#ask aunts name for help pls pls pls ask her if she can come help

[holyshtimgay]

New Years

Jinx x Fem Reader

Summary: Jinx wants to meet your family but you haven't told them that you're dating someone or that you're lesbian. Modern au.

Warnings: idk maybe some homophobic stuff?

Note: SOMEONE PLS REQUEST SOMETHING 🙏🙏 IM BEGGING!!

Dividers made by @strangergraphics

"Y/Nnnn" jinx wines your name. "What?" You asked. "When can I meet your family?" Jinx asked, wanting to meet your family.

You had already met her family, and chaotic they were. But yours? Oh they had no idea that you were dating someone, and they had no idea that you're gay. And honestly you didn't want to tell them, because they all are somewhat religious. And being gay in a religious town? Death, instant death. Your friends obviously knew, and your parents too. But telling the rest of your family? Ehhh, rather not tell them at all. Of course jinx had already met your parents, but your uncle and aunts? No way, sure you had a couple bisexual cousins, but full on gay family members? Yeah no

"Toots. Can I met them or not?" Jinx asked curiously. "Jinx, my family doesn't know" you tell her straight up. "What? Doesn't know you're gay or you're in a relationship?" "Neither, they don't know either one" "WHAT!!!" Jinx yelled, "Sorry but my family is a bit religious, and dirty minded." You calmly told her. "How do you even know about them?" "I hear you and your dad talking about seeing them on Sundays."

Oh. Sunday, Sunday was a family tradition. Every Sunday some one would come over to your grandma's and grandpa's house, and if not someone everyone. But on the holidays everyone came, and if they didn't they would be getting a earful from someone.

"Ok, I'll take you on New Years Eve okay? But we won't tell them we're dating till I feel comfortable with it okay?" You asked, hoping that she agrees. "Fine, fine toots, whatever makes you happy." She grumbles.

"We're here" you tell jinx. "Woah! That's your grandparent's place?" "Yeah the reason why we came early is so there's parking space, everyone in the family are shitty drivers, and shit at parking." You tell jinx. "You're helping with making food k?" "Fine" jinx responded.

"It's almost midnight~"Jinx whispers in your ear, teasing. "Let's find somewhere quiet" you responded quickly, leading her somewhere inside. "Jinx, I don't know if I'm ready to tell my family yet." You tell the girl, truthfully. "It's okay you don't have to if you're not ready toots, okay?" Jinx tells you, wanting to not force you into telling. "I want to tell them though, tonight." "Really?!" She asked, all excited. "Yeah, I wanna tell them tonight my love." "You promise?" Jinx asked, worried that you might change your mind. "Later, because right now, its only a couple seconds till midnight" you both look at each other and lean in to kiss, and as you two kiss, you both hear fireworks going off and people cheering. "Together for the new years to come?" You ask her. "No, together forever toots."

[asexualjedi]

Wait shit tomorrow is thanks giving can’t a bitch get a god damn break huh.

[lichenes]

Girl I think you should write some gut-wrenching angst pls and thank u 💞😁

SPOILERS FOR THE 4-6 EPS OF ARCANE 

...I'M SO UPSET. BRING ME BACK MY MAN. BRING BACK VIKTOR PLEASE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA or... a fanfic fueled by that^ Chroma!! I hope I did good cuz... I am being torn apart rn. LIFE IS PAIN. CW: established past relationship, implied break-up, uh oh... hopefully not too ooc.... wc: 760 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

“Herald.” The title was heard in the quiet presence of the orb emanating a soft light towards the messenger, an inviting albeit intimidating presence. 

Viktor opened his eyes slowly, not recognising the voice immediately. “Another person was just lead here and needs your help.” He nodded, giving a sign to invite them in. 

There stood you, holding up an old woman, providing as much support as you could in this situation. You weren’t in great condition either but your aunt was more important to you. You had tears running down your cheeks, begging, praying for him to not leave her on the threshold. 

“I can’t pay you much but I’ll- I… I will work for you and worship the ground you walk on just- just make her better.” His feet touched the floor as he stopped levitating. Murmuring he professed. “Bring her something to sit on.” 

You were whistling mindlessly stirring the pot with vigour. Suddenly your vision went black.You smelled the familiar scent of the lab gloves he wore so often and exclaimed. ‘Viktor!!’ You turned around and looked into his eyes with the warmth inversely proportional to his hands. His lips somehow always found yours.

Viktor put his hand to your aunt’s forehead and worked on her for quite a while. Meanwhile the person who lead you to him showed you to the home you’d be staying at while ‘The Herald’ healed her. “How long will this take?” You wiped your tears with your sleeve. He thought about it for a moment. “Not too long… feel free to say as long as you need to. Our hospitality knows no bounds.” You nodded, tears still occasionally welling up in your eyes. 

“Viktor, you need to get back to bed.” You said sternly. “Yes, yes I will in a moment I just- I need to note this down and I’ll be right back.” You sighed, giving up. Another night of solitude was in front of you and you couldn’t even muster the courage to- he kissed your cheek, reassurance he said. A promise.

You heard your name being called. Joy overcame you when you saw your aunt walking spryly into the small hut. “Dearie, stop crying. I’m alright now.” She made you bend down to her level and gave you the warmest hug you’ve felt in years. Her face pulsating with opalescent webs. 

You looked at Vikt- the Herald. Your eyes meeting his multicoloured ones. They were so inviting- so welcoming you just wanted to stare at them for hours at a time like you used to do. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” His lips left your forehead, he was sure you were asleep. “What?” He said with a worried chuckle. 

“Can you read minds?” You asked him when you two were finally alone. He mused for a moment. “I can do more than that.” You laughed bitterly. You turned around to get back to your temporary abode as he suddenly reached out his hand to you. 

You began to tremble. Oh, how you missed him, the real him. The Viktor you fell in love all those years ago. “Stay- stay here, with-” me. “You?” You said with reproach. “I leave all those years ago and you still come back to me like a-” You stopped yourself as he cringed at your words. 

Silence fell.

“You don’t whistle anymore.” He noted. “It doesn’t feel safe…” 

“You were whistling that night, when Sky- I could hear you through the vents.” You were laying on his chest and listening to his heart speeding up with each word he was professing. “Do you think I’m to blame?” You asked after a moment. His heart sped up more.

You turned back and held his face in your palms. You got closer. “I’ve missed you.” 

He didn’t raise his voice, he never did. He looked defeated. When you were walking out the door he held his hand out. You stopped just for a second and before you could get away he grabbed both your shoulders and planted a gentle kiss on your lips- a… goodbye. 

You heard an explosion. “Shit.” You ran out of the hut, hearing behind you your aunt calling your name. You knew what happened. You could feel a part of your heart being torn out. 

There stood Jayce. His hammer in his hand as Viktor lay there, lifeless. A scream of anguish left your body, escaping right with your soul. You ran up to Viktor cupping his cheeks. “N-no.” Jayce stood, unmoving. 

“I… I just got you back.”

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I hope this isn’t too much to ask for 😅 could you write something about a high school dropout user who’s doing really good in life, she has a girlfriend (use Jane as a name pls), she’s living really good in a fancy apartment, she has a good job as a sales rep and kinda streams on the side. But she has to go to a family reunion and so she takes some of the bsd characters with her (preferably dazai, kunikida, and fyodor) and her father doesn’t like that she’s doing so good without doing what he wanted her to do to succeed, but the bsd characters back her up and take her side and defend her.

Here, I hope you enjoy it. 

You are happy, and that's the most important thing

Platonic! Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader x Platonic! Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo x Self-Aware! Platonic! Fyodor Dostoevsky

Description: You are happy with your life. Unfortunately, you had to met with person, who doesn't like your current life. Thankfully, you have friends by your side.

Established Relationships (reader has a girlfriend)

Warning: OOC. Judgmental father. English is my second language.

🐾 Some people say, that you need to go to college, to be successful in your life.

🐾 But, in some cases, you don't need it. 

🐾 You were extremely lucky. 

🐾 Despite being a high school dropout, you manage to succeed in life.

🐾 You had a well-paid job, you had a fancy apartment, you were quite popular streamer. And, last, but not least, you had a perfect girlfriend. Jane was the sweet girl. She was the best girlfriend in the whole world.

🐾 And, after some events in your life, you got a bunch of new friends.

🐾 But, you wish, you didn't have to speak to people, who judge your life choices.

🐾 Unfortunately, you had to meet with him.

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"Are you sure, you want to take us three to your family reunion?" asked Fyodor, looking at you skeptically. You nodded and take a sip from your tea cup.

"Yea. Don't want to deal with my father's comments by myself?"

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"But why us? Why can't Jane accompany you? Or someone else? Why choose me, Dazai and Dostoevsky?"

You explained.

"Jane is out of town and won't be there during the family reunion. As for why you three... Well, I just want someone to support me. I could ask Gogol, Kaji and Q... But I am pretty chill with my other relatives and don't want to ruin the reunion for them. So... Will you three come?"

Dazai was the first one to agree.

"I am with you."

Fyodor nodded, still looking skeptical.

"I still can't see how we can help you, but, fine, I'm in."

Kunikida only nodded.

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🐾 Soon the day of the reunion come.

🐾 You and three of your new friends arrived at your grandparents' house, where the reunion will be held.

🐾 Some of your relatives were already there. They were curious about your life and people, who came with you.

🐾 So far, so good. No one was judging you, and your aunt wanted to meet Jane.

🐾 Kunikida, Dazai and Fyodor were doing great. They were talking with some of your cousins.

🐾 But, of course, something had to go wrong.

🐾 Your father arrived. And he was disappointed at you.

___________

"[Y/N], when will you stop fooling around and go to college? You can't spend all your life without proper education! I was doing everything so you can become a lawyer! And you are an ungrateful child, who burnt her chance for a normal life."

It... hurts. You wanted to be accepted by your father, but, he didn't want to listen to you. For him, you were a failure, who destroyed her chance for a good life, because she didn't follow his plan.

You were shaking. And then, your new friends back you up.

Dazai grinned, but his gaze was terrifying.

"And how did you succeed in this life? Your daughter is a good person, and she is happy with the life she has now."

Fyodor's eyes were cold as eyes.

"Your daughter has a bid appointment, girlfriend, job and hobby that she loves. In my opinion, she already has a good life."

Kunikida looked stern, like he was a teacher, disciplining your father.

"She is a hard-working person, who live her life at fullest, despite dropping from high school. So, don't you dare judge her"

You feel happy. It was great, that they were on your side.

Your father didn't know what to say. He looked away, mumbles something, and left the reunion early.

__________

🐾 The rest of the reunion were peaceful. No one was judging, no one was questioning if you are really happy.

🐾 You were in a good mood.

🐾 At the end, you were happy with your life. And it was the most important thing for you.

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'#if you need good f/m contemporary adult romances ask me!!!! I have so many recs!' hiii here i am, 🤲🏼 recs pls!!

Obvious authors like Tia Williams, Emily Henry, and Talia Hibbert aside... Here are some favorites -

contemporary

thank you for sharing by rachel runya katz -former childhood friends are reunited through a work project

finding mr. write by kelley armstrong - an exasperated author must hire a wannabe actor to pose as her because of her pen name

just playing house by farah heron - a stylists enlists the help of a former friend to act as her caretaker as she heals from major surgery, causing them to confront old feelings and wounds

hang the moon by alexandria bellefleur - she's the girl of his childhood dreams, he's the best friend's younger brother who grew up, so now what will happen when he becomes her personal tour guide...

out on a limb by hannah bonam-young - a one-night-stand involving pirate costumes has two people navigating a new phase in life

the heart principle by helen hoang - a violinist connects with the wrong man, both struggling with unconditional love as they weather through respective tragedies

business or pleasure by rachel lynn solomon - forced to help a d-list celebrity with his memory, a struggling ghostwriter gives her mediocre one-night-stand some tips

a shot in the dark by victoria lee - a young woman returns home, facing her tumultuous history between her substance disorder, her faith, and healing

contemporary with speculative elements

the seven year slip by ashley poston - a publicist on the verge of burn out discovers that her late-aunt's apartment can send her seven years in the past

a little too familiar by lish mcbride - come for the baby phoenix, stay for the werewolf and witch learning about the power of friendship and building a found family

witchful thinking by celestine martin - a misplaced spell makes a witch suddenly fearless, causing her to collide with the boy who got away

modern divination by isa agajanian - two academic rivals hide out in a cottage as another witch hunts to steal their magic

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi! pls dont feel pressured into doing this!! but could u write aunt may with little!reader who's been lately regressing more often and in a younger headspace and they feel bad abt it-

so one day little!reader just went quiet the whole day not playing their toys not asking for anything, just quiet. And its so uncharacteristicly not them! so May finds out whats happening and comforts lil!reader thank you!<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I’m sure ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| aunt may & reader

a/n: this got extremely self indulgent hope you don’t mind — also hi I’ve been gone for awhile but I swear I’m still working on requests and trying to write more, I’ve just had a lot going on lately and haven’t found as much motivation to write

warnings : reader being insecure about their regression, nicknames, reader is referred to as ‘bug’ cause I think that’s something may & peter would use :), slight baby talk

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May chews on her bottom lip watching where you sit on the couch, there’s a movie going but she can tell you haven’t been paying attention to it, you seem caught up in your head. As you have for the past week or so.

She had noticed the change almost immediately and tried to give you moments where you could tell her what was wrong in subtle ways; taking you to ice cream just the two of you, walking in the park with no distractions around, spending a few extra minutes combing your hair in the morning— none of it seems to be working. Even Peter has noticed your drop in energy and enthusiasm about playing with your toys or wanting to help cook dinner like you normally do.

It’s what May’s doing right now, most nights it’s you and May cooking while Peter’s out on patrol so he’ll have a warm meal to come home to. It doesn’t feel the same not having you next to her as she stirs vegetables around in an oiled pan, you weren’t there to list off each vegetables name or measure out the oil and May thinks it’s making the food look a little depressing.

She sighs and clicks the stove off, shaking her head to herself before turning towards the living room. She can’t take how quiet the normally loud and busy apartment is.

“Bug? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Your head turns to May with a nod as she slides onto the couch beside you.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit quiet lately and I just wanted to ask if everything’s alright? You know you can talk to me about anything.” A reassuring smile spreads over May’s face, staying quiet for a second to give you time to process the question and think your answer over. She knows when you regress it can be more difficult to answer heavier questions as quickly as you normally would.

“M’okay. Just feel kinda bad.” Her brow furrows as one of her hands comes to cup your cheek, concern clear as day on her face.

“Feel bad about what honey?”

“I’ve felt smaller then usual, I don’t like it.” You huff and May shakes her head.

“Why don’t you like it? You know I’ll watch over you no matter what.” It’s something that you joke about often, how May can’t refuse any caregiving role when her nephew is a boy that can climb on ceilings at any moment he so pleases.

“Can’t do as much when I’m smaller, I need more help and stuffs.” You shrug, shoulders hunched in a way that makes Mays chest ache.

“Oh sweetheart I’ll always help you, you regressing younger doesn’t change how much I love taking care of you.” Her thumb brushes softly against your cheek, eyes wide and caring when you look up to meet them.

“You sure?” You ask quietly. May’s mouth falls slightly ajar before she pulls you into her arms, squeezing tight like she does with every hug, tucking her chin atop your head with a shaky breath.

“Of course I’m sure, I’d never stop taking care of you.” You nuzzle a little further into May with a nod, letting yourself relax into her hold, letting the anxiety you’ve felt for weeks slip away and the comfort May brings replace it.

“Now, wanna come help make dinner Bug? Peter should be home soon.”

[kankuroplease]

Manda x Nisshoku hcs pls 🐍🖤

Some HCs I have for them (semi in order)

For Manda, it was love at first sight

This beautiful person just appeared out of the blue and made time stand still as she took his breath away

Then he remembered where they were and promptly escorted her out Ryūchi cave

Sho wasn’t sure what to make of Manda, but was very grateful he helped her out of a dangerous situation

So grateful, she shows up at Ryuchi cave again to get his name despite him telling her to leave and not come back

After watching her pace the entryway for some time, Manda finally decides to revile himself

That’s when he learns that her name is Nisshoku and she came to Ryuchi cave looking for answers about her father, Orochimaru.

Also, that she’s unbelievably trusting and relatively naive which makes him worry about her. She thinks he’s a civilian hanging out here because it’s “nice”

She kept showing up on the dates she promised to over the years to share meals with him as he was kind and didn’t make her feel anxious like others often do

When asked where she was going by Akiko, she’d simply say to visit her friend

He was easy to talk to and he didn’t recoil at the mention of her father. Nor did he refute her positive memories of her father, which was refreshing 🥰

Eventually he asked if her significant other wouldn’t be worried that she was visiting him so much smooth

And he had to fight back his smile when she told him she didn’t have one

By now Sho was very much enamored with Manda. Even if he wasn’t some rich guy like her mother had hoped she’d marry and he was a shinobi

She spent a lot of time cowering behind others, but Manda gave her the courage she’d always been missing

So when Manda asked if she would give him a chance as her boyfriend, she shrieked yes

Annoying a few of the cave inhabitants and starting any guest present

Sho had no issues paying for dates and things as she got a ridiculous allowance from Tora

Manda insists he doesn’t need anything. Her presence to feel happy and that she can save her money for treating herself

He won’t turn down a good book tho and Sho uses that to her advantage when looking for gifts for him

By then he would be working with her Hoshigaki cousins (who were more than happy to have an extra hand with trades/muscle and they honestly can’t wait to see their aunts face when she meets the guy)

The pay is modest, but everyone is friendly and it’s closer to Sho 🖤

Manda said “I love you” first and Sho tackled him with a hug, because no, she loves him more

They tickle fight. More like Manda will tickle Sho because she’s highly ticklish and she’s been trying to find his tickle spot he doesn’t have one

PDA isn’t a problem with them but they don’t over do it. Simple hand holding and quick smooches

Much more cuddly/intimate in private

Because Sho burns in the sun, Manda often holds her parasol for her or puts his hat on her for protection.

Manda refused to let her wash lipstick stain off the jacket she face planted into and wore it everywhere because he thought it was funny

Sho loves the way Manda smiles and laughs. She thinks his split black tongue is so cute 🥰

Manda lets Sho’s albino boa give him kisses because it makes her happy.

They’re both night owls and sometimes put on shadow plays for tourists at the bathhouse or go moon viewing if the sky is clear enough

Sho did try to warn him about her mother (Tora), her mom (Akiko), and her father before meeting them

Manda wasn’t worried. He’s never overly worried about anything really.

He thinks it’s laughable that Tora doesn’t like how he looks and teases about polishing his scalp to make her mad.

He also insists Sho let’s it go because he doesn’t care about it.

They don’t need Tora’s approval or money

They had their wedding shortly after the war with Akiko’s blessings and official made Yugakure their home.

[euopligue]

Home Sick

Muichiro x reader| Modern Au | series pt. 1| pls don't repost

In the middle of August there you are in your room drowing in your tears. You just moved 8hrs away from your house or should you say your old home, not only you left your house but you left the city you grew up in and left youre friends all behind wondering if they miss you or not. "Y/n come and help me" was the words your aunt said when you were in a middle of a break down. "Coming" you said as you wiped your wet tears away from you face so you did what you were

Told and went downstairs to see boxes coming from a white truck

"Oh don't worry honey they'll like you plus your sweet kind and pretty they'll love you" said you're aunt trying to find you missing waterbottle "you don't know that" you replied sounding like you'll cry any minute now. "Oh I'm sure" said your aunt handing you your missing water bottle she filled up. "Now come on your mom is outside waiting for you, you better Hurry up" said you aunt pushing you out the door "bye-" you said before you were cut off by the door slamming.  As you got in the car you mom broke the silence  by asking if you were ready for your first day of school, you just nodded in return knowing 100% that ur not ready at all.

When you reached the school it turned out you were late, the hallways were empty and it was 8:43 so ofc school started. What a perfect way to start the school year you thought to yourself "May I help help you?" You turned around to see a tall lady with white hair and purple eyes with glasses "um yeah I'm new here and I don't know were I'm supposed to go rn" you said hoping you wouldn't get in trouble "Oh you must be Y/n L/n?" The lady questioned. You nodded at return " Oh then come along I'll show you the class your supposed to be in" said the lady walking away "your class is A4 right?" Said the lady still walking down the halls " um yea" you said looking down at your paper full of classes while trying to keep up with the lady " Oh then it should be right here" said the lady pointing a door that was labelled A4.

" here I'll go in with you to sort out things with the teacher, so you won't get in trouble" said the lady opening the door to see a class full of students watching a video on human cycle. The teacher sitting on the chair stood up paused the video and went towards the lady. The two were talking about you and how you were new here, while that was going on you could feel the whole class staring at you and it was quite embarrassing. After the talk the lady nodded and left the room while you were being introduced to the whole class.

"Everyone this is Y/n L/n please be kind to her and make her feel welcomed in our school since she's new" the teacher announced, she looked at you and smiled " well y/n you can go sit next to Muichiro over there" the teacher pointed at a boy in the back of the class he had long black hair and teal tips with teal eyes looking down at you. You nodded and walked over to the desk next to the boy covering your face with you hands becauseof how embarrassedyou were. There was a moment of silence before the teacher unpaused the video to the class "So you're Y/n?" Said the boy looking down at his pencil, you put you hands down and replied with a yeah. "The teachers were talking nonstop about you they thought you were missing or absent" said the boy still refusing to male eye contact. "Oh" were the only words that came out of your mouth. The boy giggled "oH" he said in a mocking tone.  You sighed,  this is gonna be quite hard being a new student you thought to urself

During lunch time you found out the boy you sat next with Muichiro had a twin brother named Yuichiro, but during lunch you were busy finding out which club you were gonna join. There were many choices like chess club, video game club but you choose art club since you were allowed to make origami crafts and ever since you were little you loved origami crafts so you thought it would be a good idea. So during lunch you went to the office to sign in for art club. "Oh hi there y/n" you turned around to see the same lady that you met in the beginning of school "hi" you said in return to the lady  "I see you joining the art club" said the lady holding a bunch of papers in her hand

" Oh yeah I heard your allowed to make origami crafts" you said in return hoping it was true " yup it true I know alot of people here that do origami, plus you might make some friends" said the lady putting down the papers on a black desk. There was moment of silence before you broke it " So I never got your nae, or you the principal here or sm?" You questioned " Oh no I'm not the principal here my husband is his name is Mr.Ubuyashiki" said the lady. You apologised for your miss understanding " Oh don't worry sweetheart it happens she said giving you a smile. The bell rang and it was time for class so you waved goodbye to the lady and went on you're way to your next class so you won't be late (again)

did author-San make a wattpad series on tumblr 🤔 Yes, yes I did 💅

[beardedhandstoadshark]

Hopfully comprehensive list about things in Zelda 2 that might be important for folks doing fan stuff for the game but don‘t wanna play it for expected reasons cuz tbf, yea the game is hard!

(because if I read "8bitrule is a deadly wasteland" one more time I‘ll delete my save file and go join the Yiga Clan XD /lh)

It got VERY long so I sorted into different categories for some semblance of order lmao. It goes:

Backstory

Plot

General info on Hyrule

Towns

General info on Link (+ move set)

Spells

Items

Collectibles

And other funky stuff

Hopefully this will be of help/interest to someone. And if not, oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not enough Zelda 2 stuff out there anyways, so more is always good!

I do like talking about this game so for extra info pls feel free to ask :3

Backstory:

2 Zeldas, the new Zelda is actually a great-great-smth aunt of Zelda 1, and the reason it‘s called "the Legend of Zelda“

Long ago, her bro (and his wizard buddy) pressured her into telling them the secrets of the Triforce she got from their dead dad. Zelda didn‘t tattle, wizard buddy tried to strike her down via spell in anger

Spell went out of control, put Zelda into eternal sleep and killed wizard buddy in one swoop

Prince lost sis and buddy, fell into remorse, locked her in a tower Sleeping-beauty style in hopes the spell would be reversed one day and decreed every princess shall be named Zelda from now on

Plot:

16 old Link chillin his life when a triangle starts glowing on his hand?? Asks Impa for help, she brings her to the magically sealed door where Zelda the First sleeps, cue Backstory

gives him crystals he needs to put in statues in palaces to unlock a seal on the temple that holds the Triforce of Courage (because he did not have that before)

All the bosses are guardians of the statues + Dark Link is his actual shadow that he fights against to prove his heart is pure enough to hold it

It was brought to life by some old guy hanging out there (never explained but he’s probs supposed to be a sage and looks a lot like the Old Man from Zelda 1, though much like all Wise Men in this game do)

Ganon has literally nothing to do with any of that, his monsters just really want Link dead so they can sprinkle his blood on Ganon‘s ashes and bring him back. (Since they need him dead, it probs needs a lot of blood)

Hyrule:

different areas : fields, woods, beaches, caves, swamps, mountains, deserts, graveyards, and one Lake Hylia

2 continents divided by sea, west and east + a small island that is one big labyrinth (named maze island)

different towns, all of them have the names of Oot sages plus Harbor Town Mido and Kazuto Town

the locations/"elements“ of towns do not match their future sages in the slightest (Saria gets water. Ruto‘s in a valley. Nabooru‘s by the sea, fully green and far away from the desert sands).

towns in West Hyrule are well connected via roads

East Hyrule has broken roads (if at all) and Kazuto is even completely ransacked by monsters

there‘s a new Kazuto Town hidden in some woods, while Old Kazuto is an actual Ghost town

Stonehedge is not only a thing but appears in multiple locations

Big Fairies are a thing, but they come without Water Fountains. Instead just hang out in the woods, stonehedge, wherever

streets are always safe. You will never see a monster as long as you stay on it. If you stray, monsters will spawn (though sometimes its fairies instead). If you run back on the street and a monster gets you there, the "battle“ will be empty and you can just walk out. Streets are always safe.

the main graveyard got the King‘s Tomb in the middle of it; has a secret tunnel to one of the palaces

there‘s a smaller graveyard near Death Mountain by Spectacle Rock that‘s apparently supposed to be the Zelda 1 graveyard -> Zelda 1 played in a small part of West Hyrule

third graveyard near The Valley of Death (name is accurate gameplay wise too ._.)

Towns:

very lively communities

different styles of houses, some have bushes, fountains (with drinkable water), different sections separated by gates, etc.

you have to climb on roofs and jump through windows to get into some buildings

Link can get multiple things here: free healthcare from a lady in red, filled up magic from an old lady in orange, a side quest that usually leads to either a new sword skill or magic spell. Those can always be obtained from a knight/wizard in the basement of the main building.

pretty much all villagers can be talked with and either give: generic Hi‘s, vague hints about the next goal, the sidequest, some praise him as the hero and wish him luck

Sometimes they also turn out to be Aches (monsters that look identical to villagers until you talk to them, upon which they turn into bats and attack); pretty much exclusive to the later/Eastrule towns

Link:

16y old and left his equipment at home, only got a sword and shield

Zelda 1 was years ago for him

learned to wear pants between Zelda 1 and 2 (they‘re brown, same color as his shirt. You could make it a onesie if you want to)

hair color‘s somewhere between brown and ginger

Left handed gang

certified recorder player

silly goober

given that Impa got to him so fast, good chance he‘s at the castle often enough

if botw Link is a parry god, he‘s a blocking god

shield is only small enough to cover half his body, hence him learning how to move it at hyperspeed

unnamed sword but the Magic/White Sword from Zelda 1 is on the cover so it’s most likely that one

gains new equipment throughout the game via dungeons

can gain exp and level up, but unless you specifically set him up pre/during his quest, you wanna treat this lad like he‘s maxed out

skills: stab, crouch stab, up jab (like the one from smash), jump/down jab (also like the one from smash, this is where it‘s from)

Spells:

Shield (turns his tunic red and up‘s defense),

Jump (lets him jump high),

Life (restores 3 blocks of HP; your max possible HP is 8 with all Heart Containers. Doesn‘t start out the most expensive, but unlike most other spells barely gets cheaper with higher magic levels, making it the 2nd most expensive in the log run.)

Fairy (turns him into a fairy; small, no fighting but flying, and lets you skip through locked doors! 3rd most expensive.)

Fire (shoot fire from your sword; some enemies can only be defeated this way)

Reflect (reflects magic attacks, lets you block spells that would otherwise go past your shields; basically magic defense)

Spell (turns some enemies into slime + unlocks a secret area in New Kazuto)

Thunder (rains thunder on the whole screen; needed to defeat a boss. Most expensive spell in the game, regardless of magic level.)

the other spells are all dirt cheap in higher levels

if you wanna be real detailed: one magic meter block = 16 MP, totalling for 128 with a maxed meter. A fully leveled (in mp) Link will use 60mp for Thunder, 50 for hp, 40 for fairy, 8 for Jump and 16 for all others. Otherwise, here‘s a table for MP usage across levels.

Items:

Candle: equivalent of the magic lantern, infinite light source. Unlike Zelda 1, this one doesn‘t let you commit property damage :(

Hammer: breaks giant boulders on the road, letting you access shortcuts. Also lets you cut down any tree tiles on the overworld, turning it into fields- Property damage is back baby!

Handy Glove: Lets Link crush blocks with his sword. Even more destruction and a good compromise for the lack of vases imo.

Raft: used to cross from West to East Hyrule.

boots: let you straight up walk on water, but only in certain places.

Whistle/Flute: is actually a recorder (flutes are held sideways, recorders forward. That‘s like. The biggest difference between these two instruments, bar the reputation.) Used to make a monster blocking the road disappear and summon a palace, similar to how you shrink a boss and drain a lake in Zelda 1. Doesn‘t let you teleport though. Does play the same tune, though. It‘s the one also heard in the oot intro!

magic key: the key to end all keys, lets you open all the doors in every dungeon forever (despite the name does not need MP)

Cross: regarless of what some more zealous fans of the series claim as a means to justify their unjustified bigotry, Christianity is not canon to the series. But much like other Japanese media, it sure likes borrowing from its aesthetics! Case in point, this item is just the Kirbo meme. It lets you see invisible ghosts so you can kick their ass. (you don‘t need it to hit them, but they‘re a pain to dodge/ hit even with it.).

Collectibles:

magic jar: same as ever. Blue fills 1 mp block, red fills all. Doesn‘t fill instantly, so if your meter’s got points left you can wait till its half full, use a high mp spell, and still get the rest of the points that‘d otherwise go to waste. Dungeons sometimes contain statues, which drop one jar (or start attacking you).

treasure bag: holds exp (money doesn‘t exist in this game)

key

doll: weird but surprisingly cute doll that looks exactly like a miniature version of Link and gives you an extra life. (The game has lives- if you get a game over, Ganon gets resurrected on screen.)

Bowl of Hearts: Looks, acts like, is a Heart Container. Gives you 1 block of HP; you start with 4, for a max of 8. Can be found wherever Heart Containers would be.

Magic Container: Looks like a filled jar; Heart Container but for MP.

Other funky stuff:

you rescue a kid that got lost in caves

has instances of Link talking in 1st person; one appears by looking under a stranger’s table in a house: "I found a mirror under the table“.

Everyone knows the man the myth the legend, the npc named "Error“, but there’s actually a 2nd guy named "Bagu“. As in, Bug. Game bug.

Bro has a pet Bot (this games‘ version of Chus) sleeping in his house. You can annoy it into waking up and it‘ll tell you where he is so you‘ll finally leave

the waters are NOT poisonous in the slightest (seriously, where did that come from) …but they are infested with jumping Piranhas.

Saria Town only lets people use the bridge connecting the 2 sides of the river if you‘re a citizen or get a permit from Bagu. Vaguely remember you could also take a long road around it tho

With 9.5 towns, a lot of greenery everywhere, and ACTUAL. FUNCTIONAL. ROADS :O This might be one of the most well-off Hyrules in the series (ironically >v<)

Aaaand *looks at length of this post^ ok yea that is enough lmao, I might genuinely hit the word limit here, oof. I‘m a rare Zelda 2 enjoyer can yall tell XD

[rosewritesfy]

Hi y’all! This is the First chapter of my new fanfic as seen above, it’s a Ramsay Bolton fanfic. It will switch between multiple characters povs, but mostly his and our main character my OC! Trinity Snow! ‘Bastard’ daughter of Ned Stark and younger sister to Jon, so in this fic, Jon was born a like two years before her, so he was two, when Lyanna gave them to him. Ty! Pls like, comment, and repost! I will write for any fandom, just give me names, and what you want and I’ll write it, stay safe little my roses ||🌹 🎀💕||

It was cold. Dark. The dungeons of Winterfell were underground. I couldn’t tell if it we’re night or not. How did I get here? I wondered. Only a few years ago, I’d lived here. As a bastard of course but still. I know what your thinking, Trinity how can you be so foolish? Haven’t I always been? I fell in love with a man who liked to torture people. But I knew him. He was better than this. Though that did not excuse his actions. Ramsay Bolton. A man many feared. As a kid he’d been so gentle and kind. Never mean to anyone. As he got older he became more and more obsessed with being Naturalized. Being a true Bolton. We shared this cell. And not too long ago, he’d been fighting my brother. He killed Rickon. And now I was stuck here. With a Man I should hate. Where did I go wrong? When did I make the wrong choice? Was it when I let Theon take me prisoner to save bran? No. When I offered to marry him, before he’d have to marry someone else? No. When I fled from winterfell not long ago to warn Jon? Maybe. When I let Theon kill Myranda? Someone who held the attention of the man I loved? No. When I betrayed my family to save him. Yes. But if you really think about it, it might have been that fateful day when I let my father go to kings landing. Yes let’s start there.

Two years ago;

“Arya! Give Sansa back her hair ribbon!”

“Mm, no! You’ll have to take it!”

“Arya Stark! A lady shouldn’t be running around the castle!” Said Robb, teasing of course, Arya was his favorite sibling.

“Sansa what did you do it make her take it?” I said weary. I was Sansa age of course, and I knew how she felt, Arya was tricky to handle but a joy to have around. Those two fight too much.

“I didn’t do anything, Trinity! I swear it!”

“Liar!”

“Arya did Sansa say or do something? And don’t yell, you’ll wake up Rickon and Bran.”

“Yes she did, she said I need to act more properly.” Arya said as she crossed her arms and pouted.

“Arya darling you don’t have to. Now how about you hand me the ribbon, and me and Jon will teach you how to shoot a bow, yeah?” Robb said as he knelt down to Arya’s height, hand held out.

“Fine. But only if Trinity comes too!” She said as she handed Robb the ribbon, which he then gave it Sansa who turned and walked away, with a stern look on her face.

“I’ll come just let me get changed. And you too, Arya Stark, you can’t run around your night clothes again.” I said as I got up and headed to my room. Today was going to be a long day. I made my way to my room, and grabbed the dress I’d made. Lady stark taught me and Sansa, and now she taught Arya. I was good. But I didn’t really like wearing the same type of dress over and over. So I had asked our aunt, Lysa who came to visit from the south, to borrow on of her dresses. And since then I’ve been making myself southern styled dresses instead. Sansa wanted to as well, but Lady stark said Sansa should wait. The dresses were a bit showy. Sansa pouted but I promised I teach her how once she was old enough as if we weren’t both 13.

I picked out a blue dress. It was made of a pale blue material. And a white under dress. With billowy sleeves. I was only in my chemise right now, so I threw on the under dress, then the over dress, and with the help of a made, laced it up. I brushed my hair, and slipped on my stockings and my shoes.

I walked towards the archery range, where Robb, Arya and Jon stood. Theon, Rickon and Bran, all sat on the grass as Theon supposedly told them a story. I joined Jon, on the right side of Arya, and watched as Robb tried to teach an impatient Arya the safe way ti shoot.

“What took you so long, sister?”

“I couldn’t lace up my dress on my own. I had a maid help me, brother. They seemed too occupied to notice if I slip away…”

“Are you really going to leave now? Surely you have something’s to do, sweet sister.”

“Mind you, I want to talk ti my friends. I’ll back in time to break fast with you guys.”

“Did you ask father, sweet sister?”

“I asked both him and lady stark. They said it was fine as long as I’m back soon, if Arya notices im gone cover for me, dear brother.”

“Alright.”

I nodded and made my way to stables where I saddled a horse, and set of for where the Boltons were currently staying. Not far from here. They’d been invited since the king was coming to see my father. We we’re having a feast. Once I got there, a maid answered the door, and I said I was here for Ramsay, she shyly nodded when I mentioned him, and went to fetch him. Of course Ramsay would sleep with a maid. Of all people. Ramsay came out with a grin.

“Thought I’d have to wait till the feast to see you, Trin.”

“As if. Not letting my best friend, wait to see me.”

“And how long are you staying this time? I can have them set up an extra chair at the table. You can break our fast with us?” I hated to see the hope in his eyes, must have missed his best friend.

“I can’t stay long, I’ll come and see you after our guests arrive though. Just wanted to see how you were.”

“Oh…No I understand. It’s alright, we’re fine by the way. You should probably get going. Yeah?”

“I should. Goodbye Ramsay. I’ll see you later then.” I said as I smiled and watched him go back inside and close the door. From there I left for back to winterfell. When I arrived Jon and Arya were still at the archery targets. Robb now sat with Rickon, while Bran and Theon walked up to me, as I dismounted my horse.

“And where have you been, Trinity?”

“I’ve been to see my friends, Greyjoy.” I teased him, as I saw bran smile and come to hug me.

“We must get back inside, don’t want to miss breakfast.” said Theon as we all started to walk inside. Lady stark, sat by my father at the table, and we all started to file into the room.

“Girls, I want you to be on your best behavior when we greet the king and his family later.” Lady stark said as me and Sansa sat down. Of course she was worried. Even if father was friends with the king we’d need to be good.

“We will be. Won’t we Sansa?”

“Yes mother we will be.”

Lady stark nodded and we all broke into conversations and started to eat. Later that day it was fun time to greet the king and his family. Lady stark had all of her kids, in order of oldest to youngest. Me and Jon stood behind Her and our father. The king was a fat man, with white skin, and puffy eyes. He greeted my father with a joke, and Lady stark kindly. The queen was second to arrive with their kids. She was beautiful, with golden hair, a delicate figure, and the red gown she wore was exquisite. Her son and the eldest was my age. He looked like a prick. Him and Theon would get along well. When everyone was done greeting each other. I slipped away to visit Ramsay as I promised. When I got to where him and his father were staying, he stood in the front, with a girl in his arms, they were kissing. It bothered me and I knew why. I had a crush on him. Of course I did. He was handsome. I let out a fake cough to let them know I was there. Ramsay and the girl stopped kissing and he looked at me with wide eyes, before smiling and walking towards me with the girl.

“This is Myranda, a new friend of mine.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Myranda.” I said politely, I was a good liar. Always had been, not even he could tell when I was lying. She was beautiful, more so than I could ever be. At least in my opinion.

“It is. Ramsay says only good things about you.” She said, but it wasn’t fake it was genuine kindness. Odd, most girls I met that Ramsay was with were rude to me.

“Well I must be going. Really only came to say hello. I’ll see you both at the feast then.” I said as nicely as possible before quickly getting back on my horse and riding away. Not looking back to smile at him like I usually did. Not to see the look of hurt that passed his face, not to see him tell Myranda to leave.

(Ramsay’s POV)

She left. I didn’t know if I upset her. She was my friend. My best friend of course. My only true friend. She was beautiful, and kind. And smart too. And I was completely head over heels for someone who didn’t want me. I should be able to have whoever I want. But not this time, not her. She didn’t know the many nights I lay in bed with other woman, pretending they were her. They weren’t. No one came close. And I stood there thinking maybe I should tell her at the feast.

[irndad]

Orbitational Pull

peter is disastrously bad at talking about how he feels. friends to lovers!

NOTE: tysm @gotkindabored for helping me post this, and also being all-around lovely! pls go easy on me, im VERY rusty :)

“Hey you,”

She hears it from the familiar corner of her bedroom, one that she’s used to. He sounds hoarse and out of breath, and his suit is slick with rainwater. She looks beautiful, of course. There isn’t a moment of the day she doesn’t steal his breath.

“Peter,” she says, voice low and careful, but even still- he can hear the honey-sweet affection his name is spoken through, “You’re early tonight, huh?”

He cracks a smile, and looks her over- he can’t help it.

He fell on her fire escape, one night. Her crappy college apartment, a shared place with her own room. It was months ago, feels like decades now. Of course, he knew who she was before that night. He knew she was the kind girl, who smiled at him every time she passed him in the hallways. He’s had a crush on her since was ten, when she offered him a chocolate bar the day after Halloween, when Aunt May had just packed a granola bar.

And when they got older- all through high school, he never had the nerve to say a damn word to her. And the worse thing about it was, she became his friend. Became close enough to him that he could memorize the curve of her lips just from the sheer amount he’s stared at them, close enough that her fingers brushed his enough times when seated next to each other, it was torture to consider if he’d ever get to be the one to interlock them. He’d wanted to tell her, planned on it, thought about it every single day.

She only found out about Spider-Man when he’d fallen on her fire escape.

She’s gorgeous, he observes, in the low light of her bedroom. Her eyes are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and they never get less remarkable of a sight, even when he comes here almost every night. He peers at her with an adoring gaze, one that he’s sure can’t be too subtle.

What can he say to that? The sun has barely set, and their little pattern they have, of coming to her after a patrol to eat microwaved ramen and watch some show on Netflix, was all he thought about all week?

“I guess I’m getting lazy,” he quips, with a half upturned smirk, before sitting on her bed, “You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“How was your day?” She asks, her voice a sweet call of sympathy. She worries for him, which fills him with a selfish sense of rapture.

She worries for me.

“It was great, I just wanted to get it over with though. I’ve been thinking about getting a chance to sit down with you for a bit since first thing this morning.”

Did he reveal too much? He worries that every time he opens his mouth with her. It’s a miracle that she hasn’t realized how desperately into her he always has been.

The mask has been off since he entered the room, but when he is sat beside her, is when she combs through his tousled hair with her delicate fingers.

She smells like a rose.

It’s an ache, to want her like this. A little tragedy he carries around with him every day in his pocket, a bit of pain to sit beside him on the subway. Someone once told him that unrequited love was like an affection never known to its’ fullest.

He can’t imagine wanting her any more than he does now.

It’s a nice night. The rain made the swinging a bit more inconvenient, but honestly, it just made coming back to her that much warmer of

He studies her face, can’t seem to stop as she rushes around trying to find her remote to her shitty little TV she’s got propped up on her shelf. She’s got the prettiest eyes he thinks have ever existed, and the adorable way she crinkles her nose has him held in something of a trance.

When she finds it, she sits next to him. Actually, her thigh is touching his, and her Iron Man blanket draped over the two of them when she starts a film.

He tries to focus on the movie. It does not work.

In his defense, she’s very distracting, Her hair is up in the most adorable bun he’s ever seen, and she’s distracting, okay? Every moment he’s around her feels like she’s a magnet pulling him in, a force keeping her in his orbit.

Then, he notices it.

She’s wearing his sweatshirt.

And it’s like he can’t breathe, and it’s so fucking stupid, but- he left it here months ago. Didn’t even mean to, just brought it as a change of clothes so he’d be more comfortable than he usually is in his suit.

But she’d washed it, kept it, and worn it, and his brain is so fucking cruel to him. If he was her boyfriend, he’d give her all of his sweaters, tease her about it but still get to marvel that the woman he adored- she would be his.

“You okay?” he hears her say, her voice cracking through the haze of desperation he’s trapped himself into.

“I,” he can’t think of what to say. His throat feels dry, feels like it’s frozen. Everything he wants to say could break what the little haven he’s got now. And where would he be then, without her? Still, loving her feels inevitable, and he can’t not say what he wants. “You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

She preens. She preens.

If she were his, she’d have million reason to swoon. He’d be the best boyfriend he could ever be, if it meant seeing that look on her face.

It’s a glimpse into another life. A life where she’d be his to hold, his to touch, where she’d seek out his clothes when his own presence could not be found, and god, Peter would give anything to have her want him even half as much as he craves her.

“Yeah, is that okay? I can give it back.” Her voice is shaky and uncertain.

Don’t give it back. Keep it. Keep me.

“You look beautiful in it,” he murmurs, and fuck, he usually manages a joking tone when he says the things he means. But somehow, she’s gotten close to him, so close that she’s looking up at him with those eyes he keeps falling for, so close that her lovely fingers actually are on top of his now.

Her magnetic pull is not always one he can resist.

“Thank you,” she replies, voice so low that its’ almost a whisper, almost reverent. She’s unsure of herself. She pulls back a fraction of an inch, and he follows to meet the gap, because now he can smell the hot chocolate on her breath, close enough to her lips that leaving feels like a crime to his own self-preservation.

“We can change the movie-“

“Kiss me,” he whispers, more of a thought turned to sound than an intentional action, but he wants it, wants it like her orbit is pulling him, like the universe at large is begging for it to happen.

Drunk on how close she is, he cups the side of her face with one hand. He’s so fucking glad he remembered to wear his normal clothes under his suit to hang out because feeling her face in his hand without the gloves is pretty close to what salvation feels like.

“Please,” he says, “Kiss me.”

It happens slow, slower than he ever would have thought, but then again, he never thought this would happen in the first place. She pulls in and his breathing gets heavier, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted and yet more than he could’ve expected.

She tastes like cherry chapstick and her a taste he can’t seem to get enough of.

When she pulls away, she doesn’t get far- one of his hands is still on the side of her face, the other on her waist. God, did he never expect this.

He certainly couldn’t have predicted what she’d say, with her forehead pressed to his, the two of them slowly pursuing air again.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[sugawarassoulmate]

What if reader was the one who catches Osamu getting all handsy with himself? 👀

Like maybe she's been out for a while like business trip or a trip to an aunt that lives far away then when she comes back, she overhears the lady (over exaggerated moans) in the vid he's watching or she hears him groan out her name which prompts her to lean onto the door

pls because reader is definitely smarter than samu and knows the difference between actual moans and porn 🤭

words: 551 cw: fem!reader, masturbation, oral (m receiving), manipulation, corruption kink, minors dni

you flounder at his door, unsure of what to do, especially when your name falls from his lips. you've never caught him in such a compromising position before.

while trying to back away from the situation, you lose your footing and almost trip, letting out a small yelp. there's no way he didn't hear it, confirmed when he calls out your name.

"ya spyin' on me or somethin'?" he asks when you walk in the room, making no attempt to try and cover himself. in fact, he's still stroking himself as you approach him.

"i didn't see anything!" you blurt out, looking every which way but at him. "i came back a while ago and wanted to see you, i can go home..."

"why don't ya help me out?" osamu pulls you over until you're sitting at the edge of his bed. he brings your hand to wrap around his cock. "be a good girl and take care of me." with his hand over yours, osamu has you stroking his length, cursing at the feeling of your soft skin.

he's not sure what's better, the fact that you're back and that he doesn't have to fuck his own fist anymore or that you're so embarrassed to be doing this right now. osamu loves humiliating you, loves the dumb little whimpers you make. but you're so obedient.

you'd do anything he asked of you.

"baby, ya know what would really make me feel good?" he asks, leaning in to kiss you. he knows acting sweetly does something to you and doesn't mind exploiting it once in a while. "lemme use that pretty mouth of yers, okay?"

he loved how nervous you got. the cute little look you give him that silently asks, "what if i'm not good at it..."

"don't ya want to make me happy, baby?" and you do. that's why you settle between his legs and let osamu guide your soft lips to his hard cock. "i'll do all the work."

it takes all his power not to fuck your face the second he enters your warm mouth. he loves how messy it is, his sweet, innocent girl getting spit everywhere. he sings your praises when you use your hands for places your tongue can't reach, proud that he didn't even have to tell you to do it.

"fuck, that's my good girl," he grunts. he knows if he begs, you'll let him cum in your mouth. but osamu knows he shouldn't be so selfish, not when the other option is so much more fun.

"baby, baby get on yer knees fer me," he gasps, pushing you off before he blows his load. and, of course, you're kneeling pretty before him with your tongue sticking out. "i don't even have to ask, yer fuckin' perfect."

he's getting loose with his words, if he keeps going osamu's gonna say something stupid. he settles for biting his tongue when he finally cums on your face.

it takes you by surprise like it always does, a choked sob escaping your lips until osamu's done with you. he takes a second to look at you, cheeks stained with his seed.

"samu, please..." you whine. with a smirk, osamu grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom.

"that's what ya get for bein' nosy."

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[rosecoloreddesire]

Sugar Daddy Blues, 3

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Older!Elvis, Younger!Reader (by 10 years), Innocence Kink, P in V (wrap it up y’all!). 

Note: Thanks y’all for all the love on SDB! If you guys have any ideason how to further this series pls let me know! I was also writing a separate story and hope that I didn’t put the name in this lol. My DMs and requests are open! My finals for college start sometime this week! Love y’all! 

“Soooo, what happened when you left me at the entrance, Y/N?” Your skin flushed and you all but spit your drink out at the bar.

“Emily! I didn’t do nothin’! Jerry just asked me if I saw a girl's missin' purse! That’s it!” You fold your arms and a pout decorates your lips. She scoffs as she raised the tickets in her hands.

“Well, jokes on you! We’re going again tonight! They’ve got more songs to film!” Your heart skipped a beat as she placed the ticket in your palm. You hadn’t talked to Elvis since that night out of pure humiliation.

“Really?! Now, we’ve gotta go find some new clothes to wear!” You push your empty glass toward the bartender and he nods. How the hell were you gonna face the King of Rock N Roll?! You just sucked him off and went away! How was he gonna react to that? Why did you have to say it like that? 

“Well, I’m a good friend and wanted your suga’ daddy to go absolutely wild! This is just the bee's knees, Y/N!” Your best friend draws a leather dress out of a shopping bag and squeals. Your jaw all but dropped as you took the coarse fabric into your shaky hands.

“I am not wearin’ this, Em! You have lost your goddamn mind! I’d much rather ask them to dress me!” Your cheeks burned at the thought of how Elvis would react to you trying to match his all-leather get-up. Your mind ran rampant as you thought of him bending you over and proving then and there that you were his and his only. You shook your head as Emily giggled.

“C’mon! At least let me help you model it for a few pics! My aunt designed this dress and she said she needed it for a model!” You sighed but heavily agreed. You begrudgingly walk into the bathroom and pull the leather trap on. You huff as it hugs at your curves and you smile at yourself in the mirror. You look good….no! No, you can’t wear it to his special. Lord knows what he’d do or that damn manager would do!

“A lot tighter than expected but I got it on.” Emily clapped as she brought out her Polaroid camera. You pose the best you can while people in the bar are staring at you. You’re aware of the eyes but they don’t put you off but spur you on to keep posing.

“These are perfect! Now you don’t have to wear it tonight we can change real quick and call for a taxi to get there in time!” Emily grabs your arm and pulls you back into the bathroom. As you both change she helps you with her makeup. You feel an unnerving guilt bubble in your chest as Emily pats down your eyeshadow.

“I almost slept with Elvis Presley.” You freeze as Em drops the eye shadow brush in her hand. She scrambles to push her makeup away. Her hands grasp yours harshly.

“ALMOST?! Why didn’t you?! The Elvis Presley wants you,” you wince as you see the cogs turning in her head,” HE’S THAT GUY! Your suga’ daddy is Elvis?!” You shush her and place your finger on her lips. Her vision is ablaze with excitement.

“Could you scream any louder? Damn, Em! You know I’ve never done nothin’ with no one! How am I supposed to do that with Elvis?!” She continues your makeup and shakes her head. Your head swam in thoughts of every position you could think of Elvis putting you in. God, your daddy would kill you for these thoughts.

“Did you ever think of talking it out with your man? He knows you're younger than him so why wouldn’t he think you're a virgin? Maybe he’s into that?” She shrugs as she finishes your makeup and you sigh. You should’ve talked to him about it but you couldn’t get past your own pity. You brushed your clammy hands across your skirt and let your shoulders sag as she finished her hair.

“M-Maybe if I get the chance tonight I’ll talk with him. Though I doubt he’s gonna wanna talk to me after what happened.” Em took your hand and she placed a comforting hand across your cheek.

“You are burnin’ up, chick! We really gotta get him to notice you! And I know just how!” Before you can ask why she’s grinning so devilishly she pulls you along once more. You soon find yourself face to face with Jerry once again and he beams softly down at you. You nod and Emily tells you to hold her seat. You locate your seat and realize you are directly next to the stage…again. Great. 

————————-

“Where were you,” it was more of an injunction than a question,”He just started so hopefully they don’t catch us on film…What-“ Your scolding is interrupted by a further entire set. He looks magnificent as he strides in a black satin shirt and red scarf.

“Wow, he looks hot, Y/N.” She nudged your side with her elbow as you can’t tear yourself away from his stature. The filming seems to go by fast with him changing multiple times. Lights behind him glow red in the dimly lit space in his name. Chills run down your spine as you acknowledge this wasn’t a Christmas song. He went against his manager again. Though instead of being worried for him…you wanted him to keep doing this kind of thing. It made him seem more…alive. More him. His voice was blaring and controlling in the resonant space. Extras and staff stared on in awe as his emotion grew and the room filled with a sense of perseverance. A gospel scene is next and you feel awful as you feel the searing desire fill your veins. And who are you kidding? A whorehouse? He knew what he was doing at that point!

The filming ends as soon as it starts and claps erupt in the studio as he stands in absolute disarray of emotions. His life was hanging in the balance of this but you could see how much he tended to the melody of this special. Individuals are being placed back by the stage as Elvis grins. He waves you over and your skin is alight with craving at the short action.

“Did ya like it, baby? I still feel like I’m shakin’.” He allowed you to wander aside from him to his dressing room. You peek around to make sure no one was tracking you both or just observing. Your eyes dart up to where Elvis was gaping earlier and make eye contact with Elvis’ manager. His eyes bore voids through you as Elvis clutches your hand.

“I-It was great, E. Um, are you still filming today or was this just a trick by Emily and your friend?” Elvis lowers your hand and chuckles.

“I do have a little filmin’ yet to do. Though mostly it was to trick you back into my life. I was worried you weren’t ever gonna talk to me, princess.” He began to unbutton his pants as you stood there frozen.

“I-I didn’t think you’d want me. I mean we met once! I just wanted to give you an out-“ His lips are fierce against yours as his hand sifted through your H/C hair. You sigh as he jerks his fingers scarcely. His desire spills into your mouth, your fingers grip the collar of his shirt severely.

“I want you so bad that it hurts, princess. I need you to want me just as badly. God, darlin’.” His gaze never leaves your lips as his statement dangles in the air. Your fingers shake as you help unbutton his shirt. What the hell were you doing? Your fingers curled around the red scarf wrapped around his throat. 

“I want you, Elvis. Please, just- I’ll come to wherever your stayin’ after your filmin’ is done, alright?” Elvis’ face lights up and a brief kiss is laid upon your cheek.

“I’m gonna film this so quick, darlin’!”

“Don’t ruin your filmin’, Elvis!”

“C’mon!”

———————

“Soooo, bar time? Or suga’ daddy time, Y/N?” Emily fixes her pant leg as the two of you begin to walk out of the venue. Jerry is standing next to an expensive black car and waves at you fondly.

“Um, screw it! I’m gonna sleep with Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as Emily hoots and hollers.

“Well, you go have fun, chick! Call me and tell me everythin’!” You nod as you step into the car and thank Jerry. The ride is quiet but comfortable as you drive to Elvis. Jerry keeps small talk at a minimum as you feel your nerves rise within your body. Your skin feels hot as your body shakes.

“We’re here, Y/N.” Jerry helps you to the door of Elvis’ room and then excuses himself as he hears his friend’s footsteps beyond the door. Elvis is all smiles as he opens it. You follow him inside and he stops by a vanity in the corner. He takes a swig of whiskey and looks at you from the mirror.

“Look at you, princess. I think you should’ve come in this.” Your skin heated as he turned to you. He was wearing a robe once again but he had pajama pants on. Sadly. Stop it, Y/N. Polaroids fall out of his hands and scatter to the floor. You knew Emily was going to utilize those against you.

“My best friend told me her aunt needed a model. That’s all. How did you even get those?”

“Mm, I need one too. How about you model to me what you’ve got under that cute little piece you’ve got on.” He leans against the wall with a smirk as your eyes widened. You were going to kill Emily once this was over. How the hell did she even get those to Elvis?

“I-I’m not um. Wearin’ nothin' cute.”

“I think anythin' on your pretty body is cute, darlin’,” he walks towards you as you try to collect your thoughts. His large hands are warm as they gather at your waist. His skin burning through your clothes,” I want you so bad, lil' mama. Please, let me have you.” You nod as his body presses against you. Your conscience flying out the window.

“Fuck me, Elvis.”

“Who?”

“Please, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” His hands are calloused and rough as they lay against your throat. Leading you to lie against the bed in his room. It’s adorned in silk sheets and velvety pillows. You smile up at him as your arms wrap around the nape of his neck.

“You bring these fancy things with you everywhere?” He laughs and places a chaste kiss on your lips. A playful smirk glistens on his face.

“Only when I know I’ve got a pretty lil’ thing in my sight. Now I need to have you, princess.” His lips are soft and wet as he ravages your neck. You grasp a tuft of his hair as you let out a loud cry. His teeth scrape at the sensitive spot on your neck, shivers of desire running down your spine.

“E-Elvis, I’ve never-“ he interrupts you as he slips your shirt off your body. You stutter as he bites his lip, taking you all in.

“I know, lil’ mama. I’ll be gentle. God, you look divine.” You nod and grab his shoulders holding him close.

“I-I got myself r-ready before seeing you, daddy.” Elvis’ eyes roll into the back of his head as a broken whine etches from his mouth. He lifts your skirt and rips your tights apart. His finger circled around your clit. Your thighs shake as his eyes blacken observing you plunge into lust within moments. His lips are urging against your throat, lapping at the newly made marks.

“God, with that mouth. I gotta have you right now, baby.” You nod as you writhe around the pillows. The sensation of his finger alone has you begging for him.

“Please, I need your cock, daddy. Please. I’ll be good.” His hand finds solace around your throat and he bites his lip. He finally strips down and runs his cock between your folds.

“You gotta be kiddin’! I really wanted to be nice, darlin’! Fuck-“ Elvis plunged inside of you and your breath hitched. Your heart races as you get used to being filled up all at once.

“Elvis-“

“Breathe baby. You’re doin’ so good. That’s my good girl.” His hands rest on your waist as he continues to push inside of you. Your nails take down his back and he hisses in pain. He pants as you squeeze him tighter. His cock throbs within you.

“I-I,” you take a deep breath as you try to get used to the feeling of being split open,” you’re too big, daddy.” Your legs shook against his waist as his hips bucked forward. His resolve was dissolving as your bare skin rubbed against his. Your innocence was fleeting as your stripped body drew him in.

“You’re gonna kill me, doll,” his lip tight between his teeth as he stares down at you,” Fuck, can I move, darlin’?” He huffs out a shaky soft moan as you try to adjust yourself to his size.

“Please, I wanna feel you.” A deep growl thunders deep in his chest as he desperately clutches at your waist.

“I gotta have you now, princess.” His eyes are dark and commanding as he thrusts forward harshly. Your back arches and he compels you back down onto the delicate sheets. Your skin is burning against his as he lays his body against yours. His hips are furious among yours as he pumps his cock in and out of you. Watching as your pussy swallows his whole cock, your name drips off his lips as he cries out.

“Fuck! Elvis, you feel so good,” you grasp at his back, your manicured nails raking down his back. Hissing, Elvis bites your shoulder as his pace picks up,” please, more, daddy-“ his voice is deep, layered in need as he howls into your collarbone. His intoxicating need is being smudged in purple across your chest. His eyes never leave your body as he commits every single curve and every dip. You were made to be his sugar baby. Made to be his everything.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. You’re mine. My baby. My baby to spoil, right?” He accented his words with deep, harsh thrusts. You yelp as he flips the two of you over. Your body is on full display over the top of him now. His hands gripping your ass as you whine at the new angle of his cock. Your walls flutter around his cock as the desire in your core tightens.

“Yes, yours. All yours, daddy. Please, I wanna cum.” He nods as he slips his thumb to rub your clit. His eyes never leave your bouncing tits as you chase your neverending high on his dick. You roll your hips hungrily wanting to be marked as his as deep as possible. His thumb circled your desperate clit rapidly.

“Oh, baby. That’s it. My pretty little pussy. Such a good girl for daddy.” That’s it. Your body quivers with warmth and pleasure as you throw your head back. His hands wrap around your waist trying to keep you grounded. Your body convulsed as your orgasm seeps through you. A cry rips from your throat as he arranges his legs beneath you to pound into your dripping cunt. His legs shuddered underneath you as if he didn’t want this moment to end. His hand envelops your throat, you hold his arm as you try to anchor yourself. Another orgasm rips through you as quickly as it came. Your body shakes above his, grabbing you he brings you closer to his chest. Your bodies rubbing against each other.

“Please. Please. Cum inside me. I want it!” Continuous babbling falls from your lips as drool begins to pool on your skin. Elvis groans and his hips begin to stutter as his release begins. He’s grasping at your body like you’ll leave the minute he comes to. His teeth gnashing and gnawing on any expanse of your body that isn’t bruised and red. His hips continue to pump slowly in and out of you as his clarity slowly returns.

“That was not the way I planned our first time together, darlin’. God, you're still so wet. I’m sorry-“ you cut him off with a quick kiss on his nose.

“Well, you can show me for our second time together, Elvis.” You wink as you let his length slip out of you. He winces at the overstimulation and grabs a towel on the bedside table. He cleans you off softly, as he bites his lip. His seed poured out of you onto his sheets. You cover your face as he tickles you. Your giggles filling the space.

“Mm, I’m gonna stay your sugar daddy?”

“Have you found a reason not to spoil me?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Then no! Thank you, Mister Presley.”

“Mm, Round 2?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Elvis.”

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yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach 

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural 

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability 

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser 

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry 

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened 

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught 

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth 

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident 

needless to say 

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm 

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean 

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such 

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very 

v e r y

protective of harry 

you'd do anything for the kid 

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO 

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed 

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post 

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS 

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed 

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron 

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r 

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder 

again 

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him 

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body 

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth 

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius 

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad 

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man 

and lily potter did exist 

and there was a time where your family was complete 

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike 

not now 

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly 

you guys are back to square one 

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free 

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix 

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET 

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix 

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place 

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close 

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK 

SO 

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI 

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO 

youre a gazelle 

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius 

aLSO REMUS

icon

anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens 

youre there

you see it 

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse 

youre not sure which 

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine 

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps 

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff 

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s 

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive 

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage 

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug 

keen on never letting go 

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother 

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

SO

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER 

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT 

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT 

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS 

REMUS 

THERE ALL THERE 

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR 

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR 

ok so hear me out 

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague 

but you just knew 

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry 

so did lily 

she was the first one to say something 

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down 

james right there with you 

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries 

and he couldn’t do anything about it 

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad 

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man 

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost 

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that 

but the mood was somber 

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen 

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end. 

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further 

harry has to do this alone 

its quite symbolic actually 

the one time you'd let go of the reigns 

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother 

he’d die 

but you had to do it 

so everything goes as planned 

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king 

and the war ends 

when you got back home from the war 

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you 

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry 

any and everything you can get your hands on 

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had 

and your father’s unruly mop of curls 

the same wave pattern in your dark hair 

everything finally felt right 

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@pogueslandia

@vsawyer1989​

@lifeofkaze

@siriusement

@erinruby003

@maybesandohnos

@onlyfreds

@fullofsourgrapes

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“ did you just forget about me or something? ” and reiner pls i feel like crying today

i was JUST thinking about reiner (anon requested in a diff ask that the reader is female!) also i got a bit carried away, this is longer than it should have been :’)

(tagging these under keep reading bc i don’t want to clog the dash)

you were clutching onto the cream-coloured, gold-foiled, now tear-stained invitation like your life depended on it. his name written in pretty cursive letters, and underneath it, her name. her pretty, long hair came to your mind, the way she laughed at reiner’s jokes, how she hung her arm around him when you went out. oh, how many fights you and reiner had gone through about her. your best friend. and now there they are, not even a whole year after you and reiner called your engagement off, getting married in the forest you and her talked about since you first met.

reiner was staying in his old family home the night before the wedding. the bride would arrive next morning, it was bad luck for them to see each other before the ceremony. porco planned a reunion, said that reiner didn’t want a bachelor party. you’re coming, aren’t you? porco asked. and how could you refuse?

you knew it was selfish and low to think you could change reiner’s mind the night before what would be the biggest day of his life. but it was supposed to be with you. you were supposed to walk down the aisle into his arms, your name was supposed to be the one written in golden cursive letters, right under his own.

“we can leave if you’re not okay.” armin squeezed your hand, stopping at the front door momentarily.

“i’m fine.” you reassured your friend and pressed on the doorbell, patting your dress down before the door opened.

“armin and ___ are here!” eren was the one to open the door, bringing his arms around the both of you and leaving a kiss on your hairline, a silent ‘you got this’. stepping in the living room, all eyes fell on you, old friends saying their hi’s, getting up to greet you. makes sense. you hadn’t seen any of them since you and reiner broke up. standing between annie and bertholdt was the blond object of your affection and all of your pain, making your heart drop to your knees.

“___, good to see you.”

“i think niccolo needs help in the kitchen.” annie muttered and bertholdt followed her, patting your shoulder before leaving.

“congratulations on your engagement, rei.” the nickname slipped from your mouth easily, making him blush, but still smile as he offered you a glass of red wine.

“thank you. i wanted to let you know, but-”

“you don’t have to explain. it’s all fine.” you shook your hand with a polite smile. “how is she?”

“she’s fine.”

“my favourite cousin is here!” you felt a head poke at your stomach and two arms, too strong for their age, hold you tight.

“gabi, be careful!” reiner scolded his young cousin as you squatted down to be at the same height with her.

“what are you doing, you devil?”

“did you say hi to my aunt? oh, did you see jean’s ugly haircut? you have to try niccolo’s-”

“one at a time, gabi! and you’re right, jean’s haircut is horrendous.”

“horrendous?” she tilted her head.

“it means completely ugly.”

“reiner, you’re horrendous!” the girl exclaimed and ran off, making everyone around burst in laughter. you straightened your back and stood up, feeling your cheeks heat up. reiner was staring at you with the same loving look he had whenever you were around children. he would admire you and then kiss your forehead, whispering something about what a great mother you would make. this time, however, there was no comment, just a sad smile as you returned to a conversation about work.

as the party came to an end, you were cleaning the kitchen up, thinking karina would need the help. tomorrow would be too hectic for her to care about dishes.

“you would think a guest wouldn’t be washing dishes after the party.” her kind voice made you turn around. wiping your hands at a towel, you gave her a smile.

“sorry. i just thought you would be too busy tomorrow to clean up.”

“i would rather be in this kitchen tomorrow than that wedding.”

“don’t be like that, karina. your son is happy.”

“he was happy when he was with you. that vixen...” karina trailed off with a sad laugh. “i know this isn’t my place to say, and reiner would be angry at me, but he regrets hurting you. he knows he made a mistake.”

“thank you for that, but i doubt it. he looks happy with her.” you held her hands in yours, tears running down your cheeks freely, as well as her own. you hugged karina tight, her motherly embrace bringing more tears to your eyes.

“i hope he finds love, karina.” you whispered.

“i hope you find each other again, my sweetheart.”

“mum? are you okay?” reiner’s voice coming from the porch door startled you. you turned away from him to wipe your tears.

“i’m fine, reiner. i’ll go to bed, why don’t you two get a drink?” she kissed her son’s cheek and left, leaving behind a tension that could be cut with a knife.

“tequila?” he held up a half-empty bottle of your favorite, obvious in his face that he was the one that had drunk the rest of it.

“sure.”

the porch was quiet, a faint music still heard from the radio in the living room. you had taken your heels off, reiner had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and you were both staring at nothing in silence.

“so...”

“so...” you chuckled at the awkwardness, moving your feet back and forth from your seat at the bench. “are you feeling okay about tomorrow, reiner?”

“not really.”

“it’s normal to be nervous, i suppose. i’m sure everything will be fine once you see her.”

“what if i just left? took my car and disappeared, never saw her again?”

“would you be happy then?” such a simple question, yet reiner didn’t have an answer. tears made his eyes burn, and so did the strong scent of the drink in his hand.

“i guess we’ll never know.” he shrugged. “are you okay? after everything i mean.”

“are you asking to be polite or do you want the honest truth?”

“the truth, please.” the words came out of his mouth as a whisper. his eyes were burning from the tears and the strong scent of the alcohol in his glass, it was only a matter of time until you both burst out crying.

“i’m far from okay. i guess i just can’t come to terms with it.” you took a moment to stabilize your breath, “i just saw you so happy with her, all those posts on your socials, everything you did was rubbed in my face and i couldn’t help but wonder...” you turned to him, not bothering to wipe the tears that stained your cheeks “did you just forget about me or something?”

a trembling hand met your cheek, a calloused thumb wiping your tears away and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i’m so sorry, i’m sorry. i’ve never once stopped regretting it, but i thought you wouldn’t even want to see me.” now reiner was crying too and it was your turn to wipe his tears away as he leaned dangerously close to you.

“please don’t kiss me.” you whispered and got up, patting your dress down. “i’ll see you tomorrow, reiner. i hope you have a great life.”

the crowd at the wedding was suddenly too quiet for reiner’s liking.

“...take reiner braun as your husband? do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”

“i do.”

reiner was lost in thought again, until he felt bertholdt nudge him from behind.

“...to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?” reiner stared at the priest, then down at his soon to be wife dressed in white. turning to the crowd, people started to whisper at his hesitation, but his eyes only searched for you. you were frozen solid in your seat, lips pursed shut and tears wetting your cheeks again, but your chest was rising up and down, heart beating fast with anticipation. what were you expecting really? for him to say no and leave the wedding? with you?

“reiner, darling?” the bride smiled nervously.

“do you, reiner braun?” the priest repeated.

“i...don’t.” he said loud and clear, eyes watching you bring your hands to your mouth to hide your gasp. his mom squeezed your arm with a smile, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy.

as much as you loved reiner, you knew what it felt like to be left like that, to be heartbroken and confused. oh how you wished you could be happy as reiner mumbled an apology and the bride’s mother ran to her, how you wished you could smile when reiner walked down the steps and extended a hand for you to take. how easy it must have been for him and how hard for you.

[1-800-rosie]

no title ?? . | p.p

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a/n: i couldn’t decide if i should name this “waiting.” or “saved.” so for now there’s no official title. after reading this pls let me know which sounds better so i can edit it. but my spider-man obsession has come back 🤞🏻😔. not surprised bc it disappears and then comes back like 2 weeks later and then i have a need to watch all of them in chronological order. anyway. here is a fluffy fic with peter parker. (tasm peter)

peter parker x fem reader

fluff

summary: reader finds out the guy she’s seeing is spider-man, after being stood up by him. [1.3k]

warnings: none

(not my gif)

i was so nervous. i started seeing this guy in one of my classes, peter. he’s great. i mean, he’s incredibly smart, a great photographer, he’s funny and sarcastic, and he’s so super sweet. i really like him, and i think he likes me a lot too. i’m not sure if we’re actually boyfriend and girlfriend because we’ve only been on two “dates” but he asked me to come over to his house for dinner. i thought it was a really great idea, but i’m still really nervous about meeting his aunt may.

it’s a little too late for me to be second guessing this now, as i was already on his doorstep.

once i knocked, an older-ish woman came to the door, who i assumed was his aunt. she opened the door with a smile.

“hi, you must be peters aunt may. i’m y/n.” i smiled and shook her hand.

“yes, peter talks about you all the time. come on in, dear. dinner is just about ready.” she opened the door more, letting me in.

i looked around as she led me to the kitchen.

“peter said he was going out to get you flowers. he’ll be back any minute now, don’t worry.” she smiled and started placing some food on the table.

“okay, do you need any help?”

“that would be great, can you start by putting that bowl of mashed potatoes on the table?”

i nod and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the mashed potatoes.

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some time had went by and the food started getting cold. peter still wasn’t here. surely getting flowers wouldn’t take this long.

“i’m very sorry, y/n. i don’t know what is taking peter so long. i’ll call him.” may excused herself from the table and grabbed the house phone to call peter. it rang for awhile. he never picked up.

now both of us started to get worried. “it’s okay. thank you for making dinner, may. i’ll help you clean up.”

“no no, it’s fine. i can manage. i’m very sorry that he didn’t show up, you seem like a very sweet girl. i’m sure peter has some good reason for being late. you’re more than welcome to stay and wait for him.” she gave me a soft smile

“thank you.” i got up from my seat and went by the front door, hoping i would see him walk up the driveway.

“oh! he’s calling back” aunt may said as she picked up the phone, answering it.

“where have you been peter? your friend y/n has been waiting here for an hour! did you just forget about her? your uncle ben and i taught you better than that, didn’t we?” she argued on the phone with him for a few minutes before hanging up.

“he’ll be here in a minute he said. i’m not sure how true that is though.” she set the phone down and went to the kitchen to clean up.

“alright. are you sure you don’t want any help?”

“yeah, i’m sure dear. thank you… if you’d like, you can wait in his room for him. he likes coming in through the window for some odd reason. ” she smiled.

i nodded and went to his room. the door was already open so i walked in and looked at his desk. there were several pictures of his parents, his uncle, and a young blonde girl. she was very pretty. i tried not to snoop around so i just sat on his bed, waiting casually.

only a minute went by before i heard the window open. i sat there dumbfounded, watching peter in spider-man’s suit, climbing on the ceiling before jumping down quietly. my mouth was slightly open.

“holy fuc- you’re spider-man?” he quickly turned around and covered my mouth.

“shh- you can’t tell anyone!” he looked into my eyes and then took his hand off my mouth.

“that’s why you never showed up.. you were- doing your job?”

“exactly.. i’m so so sorry y/n. i didn’t forget about you, i swear. this guy was trying to steal this old ladies purse and i didn’t think it would take that long but then i had to fight off his whole gang. i’m so sorry. i should’ve just left it to the cops, i didn’t mean to leave you here waiting.” he sat next to me on his bed, placing his hand on my cheek.

“i don’t know how to comprehend this.. i think you should go apologize to your aunt. she’s was really worried about you.”

“yeah. yeah, you’re right. i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. but uh- i still got you these flowers.” he grabbed his backpack and took out a small bouquet of flowers that looked.. a little smashed?

“well they were nice..” he smiled awkwardly and handed them to me.

i smiled back at him, “thanks pete.”

he quickly changed into normal clothes before going to talk to his aunt. i sat back on his bed, completely confused whilst looking at the flowers.

once he came back, he sat down and put his hand on mine.

“listen, y/n. you really can’t tell anyone about this. you never should have found out in the first place. i trust you and i know you probably wouldn’t tell anyone anyway, but i’ve already lost someone i love because she knew about me, and that put her in danger. if anyone else finds out that spider-man is me, then you and everyone i care about will be in danger. i hope you can understand.”

i sat looking at him in silence. i couldn’t even form words. my mind felt lost.

“i understand. i won’t say anything. i promise,” i leant my head on his shoulder. “and i love the flowers by the way.” we both smiled.

“i can’t explain enough how awful i feel. you know i would never stand you up or leave you waiting if i didn’t have a great reason.”

“i know that, pete. and i know you wouldn’t do that” i looked at him and kissed his bruised cheek. “those guys must have gotten you good.. you’re all bloodied up. are you okay?” i asked while inspecting his wounds.

“i’m okay.. i kicked their ass. much better than they did.” he laughed.

“good, i don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“getting hurt is sorta part of the job.”

“wait.. you’re- so, bug boy. if you’re spider-man, that means you saved my life.”

*flashback*

“watch out!” someone across from me on the street pointed in my direction and before i could fully turn around, a taxi cab was flying towards me, so close to crushing me. i thought i was about to die before spider-man flew in and held the car above me with one hand.

“you better get out from under here before my arm gets tired” spider-man chuckled.

i quickly moved and got away from the car. spider-man threw the car out of the way and brushed my shoulder. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah.. i- can’t thank you enough. you saved my life. how could i even repay you?”

“there’s no need for that, you repay me everyday already.” he shot his web up to the top of a high building and flew up there.

i stood there, watching him go across the city with his webs, confused. i repay him everyday?

*end of flashback*

“yeah. i guess i did.” he chuckled.

“so what did you mean when you said that i repay you everyday?”

“well, you wouldn’t need to repay me for saving your life because you already do. just spending time with me everyday is enough to repay me.”

i smiled and kissed him softly, “you’re too sweet, spidey.”

i stayed in his room with him for awhile before he took me home, making sure i got there safe and sound.

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a/n: i hope u enjoyed. i’ll fs make more peter parker fics later on. <3