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likubears · 1 year
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Things ik from being in the Fairy Tail and NaLu fandom for 10 years 🙈💜
Whether you've been in the fandoms as long as i have or if you've recently picked up on FT. I want to share some details about the series and characters I've learned within the years I've been apart of the fandom, bc tbh it's fun to look back at some of this stuff! And just in case others didn't know about these things it'll be great to share them with everyone again 😊
I'll add on if i remember more! Mashima always did love to to share sm about FT within the volumes and in interviews.
Please feel free to add on to this post if you have anything you know about the characters or about the story that the rest of us might not know of! 🥰
DISCLAIMER THESE ARE LITERALLY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. IF I MAKE A MISTAKE PLZ CORRECT ME LOL
1.) Natsu has a specific tailor in town that makes specially tailored clothes for him that are fire proof. And this is bc he kept burning his clothes as a child and Makorav got tired of replacing his clothes all the time and found him this tailor. This makes sense as to why he mostly wears his work clothes all the time, why change clothes if he's just going to erupt into flames every few minutes lol! Also im sure his fire proof clothes are not cheap for him either. (Wish we had more details on this, and that Natsu would take Lucy to get fire proof clothes too!)
2.) Natsu and Lucy have always been the Princess and the Dragon! Early concept art shows Mashima always had a Princessy type of design for Lucy and a Draconic design for Natsu.
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3.) Lucy's daily foods are light mainly consisting of fruits! Especially for breakfasts.
4.) Lucy's favorite food is yogurt!
5.) Natsu goes without saying but, yes, he will eat anything. He wasn't raised a picky eater.
6.) Natsu's favorite food.. yes, its meat. SPICY CHARRED! (Kinda kidding..? Bc he dont care. Manz will eat it all 😭)
7.) The director for the first FT movie "The Phoenix Priests", decided he wanted Natsu to have romantic feelings for Lucy. Mashima just went w it 🤷‍♀️
8.) For FTs second movie "Dragon cry" Mashima was creating different designs for Lucy's Star-Dresses, Capricorn being the main one from the movie that had a totally different design than the Capricorn Star-Dress she currently has. (She so fkn bad 🙏💕 Need this dress for her fr)
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9.) Natsu and Happy may look like they don't care how they handle their savings, but there's actually a panel before they leave for their one year of training where they have a chest of jewels they've been saving!
10.) Official height for the characters have never been released, but Mashima did draw a sketch of the characters on how tall they are next to each other early on at the start of the series. Natsu seems to be taller than Lucy by a few inches. I love that Mashima added that little detail about Lucy wearing high sole shoes 🙈 (I couldn't find a good quality picture of the full art like the one i use to have but i had Natsu and Lucy's saved, of course!)
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11.) Mashima said Lucy's character was inspired by his idea as a teenager of his ideal dream girlfriend.
12.) Mashima was inspired by The Beatles songs for character names (and what just looks to be the Heartfilias!) Lucy's name "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" Jude's name "Hey Jude" (One of his favrt songs) Anna's name "Anna (go to him)" For Layla's name it was also inspired by a song "Layla" by Eric clapton, who knew one of the lead guitarist in The Beatles.
13.) Natsu's character mostly his personality was inspired by a teenage Mashima. He's said in an interview "I was a trouble maker in school." and apparently also got in lots of fights as a teen especially while defending his friends.
14.) Mashima's teenage self also inspired Gray's characters personality too. He was more like Gray's character when he was alone, makes sense.
15.) Unfortunately, Mashima didn't grow up w a father, which is why he says he acted up in school, and cared for his friends sm. This prompted him to write Natsu and Gray without their fathers too.
16.) Mashima is married to his wife, and has a daughter. When asked in an interview what was something he wished he could take back in his career he said "Working so much. I wish i could've spent more time with my daughter." 🥺
17.) Mashima says he's never had a pet but his favorite animals are cats. I think he's also said, that he loves them, but ironically enough he's allergic to them..
18.) Plue is Mashimas favorite character and mascot.
19.) Mirajane's name was inspired by a friend's username he chatted w online when he was younger apparently it was a play on the word Marijuana/Maryjane lol!
20.) In the manga there's a Sorcerer Weekly page interviewing Lucy where she was asked, if she was an animal which one would she be? Lucy said she'd be a bunny! 💙
21.) In Volume 1 of Monthly FT Magazine "Who is Lucy Heartfilia's 'Fantasy Boyfriend'" Natsu was ranked 1st place! Credit to @thefairystales, @melllllly, @ajerzaaddict for the translation!
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22.) Also in Volume 1 of Monthly FT Magazine Happy's relationship with Lucy; other than Natsu "Happy is more emotionaly attached to Lucy" (Like father like son lol!)
23.) Lucy's favorite colors are blue and pink! 💘
24.) Celestial Wizards can change the appearance of their Celestial Spirits to their liking! Remember Virgo was in contract with Everlu and he had her be a huge monster person? 😂 And she changed when she became Lucy's spirit. Well there's a drawing by Mashima of Plue in a different form from Rave Master and he looks like a wolf-dog monster, but still rlly cool! So if Plue was in contract with a different wizard he could take that form if they liked. Lucy chooses to see Plue as an innocent little dog though 💕
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25.) Todd Haberkorn (Natsu's ENG dub VA) Is a HUGE NaLu stan!
26.) Cherami Leigh (Lucy's ENG dub VA) Was asked once what she thought of Natsu and Lucy's relationship and if she liked them together. She said she saw them as good friends and partners, but she liked Lisanna with Natsu better. I think she did receive hate for this.. but retracted her statement once the story and NaLu's relationship progressed. Im pretty sure lot of us thought the same way once though, and i don't think she even kept up with the anime! She just answered a question.. So i don't understand why they'd stoop so low 🤨 The NaLu's used to be toxic.. I apologize on their behalf miss Cherami not all of us like that! 😣
27.) Aya Hirano (Lucy's JP VA) And Tetsuya Kakihara (Natsu's JP VA) Were once J-pop idols! Their singing is beautiful 🥰 A song i recommend from each of them is "God Knows" by Aya Hirano from the anime "The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya" And "Call my Name" by Tetsuya Kakihara 💞
28.) There's a song by Tetsuya Kakihara and Rie Kugimiya (Happy's JP VA) That they both sing together as Natsu and Happy called "Itsumo Zenkaida" It's adorable!
29.) I wasn't gonna add this just yet, but since im mentioning the JP VA's omg! Aya Hirano played Isabella from Encarto in the JP dub and it's extremely hard not to picture Lucy talking and singing 🤣 Aya sounds wonderful! 💜
30.) Nasha's name means "sweet scent" and "Little fledgling" SOBBING SFM RN 🥲💖
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willowistic22 · 1 year
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Hi hello can I request a rant about ikeshot 👀 Anything you want like headcanons and stuff I'm begging pls I'm so starved for ikeshot content you're literally the only person here talking about them
Ikeshot. Let’s talk abt them.
Since you didn’t really specify what topic you want me to go over abt them i’ll just give you my general thoughts in regards to them and just specific general details i like to consistently characterize them when thinking of au’s and such.
Firstly abt Hotshot. He’s Korean-American in my opinion. There wasn’t really any specific actor that inspired this hc (not even the korean newsies cast, i don’t really know that cast that well) but i feel it fits him perfectly. He was born in Korea to Korean parents and then moved to the states for both canon and modern era (i hv no clue if there were any Korean immigrants in New York in the time where newsies take place and no i hv no interest in finding out whether that’s historically accurate<3). I like to think he’s the youngest. He has 12 older sisters. Idk it just feels fitting to me. His actual name is Park Ryung-Gu and i’m following the usual Korean naming rule so Park is his family name and his given name is Ryung-Gu (idk how to explain how to properly pronounce it other than like saying ‘young’ but with an R at the front followed by ‘goo’. Also i’m not very adversed with Korean naming and culture in general so there might be a few errors i make despite alr doing some light research. Srsly i ended up watching a kdrama compilation just to find out how to pronounce that name If anyone reading this can correct me then feel free to drop an ask).
Seeing that he had lived his majority of his childhood in the states, he’s considered the most fluent english speaker in his family. He likes helping his mother cook especially when she’s making kimchi. Man loves kimchi and can live off of eating that one single dish for his entire lifetime. He likes tiny hamsters but also big dogs. He actually likes a lot of k pop but can’t dance to save his life. Also one of his fav k pop boy band back when he was younger made him question his sexuality. His main sport is basketball but he come from swimming parents so it’s important that he knows how to swim well, thus he was able to reach the six foot mark by the time he reaches sophomore high school and ended up growing to 6’6. He’s good friends with Spot and Albert (i hc albert moving to Brooklyn at around age 10 before moving back to Manhattan for middle school so). He’s usually the more reserved calm and collected friend and dare I say the tired friend. Not to be confused as the mom friend bcs that’s Spot. Anyways. In some au’s Hotshot to me is a pharmacist or a beauty chemist. Whatever it is, he majored in a chemistry field for college bcs he’s best at chem class back in high school. It just clicks to him for some reason compared to other subjects like biology or economics.
Ok now for Ike. He’s younger than Mike by like 13 minites and Mike holds that over him bcs older brother duty™️. However Ike is taller than Mikd by like 1.5 inches which he holds over him bcs younger brother duty™️. Pretty sure it’s alr widely known that their names are Michael and Issac so yeah i stand by that fanon but i personally think their last name is Alvarez. In some au’s i hc them hving a little sister a year younger than them while other times i don’t. They are Cuban-American. Their parents along with their siblings are Cuban immigrants and gave birth to the twins in America. Ike is autistic while Mike is neurotypical. Throughout his childhood, Ike struggles a lot with sound and touch and regulating his emotions in general but he was mostly non verbal in his earlier years. The only other person he talked to back then was Mike up until like when he’s 8 or so was when he started getting better at his speech. Their mother in short isn’t the best person to be a mother. Safe to say it was for the best that their parents divorced when they were ten.
Ike was considerably the more reserved one between him and Mike but that doesn’t mean he’s not considered a troublemaker bcs in reality he still is. Despite still being able to joke around, he’s quite uptight. When he’s trying to regulate his anger he usually turns to boxing which is smth his father taught him back when he found out the twins were being bullied in elementary school. It serves as a great sport but also a great outlet to let out his anger. He’d punch a punching bag or ask Mike to spar with him. He’d dare to say that without boxing he might still not know how to regulate his anger in his adult years. However he’d say his main sport was soccer since that’s what he played in school teams. That does turn Ike to be a bit feisty, especially when he’s being disrespected. He doesn’t always go for the first punch, only as an act of self defense. Anyways, i hc him majoring in some sort of engineering field. Like he’d get a phd to research environmental engineering (renewable energy and all that stuff). He loves to learn actually and has an interest in technology + environment. He also loves cats. He has a brown cat named bear.
Now how did they ended up together you may ask? They met as a friend of a friend of a friend. Sorta. So while obtaining their bachelors degree, Ike has had bad luck with relationships. All the guys he’s ever liked are… terrible to say the least. He swears off dating until he gets his bachelors. Around his senior year, his good friend racetrack higgins just so happen to have a boyfriend from brooklyn named Spot who was also good friends with Race’s best friends and also Ike’s good friend named Albert. Spot and Albert also had a friend named Hotshot. One night when they were all going out to celebrate them nearly graduating, Ike and Hotshot met for the first time. Ike wld be lying if he said he didn’t find Hotshot to be attractive and Hotshot can’t deny he thought Ike was cute. However nothing happened and they only ever met every now and them in a big friend group setting. And ike was true to himself when he says he’ll put a hold on dating until he gets his bachelors (talk abt academic validation lolz definitely not self projecting here) in the middle of them obtaining their master’s degree, things start to escalate between them. They actually started seeing each other on their own and hv a fun time. When they finally gotten around to a confession (after being pushed by their friends to do it ofc) they started going out and took things slow to see where this was heading. As it turns out, they were a perfect match and ended up becoming more confident and srs with each other.
Hotshot and Ike are both reserved in their nature. Mostly calm and collected but can last in a fight if provoked. They’re not the most sociable person and it takes awhile for them to come out of their shell. So meeting and being comfortable with each other was great. Ike likes that despite the strength Hotshot displays, he is still kind and gentle to others. He’s very caring and sensitive. He gives Ike a sense of peace and security. He also gives the best hugs. Hotshot adores Ike for how careful he is at everything and how supportive he is. Ike is loyal and kinder than he lets himself believe. Ike always tries to better bcs he never really thought he was very great at displaying his affection when really Hotshot feels plenty loved by him. He loves how smart he is and how fun he can be when he’s comfortable but will also defend him till the end when he’s being wronged. He gives Hotshot a sense of comfort and warmth. He’s also feisty which is smth Hotshot finds to be quite cute in an affectionate way.
Ya so uhh… this was kinda messy but i appreciate the ask dude. Hope you like it:)
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I must be real good at avoiding Z hate from Tom stans, because I see waaay more hate aimed at Tom from her stans and antis. It’s always the same stuff: she could do better. how did he get her? he’s not good enough … And that’s not even getting into comments about their sexualities and their relationship behind closed doors. Majority of the time it’s appearance based bc that’s really all they can take jabs at bc Tom is way too successful for them to pick on anything else. I think it’s telling enough that some of her stans say even tho they don’t like JE, Z looked better with him than Tom. Same with Timmy, and probably same with any and every future co-star who is taller than her. The only thing they have over Tom is a few inches in height. Nothing more. So tell me you’re shallow without telling me you’re shallow. Z’s stans put her on an unreachable pedestal and it seems no one is good enough. Tom by any other standards would be perfect, expect when it comes to Z, at least according to her stans and shallow antis. I like Z and love her for Tom because you can see she makes him happy, but it’s frustrating to see the hate Tom gets simply for being with the person he loves. Twitter, especially, is a shit hole and I hope Tom never returns. Heck, with its new owner, I’ll probably never return either.
Yep
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imsoantianti · 2 years
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Journal entries from a stuck up brat
Wow shits fucked
August 6th 2022
Entry 4-
Today I realized a very important things. Let’s start with the first one, I need to start having private therapy sessions with my therapist about my inferiority complex. Today my older sister, my twin and I went shopping for back to school shoes. My twin decided she wanted the star hike converse which I personally had told her months ago that I wanted them for this school year. But she wanted them too and I didn’t want to match. The thing about my twin is that she doesn’t care when I get upset about these things . Twins are always stereotypically matching stuff anyways I didn’t want to give into that. So I decided to be the bigger person when it came to it I mean it’s just shoes right? Wrong. These shoes make u about 2 inches taller. My twin and I are know for being very short under 5fr these shoes would make her 5ft. It upset me that she is going to be taller than me this school year bc I’ve always been used to us being the same hieght . A few hours past and I realized I didn’t like it because I knew people would like her more if she was taller. All of my life people have always wanted her on school pe teams, math project partners, and just having her as a companion while going shopping but me, I had to style for being 2nd choice. I always thought it was because of my looks . Generally I am the thicker version of my twin of you know what I mean. She’s slim I’m a bit fatter. My face is round, and the short hair I use to want looked bad on me but now a short haircut looks good on her. I could never figure w out why I was always looking bad. And I always blamed it on my physical features. Next ur school of course she has always had a higher gpa . She’s better at math at English while I am just average at those grades. I’ve always been average. I can never be good enough at school. I don’t know what’s wrong. I try and try at my grades but nothing works. And I’m not even going to talk about 8th grade graduation that was a shit show.bottom line things don’t look good on me bc of my bigger thighs and I don’t have a high enough gpa. I don’t know what’s wrong but whatever it is I have to fix t it. I’m so done with 2nd place.
The second thing is that I apparently “don’t give myself enough credit”. This is a direct quote from my tutor . We were working on polynomials which I wouldn’t even be doing if I got into geometry but fuck math. And my tutor gave me a 3 minute talk about how I’m good enough how I , in realtors do a lot more than I think. I never thought of it that way but ok. When people give me these talks I don’t know what to say. It’s awkward. And it makes it even worse that ever since my older sister told me that people can tell that I don’t like myself and how people think it’s a pathetic trait it made me feel hyper aware about showing that feature of mine. I don’t want people to think I’m pathetic. I don’t want people to think I’m fat or dumb. Especially dumb. I’ve always had problems about my intelligence but my dad and older sister never fail to make it worse . Fuck everything I’m done . I need a little miracle if I’m going to hang on
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ourbastardofsorrows · 2 years
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thinking about that time i got too into singing “helena” in the shower, headbanged directly into the wall, and stumbled out with blood dripping down my face (to my sister’s horror)
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over-under-through1 · 3 years
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Have any more headcanons for Robin, Mike, Robike(Them together), Miblo and Buttercup?
i’ll try to get a few of these down ><
Robin, Mike, and Robike gen headcannons:
Robin is deathly allergic to shell fish. she found this out okay her and mikes 2nd date, where he took her out for sushi, she got a tempura shrimp roll, and 10 minutes later had to be rolled out in an ambulance. never again. (don’t ask how she had never eaten it before)
in solidarity to her shell fish allergy, mike refuses to eat any kind of shell fish as well. call him a romantic.
mike is a HORRID singer. boy sounds like a car’s rev engine. it’s bad.
this fact does not stop him from tearing it up on karaoke night at the Utonium household
he is also a hopeless dancer. white boy dance moves for days. some of his favorites include: the lawmower, the sprinkler (basically any dance that’s named after backyard machinery), the running man, and worst of all, flossing
once again, this does not stop him from trying. “BABE!! BAE!! HUN!! LOVE!! LOOK AT ME GO!! COME OVER HERE LETS DANCE TOGETHER!!” *cue groaning and hiding behind Buttercup on Robins behalf as Buttercup laughs her ass off with Butch and records*
don’t get between Robin and her ice cream sandwiches. my girl turns into a banshee the second she spots one.
Mike cannot swallow pills. he has tried so, so hard, but year after year he ends up gagging and crushes them up to drink down with water. poor guy, don’t even bring advil liquigels into his line of vision
Mitch, Pablo, and Miblo gen headcannons:
when Mitch first saw Pablo walk into his 10th grade homeroom, he gay panicked, blue screened, mumbled at Buttercup “pretty… boy…” then zombie walked past her, the teacher, Pablo himself (who noticed and was immediately enamored with Mitch), out the room, past the vice principal, then trudged 4 miles home in a daze with Buttercup flying behind him shouting. he woke up an hour later with no recollection of any of this
Buttercup still makes fun of him to this day for the incident. she tells the story in her toast as best woman at the Miblo wedding
Pablo is a giant. he is a good 7 inches taller than Mitch (as stated in my height headcannons post). Mitch makes Pablo carry him around practically everywhere and Pablo ALWAYS hits his head when he walks into Mitch’s trailer. always. every single time. it doesn’t matter that he’s come over hundreds of times, or that he tells himself beforehand each time “Pablo, you will not, under any circumstances, hit your head on the door frame this time. Mitch will not make fun of you because it will not happen.” it still happens. it’s not preventable.
it doesn’t even matter that even people TALLER than Pablo (cough Boomer cough) can enter Mitch’s trailer without hitting their head. Pablo keeps a cool head most of the time, but he has broken and threatened the door many times in the past.
Mitch is a mini space heater and Pablo is the coldest man alive. many-a-cuddling sessions happen in winter (and though Pablo won’t admit it, fall too. and spring.)
Mitch is friends with basically everyone at their school, he’s very extroverted and good at making conversation with people, he tries making friends with at least one new person a day
so, so many people ask Pablo if he’s on the volleyball or basketball team. they are very, very wrong, my boy is the editor of the school paper and he could not be prouder of his position. FANTASTIC writer, and when you have an in with the schools very own superheroes, there’s nothing really stopping you from climbing your way to the top
Mitch was highkey terrified of Butch when Buttercup first introduced him, but now there is literally nothing that Butch could do to make Mitch feel intimidated. if Butch even tried, Mitch would be right on his ass making fun of him for it
gen Buttercup headcannons (tw: mentions of panic attacks):
still has a fear of spiders, but instead of screaming over them and flying away, she gets a very dark look in her eyes and will not hesitate to destroy the house in order to kill the vermin. her sisters and all of her friends have to constantly be aware of any 8 legged bugs around them so they can keep it out of BC’s sights, if only to preserve the land within a 5 mile radius around them
has been begging Prof.Utonium to let her get a lizard for the past 4 years. she had one for a week but her dad found it and immediately set it free
her ears are the most sensitive of the groups, they all have supersonic senses, but BC’s are especially heightened, possibly due to her lack of “special powers” (total fucking bullshit btw, fuck you ppg writers for treating BC like shit)
i think?? i’ve mentioned her ability to see in the future before here?? that’s because of the her senses. no one ask me about the science behind it, just go with it, okay? super eye sight= glimpses into the future
this ability has saved many of her teammates from colossal damage before, but (angst warning), because she’s had to see those images in her mind to be able to warn them about it, it’s left lasting trauma on her and has made her very protective of her friends and family. do not fuck with anyone that BC is close with, she will mess you up for it
one particular prediction she got showed Butch in a very��� gruesome situation. i don’t want to go into detail, but it fucked her up for a bit, and there was about a week where Buttercup couldn’t/wouldn’t leave Butch’s side in fear of what could happen to him
she still sometimes gets flashes of that memory and it’s caused a couple panic attacks. when she found out, Blossom taught her some breathing exercises to help her through it if one comes on
THAT GOT SAD IM SO SORRY I FULLY INTENDED FOR THAT HEADCANNON TO JUST BE ABOUT BC HAVING A SPECIAL POWER AND IT DIVERGED INTO THAT
okay one SWEET headcannon for the road. Buttercup really values quality time with her loved ones, and though she doesn’t admit it often, everytime the team + the norms have their little hang out sessions, she sees it as a time for her to chill, and it’s those times that she feels her happiest and like she can genuinely be herself without judgement from classmates or the press
thank you for the ask!! i got a random burst of inspiration that i haven’t felt in a bit when this was sent in, i appreciate you for that :))
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Prompt: You have always had a problem with self image. To you, there would always be someone prettier, someone funnier, someone more worthy of love, but to Fred, you are the most amazing person in the world, and he’s determined to make you see that.
A/N: I’M GOING THROUGH IT CAN YOU TELL??? Anyway, I really just wanted to feel loved, so I wrote Fred being amazing and stuff, so yeah! Also, Yule ball bc I fucking love writing it, its so cute and fun.
Warnings: Kind of angsty but ends fluffy, Swearing, so many commas, Fred being *soft*. SELF DEPRICATION!!! I truly believe everyone reading this is absolutely beautiful and kind and amazing in their own unique way, this is just how I be feeling sometimes.
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You walked down the hallway, holding your books close to your chest and trying not to bump into anyone. You were headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, just wanting the day to be over.
For the past few weeks, all you could feel was dread. The Yule ball was coming up, and while a night full of dancing and music and having fun sounded amazing, you also knew you weren't going to be asked to go.
Now, you only had a week until the ball, and you were planning on how you were going to spend the night, probably reading, and talking with your owl, seeing nobody would be around.
You didn’t know what you were doing wrong. You felt like no matter how many times you tried to be funny or open, you were always met with a closed door. No matter how much effort you put into your appearance, you ended up looking the same, or worse. No matter how much you studied, you were always a little more behind than you wanted to be. No matter what you did, someone was doing it better.
Of course nobody saw you that way, and especially not Fred Weasley. You had become good friends with the Weasley twins your first day at Hogwarts. You were all in the same year, and got along quite well, seeing the three of you all had a bit of a mischievous streak. But Fred noticed that over the years, you seemed less like yourself. You were more introverted, you didn’t laugh as openly as you used to, you didn’t smile as much, and it broke his heart.
Fred had developed a crush on you around 5th year. He loved everything about you, how your laugh was louder than others, how your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how you were kind and open to everyone you met, how you were able to make him laugh, but also take him seriously when he was hurting. Of course George started to notice, and would tease him constantly.
“Just ask her out!” George would say, which would just make the older red head smile but shake his head.
“If she said no it would ruin our friendship, I don’t want to lose her” Fred would say, wishing situations would be different.
However, Fred was now watching you as you sped walked down the hallway to the common room. He could tell something was off, so he shouldered George, signaling that he was going to break off for a bit, before following you into the common room.
You quickly muttered the password and went inside. The common room was empty, which was a huge plus for you, not wanting to be social for the rest of the day. You took no time plopping your things down before laying back on one of the couches. Maybe now you could get some reading done in peace and not have to think about-
“Hey, are you ok?” Fred asked. you hadn’t heard him walk in and the sound of his voice made you jump.
“Oh! Fred, uh yeah, yeah I’m fine why?” You asked, heart beating quickly but not because of the recent scare.
You had also been crushing on the Older Weasley twin for a while. You loved how he always wanted to make you smile, even on the days you thought nothing could make you feel better. He introduced you to his family, who you love dearly, and also made you feel somewhat appreciated. Like you knew that he wanted you around. Of course you would never tell him your feelings, too afraid that he would reject you, and ruin your friendship.
“Well, I saw you walking in here and I thought you looked a little overwhelmed, so I wanted to see if there was anything I could do?” Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Really its nothing, my brain is just somewhere else today I guess” You said, trying to move past the topic.
“Well I’m all ears if you want to talk” He said, coming over and sitting across from you on the same couch you were currently resting on. 
There was a part of you that didn’t want to bother him. That he would surely be uninterested in any personal problems you may be having. But then there was another part of you who knew him as your oldest friend. As the person who has been by your side through everything, and suddenly before you could stop yourself, the words were tumbling out of your mouth.
“Its stupid, but I’m just bummed out that I’m not going to the Yule ball” You said, causing Fred's eyes to widen a bit but you didn’t notice, too busy looking down at your hands.
“Why aren't you going?” Fred asked
“Well I was thinking of just going with some friends, but most of my friends already have dates and going alone would look lame as fuck. So I think I would rather just stay in and read or something” You said, shrugging a bit.
“Well I don't have a date” Fred said, taking you both by surprise.
“You don't?” You asked, genuinely surprised he hadn’t asked someone, or at least been asked by some other girls who you knew where fawning over him. In reality, Fred was thinking about how he would ask you, and whether or not you already had a date.
“Nope, so if you want we can go together so you we don’t have to suffer alone all night” Fred said, adding some humor to the conversation. You smiled at him, before thinking it over. 
“He’s only asking you as a friend” You thought to yourself.
“Sure! God knows what kind of trouble you would get into having to spend a whole night alone” You said, causing the both of you to laugh a bit.
“Great, so I’ll see you there?” He asked, to which you nodded your head.
“I’ll be there” You said smiling, before Fred rose to rejoin George, and tell him about the best thing that has happened to him all year.
The rest of the week went by in a flash. You and Fred were each to busy with either school or quidditch practice to really talk to each other, and you barely had time to go out and find a dress, but finally, the Yule ball was here, and you were freaking out.
“What the fuck am I doing?” You practically yelled to Angelina, who was sitting on her bed watching and you paced back and forward in your dress.
“You’re going on a date with the guy you’ve had a crush on since first year. What's the problem?” Angelina asked
“It wasn’t since first year!” You defended, before adding “And the problem is that I’m probably in love with him, and he probably thinks were only going together as friends, and I’m going to have to see him, and talk to him, and dance with him for HOURS while trying not to look like an idiot!”
“Y/n, I promise you wont look like an idiot, you look hot as hell” She said. You sent a look her way, causing her to laugh. “I’m being serious! this dress looks amazing on you, your hair is perfect, and I did your makeup so you know it could be better if you tried, you’re going to be great, so shut up and get your shoes on they’re waiting for us” 
“Fine you said, finally stopping your pacing and taking a deep breath. What's the worst that could happen? A lot, but still, try and think positive.
Fred was standing at the bottom of the grand staircase waiting for you and Angelina to come down, Angelina being Georges date. Fred however couldn’t stop fiddling with the cuff of his jacket, which was starting to annoy George.
“Mate seriously, just chill out I’m sure everything's fine” George said, trying to somewhat relive his brothers anxiety.
“I know, I know, but what if she changed her mind, or-” Fred started, about to go off on a rant before being stopped when a sharp elbow jabbed him in the ribs. Fred was about to go off on George for the stab, but before he could he followed his eyes to the staircase, on which you and Angelina were currently walking down.
You looked amazing. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your dress coming down to your ankles and the color complimenting your skin tone. You were wearing heels, which only made you slightly taller but still, it was a few more inches that allowed you and Fred to almost be face to face. He was absolutely gobsmacked.
You were walking down the stairs, desperately trying not to trip with these shoes which you were not used to wearing and taking in the sight of Fred. He was wearing a dashing suit, and you could tell he had done his hair a bit, but besides that he was still Fred, the same Fred that made you laugh and made you feel wanted. The same Fred you fell in love with.
You finally reached the bottom of the stairs and came face to face with Fred, who still hasn’t said a word, the mere sight of you making his brain short circuit.
“Wow that bad?” You asked jokingly, but deep down you were a little worried about his lack of a reaction.
“What? No! No, you look amazing!” Fred said quickly, causing you to smile and blush a bit.
“Why thank you, you don't look to bad yourself” You said, and Fred couldn’t help but smile back.
“Shall we?” He asked, sticking out his left arm which you accepted.
“We shall” You said, causing the both of you to laugh before walking into the ball room.
The night was everything you expected and more. There was dancing and amazing music, and every once in a while you and Fred would just take a break and talk.
You were laughing with Fred about  new prank idea when something caught your eye. There where two girls on the opposite side of the room, looking at the two of you and whispering to each other. Immediately your anxiety got the better of you, and all confidence you had gained during the ball now seemed to disappear.
“Would you excuse me for a second?” You asked, causing Fred’s eyes to furrow before he nodded, allowing you to pass him and walk out of the ball room. Fred watched as you left, before turning and making eye contact with George, who then made a hand motion at him to go follow you. So without thinking, he took off and tried to find where you went.
You were now standing outside, your elbows resting on a stone wall as you looked over the grounds, letting the cool autumn air wash over your skin and calm your nerves. You tried to relax but your mind couldn’t help but wander. This was stupid, you shouldn’t have come, you should have just stayed in your room and-
“Hey, are you ok?” Fred asked walking towards you, again causing you to jump a bit
“Hey Fred, yeah I’m ok I just wanted to get some air. You can go back if you want I wont mind” You said, trying to calm your breathing.
“Well I’m not going back without my date” Fred said goofily, coming to stand next to you and rest him arms by yours, but you didn’t laugh, just shook your head.
“You don’t have to call me your date Fred, I know you only asked me as a friend, so you don’t have to call this something its not” You said.
“What?” Fred asked, genuinely confused as to what you were talking about.
“Come on Fred, I know you only asked me because you felt bad. You didn’t have to waste your night on me I’m sure there are plenty of other girls you would have rather gone with” You said, still not looking at him.
“Why would I want to go with anyone else Y/n? You’re my best friend” Fred said, trying to make his feelings clear without actually having to say them just in case things didn’t go in the direction he wanted.
“Exactly, I’m your friend. You’ll only ever see me as a friend. You should be here with someone you like, someone you care about, someone who makes you happy and who you want to dance with and who you want to spend your time with” You said
“I already think all of that when I’m with you” Fred said, still not quite sure what you were saying.
“No you don't, not romantically. You could have asked any girl you wanted to come to the ball with you. Girls who are much prettier and funnier and more outgoing than me. Someone who you don’t have to ask out because you feel bad, but someone who you actually want to be with” you said, quickly wiping some tears that were threatening to fall.
Suddenly all the pieces came together for Fred. Why you had been so distant as of late, why you hadn’t been being yourself, why you seemed so low all the time. It was because at some point along the way, you developed an image of yourself that you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or funny enough. An image that wasn’t true, and to Fred, you were all of those things and more.
“Y/n, please look at me” Fred said, causing you to let out a breath before finally meeting his eye.
Your eyes shone from your recent tears, making them that much brighter, the moonlight danced off your skin and made your face seem to glow. Fred saw you, and saw the person he loved, and the person he needed to show was everything he would ever want. He took a deep breath, before bringing his hands up to cup your face and closing the space between you two, connecting his lips to yours.
You took a second to respond, mostly because you were in your head thinking ‘what the fuck, is this actually happening?!’ but then you took no time to melt into his touch, moving to hold his arms. After a while, you both finally pulled away, Fred looking into your eyes and smiling.
“Y/N, you are the funniest, most beautiful, most kind person I have ever known. I knew when I met you on our first day, I knew when I fell for you in fifth year, and I knew when I asked you to the ball last week. There is no one here I would rather be with than you” Fred said, causing tears to well in your eyes but this time in happiness.
“You had a crush for me in fifth year?” You asked, making both you and Fred laugh.
“Yes, and for some reason I still do, but hey if you don’t feel the same way I can just-” Fred started but you cut him off, grabbing his suit coat and bringing his lips down to meet yours again.
“I like you too” you said, quickly breaking the kiss to speak, “since sixth year”
“So, technically speaking you could say that I like you more than” Fred said, making you roll your eyes.
“Don’t ruin the moment” You joked, causing the two of you to laugh before re connecting your lips again.
The Yule ball was absolutely better than you could have ever expected.
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Exes - John B Routledge
Request: heyyy!! Can you write a John b fic like about the fall with ur prompt “here, take my sweater.“?? Maybe him and the reader are like best friends but don’t admit they really like each other and the readers ex bf or something shows up to the party and John b gets all protective and it’s chilly bc it’s autumn?? Or whatever u think lol im just such a sucker for the fall weather and I love ur writing!
A/N: Sorry I took so long with this! 
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John B slipped off his red hoodie, handing it off to you as you stepped closer to the bonfire, trying to warm yourself a little more. The tube top was cute but not warm and so far it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing to aid you in catching John B’s attention. Aside from alerting him that you were cold.  
“Here, take my sweatshirt,” John B said, pushing the hoodie into your hands. You slipped your arms through the still warm sweatshirt, gripping the ends in your hands as you zipped in up. He knew it sounded bad, even in his head, but he’d held off giving you his sweatshirt just because you looked so beautiful and he didn’t want to obscure that. Though watching you tuck yourself into his hoodie was pretty appealing too. It wasn’t the first time that you’d borrowed his clothes, more often then not when you went out on the boat together you would grab whatever Hawaiian shirt he’d discarded to swim and wear it. There was something especially enticing about you laying out on the HMS with his shirt on and he felt the same way now as you smiled at him, wearing his hoodie. It was a little possessive, if he was being honest.  
“Thanks,” you finally said, looking at out at the other people around the yard, “trust me to think it’s warmer than it is.”  
“We could go inside?” He offered, everyone had stayed outside for the most part and sneaking off inside the Chateau with you sounded perfect right about now.  
“You don’t mind?” You asked, the thought of getting John B alone immediately appealing. You were on cloud nine as it was, not having to share his attention with a bunch of other people like you usually did. John B had gravitated toward you when you got there and he seemed determined to stay, which was fine with you.  
He shook his head, “no. Party’s kinda lame tonight anyway.”  
You lead the way toward the front door of the Chateau, not a long walk from the bonfire that JJ had made earlier but one that removed the two of you from the cloak of the tree you’d been standing nearby. Out in the open, more people could see you, particularly your ex-boyfriend, who had shown up at John B’s house party for no other reason than knowing you would be there. You were wherever John B was, an argument that had defined a decent chunk of your relationship with your ex and was the main reason that the two of you broke it off.  
“Hey!”  
John B turned first, his hand immediately coming up to your back, pressing against his hoodie as you looked back toward the sound of someone calling your name. You were standing on the first step into John B’s porch, a few inches taller than him because he was still on the ground, and you recognized your ex walking toward the two of you.  
“Matt, hey.” To say there was bad blood between the two of you was an understatement. He had stayed away for the most part but every time you’d seen him out since the two of you broke up he had been an asshole. Kiara had yelled at him just last week when he called you a bitch in the parking lot of the Wreck. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a party, pretty sure anyone on the cut was invited.” Matt replied, glancing at John B for a moment before looking back at you.  
“Yeah well, it’s on my yard.” John B said, “and I definitely don’t want you here.”
“I’m sure you don’t.”  
“Is there something you wanted Matt?” You huffed, impatient. He had been fine in the beginning but now he was just an asshole whenever he got the chance.
“Just wanted to talk, should’ve known John B would be hanging around you like a lap dog.” Matt replied, glaring at your best friend. “You must be the most patient guy there is man, you just waiting for her while she puts out for everyone else huh?”
“What did you just say?” John B’s hand dropped from your back as he stepped closer to Matt. He was an inch or two taller than your ex-boyfriend and when he squared his shoulders and stood up straight, he seemed even taller and more intimidating.  
“JB,” you muttered, “let's just go inside.”
“Yeah JB,” Matt replied, “go ahead inside, maybe she’ll finally let you have a p-” he cut off mid-sentence when John B punched him directly in the face, right between his eyes.
You covered your mouth with your hands, eyes wide as Matt stumbled backward. John B looked like he was seconds from absolutely losing it. He was breathing heavy and staring at Matt, waiting for any sort of retaliation a little too eagerly. You grabbed John B’s arm just above the handkerchief on his wrist.  
“John B.” You repeated his name, catching his attention this time. Matt was just standing there, holding his bleeding nose, too shocked to do anything else. He had expected to piss John B off but not enough that he’d end up with a bloody nose. John B relaxed slightly, enough that he let you pull him inside the house, shutting the door behind you and dragging him to his bedroom. At least there you were guaranteed alone time.  
“That guy just...” John B groaned, raking his hands through his hair and pacing the small space on his bedroom. You stepped out of his way, unsure what to do. “God, I can’t fucking stand him!”  
“He’s just pissed about the breakup, he’ll get over it.” You reassured. The last thing you wanted was to spend anymore time on the subject of Matt. He was an asshole that didn’t deserve your attention and you didn’t want John B giving him any either.  
“He’s the one who fucking broke up with you!”  
John B had been there the night of the breakup, you’d come to the Chateau to tell him and somehow imagined some rom-com confession scene playing out but all he did was tell you he was sorry and that Matt was an ass. There was no long dreamt of kiss or declaration of love, just John B trying to be a good friend and not even realizing he was the reason you and Matt had broken it off in the first place.  
“Yeah well, I didn’t give him much of a choice,” you admitted.  
“What do you mean?” John B asked.  
You’d given a fairly basic explanation of the breakup last time. You didn’t divulge any details about what was said or why Matt thought the almost one year relationship the two of you were in needed to come to a screeching halt. And yeah, he was an aggressive asshole since the breakup and you knew he was still pissed that it had played out the way it did but you also knew you weren’t entirely innocent in the matter.  
“He broke up with me because he didn’t like how close we were.” You replied, taking a seat on John B’s bed. “He told me he thought I had feelings for you.”
“Why would he think that?”  
“Because he heard me tell Kiara that I did.” You’d been at a kegger on the beach when John B was flirting with some random touron and you told Kie, a little too tipsy to filter yourself, that you thought dating Matt would erase the feelings you had for John B but they didn’t.  
John B stopped pacing, standing there staring at you, wearing his sweatshirt, sitting on his bed, telling him that you had feelings for him. “You…what?”  
“I like you…I didn’t think you were interested and Matt asked me out so I said yes and it was okay but I always liked you and he knew it.” You replied.  
“Why didn’t you tell me?” John B asked, “I mean this whole time…this whole time I liked you and I didn’t think…I thought you were with Matt and happy and I didn’t wanna fuck that up for you.”  
“Guess we were both kinda stupid.” You admitted.  
“Yeah,” he nodded, head still processing the information, “yeah but not anymore.”  
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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: Two Days and One Night
FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Fukurodani + Nekoma + Nohebi
TW: Mild Language + Minor Injuries (Kuroo get a lil booboo, Yaku ankle go brrr)
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn
- This chapter contains fluff, comedy and drama.
WORD COUNT: 5,000+
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A/N: HIIIII omg how r u guys 🥺 i was having a hard time figuring out how to... do this chapter, but i hope you enjoy! pls forgive me for the cringe and cheesiness of everything i fken swear im trying but i- ToT call me macaroni bc i be cheesy 🙈
PS: This chapter is taking place during the Cats vs. Owls OVA that comes after season 3! (and also a few minutes of s3 ep10)... I’m trying my best to line up the story w the actual series ToT, so it’s currently ur first year - spring time! Cherry blossom season is coming!!!🌸
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A warm Friday afternoon.
“What do you guys think of this design?” Yachi asks as she passes a paper over to you and Tsukishima as Yamaguchi leans in from her side. You drop your pen to your notebook before picking up the small flyer, bringing it closer to the three of you.
“This looks great Yachi! What’s it for?” She stands immediately, her hands clenched into a fist while her eyes shine with excitement. “It’s a rough sketch for the volleyball club’s poster!” “Whoa, that’s so cool! So this is what a manager’s job is?” She nods as you hand the flyer back, smiling to your friend; happy that she’s having fun and enjoying her job.
“Hey” The four of you turn your heads, watching as Kageyama makes his way through the door. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” The sound of a familiar scream comes down the hallway.
The four of you watch as Hinata shoves past Kageyama, nearly knocking him over. “HEY!” Kageyama begins to charge until noticing the presence of his classmates. He lets out a low grumble before following the orange boy, making his way to you.
“GUYS!” Hinata jumps excitedly, looking between the four of you. “Look!” He pulls his phone out, facing it to you guys, completely ignoring Kageyama next to him. “What is it?” Yachi asks, confused. Hinata takes his phone back and realizes his photo gallery is on-screen. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hide a snicker before he immediately changes it to his text messages, bringing the phone back to you guys.
On his screen shows the flyer for “Japan’s National Tournament, Tokyo Area Qualifiers”. The five of you look up to him in confusion as he continues, “Let’s go!”
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“WHAT?”
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And this is where you found yourself, a suitcase in hand as you make your way to your seat on the Shinkansen. You try to lift your suitcase above to the compartment, but the weight of the baggage slips past your grasp. You brace yourself for impact before you open your eyes to see it in the compartment above you. Feeling a presence to your left, you turn to find Kageyama.
“Let me help you from now on” he says softly, his hand resting on the back of a seat as one is holding onto the strap of his backpack. You immediately take a step back before thanking him, making your way to sit beside Yachi.
Just behind Kageyama is Hinata, following Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, as well as other passengers. Tsukishima, obviously unamused onto why there’s a hold up “Hey King, could you hurry up?” Kageyama realizes there’s a line of people behind him, immediately sitting in the seat to the front of you.
Hinata throws his luggage above before plopping down to the side of Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima following.
The announcement for the bullet train begins, and you soon fall into a quiet slumber, your head resting against Yachi.
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“Y/n, Yachi-san… Yachi! Y/N!” You are awakened to Yamaguchi’s voice “Wake up idiot, we’re here” You turn to find Tsukishima’s face just inches away from yours. Surprised, you jump, bumping your head against Yachi’s, waking you both up.
“Ah!” You both yelp, holding onto your heads. Kageyama turns from his seat to the sound of your cry, only to find Tsukishima’s face close to yours. “Tsukki!” You hiss before apologizing to Yachi.
“Come on guys, let’s go” Yamaguchi begins removing your luggages from the compartment above, as the six of you make your way off the train. Moving through the crowd of people towards the station.
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“Are we there yet?” You yawn, still exhausted, before bumping into Tsukishima’s back. “We’re here, open your eyes idiot.” You slowly open your eyes, looking up to the building in front of you. “It looks so cozy” Yachi compliments as the six of you make your way inside. “Akaashi and Bokuto-san sent me this address, one of their teammates’ relatives owns this place!” Hinata says. “No wonder you’re able to provide a place for all of us to stay for the night” Tsukishima replies, before noticing you were no longer behind him.
The sound of a huff causes him to turn around. As he turns, he sees you struggling to move your luggage above the doorstep. Sighing, he makes his way to you, but Kageyama rushes past him, helping and assisting you instead. The carpet had stuck to the wheel of your suitcase.
Tsukishima’s eyes widened in shock by the sudden movement of his teammate, before rolling his eyes, turning his attention back to his other friends.
“Thanks Tobio!” You thank as he gives another smile. “I told you, let me help you from now on” He says, tapping the right of your shoulder; before the two of you walk after your group.
Hinata and Yamaguchi make their way to the register, collecting the room key as the six of you make your way to your room.
Yamaguchi inserts the key, twisting it before Hinata opens the door, jumping right in. “TA DA!” He cheers, the five of you walking in, Tsukishima yet again, unamused.
“This room is insanely big” You comment as you settle your suitcase to the side.
“It’s going to be like a sleepover!” Hinata exclaims, Yamaguchi turning his head. “Oh, you’re right Hinata!” “Thank god it’s only for one night.” Tsukishima bluntly adds, before exploring the cupboards.
Hinata then brings his wrist up to check the time. “AH!” “What?!” The five of you turn in concern for your friend’s sudden outburst. “We have to hurry!”
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The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor echo throughout the building along with balls.
“Wow, so this is the Sumida City Gymnasium?” You walk ahead of your friends, looking around before turning to face them. “It’s so much bigger than the one in Sendai!” “Well, this is Tokyo” Tsukishima replies, Yamaguchi giving a sheepish smile, before the sound of squabbling catches your attention.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!” “Stop it Yamamoto, don’t let that snake bastard get to you.” The man in green smiles, pointing his finger to the calmer guy in red. “You always have that hair, are you sure you’re not lying about your height? Are you actually 180 cm-” “HUH?! I’d never do something so petty!”
You watch as the three go at it, before someone from the red team’s group notices you guys. “Shoyo?” One says quietly as he makes his way over to you guys.
“Kenma-san!” Hinata runs over, meeting Kenma half way as the five of you follow. You hear Kageyama mumbling. “Nekoma’s setter… Nekoma’s setter… Nekoma’s setter…”
“You made it” Kenma says before Hinata nods. “Bokuto-san sent me the flyer! Akaashi-san’s teammate gave us a place to stay, and it fell into our weekend, I didn’t want to miss it!” Kenma nods before turning to face you and the others, feeling chills down the spine of his back when making eye contact with Kageyama.
“Hey, it’s skinny!” Tsukishima jolts, as Nekoma’s team follows their captain, making their way to your group and Kenma. “Long time no see, don’t tell me you’ve grown taller” “Kuroo-san” You watch the two, before the one named Kuroo turns to you. “I haven’t seen you before” He leans down, closer to your height. Tsukishima watches as he does so, feeling a bit irritated. “Hmm”
You become flustered, unable to move as his face comes closer to yours, before you feel someone pull you behind. Kageyama stands in between you two, having you to his back, silently staring at the taller senior. Everyone is surprised by Kageyama’s action, especially Kuroo before eyeing back up to his regular level as he smiles down at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare your friend” Kageyama ignores him, turning to face you and whispering “Are you okay?” Kuroo is left shocked by being ignored, and his teammates snicker behind him.
“I- I-” You stutter, still flustered before another player, much calmer and collected from Nekoma, approaches you. The tall figure gives you a sincere apology for his captain’s behavior. “I’m sorry about that, our captain can be a little…” He turns to look back to Kuroo, before looking to you. “A little bitch” A much shorter boy with strawberry blonde hair joins in, Kenma letting out a snort.
“HUH?! YAKU- if anyone’s a little bitch it's your short ass, Mr. 165 cm.” “165.2 CM DICKWAD!” You watch as the two seniors get into a catfight before another player walks into the situation. “Kuroo-san!” Said man turns his attention to his teammate. “The girls’ game will be done soon”
Kuroo responds with an “alright” before collecting his team together. “Be sure to cheer us on, kitten~” He winks to you before bidding your friends a farewell, walking off.
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Your team makes their way up the bleachers, listening to the announcer announce Fukurodani and Nekoma’s match. You watch as a very muscular man throws his jacket in the air, only for his teammate to catch it. “BOKUTO-SAN!” Hinata cheers besides you.
The crowd from Fukurodani’s side begins to chant, before Nekoma is announced. You turn your attention to a much shorter girl with a megaphone. “Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it Nekoma!” “Great job Cheer Captain Akane!”
The bell goes off as both teams make it to their sides, the lineup and game beginning.
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Watching as Fukurodani takes the first serve, you turn to see the excitement in both Hinata and Kageyama’s eyes.
Turning your attention back to the court, Akaashi proceeds to set the ball to Bokuto. Your eyes sparkle as you see how high the man can jump, then the sound of him smashing the ball, as it hit’s Kuroo’s palm, causing it to fly up.
You don't realize the direction it’s flying too, your eyes widening as the ball comes directly your way. You bring your palms up at the perfect time, catching the volleyball immediately in your hands. You stare at it in shock as all eyes turn to you.
“HEY! HEY! HEY!!!” Bokuto cheers along with his school, getting the point.
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The game continues, Fukurodani taking the lead. “Holy crap, Bokuto is a beast” You watch as the millionth spike he hit touches the ground of Nekoma’s side. “Right?! He’s so cool! Hinata exclaims before you both turn to the court, only to notice a sudden change in Bokuto’s mood, after Kuroo blocks his spike.
The crowd goes silent, and you turn to Hinata making a face of confusion.
Bokuto’s attitude changes completely, causing a break to be issued, Akaashi giving the man a pep talk.
The break ends, and they are back to the game. You notice Bokuto’s attitude had gone back to his original state, as he becomes happy to spike yet again.
“It must have been Akaashi-san who brought Bokuto-san backup.” Tsukishima comments, crossing his arms as he becomes invested into the game. You turn to smile at him, not knowing he was actually watching.
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The gym goes quiet, the final set, and Bokuto’s team is winning. Nekoma is under pressure before Bokuto sends one final spike down, earning the final win for Fukurodani.
Nekoma falls in defeat, you feel remorse along with Hinata for them, knowing Hinata really hoped to play against them at Nationals.
The six of you walk out of the gym. “So… Nekoma isn’t going to Nationals?” You ask, feeling stupid for asking such a question, before Yamaguchi speaks. “No, not unless they lose this next match.” “What?” “For Tokyo, unlike Miyagi, they have two Representative slots open, while a third for venue sponsorship.” He explains as you tilt your head, still confused. “Dumbass” Tsukishima jokingly insults, flicking your forehead. “There are four teams playing here, only one of those four won’t be able to go to Nationals. The other three, will be going. If Nekoma wins the next match against the other team, they will be going to Nationals” Tsukishima explains in a much easier way. “Ah! Thanks Tsukki!” You thank him, not even realizing he had called you a dumbass.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go cheer them on!” You exclaim, the five cheering after you. “Yeah!”
“Do you even know where the next match is being held?” You stop to turn, looking at Tsukishima. “Nope!” You say with a smile.
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You follow as Yamaguchi leads you to another court, on the other side of the venue.
As you make your way past the gates, you stop with Yachi, the delicious scent of food surrounding the air. Yamaguchi and Tsukishima turn to see you too, before looking at each other. “Do you guys want to get food before the game starts?” You look up to your two friends, pleading with puppy eyes before Tsukishima sighs.
“Hinata, Kageyama!” Yamaguchi calls his friends ahead of them. The two stop to turn as you run up to them. “Do you guys want anything from the stalls?” You ask. “You guys can go find the seats! I can take care of everything myself!” You state, as Tsukishima looks to you. “By yourself? You have two hands. Two hands. You barely even know how to use them, and there’s six of us. There’s no way you can gather food for everyone, and make it back in one piece.” The blonde bean pole says, before you give him a pout.
“I’ll go with you boss.” Kageyama butts in, standing to your side as he ruffles your hair. “Tobio! Stop doing that” You laugh as you fix your hair before looking back to Tsukishima. “That settles it! Now go, get us seats!” You shoo your friends away before walking away with Kageyama, missing the glare Tsukishima gives Kageyama.
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Standing in front of a takoyaki stall, you order the biggest plate, before noticing Kageyama to the stall besides you. Paying for your order and taking the ticket, you make your way to Kageyama as he pays for something.
“What did you get?!” You ask him in excitement. He jumps in surprise by your sudden presence before looking down to you, bringing the item he had brought up to your view. You stare as it dangles from his fingertips, a cute trinket in the shape of a strawberry milk carton. You blink before he grabs the ends of your bag, bringing it up to his level.
You watch in confusion as he is attaching it to your bag’s zipper, before speaking.
“It’s for you” He looks to meet you eyes as he gently drops your bag, letting it hang off your arm again. You stare at him, before looking down to it, then back up to him. “What? Tobio-” “It just reminded me of you.” He says giving a soft smile before taking the ticket from your hand and walking back to the takoyaki stall.
You watch as he walks off, looking down to the keychain with a small smile, really grateful for a friend like him.
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Making your way into the gym, you scan to find Yamaguchi waving for you. “Kageyama- Y/n! Over here!” You make your way to them, Kageyama follows with the box of takoyaki in his hands. Handing out the sticks, you push Kageyama to be in the middle, then opening the lid to the box.
“It smells so good!” Hinata exclaims as he’s about to poke his stick into a ball. “Thank you y/n!” Yamaguchi and Yachi say in sync, as you make your way to Tsukishima, handing him a stick before he declines. “Are you not hungry?” “Not really” He bluntly replies, you pout again before turning back to the others, stabbing your stick into a ball.
Then turning your attention back to the court, seeing the game between Nekoma and Nohebi has already begun.
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“Lev! Stop flailing your arms around! I can’t dig the damn ball!” Yaku yells, scolding the taller boy. “But Yaku-san, you’ll still get the ball no matter what!” He snaps back frustrated. You watch as the Yaku scratches the back of his head, taking it as a compliment. Kuroo gives him a look of annoyance before resuming back to their positions.
The game between the two continues, Nohebi taking the lead as Nekoma fights back. Just as Nohebi’s captain is about to spike, Lev jumps, sending it flying upwards. “One touch!” He yells, as Yamamoto runs after to hit it, then causing it to fly further away. “Shit!”
Just as the ball makes it into the audience, you watch as Yaku catches up to it, sending it back to the court. “WOW!” You cheer for him, impressed by his quick reflexes. Turning your attention towards the ball, you watch as Nohebi tries to keep the ball from touching the floor. Their captain, sending it flying up towards the net, before Lev jumps again, immediately smashing the ball back down to their side of the court.
The gym cheers as Lev turns to Yaku in excitement. Your eyes follow his, only to see Yamamoto assisting Yaku. “He fell-” Yamaguchi says. “He landed on someone’s foot as he was trying to get the ball.” You look at Yamaguchi before back down at Yaku limping. Yaku turns to apologize to the guest before facing the court. “I’m fine!” He yells, taking a step and immediately feeling a shock of pain course through him.
Just as he falls, Yamamoto catches him as their coach makes their way to them. “Shibayama!”
“I hope Yaku-san’s going to be okay” Yachi adds as the match continues. You watch as the coach tends to Yaku’s wound, before going back to the game.
Nekoma struggles, getting used to Shibayama now on court. Nohebi is still in the lead and the gym watches in anticipation.
Shibayama visibly looks calmer, adjusting himself before Daisho spikes the ball towards him. You hold your breath until Shibayama is able to stop the ball, sending it up before Kuroo smashes it back down to Nohebi’s side of the court.
“All right!” Nekoma cheers as you give out a sigh of relief. “You seem really invested into the game” You turn and notice Tsukishima looking down towards you. “Well, it’s really interesting…” You blush, stabbing another ball and plopping it into your mouth.
Nekoma begins catching up, getting used to the new player on the court, very close to winning the set.
The whistle blows, a new player making his way onto the court.
“A pinch server” You overhear behind you. “Didn’t that guy dislocate his thumb in the last match?” Turning your attention back to the court, you watch just as the ball barely hits the net. Kuroo and Nobuyaki catch it, before Fukunaga sends it to the other side. You watch the ball, thinking it would make it in before the whistle blows once again. “Out!” The pinch server yells.
“Out? No way!” Hinata cries. Bringing your hand up to your chin, “He blocked it”. Your friends turn to you, as you continue. “I saw the ball, it was in the court, but the pinch server guy, he extended his fists to block the referee from seeing it.” “Whoa…” “Talk about conniving” Tsukishima adds, before taking the stick in your hand, stabbing a ball and bringing it up into his mouth.
You turn to look up at him, watching as he puts the same stick you had placed on your lips to his. ‘Indirect kiss’ You think, bringing your palms up to cover your face, letting out an internal scream.
“Y/n-chan!” Yachi faces you. Kageyama and Hinata turn to look at you, then to Tsukishima, before Tsukishima looks back to them shrugging his shoulders as he focuses back on the game.
“Shibayama!” You watch the captain make his way off the court. “Wait- What happened to Kuroo-san?” “I think he busted his fingernail” “Ouch....” Turning your attention to the scoreboard, Nekoma is a point away from winning the game, to have their captain subbed out at a time like this is a big risk.
Daisho jumps, aiming for Lev before switching to Shibayama. Fortunately, the boy is able to receive it, sending it to Yamamoto before he aims to smash it. The ball then touching the Nohebi’s middle blocker’s hands before flying up, and far from the court. You watch as Daisho attempts to chase after it, only for it to fall, finally touching the floor. The match has ended.
“Thanks for the game!” The teams exchange before Yaku meets with his team, eyes filled with tears as he hugs them.
You watch as Kenma looks up to the stands, finding Hinata and giving him a nod. You turn to your friend, watching the smile spread throughout his face. He can’t wait to play against them at Nationals.
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Walking out of the venue, you look up to notice as it’s night time already.
“I didn’t even think it was so dark outside already” You comment, Kageyama turning his head to you, watching the moon shine in your eyes. “We better get going before” Yamaguchi states, leading the way back to the cozy inn.
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“Ah!” You let out, dipping into the onsen besides Yachi. “This feels so good!” Your cheeks redden from the temperature in the room. “This is so relaxing, I’m so happy we were all able to come together, traveling is so much fun, especially with your friends” Yachi replies before you give her a smirk. “And especially without your parents!”
The two of you share a laugh as the boys prepare the futons.
“One, two, three, four...” Yamaguchi counts. “I think we’re missing two more futons.” “Really?” Hinata recounts the futons. “Oh, I’ll go ask for more!” “I’ll come with you Hinata!” Yamaguchi exits the room with Hinata, unintentionally leaving Kageyama and Tsukishima together.
The two not even realizing they were the only ones left in the room, turn to face each other, then turning around to scan the room, only to notice Yamaguchi and Hinata are no longer with them. The tension is intense and super awkward.
They separate, going to opposite sides of the room.
As Tsukishima is about to place his headphones on, he feels a stare from behind him. Turning to see Kageyama staring at him. “What?”
Kageyama turns away immediately. “N-n… Kni.. Knife… N...” “Huh?” “Nothing!” “You should have said it clearly the first time.” Tsukishima glares back before you walk in with Yachi.
“Oh? Where are Yamaguchi and Hinata?” You ask. “Right behind ya! Excuse us” Yamaguchi replies, as Hinata runs in, dropping the futons down. “I told you I could have helped carry one.” Yamaguchi sighs before helping spread the last two futons out.
You turn your attention back to Kageyama, who is in the corner of the room. Making your way over, you squat to him. “Why are you so far away from us Tobio?” Kageyama snaps his head, coming face to face with you. He immediately stands, flustered from the close contact, before you rise up with him, giggling. All while Tsukishima hears your giggles through his headphones.
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As night falls, you lay on your futon, your eyes shut as the sound of rustling keeps you awake.
“Hinata?” You whisper. The rustling stops, as he turns around facing you. “Yeah?” “You okay?” You ask in concern. “I can’t really sleep, did you bring your stationery pouch?” He replies quietly. “Ah” As you reach over to your bag to grab the pouch for him, the lights turn on, waking everyone up.
“Ugh-” “What happened?” “Hinata, what the hell” Tsukishima puts his glasses on, looking up slowly to the boy standing in the middle of the room, facing the five of you.
“Lets play a game!”
“A game?” The three question as Kageyama is still asleep in his futon.
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And this is where you found yourselves, gathered in a circle around the kotatsu.
Hinata makes his way around, handing each person a slip of paper as your pens are spread across the middle of the kotatsu.
“Okay, now everyone grab a pen!” You all grab a pen, waiting for the boy’s instructions.
“In this game, we are going to write down a confession. Then, we are going to fold it, place it in the center of the table, mix it around, and we are all going to take one script!” He says as he plops back down to his seat in excitement. “What are we, 8? This is so stupid” Tsukishima comments before removing the cap of the pen, wanting to get this over with.
Intrigued, you take your pen, resting it above the slip of paper thinking of what to say. You try your best to sneak a peek from your friends’ slips, but you are all spread out a little too far. You put the pen to your chin before your eyes wander to Tsukishima, an idea finally popping to mind.
‘I really like someone in this group, but please keep it a secret.’ You write before folding your paper, being the first to drop it in the center of the table. Tsukishima glances up, giving a low smile seeing you excited, even for such a silly game.
Just as everyone drops their slip on the center of the table, Hinata jumps, swooping the papers up into his hand, and shaking them around if he were rolling dice, before bringing his cupped hands around, asking for everyone to grab a script.
You take one from his palm, waiting for the next instruction. Once Hinata makes his way to everyone, a single slip in his hands he begins. “Ready? Okay, let’s open them!”
You all begin to slowly open your scripts, reading what is written. You freeze as you read yours.
‘I’m in love with Y/n.’
You feel your soul leave your body, immediately looking around between the group of your friends, then to Tsukishima as he keeps his eyes on his.
“Yay! We’re done, okay goodnight” Hinata says before jumping back into the covers of his futon, immediately turning and falling asleep.
The five of you look at the boy in disbelief, before heading to bed.
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You toss and turn in your futon, unable to fall asleep. Slowly getting up, you make your way out to the balcony, shutting the sliding door quietly as you lean on the railing.
Letting out a huff, you gaze up into the sky, resting your head against your arm, not noticing the door sliding open and close.
“What are you going?” You jump, turning around to see Tsukishima standing with his hands in the pockets of his team jacket. Letting out a sigh, you pout as he makes his way over besides you, leaning his back against the railing.
“Don’t scare me like that!” You quietly scold him before turning yourself to the night sky, missing the small smile he gave.
“I couldn’t sleep” You admit, as you rest your chin on your arm again. “That makes two of us” He replies, turning to lean on the railing with you, facing the night sky. “What happened?” You look at him before answering. “Nothing much really, I’m just overthinking.”
Tsukishima stays silent, the guilt still eating him up from the time he had brought you to tears during the Spring Interhigh Finals. Were you just as bothered by this as he was? Has it been keeping you awake restless at night? Did he really do this to you? He wishes, if he could promise to never hurt you again, he wouldn’t waste a second to commit.
But really, you were thinking of the confession you received on the script. You don’t realize how quiet Tsukishima’s been before you ask him. “Why are you still awake?” He looks to you immediately, staring into your eyes before shrugging. “I just felt off” “Off? What’s wrong Tsukki?” You ask concerned. He lets out a sigh, before standing up completely, facing you.
You watch as he gazes down at your features, confused as he takes his hands out from his pockets.
“I’m sorry y/n” He begins, looking straight into your eyes. The look he gives you, is a look of absolute sincerity. You tilt your head, still confused, as you were about to respond he continues. “I’m really sorry about what happened during the Spring Interhigh Finals, in the infirmary.” Your eyes widening, remembering that day.
“I…” He continues, and you listen. “I didn’t mean anything I said. I was very frustrated with the game, and how useless I felt when I had to leave because I let myself get hurt during the match… It’s still honestly, not an excuse to take everything out on you. But after seeing-” He stops himself, his eyes turning away as he was just about to admit his final outburst was due to seeing you in Kageyama’s jersey.
“After seeing?” You question still looking up to him. “After seeing… you… in Kageyama’s jersey…” He mumbles the end as he takes a deep breath looking back to you, completely flustered. You blink, looking down, registering what he just said. ‘After seeing me copy a jerky?’
He takes a step closer to you, “It was the last straw, and I allowed my harsh emotions to drown you.” You turn your attention back to him. “You didn’t deserve that. Especially when you were there for me. When you came to support me, and the team. And, I know it doesn’t look like it at most times, maybe all the time, but, I appreciate you so much. I’m very fortunate to have you in my life, even after so long.” You look up to him. “I’m really sorry y/n.” He finishes, his gaze stuck to you as he awaits your response.
You blink once more, eyes tearing as you give a warm smile. These are one of those very rare moments with Tsukishima you have come to treasure deeply. “I forgive you Tsukishima Kei.”
His eyes widen as his body comes closer, his arms wrapping around you unconsciously. You still, surprised by his action. Before exhaling calmly as you feel the warmth from him around you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cling to him. Your face pressed into his jacket, mumbling something.
“Huh?” Tsukishima pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you as he looks at you in confusion. “What did you say?” “Can you make me a promise, Tsukki?” He stares, waiting for your request. “Can you promise to never hurt me again?” Not even taking a second to think. “I promise, pipsqueak.”
“You get three strikes, this is your first one” You give a final cheeky smile before muffling your face back into his sweater as he lets out a sigh of relief, placing a hand to the back of your head, bringing his chin to rest above it.
He promises to himself as he holds you close, a smile warming his face.
‘And it will be the last.’
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A/N #2: WAAAA!!! thank you so much again for reading💞 im sorry if tsukki seems a little off, i wanna think tsukki is actually v soft when it comes to emotional and sentimental situations.. at least w the ppl he doesnt mind showing that side to, u kno what i mean?
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ohh!!! i also have one more or 2 exciting news!!!
i have another series wip on the way! once im able to get the prologue and at least plan the next 5 chapters, it’ll be posted!! im so excited bc i love osamu sm pls.. oops i said his name 😳
i also plan for another series but, im still debating whether or not to write it bc, as u can see, i cant write angst for shit let alone write in general how r u guys still here ASDFGHJKL😭
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anyways, i hope to see you in the next chapter!! thank you so much for putting up with my bad grammar and english, i love uuu guys 💖
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ghostiewriter · 3 years
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you know something that bothers me in fics sometimes? How people are so obsessed with heights differences that they ignore that kie is only like a inch shorter than jj. It’s okay that he isn’t tall and that she is (I seriously started reading a fic where “kie” was barely 5’5 and oh so short next to jj who made her feel oh so safe being oh so tall - which is funny bc i’m 5’4 and in my country i’m considered pretty much “tall” bc I’m taller than most woman)
Omg bestie same height✌️😗
To be fair I feel like I’ve said in fics “a few inches” but I always mean like one or two😂
But i totally understand!! Especially when you remember the actress who plays Wheezie is actually 5’ 4” and it’s just like…yeaaaah Kie is definitely not that height ahshshshs
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sorry for contributing so late but I am just catching up with your posts 😅
as for the strength argument, the way your anon described ash as a tank I think is very accurate. i’ve seen her very up close in person multiple times and her upper body is very obviously solid. i’ve been blessed and have had her arm across my shoulders and i was genuinely surprised by the muscle that i made mental note about it 🥴😭 her legs don’t compare to the field players but she can jump and lunge very high/far and that takes serious strength. she’s a hell of an athlete. one of few athletes who’s mental beats their physical. she’s on another level for sure.
Yeah one of my friends saw her play during her short hair era and got to give her a hug and she basically described the experience as genuinely shocking at how "rock solid" her muscles were (the shoulders especially apparently). I remember we used to joke about how skinny she was but in reality my friend was like 'holy fuck, she feels like stone' when she got up close and hugged her. She's also taller than she looks apparently but her voice is so soft it's almost deceiving lol.
But you're right, people will argue about field players being stronger but their muscles are built and conditioned for running, sharp turns, agility, and speed. GKs are literally built to be brick walls/tanks. You have to deflect the ball with everything you have, make non-momentum based jumps and dives (aka no running starts to build speed), driving power from your legs and hips, and then of course ensuring the core strength is on point for balance and stretching/reach. Like have you seen Ash's full vertical? On good days she can jump as high as Abby Erceg can to clear or punch a ball, and she's several inches smaller. When she was younger like in the 2013-2016 era she could jump even higher. I am pretty sure at one point she had the highest vertical in the league at one point. She had better knees and hips then but given her current age and the miles she's got on her body, she's solid.
Ash could not run the pitch bc her body is physically built for jumping, punching, diving, blocking, and basically being impenetrable. People who aren't GKs don't get the strength it takes to build your reflexes and make those big stops. Also not to mention that mental game, the flexibility, the intimidation factor. The only GKs in the league who scare me are Ash and Alyssa. I'd just throw my ball away if I ever had to try scoring on them fr, man.
AK is strong as hell too, don't get me wrong, but Ash is way stronger than we give her credit for because we can't see her muscles bc she doesn't wear the same form fitting shirts or clothes AK does. I'd bet you'd see the difference if they wore the same clothes in just how solid and strong Ash actually is.
If I need someone to fight for me, I pick Ash all day any day. If she can't glare someone into submission, she could probably throw them into the next millennium if needed.
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Death by a Thousand Cuts - j. debrusk
Trying to venture into some new territory, let me know what you think! Title’s from the Taylor Swift song. 4.8k of post-breakup Jake DeBrusk angst, as always, I love hearing feedback! I read all the tags, so feel free to reblog, pop into my inbox, anything!
Wine pairing from someone with zero authority on the subject: a full-bodied Syrah - smooth, fruity, the kind of wine I’d want to drink if I was sad. 
My heart, my hips, my body, my love/Trying to find a part of me you didn’t touch
Shadi threw back another shot, wincing as the vodka burned down her throat. Clara rubbed her back sympathetically. “Better?” She shrugged. Alcohol was great for forgetting things, but there were some wounds too fresh and too deep for even a Sazerac to cure. And her wounds were named Jake DeBrusk.
Jake had been her everything, still was her everything, and the idea that she was somehow now in charge of forgetting everything they had shared was more than she could bear. Breakups weren’t something Shadi took lightly, and especially when she had spent the past year falling more in love with him with each breath she took. Forgetting more than a year’s worth of early-morning conversations in his bed, Jake’s hand gently brushing back her hair before kissing her temple and going out to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. Shadi couldn’t start her day without coffee. A year’s worth of games, up in the box with the other WAGs and down in the tunnel, their lips crashing together in the euphoria of a post-win high. A year’s worth of vacations, to Edmonton to visit his family and Dallas to see hers, laying on the white sand beaches of Tahiti in the summer. A year’s worth of falling asleep to him tracing lines between the freckles on her bare back in the glow of the post-sex fog. It wasn’t like she was going to forget any of it anytime soon. And if Shadi was being honest with herself, it wasn’t like she wanted to. 
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Shadi met Jake just after moving into her new apartment with Clara, her best friend from BC, when they decided to celebrate their newfound jobs and independence with a bar crawl. As luck would have it, they never actually made it past the first one. Clara had just finished up her first week as a tenth grade English teacher, and Shadi had the weekend to relax before her marketing analytics post started on Monday. 
She wasn't going out to meet someone, not really, but if there was someone attractive enough and charming enough she wasn’t absolutely opposed to spending the night in a bed that wasn’t her own. Shadi sat at the bar, responding to a few texts and sipping her drink as she waited for Clara to return from the bathroom. She wasn’t paying enough attention to her surroundings to notice someone sidle up next to her, getting a little too close for comfort. “Hey,” he said loudly, startling her. Shadi looked up — way up, he was at least six or seven inches taller than her 5’5 — to the stranger’s face, flashing a tight smile. She didn’t know any women who particularly liked to be accosted in the middle of a drink. 
“Hey,” she said. 
He inched closer. “I’m Darren, nice to meet you.”
As much as she’d really just like to be able to tell the guy to fuck all the way off, Shadi hated that it was a far better decision for her safety and security to just try and tacitly go along with it. Let him down easy. 
“Shadi,” she responded. 
He whistled, and she internally cringed, trying as subtly as she could to look towards the bathrooms and trying to spot Clara. More than once, they had pretended to be a couple at bars to get each other out of situations exactly like this one. “Shadi,” he said, testing out the name. “What is that? Arabic? Indian?”
Now she visibly cringed, raising her eyebrows. Great, he’s racist as well as a creep. “Neither. I’m Persian.” 
“Cool, super cool,” he said, nodding. “So, Shadi, what brings you here?”
“Starting a new job next week,” she said, looking back down at her phone, trying to give him just enough information to keep him from being pissed at her. 
Darren finished his drink. “That’s cool, yeah. Good for you. I work in finance. High-level account managing and stuff. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I like the challenge.” Great, add finance bro to the list of reasons why I’ll never go home with this guy, Shadi thought. 
“Nice,” Shadi said, looking away and taking a sip of her drink and trying her damndest to make it clear she wasn’t interested. 
Darren moved even closer, his hand now resting on her waist as Shadi leaned as far away from him as she could while still staying on her seat, looking frantically around for Clara, or anyone, to bail her out. “You come here with anyone?”
“Uh, yeah,” Shadi said nervously, eyes still sweeping the room. “My boyfriend should be around here somewhere.” Darren didn’t need to know she didn’t have a boyfriend, and as much as she hated that men like him were more likely to leave her alone if they thought she was spoken for than if she told him herself she wasn’t interested, it was the best thing she could do in the moment. 
Darren took a cursory glance around the room. “I don’t see anyone coming,” he noted. “You sure about that, Shadi?
“Yes,” she squeaked, as his hand tightened around her waist and she froze like a deer in headlights, too stiff to flag down the bartender.
“It’s polite to look at people when they’re talking to you, or did they not teach that where you’re from?” 
Shaking, she turned back to look at him. “I’m from Texas,” she spat. 
“I think we could really have some fun together, if you’d just stop being so uptight we could really—” Darren didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, his arm being forcefully removed from her waist. She swung around, meeting the eyes of her unknown savior, who was too busy glaring at the man across from her to even meet her eyes. 
“Seems like you’re having a hard time taking no for an answer,” he said. 
Darren looked up, rubbing his wrist from where it had been in a vice grip only moments before. “You the boyfriend?”
The other man didn’t even flinch. “Yeah, I’m the boyfriend. Even if I wasn’t, she clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you, but she’s just too polite to tell you to fuck off. Luckily,” he smirked. “I’m not.”
Darren rolled his eyes, grabbing his half-empty glass and inching away from the bar. “Whatever. Wouldn’t have been worth it anyways.” 
Shadi collapsed into her hands as soon as he was out of earshot, breathing shakily. The stranger reached out tentatively, rubbing her shoulder to comfort her. “You okay?”
She leaned back, taking another drink and nodding. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be okay, it’s not like it’s the first time this has happened. He just really didn’t want to leave me alone and I couldn’t find my friend and he didn’t seem to be getting the message that I wasn’t interested.” 
He grimaced. “On behalf of my entire gender, I apologize for all the shitty men you have ever had to encounter.”
“Thank you,” she said, laughing slightly and setting her glass back down on the bar. “And thanks for stepping in, you really didn’t have to.”
He shook his head. “I just did what any decent guy would do. I’ve got a sister, girls deserve to feel safe in bars.”
“Regardless,” she added, “I appreciated it. And just so you know,” she said, pausing, “you don’t have to worry about an actual boyfriend coming around. I’ve just found it’s the easiest way for guys to leave me alone.” Shadi surprised herself; she wasn’t normally this bold. 
He dipped his head. “Good to know. Probably should properly introduce myself, then. Jake DeBrusk,” he said, sticking his hand out. 
“Shadi Azizi.” She shook it, smirking slightly as she took a sip of her drink. “I know.” 
He smiled bashfully, scratching his head. “Hockey fan?” 
She nodded. “I’ll go to Bruins games when I can make it, but I’m from Dallas, so…” she shrugged. 
“You’ve already sold your soul to the Stars,” Jake finished. 
Shadi laughed. “Yep. You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.”
Jake eyed her glass, seeing that she was nearly finished. “Can I get you another?” Shadi nodded after a moment. “Sure.” He caught the bartender’s eye. “What are you drinking?” “Whiskey on the rocks.” Jake leaned back on his stool, clutching his hands over his chest. “A woman after my own heart.”
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Three months later, it was November, and Shadi was in Jake’s kitchen, doling out Chinese takeout onto two plates. “Beer?” she asked over the counter, to where Jake was flopped on the couch, flipping through channels in hopes of finding something mildly interesting to watch.
“Yes please,” he shot back. He had just gotten back from a road trip that afternoon, eleven days in the Midwest, and there were few things he wanted more than to be back in Shadi’s arms. They had started a sort of unspoken tradition; Shadi had taken to spending the night whenever Jake came back from a road trip, and he wasn’t about to start complaining. He loved his job and he loved his team, but after a week or two of being around them practically 24/7, he didn’t want to waste any time getting back to her. 
Shadi padded back towards the living room, sliding a plate of lo mein and fried rice over to Jake, who leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “Thanks, babe,” he said, putting the remote down. “Parks and Rec good with you?”
She nodded, mouth full. “Doesn’t take much to convince me. I’d kill a man for Leslie Knope.”
Jake laughed. Shadi looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “You think I’m joking?”
He held his free hand up in mock surrender, the other balancing his plate on the arm of the couch. “I should have known better. Will you ever forgive me?”
“Maybe,” Shadi said, scrunching up her nose. “I think I can find it somewhere deep in the recesses of my cold, dead heart.” 
Things between Jake and Shadi had gotten pretty serious pretty quickly, certainly more quickly than Jake was expecting. But, as he was realizing, that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The scene was definitely more domestic than he was used to; it wasn’t unusual for him and Shadi to join some of their friends or the team for a night out at the bars or clubs, but it was just as common to have an evening in. It was nice, being together like this. Domesticity was never something that was quite his style, but as he thought, looking over at Shadi, who was entirely engrossed in Leslie’s valiant attempts to control a town hall meeting, maybe it could become his style.
You said it was a great love, one for the ages/But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?
It was the end of January, and Shadi was in Edmonton. Jake had told her about Boston’s bye week about two months earlier, the plan having originally been to drive up to New Hampshire for a week of camping in White Mountain. But then Jake had been selected for the All-Star Team, much to his surprise — not Shadi’s, who had been convinced he’d be picked practically since the season started —  and their schedule had been turned on its head. He had decided that it would make more sense to visit his family. Shadi didn’t complain; she had just started to get used to Boston winters, and wasn’t confident in her ability to go a week in a tent in the middle of January.
What surprised her, though, was when he invited her to come with him. She had never met his parents in person before. Over FaceTime, sure, but it wasn’t the same. Jake was initially very shy about extending the invitation, almost as if he wasn’t sure if that was something she wanted or was ready for. His concern was sweet, but Shadi was more touched that he had asked her to come in the first place, and put in her request for vacation time that night. 
The flight wasn’t much over six hours, a short layover in Montréal and one connection later and they landed in Edmonton. Shadi met up with Jake just outside of passport control, pulling her pea coat tightly around herself. “Ooh,” she said, breathing out shakily. “Bit chilly here, no?”
Jake laughed. Oh, if only she knew. “Wait till you get outside, babe. It’s January in the middle of Alberta.”
“How bad can it get?” Shadi asked naively. Pretty bad, as she found out the moment they stepped outside the terminal into the freezing air. She was suddenly very grateful her parka was in her bag, a Patagonia jacket that had been one of her first big purchases when she moved to Boston. Jake was having a very good fun time poking fun at her in the three minutes it took for his parents to pull up. 
“Aww, is my Texas girl cold? Is she having trouble dealing with real weather?”
Shadi glared at him. “Shut up.”
His parents were incredible, kind and welcoming from the moment they picked them up at the airport. They drove them back to Jake’s childhood home, where his sister greeted her with a hug. She had visited Boston a few weeks prior, her and Shadi immediately getting along thanks to their shared taste in coffee orders and music. They had swapped Spotify playlists more than one time since her visit. 
The week she spent in Edmonton was amazing. Even though she may have been a little bit apprehensive from the start, all of her worries were just distant memories by the time they had to get back on the plane. She had always been good with parents; whether it was her best friend or her boyfriend, they had always liked her. Making a good impression and being unfailingly respectful, especially to her elders, was a value that had been instilled in her from a young age. She had brought a tin of qurabiya on the plane as a gift for them, after a half-dozen Google searches to make sure she could bring them across the border and a twenty minute long phone call with her mom to make sure she was using the right type of almonds. They loved them, and seeing the tin already empty on the third day of her trip filled her heart.
“She’s really good for you, you know,” his mom said, as he was packing his suitcase for the flight back. “You’re still you, fun and spontaneous and caring. But you’re a more mature, thoughtful version of yourself. And I think that’s thanks to Shadi.”
Jake blushed, shoving his toothbrush in his toiletry bag. “She is. She’s great, Mom. We have so much fun together, and she really does bring out the best in me.” He paused for a moment. “I think I’m in love with her.”
His mom raised her eyebrows, not surprised and certainly not disappointed, but a little astonished that he had realized himself what she saw from the moment they had landed in Canada. She had just been waiting for him to admit it. “You do?” she asked, a hint of a smile on her face.
He nodded, more sure this time. “I’m in love with her, Mom.”
Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand/Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans
“You doing okay, babe?” Clara asked gently, one hand on Shadi’s back as she nursed her third beer of the night. Shadi reached up to try and wipe away her tears. Thank God she hadn’t worn any mascara. She nodded, trying to flash her best friend a smile, but it didn’t meet her eyes. 
Shadi hadn’t ever been the kind of person to put up walls. That was Jake’s thing. But she was a great actress, and if Clara hadn’t known her as well as she did, she wouldn’t have been able to call her on it. 
“Bullshit, Shadi. You’re not fine and I know it. You know it.” God, Clara could read her like a book. It wasn’t okay, she wasn’t okay, and she sure as hell wasn’t over him. She didn’t know when she would be over him. If ever. 
They said that Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. If Rome was a metaphor for their relationship, Shadi would say there’s never been a more accurate phrase. All it took was five minutes for Jake to break her heart, for the world they had built together to come crumbling apart around her. As much as she hated it, there was still a part of her that couldn’t help but try to look back on that night. Shadi almost called bullshit on him the moment he said he was breaking up with her, because he had never even brought it up before, and that’s not something you just drop on someone like he did, right? But she didn’t, she hadn’t gotten closure and hadn’t gotten a reason, an actual reason, and so any curly hair she saw out of the corner of her eye that night she kept hoping was Jake’s, and any cocky smile from some guy trying to buy her a drink — she’d let them, for the free alcohol, but they never got a conversation out of her — she kept wishing was his. 
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It was September, and Shadi felt like she was walking on air. She and Jake had celebrated their one year anniversary a month ago, and things couldn’t be going better. Training camp for the new season had started, which had begun to take up more of his time than she maybe would have liked, but she was dealing with it. They both were. It was like Shadi had told him two months into their relationship, and countless times since: she knew what she was signing up for, knew that sometimes she would have to take a backseat to hockey, and she was okay with that. Having Jake some of the time was better than not having him at all. 
So when Jake had texted her that morning, asking if she was free to come over that night, she thought nothing of it. Well, scratch that, she thought a lot of it. It had been about two weeks since they had had a proper date night; while she loved him sneaking into her apartment to sleep for a few hours before he had to get up or meeting in the mornings for coffee and bagels, they were in desperate need of some alone time. Jake hadn’t exactly been distant since their anniversary, but it had definitely seemed like something was on his mind. And when she asked Clara, or her older sister Yasmin, or Hannah, her best friend in Houston, they all said the same thing. If nothing seemed like it was going wrong, but he was seeming distant, but they were still communicating, then there was really only one possibility, at least according to them. He was going to propose. 
So Shadi took a little longer in front of the mirror, put on her good jeans instead of just a pair of sweats, ran a comb through her hair. She grabbed her car keys, locking the door to her apartment and nervously pressing on the elevator button. Why was she nervous? She was in love with Jake. She saw a future with him, a future together. If tonight was going to be the start of forever, there was nothing to be afraid of. I wonder what Jake’s doing now, Shadi thought. Was he waiting for her on the couch? Trying to cook pasta, the only dinner he could reliably make without burning? Pacing back and forth in his room, turning over the ring box in his hand? The ring. What did it look like? Did he buy it new, or was it a family heirloom? Did he ask any of the guys on the team for tips, or did — Stop it, Shadi reminded herself. He doesn’t have to be proposing. We do nights in almost every week. Maybe he just wants to watch a movie. But in the back of her mind, as she pulled out of the parking garage, was the possibility that she was about to walk into one of the most important nights of her life. And it was, but not in the way she thought. Not in the way she wanted. 
Jake’s place was only ten minutes away from hers; before she even knew it, she was killing the engine and walking up the stairs to his door. She tapped her knuckles against the wood. It was barely ten seconds before Jake opened it up, smiling at her.  “Hey, thanks for coming over,” he said, leading her into the living room and pressing a kiss against her cheek, lingering a little longer than usual 
Shadi knew something was off even as they sat on the couch thirty minutes later, Star Wars playing on the screen in front of them. If she was being honest, she knew something was wrong from the moment she got there. Jake was acting stuff, not distant, but almost confused. LIke he had something on his mind that he couldn’t quite spit out. And it didn’t seem like a proposal. “Alright,” Shadi said, huffing and propping herself up on one arm to face Jake. “What’s up.”
To his credit, he didn’t mince words, didn’t play dumb. He knew better than to insult her intelligence like that, and she knew better than to believe him. “You noticed, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “I love you for a lot of reasons, J, but you really do have a terrible poker face.”
Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair, leaving a piece hanging in front of his eye. “Alright,” he said, in that kind of I-know-what-I-need-to-say-but-I-don’t-want-to-say-it tone, the one that she wasn’t expecting. The one that never means good news. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on my life, our lives over the past thirteen months we’ve been together, and I’ve loved every minute of the time that we’ve spent together.” Okay, Shadi furrowed her brows, where’s he going with this? “I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking about my priorities in life, where they are right now and where I think they should be. And I’ve realized that,” he swallowed, “I’m at a place in my life where I need to be focusing on hockey.” Oh no. “And I don’t think I’m in a position where I can have a relationship and be as invested in my career as I need to be.” Oh God. 
Shadi sat up, stunned. “Are you...Are you breaking up with me?” 
Jake nodded his head jerkily. “And I want you to know that I don’t regret anything about our relationship. I don’t have anything bad to say about you, or the time we’ve spent together, or anything. I just don’t think I’m able to give you, or our relationship, the attention it deserves. You deserve someone who’s going to be able to dedicate a hundred percent to you, and as much as I wish I could, I don’t think I’m that person.”
“So, you’re saying I’m a distraction?” Shadi asked slowly, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. 
Jake ran a hand through his hair, tangling his fingers in his curls. “Fuck. No. That’s not it. I just don’t know if I’m in a place where I’m able to juggle two things that are so important, and that I want to dedicate this much time to.” 
She scoffed. “Are you really trying to pull the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line with me, DeBrusk?” That stung. She never called him by his last name, not even when they started dating. It was J, or babe, or even Jake if she was particularly annoyed, but never just DeBrusk. 
“Would it make you feel better if I was?” 
Shadi shook her head. “It’s worse. Don’t you know that it’s worse? Because then there’s not anything I feel like I could have done differently. Nothing I could have done to change your mind.” Her eyes drifted down to her right hand, where the gorgeous pearl ring Jake had gotten her for their anniversary just a month prior sat on her ring finger. “You said you were going to marry me one day,” Shadi said, sliding her fingertips down to the band and gently twisting it off. Her hand felt bare, even though it had only been there for a month. Jake’s breath caught in his throat. Never make a promise you can’t keep. 
Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
God, sometimes Shadi just felt so fucking stupid. She almost felt naive, shortsighted from not listening to her friends in Boston, or people back home who warned her about Jake.“You know his reputation. You know how hockey players are” Shadi couldn’t count the number of times people had told her that, and the number of times she hadn’t listened. “He doesn’t stick with any one girl.” “I know you like him, but he’s only going to break your heart.” But the thing was, he hadn’t. Jake had made it clear, straight from the start of their relationship, that they were exclusive, and he backed it up. She wore his jersey to games, went as his date to all the Bruins fundraisers, and took the week off to come with him when he was selected for the All-Star Game. Jake knew his reputation better than anyone, and that’s why he was so committed to making sure she knew that he wasn’t the kind of guy everyone kept trying to peg him as. And Shadi had never felt so much pride then when she was able to turn around, prove them wrong, and say: “You see? He’s never done anything to hurt me, and he’s not about to start now.” 
But she couldn’t, not anymore. She couldn’t, because they all had been right and he had broken his promises and her heart and now she was crying in a bar with her best friend on a Friday night and had no clue how to get a grip of her feelings. She pounded back another beer, barely even stopping to swallow before ordering a fourth round. Or was it a fifth? She didn’t know, and at that point, she really didn’t care. 
I get drunk, but it's not enough/’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
Sometime past one but before her next door neighbor’s chihuahua always started barking at two, Shadi stumbled into her apartment. She unstrapped her heels and placed them haphazardly by the door as she walked down to the bathroom, reaching around the cupboard for her toothpaste. Teeth were brushed and flossed, and she had shed nearly all of her clothes by the time she reached her bed. She grabbed the nearest sweatshirt to pull over her body as makeshift pajamas, only half paying attention. Shadi was too tired to look too closely; if she had, she would have noticed that it was a Bruins hoodie, the very first one Jake had ever given to her, a month and a half into their relationship. 
It seemed like Shadi had barely drifted off to sleep when she was woken up by the sound of frantic knocks on her door. Her first thought was something was wrong with Clara, who lived down the hall, that she wasn’t feeling well or needed to be talked out of texting her ex-girlfriend. It had happened before. But then she realized that Clara would have called first. Then her thought was a fire somewhere, but she didn’t smell smoke and her alarm hadn’t gone off. The knocking persisted. “Okay, okay, I’m coming. You’re going to wake up the whole building,” Shadi grumbled, throwing back the covers and padding out to the living room, pants be damned. 
She tried to wipe the sleep out of her eyes, the harsh light of the hallway fluorescents the first thing she noticed as the door swung open. The second thing was the person standing in front of it. It was Jake. His hand was frozen in the air, like he was about to knock for a fourth time if she hadn’t answered. “What are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice small. She didn’t trust it to speak any louder. 
Jake’s breath hitched as he noticed what she was wearing. His sweatshirt. He stuffed his hand into his jeans pocket, pulling out her pearl ring. The same one she had taken off the day he left, the same one he had given her when his thoughts of the future were filled with big houses and weddings and kids’ birthday parties. He held it out to her. “I had to see you.”
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a-flickering-soul · 3 years
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do kylux for the ask meme 😳 you + me = mental illness
i love you so much for sending this in this truly is the mortifying ordeal of being known
putting this under a readmore because it is LITCHERALLY 1.2k words because i am literally clawing at the walls of my enclosure about these two
ANYWAYS go ahead and send me a character and i’ll give you some headcanons bc im having fun doing these!!!
Kylo Ren
Sexuality Headcanon: ambiguously queer. Don’t make me think about him having sex he makes me so angry
Gender Headcanon: he Must be a cis man. He has so much mommy issues. He is such an incel. He is so full of toxic masculinity. He must be a cis man.
A ship I have with said character: Kylux. Every single angle you take this ship from it’s funny and good. Canon—they hate each other and want each other dead. AU—they still hate each other but they’re (probably) less fascist and genocidal. It’s just so funny. They are so obsessed with each other. They gaslight each other into love confessions. It’s unreal. I’ve been thinking about Kylux for the past month and I feel like an entire geological age has passed. You can tell I’m a Kylux shipper and a R*ylo anti because I almost exclusively refer to him as Ren instead of Kylo. The gay angel went to superhell for Kylux to go canon in Lego Star Wars (twice) and a kids’ comic book. God mocks me to my face.
A BROTP I have with said character: This got literally shot to shit but post-TFA when a bunch of people headcanoned Rey as Luke’s kid and she and Ren were cousins and he reluctantly babysat her because he was literally ten years older than her (hhhhh.) and they had this weird mildly-contentious relationship as adults where they grudgingly acknowledge they are both the most powerful Force users in the galaxy and are the only ones who mutually understand the legacy they bear and care about each other but also cannot be in the same room together and hold a civil conversation for more than five minutes before resorting to uncomfortable silence. Like when you’re at a family reunion and you’re automatically shunted with the only other kid around your age so you have to make conversation but you are just so fundamentally different there’s nothing to talk about. Unreal.
A NOTP I have with said character: Hhh. R*ylo. I’m one of those evil lesbians who hate that ship viciously and one of my dreams is to be one of the mean antis that that bully a shipper in a story that’s clearly exaggerated or made up and then get cancelled for having good taste.
A random headcanon:  I think he and Phasma used to spar a lot. I keep thinking about the five years he spent on the Finalizer pre-canon and I can’t reasonably justify the Knights of Ren hanging out with him for the entire time on a literal military ship and I like the idea of them being the only people that are reasonably on par physically (I also like how Phasma is an inch taller than him because....whew).
General Opinion over said character: God. He drives me wild. I have a lot of thoughts about him and how good he was in TFA and the pre-canon comics/novels as a really fucking good example of a morally-conflicted villain (especially the comics where it made it really clear that he was very much manipulated and gaslit since like…ten years old). Like! The way he could flip at will from drawing strength from both the light AND dark side of the Force is just!! So cool! The way his strength literally derives from moral conflict is just really interesting to me but….idk the way post-TFA he was thrown into a redemption (Rendemption) arc that hinged on Rey being a literal genuine fascist sympathizer made me just really disappointed. He had a lot of amazing potential to be either a really interesting semi-redeemed Byronic antihero OR a full on unhinged animalistic power-mad villain that Rey has to mercy-kill like a rabid dog. And then. Well. Yeah. I like him a lot in very specific contexts and flat out hate him in most others.
 Armitage Hux
Sexuality Headcanon: gay! He is gay! I have an entire list of reasons why he’s gay and it grows daily! Without a doubt a homosexual! Gay and repressed!
Gender Headcanon: Also a cis guy even though I still do have a lot of half-formed thoughts about gender in the First Order/post-collapse of the Empire society.
A ship I have with said character: Kylux! Again! I’m obsessed with how obsessed Hux is with Ren. He hates him so much it’s unreal. I keep reading the novelizations and thinking so fucking hard about how consumed Hux is with hatred for this one man. He’s so repressed. He’s so damaged. It’s unreal. The brainworms in my head have metamorphosed into moths and they’re flapping their wings so hard they’re disintegrating my grey matter. I think near-daily about how he personally went down to retrieve Ren from the collapse of Starkiller Base and yet would not touch him to drag him to shelter in the Hux graphic novel. Would you take off your glove to check his pulse or would you attempt to feel it through the leather and touch something’s dead skin rather than his living warmth. I’m so deeply unwell.
A BROTP I have with said character: Him and Phasma!!! The way they are on first-name terms with each other….the way one of the few times in the graphic novels you see him smile is when Phasma comes back onto the base…..the way they plotted to kill Brendol together….truly evil mlm/wlw solidarity you simply love to see it
A NOTP I have with said character: Oof I see a lil bit of shipping him with Resistance members (I think I’ve seen him with Rose and also Poe??) and I know TROS made the decision to have him defect from the First Order (out of. again. his obsessive hatred with another man. writing choices.) but it makes me INSANELY uncomfortable seeing people of color being shipped with a literal fascist parody of British colonialism and imperialism lmao like….just ship Kylux bro they’re mutually bad people AND a power couple
A random headcanon: Frankly at this point I joke so much about how much like a sick Victorian orphan he looks like that I could write an entire fake medical file for him but I’ll spare you all and simply say that I am incredibly partial to the headcanon that Hux is a freak that bites string cheese instead of peeling it like a normal person. Also…the implications that he Personally placed the tracker in Ren’s belt rather than someone else, so that he alone could keep tabs on him…..I’m unwell. Enough.
General Opinion over said character: If Ren is a character I love to hate, Hux is a character I hate that I love. I just. I can’t stop thinking about this gay little war criminal. It truly, genuinely baffles the mind how much information there is about him. It triggers that same little part of my brain that goes wild over like. ARGs and stuff. There’s just so much lore. With every new piece of canon or semi-canon information I learn about him I can feel my grip on sanity slipping. He owns a black robe. He has a personal hitman in the First Order ranks to poison people he doesn’t like. He drinks tea. He’s a bastard son. He’s great with kids. He was in charge of a squad of feral orphan child soldiers at five years old. I just. I just don’t get it. I’m enamored with him. His compulsive attention to grooming. His hubris. His ambition. How literally unhinged he is (the “rabid cur” line genuinely lives in my head rent free). The way he systemically killed every single person who saw him weak and abused as a child. There’s just so much to talk about with him. He’s so evil. He’s so fucked up. I love him so deeply. He is such a horrible person and he is so fun to make fun of and he is so fun to think about. God wants there to be a bullet in my head so badly.
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caitybug · 4 years
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hi i have more hope this isnt annoying/// prompt! baz is the librarian for the local library n simon is the kid who always returns his books late
Definitely NOT annoying!! Thank you so much :D. 
I’ll put it under the keep reading :). 
(Also if anyone else wants to send a prompt... like go for it. I won’t complain. The more ridiculous the better tbh.)
(Also Meri I hope you were looking for a response that is 1500 words bc that’s what you’re getting kthnx.)
(Might fuck around later and post it to ao3 idk.)
It’s only a summer job, but it’s a job that frustrates the hell out of me at times. 
Especially people who cannot follow simple instructions. Return books to the drop off box, don’t shout, don’t run, and please do not participate in sexual activities in between the rows of books. 
I say the last one because I just walked into two teenagers groping each other in between the reference and biography shelves. 
Choose a better section at LEAST.
If I ever did I’d probably do it behind the romance section. It’s fitting for the mood, at the very back section, and no cameras can see you there. 
Not that I’ve thought about it.
I’m checking out a little kid and his mother when I see the worst person to ever walk into the library.
(The worst is probably dramatic. There is a guy who tries to bring in a water bottle that smells of whiskey and a bag of chips that gets crumbs all over the computer. But at least that guy leaves me alone... Simon Snow, however, can’t leave me be.)
Simon Snow can’t seem to pay his library fines. He turns in every book late. It’s ridiculous. There are certain rules in this world, and this can’t be that hard of one. He could just renew the book online even to buy himself some time.
But he never does.
He sneakily tries to drop his books off without me knowing, but he can’t ever get anything past me. 
“Snow,” I say, handing the woman her receipt and walking towards him.
He freezes and looks up, face scrunched in embarrassment. 
“Do you have money to pay your fines? I can only assume you’re turning these in late too,” I gesture to the books. 
“Uh, well,” he stammers. Snow always stammers. 
I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow, waiting for a proper answer. 
He starts digging in his pockets, pulling out a nickel, penny, a Dr. Pepper bottle cap, and some lint.
I grab the change and frown at the bottle cap.
“Why do you have-”
“There’s a code,” he shrugs, “I was hoping to win a prize.”
Of course, he would do something like that. 
“Please bring money next time you come in,” I say, moving to go check out another customer. 
He nods and walks out, leaving the Dr. Pepper bottle cap behind. 
I grab it and stash it in my pocket. 
After I check out the customer I decide to grab the books Snow was returning. What could he possibly be reading that takes him so long?
He has three books this time:
1. Fun Home
2. Heartstopper vol. 1
3. Bloom
I frown. 
They’re all graphic novels, so what is taking him so long?
Then I blush, realizing another trend they all have in common.
I shake my head and check his books back in.
I also erase his fines.
______
The next time Snow comes in it’s to check out some books. 
I can’t help but think of the books he turned in last time. I was also nosey and investigated the other books he had checked out the past couple of months. 
They’re all gay.
Is Simon Snow gay?
“Snow,” I say as he approaches. He has one book, the next volume of Heartstopper. “Do you have your money for your fines?”
He doesn’t have fines anymore, I erased them, but I can’t let him know that. 
“Uh,” he responds. 
He’s not good at using his words, but somehow watching him fluster about is incredibly adorable. 
Snow turns out his pockets and has a crumpled receipt, a french fry, and the cap to a pen.
I shake my head, God this boy is an idiot.
“Snow I’m going to have to stop letting you check out books if you can’t pay off your fines.” 
It’s an empty threat. His balance is zero.
He nods, however, and grabs his books and puts the receipt where I highlighted the due date into his pocket. 
When he goes to leave, I remember something.
“Wait, you left something last time you were here,” I open my drawer and pull out the Dr. Pepper cap. “Good luck winning, but I am sure you won’t.”
He smiles and grabs it.
“Thanks, Baz.”
I smile back. I didn’t know he knew my name.
_______
The next time I see him I’m shelving books. 
I don’t typically do this part of the job, but the page is out sick and we had a huge pile.
I also didn’t want to deal with all of the kids here for the magician. 
It’s in the LGBT section where I find him, staring at the books.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you so intensely in thought before,” I say.
Why am I such a jerk?
“Oh, uh, hey Baz.” He says. 
He looks like he is blushing. 
“Do you need help, Snow?”
He shakes his head and looks up at the top shelf. I look up, following his eye line, and see the third volume of heartstopper.
I step closer and reach up to grab it. 
I can’t help but smirk when I hand it to him. 
I’m at least three inches taller than him. Good to know.
“Thanks,” he mutters, before turning to leave.
Stop him, my brain says.
My body, however, doesn’t move.
______
The fourth time he comes into the library he is with a girl with brown frizzy hair and dimples on the back of her knees. She’s dragging him through the reference section, piling books into his arms.
It’s quite funny. I can see the whole scene perfectly from the front desk. 
They sit at a table and Snow and I make eye contact. He smiles, and I immediately look down.
It’s like looking into the sun when he smiles, blinding and overwhelming. Doctors should put a warning on him.
Don’t look directly at him, it’ll damage your eyes and you’ll be seeing stars for an hour.
We don’t talk, but we keep catching each other’s eyes. My face feels too warm and soft. 
I check his library account, and his book is already two days late.
Rolling my eyes, I renew the book and erase the fines.
If my boss found out about this I’d be murdered.
______
The next time I see him is at the back of the library, he is wandering around and I’m putting back books. A book club of middle-aged women came in, and with them, a stack of raunchy romance novels. 
“Oh, hey Baz,” Simon says, smiling up at me.
I swear my breath hitches.
“Snow,” I reply, reaching up to put a book on the top shelf.
It doesn’t go there, but I need him to know I can reach that high. Higher than he can. 
I’ll fix it when he leaves.
“So, uh, I won that Dr. Pepper prize.”
I look over and raise an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
“I got some money and thought I could pay my fines,” he continues.
I freeze. He doesn’t have any fines. 
“Well, Snow, you could go to the front desk and pay those off,” I say, grabbing another book and putting it on the top shelf.
Why am I putting all of these up so high? They don’t belong here.
“I did, actually,” he continues. I cringe. Fuck. “But they said I didn’t have any.”
“Well, they must have looked at the wrong spot because I can assure you there are fines.” There aren’t.
He steps closer to me, I drop my arm. He smells like popcorn and Old Spice.
Why does it smell good?
“Baz, did you forgive my fines?” He asks.
I scoff.
“Snow, why would I-”
“I think you did. The lady at the front, the one with the grey streak in her hair, said it looked like I had made payments these past few weeks.” I cringe, Fiona is going to kill me. “So, my only question is, why?”
I stare at him, not knowing how to respond. ‘Because I like you, Snow. I like the way your golden girls always look a mess. I like the stupid hoodie with a hole in the sleeve looks on you. You are covered in moles and I want to kiss every one of them.
I look at his lips, the thing I want to kiss the most. 
“I don’t know what you’re-”
“Baz,” he steps closer. “If I’m off base here feel free to tell me, but I-” he gulps, taking a moment. “I would like to take you out. Consider it repayment.” The way he smiles makes my heart skip.
I nod, not trusting my voice to respond. 
And then, fuck, he leans up and puts a hand on my neck, lips almost touching mine.
“Wait,” I manage to stay, pushing him back. His face drops, but I grab his hand and pull him around the corner.
The romance section, corner of the library, where there are no security cameras. If I’m ever going to kiss someone in the library, it’ll be here.
I push him against the stack and kiss him.
And, god, is it good.
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anyway here are a few hcs for the other two to balance out my bullying for  mianite because i just think hes a nerd whose making himself look cooler than he actually is 
ianite
shes taller than and other two, no this is not because shes the oldest, shes just Tall (this goes for the other two seasons)
for being the goddess of balance, she for cannot for shit walk in heels taller than 1 inch
sometimes she just fucks up even the most mediocre of tasks like those dnd videos where the person rolls a nat 1 to open a fridge or smth. that actually happens in real life thats who she seems so cautious sometimes its because she Doesnt Want To Fuck Up 
dianite
theatre kid, Lives for The Drama (not bc hes gay coded)
somehow?? has?? the SOFTEST hair?? ianite is jealous like HOW????
always has a Look like who just CASUALLY wears a three piece suit all the times and especially in s-1 he wears LAYERS on LAYERS like boots AND jeans??? in this weather??? 
probably actually said “don’t talk to me, i’m pretty“ at least ONCE
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John and Mycroft *VIBRATES*
if they had a kid
Name: Violet May Hancock Holmes Gender: female General Appearance: blonde hair and green eyes. she’s very small and pretty thin. muscular from years of ballet. Personality: determined and very stubborn. she doesn’t need help from anyone and will do whatever she’s doing by herself. and she’ll have you wrapped around her little finger before you know what happened.  Special Talents: subtle manipulation. she tell you what to do but will make it seem like it was your idea. she’s also been doing ballet since she was about 4, so she’s very good at that as well. Who they like better: she likes both of her dad equally, though mycroft annoys her more bc they’re so much alike. Who they take after more: mycroft in both looks and personally. Personal Headcanon:
she starts ballet at 4 because she thinks it’s pretty and wants to try. mycroft and john are happy to let her, even if she does grow tired of it. she doesn’t. she loves the sport and continues it well into her teen years. john wanted to buy a studio for her, but mycroft talked him down into changing two of the bedrooms into one large room and renovating that into a studio for her. worse case, they can turn it into a weight room.
when she’s around 16, she goes through quite the rebel phase. both john and mycroft argue who’s at fault for that (they’re both at fault), ultimately letting her go. she becomes very anti-government and a bit of an anarchist.
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Name: Iris Lydia Henchman Holmes Gender: Female General Appearance: blonde hair and blue eyes. she’s not nearly as thin as her sister, but she’s also not nearly as athletic. she’s a few inches taller than her sister. Personality: she’s very much a girly-girl. she likes pink and dresses and looking pretty. she’s manipulative, but in a different way. she’ll happily use her femininity to make people (see: men) do what she wants. giggly and always smiling. and has a strong desire to be the center of attention and to know everything. Special Talents: she’s extremely creative. especially when it comes to fashion. she loves designing clothes and is rather good at it. Who they like better: john. he understands her love of fashion and they just understand each other. Who they take after more: john. she’s basically his mini-me. mycroft thinks it’s adorable. Personal Headcanon:
she ends up with a eating disorder at 16. she hides it for a long time but because john is so used to mycroft, he catches it pretty fast. she ends up in a outpatient facility for a few months. even after she’s released, she still has trouble eating properly. but with her dads’ help, she does get better with it.
her and john go on a father-daughter trip to fashion week every year without fail, no matter what.
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