady even if they ever said yes.â He starts explaining. âSaved you one there. But I have a feeling, Iâve saved you a little more, tweety bird. I have a feeling.... Ryan ainât the only one whoâs looking to please some ladies?â
Robin doesnât know if she wants to kiss him, throw a punch, or throw up. But sheâs familiar with Billyâs asshole leer around school and this isnât it. Heâs leveling her with an actual heart to heart question. And sheâs just inebriated enough to nod out a quiet yes.
Billy shrugs. She comes out to him and he just fucking shrugs. Whips out his zippo lighter and burns the tip of his smoke cherry red. He says then weâve got a good thing goin on here, huh?. With a wink. And turns to leave.
Robinâs dumbfounded. Itâs not until school Monday morning when Billyâs standing by her locker waiting for her hand on his belt buckle she fully gets it.
Oh, then theyâve got a good thing going on here.
Billy flashes a real smile the band weirdo. Walks her back and forth to each class. Holds her books. Makes the rumors about him simmer down to whispers as the other students assume heâs settled down his sinful ways.
Some girls send Robin glares in the hallways but itâs much better than gosship behind the back of their hands. Or being crowded against a girls bathroom stall wanting to know why she doesnât have anyone. Is she gay? Is she looking at them? Stop being a creep Buckley.
Monday she eats lunch with Billy and pretends to laugh when he calls Tinaâs new jacket hideous. He brushes her hair behind her ear and shoves his half eaten tray towards her before skipping out to smoke. Robin braces herself for the touch, but itâs not as unwanted as she imagined it to be. Heâs nice in the most unexpected of ways. But still, she watches the table brushing her hair trying to get his ghost hands off when another tray slams down.
And sheâs surprised it took him half the day to put his big nose into the plan.
âTell me,â Steveâs wide eyes are cartoon wide, âeverything,â he hisses.
She rolls her eyes and says later Steve, maybe.
He doesnât let that fly. Insisting that they are friends now and heâs trying to flip a page in his shit life by being friends with a weirdo, no offense, and so he deserves to have just a little gossip still, heâs not going to judge much.
She frowns, groans as she gets up and leads them towards the parking lot. They lean against Steveâs red BMW for two whole seconds before heâs repeating the same questions: spill it, Robs.
Robin describes the party, everything that happened and everything that happened this morning at school.
Steve gets a weird look in his eyes, glances around and down. Worrying his bottom lip as he thinks and thinks under all his big brown hair.
Robin rolls her eyes at him. Says itâs a good thing. Billyâs being helpful!
What if this is a big ploy? A trick to get you to admit secrets and then twist it on you. Out you? Steve whispers. You donât want to think but- people do shit like that in this school.
Robin follows Steveâs eyes to where Billyâs standing with Tommy and Carol around the Camaro. the sight of Carolâs fluffy red hair if familiar. She used to be his friend, Carol did. While at the same time she used to knock Robinâs books out her hands in the hallways of middle school just so she can look down her nose while Robin crawled around the floor to collect them.
Robin shivers, but she shakes her head. Billy isnât like that. Like them.
How do you know? Steve asks.
And Robin can remember how Steveâs face looked last year. How bruised and broken and how it was all Billyâs wild fists. But his skin is healed. And Billy didnât leer at her at the party. This is different. She says to herself before she repeats it for Steve.
Billyâs different.
Steve doesnât know what she means until Billy comes over and wraps his arm around Robinâs shoulders. He squeezes hard. Makes himself at home. Looks at Steve with a smile thatâs way to gentle for sharp teeth and messy mustache.
Hey ya pretty boy, he greets, the words make Robin snap her head up, makes Steve scoff. You hear the good news? Billy says. And itâs code for do you know? Are you hip?
Steve looks at him dumbly, like he canât be bothered. It was only a few short weeks ago he tried to confess to Robin, just to get set down the nicest way. It feels better though, in a way he didnât expect, to have a friend who is so genuine to him in ways he hasnât had before. From anyone. Robin scolds him and helps him and laughs with him where he would otherwise be alone. Outcasted. The least he can do is protect her from... from who he used to be.
But Steve knows Robinâs smarter than him. Itâs one of the reasons he liked her so much. Likes her, he still likes her. Even if he doesnât have a chance.
âI guess you guys have a... good thing goin on?â He pretends he doesnât care. Haughty, practiced, the only flick of emotion the way his tongue wets his lips. And his hand nervously sliding though his long hair.
Billy replies to that by smiling wide and mean, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip like he does in basketball. Sends shivers up Steveâs back. Makes breath hard to get out his chest.
Robin shoves off Billyâs arm. Sheâs standing between them, looking left and right like sheâs watching the ball in pong go back and forth on the screen. Reading the pixels. Then she smirks. Her lipstick red lips parting into a devious smirk.
Why does he call you pretty boy, Steve? She asks quickly, low, should I be jealous youâre flirting with my boyfriend?
Steveâs smug mask of annoyance cracks and slips between his fingers. Heâs not quick enough to catch it. His jaw drops open. But his eyes donât turn to Robin, he keeps watching Billy. Watches as that wild dog smirk fades and a cherry blush grows over his California sun kissed freckled cheeks.
The bells rings just then. Before either boys have a chance to reply. Robin has to stop herself from skipping into the school building.
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Some Things Do Change
BAU x OC Aundreya
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
Summary: Aundreya loops the rest of the team in on DeLeonâs most recent threat, and receives a phone call with unexpected news. Story twenty-three.
Category: Just a normal case. I guess a little angst and a little fluff if you look for it.
Warnings: Cussing. Mentions of hate crimes as their case. Mentions of death and murder.
Word Count: 5.6k
A/N: I still know nothing about prison protocols.
I had a plan.
But this time, I was sure that it actually accounted for everything. Now that I knew DeLeonâs main motivations were to get back at me, to destroy my connection with everyone I care about, and above all take an eye for an eye, I felt better prepared.
I called and told Mateo that he needed to be on the lookout in case DeLeon came after him, and I told Deen to put some of our best people on him without him knowing. If Mateo knew I had our own people watching him, ready to step in and help protect him, heâd get mad and make sure to lose them, talking some shit about being able to take care of himself. I couldnât have that, because as much as I trusted Mateo, I equally didnât trust DeLeon. He could have anything in store for us.
On the other hand, I talked to Hotch about getting a protective detail for Spencer, without Spencer knowing, but he told me we would have to tell him. I really didnât want that, having Spencer worrying about me and also about himself, so I offered to put more of my people on him, but he said no. Hotch insisted that we get the team involved this time.
Which I heavily opposed.
He didnât care, and gracefully reminded me that it was no longer my call considering a fellow agent was in danger.
We filed into the round table room where a detail was waiting, and instead of Garcia, it was Hotch standing by the screen, ready to present everything to the group.
âWhatâs going on?â Spencer asked, gesturing between Aaron and the detail.
âSit down,â Aaron commanded. We did as he said, waiting for him to continue. A couple of side eyes were passed my way, but I did my best to ignore them and appear neutral. âAs you know, a man by the name of Jamar DeLeon has recently crossed the BAU desk, and it has been brought to my attention that things have been getting more serious.â
It was getting harder to ignore the fiery glances thrown my way. âKnowing his motives with Chambers, and how things nearly ended last time, weâve hired protective detail Clyde to-â
âWhat does Chambers need a detail for? Wouldnât she just use her own people?â JJ jumped in, as if I wasnât even there.
âDetailâs not for me,â I smoothly answered. Confusion flashed across her face before Hotch answered her unasked question.
âHeâs here for Reid.â
âWhat?â Reid asked.
âLast time, DeLeonâs endgame was an eye for an eye,â Hotch stated. âHe had his sights set on you, and we are sure that you are still the target.â
âAn eye for an eye?â Derek confirmed. âBecause she killed Xena, right?â
âCorrect.â
âWhat about that other guy?â Emily stepped in, âMateo?â
âItâs handled,â I assured. She gave me a look, but relented.
âWhat about Garcia?â Derek asked. âI mean, she actually got shot last time.â
âThatâs true, but I donât think heâs going to take the same approach as last time,â I said. âHe already tried that and failed, so I think heâs going to go with a more personal touch this time, and as much as I love you, Penelope, youâre not his target.â
She let out an audible sigh.
âBut I am?â Spencer confirmed.
âYes.â
âHowâd you get him off the first time?â JJ asked. âCouldnât you do that again?â
Aaron and I exchanged a look, which everyone caught, before he answered for me, âThat option will no longer work.â
âAnd whyâs that?â JJ pressed.
âIt was a one time offer, and is off the table,â Hotch sternly continued, giving JJ a pointed look.
âWhat are you not telling us?â Derek probed.
Hotch was about to say something more when I cut him off, âItâs okay.â I looked at him, and I could tell he was silently asking me if it really was okay, and I just nodded. âMy one time offer was with Agent Howard Archer.â
âSo you killed him to save Spencer?â Emily quickly concluded.
I shook my head, âNot exactly. Before I joined your team, I was hiding out within my own ring. Iâd just escaped from prison and was trying to stay as under the radar as I could. Somehow, Archer found me, and he wasnât there to arrest me. He hired me to infiltrate the BAU, get rid of the vice president, and pin it on Hotch. So, I-â
âHold on. You were working with Archer and you killed him?â Emily interjected.
âYes, Iâm getting there,â I confirmed. Hotch was staring holes into me, because while he had figured out it was me who killed Archer, he didnât know about all of this, specifically the part where I was supposed to get him charged with murder. âAfter getting to know you guys, I did everything I could to stall, and Archer was about to expose me when I got put in prison, which was actually a small blessing, giving me a legitimate excuse not to follow through. He visited me in prison and slipped up, letting me know that he was in contact with, and most likely hired, Xena and DeLeon to do what I couldnât. I wasnât about to let that happen, so when I was given the perfect opportunity to run, I took it. I was hopeful that I could keep them off your backs long enough for me to figure out what to do. The ring and I had a plan to get Xena on our side and then take down DeLeon, but when that didnât work-â
âYou killed her,â Rossi finished. âWithout a single trace.â
âRight,â I nodded.
I was about to keep going when he asked, âHow did you pull that off anyway?â
âI didnât,â I smirked slightly, not answering his question. âI was pretty beat up though, so I went to Maddenâs place, the doctor. DeLeon grabbed me from there and took me to wherever it was and started live streaming. I was able to get Reid out of that because I offered him more than what he wanted.â
âWhich was..?â Rossi prompted.
âHe could get an eye for an eye by killing Spencer or Mateo, but what he really wanted was for me to feel as hurt as he did. I told him that Iâd carry out my deal with Archer, wrecking my relationships with all of you and most likely the ring along with it.â
âThat was actually pretty clever,â Emily admitted.
I shrugged, âNot clever enough. The last loose end in all of this besides DeLeon himself was Archer. He was panicking because heâd hired three of the biggest criminals in the nation to do his dirty work, and we werenât exactly playing nice with one another. I had people following him and they told me that he was on edge and having weird phone conversations. Plus, I thought he hired people to come after me and was worried that he was in contact with DeLeon to carry out the deal and get me caught in the process. He was unreliable, soâŠâ I didnât need to continue. âBut now, DeLeon is going to be extra pissed that I played him and Iâm sure heâll be taking a more direct course of action, hence Clyde.â I gestured toward him. They were all silent, shifting their eyes between me, Hotch, and the protective detail.
âHoly shit, Chambers,â Tara spoke up first. âWhatâs your plan now?â
âThatâs what we brought you in to talk about,â Hotch said, gaining back control of the conversation. âWe will have Clyde with Reid and will then have to wait.â
âWait for what?â Derek asked, the discomfort apparent in his voice.
âWait for DeLeon to make a move. We may know that heâs one of the biggest criminals, but we donât have any proof that will hold up in court, so yes. We wait.â
âYouâre just gonna let him take Reid and kill him for evidence?â Derek raised his voice.
I shook my head, âHe wonât kill him. At least, not when he first grabs him. Heâll want me watching, and preferably in person.â
âWeâll give him that,â Hotch assured. âOnce Chambers is in with him, we can track her and arrest him.â
âAnd I can handle him until you guys show up,â I said.
âI, for one, do not think this is a good plan,â JJ chimed in. âItâs super unpredictable, and-â
âIâll do it,â Spencer casually said.
âSpencer, come on, itâs-â JJ tried again, brows knit together.
âI said Iâll do it.â His voice was strong and exuded more confidence than Iâd heard in a while. I was surprised he was so willing to do it, trusting that weâd get there in time.
âGood,â Hotch said, leaving no more room for argument, âUntil then, we continue with business as usual. To not raise suspicion, Clyde will be acting as a NAT who is shadowing us. Garcia, you may present the case.â
âYes, sir,â Garcia said, making her way up to the screen. âFive men within the last two months have gone missing, their last known locations being a gay bar in downtown New Orleans.â
âSo weâre thinking hate crime?â Tara asked.
âThatâs what it looks like,â Rossi agreed, âDo they all match the same description?â
âDo they ever,â Garcia said, pressing buttons to bring up all five menâs faces. âMid-thirties, white, blonde hair, and around six feet tall.â
âWow,â Emily commented, âThat screams surrogate.â
âNow we have to figure out who for. Wheels up in 30.â
The team dispersed, but I hung back to talk to Penelope. She tried to force a smile and walk past me, but I called, âPenelope?â She stopped and slowly turned around to face me. âI-I wanted to apologize. On that video, I know I said some pretty terrible things and I just-â
âNo need,â she quietly stopped me. âI know you were just doing what you needed to.â She then rushed out of the room, leaving me alone. I threw my head back, and sighed as I looked up at the ceiling. That went well.
âSheâs just hurting.â His voice brought my eyes to his in an instant. Spencer quirked his mouth to one side. âItâll just take some time.â
âI hate that I was the one who did that to her,â I confided, âAnd on top of that, I couldnât even prevent her from getting shot. Looks like she got the best of both worlds.â
âYes, but she knows you were trying to save her life. Itâs a twisted sort of compliment that you almost couldnât.â
âIf you wanna look at it that way,â I shrugged. He was about to respond to me when my phone started buzzing.
âIâll let you take that. Meet you by the jet in ten?â
âSure,â I agreed, answering my phone. âHello?â
A manâs voice came over the line. âMs. Spade?â
I paused for a moment. Who is calling and why did they refer to me by my given last name? I contemplated answering when the man asked again, âIs this Ms. Spade?â
âUm, yes, this is she,â I replied.
âHello, this is Todd Joseph with the DC correctional facility in Washington DC. I regret to inform you that your father, Joe Spade, has died as of 3:13 am this morning. I am very sorry for your loss. We recommend that you come down to the facility to make a decision on-â
âAny decisions can be made over the phone,â I interrupted. Under no circumstances did I want to visit a prison when I did not have to, and definitely not for my father.
âOf course, Ms. Spade. I guess my first question should be if you plan on holding a ceremony?â
Did I plan on holding a ceremony? I didnât even think I was the right person to be asking. But there was no one else in his life, which made me the sole decision maker. âI do not.â
âIs there anything specific you would like us to do with his body? Any belongings you may want to search through?â His voice sounded calm, like this was the only thing he had to do all day, like nothing else was more important than calling Joe Spadeâs estranged daughter that was the one who put him in prison in the first place to ask what she wanted to do with his dead body.
âNo. Do whatever you need, but I will not be taking part in anything regarding Joe Spade,â I replied, a bit too harshly. I then hung up the phone, and hoped that he got the message and wouldnât call me back. I leaned back against the table, feeling empty. I wasnât sad that he was gone. Heâd done nothing for me except try to kill some of the only people I care about and ruin my childhood. As messed up as it sounds, I always imagined what it would be like, the day he died. I knew that I wouldnât care, but somewhere in my head I had the image of me feeling happy. Relieved. But heâd been so far out of my mind, that I really didnât feel anything. It would be like if some random person called you up and told you that a complete stranger across the city died and you were supposed to make a decision about what to do next.
I felt nothing. The only thought swimming through my head was that I was officially the last Spade standing. I was it. My grandparents had died of old age, not like I knew them well, my mother was an only child and my father had a younger sister who had taken another last name and Iâd never met her anyways. I am it. I officially have no family left. And I wouldnât even consider myself a Spade.
I was drawn from my thoughts by the sound of footsteps running toward me. âAundreya!â Spencer called. âWe have to go. I thought you were going to meet me in ten?â
Have I really just been standing here for over ten minutes? âYeah, sorry, I got distracted.â
âBy that phone call?â
âI guess,â I tried to play it off, âLetâs go.â I brushed past him, grabbed my go-bag, and started jogging toward the jet.
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The case was actually pretty standard. Weâd found the perp in under four days, and just had to interrogate him before we could officially arrest him.
Spencer had been eyeing me for the past couple days, and just recently, so had Emily. I wasnât sure what was going on, but neither said anything to me, and no one else was acting off, so I let it go. Spencer and I were assigned to go in and interrogate a man by the name of Chase Terry who fit the profile to a T.
We casually walked into the room, Spencer taking the seat across from him, me standing in the corner with my back against the wall, hands in my pockets.
âChase Terry?â Spencer started in a conversational tone. No response. âWhat were you doing two nights ago when Liam Parish went missing?â
âI donât have to talk to you,â Chase stated, crossing his arms.
âYou probably should,â Spencer sympathetically said, âWeâre just trying to cross you off our suspect list so we can find the guy who did this.â
âAnd Iâm supposed to believe that?â Chase asked. âYou put me in handcuffs and dragged me here. You think I did it.â
âYouâre right. Some of my colleagues do,â he admitted, voice still soft, âBut I donât. See, I donât think you match the profile of an out of control, spiteful, bipolar man with daddy issues and internalized homophobia. I think you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.â
Chase shifted in his chair and locked his jaw, âIâm not gay.â
âI didnât say you were. So just tell me where you were two nights ago, and Iâll let you go,â Spencer offered. Chase just sat there. Then, Spencer decided to turn up the heat, voice getting a bit more frustrated, enunciating each word carefully. âWhere were you two nights ago?â
Still nothing, so Spencer pushed harder. âWhere were you? At home with your boyfriend?â
âIâm not gay!â
âThen why was your phone pinging off of three cell towers around the same gay bar that Liam Parish was last seen at?â Spencer had leaned in on the table, getting very close to Chase. âYou were there, we know you were. What were you doing at a gay bar if youâre not gay? Answer me!â There was fire in Spencerâs eyes as Chase still had nothing to give us.
I decided to cool things down a bit, my voice skating across like ice, âCareful, because if you piss him off so much he decides to leave,â I clicked my tongue, âIâll be the one in charge.â
âWho are you?â Chase asked, finally acknowledging my presence.
I nodded my head toward Spencer, âHe asked you a question first. What were you doing at that bar?â
Right as Chase leaned back in his chair, clearly closed off to answering any questions, Spencer stood up and walked out of the room, but not before giving me a small eyebrow raise and a smirk.
My turn. I stayed leaning against the wall in the darkest corner, waiting for Chase to speak first. With the help of a perfect set up from Spencer, he did. âWhatâs his problem?â
âIâve been asking myself that for years,â I feigned annoyance. âBut tell me about you. Raised by a single mom, no siblings, absent father. Me too, actually.â I slowly sauntered toward the table, resting my hands on the back of the chair Spencer had just been sitting in. âHe used to yell at us a lot, when he was home, which he wasnât often. My mom finally divorced him after finding out that he was cheating on her.â
It was close enough to the truth that I could be convincing, but close enough to his truth to get his wheels turning and hopefully lips flapping.
âYour father cheated on your mother?â Chase asked, a bit skeptical.
âYeah, and for some pretty young bitch like half his age,â I lied, allowing my voice to sound a bit more angry. âHeâd been lying to us for essentially my entire life and then left us for her. God, I just wanted to tell him how much I hated him for that.â
âWhat a dick. Mine left us for some guy he claimed to be in love with. Can you believe that there are so many men that do that?â Chase asked, leaning back in from his seat.
âThe percentages are ridiculous,â I sat down as I continued talking, âApparently 70 percent of all marriages see at least one incident of cheating. Itâs unbelievable how these people, especially men, are willing to just throw their family away for some fun one night.â
âYeah that, or like for you and I, an entire secret life,â Chase agreed.
âI know! It just makes you so angry, doesnât it?â
âAbsolutely.â
âI wanted to become an FBI agent so that I could track down my father and tell him to his face how much I hated him,â I gave a single laugh, âThe look he gave meâŠâ I pretended to revel in the feeling.
âIt mustâve been nice. I havenât been able to track down my father and do the same.â He looked like he was zoning out a little, probably imagining what heâd imagined doing a thousand times to his father, what heâd already done to men like Liam.
âI hope you get to one day. Itâs an amazing feeling. But for now I guess youâll just have to keep using men at bars instead,â I casually added, then held my breath.
He sighed. âI guess. Itâll never be as good as the real thing, though.â
âNo, hurting them will never be as satisfying as digging your nails into your own fatherâs throat,â I snarled.
He flashed a wicked smile at the thought, clenching his fists, âNot even close,â and I knew we had him for sure. There wasnât a single jury that wouldnât convict him after seeing that smile and that essential confession.
âCome on, Iâll take you to our tech guru and she can help you find your father.â
âReally?â he asked, standing up. I nodded and we made our way to the exit. I motioned for him to go ahead of me, but before he could grab the handle, I shoved him up against the door. I already had the cuffs halfway around his wrists by the time he yelled, âHey! What the hell!â
âWe donât make it a habit of helping people going to prison find their final target. Sorry.â I led him out the door while he struggled against me, practically throwing him in the precinct holding cell until he could be transferred to a more permanent one.
âNice job,â Emily complimented. âWay to connect with his anger towards his father.â
âThanks,â was all I offered as I walked away, barely catching the shared look between her and Spencer.
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By the time we boarded the jet, it was the middle of the afternoon and we were on schedule to get home before dinner. I was about to pull out a book in hopes that it would make me tired enough for a plane ride cat nap, but I was stopped shy by the tapping sound of wood on wood.
Spencer sat down happily across from me, setting the folded, portable chess set in the middle of us. âWant to play a game of chess?â
I looked at him with a blank face. âWhy?â
âBecause you enjoy playing,â Spencer answered, a bit of a question in his voice. He mustâve assumed that I would immediately say yes.
âYou always beat me,â I slightly pouted.
âBut you never back down from a challenge,â he reminded me.
I quickly glanced around at everyone else on the jet, and the seat Spencer used to be occupying at the opposite end. I cocked an eyebrow, âEveryone else said no, didnât they?â
âWell, I, I uh ⊠No? No. Thatâs not what-â he floundered.
I smiled. âJust set up the board.â
He happily obliged. We went through three games, and before we started our fourth, Rossi called over, âYou just donât know when to quit, do you?â
âWell, someoneâs got to keep his genius brain occupied, and we all know itâs not gonna be you,â I joked, eyebrows raised.
âOkay, I see how it is,â Rossi smugly said, tossing his hands up in surrender, âEither way, Iâm just glad Iâm not you.â I rolled my eyes, and we set up for our fourth game.
And then the unthinkable happened.
I beat him. For real. I really, truely, beat him.
I couldnât believe it, and clearly neither could Spencer because he hadnât moved from his position, hands under his chin, elbows on the table, eyes staring at the board, so I confirmed, âDid I do it?â He slowly looked up at me, lips pressed together, confusion in his eyes and I knew. âOh my god, I did it!â
My mouth fell open and I clapped my hands together. I reached my hand over the board, and he reluctantly took it. âGood game.â
âIt really was, wasnât it?â I rhetorically asked, staring at the board with wonder. Reid started laughing, and I had to laugh with him. Weâd played so many games of chess over the years weâd known each other, and I started to give up on my promise that one day Iâd beat him. âWhat game number is this?â
â203.â
âHoly shit,â I said. âNo wonder everyone on this plane thinks Iâm fucking insane.â
âThatâs because you are,â Rossi called over again.
âTrue,â I agreed, âBut it paid off. Bet now you wish you were me.â
He just playfully shook his head.
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When we landed, it was almost 4pm and we decided weâd spend the next hour getting a jump start on our paperwork. We decided to go and eat together (which I somehow got invited to?), but right as we were about to leave, Spencer and Emily awkwardly stood in front of me. They didnât make a move to get out of the way, so I just stared at them knowing damn well they were about to address the awkwardness Iâd been sensing.
âHey, is everything okay?â Emily asked.
I furrowed my brow, âYeah, why wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know you just seem ⊠not yourself,â Emily observed.
âIâm okay,â I told her with certainty.
âYouâve just been acting ⊠I donât know actually, youâve been acting pretty normal,â Emily struggled, sounding a bit frustrated.
I gave her a look. âIâm confused.â
âDull?â Spencer intervened, âLike youâre you, and youâre acting like you, but something about you seems duller than usual.â
I cocked my head to the side. There was only one thing that made this week different from all of the other weeks, which was, âMy dad died.â My voice was very steady and neutral, which there was no reason for it to sound otherwise.
âWhat, really?â Emily was shocked, eyes going wide.
I shrugged. âYeah, I guess it happened Tuesday night, well I mean Wednesday morning.â
She looked over at Spencer who was trying to hide the fact that he was gawking at me, and she cautiously asked, âShould we be doing anything?â
âI donât think so.â
âNo celebration?â
âEmily!â Spencer turned on her.
âWhat? He was a terrible guy,â Emily defended, shrugging with her palms up.
As Derek walked out of the bullpen to join the party, he added, âIâd toast to that.â
âDerek!â Spencer screeched, wide eyes trained on him.
âSheâs right, though,â he replied, âDude sucked.â
âHe was still her father,â Spencer hissed.
I decided to step in, âNot really. He was more like a stranger, I didnât know him. You know I always thought Iâd be happy when this day came, but I really just donât feel anything one way or the other about it.â
âThat makes sense,â Emily nodded, âSo if youâre feeling normal, does that mean we can go out for normal drinks?â
Spencer elbowed Emily, and she glared right back at him. âYeah. Just normal, after-case drinks.â
âFantastic, first round is on me,â Emily smiled.
âOoh, first round of what?â Penelope asked, as she joined us in the hallway outside the elevator.
âAsk Chambers, she gets to choose,â Emily declared.
âUgh, not fair,â Penelope whined.
âWell, her dad died, soâŠâ Derek explained.
âOh, seriously?â JJ asked with a little pep in her voice, joining the rest of us with Tara, Hotch, and Rossi on her trail. âUh, congratulations?â
âNot you too, JJ,â Spencer complained. I pressed my lips together to hold back a smile. It was kind of endearing that he thought the team should be more sensitive about my feelings or whatever.
âWhat? I thought you hated your dad,â JJ looked to me for confirmation.
âI did,â I told her, âBut I donât really feel anything about it.â
âThat must be nice,â Tara added. I nodded and couldnât contain the small smile that pulled on my lips.
I leaned over to where Spencer was still tensely standing next to me. I whispered, âItâs okay, theyâre just trying to lighten the mood. Plus, theyâre kinda right.â
âI just want to make sure theyâre not being insensitive,â he softened his eyes as he looked at me.
âTheyâre not,â I assured.
When we got to the bar and diner, Emily followed through and bought us all a round of tequila shots. Four rounds later and a few other drinks in, she announced, âI know you said normal, but I think we should go around and share our favorite memory of Joe Spade.â
I laughed in her face, âYou met the man once!â
âExactly. Iâll start,â she smiled. âMy favorite moment was when we found out heâd been stalking you for months because he just wanted you to talk to him.â
âWait, what the hell?â Tara asked.
No one answered her because JJâs turn was next. âMy favorite moment was when she calmly stared him down while he was holding on to Spencer.â
âWhat the actual hell?â Tara intervened again, âHow am I just now hearing about this?â
She was ignored yet again when Derek said, âMy favorite moment was when Aundreya kicked his ass and told him off!â
There was some hooting and hollering at that, and I just shook my head with amusement. Hey, at least they know me well enough to know I can joke about anything, especially the weird and bad things that happen to me, and feel comfortable enough to actually do it. Granted, they are kinda tipsy. âYou people are truely demented.â
âEspecially when youâre drunk,â Tara added.
âLike youâre so much better,â Penelope slurred, sticking her tongue out.
âMaybe not,â Tara said with a smirk, âBut I bet I could still kick all of your asses on the dance floor.â Quickly, all five of them scurried in that direction, leaving Spencer talking with Hotch, like they had since the beginning, and me with Rossi. I rested my chin on my fist as I looked down the bar toward Spencer, who was gesturing with his hands and smiling at something Hotch was telling him, probably about Jack.
Iâd been trying to control myself, but ever since he kissed me, and I knew that things werenât perfect with Maeve, I found my mind wandering to him. Especially knowing everything Hotch told me about him when I was gone, and how I needed to stop running from emotionally difficult things, I just couldnât suppress the urges to look and think about him anymore. I gave in. I gave myself hope. Which was one of the most dangerous things Iâd ever done.
âSo whatâs with you and the kid?â Rossi said, sitting down in between me and my staring. I gave him a look and he asked, âWhat, you said act normal.â
âI did say that,â I grudgingly admitted.
âSo⊠whatâs with you and Reid these days?â
âWho said there was anything with me and Reid these days?â I fired back.
âOh Chambers,â he faked disappointment, âYou know you canât lie to profilers.â
I sighed, âIâm not going to be a homewrecker.â
âI have news for you. You canât be a homewrecker if there is no home to wreck,â he pointed out.
âDoes everyone forget about Maeve?â I asked.
âHe doesnât talk about her,â Rossi waved it off.
âHeâs a private person,â I acknowledged.
âYeah, but you donât understand,â he said, âHe used to talk about her. Then you came back, and he stopped talking about her.â
We sat in silence for a while longer before I felt the need to voice a fear of mine since this all started again. âDo you think heâs only showing interest in me because heâs been to prison?â
âWhat gave you that impression?â Rossiâs voice was a mixture of confusion and what sounded like it could be boredom. Fed up, maybe?
âCome on we all know he canât accept the good things that happen to him, so what if he's just accepting the bad ones instead? I mean he thinks Maeve deserves better, so what if settling for second place is some weird form of self punishment?â The moment I said it, Rossi narrowed his eyes at me and shook his head.
He sighed, âYouâre crazy, I donât know how you got there.â
âExactly!â I pointed out, âI am crazy, thatâs why I canât figure out why, under any circumstance, heâd be interested in me.â
âDoes it matter?â he asked, dragging the words out as he shook his head slightly. I just looked at him. âSeriously, does it matter why heâs interested in you? The reasons donât change anything. You care about each other, so just go for it, thereâs really nothing standing in your way.â I was about to protest when he repeated, âNothing. At least, thereâs nothing from his end. Is there something from yours?â
âI mean-â I struggled to voice my thoughts.
âLook, I donât know how you act around that Mateo character,â he said and I sighed. Of course he knows thatâs something Iâm thinking about. âBut I know how you act around him, and I know how he acts around you. Think about what you really want, Aundreya, and then just go for it, but donât keep putting yourself, and Spencer, through this.â With that, he got up, leaving me alone with a perfect view of Spencerâs glowing face.
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When the night came to a close, we all had to get back to our places. Hotch, Rossi, and Spencer left early, Derek and Penelope got a cab, Will came to get JJ, and I drove Emily and Tara home. They said they could get a ride home like Derek and Penelope, but I insisted. Plus, I really didnât want to go home already. Itâd become a place I dreaded being at.
I opened my door to the usual sight of red on the opposite wall, and had to do a double take to actually notice.
Underneath âThis isnât overâ was another three word phrase in brilliant red:
I have Spencer.
I dialed Aaron at lightning speed, âDeLeon has Spencer.â
âGet to the office now. Iâll call everyone else.â That was all he said before hanging up. I turned around to head right back out the door, and saw that someone was blocking my way. I bitterly smiled to myself as I set down my phone and started taking off my jacket.
âHavenât you people given up yet?â I patronized. âYou lose every single time.â
âItâll work eventually,â a low, booming voice responded.
âMaybe, but,â I narrowed my eyes. He took a step toward me as I delivered a single spin kick to the side of his head, locating two more guys in my peripheral vision, âNot this time.â
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Mha Scenarios
@drbumpkin said:
May I have separate headcanons for being the sibling of Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya? đ They can be younger or olderÂ
Bakugo
Youâre his older sister, so of course you two fight a lot
Itâs not because you two have stuff to argue about, but because you two are so different
Youâre this beautiful, calm, confident young lady who managed to become a hero by 20 and have your own hero agency by 30
All your parents can talk about is how amazing you are
Itâs fair to say that youâre a lot more like your father than mother
Bakugo hates talking about you to his friends, since youâre all his parents talk about
Itâs honestly where a lot of his confidence issues come from
You are kind though, so itâs hard for him to be mad at you for that
When you come home from college, he stays far away
He hates how happier your parents are with you than him
Heâs not jealous though, he knows you deserve it more
He doesnât talk to you for awhile when heâs in middle school, until you get hurt from a villain attack
Youâre in a 3 week coma, and he comes everyday
EVERY
SINGLE
DAY
Since you canât respond, he tells you about everything going on in his life
âI went out running today and I saw Deku training on that dumpy beach.â
âMom is getting on my nerves about my grades, itâs not my fault I canât get all Aâs like you.â
âUA is having their test, but I donât know if Iâll be able to get out of bed for it.â
âIâm just so nervous, I literally feel like Iâll kill myself if I donât make it in, I almost donât want to go and just avoid the rejection.â
âI think Deku cleaned up an entire beach but I might be crazy.â
âWhy canât I be calm like you? I yelled at a girl for tripping in front of me and almost making me trip. She started crying and then I yelled at her for crying.â
âI got suspended for punching a kid. How come Iâm not good like you?â
âI got into UA, so why do I still feel like a nobody?â
âI want to jump off the roof of UA, but you might come back. I miss you so much.â
âI met this kid named Kirishima. Heâs different from anybody else. He makes me feel like maybe life is worth living.â
âY/n, I think Iâm gay.â
âKiri and I went on a date, he wants to meet you. You could maybe meet him when you wake up.â
âPlease wake up, I canât do this much longer.â
âLife is just awful, Iâm such a jerk to everyone.â
âPlease come back, I miss my study buddy. My grades are dropping fast.â
âYou went to UA right? Aizawa talked about you a lot in class today, I started crying. Fuck, damn Deku tried to comfort me.â
When you finally wake up, you make eye contact with him and he immediately knows you remember everything
But you just hug him, and he hugs back even tighter while silently crying
âI love you Bakugo.â
He mumbled back, but thatâs more than you ever thought he would do
Todoroki
Youâre his baby sister, and you two were close
The relationship of you two is not a common one, but Todoroki was never the talker
Whenever either one of you would be upset, Shoto would sit you in his lap and turn on his music in his room, simply hugging and rocking you back and forth
Heâs six years older than you, and youâre the baby of the family
He was forced to watch your father abuse you when you were just a toddler, and he was a powerless teenager
Even though you were a girl, he did not go easier on you like he did to Fuyumi
You had a powerful quirk like Shoto, and he knew that you were the last child he would have a change to make the best
Endeavor had the habit of digging his nails into you whenever you stood next to him and he would get angry, as well as pushing you around whenever he got angry with someone else
Todoroki snapped at his father once when Endeavor threw a glass vase at you when he had gotten off an aggravating phone call with his hero agency and had put you in the hospital due to the extreme cuts over your body
The two guys had only stopped arguing when you fell to the floor unconscious, and forced them both to rush you to the hospital to avoid death
Todoroki lost all respect for his mother who did nothing, and took responsibility for you with his sister and brother
When Fuyumi and Natsuo left the household, and Shoto was about to leave for UA himself, the three of them were terrified for your safety
They knew that you simply werenât safe, and your mother would not be any help for you
Fuyumi simply couldnât take you due to her constant traveling around the world, and Natsuo knew that he was moving soon and you would be forced to switch schools
They needed a way to keep you at your school so reporters wouldnât question it, and yet keep you away from your father
Finally, Todoroki managed up the courage to go to Aizawa, All Might, Midnight, and Present Mic
They insisted on meeting you, and immediately agreed, Midnight even wanting to take you under her wing
She was the mom you had never had, and never knew that you needed
You lived with Shoto in the dormitory, and the year he left UA was the year that you got into UA, due to the training you had done with Midnight
Your father and mother had insisted that Shoto bring you back, but that just caused Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto to threaten to go to the police which shut them up
Deku
You are Dekuâs twin sister, being the older one of course by two whole minutes
You guys are the best of friends and have been inseparable since birth
Yet you guys couldn't be more different. You got your amazing quirk when you were three. You claimed the ability to melt, reshape, and move items with your mind, a mix of your father and motherâs quirk that left you very strong
Even Bakugo was impressed, calling you his partner in crime whenever the kids at school would awe over both of the powerful quirks
Izuku, Katsuki and you are a big group of friends who do everything together, from exploring in the forest after every school day, and going into the city with your moms on the weekends
When Deku was announced to be quirkless for his entire life, you were heartbroken
You noticed how Bakugo slowly began to tease/bully Izuku more, and want to hang out with only you
âWho needs him?! Arenât siblings supposed to have different friend groups after all? Plus, you and I will be the Dream Team when weâre older!â
It wasnât until Izuku came home with a black eye and a cut on his lip when he confessed that Bakugo and a few of his followers had been chasing, punching, kicking, and bullying Izuku at school
The next morning in class, you stormed over to Bakugoâs desk in front of the entire class and hit him with your chemistry textbook
âYou jerk! You say youâre my best friend and then you beat up my brother?! Itâs not his fault heâs quirkless! Itâs not anybodyâs fault!â
Bakugo is standing up, embarrassed as everyone is watching and judging him from being yelled at by a girl, especially someone who everyone knew Bakugo liked
âSo youâre telling me that you donât see it?! Heâs an emotional wreck of a person who is a waste of space and you know it! Just admit that weâre better than him and Iâll-â
You slap him across the face, shutting him up as he stands there, totally unknowing of what to do as you both have tears in your eyes
âI hope you hurt!! You can yourself a hero?! No, youâre a villain! I canât believe I ever was your friend!! Forget the Dream Team Katsuki, Iâm never talking to you again!â
You rip off the necklace Katsuki got you the weekend before when you guys went to a concert, and slam it into his desk before storming out, leaving him totally shocked and unaware of what to do
âHeyyy Bakugo, donât let a girl get to you. That whore doesnât-â One of Bakugoâs followers canât finish his sentence as Bakugo slams his fist into his fist with all of his force, knocking out many teeth and earning Bakugo a week long suspension
Word spreads around the school quickly, and you are labeled as the boss bitch of the school, while Bakugo is somehow known as the jackass who doesnât respect girls, Izuku going uninvolved in the gossip going around
When you meet up with Deku to walk home, you sees heâs been crying
You ask him who hurt him, ready to bitch-slap anyone, but it met by him hugging you tightly
âT-Thank you so much Y/n. I love you so much.âÂ
You two hug for awhile, before you walk home to be met by your loving mother
Inko never finds out about Izukuâs bullying, and you like it that way, so Izuku can forget about it when heâs home
Thanks to you, Izuku stops getting bullied and is left to be alone, everyone knowing that youâll kill anyone who even looks at him weirdly
When your last year of high school is ending, it is announced that Bakugo, you and Izuku are the only ones who are trying to get into UA
People shoot Izuku sarcastic glances, but nobody is allowed to say anything
Izuku ends up getting his quirk from All Might, which he quickly tells you all about, and you are left to train with All Might and your brother throughout the Summer to become great for the UA entrance exam
âI promised that weâd be together forever. Even at UA, when it was thought to be impossible.â
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Young love
*Not my Gifs* This fic mentions abuse briefly and Steveâs father is homophobic. I do not us derogatory language in my stories and I donât plan on starting now. I hope yall enjoy
Steve stood by his locker, staring at the gorgeous Tony Stark. Tony was someone that everyone wanted to know, and Steve wanted to know him so badly. He knew how to light a room up when he entered it. At the same time, he was very quiet. Only had his three friends with him and would always find a quiet corner to study new innovations. Steve kept looking forward at him and dreamed that one day Tony would see him.
Tony turned and saw Steve was looking at him. Tonyâs heartbeat faster not knowing what to do. He smiled and gave a little wave. Maybe today was the day he would talk to the football star of the school. The funny thing was Steve was the talk of the town, but no one knew anything about him. He kept to himself. He didnât have any friends at school and often would eat lunch in the art room. Tony was very curious about him but every time he tried to get close to him, Steve would always disappear.
Tony made his way over to Steve. Today was the day he was going to get Steve to talk to him.
Steve watched as Tony made his way over to him. So, beautiful with dark amber eyes and kissable lips. He sucked in a breath, slammed his locker, and ran away before Tony could get close. Why was he so scared of talking to him? Maybe because he was scared that the guy he really liked and could see himself love one day wouldnât have the same feeling back. It was easier to run than to face his fears of rejection.
Tony stopped halfway to where he was going. He watched as Steve ran off without even a single word was spoken between them. What is with Steve Rogers? Tony huffed; he was going to have to trap Steve somewhere to talk to him. Tony really liked him and would love to get to know him better but that would be impossible if Steve kept avoiding him. He felt a clap on his back, and he turned around to see his best friend Rhodey.
âNo luck.â Tony shook his head no.
âEvery time. Poof, heâs gone. What am I supposed to do if he wonât stay around long enough for me to say anything?â Rhodey shrugged his shoulders. He didnât know what to do to help his friend. All the people he ever liked was willing to talk to him and not run away.
âWell, I know that he has second lunch. Sneak out of calculus and ambush him there. He would have no other choice but to stay there and talk to you.â Tony nodded his head in agreement thinking that it was the best idea he had heard in a very long time.
Steve sat his lunch down in the back corner and pulled out some paper to sketch. This was the only place he felt like he could be himself instead of someoneâs perspective of him. He heard the whispers about him but here he was able to shut out all of the noise and just draw. Sometimes he would draw his feelings, other memories that he wanted to hold on to. On special days he would draw Tony. Today seemed like one of those special days.
âHey what are you drawing?â Steve jumped back by the sudden intrusion. He looked up and say it was Tony. He took his drawing and crumpled up in a ball and shoved it into his backpack. He could never let Tony see that. It would most likely freak him out.
âNothing just doodles.â He started to gather his stuff to leave but Tony came and laid a hand on top of his stopping him from leaving. His breathing quickened. Tony was so close to him that if he leaned a little closer, he could touch Tonyâs lips.
âWould it be okay if I hung out here with you? I brought snacks?â Tony held up a brown paper bag and gave him a smile. Steve sat back down and shook his head slightly yes. Tony pulled up a seat and sat across from him. They sat in a comfortable silence. Tony pulled out a journal of his finishing a sketch of one of his new inventions. Steve pulled out his own sketched pad and started sketching the window behind Tony.
âYouâre a really quiet dude.â Steve paused and put down his pencil to look up at Tony.
âYeah, I like to keep to myself. Itâs easier that way.â Tony was taken back. On the surface Steveâs life looked amazing but Tony knew that wasnât always true. If people could see the bruises on his ribs and back from his father their delusions of the Stark family would be shattered.
âI understand.â Steve analyzed hin to see if Tony was pitying him, but he could see that somehow, he sadly did understand. âDad abuses me.â Tony lifted his shirt up to reveal more bruises then Steve could count. He swallowed the lump that was now in his throat so as not to cry. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the man he loved and tell him that he would never let anyone ever do that again. Tony put his shirt back down and shrugged his shoulders like it didnât bother him and that shattered Steveâs heart.
âYour turn.â
âMy father is an ass too. Found out I was gay one night and took the cigar he was smoking and burned the tip of it on several spots on my shoulder. Said that I was a disgrace to the family. Punched me in the jaw and said the only reason he wasnât kicking me out was that I was most likely was going to get a football scholarship to Notre Dame and that would make our family look good.â Steve gritted his teeth and pierced his lips into an angry smile. Shiver ran down Tonyâs body. Howard was a cruel man and Tony didnât know what would happen to him if his father knew he was bisexual. Tony could picture his own grave. Tears welled up in his eyes and he turned away to wipe them away fast.
âCan we be friends?â Steve shook his head yes. For the rest of the lunch period, they sat in silence trying to understand what they just told each other. Steve wished he wasnât so afraid to talk to Tony before because it was nice to have someone that understood what he was going through.
Everyday then on they met each other in the art room. They would share stories back and forth. Some would make them laugh so hard that they would get in trouble by the next-door teacher for being too loud. Other times they would tell sad stories that would lead to them holding each other while the other would cry. They really found a best friend in each other. Either one of them couldnât imagine what life was like before they truly met one another.
âYouâre trying to tell me that Star Trek is better than Star Wars.â Tony rolled his eyes.
âYes, especially the newer ones. Star Wars is so overrated.â Tony scoffed and through his wrapper at him which Steve dodged.
âYou know what you are overrated.â Steve scoffed and showed Tony his photo of him with Spock ears. Tony made a fake offended face and turned away from Steve.
âYouâre so dramatic. Hey, youâre still coming to my game tonight. I would love it if you came to watch.â Tony wouldnât miss it for the world, and it would give him a chance for him to look at Steveâs butt in his football pants.
The stadium was packed for senior night. Tony sat next to Rhodey which was mad he was dragged to this game. He told Tony he didnât want to come to his stupid boyfriendâs game in which Tony insisted that him and Steve were just friend. Rhodey knew better.
âNumber twenty-nine. Steven Grant Rogers who is being escorted by his mother, Sarah Rogers, and father, Joseph Rogers. He would continue his football career at Notre Dame where he will study law.â Tony jumped up and screamed for Steve. Steve looked up with a smile. He waved which made his father squint his eyes at his son and his sonâs friend.
Once the game was over, Tony ran down to the locker rooms to congratulate Steve for the win. He also thought that this would be the night he told Steve about his feelings. He didnât want to go another day without being able to say Steve was his. To be able to kiss him and have his arms wrapped around him. He knew if they did take the next step it would be a secret for the sake of both of their lives.
Tony waited and waited, watching as each player walked in but there was no sign of Steve. He was getting worried.
âStop it, Dad, he is just a friend. Why canât we just be happy that we win and not have to talk about Tony.â Steve and his father were standing behind a tree away from otherâs eyes. His father gripped his arm and pulled him in real close. He had a scowl on his face and his eyes were really dark. Any other night he would be afraid but not tonight. Not when his father was not only attacking him but also Tony.
âHe better be just a friend. Iâve heard the rumors around town he was a fairy and I donât want that rubbing off on my son.â Rage boiled through Steveâs veins.
âI was one, way before I met Tony.â His father pulled back and laid a hard punch to his right eye which would most likely would cause a black eye. His father pushed him down on the ground and spat on him.
âDonât think about coming home tonight. You know what Sunday come and get your shit. You will never be welcomed back until you grow out of this because no son of mine will be a gay.â His father turned and left leaving Steve feeling angry but at the same time hollow.
Tony was about to be on his way to find Steve when he saw him coming. He ran towards him until he saw the way he looked. Tony slowed down to take in what he was seeing. He stopped in front of him placing a hand to Steveâs eye.
âWho did this?â Steve closed his eyes and brushed past him towards the locker rooms. Tony caught his hand and pulled him back towards him. âTalk to me.â
âCan we just go somewhere just the two of us? No questions. We can just be us for a while.â Tony nodded and let go of Steveâs hand allowing him to go change. Tony didnât have to ask any questions because already knew all of the answers.
They drove and drove. Not a single word came from either of them. The only sound was the static from the radio. Steve finally parked on top of white creek mountain. In a flash, Steve was in Tonyâs arms shaking and crying. Tony rubbed his hand up down his back trying to comfort him.
âItâs okay, just let it all out. Take your time.â Steve pulled back and there was a pause between them. They stared at each other taking in each otherâs features. Tonyâs chest tightened. All he wanted to do was kiss Steve. He wanted to take all of his pain away. In a moment Steve grabbed hold of his face and pulled him in close kissing him hard. Tony wrapped his arms around Steveâs neck pulling him closer, so they were now chest to chest. They kept kissing each one of them running out of air but wasnât willing to pull apart. It was like both of their pain was being melted away and being replaced by love.
Steve was the first one to pull away leaving Tony dizzy and missing his touch. Steve turned away, not in shame but more to collect himself. He knew what he was going to do next would ruin so many things but at the same time, he had nothing to lose.
âTony, I love you. Iâve loved you ever since you walked into the art room and brighten my world up. You make my life better by just being here. I want you to be in my life.â Tony bit his lip not to cry. Everything he wanted to hear he was hearing.
âI love you too, Steve. It doesnât make any sense, but you make me feel whole. You know I am here for you. I will protect you with my last breath.â Steve pulled him back in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around him. Steve laid his head on Tonyâs shoulder looking at the night sky.
âMy dad did this. My dad also kicked me out, so I have nowhere to go.â Tony planted a kiss to the top of Steveâs head.
âYou can stay with me.â Steve shook his head.
âI canât do that Tony. What about your dad?â Tony shushed him.
âDonât worry about a thing.â
For months Steve and Tony dated in secret. Steve moved in with Tony and thankfully his dad only was home about five days out of the year, so they were able to be themselves when they were at home. Jarvis loved Steve and treated him like he was his own son. Steve hadnât seen his parents again after he went and picked up his things which was for the best. He had nothing really to say to his father anyway. For the first time, he was happy. He was just scared that the secret he was keeping from Tony would break Tony. He never wanted to hurt him. Steve came knocked onto Tonyâs door.
âCome in. Steve you know you donât have to knock.â Tony looked at Steve with a curious expression. Tony was finishing up some of his homework from MIT. He decided to start in May instead of August because he knew he would be bored while Steve was away during football training. Tony could see there was a worried look on Steveâs face and he did not like it.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Steve walked over and sat next to Tony on the bed. He picked up both of his hands and laid a kiss on both. Steve handed him his lettermanâs jacket. Tony took it but still didnât know what was happening.
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you this sooner but Iâm not going to college.â
âWhat! Is it the money because I can pay for it?â Steve shook his head no.
âNo, football, Notre Dame, that was all my dadâs dream. Iâve decided to enlist in the military. Iâm beginning basic training next week, and I will be leaving for my first tour in August.â Tony was taken back. He wasnât mad that Steve decided to leave for the military he just wished Steve had told him sooner.
âWhat does that mean for us?â Steve knew what he had to do even if it would break his heart.
âIâm going to be gone for four years. I couldn't ask you to wait for me till I get back.â
âYes, you can because I will.â Steve shook his head.
âNo, Tony, I wonât allow it. Weâre only eighteen. Go live your life.â Tony looked away not wanting to meet Steveâs eyes.
âWhat are you saying Steve?â Steve swallowed his tears and gathered all of his strength he could.
âWe have to break up.â Steve stood up leaving Tony shaking with tears rolling down his face. Tony pulled his jacket close to his chest. This was all he had of Steve. Steve closed the door behind him, fell to the ground. He cried until not a single tear was left and he stood up to go pack his things.
Steve stood in line as he looked around at all of the other soldiers saying goodbye to their loved ones and he was alone. Then the crowd parted, and he saw Tony wrapped in his jacket. Steve and Tony met each other halfway with tears in their eyes. They stared at each other in silence taking in each other like they always did once again. Tony moved first and placed a final kiss on Steveâs lips.
âIâm going to miss you. Please donât die.â
âI will miss you too and I will come back. Now go live your life. For me.â Steve turned around and disappeared in the crowd leaving Tony alone. How was he supposed to live a life when he no longer had the one person he wanted to live a life with, in his life.
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