#i too have seen The Truth and that truth is that preconceived ideas of what gender roles are assigned to what people are so fucking stupid
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Do I Wait For Fate? | E, 3000
Steve Harrington is an old athlete who overdoes himself during a rec league basketball game. His efforts gain him a torn ACL and ten weeks of physical therapy. Upon arriving, Steve is dreading the whole thing but the therapist he ends up with changes his attitude about the whole thing. Eddie, who is doing rounds for OT school, puts Steve back together and brings him back to life... one dicking down at a time.
A Boy Named Xander | G, 1360
Nancy has seen Steve and Eddie fall in love, come together to make a family, and build the most perfect life. Now they're adding to it. She's only slightly taken aback that the boy she thinks is her daughter's age is almost fully grown. Funny now preconceived notions can change a situation.
Lost Boys Life | G, 2822
Twenty years is a big anniversary and Steve plans to go all out. He disguises Eddie's gift in a family trip to Disneyland where their daughter and Robin and Nancy's two kids reap all the benefits. It's not until Steve takes Eddie to a meet and greet that the truth of their trip comes to light. Read to find out what happens when lost boys grow up and add another member to their timeless crew.
Because Your Kiss (Is On My List) | G, 2017
Sophomore Eddie Munson has a secret… one that everyone and their brother knows. His crush on Steve Harrington isn't a quiet one, though not through Eddie's own devices. The popular kids love to mess with him by pairing him up with Steve at every turn. This time around, they invite him to a party in hopes of humiliating him further. Too bad no one knows Steve Harrington is harboring a crush of his own.
I Can't Get No Relief | E, 4049
Steve loves the summer months, the freedom and the heat. He's a fan of the pool and all the time he gets to spend with his found family. All is well except for the glaring lust that overcomes him whenever Eddie is around. Between crop tops and slight flashes of skin, Steve is going mad from the want. Read to find out what happens when Eddie realizes just how thirsty Steve really is.
The Night We Met | G, 2026
Steve Harrington is in the midst of a depressive spiral the night he goes out for a 2AM run. He's completely taken off guard by a car hitting him and has no real idea how that one event is going to change his life. In that moment, Steve meets Wayne Munson, who is both rough around the edges and apologetic for his mistake. Read to find out how found family changes the course of Steve Harrington's life. Happiness can be found at the end of every truck bed.
(Falling In Love) Losing Control Now | E, 2562
Eddie has been having a bad week. Maybe a bad couple of weeks. He's at his wits end when he walks in the door to find a surprise waiting for him. Steve knows just how to take Eddie's mind off his problems, proposing the most outlandish, off the wall, yet fun activity for them both. Read to find out what happens when Nerf darts and stripping come into play.
Something Borderline Sacred | E, 17479
Eddie is a struggling musician with a health problem when he meets Steve Harrington, a newly enlisted Marine. They hate each other from the start but a series of circumstances throws them together. Find out what happens when Eddie gets married to a stranger to scam the government - he's so sure he'll be able to use Steve & run the other way. What makes a marriage & when feelings become involved, can Eddie & Steve make it work?
You Drew Stars Around My Scars | E, 4456
Eddie Munson is a successful story board artist working in an office building. One night, drawing late, Eddie is interrupted by the new custodian. Never in his wildest dreams does Eddie ever think he'll befriend someone at work but here he is, getting swept up by cuteness and a detached attitude. As things progress, Eddie wonders why Steve never talks about himself or why he's never seen the man's home. He'll soon find out there's so much more to a person than the navy blue jumpsuit they wear to work everyday.
Worse Ways To Stay Alive | E, 3316
Steve Harrington's parents aren't total shits. They accidentally notice Steve's hearing loss and get him help. One form of that is a weekly support group that meets twice a week where a brown eyed, curly headed boy changes Steve's life. He's not completely sold on the silence but it grows on him as he learns to navigate life and where he fits in it without the harsh buzz of constant noise.
I Guess I Have To Fall In Love With Strangers | T, 4414
Steve Harrington has a secret. He's been obsessed with this band, Bad Wabbit, for ages. They're new and hip and only advertise for their shows through riddles and clues that must be found by their fans. One such occasion, Steve is on the hunt for the latest venue when he meets Eddie Munson, someone also looking for Bad Wabbit. Can something small and silly like a shitty drawing bring two people together for the rest of their lives? Read to find out!
All the Pretty Girls | T, 4193
Eddie Munson recognizes something in himself long before he knows what that sort of feeling actually means. It's curious to grow up in a time and space where everyone can have what they want but him. Yet, Steve Harrington is feeling the same sort of dissatisfaction. All the girls like him but he's enamored with a brunette boy with curls to die for. What happens when Steve comes to his senses and tries to become himself again? Read to find out!
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I saw the question about the fandom ignoring Jikook and I just wanted to add a point as an LGBTQ+ person there could also be another possibility - Jikook's bright, incandescent, guilt-free associations just seeming too good to be true. Maybe this puts me in category 2 ? But I just can't work out the maths of how they could be the people they are - loyal, dedicated, cautious, private, unselfish - and be so open about such a major secret that can hurt their own team. 'Hidden stories' have more appeal for me because that's what I'm familiar with, and also I guess I think there's another couple in BTS who show a lot of unexpected intimacy without being front and centre in the same way so it's further confusing. (maybe a 3.2 category which isn't really rival shippers but 'competing' shippers since the idea of two ships that can be true is hard to believe)
Idk I just see a lot of people talk about it's homophobia to not believe in Jikook and I think that is ignoring those of us who are cautious because we don't want to get hurt / were hurt and can't trust freely. And / or have alternate fantasies or truths we see in BTS!
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Hi Anon,
I think I understand what you mean and I've seen this pushback, that jikook are so open and seemingly 'too good to be true', in some other spaces as well. I applaud the self awareness you're showing here too, because you admit it's likely your own personal experiences mostly influencing how you think about pairings in BTS, including jikook and other pairings you find more interesting partly because they appear clandestine. At risk of dumbing down your point, this is one central argument rival shippers, especially taekookers, hold on to.
My primary problem with the argument that jikook are too openly affectionate to be anything more, is that it is awfully reductive. Not just because it dismisses the agency of Jimin and Jungkook, but because it assumes the five other guys in their team are just play-acting roles all the time as well. It assumes jikook and BTS have no understanding of how the k-pop industry works, and have no resources at their disposal to engage in any relationships they wish to pursue.
In other words,
Why is it impossible to think queer people do not feel an impulse to freely interact with people they love and care about?
Why is it doubtful to think if given the opportunity to do so in a socially licensed environment, such as within the expectations of a k-pop idol who can freely engage in skinship with his bandmates, they would not take that opportunity?
Why do their own moments of deference and affection towards each other suddenly mean less, simply because those moments are frequent and sometimes captured on camera?
Why is it that several first-hand accounts from idols stating that relationships and queer relationships are somewhat common between idols and bandmates, are dismissed without consideration?
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As I've said before, I don't really know what jikook are. They could both have partners that have nothing to do with each other. The exact nature of their relationship is not something that actually concerns me or that I put much stake into. But it is a myth that queer people are almost always clandestine and that they hardly ever openly express affection towards people they care about.
Again as I've said before, I myself am a queer person and one reason I could no longer ignore jikook despite not even biasing either of them, was because I recognized in them elements of my own queer expression as a visible minority who has lived in a conservative non-accepting country, and I noted how their actions and words have remained consistent for almost 10 years of watching them.
We all have access to the same media showing how the members interact (however certain shippers such as taekookers have made a point of not just dismissing this media, but avoiding it altogether), but the way we interpret that media ultimately boils down to how much we center our own preconceived notions in the narratives we create around the guys. Regardless of what I personally feel at the end of the day about whether or not queer people in the public sphere can openly show affection, I cannot in good conscience dismiss the consistency with which jikook have done so towards each other.
Their own words and actions, shown consistently with cameras on or off, have to count for something. To dismiss that in favour of what feels more familiar or 'right', is entirely your prerogative, but I hope you can understand why for me that view holds no weight at all.
As to the categories, yes I'd place you in a subset of Type 2 and Type 3. :)
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Garvez Fic: Tabula Rasa
Author: Parisian Nicole
Summary: I just really hate CME and its writers right now and how they fucked us over. So, we shall write things the way I want them and feel they should have been. And I encourage and sincerely hope other Garvez fans will do the same. I look forward to reading all the amazing Garvez stories to come!
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“How’s he doing?” He asked the woman standing before him as he closed the magazine he had only been skimming through while he waited for her return.
“He made it through surgery with flying colors and he’s resting now,” She answered with a small smile as she took the chair next to his. “Luke, you didn’t have to come to the hospital with me and wait for hours until Tyler came out of surgery. After tonight’s excitement with saving Rossi and stopping Sicarius, you must be so tired,” Penelope looked at his face as she said this and could actually see his exhaustion.
“Yeah, but after tonight’s excitement my brain is too wired, I’d never get to sleep,” Luke sighed heavily. “Besides, you need a friend right now,” She frowned a little in her sadness as she nodded.
“Thank you, I know the others hate me right now because of my involvement with Tyler. Even though Sicarius’s death means there won’t be a trial that that involvement could compromise,” She said recalling the other’s disappointed looks when they found out she had slept with Tyler Green.
“C’mon, they don’t hate you,” Luke argued what he knew was the truth. “They were all just … surprised…”
“Rossi called me a stupid little fool and said that I should be fired,” She flinched a little as she recalled just how mad the man, whom she thought of like a father was earlier.
“He was disappointed, that’s all, and once he’s had time to calm down …” He tried to console her but she quickly cut off his words.
“He’ll probably never trust me professionally again,” Penelope stated. “And neither will Emily. And I can’t blame them I broke the rules and did something I knew was not ethical in our job. And on top of all that I’m a big hypocrite because some years ago I chastised Derek when I thought he was getting too involved with the sister of a victim in a case we were working. I knew better but I kind of didn’t care at the time.”
“Well, you’ve changed in the last three years since you last worked with us,” Luke spoke softly as he leaned over and nudged her a little and pulled a tiny smile from her. “I’ve noticed your change because you have been way too nice to me since you’ve come back,” She snorted and laughed a little as did he.
“While I was away from you and the BAU I had time to reflect and I came to realize that you’re not so bad.”
“Gee, thanks,” He scoffed at her with a smile and a playful scowl.
“Seriously, I had created this preconceived notion about you when you first showed up,” She explained as she looked at him dead-on. “Keep in mind my very best friend, who I now feel comfortable confessing, I was totally in love with,” Her admission surprised Luke. Although he had his suspicions just based on the few times, he had seen Garcia and Morgan together, he wasn’t sure she was even aware and probably would never admit it to herself or anyone else. He also knew that the feelings were not one-sided, but Morgan definitely wouldn’t ever disclose his other than friendly feelings towards her. Luke could see that their friendship was too important to risk for Morgan. “He left to start a family and a new wonderful life. It literally felt like he was leaving me and what we could have been and I thought ‘The story of my life’. The hot guy I thought might be interested in me picks the hot model type … AGAIN!” Luke frowned a bit at her idea that she was not hot because he thought she was muy caliente. “Then in walks ‘you’,” She makes a blah face and then smiled at him and he playfully rolled his eyes at her and smirked. “This guy who was even hotter than Derek, and I will call you a damn liar if you ever tell anyone I just said that…” She pointed at him and he chuckled. “And Latin and I thought oh he’s definitely a player, Mr. Latin Lover. No way a man can look that hot and not have a little black book filled with hot model types whom he had at his beck and call,” This brought a genuine frown and look of hurt to Luke’s face which she noticed. “I know now that’s not who you really are,” Penelope said gently as she reached over and placed her left hand on his right arm, which rested on the arm of the uncomfortable hospital chair he had been sitting in for the last two hours. He nodded and sent her a kind smile. “You know all that stuff they say about hindsight, who knew it was all true?” She joked and he smiled and quietly chuckled. She had a way of doing that to him bringing him happiness, joy, and entertainment at the most unusual times and even when no one else found her antics humorous. Maybe they had all gotten used to her ways over the years, but he never had and prayed he never would because he found her to be so adorable. And he really adored her in general. “I put up walls with you and knew that the only way I could deal with you was if I made myself dislike you, and you made it so hard to keep up that façade almost every day. But then you’d say or do something and I’d be like ‘Ha! Now I remember I don’t like you, Newbie!’.”
“Yeah, I knew you didn’t want to like me and I also understood why, so I tried to make it easier for you,” He shrugged a little and she nodded because he had already told her this before. “Besides I knew eventually you’d grow to love me just as much as I’ve grown to love you,” Luke proclaimed and she snapped wide surprised eyes up at him and found him looking back at her with a serious look on his face. His left brow was arched as if he were waiting for her to challenge or deny his words. Penelope smiled coyly and averted her eyes down to the face of the celebrity on the magazine still in his lap. They sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Luke spoke again. “So, looks like you’ve found your person,” She scowled a little as she looked over at him.
“Huh?”
“Your person,” He repeated as he dipped his head a bit and looked at her as if to say don’t you remember? “On our date, you said we’d find our ‘person’ someday,” Her face held understanding now as she finally recalled. “So, Tyler Green is-”
“Is not my person,” Penelope quickly interjected as she shook her head at the idea. And he was surprised and internally very pleased to hear this, though he sent her a sad face as he pretended the news was bad.
“Oh, I thought you two were…”
“We had amazing sex once, and I’m talking AMAAAAAZING,” She exaggerated the word and the truth of it a little because she could tell it bothered Luke and then laughed at his adverse reaction.
“Okay, stop, please,” He frowned in genuine disgust and slight anger at the thought that some other guy had given her such pleasure. He had told her he wanted to be the person she would come to when she needed to talk or cry, but this type of conversation had not been what he had meant.
“Honestly, for a second there I thought he had the potential to possibly, maybe be my person…” She admitted.
“But?” He coaxed her to go on when she paused because he really wanted to know the truth of it.
“He lied to me when I asked him if one of the guys on our suspect board was Sicarius. Then I realized he had used me to stay close to the case. For Tyler it had always been about revenge, to avenge his sister by finding her killer and then killing him.”
“Yeah, but some might think that made him noble,” Luke said as he watched her carefully while he tried to gauge if there might still be interest for her where Tyler Green was concerned.
“Maybe, but all I know is he’s a liar, a user, and he’s selfish, none of the characteristics I want in my ‘person’. Also, I did kind of use him just for sex,” This made Luke’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he looked at her in true disbelief even as a smile spread across his face. “Look, I had a serious itch that needed scratching because it had been a five-year dry spell so don’t judge me, Luke,” His face morphed into a gentle smile as her face at that moment looked exactly like it had in the elevator when they spoke about her fingering techniques.
“Hey, I get that. I haven’t had any since Lisa,” Luke confessed and it was Penelope’s turn to look at him in shock.
“No way,” She frowned at him not believing him. “You could have any woman you want and you know it. In fact, every woman and a couple of men in this waiting room right now are fantasizing about having you in between their thighs,” She said and then realized the way he was smiling at her and her Freudian slip. “Present company excluded,” She quickly tacked on nervously.
“Well, that doesn’t mean I want them or have any interest in fulfilling their sexual fantasies … Present company excluded,” He replied and smiled some when he saw the redness of her blushing spread across her chest and up her neck as she avoided his eyes. “The truth is I haven’t been looking.”
“Yeah, a pandemic does put a damper on dating and finding someone,” She spoke this as she nodded her head.
“Actually, I didn’t look because I’ve realized that I had already found my person but I gave her up too easily,” His words made Penelope look up at him with widened eyes as she pondered who he might be referring to while she tried to push down the pang of jealousy that instantly smacked her.
“Oh, so, Lisa … You … You and Lisa have reconnected?” She asked and prayed that her disappointment and hurt didn’t show on her face.
“No,” He said as he shook his head slightly. “But it was Lisa who helped me find my person…” He backtracked on his words wanting to give her full disclosure about him and Lisa. “We did hook up a couple of times about a year and a half ago. I think the lockdown had really started to get to both of us and we decided to try to quarantine together. But we fast realized that it was more like you said we had an itch that needed scratching and once we’d done that it became really clear that we were never gonna be anything more than just friends, and now not even that,” Penelope listened quietly as she put on a supportive friend face even though inside, she was very pleased about what she was hearing. “Because she totally hates me now.”
“What? Why?” She scowled in anger at the idea that anyone would be hating on someone she considered not just a friend but her family among other things she didn’t think she would ever speak aloud.
“Do you really want to know?” Luke asked her as he looked at her with a serious look on his face she gulped nervously as she regarded him for a moment, and then she nodded her head for him to continue. “The last time we were having sex …” He found he couldn’t hold her gaze and for a second he thought about lying but then decided he was just tired of this thing they did with each other where they kind of danced around one another when it was so blatantly obvious that there was something between them and that something was definitely other than friendly or platonic in nature. “I called ‘your’ name,” He stated and then remained silent to allow her to react.
“Whoa,” Her mouth fell open in surprise as she tried to stop the giggles that wanted out. “You called another woman’s name during sex. Oh, that is so fucked up, Luke, and yeah, I can totally see why she would hate…” She stopped talking mid-sentence as her brain had finally caught up with the words that he had spoken. “Wait, you called my name … you said ‘Penelope’ while you were balls deep in Lisa?”
“Actually, it was ‘Garcia’,” Luke answered.
“Oh,” Was all she could say as the full weight of what he was saying came down upon her.
“Yeah, oh,” He repeated and nodded as he went on. He figured now was the time for a true confession. In fact, ever since the day before when he realized that she was having sex and there was another guy in the picture he had wanted to say something to her about his feelings. “And when I said your name it kind of brought clarity to Lisa and me both. Lisa started throwing out accusations about my liking you and that, that was why I seemed to always plan to get to gather with the team on days I knew she had to work so that way you two would never be around each other. And why I would constantly shoot down Phil whenever he would ask me to hook you two up. And she was right, everything she was saying was the truth, but I hadn’t even realized it until that very moment. I didn’t want Lisa to ever come to our gatherings and I did always plan them on days I knew she’d be at the hospital; like my housewarming party and Matt and Kristy’s baby shower. And I did that because I didn’t want you to see me with Lisa in any romantic way. And Phil, I am so sorry, I know when you asked me if he ever asked about you, I told you no,” He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he thought about his deceased best friend and partner. “But really, he asked about you all the time, every time we hung out in fact. He really wanted me to help him get a date with you but I wouldn’t …I couldn’t because I didn’t want him or anyone else dating you. And I knew you weren’t seeing anyone seriously back then and I wanted to keep it that way. Yeah, I know I had some nerve, cockblocking you while I had Lisa in my bed. Oh, and she also pointed out to me that you were the reason why I hardly ever touched her sexually during our relationship. I would always make up excuses that I was tired or a case was getting to me. It also helped that she worked long and odd hours at the hospital which made our schedules out of sync. But really, I feared having sex with her because deep down inside she wasn’t whom I wanted in my bed and I think subconsciously I always knew I was going to slip up and say the name of the person I did want there. And I finally did,” He finished and then took a deep cleansing and shaky breath as he looked at her face which was unreadable. She had sat the entire time listening to him spill his secrets and pour his heart out to her and her face gave nothing away to tell him what she might be thinking.
“Luke, are you saying that I’m your person?” Penelope asked calmly as she looked at him in kindness. But before he could reply she spoke again. “Because I think you’re my person too,” She proclaimed, and the elation at hearing this instantly fell to his face. “I didn’t even realize it until I was having sex with Tyler. Just like you, while Tyler and I were doing the do I was totally thinking about you. Now, I never called out your name because I have class and manners unlike some people,” She tossed him a teasing smile and he smirked in return. “And while sex with Tyler was great,” She giggled when Luke groaned and rolled his eyes upward. “I knew that it would be so much better with you and afterward I realized that I wanted it to be with you.”
“I want it to be with you too, Penelope,” Luke said as he shifted his right arm where her left hand still rested and then he grasped her left hand in his right hand and interlocked their fingers. “So, should we go on a second date?” He suggested and she scrunched her nose up to the idea.
“Do we really need to?” She questioned and he arched his brows and smiled at her. “I mean we know each other pretty well now, and we are ‘friends’ … not frenemies but friends,” She tacked on with a knowing smile that he reciprocated as he nodded. “And we like, like each other, we really want to have sex with each other, and we’ve literally waited for years to do it, so I say we should just do that.”
“Yeah, we should totally do that,” Luke replied with a huge smile and they both stood up from their chairs and hand-in-hand they made their way out of the waiting room. They were up on the fifth floor which was where the ICU was and where Tyler had been taken after his surgery. And as they made their way down the corridor and headed to the elevators, both Luke and Penelope were scanning rooms as they passed them. “We are not even going to make it out of this hospital, are we?” He spoke out again.
“Nope, not if we can find an empty room with a lock on the door,” She stated.
[The End]
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Hey! I've seen some of your cherik recs and I wondering if you could rec any which touch on ideas of isolation. I've read some lighthouse keeper!Erik fics which were beautiful, and I've kind of fallen in love with that kind of feel. If you have any recs, I would be very grateful. Thank you :)
Hi anon, thanks for the ask. There are several fics that fit the bill. I'm sure there are more out there, but these are the ones that I found and really enjoy. This is such an underrated trope (can you call this a trope?), anyway, I hope you enjoy this list anon!!
The sea, the sea, it calls to me – ikeracity
Summary: When lighthouse keeper Erik finds an injured boy washed up on the shore of his isolated island, the last thing he expects is for the boy to harbor a fantastical secret that blows open all his preconceived notions of the world — and of love.
Hook, Line and Sinker – Tawabids
Summary: Erik is a grumpy fisherman who lives in a cosy cottage near the beach and Charles is the man he finds in his net one day with a bump on his head and a too cheerful demeanour."
And Charles is getting hunted by evil government agents, but all that is just an excuse to ensure Erik fishes Charles out of the sea.
Island, Island – pibroch (littleblackdog)
Summary: Erik is a fisherman who lives in a cottage by the sea; it's a quiet, secluded life, and he enjoys it that way. Charles has a bump on his head, with no memory of why he was dangling off the side of a dock, unconscious and nearly frozen to death. Based on a kink meme prompt.
Note: Unfinished, but highly recommended.
April – nextraordinaire
Summary: In the sharp, unforgiving plains of the Canadian Arctic, Erik is since long adapted to solitude and silence. Separated from civilization, dedicated to nothing but his research, he has formed a life that suits him. There is nothing he would ever want to change. So, naturally, the arrival of grad student Charles Xavier upends everything Erik ever thought he wanted, for better or for worse.
Seekers of Truth - Penguina
Summary: Charles spent his entire life on Genosha island -- a secluded piece of land, hidden away from the rest of the world, isolated for the last 200 years. He’s devoted himself to the priesthood of the Genosha religion and is expected to take his Divine Vows soon. However when the Outsider Erik Lehnsherr crashes on the shores of the islands Charles' whole life is turned upside down as he begins to question the Truths he’d been told by Divine Master Shaw and the rest of his people. Perhaps Charles and Erik were destined to meet to rid the islanders of great evil.
Five Nights in Nuremberg – FuryRed
Summary: When Charles escapes from the mutant prison he has been held in for the last two years he knows that he’s going to need help to avoid being recaptured.
What he doesn’t expect is that help will come in the form of a mysterious German man who rescues Charles and takes him to his home; a handsome stranger who, frustratingly, doesn’t speak a single word of English…
Skin Deep – manic_intent
Summary: Everyone-is-a-werewolf AU. Erik happens upon a seemingly abandoned mansion in Westchester during a full moon and finds an insanely clueless werewolf living in isolation.
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Akai - Shiho - Akemi Relationship Analysis
I'm back watching Conan after 10 years, when I was young, I didn't really think much about the main storyline. After watching it again, I realized the shadow buried in Conan for decades. Due to the state of the protagonist's body, slow timeline , cannot ignore a lot of logic that seems designed only for the needs of the plot, but is actually an important sign. The details also cannot be fooled by the various bombs and misleading conclusions that are issued.
So instead of deducing the future direction entirely based on the clues in the plot, it's better to deduce the author's intentions. After all, for comics creation, as long as the author wants to draw like this, even if it seems to be against the current plot, he will try to round it out, and whether it is good or not depends on the previous shadow. In general, it depends on the strength of the author.
What are Aoyama Gosho's creative intentions?. When Akai appeared, the position given by Gosho was that he was closely related to Haibara, otherwise why would he following and monitoring her?.
Although there are many types of close relationships, Gosho has never defined the relationship between the two from the start until recently - as the two had "never really met so far".
Moreover, neither from Haibara's point of view, nor from Akai's point of view, they have not clearly depicted the two's memories of each other (the desperate protection sentence can only be considered vague), and even though it is mentioned so little, the readers can only know it from a third party to guess their relationship within the organization.
So, did Gosho have any ideas for the Haibara’s couple from the start?
I think the answer is yes.
Because from the episode of Akai's appearance, it's clear that he and Haibara have a close relationship. Although his position was unclear at the time, it was very clear that his target was a brown-haired girl.
From a plot conception perspective, the best way to introduce new characters into the story is to introduce them based on the old characters that were in the story, and these new characters appear and intervene in the story for the reasons behind it.
Apart from various reasons, Gosho never mentioned Akai and Shiho's past in the organization, but from the author's intention, Akai's character Introduced based on Haibara and intentionally left a hole for the past of the two, he will definitely try hard to fill the hole and describe the relationship between the two of them, but I still want to sigh, the Akai-Shiho’s line is really too dark… Personally, I think it's because their past and organization are directly related to the main line. The memories of the two of them, will probably slap you in the face in the future. Therefore, to summarize, from the sources of information related to Akai it can be seen clearly that Gosho had set how many traps, and holes in this character. Combined with Haibara's situation, their lines are so blurred, in large part due to a lack of information (or being intentionally hidden) and Gosho's deliberate misdirection. To break this, the most direct and effective way is to use the perspective of both parties, through memory Or elaboration ways, uncovering the truth of the past. But because the pasts of the two are directly related to the organization and cannot be separated from the main storyline, Gosho had to wait for an opportunity before thinking that he couldn't write easily before.
However, apart from direct disclosure, there are other detours and shadows.
Gosho can guide the readers down the line of Akai and Akemi through the subjective opinions of everyone in the FBI, he can also use the same method to guide readers into thinking about the possible existence of Shuichi-Shiho as there is too little information about them, it is easy to mislead and create a preconceived impression to the reader. Lots of subjective guesses. The most distinctive is the part where everyone in the FBI tells Conan about Akai's experience in the organization in the red and black chapters. Some parties can see a lot of logical gaps in it, such as when Akai dropped a coffee can because of the coating on his finger, Judy said that she did this because she wanted to avenge his girlfriend. Taking this as a reference, other people's impressions and explanations of Akai and his past may be very different from the facts.
Some readers' perceptions are affected from some of the previous plots, but I found something odd here.
1. First of all, let's talk about Akai-Akemi
The identity of Akemi's "lover" was first mentioned in the red and black chapter, from the mouth of the FBI. The second is the memories of Ai and the FBI, and the last is the setting of 'Former Lover' in a formula book.
Judging from the comics, there are no pictures that explain Akai clearly expressing his feelings for Akemi, and the interactions between Shuichi Akai and Akemi Miyano cannot be summed up in one sentence.
Therefore, there is a conjecture: Akai Shuichi does not love Miyano Akemi until the end.
One of the proofs.
Akai reveals his identity to Akemi, and Akemi is not too surprised, so Akai realizes that Akemi has guessed his identity, and asks fearfully:
"Why don't you stay away from me?! I used you!"
Akemi replied, "Don't you understand if I don't tell you?"
→ Shuichi clearly stated that he used Akemi
→ Akemi knows she is being taken advantage of, but she is still with him because she loves Shuichi
→ Shuichi can't understand Akemi's mind to use because he doesn't have the same thoughts as Akemi (he doesn't love her)
→ Akemi is unrequited love
This is Judy's memory.
Judi: Are you dating? Is Miyano Akemi, the one you mentioned earlier about the organization?
Akai: Ah, so let's end it with you...
Judy: Wait, wait! Aren't you pretending to be in a relationship with her just to sneak in and look? We don't have to break up, do we?
Akai: It's an organization that you will destroy even if you make sacrifices...I'm not good at falling in love with two women at the same time...
Someone corrected me about the timeline here. Akai hasn't met Akemi yet, and he's just about to sneak into the organization. So, the drama can't love 2 women doesn't show that Akai loves Akemi.
Akai and Judy break up + He can't fall in love with two women at the same time
Next look at Camel's memories and Akemi's text message to Shuichi.
The timeline is when Shuichi and Akemi broke up and Shuichi left the organization for two years. After that, Akemi sent an email "want to be a real lover" before the robbery. There is an obvious contradiction here.
If Shuichi falls in love with Akemi during the incognito period, then she can become a real girlfriend. Why did Akemi then say that she wanted to be a "true girlfriend"?. If he was really in love with Akemi when he broke up with Judy, he would have told Akemi in the first place, and Akemi lived a good, and loving life. Why is Akemi still saying that she is a fake girlfriend, not to mention Shuichi, That confession doesn't explain it, this is really not Shuichi's style.
That's an obvious reason, especially when reading "that organization is an organization that I will destroy even if I ask you to make some sacrifices", and Shuichi said it so lightly, it made me feel that his intentions were just the organization from the start.
He wasn't very invested in his relationship with Judy. Shuichi's goal has always been for the organization. After she joined the FBI, his relationship with Judy was probably due to the relationship between Judy and Vermouth. He also pretends to be in love with Akemi to get to know Shiho.
→ Break up with Judy and don't love Akemi, so this is just Akai's excuse to end his life outside the organization.
2. Akemi dies because Akai's identity is revealed.
It's been 2 years since Akai's identity was revealed. The organization took no action on the sisters. The sisters had a difficult time. A few months after Conan's timeline Akemi took the 1 billion Yen mission, the previous day Akemi sent a message to Akai who was in America. Then Akemi was killed. Conclusion Akemi died because of herself.
3. James said Akai's personality was cold and closed his heart because of Akemi's death. The original personality of Akai Shuichi is the same as Okiya Subaru, or Okiya Subaru is the original character of Akai Shuichi. In the Ripple chapter, Akai Shuichi can easily get along with children, much like Okiya Subaru. James mentions that Shuichi Akai closed his heart after the death of his lover and turned colder.
In fact, his coldness had been there when he was in America after leaving the organization. Akemi's death and Shiho's disappearance have a very close timeline, and the FBI doesn't know any information about Shiho, so it's believed that Akemi's death puts Shuichi down. In fact, it was Shiho, who greatly influenced Shuichi Akai's emotion.
After Shiho disappeared, Shuichi didn't think she was dead, so he kept looking for the brown-haired girl. Shuichi always thought of Shiho, and his mood was bad, after he found Shiho his emotions became brighter.
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August ☀️ 2022 Monthly - Sagittarius
Whole of your energy: The Hanged Man
When I pulled these, along with Ace of Swords & 10 Swords, I first heard “truth hurts”. Not the song, but by all means sing it because now I am 😆 The energy I’m getting off this is one of bsing what you’re telling others vs. the actual truth, boosting yourself up to other people. Which isn’t a whole lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. In reality, you’re suspended in motion and waiting for those same just desserts you’re bragging on about to others like you’ve already got them. You don’t want others to know about your struggles, I got a similar energy for Scorpio too.
What’s going on in August:
8 Pentacles:
Work, this situation is probably work related. We have the 8 and the 9, but that’s what’s being embellished here, you’re making it seem like there is growth where there isn’t, and an opportunity…that hasn’t even shown up yet. You do expect it to, you’re manifesting this, hoping it does. It’s been very difficult up to this point because there’s been no offer, no communication, just this stagnant Hanged Man energy, waiting for everyone else to get on your page because you’ve put in your fair share of the work…maybe more than that. Or you feel that way.
9 Pentacles:
This is complete and total financial independence, it’s having more than enough to pay bills and also treat yourself to whatever you want. You’re talking about a new opportunity like it’s already here, which is what manifests those opportunities so you’re not totally wrong here. However, because it’s done more in a bragging way, you are afraid it won’t come at all and you’ll be forced to look like a fool later when you have to explain what went wrong. You expect more money, a better position, a promotion as shown by 6 Wands. I can’t tell if someone led you to believe this would be how it would go because you definitely expect this, but aren’t getting any information about it at the same time. You could be feeling very impatient and angry, I can’t tell if it’s justified or not, only you would know. There is an expectation vs. reality situation at play here.
6 Wands:
This is advancement in itself and your reasoning, you want to leave something toxic behind and overcome issues you’ve been dealing with wherever you are with whatever you do. You expect to be recognized for doing a good job, every time, and financially rewarded for bringing things to light, if there is a toxic dynamic going on within your career or the people you work with. You separate yourself from the others so that you can be seen, but you’re not feeling seen and it pisses you off. Again, you expect a reaction and movement you’re not getting.
Knight of Swords:
This is an energy of rushing in with your truth, which may be the part that hurts at the head of the read, 10 Swords, what puts you into Hanged Man in the first place. It seems your truth is being met with Death, 4 Cups, 7 Cups. A blasé attitude, nonchalance, they don’t really care, they aren’t really hearing you, there are plenty of options on the table and they’re not concerned with your “truth”. All seven options here have a different truth same as you, in their opinion, you’re just one of them. Which hurts you.
Page of Cups:
This is good news, a silver lining, a surprise even. It’s followed by Queen of Cups, which may indicate being forced to grow up in some way, a maturing process you’ve gone through. It shows movement in a relationship or connection you have, separately, work may be getting under your skin, but love is moving along beautifully and there is something happy that’s happening in that department. Sometimes you’ve got to shift your focus to the happy thing and let the other stuff sort itself out, it looks like with The Hanged Man, that’s what you’re trying to do. You’ve pulled number 1 of the oracles, and Geranium is 1 of the color cards, and talks about starting over. Maybe it’s important to let go of any preconceived ideas, expectations, judgements, and anything else. Wipe the slate completely clean and start over, however that may apply to you. You’re being “re-planted” even if that’s just psychological. The Hanged Man searches for a new perspective, and that may be the thing that’s coming to you.
Signs you may be dealing with:
Cancer, Scorpio, Sagittarius & Virgo
Oracles: ✨
1 Movement Into Balance
The sun ☀️ balances the moon 🌙 just as the earth, the water, and the stars remain in precious balance - so you are moving from unbalanced ideas and lifestyles into a more balanced way of being. A situation may call for more tweaking to adjust it into a balanced mode. Look at the energy and emotions you are putting out into the universe, your world, your relationships, or goals. Balance that with the energy you are allowing yourself to receive. The body inherently tries to maintain a state of balance; so do our souls. If you are not receiving enough, you may be unconsciously giving more to restore a perceived “balanced” state. Step out of that automatic response and listen to your guides and your soul for what this situation truly warrants.
We enter into August as:
Charmaine Chartreuse 🗣
“I never met a person I didn’t like.”
Charmaine Chartreuse suggests you begin finding the good in others. So much is lost when we do not appreciate those around us, for we lose the wonderful gifts of who they are. Appreciating differences will enrich your present situation. This can be a warning that you’ll lose a valued relationship if you do not appreciate what you have. Thinking the best of another person is more powerful than putting them down. Do not attempt to choose sides. Getting others to agree with you that someone else is wrong will also backfire, you may find yourself alone if you are not thoughtful. Wasting energy focusing on something you shouldn’t is also denoted here. Gossip is an indication you’re not focusing on your own life. What we think may not be the truth of the matter. Be aware now of how you speak of another, for the things you say will come back to you at this time. “Doing your own thing” may leave you lonely, and an aloof attitude may lead others to believe you don’t like them, when that isn’t true. If you’re feeling cut-off, consider that others may be waiting for you, and take a cue from Charmaine, being kind is called for from you, even if others are behaving in an inappropriate way.
What is to be learned in August:
Geranium 🌺:
“This is another beginning.”
What appears to be an end may not be one after all. Often situations that generate our greatest fears turn into remarkable opportunities. It’s time to let go of the past, and trust that whatever is coming is better than what you’ve known to this point. You are ready to begin again. A new opportunity is coming from a place you don’t expect. There is a regeneration of some kind going on. Whatever you were pulled away from in the past was for the purpose of bringing you to a higher place. It’s time for whatever has been dormant to bloom again. Trust there is a higher plan. This is truly an exciting time.
Red may be a lucky color ❤️
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here for you - pope heyward
summary: you and pope come from two completely different worlds, both with preconceived views of the other in mind. one night is all it takes for that to change.
a/n: I BROKE MY WRITING SLUMP W THIS!!!! oh my god it feels so good to finally write and post something. i was looking at prompts for inspo and this just came to me. and this blurb is based off of “I know we’re not... friends or anything, but... I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”
i missed writing for u guys and i love pope so i hope u like this
wc: 2.2k
warning(s): reader's lowkey having a breakdown, unsupportive and pushy parents, stress, insecurity, just a lot of feels on reader's part. but this is hurt/comfort so it ends in fluff
(credit to @sunnymaybank for the divider inspo pls go follow her she's amazingly talented in everything she does)
Pope Heyward has no idea what he’s doing.
You’re a kook. People call you a kook princess, actually, but popular, rich, party girl, and devastatingly beautiful are also things you go by. He’s pretty sure every guy on Kildare’s had the hots for you at some point or another, even some of the girls that go both ways. Pope’s certainly no stranger to that attraction.
Your family is one of the most well known on the island, flaunting old money that’s responsible for wings at private schools, funded island projects, hefty donations to struggling businesses, even eponymous scholarships at family alma maters. You’re the youngest of three in a line of Ivy Leaguers, and if gossip he’s heard while delivering groceries is anything to go off of, you’re expected to keep up the tradition.
And he’s Pope Heyward. Kildare born, Kildare bred, and in a couple decades, probably Kildare dead. His parents have high hopes for him, ambitions for college acceptances and scholarships that’ll get him out of the OBX and into making a name for himself. Pope wants it too, but as senior year drags on he’s forced himself to resign to the far more likely truth of a devastatingly normal existence.
He’s Pope Heyward. You’re you.
Yet here you are, crying alone at the beach in the middle of the night. And Pope has no idea what to do.
The only reason he’s even here right now is because JJ forgot to bring a cooler back from when they were surfing earlier in the day, and Pope drew the shortest straw. (They literally drew straws, and Pope’s pretty sure JJ cheated somehow.)
He thought he heard somebody as he was walking down to the beach, looking around the spot they’d been hanging out to make sure no one had stolen it. Sure enough it was still there, but as he started on his path he saw something else.
Someone else — you. Your quiet sobs are carried through the night breeze, and Pope feels his brows furrowing in concern. He recognizes you right away, the lemon-print camisole top something he’s seen you in around the island a thousand times. It’s in no way suitable for a December night, and he has no idea why you’re here. At 11:37 pm.
Against his better judgment, he speaks up.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
Your head immediately whips around, a hand already raised to try and rid yourself of the evidence of emotion. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.” Your voice is just on the edge of watery, anything further held back by purposeful attempts.
“I, um— I just got here,” Pope explains, continuing forward until he comes to a stop beside you. “I was… it doesn’t matter. The question is, what are you doing out here?”
“What does it look like?” you ask dryly. “Just having a fun little breakdown. No worries.” You see that his eyes are filled with actual concern, and you sigh as you try to ease it a bit. “I’m fine. Just personal kook stuff that you wouldn’t care about.”
Pope sits down in the sand next to you, one leg pulled up so his knee is close to his chest and the other laying flat. “Try me.”
“You’re Pope, right?” you ask, and he nods in confirmation. “I think this is the first time we’ve actually had a conversation. Talk about good impressions.”
“You’re dodging the question,” he says upfront, and you sigh again.
“It’s college,” you admit, not completely sure why you’re spilling this to him. “My, um— Princeton REA came out today, and I was rejected. Straight up, not even deferred. My parents flipped out on me, I locked myself in my room, they literally took the door off the hinges, flipped out on me some more, and now I’m here. It’s been a really fun night, actually.”
He frowns. That's a lot to take in, so he just focuses on what he knows. “But you’re like, top of your class! And you’re legacy, right? And I mean, super rich, so—”
“Pope,” you interrupt, laughing a bit, “I did it on purpose.”
Now he’s really confused, his expression conveying it all. “You what?”
“I flubbed my application on purpose,” you repeat. “I spent months working with the college coach they hired on my essays, even longer going over them with my parents, and literally everything I’ve done in school has been to try and get into Princeton. That nonprofit I started sophomore year to help with hurricane relief, every AP I’ve taken, god, even running track — it’s all been for college. But when it was time to submit Princeton, I changed all my essays last minute to shitty papers I wrote in thirty minutes and deleted all my extracurriculars.”
His eyes go completely wide, his brows shooting to his hairline. “Are you insane?”
“No,” you say. “Just tired of the bullshit that goes on in my family.”
Pope’s obviously still in shock at what seems like blatant disregard for your future, so you go on. “I don’t need an Ivy to do what I want to do. I don’t want to be surrounded by people like my parents anymore — I think I’ll actually go insane in the life they want me to live. Just— just a housewife on Figure Eight with some guy that couldn’t care less about me, having kids that they’ll want me to set down the same path.” You stare at the ground, hands clenching into fists in your lap. “And I’ll die before I let them do that to me.”
“Well… where do you want to go?” Pope asks.
You huff a laugh. “Somewhere far away from here. I think UC Irvine is calling my name.”
“Irvine’s a great school. Think your parents would be happy with that?”
“My brother went to Harvard, my other brother went to Yale, both my parents are former Tigers — it’s where they met, actually. It’s just always been expected that I would end up at an Ivy. Everytime I told them I didn’t want to, they just brushed it off. Said I would be thankful when my future’s set for me.” You purse your lips. “So to answer your question, no. They would not be happy.”
“God,” Pope mutters. “Your family collects Ivies like Pokemon cards.”
He realizes a bit too late that maybe he shouldn’t be making references like that in front of the girl he’s subconsciously trying to impress, but that anxiety fades away when you laugh. “Yeah. It’s kind of ridiculous.”
“But…” Pope shakes his head, still dumbfounded at the decision. “Why would you do that? Why would you actively ruin a chance people would kill for?”
“My family sucks,” you say bluntly. “I mean, my brothers are fine, but my parents are some of the most superficial people you’ll ever meet. They cover it up with smiles and fancy parties and tax-deductible donations, but all they care about is status. They’re more worried about losing their millions than losing their children — we’re like pawns to them, little chess pieces they move to try and secure their future.” You look Pope right in the eye, and shrug. “And I’m not going to be a part of that. I’m going to pave my own way without them — I don’t care if they cut me off. As soon as I get my diploma, I’m leaving. Far, far away from this island.”
Pope’s oddly stricken by your story, but he finds shining admiration poking through that sea of emotions. Most kooks, at least the ones he’s met, are more than willing to coast by in the life that’s been handed to them without a second thought. But you’re different, and he finds himself relating to you in this moment more than he thought he ever would. When he speaks after a long pause, he knows that he means every word.
“I know we’re not... friends or anything, but... I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to.” He gestures with his hand. “About this mess you’re in.”
“Why?” you ask, frowning. “You barely even know me. Besides my entire college life story, I guess.”
Pope shrugs with a slight smile. “Kook or not, you seem like a good person. Besides,” he falters a bit, but continues anyway, “I’ve been through it too. But you don’t really look like you have a great support system going on.”
That gets a laugh out of you, though mostly mirthless. “How could you tell?”
“I think it’s the way you did your hair today,” he says, and him playing it completely straight is what worms a smile, a genuine one, out.
“Thank you, Pope.” Your words are surprisingly earnest, the fragility you bore when he first showed up shedding like a chrysalis. “For letting me talk. It really helped.”
“Any time,” he says, and he shocks himself because once again, he means it completely. “I have a feeling this will all work out for you, though. Just… keep going.”
You nod. “I’ll try.”
Pope stands up and offers a hand out to you, along with a small smile. “I can drive you home if you want. Your parents are probably worried about you.”
“I doubt that,” you say dryly, but you take his help anyway. He pulls you up and the two of you start walking, your hands still intertwined. You don’t even realize until you feel him pull away, his movements becoming slightly more stiff. Your hand feels cold without his in it, and you have to fight the urge to reach for him again. You don’t realize how starved you’ve been for warmth until you get a taste of it
You look at Pope with an odd expression, a mix of admiration, gratitude, and longing (for what, you’re not so sure). He meets your eyes with another smile, and you conclude that Pope Heyward is a special kind of sun.
Pope gets in the driver’s side and you the passenger’s when you reach his car, and he waits until you buckle your seatbelt before he starts the car and backs out of the spot.
The ride consists of surprisingly comfortable silence as Pope navigates the way to Figure Eight, the quiet only broken by the occasional directions you give him. He stops the car a few houses — mansions, honestly — from yours, figuring that you would just get into more trouble if your parents saw who you were with.
“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car. “And the talk. You’re… you’re a pretty great guy, Pope.”
“You’re a pretty great girl yourself,” he says back. You smile at him and you’re about to close the door when something hits him.
“Wait!” he exclaims, and you pause with your hand on the door. “Um— do you wanna hang out with us sometime? The pogues— my friends, they’re really cool. Way cooler than anyone on Figure Eight. Well, besides you, but—”
Your smile grows a bit and you tilt your head to the side slightly. “You think they would even want me there? Kook princess and all?”
He nods vigorously. (Pope’s not exactly sure, but he wants to spend time with you more than anything. He can deal with anything his friends have to say afterwards.) “Yeah. They’d really like you.”
Your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer than it should before you nod. “I’d like that.”
Pope breaks out in a grin as he feels his face heat up. “Cool.”
“I’ll see you around, Pope,” you say, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your hair. “Have a good night. Thanks again.”
“Any time. You too.”
You close the door and he waits until you’re out of his sight, then drives a little down the street just to catch you walking inside your house. Satisfied that you’re home safe, he turns the car around and starts the drive back to the Cut.
By the time Pope gets back to the Chateau it’s almost been an hour, and all his friends look up from the table when he walks in. The three of them are in the middle of an UNO game, and though Pope’s a little offended they started without him, he figures he deserves it for taking so long.
“Dude, where were you?” JJ asks, only allowing a glance away from his cards as he plays one of them. “It doesn’t take that long to get a cooler.”
Pope hesitates for a moment as he tries to think of what to say. His friends all know about you — everyone does — but that doesn’t mean they like you. They only really see you as a kook, a symbol of everything that’s against them. They don’t know the real you, never lucky enough to witness the inner crystals of the geode you resemble.
“Just ended up helping a friend,” he decides on as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge. “Ended up taking a little longer than I thought.”
Kiara frowns as she looks at him, doing a double take at his empty hands. “Pope, where is the cooler?”
“Oh my god,” he mutters, hand freezing in the middle of unscrewing the bottle cap. “I—”
“You forgot it!” John B laughs, and Pope just shakes his head in disbelief. “You had one job, man!”
“I knew I should’ve rigged it for Kie instead,” JJ mutters, and Kiara shoots him a dirty look. Pope stifles a laugh as he walks over to them and flops down onto the couch next to John B.
“Sorry. I’ll go back tomorrow morning.”
Pope doesn’t really care that he forgot. He picked up something a lot more valuable.
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call me home [ch. 8]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi
Pairings: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader
Tags: angst with a happy ending, post-timeskip, fake-dating, SMUT (18+ MDNI)
Warnings: past toxic relationship, explicit sex
You’re an ex-child star, now professional model. Ushijima is the professional volleyball player you get paired with for an ad campaign. Somehow, you convince him to simply let the paparazzi spread dating rumors for publicity. What could possibly go wrong?
a/n: it's 3am, i havent written smut in years, bon appetit
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Chapter Eight: two slow dancers
“He’s my ex. Of course he upsets me.” You said, your face felt numb. You had no idea what expression you were making, and it was unreadable to Ushijima.
“But the way you reacted when you spoke to him,” Ushijima continued, “And Aoi mentioned how it ended badly.” Ushijima didn’t know why he was pressing the issue. He was surprised by his own curiosity. Many times, he’d faced things that he couldn’t understand, like the phenomenon that was Hinata Shoyo who shattered his preconceived notions, but this wasn’t just a desire to understand. Ushijima wanted to know how he’d hurt you, and then how to make it right, and he didn’t know why he wanted these things, because he’d never wanted them before. It was all too confusing, and your caginess was only making things more frustrating.
“Why do you want to know?” You smiled bitterly. You were sick of everyone asking. It wasn’t just the fans and the press, it was your friends too. And perhaps some of those friends were only in it to sell the story to the press anyway. The only people who never asked were your parents and Naoko, and only because they knew the whole truth. Even Kaoru, who’d danced around the topic, couldn’t leave it alone.
“I don’t know.” Ushijima’s answer caught you off guard. It was a non-answer, to be sure, but it was honest. And maybe you could pretend he was just asking because he genuinely cared. You couldn’t imagine Ushijima taking your words and selling your story. This was Ushijima, you reminded yourself, a man so honest he made you feel guilty for doing your job.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what happened, but not here.” You said. Your hands were shaking, though you couldn’t remember when that started.
“Where do you want to go?” Ushijima asked, taking your hand in his.
“I don’t know,” you said, absentmindedly. “My place.” Your thoughts were already racing, scrambling to figure out how to tell him; what to tell him. Part of you was desperate to rant and rave about what happened between you and Luc. The way your mother (and by extension, Naoko) shoved it aside when it happened, left you little room to process. You wanted to believe she never meant for him to hurt you, but she never let you grieve the relationship either. Better to be seen moving on and happy.
You’d spent so long resisting the temptation to spill your emotions to anyone that it felt wrong now. You weren’t worried Ushijima would tell anyone, it’s just that the thought of making yourself so known twisted up your insides with dread.
You and Ushijima searched for Kaoru high and low to give her your goodbyes. When you finally found her, she was drunk and having enough fun not to give you a hard time about leaving.
“He’s an interesting one.” She whispered in your ear, meaning Ushijima. Though she’d said it loud enough for him to hear.
“I know.” You said, giving Ushijima a tiny smile. “Thank you for such a fun night, Kaoru. See you soon. Give Valentino lots of hugs and kisses for me.”
The quiet of the elevator was jarring. You swore your ears were ringing after the noise of the party. Ushijima didn’t seem to notice that he was still holding your hand so you let him. He eyed the display counting down the floors. You watched him.
“Did you get a haircut?” You asked. From your angle, you could tell his hair was more neatly trimmed than usual.
Ushijima’s free hand went to his hair. “It was time.” He said.
“You have a hair trimming schedule?”
“Yes, is that odd?” Ushijima asked, dropping his hand. “I might forget, and then it’ll get too long and bothersome while I play.”
“That makes sense.” You said, admiring how neatly his hair tapered.
Ushijima hesitated. “Do you not like it?” He asked. Ushijima didn’t know why it mattered. He’d had the same hairstyle for years now and it never bothered him or anyone else, for that matter.
“I like it.” You said. Before you could second-guess your actions, you slipped your hand out of his and reached up, placing your hand on the back of his head and then down to his nape, appreciating the feel of his freshly trimmed hair against your palm. He was so much taller that you had to tiptoe in your heels.
Ushijima was so overwhelmed with how close you were, that he didn’t register how his body curved closer so you could reach him easily. He wrapped an arm around your waist. You leaned in closer, almost flat against him. You caught the unmistakable way Ushijima’s gaze flicked to your lips, and when you smiled, heat exploded across his skin.
The elevator doors slid open with a ding, and you reluctantly extricated yourself from his firm grip. Ushijima’s thoughts seemed to lag as he processed what just happened. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted you, but this was neither time nor place.
“Sorry.” You said, clearing your throat. You’d never had any intention of pursuing anything with Ushijima, not when your life was the carefully concealed and curated mess that it was. It wasn’t a world you wanted to bring anyone into.
“Don’t be.” Ushijima said, and you turned to him in surprise. There was no mistaking the effect you’d had on him. His voice was rough, eyes dark. But he was all business as he led you to your car waiting in the driveway. Once again, you noticed the waiting photographers and knew images of you and Ushijima awkwardly exiting the elevator would be in circulation in the morning. No doubt, it would only spur on the speculations. Well, that was what you’d gone to the party for, after all.
You were both too quiet in the back of your car, while your driver took you home. As an unspoken agreement, you both stayed clear of the middle seat, the electricity of your moment in the elevator not quite dissipated. God, you wanted to touch him so badly, and by the way his jaw clenched as he stared out the window, you imagined he felt the same.
You forced yourself to stop thinking about his jawline. Instead, you wondered what he meant when he said not to be sorry. You’d assumed Ushijima had been a victim of your accidental seduction, but perhaps you were mistaken. You knew better than to underestimate Ushijima now. He’d proven time and time again that he wasn’t as cold-blooded or indifferent as you’d assumed. You remembered the way his arm felt around you, pulling you against him. No, he’d definitely known what he was doing.
You tucked the thought away for another time, and focused on what you would tell him about Luc. You spent the car ride quietly arranging the facts in your head. A part of you still wanted to defend Luc even now, but it was getting easier and easier to remember that what he’d done was wrong. By the time you arrived outside your apartment, you knew what you had to say.
Your driver opened your door for you, and stood aside as you and Ushijima exited. You realised, belatedly, that the trains must be closed at such a late hour. “Ushijima, will you need a ride home?” You asked.
“I can manage with a taxi.” He said, though he also addressed your driver. Before you could protest, he thanked your driver and sent him home.
“If you’re sure.” You said, thanking your driver and heading into the lobby of your building.
Inside this elevator, you stayed clear of Ushijima and he did the same for you. “Do you still want to hear about Luc?” You asked.
After the elevator incident, your ex-boyfriend was the last person Ushijima wanted to discuss, but he nodded. He still wanted to know how he’d hurt you, and why everyone had let him. He imagined if he’d known you at that time, he might’ve known better.
“Okay,” you said. You reached your floor, entered your apartment, and Ushijima had the impression you were rushing. “Let me get into something more comfortable because this could be a while.”
Ushijima was familiar with your apartment at this point. He knew you never actually stayed in the living room, because it was surrounded by memorabilia of your time as a child star, and it made you uncomfortable. He also knew about your barely-touched kitchen where you heated your pre-made calorie counted meals in the microwave and ate them on the countertop. You had a media room, where you spent most of your time whenever Ushijima visited. He also knew you had a guest bedroom he’d never had occasion to use. What he’d always wondered about was the locked door across from the guest bathroom.
You’d told him it was a home gym, but he knew your mother had you working out with your personal trainer in an exclusive gym popular with other celebrities, as well as professional athletes. He knew this because you’d often had to cancel on him on particularly exhausting days. So what was really behind that door? Ushijima remembered how you’d sounded so flustered, that first time he visited your apartment, and you had to stop him from entering that room.
Ushijima’s thoughts cut short as you exited your room in a pair of pyjama shorts with a matching pyjama top. You’d washed your face and seemed more relaxed, but you were still frowning absently. You barely acknowledged Ushijima as he followed you to the media room, thoughts full of what you were about to tell him.
You sighed and plopped onto the couch across from the TV. “Okay, here’s what happened.” You said. Ushijima settled next to you.
“Luc was my first love.” You admitted. “It’s not like he was my first boyfriend or anything, but he was the first person to make me feel…” Your voice softened as you spoke. “He made me feel like my opinions mattered, like I wasn’t just an accessory. And he’s a model too, so I thought he understood what it was like, the scrutiny, and everyone feeling entitled to know everything about you.”
“Anyway, it was wonderful at first. He was attentive and sweet. We went everywhere together. We talked about things I’d never shared with anyone before. And I thought he was so smart and mature, because he was a few years older and everyone still treated me like a kid at the time. Being around him, having his attention, made me feel special, because if someone that wonderful chose me, then maybe I was worth something, you know?” You laughed bitterly. “I know that’s stupid.” Ushijima shook his head, but said nothing.
“But after a while, I guess he got tired of me, or that’s how I saw it. One second, he was loving and caring and I was the centre of his world, the next, I was annoying and distracting, getting in his way.”
“You know, I even thought it was kind of sweet, that I was such a distraction to him.” You paused, took a breath. “It’s so embarrassing.” You couldn’t bear to look Ushijima in the face, but now that you’d started it was all pouring out, everything you hadn’t been allowed to tell anyone.
“So then I found out…” this was the part that hurt the most, even after everything, even after the way he’d treated you. “I found out he didn’t really love me.”
“I know I should’ve known, with the way he was treating me, but I didn’t know, at the time, what love is supposed to be like anyway. And I’m not sure I do now, but I know better. I think.” You smiled ruefully. “I hope.”
“So, he slipped up and I heard him talking to his manager. He was just dating me for publicity.” You said in a rush. “I was garnering some buzz around the time we started dating, because I’d just quit acting and transitioned to modelling full time. He wanted some of that media attention. And even then, I thought I could maybe make him…” you sighed, tearing up. Shame kept you from continuing.
“You thought you could make him love you.” Ushijima continued for you. You nodded, tears trailing down your cheeks.
“It wasn’t like we didn’t have fun together, so I thought that could be enough to make him love me. So, I acted like I didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, because soon after that, people stopped caring about our relationship, and then he got a bunch of offers in Paris, so he dumped me. I wasn’t useful to him anymore, or I was too annoying, or too pushy.”
Ushijima was completely baffled. “How could you think that?”
“What?” You looked up, startled.
“None of that was your fault. He lied to you. He used you. And you think it was your fault he broke your heart?” Ushijima said, and he sounded so upset on your behalf that you offered a watery smile.
“I know that now, Toshi.” You said, placing a hand on his cheek. “It just took a while to realise, and sometimes I forget, but I’m getting better and better at remembering.”
“Good.” Ushijima said, wiping the tears from your face, his hands a bit too rough.
“Thanks for listening to me,” you said. “I know it’s a lot. And I’m sorry for being such a mess.”
“You don’t have to keep apologising.” He said. “I asked. I wanted to know.” One of his hands lingered against your face.
“Why did you?”
“I don’t know,” Ushijima said. You leaned your cheek into the palm of his hand. “It was bothering you, and I wanted to know why.” The implications of his words carved a hole into your heart.
“Toshi, I want to apologise again. Is that okay?” You said, enjoying too much the feel of Ushijima’s thumb caressing your cheekbone.
Ushijima’s voice was low as he said your name. “You don’t have to keep apologising, and you don’t have to ask for my permission.”
“But you’ve done so much for me, and all I do is keep making you do more stuff.” You laughed.
“I told you. You couldn’t force me to do anything if you tried.” Ushijima said, and he was almost smiling. “I’m much taller and stronger.” You were sure he was joking this time.
You couldn’t remember when the two of you had moved closer to each other. Ushijima’s large hand travelled to the nape of your neck, thumb gliding over your jaw. He said your name so softly, it sounded precious from his lips. “I’m going to kiss you now.” You nodded, and heat pooled in Ushijima’s stomach at the hungry way you watched his mouth. “You need to tell me what you want.”
You closed the gap between you and let Ushijima kiss you, soft and light, at first. He was testing the waters, but when you reciprocated eagerly, he tentatively parted your lips with his tongue. You welcomed him eagerly, surprised at the need growing within you. You couldn’t get close enough, even when he angled your neck and pressed you against his solid chest. His free hand slid up your leg, settling your thigh on his, as his hand settled low on your waist.
You wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, one hand tugging at his soft hair, the other exploring the expanse of his broad back. His hands slid down to where your thighs met your waist and pulled you even closer. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his semi-hard dick against you. Thoughts fuzzy with arousal, you couldn’t believe how large he felt even in that state.
You were desperate to make him feel as good as he made you feel. Mindlessly, you slid your hand down to tug at his belt, but Ushijima only pulled away. The abrupt stop stunned you, and your thoughts flashed to all the ways you could’ve disappointed him, made him stop wanting you.
Your doubts disappeared when Ushijima said your name, his voice rough and low, and needy. His wide pupils betrayed how much effort he’d needed to pull away from you. “Tell me what you want.” Ushijima said, nuzzling your jaw and trailing kisses down your neck all the way to your collarbone, where he had to stop only because the collar of your pyjama top was in the way. “I can’t read your mind. You have to tell me.”
Desire balled in your abdomen, and lower. “Are you sure?” You asked. And when Ushijima smiled and said yes, you realised exactly what you wanted.
“Could you…” You said, biting your already swollen lip. Ushijima was all patience, though as he leaned back, waiting against the corner for the couch, you couldn’t help but glance at his trousers. Ushijima felt himself enjoying the attention.
“What do you want, (y/n)?”
“The bedroom.” You said, gathering yourself. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Then, let’s go.” Ushijima stood up from the couch, pulling you up with him. He held your hand tight as you walked down the hallway wordlessly. You smiled at the eager way Ushijima tugged you along.
Once in the bedroom, you gently moved Ushijima to sit on your bed. You stood in front of him, and he pulled you between his thighs. There was something like reverence in his gaze, mixed with heat and longing.
“And now?” He said. You couldn’t believe he was really doing this, playing this out.
“Really, Toshi,” you said, smiling in disbelief. You slid a hand on his cheek, through his hair, and to your surprise, he leaned needily into your touch.
“What do you want, (y/n)?” He said again, and the way he looked up at you, devoted and wanting, had you weak. You wanted him on you. You wanted him to touch you. And you knew exactly where.
“Touch me, Toshi.” You said softly. Your words, your voice, the way you said his name, and the flush on your skin drove Ushijima over the edge, but he didn’t want to scare you. He wanted to give you the attention and affection you deserved.
“Where?” Ushijima said, barely getting the word out. You grew sensitive at the thought of what he was asking you to do.
“Please don’t make me say it?”
“Okay.” Ushijima said, swallowing hard as he pulled you to straddle against him, kissing you again, as he guided you onto the bed.
As you kissed, Ushijima slid his hand into your shorts and past the waistband of your underwear. You gasped when you felt him caress you, his large fingers rough with callouses. You heard a sharp quiet inhale when Ushijima found you already wet. He wasn’t quite where you needed him yet, and you realised he was riling you up, and succeeding. His mouth released yours, trailing down your jaw, your neck, wherever he could kiss you, so he could hear the sounds you made.
His finger finally approached the little bundle of nerves, and still he only circled your clit teasingly. “Toshi,” you whined. Your voice, and your damp need against his hand, made him grow harder. He wanted so much to palm his own erection and satisfy his own need, so instead he wrapped your hair around his free hand.
You arched against his touch, trying to get him where you needed him. “Toshi, I said I want you to touch me, so touch me.” You said, and you saw his victorious smile.
Ushijima finally relented, stroking you in just the way you wanted him to. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly feel any better, he slid two fingers into you. Your moan sent a pang of desire through him, and Ushijima had to stop himself from grinding onto your bed. He positioned his palm to press on top of your clit as he found the perfect angle inside you, curling his fingers to best stroke your most sensitive spot. You came hard against Ushijima’s hand, grinding shamelessly against his palm, but he didn’t stop, letting you ride out the orgasm until you’d had enough.
He watched you catch your breath, flushed and beautiful. He peppered tender kisses across your brow, temple, and cheek. He would’ve let you continue on like that, except when he extricated his hand from your shorts, you rolled over and started rummaging through a drawer. When you rolled back towards him, you presented him with a condom, smiling dreamily. “Can we?”
Ushijima only smiled with surprise, though you could tell from his tented trousers that he was still fully aroused. He captured your mouth with his and said yes. You scrambled giddily to undo Ushijima’s shirt buttons, you were trying to be careful, but as soon as there was enough room, Ushijima pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, the motion highlighting his muscled form.
He was even more beautiful than you’d imagined. You kissed him again, pressing your hands against his chest, his abs, his shoulders. You only pulled away because Ushijima had started unbuttoning your pyjama top, and he was struggling. You laughed and unbuttoned it yourself, and when Ushijima saw you weren’t wearing a bra, his brain seemed to short circuit.
“You can…” you started shyly. You took one of Ushijima’s large hands and cupped it around one of your breasts. Suddenly, you were on your back, Ushijima on top of you, lavishing kisses over your exposed chest while kneading one of your breasts. He paid particular attention to your sensitive peaks, making you wet all over again. Ushijima didn’t speak, but his breathing was heavy, his broad chest pressing down against you with every deep inhale. He groaned deeply as you palmed his erection and stroked him languidly outside his trousers. The hint of his full size made your stomach flutter with anticipation.
You started unbuckling his belt, and this time he didn’t stop you. He continued his careful attention, until you had him completely naked on top of you. Only then did he stop to tug your shorts and underwear down, tossing all items of clothing to the floor.
“Let me.” Ushijima said, his voice thick. He carefully unwrapped the condom and slid it down his length. As soon as he was ready, you took him in your hand, giving him a few teasing pumps that had him panting and groaning with desire. You guided him to your entrance and he eased inside you.
He moaned against the crook of your shoulder as he pumped inside you inch by inch until he was fully within. You found your rhythm and rocked against him, legs high on his waist, his arm against your lower back, so he could fill you up. And each whine and whimper you made drove him closer to coming. He couldn’t believe how soft and warm you were, and the feel of you pressed entirely against him. He could feel you approaching your orgasm and he plunged deeper and faster, at your urging, until you came. Your walls fluttered around him, bringing him over the edge. Ushijima groaned deeply as he came, settling heavily over you, before he slid out of you and rolled onto his back. He pulled his arm out from under your waist transferring it to under your neck, so he could pull you against him.
“Oh my god.” What else could you say?
#haikyuu x reader#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#wakatoshi ushijima x reader#wakatoshi ushijima#ushijima#ushiwaka#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima smut#call me home
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Thurs 10 June ‘21
DREAMS DO COME TRUE and fanfics do come to life, how lucky are we? Seriously though, cooking show Louis AND footie Louis in one day, have we finally crossed out of the dark timeline and into some kind of blessed AU?! Louis is doing a COOKING SHOW (well, a little cooking video), and even better- it’s one of those things where he tries to recreate a recipe on his own for the camera! Full Time Meals is part of Marcus Rashford’s campaign to end child food insecurity in the UK. Celebrity chef Tom Kerridge makes easy meals from cheap ingredients for folks to follow along with, so Louis shouldn’t have too much trouble- good for him, though maybe not quite as entertaining for us, but this is one step closer to Celebrity Bake Off, keep dreaming big and crossing those fingers! Kerridge will post his recipe video on Sunday, and then Monday they’ll post Louis making the same thing. The preview pic is just long ass hair everywhere OMG. Put on a hairnet, hippie! NOT ONLY THAT I guess he is still at the studio, but hey that just means more video for us and not only that, today’s fan videos are of Louis kicking a football around- look at him GO!- with CHILDREN, goddddd. TOOO much, truly excellent.
My Policeman filming officially wrapped, and Harry took a fan pic in London (with a fan called… Harry!) Harry (Styles) is wearing his “louie” shirt (hey I didn’t name the thing okay it’s literally called that) and carrying his blue bandana in his back pocket (on the left, relevant if hanky code, probably not relevant if he was just carrying it for hay fever symptoms or whatever.)
Liam assured us that the Vegas entrepreneur dinner will be very fun and (in his underwear, hello) said that he loves his discord and he did a live chat about Lonely Bug and NFTs. He said, “lonely bug is my inner child,” there will be LB merch- “very limited toy drop might add clothes don’t know,” that the new song has “very very bright lyrics,” and said both that his knee is sore and that his knee is much better thanks, how very Liam.
And in a (these days rare for me) dip into fandom discourse, I see writer Kaitlyn Tiffany is back making the rounds of blogs for her book about the 1D fandom and how craaaazzzy larries are; BLOCK HER. Her tumblr url is kaittiffany (EDIT SJDKJFKS she has deleted since this morning OK THEN but she will be back again; I’m leaving this in for next time as we definitely haven’t seen the last of her, plus you know I went to all the trouble of writing it.) A book actually reporting on this complex and somewhat unique fandom objectively from a place of interest and curiosity would be fascinating and totally worthwhile… but sadly this REALLY ain’t it. She has made it clear she has no intention of actually writing about the intricacies of this fandom, only in finding material to bolster her already decided upon thesis about the ‘clinical paranoia’ and conspiracy theorizing of young women online. Her entire premise is based on her own preconceived bias, and she came here to find things to support her premise rather than coming up with it based on what she saw (not to mention it’s totally dated at this point, she really missed the cultural moment on that) and she has no interest in hearing what we have to say, only in pathologizing to support the sensationalist brief she probably got a publishing advance for and finding things to pull out of context to make her already decided on points. Anyway she wrote the intern- who had not blocked her to that account, oops- offering the ‘choice’ between one of our posts being quoted in her book with or without a name attached GEE THANKS SUCH GREAT OPTIONS; once she sees anything she wants to pull out of context, you can’t do anything about it (this is a public platform), so just block her so she doesn’t see it in the first place.
Hey but since we’re not getting an actual balanced book about the fandom maybe someone should write a companion book to hers analyzing the psychological phenomena of antis! Hey publishers, I can throw around buzz words too plus unlike her I know what I’m talking about as an actual member of this community, check it out: I propose an analysis in the aftermath of the Trump era of ‘othering’ in online spaces and how certain fandom groups operate as a socially acceptable entry level location of practice in demonizing a peer population which can act as a gateway to normalizing the othering of other cultures, races, etc. In this essay book I will address how fans experience peer validation and support to egg each other on in bullying other people because those people have been coded as Other and Wrong and because their community reinforces the idea that attacking other humans is Good Behavior and that normal constraints and ethics are suspended when people need to be Made to Understand the Righteous Truth and that any means justify that end, and how that carries over into non-fandom life and is dangerous as hell. Now THAT’S timely, DM for deets about where to send my advance!
#I have read AT LEAST two fics where Louis has a blog recreating recipes why have I seen no fic posts triumphantly circulating today?#authors this is your moment HYPE YOURSELVES#10 jun 21#my policeman filming
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Day 15: Wings
Harry was not a big fan of parties.
In fact, Harry downright hated parties because he hated all of the unwanted attention. Fortunately, this masquerade gala allowed him to remain anonymous.
After all, who would expect Harry Potter to arrive in a pirate costume with skintight breeches, a billowy white shirt that exposed his chest (and the fake anchor tattoo), and thigh high boots? The black mask that covered much of his face and the pirate hat with a huge, gaudy feather helped, too.
He'd happily avoided anyone and everyone on his way to the snack table and had just stuffed a tiny, flaky, savory pastry in his mouth when he looked up to the top of the staircase that led into the room and promptly choked. There, standing at the top and looking down at all of them, was a literal angel.
The man had gorgeous white and gold wings magically attached to his back, Harry's fingers twitched as though reaching for the soft feathers as they fluttered in the breeze drifting through the open door behind him. Gold sandals graced his feet, and golden straps wrapped up his legs, stopping mid thigh. Silky white fabric was artfully draped around his hips, protecting his modesty, but only just. He wore a golden corset with a delicate structure that emphasized the narrowness of his waist and the broadness of his bare shoulders. Gold was dusted lightly across his skin, making him shine even more radiantly. His mask was also gold, hiding everything but his sharp chin, strong jawline, and his lovely lips. To finish everything off, a golden laurel wreath graced his pink hair.
He was gorgeous, ethereal. And Harry's gut told him that he had to meet him. His gut was hardly ever wrong.
(Read more below the cut)
Without stopping to think, Harry set off toward the other man, but was beat to him by a man dressed in a muggle constable uniform. As Harry approached, he heard the constable berating the angel and he felt his metaphorical hackles rise.
"Oy!" he said as the constable shoved the man's shoulder. "Back off. What's the matter with you?"
The constable spluttered at him and placed his hands on his hips in indignation. "Well I don't think a costume like that is appropriate."
And suddenly, Harry recognized that voice, recognized posture and his puffed out chest. "Well, first, Auror Hibbards," he said, "It's not your place to enforce a dress code. And second, I don't think the business you conduct with your secretary after hours is appropriate but no one's confronted you or your wife about that. Perhaps you'd like me to go and have a conversation with her about what I find inappropriate?"
He followed the other man's panicked gaze across the room to two women who were standing together talking, and tried to remember what Laura Hibbards had looked like when he'd met her a few years ago.
"She's the one in the striking medi-nurse costume isn't she?" he asked. "Laura, right?"
Hibbards took a step back and his arms fell to his sides, "Who are you?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter," Harry replied. "You mind your business and I'll mind mine."
Without another word Hibbards turned and fled across the room.
He turned to look at the angel standing next to him, "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," the man replied, voice warm and a smile tugging at his lips. "I daresay you arrived in the wrong costume."
Harry looked down at his pirate apparel. "Sorry?" he asked, looking up at him.
"I think you ought to have come as a knight dressed in shining armor," he teased.
"Hardly," Harry replied, rolling his eyes.
The other man's eyes traveled up and down Harry's body, "So, let me guess, you're an auror? I would say that maybe you just work in the auror department but it was clever of you to get him to look at his wife so you could deduce who she was."
"Clever, hmm?" Harry teased. "I wouldn't go that far, but you're not entirely wrong. I've recently left the Ministry and I was an auror."
"What made you leave?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Harry lifted one shoulder, "I got fed up with the bullshit and the hypocrisy; I felt like I was slowly becoming someone I didn't want to be, so I left."
"And what do you do now?"
He laughed, "Do you want the truth?'
"Always."
"I work part time at a muggle coffee shop," he replied.
"Ah, so you're independently wealthy then."
Harry shook his head, "And you said I'm the clever one. What do you do?"
"I'm a solicitor," he replied.
He laughed, "So you really didn't need my help dealing with Hibbards then. I'm sure you could have talked circles around him."
"No, I probably didn't," he conceded. "But it was nice, just the same. A man who spends all of his time fighting on behalf of others appreciates someone fighting on his behalf every so often."
Harry smiled, "Are you here with anyone?" he asked, "Or can I get you a drink?"
"A drink would be great," the angel replied.
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Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed a night as much as he had this one. His angel was quick-witted with a dry sense of humor, he was smart and sexy, and Harry genuinely enjoyed his company. They'd danced, and talked, and enjoyed the food and drinks available; and Harry found himself wishing that the night would never end.
When the clock stuck eleven, surprising both of them, they looked around to see that many people had already left. "Salazar, is that the time?"
Harry nodded, "Seems to be."
"I've an early morning tomorrow," the angel told him, "As much as I've enjoyed this, I should probably be on my way."
"Can I see you again?" Harry blurted.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," the other man replied slowly. "This was meant to be a bit like Cinderella at the ball for me."
"Are you going to leave me your sandal, then? Expect me to come and find you?" Harry teased, really hoping that the other man would give in or at least give him something to go on. He was good a puzzles, good at pulling at loose ends until he'd unraveled the mystery.
"No, no, nothing like that," he said quickly. "I just wanted one night where I didn't have to be me. One night that I didn't have to walk around with my face and all of the baggage that goes along with it. This was never meant to be more than that."
"I hear you," Harry said, emphatically, "I really do. I find it difficult," he confessed, "connecting with people. People can't seem to see past their preconceived notions of who I am, but you..." Harry trailed off and shrugged helplessly, "it was easy. To be with you, to talk to you. I'd really like to get to know you better."
The angel rubbed the back of his neck, "I would like that, too," the other man replied softly. "Truly. But once you know who I am, you're going to change your mind."
"But isn't it worth to find out?" he asked, pleaded. "Even if you're right and I never want to see you again, that's the outcome you've assigned without even knowing."
"Maybe I'd prefer for you to remember this night fondly," the other man suggested.
"Maybe I'd prefer to have many more fond memories with you," Harry countered.
"You were a Griffyndor weren't you?"
"Guilty as charged," Harry replied with a grin. Then he grew serious, "Look, if you enjoyed tonight even half as much as I did, please just give it a chance. You might take one look at me and think this was a mistake, but at least we'll know and we won't have to spend the rest of our lives wondering what could have been."
The angel blew out a breath and Harry fought the nerves that had risen up in his chest. "Fine," he conceded, "but don't say that I didn't try to warn you."
"Okay," Harry said, giving him a big smile.
"Before we do this," he said, "I want you to know that I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for everything."
"Stop sounding like you're saying goodbye!" Harry protested.
The angel gave him a sad little smile, "Ready, then?"
"On the count of three?" Harry asked. When he received a nod in return, he reached up and said, "One, two, three," as he pulled of his mask.
A slap to the face would have been less of a surprise than the person he saw standing before him.
"Potter?"
"Malfoy?" he splutted. "What? How?"
"This explains so much, actually," Malfoy said, his mouth twisting in a displeased little grimace. "You got to come sailing in like the hero you are to rescue a damsel in distress-"
"That's not fair," Harry replied, still reeling. "I didn't even know it was you."
"No," Malfoy agreed. "It certainly would have changed your reaction if you had." He shook his head, "Well, this has been fun. I do so love being proven right."
"It's still better to know that this was not worth losing sleep over, don't you think?" Harry replied.
"Right," Malfoy clipped. "I'm off. The pirate costume seems a bit like false advertising, by the way," he said as he started to walk away without a backward glance.
"What?" Harry asked incredulously, "And the angel costume wasn't false advertising?"
"It's a Victoria's Secret Costume, Potter. Honestly."
Before Harry could make sense of that statement, Malfoy was up the stairs and out of the door, leaving Harry staring after him with a mixture of irritation, and confusion, and oddly a bit of attraction.
"Oh, Mr. Potter!" a voice called from beside him, "How lovely to see you!"
Harry turned to see Laura Hibbards standing next to him. "Your husband is cheating on you," Harry informed her.
"Excuse me?" she asked, her right hand fluttering up to cover her heart.
"With his secretary. I should have said something a long time ago, I'm sorry," he added, because he was. No one deserved to be cheated on.
Then he walked away, leaving her floundering, and headed out the same door Malfoy had moments before.
When he got outside he looked around, hoping to see wings or a flash of pink hair, but the road was empty. Was he really lonely and desperate enough that he was thinking that he and Malfoy might be a good fit?
Harry gave it up, he didn't even know what he would have said if he had seen him. It wasn't worth losing sleep over, he reminded himself before appartating home.
Whiskers was waiting for him when he arrived and he scooped her up and nuzzled his nose into her fluffy white fur. "You love me, don't you?" he asked her. Her sweet, little meow confirmed it and he kissed her head before going in to get ready for bed. It wasn't worth losing sleep over he reminded himself again.
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Harry had, in fact, lost quite a bit of sleep. He'd spent the night tossing and turning, grumbling to himself, and hating himself every time his mind replayed a part of the evening and butterflies took flight in his stomach.
By the time the sun was illuminating the sky, turning it bright pinks and reds, Harry only knew one thing: he couldn't get Malfoy out of his head.
He got out of bed and he started to do some digging on the other man. It took half the morning but he discovered Malfoy had made a bit of a name for himself. He worked for a wizarding law firm and he'd made a habit of only taking clients who were desperately in need of help that they couldn't afford. Harry had a hard time learning anything else about his personal life, it seemed like he didn't really have one, but it didn't take long for him to find an address.
From there, the planning was a bit shoddy. Harry hadn't ever really been good at making plans and sticking to them so he just showed up outside of Draco's office at 5:00pm and waited.
And waited.
And then he waited some more. He waited until 6:30, wondering if he'd missed the other man somehow and as he was about to leave and return tomorrow, the door opened and out stepped Malfoy. His hair was blonde and he was wearing a well-tailored suit but he looked just as breathtaking as he had the night before.
He froze when he caught sight of Harry, looking stricken for just a moment before smoothing his features. "What are you doing here?"
Harry opened his mouth, "I'm sorry." They weren't quite the words he was meaning to say but it was too late to take them back now.
"Whatever for?"
"I had a brilliant time with you last night," Harry said.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Right up until you realized it was me."
"That's what I'm sorry for," Harry said. "Malfoy," he started, then he changed tracks, "Draco, you made me feel like I was just a person. Just a guy flirting with another person, enjoying life, free of all expectations."
"Yes, we established that last night," he replied as he stepped down the stairs and stood on the pavement in front of Harry. "That was the point of the masks and the costumes."
"Right, but I don't think it was just the masks and costumes. The person I was last night," he licked his lower lip but forced himself to continue, "That's who I really am. Without the weight of being Harry Potter. And I would be willing to bet my vault at Gringotts that the person you were last night is who you really are without the weight of being Draco Malfoy."
"Can you afford to bet your vault at Gringotts?" he asked. "Aren't you a barista? What if you're wrong?"
"Shut up," Harry said, "I'm trying to say something profound here."
"Apologies," Malfoy said, taking one step closer to him as his mouth tilted up at the corner.
"When who we both really are seems to be so compatible, doesn't it seem silly to throw that away on a childhood rivalry?"
"What exactly are you proposing?"
Harry took a breath, "Dinner? Or coffee if dinner is too much. I'd like the chance to get to know you better."
"You would?" Draco asked softly, looking open and vulnerable, and Harry's heart expanded in his chest until he couldn't breathe properly.
"I really would," he said, reaching out to take Draco's hand.
"Alright. Dinner," he agreed. "But don't blame me if this doesn't work out."
Harry grinned at him, "Feel free to blame me when it does."
Day 14: Louder, So Everyone Can Hear | Day 16: Tulips
#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days#oof this one ran away from me#sorry it's long#I hope you still enjoy it#drarry#drarry drabbles#drarry ficlets#day 15: Wings#costumes#fun
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It Was Always for You
(Femslash February Prompt: Drinks)
(Read on AO3)
“Ellllllloooooiiiiiseeeee.”
Eloise looks up at the sound of her name being sung more than spoken. The voice is familiar, even though the way it currently slurs is not. Eloise isn’t certain she’s ever seen Penelope properly drunk, though the two of them have snuck a drink or two on occasion from their parents’ collections or during parties while no one was paying them any mind.
The way Penny sways across the grass towards where Eloise sits on her favorite swing tells Eloise that her best friend had more than one-too-many drinks this night.
“Are you-”
“Very, very drunk,” Penny confirms, sparing Eloise the task of carefully skirting the subject. “Yes.”
“Is everything alright?” Eloise asks. ‘Are you alright?’ is the unspoken question hidden behind her words.
“No,” Penny says. “Everything is not alright, because I lied to you and I need to tell you the truth. I don’t wish to lie to you, Eloise. Not ever.”
“Alright,” Eloise says, her words carefully even. “I’m certain whatever it is-”
“Oh no,” Penelope laughs. “You aren’t certain about any of it. But you will be soon.”
This time Eloise remains silent. It’s clear that whatever Penelope wants to say, whatever she feels the need to get off her chest, is something she needs to do on her own and no prompting from Eloise is going to help.
“It’s me, Eloise,” Penny says the words with such importance that Eloise is certain she’s missed something that came before them. When Eloise doesn’t immediately respond Penny only sighs. “I’m her. I’m Lady Wistledown.”
Eloise frowns. “Do not tease me about this, Penelope.”
“I’m not. It’s me, Eloise. Poor Penelope, never noticed when she disappears from a dance because there are no names on her card to miss her. Innocent Penelope, who could not possibly understand the ways of the world enough to report on them. Lonely little Penny, so easily overlooked that no one thinks to watch their words around her because who does she have to tell?”
Penelope says the words so carelessly that Eloise scarcely believes them. They’re drunken ramblings, surely nothing more?
“It can’t be you. What you said about your own family, you ruined-”
“We were already ruined,” Penelope spits out. Eloise knows that Penelope holds some resentment towards her mother and sisters but for it to go this deep, and carry this many repercussions? Penelope continues as if this were any other conversation between friends… as if this information isn’t actively shattering every preconceived idea the entire Ton holds of who Lady Whistledown could be.
As if this isn’t shattering everything Eloise ever imagined Penelope is.
“Don’t you see?” Penny sighs. “It was worth it to spare the Bridgerton name.”
“You would do all that to spare Colin?” Eloise asks, her brain still working overtime to catch up with all of this new information. A part of her doesn’t believe it, can’t believe it, but another part of her knows that Penelope has no reason to lie to her about this.
“You still don’t see,” Penelope says. “For someone so clever, you’re awfully dense.”
“Excuse me?!”
“It wasn’t for Colin. It was never for Colin,” Penny says, leveling Eloise with a gaze that locks onto her eyes and does not shy away. Penny’s eyes beg Eloise to understand, plead with such desperation that it’s obvious at that moment what the emotion behind the faint shimmer of a tear is.
Eloise doesn’t know how she ever missed it… or perhaps she never had. Perhaps she simply refused to accept what she knew was in front of her all along.
“It was for me.” There’s no question to her words, but Penelope answers just the same.
“Always,” Penelope confirms. “It was always for you, El.”
#eloise bridgerton#penelope featherington#eloise x penelope#bridgerton#elle writes a few deadbeat lines
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Fall Again
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff
Word Count: 3,856
Summary:
Notes: I hope this what you were looking for.
Warnings: Depressive thoughts and talks of dying.
The faint sound of buzzing filled your ears as the man sitting before you droned on and on. His words are meaningless beyond the first sentence. ‘The tests came back positive, I’m sorry, you have cancer.’ Words that had instantly filled you with a certain hollowness you had never expected. As if your entire being tried to comprehend the words. As your mind tried to wrap itself around the idea that you were dying. Causing everything else to simply fade away into a static background. Simple white-noise to your predestined existence. Even still bits and pieces slice through like knives. Cutting you open to the world that you would never experience in the same way again. Leaving you exposed and bleeding without any semblance of protection.
The sound of the hospital filtered through your ears. Shuffling of feet and the distant voices of doctors and nurses speaking to one another. An overabundance of cheer and hope floating through the halls like air, but you could now detect the underlying sense of despair. The darkness that festered beneath the light pretenses of the spotless halls. A feeling that only seemed to come to the dying. The beautiful lies become a painful truth. You simply stared straight ahead at all the degrees hanging proudly on the wall. All mocking you, because no matter how many awards your doctor may have-- nothing could ever truly cure you. Nothing could stop your body from tearing itself apart. Nothing could stop the suffering you were going to experience. His words mean nothing more to you than the mindless chatter you hear on the subway.
‘I believe we caught it early, which is a good sign.’
‘You’re going to have to start radiation immediately.’
‘If we don’t get ahead of this thing… I’m afraid there’s not much else we can do.’
Turning, you finally meet the warm gaze of the man that was trying to save your life. Your mouth opens in hopes that your brain just knew what to say. That a few simple words would stop the spinning of the room. That your entire world would make sense again.
Nothing came out.
You simply stared at the man, with your mouth slightly open, as silence settled over the two of you. An oppressive silence that spoke more than either of you ever could. Brown eyes staring into yours with compassion and understanding. Lowering your head, you could feel the way your body seemed to wilt. Your shoulders slumping as you canted forward. Normally graceful hands, fumbling to get a grip on your knees. Anything to keep you anchored. To keep your thoughts on the current moment. On what was happening right now. You didn’t want them to stray to your future. To what you knew was coming for you.
You didn’t want to think about the fact that you were dying. That you would be dead sooner than you ever thought possible.
You had always known that with the life you lived you more than likely wouldn’t live to see your elder years. But you had always thought you would at least go out on your terms. Either a fire-fight where you were protecting your team or protecting innocent life. You had never thought that the true enemy all along was your own body. That it had been biding its time to finally land a crippling strike-- God did it land one.
Closing your eyes, you try to stem the oncoming tears. You hated to cry in public when you were near strangers. You hated to look weak to people that didn’t know you. To people that would judge with their own preconceived notions. Nothing was going to stop the onslaught, however. Not as images of the ones you loved came flashing across your mind.
Tony’s snarky voice filtering through your ears as if he was in the room with you. His teasing tone filling you with warmth. He always knew how to make you forget all your troubles.
Steve’s warm smile as he looked up at you over the newspaper. His blue eyes crinkling with happiness as he offered you a mug of coffee. Having learned how you liked it long ago.
Bruce’s calming presence as he sat beside you as you read. A companionable warmth shared between the two of you.
Thor’s booming laugh as you told him a joke that you had heard. Easy conversation passing between you both as you shared joke after joke-- as well as ale, of course.
Clint’s grin as you cooked together. His shoulder bumping into yours with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times over.
Vision’s practical words always seemed to make you chuckle. As you always found his no-nonsense ways both endearing and amusing.
Then Natasha and Wanda appeared and the choked feeling in your throat only grew. Their green eyes sparkling with all the love in the world. Wanda’s open grin filling you with the same amount of warmth as Natasha’s half-smile. The laughter that so easily flowed between the three of you. Your body naturally wedged between them both as you tried to get as close as possible-- though that never seemed to be close enough.
Clenching your hands, you try to ignore the way your heart broke all over again. Try to ignore the fact that not only your heart was going to be broken by the end of the day. That the two women that held your heart had already lost too much. And now… they may lose you too.
A simple fact that caused a choked sob to escape your mouth. You want nothing more than to go to a time where this was the simple case of the flu. When the only reason you had gone to the doctor was because of worried green eyes tracking you wherever you went. Even when you had done everything to reassure them that you were fine. Their worry, their fear, had been the tipping point.
“How long?”
It took you a moment to realize you had been the one that spoke. As the voice that had broken through the silence sounded nothing like your own. It was weak… feeble… everything you strived not to be. And even as the question hung between the two of you, you weren’t sure you wanted an answer. You weren’t even sure what had caused you to ask in the first place.
You weren’t sure about a lot of things anymore.
“With what we’ve seen? I’m afraid that if you don’t start treatment as soon as possible you’ll be dead within a few months.” The words only cause your stomach to drop even more. “However, I am confident that we caught it early enough. That, with the treatment, you may be able to make a full recovery.”
A sardonic smile twists your mouth. “And if I don’t? I’ll end up dying as something I’m not, right? A shell of who I used to be.”
“Yes,” he agrees softly. “But would you rather take the chance of living? Or succumb to your body’s wishes of death?”
His words echo like a mantra as you make your way back towards the Tower. Your eyes are taking in the landscape of New York City. The bustling of life that always permeated the streets. Whether it’s children pulling their parents excitedly to the next store or a businessman that was rushing to his next meeting-- New York City never seized in its constant state of motion. No matter what happened amid its confines nothing ever seemed to disturb that simple fact.
If you were to die tomorrow nothing would truly change. The shops would still open in the early recesses of the morning. Taxis and other means of transportation would still rush through the streets looking for passengers. There would still be the distant wails of ambulances on their way to the hospital. Life would go on as it always had. The world wouldn’t stand still simply because you were no longer in it. Even if yours had the moment you had heard the news.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you stand and follow the line of people that were getting off. Your feet touching the rough pavement of the sidewalk with a hollow thud. With your hands stuffed into the pockets of your coat, you make your way through the throngs of people. Ignoring some of the looks you received once people recognized who you were. You weren’t in the mood to socialize. You also weren’t in the mood to dismiss the people that looked up to you. You knew what it was like to be dismissed by the people who you used to idolize-- your own personal heroes. You didn’t want that to ever happen to anyone that felt the same way towards you.
So, you just kept your head down and plowed through the bustling streets of New York. Towards the beckoning light of Avengers Tower. The great A situated on its side a beacon for home and safety. The dull echoing of your footsteps on the marble floor of the lobby as you bypass security. Your mind somewhere else entirely as you make your way up towards the communal floor of the Tower. Only the soft sound of the elevator pulled you out of your reverie. Announcing that you had arrived at your destination.
Following the faint sounds of voices, your body follows the well-worn path to the kitchen. Taking in everything as you near the entrance-- trying to remember everything as it was before the fallout that you knew was about to happen. From the faint crack along the sidewall of the living room that had appeared when Thor had ‘tripped’ while playing Nerf Wars. To the many pictures that lined the walls-- from amusing candid's to group pictures from intimate affairs. The happiness that suffused the walls of the Tower was always present.
You hated that you were about to taint it with the same underlying sense of darkness that the hospital held. Hated that your own body has betrayed you.
You stop, just at the precipice of the room, and smile at what you see inside. Natasha at the counter cutting various vegetables while Clint stole as many as he could manage before she noticed. Steve at the stove as he continued on with a conversation with Bruce. Tony sitting at the island with a StarkPad in his hands-- no doubt tinkering with more ideas for the next Iron Man suit. Wanda and Vision were standing side-by-side as Wanda taught the android how to properly set the table. Laughter flowing between them all. It was a serene moment that you didn’t want to break. That you wanted to capture and live in forever, but all good things must come to an end eventually.
It seems like this one had to the moment Vision noticed you standing at the doorway. His bright smile is an indicator that he was glad to see you.
“I wasn’t aware you had returned. If I had I would have greeted you like I normally do, Y/N.”
At the mention of your name, and Vision’s voice, the team turns and greets you with varying responses-- mostly cheers and grins. At their sudden attention, you take another step into the room. Offering a small smile towards Vision. Hoping that it would show that you didn’t mind he wasn’t waiting for you once you had returned. As you weren’t expecting to have lessons tonight either way.
“It’s all right, Vis.” You shrug. “I wasn’t expecting you to.”
At your words, Vision’s eyes narrow ever-so-slightly as he detected the underlying stress that you were trying to hide. Something you knew he was about to comment on before Tony interrupted with a question directed towards the android. You never wanted to kiss a man more.
Knowing that you needed to get some air, but not wanting to be rude, you turn towards Steve. “When will dinner be ready, Cap?”
“Another thirty minutes,” he admits with a rueful smile. “It would have been finished sooner if Thor hadn’t eaten all the final touches for the meal. He’s out getting them right now.”
You flash a smile at him. “That’s all right, Steve. I think I’m going to go up and get changed. I feel a little grubby in these clothes.”
He simply smiles back at you. Taking that as a sign to make a quick exit, you’re half-way out of the door before Bruce’s soft voice halts you.
“So what did the doctor say?”
You shoot him a confused look over your shoulder. Trying to desperately appear neutral as all the attention of the room, once again, shifted towards you.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you go to the doctor today, má lásko?” Wanda steps from around the counter. A worried frown began to make its presence known on her beautiful face. The same expression that was starting to appear on Natasha’s. Something that you didn’t want at all. Your mind screeches at you to fix the situation you had suddenly found yourself in. You couldn’t tell them all right now. You could barely wrap your mind around it. You didn’t know if you could handle dealing with them trying to as well.
“I have the flu,” you offer with a weak smile and a shrug. “A few days of rest and I should be as right as rain.” You turn your gaze towards Natasha and Wanda. Your eyes noticeably softening as you did so. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
At your words, the team seemed to relax. The tense atmosphere, that you hadn’t even been aware of before now, dissipating as they all turned back to what they were doing. Sighing, softly, you quickly make your way out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards your room.
Trying to ignore the feeling of two green gazes following you as you did so.
The bright lights of New York City shone like the millions of stars that hung above it. Shimmering in the oncoming darkness that the night brought. The buildings, and the people, standing strong against the presence that many tried to avoid. Standing just beside the large window that made up a wall of your room, you could clearly see the nightcrawlers coming out down below. A completely different society awakening as the sun disappears behind the horizon.
Having changed into fresh clothes, you felt slightly rejuvenated. As if the clothes you had been wearing were bars to a cell. Locking you in with the truth that you were trying desperately to come to terms with. Being out of them brought a small semblance of peace, of stability, that you had been searching for. The simple act allows your mind enough time to get its bearings once more. It may not have been the ground-breaking epiphany you were searching for but it was enough. For now.
“Dorogoy?” A soft voice whispers from the entrance of the room. Your eyes slipping shut as the knowledge of their presence seeped into you. They have given you enough time to prepare yourself. You were a fool to think that they wouldn’t have noticed that something was wrong.
Turning, you meet their gazes with a tired smile. “Nat. Wanda. Is something the matter?”
Your question causes both their eyes to flash. Whether it be in a warning or something else, you weren’t entirely sure.
“I believe you have the answer to that question, Y/N,” Wanda says, her brow furrowing in concern. “We know that something is bothering you but we can’t help you if you don’t tell us what that is.”
“We’re concerned,” Natasha admits, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Her green eyes shimmering with suppressed emotion as she stares at you. “What did the doctor really say to you?”
A defeated feeling wells itself up in your chest. You know that you couldn’t lie to them. You had never been able to lie to them. Slumping forward, you move over to your bed and sit. A sigh escaping your mouth as they followed suit. Natasha settling on your right as Wanda settled on your left. Their hands immediately clasping yours in gentle, yet strong, holds.
Your jaw clenches as you try to work up the courage to speak. Try to put the words you didn’t want to be true out there. To make them materialize as a reality instead of the nightmare you wished they were.
“I have cancer.”
The events that followed went by too fast for you to truly react. Natasha’s hands tightened around yours with a stricken look painting itself across her face. Wanda stood with fury written across her face, green eyes flashing red as she tried to control her powers, though you knew none of that fury was directed towards you. At least not yet.
A soft hand on your cheek pulls your attention away from Wanda’s pacing. Your eyes taking in the pained expression on Natasha’s face. An almost desperate edge underlying it made you sick to your stomach. A quality that only resonated itself within her voice. Tears already forming in her emerald green orbs as reality came crashing down around you all. “They caught it early, right? There’s still a chance for you to beat it? Please tell me there’s still a chance. Tell us there’s still a chance to save you. That we won’t lose you.”
Tears flow unbidden down your cheeks at her desperate pleas. At the faint sound of Wanda kneeling before you and pressing her forehead against your knees. The trembling you could clearly feel as her hands clasped onto your only available one. The tears you could already feel seeping through your leggings. You want nothing more than to take their pain away. To tell them that this was some horribly fucked up joke that Tony put you up to but you couldn’t. You couldn’t and that hurt you more than any bullet ever has.
Your throat clenches around the words that try to escape your mouth. As you try to choke out the words through your despair. “Yes.” Natasha’s eyes lighten at your words and Wanda’s head raises from its position on your knees. “The doctor says that they caught it early but I’ll have to begin treatment right away.”
“That’s good though, right?” Wanda murmurs, settling back onto her feet. Her wide eyes filled with so much hope. “You’ll just begin treatment and everything will be okay.”
At their expectant looks, you lower your gaze towards your lap. Your heart thudding against your chest as you tried to formulate what you wanted to say. But how could you tell the two people that made your life worth living that you weren’t going to have treatment? That you were letting everything rest and have the universe take its destined course.
Your silence seemed to be all the answer Natasha needed, however. Her words filled with thinly-veiled fury. “You’re not going to go forward with the treatment.”
“No.”
The silence that follows your feeble answer was even more oppressive than the one in the hospital. Both Natasha’s and Wanda’s hands tightening around yours as they processed your answer. Both their emotions heightening as each second ticked by. Swirling around the three of you like a vortex. Having them both stand suddenly pulls you out of your reverie. Your head snapping up to watch them both pace. Agitation is clear in each graceful movement of their bodies.
Whipping around, Wanda snarls at you. “Why don’t you want treatment? It could save your life, Y/N.”
“And it could also make me a husk of who I am,” you cry, standing up from your bed. “We don’t know if the treatment will work and I refuse to die as something I’m not.”
“We don’t know that it will fail, Y/N.” Natasha cries back, equally as outraged as you were. “We don’t know what the future will hold. Except for the simple fact that you will die if you refuse treatment. It’s just a maybe right now.”
Wanda steps forward with an anguished look on her face. “Please don’t sign your life away because of something you don’t even know will be the end result. Don’t make this into a certainty.”
“Even if I do start treatment I will be completely useless to the team,” you hiss. “Who knows how long I’ll have to fight this until it goes into remission. I don’t want to be a burden on any of you.”
Natasha takes your face into her hands, her thumbs gently rubbing soothing circles on your cheeks. “Do you think they will care, Y/N? Do you think they won’t jump for joy when they find out that you’ve decided to fight? That they won’t be there for you every step of the way?”
“We’re a family, Y/N,” Wanda murmurs with a loving look shining in her eyes. “Family doesn’t let family fight their demons by themselves. You’re more to us, to them, than just a teammate. Nat and I love you with everything that we are. And you know the boys love you like a sister. They wouldn’t want you to just give up.”
“Yeah,” Natasha chuckles. “And I’m pretty sure you’re Vision’s surrogate mother.”
You laugh softly at her gentle teasing. Feeling warmth blossom in your chest for the first time since you had stepped foot in the hospital. “What about if I get too sick to take care of myself like I used to?”
“We’ll be there, dorogoy,” Natasha whispers, one hand falling from your cheek as Wanda’s took its place. “When you fall we’ll always be there to pick you back up. Just like we know you’ll always be there for us.”
Your eyes slip shut as the feeling of complete warmth and safety settles over you. Your world is finally beginning to make sense once more. Everything came back into focus as you were surrounded by Natasha and Wanda. The two people that knew how to set your heart on fire with emotions you never knew you could feel.
“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll begin treatment.”
You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that they were smiling. Nor did you have to, to know that they were leading you towards the large bed. Easily pulling into the center with their bodies snugly pressed into both sides. Your nose nuzzling into Wanda’s neck as Natasha pressed herself firmly into your back. Both of their arms holding you in their warm embrace.
All other thoughts slipping from your mind as you succumbed to the dark recesses of sleep. The only things that mattered were the two women that were holding you like you were the most valuable thing in the world to them. Their warmth better than anything a blanket could ever provide. The feeling of completeness overwhelming you as the darkness finally took hold.
Your last thoughts being of the two women who would always be there to pick you back up again.
No matter how many times you may fall.
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Ok this is gonna sound odd. But how would Kaminari and Shinsou (either separate or together would work tbh) react if their teenage daughter brought home her boyfriend but they don't trust him. Like he looks like a total fuck boy, but they wanna trust their daughter. So later on they would stealthily follow said boyfriend to make sure that he wouldn't hurt the daughter. While hiding Kami and/or Shin overhear him completely just bashing his friends words and shit because his so called 'friends' were disrespecting his girl/their daughter, and he wasn't having that. They then decide that he's alright. They'll leave baby girl in his hands. He looks like a bad boy, tattoos and piercings and the whole shebang. But clearly he drinks his "Respect Women" juice.
Bonus if the boyfriends favorite hero is Red Riot, so of course he's gonna be drinking that "women are queens" juice daily lol.
I never see any dad things for Kami or Shinsou and I hope to start something here. I think they'd be great dads tbh
Definitely not odd!
Thing their Daughter’s Boyfriend is bad when He really isn’t [Head Canons]:
(Kaminari, Shinsou)
Kaminari:
-Kaminari watched with an eyebrow raised as you buzzed around the dining room, setting the table and such. “Come on, he’ll be here soon,” you spoke.
-The hero only shrugged and casually picked up a dish, “He’s our daughter’s boyfriend. He has to impress us, not the other way around.” You just rolled your eyes at that.
-”Yes, and we’re trying not to embarrass her,” you said. Speaking of which, your daughter rushed into the dining room.
-”Thank you, mom,” she said before giving her father a pout. Kaminari sighed, but he relented.
-”Fine, fine,” he said, giving his baby girl’s head a rub, “I’ll be good.”
-About an hour later, the door bell rang, and since he was the closest, Kaminari went to answer it. Upon doing so, however, he was greeted by a teenage boy with several piercings and tattoos. “Uh...We’re not looking to buy anything,” he said.
-The boy just laughed “[Daughter Name] said you were funny!”
-Needless to say, Kaminari thought that something was up with this teen. There was no way his daughter could like some punk like this! He was in no way good enough for his daughter and Kaminari was gong to prove that.
-”He’s a nice kid, leave it alone,” you merely told him when he asked for your opinion.
-That went into one ear and out the other as soon enough Kaminari came up with the idea to see if this guy was legit or not.
-This guy came off as a fuck boy, after all, as the kids would say, and the last thing Kaminari wanted was for his daughter to get hurt. Make no mistake, however, as he did trust his baby girl, he just ultimately wanted to protect her.
-So, when the day finally came, Kaminari decided to misuse his hero training and follow after his daughter’s boyfriend.
-The guy wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary so far. He just met up with some friends and they went to hang out at a coffee shop. Typical of teens, but Kaminari remembered his days at that age and how he did similar.
-Making sure to sit at a table right behind the group, Kaminari listened intently. For some reason the teens seemed fire up, and he wondered why.
-”So, have you figured out if Charge Bolt’s daughter is as electrifying as her daddy.” Kaminari raised an eyebrow at this, feeling curious as the boys giggled. It took him awhile, but he finally figured out what they were saying, which caused him to nearly shoot out of his seat, intending to blow his cover and confront them on the spot. But then...
-”What are you talking about?” He heard his daughter’s boyfriend and his question seemed to make the others laugh louder.
-”You know, if she’s good in bed? Puts good use of her quirk there? She’s got such a nice body and such a smackable-”
-”Hey, you can’t disrespect women like that! And certainly not my girlfriend.” At the defense, Kaminari listened intently, not believing what he was hearing. “Besides, the first thing that shouldn’t come to mind when you think about a woman is sex and her looks. She’s a person and very sweet, so I better not hear you talking about women like that again, especially her.” The way your boyfriend defended you sounded so sincere and passionate that Kaminari was awestruck.
-There was just no way this guy was that respectful...What he was saying was also sounding familiar, too, “I mean, what would Red Riot say? Everyone deserves respect, right?” Ah, there it was-But wait a second!
-”Red Riot, really?!” Kaminari completely blew his cover as he got up and approached the teens, who were looking at him rather shocked, “Charge Bolt! Charge Bolt should be your favorite hero!” Then in that moment, Kaminari quickly covered his mouth, realizing his mistake.
“Mr. Kaminari what are you doing here?”
-Needless to say, Kaminari now approves of his daughter’s boyfriend.
Shinsou:
-It got to a point in most relationships where parents were met with and got involved.
-Now, Shinsou’s daughter was definitely spoiled and loved by him. He wouldn’t do much things in fear of looking stupid, but when it came to his daughter, he would do anything and more.
-So, when she told him about her boyfriend, of course he wanted to meet the guy who got his daughter so interested.
-He and you had not met the teen yet, and this would be the first time your kid brought someone home, so this was rather exciting.
-”I told him all about you, dad, and he thinks you’re a cool hero and can’t wait to meet you,” The teen girl smiled. Shinsou returned her smile and rubbed at her head.
-”Well, I can’t wait to meet him.”
-Those were words that Shinsou certainly wanted to take back once he met the guy in question.
-The doorbell had rang without warning, and you rushed to open it, greeting what Shinsou knew to be known as a typical fuckboy.
-This guy showed up with his phone in hand, tattoos, piercings, and also wearing a leather jacket. Nope, Shinsou was not approving.
-He remained civil, however, not saying much during the dinner that the family ate together with their guest, but as soon as the boy left, he made his disdain known.
-”No, I don’t like him,” he told his daughter without delay once she asked, “You’re going to get your heart broken, and I won’t allow that.”
-”But daddy! You haven’t even gotten to know him yet!” Shinsou didn’t agree with that, which led to his daughter slamming her bedroom door on her way up. You just sighed and looked at your husband.
-”Come on, the boy is nice and makes good grades,” you said, though your words sailed right out the window.
-”I’ll prove it to her,” was all Shinsou said before turning in for the night.
-It was about a week later before he put his plan in motion. It was simple, he was going to follow the boy and record him cheating on his daughter. It was just bound to happen at some point, and he would use this as leverage to expose the boy and get you on his side for preventing his daughter from dating him. He’d spare her the broken heart, however by not telling her the truth.
-So, Shinsou found out where the teen was and began discreetly following him and his group of friends. Nothing was seeming out of the ordinary for now...
-”Oh, Red Riot!” Shinsou ducked, wondering if Kirishima were actually there, but all that could be seen was the hero appearing on a TV that his daughter’s boyfriend seemed to zero in on.
-’He likes Red Riot?’
-”Come on, dude,” his friends seemed to call him back, chuckling all the while.
-”I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said, only to receive more laughter.
-”I bet that’s what your girlfriend said last night!” The teen stopped dead in his tracks, and Shinsou felt as if he might end up getting his hero license revoked for beating some kids.
-”Hey, don’t make jokes like that, about any woman ever, okay? It’s not cool or funny.” That murderous feeling seemed pass as Shinsou’s eyes widened in surprise at what he was hearing.
-”Come on, it’s just a joke dude. I mean, your girlfriend’s hot! Be grateful we don’t think she’s gros-”
-The other teens immediately shut up as they were being glared at. “Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t give you a free pass to talk about her like that. So you better not ever.”
-Shinsou let out a sigh. He started to feel a bit sorry for his preconceived notions. He hated to think that his baby girl was all grown up and dating, but he knew that he should be grateful it was with such a good guy.
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Please analyze that bar scene INCLUDING that tiny Rio smile. Thank you for all your posts about the show!! I love reading them. <3
First off, thank you so much!
Alright, so I wanted to wait until I got to rewatch the scene before answering this.
Rio stars off as closed off and exhausted - the sigh and the kind of hunched posture. He doesn’t really look at her until he says “Minute in the sack, never take it back, huh?” - like he’s looking for her reaction (also I feel a low-key jab at Dean because that seems to be a running thread this season). It reminds me a lot of when he told her she was just work and looked at her to see how deeply it hit her when he’d avoided looking at her at all until then.
When Beth tells him that they want him for a moment he just kind of stares off, because people being after him isn’t really a novelty, as we’ve seen in season 1 when he shuts down once the feds get too close.
He looks at her directly when he asks if they’re taking care of her, probably looking to judge her reaction because Beth isn’t exactly stellar when lying to Rio and catching her expression could tell him more about what’s going on than her words.
Then we have that brief moment of commiseration over “Quite a situation we got.” which I loved! There’s this sort of commonality between them, that they’re acknowledging that they are constantly at odds and rarely if ever on the same page.
We finally see Rio crack when he asks Beth what she’s going to do about cutting a deal because his life hinges on what she says. And he avoids looking at her, like he suddenly doesn’t want to know. Because Rio has put a lot of ammunition in Beth’s hands - enough to get the secret service interested in her as an asset in bringing him down. And she’s notoriously a survivalist, so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for her to take the deal. The last time she was backed into a corner, she ended up shooting him and I think Rio remembers that.
And then my favorite part: “If I have to make one more cookie, I will die.”
SO.
I absolutely love that Beth leans into the image Rio has of her. It affirms what he believes - that she can’t stand being a housewife. And she starts from the very beginning of the scene, telling him how much she hated carpool and making cookies and being the class parent. The entire scene she doubles down on just how much she can’t stand the life she had before she met him.
And then she drops that bombshell on him, basically saying if she cuts a deal with SS and is placed back into that box, she’s going to die. Rio turns to look at her, and then smiles like he’s known all along that she was meant for this life - his life. Beth lets him think that he’s right and actively feeds into it.
She is constantly saying she’s a mother and that she wants to be normal, repeating it obsessively, it seems (twice in this episode!) - so when she comes out and baldly admits that she can’t stand it, I think it surprises him that she’s finally owning her truth.
And she studies him when she hands him the envelope when she consciously avoided looking at him for almost the entire scene, trying to figure out if he was buying her story.
When Rio asks if she’s sure and she says it’s the only way to make it all go away - she’s not exactly telling the truth here, but she isn’t lying! With Fitzpatrick dead, Rio remains alive, which lets Beth cut a deal. So it does all go away - for her.
I think Rio smiles at that moment for a lot of reasons. One, it looks like she’s protecting the both of them. Get rid of the fed, they’re free to operate as they were. And two: this is the complete opposite of how things with Turner went. It’s a rotten egg, and Beth is finally taking care of it the way he’s been telling her since season 1. I mean, she’s isn’t directly getting her hands dirty, but she is okay with someone being killed to protect her/their interests when she hasn’t been in the past and has actively argued with him about it.
So again, I think Rio is sort of seduced in a way by believing Beth was becoming what he always saw in her. Between her admitting how much she hated her life until crime, to being more or less okay with killing someone if it means protecting them, Rio was falling hook, line, and sinker for whatever Beth was selling him because she was selling him his own idealized idea of her. I love when she takes preconceived ideas that people have of her and plays into it and sort of uses that against them.
And then we end with Rio touching her arm, which is exactly how he touched her in 1.08 when he explained the shutdown to her, and it had a lot of the same feel to it - like sort of telling her to hold tight for a bit.
But I think Rio pretty swiftly figured out that she wasn’t telling the truth when he crept up on Fitzpatrick (as much as the SS wants Rio, he’s much more valuable alive so it would make no sense for them to try and kill him - and I think Rio knows that), so I’m extremely interested in how he’s going to use that against her in the future.
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The Host, cogitations about ethics and morals.
The Host has always been my favourite book and the truth is that nobody understands why. They always say "How can it be your favourite book? You're 21 years old, study science and that book is a love novel for teenagers" (I think that is not reason enough not to be, but anyway) I have decided to explain here why, in my opinion, people underestimate this book.
When you have this book on your hands for the first time, on the back cover you can read that the book is about a love story. And that is right, but people are closed to the love of a romantic relationship for teenagers (which too) judging by the section of the bookstore from which they have taken this book and they read with that preconceived idea in their heads which, unfortunately, does not let them see the deep interior that this story has.
WARNING, SPOILERS.
I think the part of the book that we can learn the most from is (more or less) when Wanda decides to stop at Picacho Peak, since this point, it is a mere introduction. Melanie gets Wanda to reach a somewhat more objective point of view since she "forces" her to empathize with her situation. During the book cogitations are made on what good and evil implies and on what is good or bad that, although it defies logic, are not always linked.
The author exposes two realities, one is the society of souls, in which everyone is kind, empathetic and helps each other. We could say that they are doing good, right? In the same way, souls speak of an enemy, the Vultures. But would not the role of souls on earth be the same as that of Vultures on the first planets where souls settled after The Orgin? They say that their enemies were really bad with the inhabitants of these planets but they "fixed" it. On the other side are humans, who act violently against souls but, although the latter refuse to realize it, they behaved with humans like Vultures on other planets. I don't mean to say that the end justifies the means, but in this case, don't humans have the right to claim what is theirs? In this case, although violence is associated with evil, these people fight for the only thing left in the world, their lives and the lives of the people they love and that could be understood as something that is right. How do you get away from the reality that you have been taught to see and learn to be objective? It is something really difficult since each point of view supposes a different reality (yes, I think I'm more or less quoting Qui Gon Jinn), but I think that being objective means assuming the point of view that generates more benefits and less damage without take into account our personal situation. This book teaches us this very well.
Another point to discuss about the book is trust, how can we learn to trust the unknown? I don't want to say "trust an enemy" because I just don't see it that way. As Ian says, Wanda would be nothing more than a private under the misdeeds of her commander, she would not be explicitly the enemy, if not an unknown.
This world has taught us not to trust, (I personally don't usually trust anyone, I only trust three people and two of them are my parents, and if I don't trust them turn off and let's go*) but if someone shows us that their intentions are good in all its fullness, why does it still cost us so much? Doc exposes himself to us as someone with the ability to understand and make people understand and he acts with kindness as one would expect from a doctor [I must say that he is my favorite character in the book (yes, obviously Ian goes after him, Ian is lovely, let no one suffer) but, seriously, what were they thinking about in the casting of the movie? THAT'S NOT DOC, it should have been Jake Abel. Well, almost no character fits but we better not go there], he does not hesitate to distrust the medicines that Wanda takes to save Jamie. In this case, this lack of confidence may be due to pride, it hurts him as a doctor not to be able to heal someone he loves and that, instead, someone comes with a magic potion and heals him as if it were a miracle. But Doc deep down understands that Jamie's health is above anything else. However, what about the other characters? What about, for example, Sharon? (What was Doc doing with Sharon? Ehh, no, I mean, they don't even glue, sorry, Doc deserves someone better). Sharon, by not trusting Wanda mired in her stubbornness, was capable of letting her little cousin die. And she also left Doc, who was supposedly the love of her life, because he trusted in something that, to human eyes, was strange. It could also be about envy but I don't want to extend this too much since envy is something that we usually perceive easily without anyone having to show it. Finally I would like to highlight the case of Jared, it seems to me that it was the most difficult for him to trust and he was the one who did it with more strength and security. Maybe it was because he had nothing else left to hold on to but, if anything, he had faith in Wanda when it was more difficult for him to trust her (Jeb had a great judgment because of his age and, moreover, it was his niece's body, which did not interfere sentimentally, and Jamie played with the benefit of the innocence of children, for whom it is easier to trust and believe). He had to put his prejudices and feelings behind him to keep a cold head and act objectively and I think that's commendable.
We are also taught to forgive. Not only in the most obvious moment, when Kyle apologizes for trying to kill Wanda (Kyle, I must admit, is a character that seems somewhat comical to me, perhaps because, in a less violent way, he reminds me of close people. We all know a Kyle), I mean more hidden moments in the book. When Jamie approaches Wanda for the first time after she was released from her makeshift prison (the second time he has seen her in history), it is understood that he has forgiven her, he has forgiven her taking away her sister, the closest thing that he had to a mother. Although Wanda apologized later, by that time he had already forgiven her. Melanie, by allying with Wanda, makes it clear that she has been forgiven since her intentions were not really bad. In the same way, all the characters forgive through Wanda all the evils that souls have done to them. It is not easy to know how to forgive and even less in certain circumstances, but this book shows us that it is possible, but we must want to forgive.
Finally, The Host teaches us to love. Not the love that Wanda feels for Jared, in fact that is an example of the only meaning that today they usually give to love someone. Love implies sacrificing for another person, doing everything possible to make the other feel happy. She loves Melanie because she knows that she is a friend whom, after all they have lived together, she can trust. She loves Jamie because she knows that in the child there is only kindness and sincerity. She loves Doc because she knows he is a man of his word and that he would not harm anyone, not like many other people in this world. When Wanda saves Kyle from falling into the water, she does it, mainly because of her affection for Ian, she doesn't want him to suffer for losing his brother. I believe that to know how to love others you have to get rid of any desire for evil towards the other and learn to appreciate their virtues and defects, because each person is unique, otherwise we would be like the souls that, lacking defects, are identical and incapable of loving.
Ultimately, it seems to me that the book shows us Wanda as an allegory of the hidden virtues in each person that, perhaps out of fear, we are unable to show others. I hope you now understand why this is my favorite book. And these are things that are very difficult to find in other stories, so it seems to me that it has a very special value and that almost no one, unfortunately, is able to appreciate.
I'm sorry if there is any mistake or some quote or reference that may be wrong, I'm Spanish and I have read the book in my native language. Thank you for reading!
*Spanish expression that means there is nothing left to do
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