#and yeah it’s changing now as a younger crowd is writing it

[padfootastic]

idk if it's an unpopular opinion (and i probably WILL get hate for this) but. i do not like jily. 🤭

(also your tag says 'lez do this' and i was super confused for a hot moment bc i'm lez and like. you know i exist??? lmao)

agree

hiiii <3 i’m very sure that’s an unpopular opinion in certain circles so ur good!

but also, yes i totally feel ya!! even when i started reading hp fanfic, i’ve never been able to get into jily and i think it’s probably bc im really, really against the kind of portrayal both james & lily get in fics. (to be fair, these r opinions from a few years and i’m pretty sure it’s changing now but i haven’t read any significant amount of jily recently to tell)

lily, for eg, gets deified to a ridiculous degree. like our girl was NOT some dainty little maiden floating thru some life. sure, we don’t get a lot about her but what we do paints a decent picture. and that’s not to even mention how one dimensional her portrayal is—centred around her sacrifice and written as a copy of hermione (or molly if she’s older). all of it basically just turned me off her and consequently jily as a ship.

and james oh my god. don’t even get me started. sometimes i feel like he gets done dirty by jily fans than the snape lovers lol. atleast those guys r honest about their intentions 💀

and when put together, u have this very old & boring fun sponge/manchild dynamics that i really, really dislike. so yeah, that’s..a rant and a half lol.

Send me unpopular opinions!

[bellamyblake]

there’s been so many changes to tumblr over the years and despite all the shitty stuff staff did to me as a creator like effing up the gifs or blocking out certain words, I’ve always just taken it but I can’t accept the fact that its interface and whatever new policy they have is to turn this into a twitter sort of media or anything new that’s popular

the whole point of tumblr is that it exists that way and certain people like it AS it is. 

I hate twitter. I dont wanna look at it every day.

Thank you. 

[ohmyitsfaith]

Younger survivors

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: In your thirteen year old bodies, you try to navigate your first day in 2019. Thankfully, the Hargreeves siblings are ready to help your little family.

Warnings: Viktor referred to as Vanya and she/her pronouns, non-sexual nudity

Word count: 3k

A/n: This time I genuinely debated whether or not just write Viktor as Viktor, instead of delivering his full story through the rest of the series. If this ends up being the last chapter, I will come back and actually change the pronouns and the name, but for now I stayed with Vanya.

The shock of being in your 13 year old body didn’t hit until Penny started crying. At first you weren’t sure what made her cry. She just stopped a moment ago, so the fear now faded. And then, dread pooling in your stomach, you realized that you just started feeding Penny when you jumped. She was undoubtedly still hungry.

“I-” you started, Five’s siblings still staring at you, shocked by your sudden entrance. “Five-” you looked at your husband. “Could we go in?”

“Y-yeah” Five nodded, picking up Max into his arms.

“Five!” the woman with the beautiful curly hair called out to him. Allison, if you remembered correctly about Five’s description of his siblings. “Don’t you think you have some explaining to do?”

“Yeah, but my children are more important right now” Five sighed. “Inside. I’ll tell you everything.”

He gently took your hand, and you walked into the building. He showed you the kitchen.

“Five” you whispered. “Penny is hungry.”

“Do you need a private-” then he realized what you already had when Penny started crying. You didn’t produce milk anymore. “Oh… shit.”

You sat down on a chair, bouncing baby Penny in your arms. Five sat Max down next to you. Max still looked frightened. You could only imagine just how much. Previously he could express all his thoughts and now, caused by his much younger body’s not yet fully developed muscles, he was confined to his thoughts and some words.

“Mama” he said, looking at you and you could see all his fears in his eyes.

“I know, darling” you reached out with your free hand, caressing his face. “Everything will be okay.”

Max leaned into your side, reaching up to hold Penny’s little leg in a comforting manner.

Through this conversation, Five blinked out, then back in, his arms full of different formulas.

“I…” he put the bottles down. “I didn’t know which…”

“It’s okay” you sighed, reaching for his hand. “This is still better than what we had with Max. Neither of us could’ve known which one is right” you said, trying to calm his racing mind. “Thank you, darling.”

There was a cough from the side, which made you look at the Hargreeves siblings. They crowded in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you with different expressions. In a moment’s time though, Allison stepped forward, grabbing one of the formula bottles and went to the sink. Without a word, she started preparing the formula, and even produced a bottle. You could only watch in astonishment.

“Five” the big guy, Luther, called out to him. “Explain, please.”

Five looked toward him and nodded. He looked around, while gathering his thoughts, looking for something. He grabbed some bread, a jar of peanut butter and a bag of… marshmallows?

“First: a question. What’s today’s date?” he looked up at the group and started on a sandwich.

“The 24th of March” Vanya answered.

“Good” Five sighed and put the peanut butter on both breads. He spread it carefully while he started to talk. “The truth is, while for you I’ve only been gone for seventeen years, I actually spent about thirty-five years away.”

“Away where?” Luther asked.

“In a place that’s worse than hell. Part of the future.”

Allison finished the formula and turned, presenting it to you.

“Thank you so much” you looked up at her, grateful.

“I know what it’s like to struggle with breastmilk” she smiled gently, then turned to Five. “Is this what you’ve done in those thirty-five years?”

“I’ve done a lot more” he gritted his teeth, his short temper getting the better of him. How dare Allison demean you and his family? But then he noticed you, squinting your eyes at him in warning. You started feeding Penny, who eagerly latched onto the bottle. “Yeah…” he sighed finally, sprinkling marshmallows on the peanut butter and putting it together, he placed the sandwich in front of Max. “This is my little family. Y/n, my wife” you smiled at the group, “Max, my son” he gently ran his fingers through his hair. “And my daughter, Penny.”

“It’s nice to meet you all” you nodded to them. “Five told me a lot about you.”

Allison, Vanya and Klaus all smiled back, while Diego and Luther still watched Five, confused.

“Okay, so…” Diego started. “What? You’re forty-eight?”

“No, my consciousness is forty-eight” he looked down at himself. “My body is apparently thirteen.”

“How did you even come back?” Vanya asked.

“Well… in the end I had to project our consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time” he explained.

“That makes no sense” Diego scoffed.

“It would if you were smarter” Five replied immediately.

“In english” you put down the now empty bottle on the table and lifted Penny to your shoulder to burp her. “He grabbed a timeless version of us and transported that body here.”

“How are you thirteen then?” Klaus asked, looking at you, curious, ignoring Diego who was ready to fight with Five.

“A slip in the calculation” you hummed, and touched Five’s hand, who looked at you very guiltily. “Not ideal, but at least we’re here.”

“At the very least” Five whispered and took your hand in his own to kiss your knuckles, right on the ring that was now loose on your finger.

“Well, aren’t you two cuties” Klaus grinned.

“Dada” Max’s voice was thin, looking at Five. “I’m hungry.”

“Are you sure, little crumb? Your stomach isn’t as big as it was an hour ago” he said gently.

“I want more” Max nodded.

“Well, alright” Five sighed and started on the second sandwich. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, I could eat” you nodded. “Don’t forget to make yourself one as well.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Can…” Klaus suddenly spoke up. “Can I hold my niece?”

“I don’t think that’s a-” Allison started, but you stood up and went over to Klaus.

“I trust him” you looked toward Allison for a second before looking at Klaus. “You see how I’m holding her? Try to copy it. Though she can hold her own head up now, we should be careful.”

“Klaus nodded and tried to copy your arm placement. After he somewhat got it, you placed Penny gently in his arms, making sure that she was held tightly.

“Good” you smiled gently.

“Oh my god, she is tiny!” Klaus breathed.

“Yeah. But Max was smaller.”

“She is beautiful” he awed at her sleeping form. “Her little nose is yours. But those lips, they’re Five’s through and through.”

“Her eyes are Five’s as well. Both children were lucky to get his beautiful green eyes.”

“Your eyes are plenty beautiful, my love” he looked at you seriously.

“I know. But your eyes, my love” you said, mockingly serious, “are magical.”

“Shut up” Five rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face.

“She truly is beautiful” Allison said finally. “They both are.”

“Thank you” you smiled.

“How old were they?” Vanya asked suddenly.

“Thirteen” Max said, with a lisp. He immediately frowned, annoyed that his ‘r’ didn’t roll.

“Yeah, he was thirteen and Penny was two” you confirmed, taking the sandwich that Five offered you with a grateful smile.

“That’s quite a big change” Luther marveled.

“About as big as the change from forty-eight to thirteen” Five commented.

“This is stupid” Diego finally stood up and left the room.

The rest of the Hargreeves sighed, used to Diego’s almost permanently annoyed state, but you just looked at the door, where he left, confused.

“What’s his problem?” you asked.

“He is… well” Luther tried to explain. “He isn’t really happy that the family is back together.”

“No, he isn’t really happy that you accused us of Dad’s murder” Allison looked at him, annoyed as well.

“Again, I didn’t-” Luther raised his voice slightly.

“Shut up!” Klaus looked at him. “You’ll wake up Penny.”

“Sorry…” Luther quieted down.

“We should get some fresh clothes” Five put his hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll help” Allison stood up. “I’ll grab some children’s clothes.”

Five nodded gratefully and reached out for Max to take his hand. “Come on, little crumb. We’ll take a shower.”

“Okay dada” Max nodded, smiling.

You took Penny from Klaus’s hands, smiling at the man, then followed your husband out of the kitchen. He lead you to a room that had a kid’s bed and cute wallpaper on the walls.

“Was this your room?” you marveled at your surroundings.

“Yeah” he nodded.

But along with the awe of finally seeing your husband’s old room, you also feel a deep rooted sadness. He was so young when he disappeared. He was young and scared shitless. Sure, so were you, but seeing this… it made your heart hurt all the more. You turned to him and watched as he opened the closet and looked at the clothes, frowning.

“Five…” you called out to him gently. He turned to you questioningly. “Are you okay?”

He looked away for a moment, thinking. Was he? He finally had everything he worked for. He finally got back to his siblings, who he loved endlessly. He could finally save them.

But in the process of everything, he managed to get himself and his family stuck in their younger bodies. He now looked thirteen, his wife also. If he didn’t know it was you, who traveled with him, he probably wouldn’t have recognized you. After all, he didn’t know you from the beginning of his time in the apocalypse.

“I’m managing” he said simply. “It’s not easy, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Okay” you nodded and leaned closer to press a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be here. Always.”

“Thank you, my love” he smiled thankfully, then turned back and took two uniforms out of the closet. “Here you go, this should be good for you as well.”

“So… we’ll be matching?” you smirked.

“Yeah” he nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Ah, true couple goals” you sighed, which earned a laugh from Five.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling you close. “You’re so dumb” he said fondly.

Allison finally arrived with a bag of clothes for Max and Penny separately. She helped pick out an outfit for the two of them, so Max and Five could finally head off for a shower. From the door, Five looked back.

“Thank you” he said, looking at Allison.

“From one parent to another, this is nothing” she smiled.

“Her name is Claire, right?” he asked and Allison nodded with slightly wider eyes. She didn’t think Five knew about her daughter. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

With that they left the room. You finally sat down on Five’s bed and sighed. This was already a long day and you were tired. Thankfully, Penny was still sleeping in your arms. You were blessed by her deep sleeping habits on many occasions. One being this time.

“Can I hold her?” Allison asked suddenly.

“Oh, uh, sure” you snapped out of your thoughts. She gently took your daughter from your arms and sat down next to you. “It’s so weird…”

She turned to you, curious what you were thinking about.

“Well… I’m now thirteen. Barely ten years older than my son and barely twelve years older than my daughter” you explained your thoughts. “I never really worried about what people thought of me. But now…”

“Well… some of us live really private lives” Allison tried to soothe you.

“Not you though” you smiled. “I heard you’re an actress.”

“Yeah” she laughed gently.

“I wonder how my life would’ve turned out if…” you sighed, not having the heart to finish it. “When I was a kid, I would’ve loved to become an actor or singer” you reminisced. “Though on the flip side, I would’ve loved to be a spy, a doctor, an astronaut, a teacher and a bunch of other things as well” you laughed.

“The dreams of kids…” Allison commented, a gentle smile resting on her face. “Instead you became a mother. It’s kind of the best job in the world.”

“It really is” you looked at your daughter and caressed her chubby cheeks gently.

“Did you have a dream job? One that stayed your dream no matter what else was there?” she asked.

“Hm” you hummed. “I’m not really sure. It’s been a long while. Why?”

“Well… you got a second chance at achieving that dream” she explained. “Not many people get that” she furrowed her brows. “Actually, no one really gets that.”

“That’s true” you nodded, thinking about it.

“Hell, you could even have a full football team of kids” she snorted and it also made you laugh. You really could. Though you didn’t know if that was really something you’d want.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You sat in silence for a few seconds, Allison gently rocking Penny. You could see on her face how much she loved kids. And she was really good with them. With Penny. It made sense with her having a daughter as well.

“How old is she?” you asked.

“Claire?” she looked at you and you nodded. “Five. She is five.”

“Those are the golden years” you sighed. “From the age of three to six. Everything just gets harder after that.”

“Yeah” Allison nodded, looking thoughtful and… sad.

The next moment Max came running in, his underwear and shirt on, but he was missing his pants. As he rounded the corner, his socks slipped on the floor and he fell on his side.

“Max!” you jumped up and hurried over to him. “Son, what did we say about running in your socks!”

You helped him up, looking his body over to see if he injured himself anywhere.

“Sorry Mama” he looked at you sadly.

“Why were you even running?” you asked him, taking his hands in your own. You noticed that the skin of his palms were scraped.

“Will you heal it?” Max asked, ignoring your question.

“You caused this yourself, why should I?” you looked at him seriously. “You know our rule. If the injury is small, like a scrape, plus you inflicted it upon yourself because you didn’t listen to dad or me, then you have to suffer the consequences.”

“But Ma!” he whined. “Please, for the funeral!”

“Max” you narrowed your eyes. “That’s the rule.”

“Please” he stomped his feet, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Max.”

“You heal?” Allison suddenly asked. “You have a superpower?”

“Yeah. I can heal any injuries” you nodded, looking back at her. “It takes time and energy though.”

“That’s… awesome” she hummed.

You looked back at Max. “Put your pants on. You can have a plaster, but that’s it.”

“But-”

“No buts” you put your finger up and stood up. “Allison,” you looked at her. “Could I ask you to watch Max and Penny for a bit? I’ll go shower quickly.”

“Yeah” she nodded.

“Thank you so much” you said gratefully and grabbed the uniform Five gave you.

When you were going up to Five’s room, he pointed out one of the bathrooms, that was closest to his room. That’s where you were headed, hoping to find your husband still there. Everything was so hard to process and you needed comfort from him if only for a short while. And you knew he needed some as well.

The shower was running when you reached the door and you knocked on it.

“Five, darling?” you called out to him.

“I’m here” he yelled over the rushing water.

“I’m coming in, okay?”

You didn’t hear a reply, but opened the door and quickly slid in. He was currently showering, his dirty clothes on a chair close by. His ring on the sink, safe from falling down the drain.

“Everything okay?” he asked, looking at you.

“Yeah” you sighed and put your fresh clothes next to his. You made quick work of your clothes and placed your ring next to his. He helped you into the tub, his hands going to your waist immediately. “Yeah, now I am.”

You pulled him in for a hug, your feelings washing over you along with the water. It was warm, perfectly so. His arms held you tight, and though you knew this was your husband and his hug still felt the same in terms of feelings shared, it was also… off. Like this body that held you close wasn’t the same.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to forget about it.

“I’m sorry” Five suddenly whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

It broke you. It wasn’t Five’s fault. Time travel was messy to begin with, he couldn’t have known. You will never blame him for it. You were at least safe, you could help his family.

You felt him start to shake. A rare moment of complete vulnerability that he had trouble showing even around you. And it broke your heart so much that you couldn’t really do anything to help him. You just hugged him close, caressing his bare back. You also felt the tears in your own throat, but tried to keep them in.

“It’s going to be okay” you whispered into his neck. “It’s all going to be okay.”

He squeezed harder at that, his shoulders shaking with the force of his silent sobs. You couldn’t help it anymore, your own tears slipped loose. You didn’t know… how could you help him? There wasn’t anything… you were helpless.

You put one of your hand into his hair, massaging his roots, while you tried to keep your own sobs down.

“I’m here” you whispered. “We’re here.”

His right hand gripped the back of your neck, trying to pull himself back to the ground. Though this is what he wanted, to be here with his siblings, he also couldn’t help but wish his life back. His body. Not this small one. He even wished for the small height difference that you had before.

“We’ll be okay” you sighed, your own emotions finally back in order.

“We’ll be okay” he repeated, swallowing his sobs. He breathed deeply, smelling your familiar scent. At least that was the same.

“I love you” you said, massaging his head. “No matter the body, the age, I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too” he sighed, calming down. “I love you too.”

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Taglist: @snixx2088 @lxkeeeee @kimm4710 @sagestack @koshi-sama @cherryinsalemverse @lifrimen @misty-eyed-memory

[scribblesofagoonerr]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry and I don't really hate you | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, F - For what it's worth, I'm sorry and I don't really hate you

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Hello, I'm back with part 6. Sorry it's been a bit of a wait, life gets in the way and makes it hard to write, but here's the next part. I honestly don't know how many chapters this will have because I'm really enjoying writing it, so hey ho, I might even just make this one small fic series of many ideas' I currently have in my head :)

I don't know if this chapter does make much sense at all and non of it's been proof read again, so it could be a bit all over the place but please let me know what you think!

Thank you for all the ongoing support so far, it's overwhelming to see how much that you all love this, and it gives me motivation to continue to write!

My asks are open for anyone to drop me an any ideas' on this fic or anything else that people would like to see be written, however, I am only comfortable writing anything platonic though :)

You're progressing well to get better and you're slowly returning to usual happy, self chaotic self.

TW: angst and mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"So, what's the food in this place like then?" Kyra broke the silence in the room, where all the girls were all crowded in as they came to visit you in the pysch ward of the hospital during the visiting hours.

It had been 46 hours since you had been detained, 46 hours since you all but shouted at Leah that you hated her.

You really did regret it.

You didn't actually mean that though, and you had been feeling terrible about it ever since the words escaped your mouth.

"Seriously, Kyra?" Steph stares at the younger Australian in disbelief.

"What? I'm just trying to make conversation here" Kyra replies, shrugging her shoulders.

Caitlin can't help but snort. "And you decide to start with asking what the foods' like?" she teases the twenty-one-year-old.

"Yeah, cos' I've heard that hopsital food is disgusting and all" Kyra remarks to the older girl, sticking her tongue out at her.

"Very mature" Steph rolls her eyes at the two of them.

"So, what is the food like then?" Vic asks, peeking interest to know the answer.

"Terrible, I think that even Leahs' cooking might be better than what they're serving on the menu here" You can't help but grin cheekily.

"Ouch it must be bad then" Beth joins in with the joke.

"You'd better not let her hear you say outloud or I think she'd been offended" Viv tells you as she can't help but smile slightly, just happy to see you slowly returning to your old self.

"So, she didn't come with you guys then?" You ask as you pull at the sleeves of the hoodie you currently had on.

You don't miss the look that all the girls share with one another. You weren't an idiot to know something was going on.

"Just tell me what's going on" You stare at them all, trying to get an answer out of them.

"She's outside in the waiting room with Lia" Jen admits, exhaling a sigh.

"Oh" Your smile falters at the disappointing news.

"She wanted to come in with us Y/N but it was hard for her" Beth explains on behlf of the blonde, who you miss terribley. "I'm sure when she's ready, she'll come and see you" she adds, trying to keep the hope alive.

You really had messed up with what you said, you doubt that she would want to visit you, nor would she want you to come back to the flat where you lived with her.

"Oh uh, well then that's okay I guess, I mean I don't blame her for not coming cos' what I said was horrible and stuff" You make up an excuse as you find sudden interest with the floor beneath you.

"It's not your fault for being angry, Y/N" Katie pats you on the shoulder.

"How're you feeling now?" Alessia asks, concerned as a way to try and change the subject.

"Is this your way of subtly asking me if I'm going to try and attempt to kill myself again?" You glance around at all of the girls' faces in the room.

"Y/N" Kim shoots you a disapproving look.

"The answers no by the way" You mumble quietly.

"Y/N" Kim repeats again, a bit louder.

"What? You know I like to make dark humour jokes in this type of situation. It's just a coping mechanism" You tell your captain as you hold your hands up in mock-surrender, who continues to look at you with a certain look that makes you back down straightaway. "Alright, okay, I'll tone it down with the death jokes" You mumble, slouching further down in your seat.

"How's she been doing?" Leah stands in the reception area of the hospital and fumbles with her hands, as she speaks to one of the doctors.

"Y/N has making good progress. I think another day or so and she'll be ready to come home" The doctor explains with a kind smile.

"That's great news" Lia says, smiling as she glances at the blonde for her reaction.

Leahs' eyes widen in surprise and smiles slightly. "Yeah, that's good to hear. I'm proud of her making so much progress in such a short space of time" she tells the doctor.

"It is, Y/N/N has really thrown herself into trying to get better, the therapy sessions seem to be going well too" The doctor tells them honestly. "Are you going to go and see her? I'm sure that she'd love to see you" she adds.

The blondes feels apprehensive, her eyes dart over in the direction of where the doors led to the psych ward, where you would be with the rest of the girls that had all visited.

Leah had wanted to as well, she just couldn't find the courage to actually take the steps and dipped out at the last minute.

"I hate you, Leah" The words that you shouted at her, played in her head on a constant loop.

"Uh, I don't know about that. I'm not sure if she's going to want to see me" Leah confesses, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"Le, you don't know that" Lia squeezes the blondes' shoulder gently as she tries to reassure her.

"I know that she hates me, Wally. You heard what she said before" Leah replies quietly, shaking her head as she takes another glance towards the doors.

"You know that she didn't mean that, Le. You know she is just a kid with a lot of feelings sometimes" Lia tells the blonde, smiling at her.

Leah looks a bit more apprehensive as she shakes her head. "There was so much hatred in her voice when she said, it felt like she did mean it" she disagrees with her.

"She was angry the other day though, Le and you even said that yourself" Lia reminds the younger girl.

Leah hums as she bites her bottom lip "But what if she doesn't want to see me? I know she's going to be angry with me for leaving her here in this place" she admits to the older girl.

"She's been asking for you every day since she has been here" The doctor pipes in, gently smiling at the two girls.

"Really?" Leah asks, blinking in slight surprise.

"Yes, Y/N has told me about the visits from all of the girls but the only person she mentioned that she actually wants to see is you, Leah" The doctor tells the blonde.

"See?" Lia smiles at Leah and sqeeuzes her shoulder. "I told you that I don't think Y/N could ever hate you or be angry, you know that, Le" she insists.

"I know" Leah bites her bottom lip anxiously, taking another glance at the door ahead. "I just can't help but feel horrible for making the decision and I'm weary incase she resents me for it" she admits, quietly.

The doctor frowns at them both. "I know it must have been hard to be the one to make that call but it was for the right one to give her the best possible chance to get better" They explain.

"You shouldn't be blaming yourself for this, Le. It's what was needed" Lia repeats the doctors words, so to speak.

"Yeah, yeah I know" Leah admits, pulling at the sleeves of her hoodie that she had on.

"You're nervous to see her?" The doctor asks, making the brief observation.

Leah can't help but snort slightly. "That obvious?" she jokes.

"I've been in this job for a while now, it's easy enough to pick up on things like this" The doctor chuckles amusedly. "Regardless of what may have been said, I have a feeling that Y/N will be happy enough to see you" They add in.

"SNAP" You scream loudly as you slam your hand down on the deck of cards that are on the table. "HA! I win!" You cheer in glee.

Kyra let's out a irritated huff while she glares at you. "Why are you so vicious with this game?" she asks.

"I want to win" You smirk and stick your tongue out at her, pulling the deck of cards towards you.

"Kyra, you're literally losing a child" Vic chips in, watching the game amusedly.

"Said child is a menace" Kyra mumbles as she pouts.

"Sucks to be a loser" You can't help but quip as you reshuffle the deck of cards in your hand.

"Room for a couple more visitors?" Leah pokes her head round the door and braces herself for your initial reaction to seeing her.

"LE!" You dart up from your seat and run to the blonde, abandoning the game of cards completely.

All feelings of anger had been swept aside as you were just happy to see her in the room. You thought you'd blown it when you told her that you hated her.

"Hi bubs" Leah instantly embraces you in her arms and kisses the top of your hair. "I've missed you, Y/N/N. I'm so sorry I haven't been to visit you" she apologises.

"S' okay, you're here now" You mumble, burying her head in her chest as you refuse to let go off her.

"Oi I'm here too, you know" Lia jokes playfully, knowing that you would want that moment with just the blonde.

"Yeah, yeah. Hi Wally" You grin cheekily at the older girl before you turn back towards the older blonde girl. "I'm sorry for what I said cos' I didn't mean what I said about hating you, I was angry and upset and I really don't hate you I promise!" You tell her honestly.

"It's okay bubs, I know you were upset and didn't mean it" Leah smiles as she squeezes you a bit more tighter than before, being careful in case she caught any of your bandages on your arms.

Moving to sit down on the now vacant chair, Leah plonks you down on her lap as she keeps her arms wrapped around you tightly since it was apparent you weren't going to let go any time soon but she was okay with how clingy you was after she hadn't seen you in a few days.

"Whats' been going on here then?" Lia looks towards the game that was previously being played.

"We were playing cards, but Kyras' being proper salty because she's loosing now" You grin, sticking your tongue out at the Australian girl.

"How do you even loose at that game?" Steph wonders.

"I didn't know you could even loose at snap" Beth chuckles, amusedly.

"Apparently so" Jen jokes, joining in with the two of them.

Leah can't help but laugh amusedly as she runs her fingers through your hair. "The doctor said that you're making good progress" she tells you.

"Mhm" You mumble, resting your head on her shoulder.

"That's good news!" Vic overhears the conversation as she smiles at you.

"Yeah, that means you'll be able to come home soon enough" Alessia pipes in.

Katie can't help but scoff. "She should've never been here in the first place" she sneers in the direction where Leah is sat.

"Katie" Kim glares at the Irish girl.

"What? It's true!" Katie exclaims in outrage, not backing down from glaring at the blonde. "You and I both know it, we all do! She should've never been here, she should have been at home with people that care about her" she insists.

"It's what was best for her" Leah fires back just as quick.

"Was it?" Katie scowls at her.

"Can you guys please not talk about me like I'm not in the room?" You huff and glance between the two older girls.

"Sorry kid" Katie apologises.

"Sorry bubs" Leah apologises.

"Hey, Y/N/N, it'll be good that you're getting out of hospital soon enough now" Kyra slyly grins at you, looking forward to the pair of you being able to cause mischief in no time.

"Yeah, partners in crime reunited again" You grin at the Aussie girl.

"No, no! Absolutely not!" Steph protests, shaking her head. "It took me at least a week to get the ketchup of the ceiling after the last stunt that you two idiots pulled" She adds.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You try to act innocent as you slyly smirk at Kyra.

"Oh, really? So the baking soda just happened to find it's way inside the ketchup bottle, did it?" Steph narrows her eyes' in the direction of the two of you.

"Maybe" Kyra can't help the shit eating grin on her face.

"I know that look, the pair of you are definitely going to be up to no good" Viv shakes her head.

Jen chuckles in amusement. "You two willl definitely be under a careful watch now incase the next prank gets out of hand" She notes.

"Sure, cos' I'm not going to already be watched like a hawk now anyways, right?" You remark sarcastically, peering up at the older blonde.

"What do you think?" Leah replies back, raising one of her eyebrows.

"You can relax, Le. I'm not going to attempt to kill myself again any time soon" You joke, not realising that now probably isn't the best time to make any type of comment like that.

"Y/N" Kim and Leah both scold you at the same time.

You huff when you realise the pair of them are already ganging up on you and remember that being the baby of the team definitely sucks sometimes.

"What? I'm just saying, I'm not gonna, well unless Leah attempts to try and cook dinner again then it's an easy way out-- Ow! What the fuck?" You continue to make jokes about the situation at hand, jolting in shock when you feel a light pinch on your thigh from said blonde you are sat on.

"Language" Leah states sternly, giving you one of her famous glares.

"That was mean of you to do that! Too soon to make jokes about it then?" You pout and rub your thigh to try and relieve some of the pain. "Yep got it" You add, smiling innocently at the blonde.

"So, I thought you weren't going to come in because it was hard for you?" Katie scoffs at the blonde, deciding to bring the subject up now that you were out of the room, having gone to grab a drink with Jen, Steph and Beth.

"Katie" Viv glances at Katie and exhales a sigh.

"It has been hard Katie" Leah admits, biting her bottom lip.

Katie scoffs again. "Oh? I'm sorry, I'm sure it must have been so hard for you, Leah" she deadpans.

"You don't know how hard it has been, Katie!" Leah shouts loud around the room, attracting a few looks in her direction.

"Wonderful" Steph speaks up first, exhaling a sigh.

"Not again" Beth mumbles, shaking her head.

"They're fighting again, aren't they?" You huff as you walk back towards the room with Jen as you can hear the raised voices from the two girls, who weren't seeing eye to eye now

"I think so" Jen agrees.

"Fantastic" You mumble, slowly walking back into the room.

"Oh? And how do you think it's been for Y/N/N? You made the decision to keep her in here!" Katie continues to argue with the blonde, not afraid to be open about her feelings. "You haven't even visited her once while she's been here" she adds.

The Irish girl really hadn't been happy with the whole decision that had been made but there was nothing that she could do herself to stop it from happening.

It had left a tense atmosphere between the two girls and they'd shared a few cross words ever since.

"It wasn't my choice Katie!" Leah insists, continuing to argue with the fiesty Irish girl.

Katie couldn't help but scoff and roll her eyes. "Sure, but you could have said something to stop it!" she fires back at the blonde, not willing to back down from the argument just yet.

"Girls lets' not do this here" Kim looks between the two of them as she notices you walk back into the room with the older girls.

"Katie, come on, just leave it" Caitlin takes a hold of the girls' hand to try and calm her down.

However, neither of the girls were willing to back down just yet.

They were both just as stubborn as one another sometimes.

"The doctors thought it was best since Y/N/N--" Leahs' words were cut off by you, walking in right at that moment.

"Tried to kill myself, I tried to end my life, and it would have worked if Leah hadn't ran in and stopped me, so everyone thinks keeping me locked up in here it will help to keep me safe"

The room is suddenly so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Whoops?

"Hey, at least the therapy is somehow helping to help me express my feelings now. Yay" You deadpan, plonking yourself back down on Leahs' lap as you rip open the packet of Haribo Tangfastics you had brought from the hospital shop. "So, does anyone want a sweet?" You offer, like you hadn't just said what you did.

[lunarw0rks]

Hii, I‘ve already asked a lot of creators but it seems luck is not on my side..😵‍💫

I‘ve just read your Story with Simon „Too old for you“ and am already in LOVE with your writings!♥️

Could you maybe write one with John Price and a younger reader(between 23 to 25) that is head over heels for the Captain but he doesn‘t really know what to do with the constant flirting of the younger Female.

If you can write it or not Thank you anyway for your amazing Stories!🥰

∘⋆․⊹․∘⟡˖*⊹ pining for price | headcanon/drabbles

Warning(s): sfw, hints of nsfw, age gap [reader is mid-twenties, price is late thrities/early forties], 141!reader, fem!reader Word Count: 569 ── 『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box

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──── AT FIRST, he thought you had picked up on mixed signals.

☆ like yeah, he's a handsome man. he's a natural leader, a supportive one at that. He started to question every interaction with you; had he been too forward unintentionally? were you confused?

☆ but it didn't take long for him to succumb to the flirting. the way you would playfully tease him, find him in every crowded room on the base and how you'd invite him to things he would otherwise have no interest in.

☆ would he show up? not unless it was just going to be the two of you. sometimes, he truly didn't have the spare time or energy to join you. others? he was using work as an excuse to rid you of his thoughts - which was no simple task.

☆ there was no fighting desire, though. no matter how old-fashioned, how respectful, how civil he was.

☆ your enamored expression through your lashes, had him weaker in the knees than he cared to admit. or ever would. perhaps, you weren't interested in him, but only the idea of an older man.

☆ but... you were never the type. not once had you mentioned a boyfriend/husband, not even a date you had been on. you only had eyes for him, it was obvious. even after months of remaining platonic, brushing you off intentionally and unintentionally — you were damn persistent.

☆ he admired the effort, whether or not he was ever going to cave. vigor is what he needed on his team; inappropriate or not. at least, that's how he would rationalize it anytime he'd indulge your flirting.

☆ Besides — he had very little game. his flirts could be downright cringe-worthy at times. either that, or they were extremely dated. it's a nice change, being the recipient of the attention for john.

☆ for many years, price thought he was long past his prime. wife, kids, home life; it was an afterthought, an oppertunity he let go of a long time ago. his life is work work work and more work...

☆ so, why not take the edge off every once and a while; and reciprocate the attention? linger a little longer at your workstation? even tell you he was proud of you in that sweet, raspy voice.

☆ however this little banter game ended, whether in your bed or his, or not at all — he cared little. it's not easy to get the captain soft, but somehow you had done it.

☆ the evening you had a nightcap with him, everything changed. the day was long, anxiety-inducing, but successful. no one was injured, no one left behind, and nothing catastrophic happened. for the first time in a while, his team was guaranteed safety until the next threat arose.

☆ you looked at him that way again. subtly looking the burly Captain up and down, all while you wrapped your lips around your glass. just the two of you, in intimate lighting.

☆ he could ravish you — but he wouldn't. not yet.

☆ restraint was always one of price's strongest attributes. he had to be in his profession and in his rank. why stop now? why not prolong the inevitable to enjoy the reward a thousand times more, later?

『 "should let me buy you a few drinks sometime, love. off duty. what do you say, hm?" 』

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 11

Hello! More supernatural fun with our boys and I finally got to write that sexy blood drinking between Eddie and Steve that I had been wanting to write for the longest time, but all my vampire Eddie stories kept turning out angsty and there was no place for it.

Got you now!

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

****

Steve was enjoying his time with Josh. The younger boy was enthusiastic and friendly. He had even won over Tommy, which Steve had previously thought impossible.

He was going to be sad to lose him to Billy and get Chase in return.

He was also more careful about what he said around the young teen and Tommy now. As much as he enjoyed Josh’s company the thought that he might spill gossip on the pack to Billy when he is forced to finish the remainder of his service with the coven.

He was really on edge now that the full moon was coming, too. He could feel it under his skin. The way the moonlight’s strength was changing his body on the cellular level. His mannerisms and habits were becoming more and more wolf-like and less human.

He could feel the wolf’s strength in his arms and chest. Its cunning and instinct taking over his ability to rationalize.

When he shifted himself, he was able to keep himself. But the full moon was different. It stripped away every human thing about him. Maybe it was wrong for his foster parents to be afraid of him the rest of the time, but even he felt it was warranted the closer he got to the full moon.

“You can’t be serious about having him here,” Carol was hissing at him.

Steve’s lip curled as he bit back a growl. “I don’t know why it’s such a problem. Josh is going to be there.”

“Josh is a human that can be manipulated,” Carol insisted. “Eddie Munson is a made vampire with ties to the town’s oldest living supe. A close familial tie no less.”

The growl started in the back of Steve’s throat and ripped from his lips. “You are only a keeper, Carol, may I remind you?”

She put her hands on her hips, decidedly uncowed. “Yes and we used to be friends before you got a raging hard on for curly haired nerds.”

Steve huffed through his nose. “You mean the smartest girl in school, the latest in the longest line of hereditary keepers from the Buckleys, and the man who saved my life? Are those who we’re talking about Carol?”

She stared him down. “You are already facing problems with the older crowd, not being mated to your female alpha, do you really want to start your third year as alpha banishing half of your pack? Do you even realize how weak you already look to Billy? You’ve only managed to raise one of his eyebrows recently after the attack. Before that he thought the pack was too lame to even bother with.”

Steve could feel his hackles rise. His lips properly curled. “Yeah and you Billy’s bitch, too?”

Carol stepped back, stunned for the first time. “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

“Someone is going around behind my back and telling Billy pack business, Carol,” he snarled. “You one of them?”

She blinked up at him in shock. “Jesus fuck, Steve. I would never. Why would you even think that?” Tears came unbidden to her eyes. “I wouldn’t betray you like that. Fuck.”

“Well someone did,” Steve spat. “Billy knew about Josh’s news about the moon days before I had even gotten out of the mayor’s office, Carol. Which meant that it had to be someone in the pack. Who the hell am I supposed to trust if I can’t trust my own fucking pack!”

She took two steps forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I get it now. You want someone you can trust watching your back on Friday, but it can’t be Eddie. Trust me. I know you feel like you can’t, but you just said you have to trust someone, so trust me.”

Steve let out a low whine. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to so badly. She was right, they used to be friends. Good ones, too. “I don’t know if I can,” he whispered.

She nodded. “I get that. I can’t go back and change who I was in high school, but know that I’ve got your back. Okay?”

He swept her up in a hug and held on tight.

Behind them in the trees, a darkness seemed to taint the woods around it. A malevolent force that was all at once pleased and angry.

****

Steve was suddenly bombarded with members of the pack coming up to him about his desire to have Eddie participate in the full moon festivities. Most of them were negative.

“I don’t know how you heard about this,” Steve was saying for what felt like the billionth time. “But I don’t see why I can invite the man who saved my life to have my back during the full moon.”

“Because he’s a vampire, Steve!” Nancy hissed. “I have tolerated his presence in your life because until now it has not inferred with pack business, so as your alpha female, I’m putting my foot down. He steps even a toe over the pack boundary and I’ll be forced to challenge you myself.”

And that right there was his biggest reason why he wanted Robin to accept the bite to become a werewolf.

Steve thought about making her submit. He could have. But he wasn’t pack alpha just because he was the strongest male wolf in the pack. Oh no.

Steve lifted his chin and stared down at her, until she crossed her arms and looked away. He smirked.

Nancy rocked back on her heel and Steve knew he had won.

“All right,” he said with satisfaction. “He won’t toe the boundary.”

Her head snapped up in shock, her mouth open and eyes wide. “What?”

Steve pursed his lips and half shrugged. “You don’t want him on the ground, that’s fine.”

He turned his heel and walked away, leaving behind a stunned Nancy Wheeler.

“Steve!” she called. “Steve! What does that mean?”

****

Steve was curled up with Eddie on his bed in the trailer.

“Why are they so against it anyway?” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear.

“Because they think that what happens during the full moon is sacred,” he huffed.

“I still don’t get it,” Eddie admitted.

“It’s this really stupid thing, ‘it’s not a secret it’s sacred.’” Steve rolled in Eddie’s arms so that they were face to face. “It’s just their way of not wanting to talk about it to ‘strangers’. Like Wayne hasn’t been to a few in his long life.”

Eddie scoffed. “It’s like they don’t realize that the world doesn’t revolve around them.”

“And it’s newer than they think, too,” Steve murmured. “According to Wayne it’s only been in the last decade or so.”

“So who arrived ten years ago?” Eddie asked, rubbing his nose along Steve’s pulse point.

Steve gasped. “That’s thing, I don’t know. I wasn’t a pack member at the time.”

That caused Eddie to sit up and look down at him. “What do you mean, sweetheart? I thought your dad was pack and your mom was bitten.”

Steve sat up, too and hugged his knees to his chest. “When I was seven or eight my parents were killed by hunters while they were abroad. It was really big news at the time. They were rich, well-liked, beautiful couple with a son at home.”

Eddie frowned. “I would have still been with my parents around that time. My mom would have been nearing the end of her cancer diagnosis, so I would have been focused on that instead of some news story.” He rubbed his chin. “So why were you removed from the pack?”

Steve buried his head into his knees. “No one has been able to tell me why I was fostered by a human couple and not a supernatural one. Only that it was right when Hop had gone off the deep after his daughter died.”

“So your parents are murdered by hunters, Hopper’s daughter dies, driving him into deep spiral, you get placed into the care of humans that are terrified of werewolves and abuse you...” he trailed off. “Honey, not to sound like a nutjob, but this is way too much of a coincidence to be natural.”

Steve nodded. “Someone didn’t want my dad vying for alpha, probably because he was too clever and too liberal minded.”

“And I don’t think they were expecting you to come back to the pack after you graduated,” Eddie concluded. “I think whoever killed your parents, orchestrated the attack on you.”

“Shit.”

Eddie was right and that really sent a chill down his spine. “I don’t trust anyone in my pack, Eds. Not a god damned one of them. I’m so frightened and I don’t know what to do.”

“So instead of having me there, have Wayne be there instead,” Eddie suggested.

Steve looked up. “What do you mean?”

“There is precedence for it,” he explained. “You said so yourself. Because god damn it, Steve, I’m terrified too.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and gently lowered them back on to the bed. He nuzzled Steve throat, breathing in the thrum of life right below his skin.

“Let me take care of you for awhile,” Eddie purred. He licked up the column of Steve’s neck causing him to moan obscenely.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Yeah, babe. Take care of me.”

Eddie’s fangs extended of their own accord. “Honey...I want to taste you. So, so much.”

Steve shivered. “Just not on my neck where they can see.”

Eddie moaned at how hard that made him. He would finally get to drink from his werewolf boyfriend and he knew exactly where he wanted to taste.

He slid down Steve body, the other boy bucking his hips at the agonizingly light touch of his hands.

Eddie licked down Steve’s cock, causing Steve to arch his back.

“Eds...” he whispered. His whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string.

Eddie nuzzled his balls and Steve panted heavily, his words lost to pleasure already. He brought up one of Steve’s legs to bending at the knee. He kissed down the thigh until his mouth was in the perfect spot. Right there on that magnificent thick muscle was a vein much like the on the neck or wrist.

Again he nuzzled Steve’s balls with his nose causing his boyfriend to gasp. He licked the spot he was going to partake from and god was the scent even more intoxicating then the throat. His saliva would numb the area so he wouldn’t hurt Steve.

“Baby...” Steve moaned, his body was beginning to quiver and shake.

Eddie’s teeth sank into the skin and Steve came immediately, his body practically levitating off the bed as his cum painted his stomach with ribbon after ribbon.

It took all of Eddie’s will to focus on feeding instead of coming himself. Steve’s stamina was legendary and for him to come that fast did things to Eddie. So hot.

“Fuck.”

Eddie could only agree. The blood was warm and golden. It tasted even better without the taint of fear and silver. He took only a few mouthfuls because he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if he had gotten more than that.

Again he licked the area, this time it closed the wound. Eddie sat up and lined up his cock. He needed to come in Steve. He looked at him for permission and Steve nodded.

Eddie thrust into Steve’s ass and began to pound into those beautiful globes of flesh.

Soon Steve was coming again and Eddie followed soon after. Just seeing Steve come a second time was enough to finish him.

Eddie collapsed next to him on the bed.

“We are definitely doing that again,” Steve huffed, covering his eyes with his arm.

Eddie kissed his raised arm gently. “Yeah, sweetheart. I knew drinking made sex better, but holy shit that was a whole other level.”

Steve chuckled and curled around Eddie. “Agreed.”

****

Moon night approached and Steve was left without the protection of Eddie or Wayne. Despite Steve’s request for Wayne and bringing up precedence for him having done so in the past the pack was staunchly against it.

The moon came up and the pack changed. Their bodies rippled with heat and danger as humans gave way to their wolfish nature. Screams pierced the air. Screams that turned into howls.

The moon slid through the night sky and the pack surged forward as one.

The keepers watched on in silence.

Waiting.

Preparing.

Then the sun came up and in the middle of their compound was a puppy pile of naked bodies of all the werewolves, sleeping off the forced change of the full moon.

Suddenly Tommy came crashing in through the underbrush screaming and sobbing.

“Patrick McKinney was attacked last night!”

Steve leapt to his feet and Robin was at his side quicker than lightning. A slow dread filled his stomach as ice slid down his spine.

“Human or supe?” he snapped.

“Billy found him,” Tommy admitted, looking down at his feet. “He’s pretty sure it was supernatural, but the scent is too muddled, he can’t tell the kind.”

Steve looked around him and saw several of his pack with blood around their mouths and over their bodies.

“Steve!” Robin gasped as she took him in. “Look down!”

Steve immediately did as she asked. He too was covered in blood.

“What the hell happened last night?” he whispered.

****

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[the-night-that-feeds-if]

Hey everyone, dunno how long this might be, kind of doing a stream of consciousness style ramble about TNTF and me and stuff :)

alright so, tntf is getting a huge rework, this is my first if game ever, the coding is a little overwhelming, i know it’s fairly simple but it’s A LOT.

the reason i’ve been pretty quiet is mostly due to burnout, as some of you know i have health issues, i have crohns disease, i’m also autistic with adhd—something i love about this community is the understanding and acceptance for people/authors like me who may want to write but are just too stuck to be able to do it.

i know everyone is so jazzed for the next update, and i am too, there’s a few changes i’m making in regards to the technical aspects of the story, i’m removing stats, for the MC and for relationships. part of it is… i’m not a numbers person, trying to balance out the stats going up and down is a pain when this is planned to be a pretty damn long story. i also just don’t like it for my story personally, i don’t want you, as the player to feel like you have to game-ify personality or relationships.

this also opens the option for me to write more player responses to situations without having all of that annoying code in my brain~ MORE FLAVOR!

My writing has also vastly improved when it comes to fiction, a lot because i have been practicing so much while i’ve been sick (i’ve been playing with and writing AI chatbots on Janitor.AI, learning how to create a complex and realistic personality, an engaging character and world.) It’s been useful as a stress reliever and as a tool to help me write better, more descriptive etc.

on that note, smut in my game is also a very yes, i feel much more comfortable writing it now… heh.

i’ve also decided that all of my books are going to remain free, tntf was a planned three book series, it may just be one or two HUGE books, we’re going to have to see what i, and twine are capable of. but the story is going to span four countries and two continents of the world, so yeah.

the new rewrite is also going to slow things down considerably, because now we’ll have MC on a ship for four months as the intro, then meeting maddock and spending <insert amount of time here> with him while traveling to that little inn. it also gives me more room to introduce the characters a lot earlier but in their own POVs and not just while they’re with MC. i want the world to feel alive.

my decision to make and keep tntf free is because i want to.

i would not appreciate minors interacting with my content, but i also grew up with the internet, i know that no matter how much prevention we put in, minors are going to access our content regardless if it’s free or not. i just ask that if you are a minor and reading adult fiction, please don’t comment, dm or whatever, this is for your safety in the community as well as, i don’t want to deal with other people’s children on the internet, it’s nothing against any of ya’ll, you’re awesome, children are great but i’m almost 26, i really don’t want to deal with kids in what’s pretty much an adult space (i haven’t really seen books catered to the younger than 18 crowd, but like i’m saying, i’m more interested in forging connections with the adult community here, considering i am one, lmao *bats children away with pool noodles*)

i think that’s it

i might post more stuff but that’s my general direction

also to the asks in my inbox from last year on my birthday and forward… I READ THEM ALL AND APPRECIATE EVERY WELL WISH AND FEEDBACK, GENUINELY. i’m just bad at social media.

[todoroki-waifu]

Mitsuya x Reader

Warning: Female reader and cursing.

Scenario: Based on the manga chapter 198.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 901

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Just as promised from 12 years ago, everyone met at the Musashi shrine on June 19th to open the time capsules. You couldn't remember exactly what you wrote, but you were excited to see what your past self had to say. After greeting everyone and grabbing your boxes, the old Toman gang began to read their letters out loud.

It felt nostalgic listening to each other's dreams, bringing you back to your younger days. Who would've thought that up to now, all of you remained good friends. There was one person that you did wish you weren't just friends with though.

"Then how about you, Taka-chan!?"

Even hearing his name sent your heart into an irregular beat. You honestly felt like you were back in high school almost every time you were around Mitsuya. If you could write back to your younger self, it would be to encourage yourself to confess to your long time crush. Or at least tell someone trustworthy so they could find out for you.

Because years later, you're still wondering what would have happened if you just told Mitsuya your feelings.

"So, who's next?" asks Mitsuya, his voice refocusing you on the present.

"I'll go." You volunteered, eager to read your letter.

"Dear __(y/n). Hope things are good over there in the future! Any cool new stuff that came out? How about school? Did you make it and end up with the career you wanted? I hope so! Because I'm busting my ass over here. I hope you're still friends with everyone and that we're all still having fun. Also, did you ever end up with-" You stopped yourself before proceeding any further. "Oop, gonna skip that part."

Your audience groans out protests, some encouraging you to read your letter in its entirety. You argue back and stay firm with your decision. "No way! It's super private and kinda embarrassing!" You continue on, making sure to avoid any questions that involve you dating Mitsuya. Gosh, what the hell was your 15 year old self thinking?!

"Boo! You definitely left some parts out." Hakkai points his thumb down.

"Just leave it Hakkai. Let's respect her privacy." Mitsuya saves you from any more teasing. You thank the seamster then give the floor to someone else.

"Holy shit! I didn't know you liked Mitsuya!" You turn your head instantly to the voice behind you.

"Well you and everyone else knows now, you big mouth!" You could feel your face become warmer at the sound of some snickering and others suddenly questioning you. You avoided looking in Mitsuya's direction, afraid to see his reaction.

"My bad! I just happened to take a peek and didn't think about it!" Takemichi hides behind his hands while Draken calms the crowd so they could finish opening the remaining time capsules.

Once everyone had their turn, no one mentioned your crush on Mitsuya and started heading to the designated restaurant for dinner. You stayed behind a bit more, looking up at the tree where you buried your letters.

"Crazy how it doesn't feel that long." You jump at Mitsuya's approaching voice.

"Ye-yeah, guess it's because we still see each other pretty frequently." It was so hard to look at him, but you felt like you owed him an apology. "I'm sorry for what Takemichi said. I'm sure it was embarrassing for you and-"

"Embarrassing? Why do you say that?"

"Because of what I wrote? Don't you feel...weirded out?"

"Of course not. If anything, I wanna kick my younger self in the ass for not asking you out then."

"No way! You liked me back?" Your pulse quickens at the thought of you and your high school crush dating. You then feel your heart sink with sadness, reminding yourself that you're in the present and whatever silly feelings he had for you was probably gone. "But, I guess it's too late, huh?"

"Is it?" Mitsuya turns to face you, lilac meeting __(e/c). "I still like you and if your feelings for me haven’t changed, who’s to say that we can’t start now? Might be bold of me to assume that you still like me, but I've made a promise to not live with regrets."

"I would...really like that." Your face heats up, voice soft with your eyes avoiding his gaze. Mitsuya chuckles at your shy form, but he, too, is also feeling his stomach doing cartwheels.

"There is also another thing that I wish I had done before."

"What's that?" You asked then felt your face being cradled by his hands. You see him draw his face close to yours, sending your heart racing. It pumps faster the closer he gets, your breath stuck in your lungs.

"Oh fuck!" Mitsuya freezes when he's only centimeters away from your lips then gently releases your face. You both see Takemichi trying to quiet Hakkai as the tall male's jaw continues to drop.

"So-sorr-sorry! We just wanted to make sure you guys were coming, but we'll meet you at the restaurant!" Takemichi immediately turns Mitsuya's right hand man towards their respective vehicles.

"Guess we'll just have to wait until our first date." You laugh lightly, the heat slowly leaving your cheeks.

"Who says we can't get a preview?" Mitsuya leans towards you again, gingerly touching his lips with yours.

He probably shouldn't have done that because, now, he can't quell his desire for more.

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a good one - jack quinn

note: idk where i went with this, but i kinda like it! thanks for requesting!! also hughes sister is between jack and luke in age!

request: can you write about jack quinn (from the sabres)? you’re the hughes sister and you go to see jack and luke play in the playoffs. you bring jack quinn with you to meet your brothers and your family for the first time.

requested by: @hughesmoyle <3

gif not mine!

“as a member of the sabres organization, i can’t be seen wearing that!” jack made a face at the extra devils jersey you pulled out.

you laughed a little shaking your head, “it’s for my mom, goof. she left her own jersey at home, so i’m bringing my extra one.”

“oh!” he nodded to himself. “yeah, okay, that makes sense.”

you shuffled through your drawers, looking for your new jersey devils hat. 

“jack, i can feel you staring,” you said, still searching for the cap. “what’s up?”

“nothing — nothing,” he said quickly. “no, i — i just didn’t… i didn’t know your mom was coming too.”

you looked up at jack, abandoning your search for your new jersey devils cap. he was sitting on the edge of your bed, wringing his hands together and tapping his foot a little nervously.

you reached over and laid a hand on his leg.

“breathe, babe,” you told him. “they’re gonna love you. and if they don’t, too bad, because i love you.”

jack smiled, “i love you too… but i also hope your family will love me.”

you laughed, resuming your search for your new jersey devils cap. “they will,” you promised.

-

“and where is y/n?” you could hear your mother start to get antsy like she did before every hockey game she ever went to.

“i’m here! i’m here!” you laughed, weaving through the crowd, jack’s fingers intertwined with yours. “hi mom, here’s the jersey.”

“thank you,” she grinned, taking the jersey from you and kissing your cheek. “i’m gonna go change, i’ll be back.” she noticed your boyfriend, “ah you must be jack. i’m ellen, it’s so nice to meet you, i’ll be back in five minutes to introduce myself properly. quinn, you better be nice.”

“uhh…”

“she’s talking about that idiot,” you motioned to your older brother, quinn. “not your last name.”

“okay, that makes more sense,” jack laughed a little nervously.

“hi, y/n,” quinn hugged you quickly. he managed a smile in jack’s direction, “i’m quinn. y/n’s older brother.”

“jack,” your boyfriend introduced himself.

“no, that’s the other brother,” quinn said. “the one younger than me.”

“that’s his name you idiot,” you rolled your eyes. “his name’s jack, he’s not talking about jack.”

quinn furrowed his brows, “your name’s jack quinn? is your middle name luke?”

“stop it,” you swatted his arm. 

jack only laughed, “no, it’s not. y/n thinks that’d be too weird, but like i’ve already got two of her brother’s names.”

“at this point, luke’s just the odd one out,” quinn agreed.

“sit down,” you rolled your eyes, forcing your brother and boyfriend to take their seats. “now, let’s watch the game, and hope the devils don’t get swept.”

-

“i don’t even cheer for this team, but that was a fun game,” jack laughed as the two of you made your way to your apartment.

you nodded in agreement. between jack’s (your brother’s) fight, his four points, and luke’s first playoff point, the game was fun to watch as a devils supporter.

a few minutes later, the rest of your family entered your apartment, wanting to meet up before the boys went out to celebrate.

“congratulations!” you pulled your younger brother in for a hug. “quinn owes me ten bucks!”

“you bet on whether i’d get a point or not?” luke asked.

“correction, we bet on how long it would take,” quinn interjected. “we both knew it was gonna be today, i just thought you’d hold off until the last period — or even overtime.”

“well, it’s nice to know you guys believe in me so much,” luke muttered, laughing as he walked away to grab a snack.

you looked over at your boyfriend, who was deep in conversation with your other brother (the one who shared the same name as him) and your parents.

“what are we talking about on this fine evening?” you grinned, sliding in next to your boyfriend.

jack smiled at you, placing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side.

“we’re just talking about how jack used a literal wrestling move in a hockey fight,” ellen muttered. “that was… interesting to see.”

“i could become a pro wrestler, huh?” jack grinned.

“i mean you’ve already got a missing tooth,” jim agreed, causing all of you to laugh a bit.

jack had been scared at first, but after the first day, he’d begun to grow used to the missing tooth. he joked about it a lot, mainly because it wouldn’t be too hard to get it fixed. might as well make fun of it while it’s here.

you guys laughed as quinn joined, squishing in between ellen and jim, followed by luke, who sat next to you. 

you looked up at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as he joked and laughed with your family, fitting right in. you caught your mom's eye as she smiled at you. 

‘you picked a good one,’ she mouthed.

you grinned in response, nestling in closer to jack.

you really did pick a good one.

-

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Intro: All Access Pass

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Black!Reader

(Word Count:3.3K)

Synopsis: Eddie couldn’t just NOT enter the contest. With the help of his younger, tech savvy friend, Eddie and Dustin created a mini music video of sorts, showcasing how skillful of a guitarist he is, filmed atop his trailer. This is how he got to where he is now, backstage at a Blastoff Summer Fest, the summer's biggest, outdoor rock festival!

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All writing is in second person unless clearly stated otherwise. No Use of Y/N.

Cydonia Set List

Eddie seriously couldn't comprehend his current situation. He was really about to perform with Metallica… in a couple hours, but still, holy sHIT!

He and his plus one, Dustin, had spent the last few hours exploring the festival, and now they were backstage. The band currently on stage was in the middle of their last song. After them, there was only one more act before Metallica, and Eddie, was on.

Eddie's heart hasn't beat at a normal pace all day. It didn't matter the amount of sound checks he'd already gone through, he was still nervous as all hell to perform with his idols.

They were in a green room, watching a monitor that was displaying the performing acts. "You're gonna be up there, man! Can you believe it?!" Dustin exclaims excitedly.

Eddie shakes his head 'no', still in disbelief. “Nah, man. I really can't. This all feels so surreal.” Just as the current band can be seen vacating the stage, the spotlights turn on and the massive screens on stage change to start displaying a pre-show trailer of sorts for the next band. The crowd was cheering so loud, the two boys could hear the screams from backstage. They were chanting the entire way through the video for the next band. Eddie’s brows crease, “For a band I’ve never heard of, they are quite popular. Cydonia?”

“Oh yeah! That’s the band with the huge display in the front at TR.” Dustin said, referring to their favorite music store back in Hawkins.

“Hm.” Eddie nods. He recalls the fiery display next to the register, but he didn’t buy into it, skeptical of the stars.

Though the stage was blacked out, he could still see shadows of people walking onto the stage, the crowd roaring impossibly louder. The sounds of a resonating guitar could be heard as the band readied, counting down, before starting their opening song with a guitar riff. The crowd went completely feral at that moment.

Eddie studied the screen. The camera was zoomed out, showing the full band on stage. They really had a full band. There was a keyboardist, a drummer, a bassist, two guitarists, one being the lead singer, and a backup singer who had a multitude of instruments around him. Each member was dressed in all black with the lead standing out in blood red. They had a vaguely 1800s aesthetic, very theatrical. Each outfit was slightly unique, but all of them came together to create one cohesive look.

The intro to their opening song lasted a full minute, the band showcasing their musical talents using their respective instruments alone. It was truly amazing to hear and see so many musicians playing together in sync. Each musician was facing each other as if in a large jam circle, the only one truly facing the crowd being the drummer. Eddie felt a pang in his heart watching them. He wanted nothing more than to be performing like them, in a band with such musical chemistry.

After the first minute, the circle was broken by the lead singer turning to walk up to the microphone at the front of the stage, allowing Eddie to get a full view of the person. They adorned long, wild locks that fell into their face, giving them a grungy yet ethereal look. Eddie didn't know what to expect, but whatever came out of the lead vocalist's mouth was not it. The vocalist sang in a lower register, for a girl that is. He was used to most popular female vocalists of the time focusing on their higher vocal range. To him, those singers he’s heard of, though impressive, became annoying over time. This singer's voice was different. It melded with the music perfectly. Eddie could immediately understand the incredible hype from the crowd. They were utterly unique from most radio bands and artists, and they brought a sense of nostalgia, keeping the sound of rock and metal, the sound Eddie loved with all his heart, alive. 

After their first song, they immediately went into the next. Their melodies were dark, and their lyrics were cynical, but listening to their music created an almost spiritual experience for Eddie. Both he and Dustin were completely entranced.

“Do you want to go watch the show in the pit?” A woman’s voice broke their intense concentration on the screen. They both whip their heads and look at the graying woman with wide eyes.

“Can we?!” Dustin screamed excitedly.

“As long as Shag here is back in time for his queue.” The production crew member replied, motioning towards Eddie.

Dustin jumps up, “Yeah, sure. Let’s go!” He grabs a hold of the jean vest on Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him off the couch and out the door. The heavy bass of the drums and muffled guitar riffs could be heard echoing through backstage as they ran through the halls. They could hear the clear melodies being sung by the band and crowd alike, sounding like a choir. They had to ask a few random staff members to point them in the right direction as they went, but eventually they made it, getting to the pit just in time to catch the tail end of the guitar solo.

It was weird to be on this side of the fence at a concert, but it was exhilarating. The sun was almost fully set by now, so every light and effect on stage was magical, especially so up close and personal. By the time Dustin and Eddie the perfect spot, the final bit of the band's second song was ending.

The lead singer stepped back up to the mic, “Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. You’ve already shown us so much love.” They spoke directly into the mic, lips caressing the metal cover. Their voice was a little raspy, but soothing, the complete opposite of the usual energetic shouts singers give when addressing the audience. Just as they began to speak, the backup singer picked up an acoustic guitar, and began playing the opening riff of their next song. “It’s such an honor to be able to play alongside such talented artists and legends. For those who don’t know, we are Cydonia,” Another feral cheer from the crowd caused the lead to smirk and let out a small chuckle into the mic, girls and guys alike could be heard screaming at the top of their lungs in reaction to the singer's smirk. “And this next song is called Cirice.” Just on queue, the drummer hit two symbols, bringing in the keyboardists. A few more beats pass, before the electric guitars join in, mimicking the original riff played on the acoustic. The lead backed away from their mic and closed the space between them and the other guitarist. They both played in perfect sync with each other. It was genuinely mesmerizing. The next minute and a half was spent with Dustin cheering in Eddie’s ear along with the crowd, headbanging to the heavy music.

“I feel your presence amongst us,” The lead points out to the crowd,

“You cannot hide in the darkness.” Their hand made its way back to strum the guitar in time for the next beats.

“Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that's calling?” The world felt as if it was shaking. If it weren’t for the thunderous crowd and earth shaking music, Eddie would’ve thought the earth was quaking.

“I know your soul is not tainted

Even though you've been told so

Can you hear the rumble?

Can you hear the rumble that's calling?” Eddie was starting to feel a pressure in his chest. The singer’s gaze was taken from their guitar and out to the crowd.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” It was as though the song was being sung directly to him. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to move. Everything around him went dark, and the only thing in focus was the band playing on stage, the singer calling out to his heart. All he could do was stand there and watch as the lead focused their eyes back down to their guitar.

“A candle casting a faint glow

You and I see eye to eye

Can you hear the thunder?

How can you hear the thunder that's breaking?

Now there is nothing between us

From now our merge is eternal

Can't you see that you're lost?

Can't you see that you're lost without me?” Eddie's eyes were wide, full of emotion. His lips were beginning to form a pout. He watched as the singer reached out to the crowd as if offering a hand. During the second chorus, Eddie’s mind was somehow both blank and running wild. It felt as though multiple people were screaming in his head at once. It was loud, but he couldn’t distinguish a single thing, rendering the voices void.

The lead walked back and stood right next to the other guitarist, the bassist walking up to stand on the other side of them. They all stood in a line as they rocked out together, the bassist keeping rhythm as the guitarists swapped solos. Eddie felt a strong pull on his heart watching the musicians get lost in the music together. Even the keyboardist had a solo to shine, just before the arena went nearly silent, save for the three notes played on the keyboard and a symbol hit.

“Can't you see that you're lost without me?” The lights flashed with two beats.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” Eddie could have sworn the lead’s eyes fell upon him in this moment, looking at him with sadness and understanding.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” The singer closed their eyes and belted out the last word. Eddie felt like crying, his breath hollow and shaky. The backup singers repeat the chorus lines.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart

I can see through the scars inside you.” The last notes of the instruments rang out, the crowd going wild at the end of the song. Dustin’s loud cheers and voice crack brings Eddie back to reality. Dustin bumps against Eddie as he jumps up and down. For the first time, Eddie’s eyes are ripped away from the stage. He blinks away the wetness collecting in his eyes as he takes in the enthusiasm of the crowd and his friend. He was already emotional from the song and its lyrics, but now that pressure in his chest returned for a different reason, the burn of desire and pull of longing. He longed to be the one they were cheering for, God, was he a mix of emotions right now. His eyes were now wide with wonder. The environment was thrilling.

The end of the song leads directly into the next, the drummers hi hat counting the guitarists off. The next song was also emotional for Eddie. The last song made him feel vulnerable, as if the darkness and pain he felt was being called out in front of thousands. This song made him feel almost hopeful. He didn’t feel alone. He was able to enjoy the excitement of being front row at a concert. He bounced along with Dustin, headbanging and dancing around with his curly-haired friend. He felt good. He was smiling, wiping his curls around. He and Dustin played air guitar during the solos without even knowing the song. The bright smile on his younger friend’s face brought joy to his heart. It was like Eddie got to share an experience he wished he could’ve given to his younger self. They shared a crazed laugh after the song ended.

Every song after that was full of highs. Some performances were erotic, pleasing the crowd with the sensual roles the band played. Some were emotional, raw, songs of pain, songs of love, and songs of heartbreak. Overall the concert was euphoric.

Eddie and Dustin spent the few final seconds of the concert screaming at each other, jumping up and down. The band was leaving the stage, and the lights began to dim. Just before it went completely dark, the same lady from earlier came out of nowhere, causing both boys to jump in surprise at her sudden appearance. “Come on, hot shot! We need you backstage!” She shouts over the crowd. Eddie looks back at Dustin.

“I’ll stay here! I have the best seat in the house!” He shouts with a big gummy grin.

Eddie nods, “Wish me luck!” He said as the lady began pulling him away.

“You got this!” Dustin shouts after him.

Just as Eddie made it backstage, the lady let go of him, giving him instruction to stay close before she disappeared into the many moving pieces of staff. Eddie wandered a bit closer to the stage’s artist entrance/exit. As he got closer to the stage, he caught a glimpse of the band members he just watched perform. His heart stopped, a wave of excitement and nervousness washing over him. Eddie didn’t know where his confidence came from, but he walked right up to them, “You guys rocked!” He says enthusiastically, catching the attention of the few band members closest to him. He recognized them to be the drummer, the bassist, and the keyboardists. The three turned to him and smiled.

“Wow, thanks man!” The towering, slender drummer said with a big smile, nudging Eddie on the shoulder with his fist. “Means a lot.” Eddie returned a smile up to him.

“Hey, you were in the pit right?” The bassist points out, pointing a finger in Eddie’s direction. Eddie turns his gaze to the strawberry blonde and nods in response. “You looked really into it.” He chuckled.

Eddie’s face warms up a bit, and he shrugs, “I mean you guys were awesome. You all have great chemistry. I came in blind and was blown away.” The taller bassist raises his brows and nods with an impressed frown.

“Well, thank you.”

“Hey, aren’t you that guy who did that cover of Master of Puppets?” The drummer chimes back in, grabbing Eddie’s attention again.

“You’ve heard of me?” Eddie asks, shocked.

“Of course, we’re all big Metallica fans. Marley was the one who showed you to all of us.” He says pointing to the keyboardist on the opposite side of the bassist.

“Yeah! I knew you looked familiar!” The shorter, brunette says, snapping as her memory is jogged. “Great video! It was like a proper music video. I loved all the special effects. It looked like you were literally rocking out in hell.” The three bandmates shared a laugh, agreeing.

“Wow, thanks! I’ll have to pass that down to Dustin. He’s the tech genius.”

“Did you win a backstage pass or something?” The drummer asks.

“Yeah, the video was actually my submission to a contest we found in a magazine. I won and got invited to play with Metallica!” Eddie says proudly. The three band members all dropped their jaws, looking at him with wide eyes.

“No fucking way!”

“That’s fucking awesome!”

“You are so lucky!” Eddie boasts in pride as they all praise him.

“What happened?” Another chimes in. Eddie’s eyes follow the source of the voice. A figure walks around from behind the short keyboardist, now known as Marley. It's you. Eddie felt time slow as he took in your appearance.

Your dark hair was wild, curling every which way, some shorter strands sticking to your damp forehead. The hair on the left side of your face was tucked behind your left ear, the strands on the right side falling in front of your right eye. You were just tall enough to look Eddie right in the eyes but were still just an inch or so shorter. Your blood red coat was now undone, exposing the black undershirt. Eddie had to keep himself from staring at the exposed skin of your neck like a deprived little boy.

“Remember that video of the guy shredding Master of Puppets? He got invited to play with Metallica tonight.” The bassist states, pointing at Eddie. Eddie’s eyes make their way back up to your face. You were turned to look at the bassist as he spoke, giving Eddie a perfect view of your profile.

“Oh, really?” You turn to look at Eddie. He nods, unusually speechless. “That’s so cool, congrats, dude. You’re really talented. You deserve it.” You offer him a small smile. He returns the smile ten fold.

“Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, from you guys. You’re the real rockstars.” Eddie replies, rushed. You let out an amused huff through your nose.

The small keyboardist interrupts the small moment between you two, “Well, we’re all going to the pit to watch. We’ll see you out there!” The rest of them nodded. The three start to walk away, heading to their dressing room to change out of their stage outfits. You stay behind for an extra few seconds. Eddie felt as though you could see right through him. He is snapped out of his little trance when he feels a pat on his upper arm.

“Knock ‘em dead, rockstar.” You narrow your eyes and give him another small smirk, before walking away in the same direction as the others.

Eddie felt electricity running through his entire body. He stood there for an extra few seconds after you disappeared. A toothy smile crept onto his lips, and he slowly began jumping up and down, fanboying a little. He lets out a yell. Some of the staff in his immediate vicinity turn to give him weird looks. He stops making a scene and lifts a hand in a small wave as if to say ‘sorry, carry on’ to those who stopped to look at him. He smiled to himself.

“Eddie Munson?” He turned to find a guy with a headset and a clipboard scanning the area. Eddie raises his hand.

“That’s me!” The mustached man motions for him to come. Eddie jogs up to them, and they start listing off instructions.

“Alright, the guys are going to go out first. A few songs in, they will give you a queue to join them on stage. You’ll play then run back off stage in time for them to play their next song, just like you practiced. Got it? Good.” This guy was pretty cut and dry which Eddie raised a brow at, but he nodded none-the-less. Shortly after their one sided conversation ended, Eddie was ushered to the edge of the stage entrance. He still couldn’t get over being in the same room as his idols. They all turned to him and cheered.

“There he is!” THE James Hetfield said loudly. Eddie gets a couple pats on the back.

“Let’s go rock the house down, kid.” Lars said, giving Eddie a fist bump before the band heads out and to their places on stage. Eddie watches from the side, in complete bliss.

As the first song begins, the older lady from earlier hands him his guitar, smiling sweetly at him before walking away. He gives the guitar a kiss, “Can you believe this, sweetheart?” He throws the strap over his shoulder.

Eddie peeks out into the crowd and quickly spots Dustin losing his mind, bringing a laugh out of Eddie. Not far off from his friend, he could see a couple of the band members from before. He recognizes the three he met backstage. They were standing with another dark haired guy and a dirty blonde girl he didn’t meet earlier, but Eddie assumed they were in the band too. Eddie observed them all cheering for the legends on stage, then his eyes landed on you. You were singing and dancing with the dark haired guy he hadn’t met. The anxiety Eddie was feeling about his upcoming performance was quickly swapped with a pang of jealousy. He wanted to be the guy dancing and having fun with you.

“Eddie Munson!” Eddie’s head snaps back towards the stage to see James raising a hand in his direction.

“You’re on, kid!” Someone yells.

Eddie takes a deep breath. “You’re on, Munson.” He whispers to himself before running out on stage.

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Hi can i request a scenario where wizard Freader is like a mother and a teacher to jack(btw jack didn't know that she is a wizard ). When jack was a kid the freader is the one who teach him how to survive, fight and sometimes bake him his favorite apple pie so yeah long story short they have a great bond to each other.

In this scene where jack defeated heracules and many people throwing stones, trash and degrading him the reader suddenly appeared and shield her beloved child/student, and then she told them that if they dont want a murderer to fight then why dont they fight for the humanity you f*cking hypocrite? And then she made them shocked by reviving heracules.

Could you also write the ror reactions in romantic type and what would jack do/react when his mother/teacher caught the attention of the god and human fighters? Thats all sorry its too long!

-You watched your darling son and pupil from the stands, eyes wide as you see that he was upset, seeing Hercules fading away, a face adorning his features that you had never seen before.

-You found Jack when he was only a child, after he had killed his father, he was just a young child, struggling to survive, sleeping in an alley, freezing and sick.

-He tried to attack you when he first woke up after you took him home and nursed him back to health. He didn’t know where he was and he instantly lunged to stab you, but was stunned when you caught his hand easily, smiling down at him like you were amused.

-Jack was distrustful of you, not sure what to make of you, as you were hard to read, he couldn’t understand why, as if there was something blocking his abilities.

-The few colors that did peek out that he managed to see was concern, amusement, and a gentle color he had never seen before, the color of love.

-You doted on him, taking care of him, teaching him as much as you could, feeding him, and giving him a home.

-He first regarded you as his teacher and mentor, as you taught him so many different things, as he had never had a chance to go to school before, and he didn’t know if he wanted to go, but you weren’t bothered, teaching him math, history, and more literature.

-He enjoyed lessons about Shakespeare the most, as he had read many of his works when he was younger, and he loved to learn even more.

-You raised him to be a gentleman, with proper manners, so he could be a nice young man, but you did nothing to deter him from his violent actions.

-You knew of his crimes, and he was surprised when you did nothing to deter him, only smiling, almost sadly, “Sometimes humans are the worst type of monsters. I’ve met plenty in my life. But you are not one, Jack, not to me.”

-It was on that day that your relationship changed, and he began to look at you as if you were his mother, the type of mother he always wanted.

-As he walked out, heavily injured, which worried you, you could only see red as people were jeering at him, throwing rocks at him.

-As soon as the first rock hit him, you stood and leapt down, shocking everyone around you and Jack looked up to see you standing above him, your hand on his head, a pale purple dome covering the two of you, a barrier.

-You glared up at them, eyes blazing bright, “You humans call him a murderer, but he’s fighting to save you all! He did his part and now you want to kill him by throwing stones at him! If you’re going to call him a monster then you get down here and fight you cowards!!”

-Everyone was stunned, and Jack’s eyes were wide as he looked up at you, “Mama?” you looked down at him before you turned, holding your hand out to the arena and a ball of light formed in front of you.

-Jaws dropped as Hercules appeared before you, reforming, and as he opened his eyes, he gasped deeply, as if he had been holding his breath, completely stunned that he was alive again.

-You turned with a glare to the crowd who were all gawking at you, “There- he’s alive again! If any of you speak ill of my son again, you’ll be the one to take Hercules’ place!”

-Your words shook them to the core as you waved your hand, lifting Jack up as if he was floating and you headed backstage, Hercules quick to follow after the two of you, curious about what had happened.

-As you patched Jack up you explained to the both of them that you were a witch, and even when you met Jack, you were centuries old, and here in Valhalla, you were even more powerful, which is how you brought Hercules back to life.

-Hercules took your hands in his, holding them as he beamed down at you, “Thank you young maiden! Even though I lost, I am no longer going to fight for the gods! I am in your debt” you smiled softly at him before Jack slapped Hercules’ hands away from your own, pouting like a child, “Don’t touch my mother!”

-You couldn’t help but coo softly, thinking his jealousy was rather cute before you grinned at him, “Don’t worry Jack, Hercules is handsome, but I’m already in a relationship with Kojiro.”

-Jack froze, pouting before he lifted a hand, holding a knife and you put your hand on his, pushing it down with a giggle on your lips, telling him not to hurt your boyfriend.

[brittle-doughie]

Yooo, that mourning y/n cookie fic was top tier!♡ I gotta more uplifting request to balance out the angst with some sugar and spice😘

y/n sending some of their old books to the kid cookies, but inadvertently brings their old photo album instead: not only do the kid cookies, and some of the adults, see the usual mature but fun loving y/n cookie as either a rough and tumble gang member or a shy inverted geek (you can pick whichever would be more embarrassing for them), they also see some of the old photos of y/n cookie with old friends, new friends, and a few polaroids of their now crumbled spouse.... If you write one of them asking "who's that," istg-

- Drama anon🥀

Memories

Congratulations, you jinxed yourself, man.

And so, the jelly worm told the jelly frog, “Why do worms go across the playground? To get to the other mud slide!”

The crowd of young cookies giggled and laughed among themselves with that joke! Every one in this joke book you had never failed to brighten up with spirits with laughter. Even some adults around the library couldn’t help but chuckle a little at it.

You had volunteered at the city’s library to read some books you’ve brought to the younger cookies that came there. The staff did try to pay you for your time, but you declined. You’ve always wanted to share the wonders of what you’ve read in hopes the cookies might like it too. You did have plans that day, but if it was for the young ones’ sake, you suppose you can move things around!

“*sniffle*…can you read us another book? Please?”

“Tell us another book, Y/N Cookie! You have to tell us another book.”

“I wouldn’t mind listening to more stories from you, Y/N Cookie!”

You chuckled as you rubbed the back of your head nervously. You weren’t expecting them to really like what you brought, so it brought you relief that they end up liking it after all. You thanked them for doing so as you reached for your last one.

“Come on, what’s that last book you got there? I’m seeing some pictures on it…of you?”

“Y/N Cookie, is that really a book? It looks more like a….photo album?

What did they mean-your look suddenly changed to that of horror as you spotted the picture ridden cover of your photo album?! What the?! How did this happen? Did you accidentally leave the album at the bottom of your book stack when you took it with you?! Oh geez, you were incredibly embarrassed at what the others were already seeing on it. Photos of you on vacation, exploring a cave, you next TK’s machine you’ve just fixed while giving a thumbs up.

You quickly shuffle the album behind your back before awkwardly tell the cookies around you that story time was over for today and you’ll be seeing them next. You were already getting up to go before the young cookies started to make a fuss and you stopped there anxiously.

“*sob* You’re leaving already? But..I want to see the album…*sniffle*”

“Yeah, we want to look at the album too! Let us look at the album.”

“I want to look at it too, but if it’s too much to ask, I understand…”

“This is totally your choice though, Y/N. We aren’t going to pressure you if you don’t wanna.”

“I second that!”

Oh did you want to take the opportunity to just run on out of there in embarrassment and just hide under your covers…but seeing the hopeful look of the younger cookies with the accepting looks from the older ones made you ponder for moment as you think for a moment…run off with your photo album abruptly and be done with the day…or….you swallow your embarrassment and be open about your past.

You made your choice, you took a deep breath…

and walked out the door…

The younger cookies looking down saddened as the older ones just looked to the side, accepting that you valued your history, so they were not going to pry you about it…

….

….

….

Everyone looked up in surprise as the doors opened and saw you coming back in with a determined smile on your face as you sat back down with the photo album in your hands.

Sorry for walking out like that, you just had to put away all the books into your vehicle for a second there. Now, who was ready to learn a little more about you?

The cookies around you couldn’t get more interested and excited. The young cookies gathered in front of you as Bellflower and Pizza Cookie went to your sides.

You turned the album to your first series of photos, your school days.

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You were the shy, but incredibly smart one in your class. You didn’t do much to socialize with the cookies in your class, you just sorta stuck to yourself as you worked on your assignments.

This made you look more endearing to your fellow classmates as anyone who had a bone to pick with you for some reason would have to face a group of cookies ready to defend you from whatever accusations this bully was trying to say.

You weren’t exactly a small cookie, you just didn’t like confrontation all that much, so usually other cookies would come to your aid for you. Saving you the trouble…..and pretty much having that cookie hanging off you for the day.

One cookie in particular was White Cactus Cookie

She’s alive, y’all

Seeing how non-threatening you were just made White want to scoop you into her arms for a hug.

When it came to group projects, you were always paired with her, Cactus herself seeking you out immediately when the time to pick began. She’ll even strategically seat herself next to you in the event group projects did happen.

She introduced you to her friend, Black Garlic Cookie, whom became your second major friend in the school days. If someone needed to see you, 9/10 you’re with both of the girls.

When it came to cookies who thought you were an easy target, they were in for a scare as White Cactus would creep on behind them and give them a frightful jolt as she screamed. She would innocently wave them bye as they ran down the hall and out of sight.

She would hug and snuggle the hell out of you after completing a group project. She was so proud of you working so hard on it!

Here’s to a wonderful school year together with you and her~

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And that photo right there was White Cactus chasing off the cheerleading captain for taking her spot next to me during lunch. White Cactus..didn’t like it when other cookies tried to get all close to you. You two were the best of friends in school, nothing would change that!

“She sounds a little scary, but she’s a nice friend…*sniffle*”

“Those mean Cookies deserved it for picking on you! They deserved it.”

“It is nice to have friends there for you, even if they can be scary!”

“You were just minding your own business, I feel like they deserved what they got.”

“Cookies shouldn’t be bringing down each other! It was nice to hear that you had a cookie to look out for you!”

You appreciated the words from the others about your friend, White Cactus Cookie. You do hope that she’s doing well after graduating…

You shook your head off the thought as you turned to the next page-oh.

This phase in your life may be a little weird to explain…

Okay….

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Who would’ve thunk it that after having a fairly normal upbringing and graduating from school, that life would deal you a bad hand and you were at rock bottom. In any attempt to find a way to keep up with the rising payments, you had to locate a different kind of job…

In other words? You essentially became part of a gang.

They claimed to be..a crew of timeline hopping misfits? And they’ve picked YOU to join them!

Twizzly Gummy took notice of your situation and wanted to be merciful, how about a spot on her crew!? There’s always room for another! It wasn’t like you had any other choice anyway, once she sets her eye on something, she’s taking it!

You wanted to decline. Despite life being hard for you, you didn’t want to have to turn to villainy to help you out…but you gaze at the spread of papers with payment orders on your desk within your apartment….you were at a loss.

“Come on!! What do ya say?! Together with us, you can have all the coins you could’ve ever want!”

“Why work when you can just rob a cookie! Way easier if you’re askin’ me!”

“Think this through, bro. You won’t have to worry about paying for anything for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be in this dump anymore, that’s for sure…”

Again, you didn’t have a choice, did you?

And that’s how you ended up becoming the new cookie in Twizzly Gummy’s crew. Taking up a defender role, you donned a club and a shield as you became the wall that kept the crew from harm. Throughout your time with them, you only grew more sturdy and withstanding, evident in your dough, but you had never hurt a cookie during these robberies, you never could…

The coins from these heists proved true to their words, it was so much that you could actually start affording things you wanted, not just needs…it…got to you. Morals were suppressed as you went on these heists with your crew, you let the prospect of finally obtaining the things you wanted get to your head.

Until the reality of your actions hit you like a brick when an organization known as the Time Balance Department arrested the whole crew. The high of getting all of this coin came crashing down on you as you were carried off with the rest of the crew.

Thank Fortuna that whoever was listening answered your plight as you got a lighter sentence for your crimes. Despite all of the crimes you’ve committed, you never once used violence on others in any way, you were more of a shield for the crew to hide behind, the club was just to look fearsome.

You served your time and walked away a free cookie, clean from the whole situation, and started anew. One of the guards looked up your file and expressed sympathy. If you were ever in need of a job, there might be just the place…

The photos to signify this time in your life were the photos of you and the crew, with the last one being the only copy of your mugshot.

A concern did occur to you. What if the crew ever broke out of their prison, what would they do…and if they’re looking for you.

Note: Y/N Cookie’s backstory is totally up to you, the reader. This is just one of many that could happen to you.

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You covered your face in shame and embarrassment as the cookies around you had surprised and shocked looks.

You had to make it very clear to them that you wiped your hands of this part of your past. You paid to have it scrubbed off your record and you were a completely different cookie now then before.

You regretted ever taking that offer and you could only hope to make up for it some day. It’s fine if they want to stay away from you for that.

“B-but why would I do that…*sniffle*…you’re so nice to me…”

Eh? What-

“We all make mistakes, like Pawn White does without me. Hey!”

“You learned from your mistakes and became an even better cookie now. You never hurt another cookie and grew from this!”

“Yeah, as long as you did your time and realized that it was a pretty stupid thing to do, you’re all good.”

“I do feel bad for the robbed cookies, did you ever give back what those cookies stole from them?”

You brightened up once your turned to the next page. Now THIS is when your redemption arc began!

———————————————————————

You were pondering the offer the guard had given you. A spot…in the Time Balance Department? The exact organization that arrested you back then? Was this a good idea? Would they hold your past against you and reject your application? Your mind wandered oh so much.

Until you received a call. You jumped a bit before answering it and a voice called for your name.

“Hey, is this Y/N Cookie? Nice, the name’s Croissant Cookie! I’m an engineer at the Time Balance Department and have heard that you’ve shown interest applying here, at least from what I’m told.”

Well, it was nice to meet this Croissant Cookie! If she was calling you, then you assumed that you got the job?

“Yep! We looked over your resume and everything seemed to be in order! We know you might have had a crummy point in your life, but here at the TBD, you can do genuine work and it benefits other cookies too! It’s a win-win!”

That was perfect. After a pretty bad choice in your life, you were worried that you may have had a bad reputation there and could get your application rejected, so it was nice of them to have actually accepted it. You accepted the offer and scheduled later to see the place, your voice gaining a chipper and hopeful tone!

“Welcome to the TBD, Y/N Cookie. I have a feeling that if it’s like this conversation, then we can become the best of friends here. See you soon!”

You will admit, you were a bit hesitant during the initial hiring since their main deal was handling things related to time that you worry you could mess up something that could be pretty important. Luckily, you had a cookie to guide you through your new job, Croissant Cookie.

The photo to commemorate this part of your life was a photo of you and Croissant doing a thumbs up at the camera.

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You still work for the TBD to this day, repairing any machines that needed fixing and helping out your fellow coworkers with anything in that field. You were referred to as one of the TBD’s handycookies! Pretty interesting title.

“What a nice ending…*sniffle*”

“Working for the TBD? That sounds important! It does sounds important.”

“You made it through to now, Y/N Cookie. I’m happy to hear things are okay now!”

“That was totally redeeming if you want my two coins on it.”

“That answers my question. Still the Y/N Cookie I know in the end hehe!”

You thanked them with a smile as you turned to the end of the album…and come across some old polaroids of you…and an unfamiliar cookie.

These photos were much more intimate in nature, with you hugging and kissing them Cookie on the cheek, the cookie warmly receiving them with a happy smile. Your smile turned more solemn, but never losing its warmth as you looked at them.

You caressed your nonexistent thumb over the photo as you looked at it, looking back on the memory in your head. That day where you and that cookie looked at the sunset together, leaning on each other. You remember whispering your love for them and them doing so in return…you could feel a tear well up in your eye.

The cookies around you eyed the photos in curiosity. Lollipop breaking the silence by asking,

“Woah, that cookie looks very nice to you! Who is that?”

You turned to Lollipop with your almost sad smile.

Someone amazing…

[tossawary]

,,,,servant to a different king led me down a rabbithole into your forced marriage au and now I’m fucking losing it one both of them. Servant to a different king so far sounds very,,, hey share the weight except SQH has no one to keep him with the sect which sounds so very lonely. Did SQH not try to change YQY and SQQ’s fates while he had the chance to in Freeform mode? Or is this ability to do as he pleases to try and change the world a mew development? Or is this a world where SQH leaves the sect IN SPITE of all the people there who care for him?

Ah, in my opinion, whether or not Airplane Bro had the ability to change anything for Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu is largely up the fanfiction author in question. I believe he can accomplish quite a lot when he puts his mind to it! But it's not unreasonable that he simply had no leeway as a young disiciple or that the System wouldn't allow it. Or that he simply didn't know where to find them or what the timeline was! If he never gave the peak lords exact ages or never specified the year anything happened, I think that it's perfectly realistic that Airplane Bro could have honestly missed all of Qijiu's important beats just by not knowing that they were happening by virtue of not having met them yet. I think Yue Qingyuan is already the head disiciple of Qiong Ding while Shang Qinghua is still an outer disiciple of An Ding, so you could even decide to go with an interpretation where Shang Qinghua is supposed to be younger than Qijiu.

In canon, Airplane Bro just wasn't close with either of them, and that's reasonable. I wouldn't expect him to risk his life or his place at the sect for strangers. It seems that he had a preexisting relationship with Wei Qingwei before his promotion to inner disciple, but even that seems to put them at friendly acquaintances at best. I tend to think of the peak lords in their disciple days as having a "adults put us in the same room together because they think being similar ages automatically makes us friends" thing at the beginning, given how Shang Qinghua's mission with Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge went.

So, yeah, Shang Qinghua just doesn't have any significant relationships at Cang Qiong in the "servant to a different king" AU and the forced marriage AU. Airplane Bro is pretty irreverent about any potential loneliness in canon, honestly. I personally find it pretty interesting just how easily both Airplane Bro and Shen Yuan write off any possibility of romantic or even sexual relationships, out of practicality as much as an apparent lack of partners, and neither of them seem particularly torn up about it until forced to their peculiar breaking points. Shen Yuan at least seems amendable to friends, but I think this absence of deeper relationships is part of why Cucumberplane clicks the way that they do. I think this is why Shen Yuan mistakes the familiarity that exists between them due to their backgrounds for a deeper friendship than they actually have.

I'm maybe getting off track again? My point is that I have written a lot of fluffy Airplane Bro fic where he's forced to care about people, but that's appealing in part to me because he's an asshole! He doesn't really care about other people except Mobei-Jun and sometimes Shen Yuan. In SVSSS canon, I don't think it's unreasonable to label Shang Qinghua as a villain who just so happens to be on Shen Yuan's side sometimes? He and Mobei-Jun could have been a villainous power couple if they had gotten their shit together any earlier! In my AUs where Shang Qinghua ditches Cang Qiong for the Demon Realm earlier, it's kind of a "sorry not sorry" situation. He's quitting before he can be fired or executed. He's making rude gestures on the way out the door. He's probably telling Qijiu the truth about their misunderstanding in front of a crowd in order to cover his escape or maybe because he wants to cause drama. So long, suckers!

[eurydicees]

20? :)

uhhhh this one was a spotify wrapped prompt, um, last year. oops. anyways. i found this ask and started writing for it then i found this post by @osamusbigtits and then had to write about that. and long story short. have a fic.

tree rings & blood lines

summary: suna's sister comes to visit. they talk about the families they're born with, and the families they make. prompt: spotify wrapped #20, domestic bliss by glass animals; this post pairings: osamu miya/rintarou suna, suna & his sister words: 2375 warnings: child neglect, homophobia

When he was young, the first faces he looked for in the crowd after a game were his parents. Now, Suna barely thinks about them. Or, he thinks about them all of the time; he’s just given up expecting anything from them. Expecting them to show up. A younger him had been disappointed too many times. 

Now, after his games, he gets out of the locker room and makes a beeline for the Onigiri Miya food stand, where Osamu is finishing cleaning up and waiting for him. He leans on the counter of the food stand, on his toes and waiting for Osamu to notice him. 

“Samu. Samu. Samu. Osamu.” 

It takes a few tries before Osamu comes out of his own world enough to look up. He takes his earbuds out and stands up from where he had been crouched behind the stand, gathering up the leftover ingredients from the day. He smiles a little, his entire expression softening as he takes in the sight of Suna in front of him. “Rintarou, hey.” 

“Don’t I get a kiss for a good game?” Suna asks, leaning further forward. 

Osamu hums, pretending to consider it as he fiddles with one earbud in his hand. “You missed an important block in the third set, you know. Aran got a pretty impressive point.” 

Suna’s expression doesn’t change but for a slight curve to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, but I got him back in the fourth set.” 

“Good you did, because I had money on you guys.” 

Suna raises his eyebrows. “Oh, so you’re betting now?” 

“Tsumu was being annoying,” Osamu tells him, as if that explains everything. To be fair, it kind of does, when it comes to him. 

Suna is about to make some retort, but he only gets as far as opening his mouth before there’s a tap on his shoulder and he flinches. He straightens up and then turns around, ready to sign something or give a reluctant hug and take a picture for an over enthusiastic fan, but then the face in front of him registers. Familiar. Family. 

“Tsugoku,” he says, staring. 

She’s grown up: from his baby sister to a young adult, from braces and pigtails and acne and oversized t-shirts to a bright, white-toothed smile and long black hair falling around her shoulders. She has the same tilt to her smile though, still slightly uneven with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. 

“Hey, Rintarou.” Her voice is softer than he remembers, but then again he hasn’t spoken to her much since he graduated Inarizaki and joined the pro league, drifting farther and farther from their family until he might as well not call their house in Aichi home anymore. Fuck, how long has it been? He’s not sure he wants the answer. “You played great.” 

“Thanks,” Suna says, still slightly bewildered by her presence. “What are you—are Mom and Dad?” 

She shakes her head. “Just me. Can we—can we get coffee or something?” 

Suna swallows. He loves his sister, he has always loved his sister; he wants nothing more than to get coffee with her and catch up after all these years. But it also hurts to look at her: the spitting image of their mother with her dark gray eyes and perfect posture and long, pale fingers tapping against the back of the opposite hand. She used to bite her nails; does she still do that, or did their parents carve that habit out of her like they did to him? 

“Yeah, sure,” he finally says, just as the silence begins to last too long and she shifts uncomfortably. He glances back at his boyfriend. “Osamu, you coming with?” 

Osamu looks between the two of them, a crease forming at his forehead. “I wouldn’t wanna intrude on a family—” 

“You’re my family too,” Suna cuts in. “You can come.” 

Tsugoku looks like she wants to argue, but Suna doesn’t want to do this by himself. It’s been so long since he’s let himself think of his family: of the cold quiet he had run from, of the constant disappointment he had borne the weight of, of the hurt and resentment they had put on him. 

He has always loved his sister, whatever his gripes with his parents are, but she is also a representation of everything that he did wrong. She is also everything that they have always wanted, and everything he can never be. So he wants to see her, yes, but he doesn’t know if he can do it without falling back into old habits, old patterns, old griefs. 

“Sure,” Osamu says slowly. “If you don’t mind, Tsugoku.” 

Tsugoku schools her face into something more passive, something that isn’t bothered by the intrusion at all. The image of neutrality. A perfect mirror of Suna’s resting expression. He loves that they still share this skill, this face, and he hates that they had to grow up knowing how to do it. “Of course, I don’t mind at all.” 

She looks like she wants to say something else, but holds her tongue. Another trait they have been well taught in how to do. Osamu fills the silence. “How does the café near our place sound? It has good cappuccinos, if you still like those, Tsugoku.” 

“I do,” she says, smiling a little. “I’m surprised you remember.” 

“He can remember anyone’s coffee order,” Suna says, rolling his eyes. “It’s his dumbest and only party trick.” 

“Asshole,” Osmau mutters, but it’s fond. “I’m finished cleaning up, if you two want to head out now.” 

Tsugoku nods, and motions for Suna to lead the way out of the stadium. They don’t get stopped by anyone on their way to Osamu’s car, which Suna is grateful for. It had been a home game, so he was able to catch a ride to the stadium with Osamu rather than taking the bus with the team. The drive home is short and the ride to the café is even shorter. 

It also feels impossibly long, though, because it’s dead silent the entire way. Suna has never minded quiet, but there’s something itchy about this silence, something uncomfortable about it that scratches at the back of his neck and urges him to say something, anything. He wants to talk to Tsugoku, wants to know all about her life now, wants to tell her about his. But he also doesn’t know where to start or what he’s allowed to share. What he’s allowed to have. 

Or, he doesn’t know how much of himself he is allowed to give her—or, how much of himself she is willing to take. When he had left their parents’ place to live in Hyogo and attend Inarizaki, he had left because there were greater opportunities for him at Inarizaki than anywhere closer to home. He had left because he had seen a way up and out and he had wanted to see what would happen with a leap of faith. 

Then he had stayed at Inarizaki because he realized that leaving was the best thing he had ever done. He stayed because he realized the way his parents made him feel about himself was unbearable. He stayed because he realized the way his parents treated him was putting him in a pressure cooker bound to explode one day if he hadn’t gotten out when he did. He stayed because he found a different family. 

Here is the thing about family that Suna has had to teach himself: you can be raised with and by blood relatives, but that doesn’t make them love you. They can provide for you, but that doesn’t mean they want you. This is something he learned early on and is also something he hopes Tsugoku will never learn. It is something he was beginning to think she would never understand—not with being as angry at him for leaving as she was—and he was grateful for that. 

But, sitting across from her in the café now, studying the now apparent bags under her eyes and the nervous tick of her fingers and the way her gaze flits around the room like she’s ready to run, it looks like he was wrong. It looks like she is learning this just as he did. 

“What’s wrong?” he finally asks, after a long few minutes of quiet. “Why are you here?” 

“Can’t I just want to see my brother play volleyball?” she asks, licking her lips. 

He shrugs, tapping his fingers against the paper cup of hot coffee. It’s too hot to drink but he’s tempted to sip at it anyway. “I mean, sure. But I don’t think that’s the case.” 

She swallows, dropping her gaze to the table. She watches his tapping fingers for a long moment, leaving Suna and Osamu to glance at each other, concerned. “I…I needed some…space. From Mom and Dad. And I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” 

“We’re always happy to see you,” Osamu tells her, and Suna nods in agreement. 

“Thank you,” Tsugoku says, bowing her head slightly. She takes a deep breath and glances up at Suna, then ducks her gaze down again. “I—how did they take it? Mom and Dad. When you, um. Came out to them.” 

Suna stiffens. “What?” 

Tsugoku doesn’t look at him. Just keeps staring at the table, at the way Suna clenches his hands around the cup of coffee. “Like, what did they do? Or, like, say?” 

“I don’t…” Suna trails off. He feels off-kilter, dizzy with the embarrassed rush of blood to his cheeks. Osamu puts a hand on his wrist, just a gentle weight, a reminder that he’s there. Suna exhales. “I never really sat them down and told them. I don’t actually know how much they…know. About that. I just started dating men when I moved out and let them come to their own conclusions about it.” 

“Oh.” Tsugoku doesn’t look any more comforted or at ease with that information. If anything, she looks more on edge, more wired and keyed up, ready to run. For a moment, it looks like she’s not going to say anything else. Then, in a rush, a flurry of confessions: “I was so mad at you, Rintarou, when you left. You just—you left and you got to go to Inarizaki and do whatever you wanted and not care. I was so mad. I hated that you got to do that, and I had to—had to be—” 

She cuts herself off and Suna swallows down a burning in his throat, in his lungs, in his heart. “You had to be everything I wasn’t.” 

“Rintarou—” 

“It’s okay,” Suna says quickly. “It’s—it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Tsugoku takes a sip of her coffee and then flinches. It’s still too hot. She’s always been impatient, and it almost makes Suna smile. She sets down the coffee, moving her hands to her lap. Like this, she looks like their mother: sitting at the dinner table, fingers intertwined in her lap, head bowed, thanking their father for making the meal. Like this, she also looks so small. 

“I told them,” she murmurs. She exhales shakily. “I told them I’m a lesbian and they—” 

She cuts herself off. Doesn’t look up. Suna can hear Osamu’s breath catch in his throat. Osamu, whose family has always loved him so much, and so unconditionally. 

Osamu, whose parents told him that he would always be their son, that he would always be loved, that he would always have a home with them, that he would always have some place soft to land when he fell. Osmau, who brings Suna home for holidays and family reunions and who has never had to hear a single bad word about it. Osamu, who both understands, because he loves Suna and talks to him about everything, and who does not and cannot ever understand at all. 

Osamu, who is the light of Suna’s life anyways and always. He says, softly, not like he’s speaking to a broken thing but like he’s speaking to someone he loves, because this is Suna’s sister, at the end of the day, “If you need a place to stay, you’re welcome with us for as long as you need.” 

“I want to go home,” Tsugoku whispers. She finally looks up. “And—they didn’t kick me out, didn’t tell me not to come back, so I can go home, I can. But I just—the way they looked at me, Rintarou, like they weren’t even seeing me. Or like they were seeing something that couldn’t possibly be the same daughter they had yesterday. Like—like—like what I’ve done is unforgivable even though it was just my best friend and one stupid kiss. And I realized—it’s unfair, it’s stupid, because I’ve done everything right. And it’s still not enough.” 

“Yeah,” Suna says hoarsely, because there is no number of times he can say I’m sorry that will fix this. That will make any of this feel better. That will take away this feeling. Still, he has to say it. “Tsugoku, I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” she tells him, finally looking up. “I get it now, I guess. That you had to leave. It just—I’ve missed you, Rintarou. I’ve missed you a lot.” 

Suna swallows. “I’ve missed you too. You can be with us for as long as you want.” He takes a shaky breath. It’s a stupid offer, and it’s bold and crazy and he hates the sound of it, but he says anyway, “And if you want me to come home with you, and argue with them for you, I can do that, too.” 

He doesn’t want to go back. He doesn’t want to face his parents, knowing that they’ve rejected Tsugoku like this, knowing that they’d probably do the same to him or worse. He doesn’t want to be back in that house, the one that holds so many bad memories. He doesn’t want to, and he would do it for her. For the baby sister he failed to protect. But he can try again now. He can—he will. 

She laughs a little. Soft and still sad, but it’s a laugh all the same. “Thank you.” 

“Course,” he says softly. “Anytime you need.”

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways 💛🌻✨

pairings: Thomas Shelby x reader, Arthur Shelby x reader (platonic), John Shelby x reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: cursing

a/n: this came out more like a one shot, tbh, but I really liked writing this piece so I got carried away!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

There wasn't any other place like Small Heath. That little yet full of life suburb in Birmingham had something that enthralled you and made you go back each time you were able to get some time off from your job as a writer.

Something. Or rather, someone.

That someone being none other than the second-born of Polly Gray's nephews. Thomas Shelby. You could say that he played a great role in your life; a central role, even.

You fiddled with the ring that you wore on your left hand's index finger and took a deep breath before walking into the Garrison pub. It was nightfall, and the place wasn't as crowded as you remembered it to be.

“May I— oh, Y/n! Didn't recognize ya for a moment!” Henry, the pub's owner, exclaimed, as you stepped closer to the counter. You smiled at the familiar face, then, before you could even formulate the question, the auburn-haired man pointed to the private room that was usually reserved for the Peaky Blinders “They're having a meeting. I suggest you wait here, but I doubt they'll shoo you away”.

You muttered a 'thanks', smiling once again before turning to the door that led to the aforementioned room. You knocked twice, then paused and knocked three times more.

There was a distinguishable chattering coming from the inside, and more than one of the Shelby brothers cursed in annoyance. After a few moments someone asserted that you could come in, and you did so almost immediately.

Fuck. If you'd been able to say that word out loud, you definitely would've.

The first thing you set your eyes on was the bottle of Gin that was on the table, along with a few glasses and cigarettes.

“Y/n.” those words made you raise your head in order to meet the man's eyes. It was Thomas himself who'd spoken, whereas his brothers were speechless. “Thomas.” you responded “Arthur. John. It's a pleasure to see you again”.

Silence reigned in the room, and you fiddled with your ring once again. You were starting to regret going back to Small Heath— maybe, you thought, you could go to Galway instead and find new sources of inspiration there.

“Uhm... I'm writing a new novel” you began “Yeah. That's why I'm here”.

“You're lying” John pointed out, smirking “We all know why you're here, Mrs. Shelby.” “ You and Tommy have some unfinished business, eh?” added Arthur, who was promptly invited to fuck off by his younger brother.

After a few interminable moments of silence, John turned to Thomas and not-so-discreetly asked him whether he and Arthur had to leave the two of you alone. Thomas nodded, and soon after it was only the two of you inside the room. You sat down in front of him, and he softly smiled when he realized that the ring you were wearing was the one he'd gifted you many years prior.

“Mrs. Y/n Shelby... that sounds nice, eh?” Thomas observed, while lighting a cigarette. You nodded in response, and he kept on talking “We should have made the leap, a long time ago”

“Yes, we should've” you replied “But we were too young, Tom. The war— it has changed the both of us. Me, after the serving in the Red Cross. You, after the battle of the Somme. We couldn't take such an important decision when we were about to be sent off to God knows where and didn't know whether we would have come back alive or in a casket”

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke before he spoke.

“Well, now that we're back... What do you say we continue from where we left off?”

[impishtubist]

Factually, I know that there are a bunch of younger people in the marauders/wolfstar fandom who haven't actually read the books, but the thing I just can't wrap my mind around is: WHY??? And I don't even mean it in the sense of "these kids are ruining the fandom and should read the canon before they start writing fics" (well... at least not entirely). I mean that I utterly don't get it as a choice for them. Like, there is SO MUCH media out there that (a) has way better canon, (b) has canonically queer characters, and (c) wasn't written by a racist TERF. For example, Young Royals. In itself, a really good show. And if these new MWPP fans' fics are anything to go by, it has the exactly the kind of character archetypes, character relationships, and story lines that these folks are actually interested in seeing/reading. There's also Good Omens, OFMD, the (small but great) the Old Guard, etc. The options are abundant these days!

Now, for all I know, a lot of these folks might be in a few of these other better-suited fandoms in addition to MWPP. But why do they bother with MWPP at all? I get that MWPP & Harry Potter in general is a bigger, older fandom with a lot of existing content. But I feel like this newer pack of MWPP fans could really help build up more vibrant communities in the fandoms that genuinely suit them if they just invested their time & energy on that instead of on attempting to shoehorn characters & story arcs that they don't even (canonically) like into a form they enjoy.

I have many thoughts about this, actually! It's an interesting thing to discuss.

(I'm going to start out by saying that if you're a newer/younger fan here and you are reading this post...cool, you do you. I understand that the hyperfixation brain worms sometimes lead you places you didn't expect and you can't extract yourself very easily. But I'm still going to talk about how it 'tis a bit puzzling to me.)

This is not going to be universal at all, but I find personally that the fandoms I'm more active in are the ones where the queer relationships aren't canon, or are only hinted at very very slightly. Like, I wrote 18 fics for Good Omens before the romance was confirmed, and after that I wrote...1. I've written one fic for Maurice and 130 for Sherlock. I think that once the couple I want to get together is actually confirmed in canon, there's nothing left for me to do, you know? No more writing sandbox to play in. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic that Aziraphale and Crowley kissed and I cannot wait for season 3. I'm just not as compelled to write fic for that fandom now as I am for, say, Temeraire. So I can see people being more drawn to write for MWPP, with so many possibilities to play with and so many characters/couples, as opposed to Young Royals, which was a fun show to watch but I am not compelled to write anything for because the romance already played out on screen! Same with OFMD and Old Guard - LOVED watching them, don't really feel compelled to write for them.

Obviously this is not universal because those fandoms are thriving, but it's just kind of how my brain works.

Also, there must be something about the way that Sirius's and Remus's characters have been watered down/changed entirely for TikTok videos that is compelling to the younger crowd. I don't know, because I don't go there, but I've heard so many younger fans say they started shipping Wolfstar because of what they saw on TikTok.

So...yeah. I am as baffled as you! With the abundance of queer content out there not written by a TERF, it is definitely surprising to see the fandom gain new members. I am only here because Sirius Black grabbed me by the throat when I was 7 years old and hasn't let go since. If I hadn't been seized by the series at a formative age (and before her TERFness was known), I don't know if I would have gotten into it as an adult. But I can't speak for those fans! I can only speculate, like you.