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nogenderbee · 15 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello! May I request Lucifer, Solomon, Barbatos, and Simeon with a s/o who's a master at textile design?

I can't help but imagine how grateful Lucifer would be if they tailored him 5 different suits.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii! Yeah of course! Not really sure about it, the first 2 chars at least but... I really hope you'll like it at least a little bit nonetheless!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Lucifer is indeed so so glad for your tailoring skills

✧ do you know how many suits of his are devasted because of his brothers antics and how many of his suits got holes in them because 2 of his brothers decided to cut holes in them one day?

✧ and if you agree to fix that for him, he'd be even more glad, you'll literally have his gratitude and special treatment!

✧ and he's definitely gonna try watching over his brothers to not use you too much... but then again, he'd probably be doing that himself!!

✧ the second you stop minding and asking you to sew something becomes neutral... be ready to be given those tasks more often... here curtain needs some fixing, here another cloth, here tablecloth, really anything!!

✧ he may accidentally give you too much so feel free to tell him about it! You already did enough so he'll accept it and try to not give you this much at once again

"Y/N, could I ask you to fix another suit for me? Allow me to explain... Satan and Belphie thought it was amazing idea to..."

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✧ Barbatos is a bit similar to Lucifer... but at least more gentler and understanding

✧ trust me, he knows how having too much on your head is like so he won't ever do it to the one's he cares about

✧ he doesn't even come to you with his own clothes! He literally will ask you to sew a curtain or something and not to save money, but because event is coming and service is getting late...

✧ you'll most likely have to tell him you can handle more work because otherwise, he's a bit too scared to overwork you... especially that you're human so your limit must be way lower than his!

✧ I have a feeling like he can sew himself but sometimes just doesn't have time for it... so that's when you come in! But mostly, you'll get the "I can do it myself in free time but thank you" answer

✧ if anything, he'd be more interested in you designing textiles! It's obviously most important part, so he'll honestly have lot of respect for what you do! Even if your work doesn't match his style... he'll still support you in what you do

"I'm sorry for interrupting you but may I ask you to fix this for me? I apologize if it's too much, I can explain everything in 10 minutes... I only need to finish few tasks first."

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✧ I feel like Solomon saw many who could sew and even tried that himself! He just never got that skill somehow and always ends up poking needle against his finger but accident... which leads to him eventually dropping whatever he was trying to sew

✧ but he can't decline it's useful skill so when he sees that his lover can do that, he's more than happy to watch you!

✧ but he does get nervous sometime that you'll also hurt yourself with a needle... which leads to him distracting you from time to time unfortunely...

✧ believe me, he has many clothes that need to be tailored but he never really had time to give that to someone or skill to do that himself! So if you notice that and offer to tailor one of his clothes... he'll pull out pile of many others... GOOD LUCK

✧ basically, he's just gonna be impressed and concerned... but if you decide to teach him... he'll be more than happy!

✧ he may actually not get it as easily as you'd want him to but a bit of more patience and he'll get it eventually

"Hey watch out! You'll hurt your-... Oh... well I guess your fingers are skilled enough to avoid it... well that's impressive... Would you mind sharing this little secret with me?"

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✧ Simeon maybe doesn't have too much experience with simple sewing, but he seems like the kind of person who'd enjoy embroidery!

✧ and those two are close enough + he most likely can sew basic things like fixing clothes, so you actually for few topics

✧ when he discovers you're tailor and textile designer, he'd be actually more interested in second part, just because he already knows enough about first part

✧ he'd be happy to see your scratches compared to the final product or maybe even see some materials used in actual clothes if you have some

✧ it's most likely first time he sees someone doing that with so much passion so he'll definitely listen to all of your possible rambles

✧ in fact, instead of just nodding, he also asks to the questions to show you how interested he is!

✧ but like mentioned before, he can only see simple things so when he sees you seeing clothes, he's also really impressed! And most likely will ask if he can watch you work, to both learn something maybe and watch over you so you won't hurt yourself accidentally

"This is the first design? Wow... it's not even slightly similar to finished product... but it also had a potential... what if you release it but with few adjustments, since it didn't suit you in the first place? For example..."

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jjngkook7 · 9 months

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Choices (5)

Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she’s a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Hi!!!! Thank you for being patient with this. I've changed the protagonist from 'she' to 'you' to be inclusive to all my gals, pals, and non-binary pals.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

“Is this really necessary?” Jungkook scoffed.

“You almost killed Jimin so yes, more than necessary.” Namjoon answered, his voice monotone.

“He’s fine.” Jungkook argued, not being able to hide the smirk on his face.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as Namjoon ignored his remark. He watched his members test the lock on the outside of his cabin.

“You know that I can rip this whole thing apart right?” Jungkook sneered.

Jimin, who eagerly participated in locking Jungkook up, quickly had Jungkook against the wall with his throat in his hands, mimicking the younger one from earlier. The giant grin on Jungkook’s face only fueled Jimin’s anger.

“I will literally rip all your limbs off if you don’t shut up.” Jimin growled.

“You won’t.” Jungkook taunted.

Namjoon came over and parted them, glaring at both of them in the process. This was the first time Jungkook has ever experienced heat with his mate and of course he had to make it as painful as possible.

“It’s all good, Namjoon!” Hoseok hollered from outside of the door.

Jimin gave Jungkook one last shove before walking out of his cabin. Knowing that there was no arguing with Namjoon, Jungkook sucked his teeth and flopped onto the air mattress provided by Jin.

“Can I at least talk to her?” Jungkook asked, his arm resting over his eyes.

Jungkook grew more irritated by Namjoon laughing in response. It was a dramatic and drawn out laugh, emphasizing how ridiculous Jungkook’s request was.

“I’m serious.” Jungkook grumbled, sitting up.

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, “And why should I let you?”

Jungkook leaned against the palms of his hands and sighed dramatically, “I should be the one to explain all this to her, afterall, she’s my mate right?”

Namjoon clenched his jaw as the younger one grinned at him. He wanted to smack that shit eating smirk right off of Jungkook’s face. Wolves in heat were always difficult to handle but Jungkook was a whole other breed.

“I’ll let you have a minute with her but I will be standing right outside that door. If you lay a hand on her, I will kill you.” Namjoon warned.

Jungkook boldly stared at his leader, not breaking any eye contact.

“That’s my line, Joon.”

Any other day, Namjoon would’ve put Jungkook in his place and remind him what his role is in the pack but today-this week-is not like any other day. He would have to walk on eggshells around Jungkook to make sure he doesn’t end up hurting himself or someone else. Despite Jungkook being the youngest one in the pack, he was a lot stronger and more cunning than the others.

“I’ll let you talk to her but I won’t let you know when. Use this time to learn how to stop being an ass.” Namjoon said before walking out, slamming the door in the process.

He heard a low grumble come out of Jungkook before a loud crash followed. Namjoon assumed Jungkook probably punched a wall or door but as long as the cabin was still intact, he really didn’t care. His gaze went over to his pack discussing what happened. Jimin was re-enacting the fight that broke out between him and Jungkook while the rest watched in amusement. Namjoon thought of you, and how confused and scared you must be. He wanted to drag this moment out as much as he could because the thought of asking you to come see Jungkook after what transpired weighed heavily on his shoulders. Another crash from the cabin had Namjoon scowling and he decided to hold off on telling you for a few days just to make Jungkook suffer a little bit.

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A few days turned into never. Namjoon didn’t forget to tell you, he just didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he didn’t try, he just physically couldn’t bring himself to explain what was going on with Jungkook to you. How do you explain to a human that their mate (which already is a wild concept) is going through heat and has an intense urge to, well, mate. Namjoon didn’t need to instruct the members to not say a thing to you either because it seemed like everyone was tiptoeing around you. Anytime you even mention Jungkook, they would change the subject or tell you that he's okay. Jungkook’s missing presence was not what bothered you but the feeling that everyone was keeping a secret from you that you deserved to know did.

“We’ll only be gone for a little bit.” Jennie pouted as she gave you a hug.

Half of the pack was out hunting and the other half had to prepare for some wolf festival that you overheard them talking about. The feeling of being an unwanted guest was stronger than ever since you got here. At least Jungkook was vocal about how much he didn’t like you but the rest of his pack would smile at you yet keep you at arm’s length about their day to day.

“Have fun.” you said, trying your best to force a genuine smile.

You watched as Taehyung kept Jennie steady while she was putting on her snow boots. He was always so gentle with her. Whenever he held her or touched her, it was as if only his fingertips grazed her skin in fear of him accidentally scratching her. You often wondered if Taehyung was so delicate with Jennie because she was a human or because he truly didn’t want to accidentally inflict any pain onto her. Even if it were the latter, Taehyung looked at Jennie with such adoring eyes that it was hard not to feel moved by just how much he loved her.

“Since it’s daytime and the moon is past its first quarter, you should go wander around.” Taehyung said.

Jennie cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, “Are you sure?”

A feeling of excitement started bubbling inside your stomach. You had been wanting to leave the cabin for some fresh air but you were advised not to. Something about the moon phase and rogue wolves that you still didn’t understand.

“Yeah!” Taehyung grinned, “There's a really great view point near our cabin. Just follow the path behind the cabin and you’ll eventually see a large rock with giant claw marks.”

“Giant claw marks?” you swallowed, the excitement now fizzling away.

“It was left behind centuries ago by our ancestors,” Taehyung chuckled, waving a hand in front of you, “anyways, the view point is a little bit behind the giant rock. You won’t miss it.”

The immense joy you felt finally being able to leave the cabin made you miss the look that Jennie gave Taehyung. Taehyung ignored Jennie’s gaze and squeezed her hand. The three of you exchanged a couple more words before they left.

“If anything happens to her, I’m going to kill you, Kim Taehyung.” Jennie sighed as she wrapped her arms tighter around Taehyung’s.

Taehyung didn’t answer. His playful demeanour with you earlier now replaced with something more serious. Taehyung was placing all bets-his life if Namjoon found out-that you would be okay. The path he told you to follow will ensure your safety…if you stay on the path. If something happens to her, Jungkook will be there.

Despite the freezing winter air, the sunlight still felt so good on your face. It just felt so good to finally step outside after being cooped up for what felt like forever. You only had a few hours before the sun would set which meant you had to be quick. With the snow covering the ground, you followed footprints left by the pack members. How they were able to walk through the snow with no shoes still amazed you.

As you walked, you listened to the sound of the snow crunching under your shoes and the chirping of birds nearby. Perhaps it was the crisp forest air but you felt like you were finally able to breathe. All the tension in your body slowly began to dissipate and for once, it felt good to be alone. Back in the cabin, you spent a lot of time in your bedroom just staring outside the window watching the pack hangout. You wanted to be apart of their group but you just didn't understand what was going on and no one wanted to explain anything to you. Oftentimes you ate silently at the dining table with them because they would talk about things you had no idea about. During those times you would stare at Jennie and wished to swap places with her even if it were just for a minute. They were all kind to you and tried to engage with you but with all the secrets they were keeping from you, it was hard to feel like you were part of the group. Besides, you meeting them was all because of some freak accident so you couldn’t blame them for your feeling of loneliness. As your thoughts eventually led to Jungkook, your pace began to slow down. Moments between you two and stolen glances from your window began to flash through your mind. You felt your hands tingle with the same electricity that ran through your body that one and only night he embraced you.

“Ow!” you hissed as you felt a sting on your hand.

In the midst of your thoughts, you had sliced your hand against some tree branches. It wasn’t a bad scratch but it was enough to draw blood. You wiped the cut against your jacket and carried on with your walk. Ever since meeting Jungkook, your reality had completely shifted and now even simply thinking of Jungkook felt like it wasn’t allowed.

The sky had turned pink and orange as you reached the giant rock that Taehyung told you about. By the time you had reached the stone, you were out of breath. You were sure that this trail was a walk in the park during spring and summer but with the snow practically being untouched this far out, taking just a step through snow that came up to your knees took almost all of your energy. You leaned against the rock as you tried to catch your breath. You tilted your head up towards the sky and sighed. By the time you make your way back to the cabin, it will be dark. You maneuvered around the rock and saw that the viewpoint Taehyung was talking about was not far away at all. If you were quick, you could take in the sight and then start heading back.

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Jungkook didn’t know how long it had been but judging by how the snow had melted around him, he had been laying down for a while. The snow helped cool him down but only for a few minutes before his whole body felt like it was on fire again. He was in the middle of his heat and everyday, he felt more and more like shit. Jungkook had gone through heat before many times but it had never been this bad. Now that Jungkook knew of your existence, it was as if his body would not rest until he was buried inside of you.

The first night was the hardest. Jungkook had very easily broken the chains and door of the cabin Namjoon wanted to seal him away in; everything after was a blur. He remembered standing by the door for hours trying to get a grip on reality. The primal need to go to where you were and make you his made him feel like he was going insane. Standing made him dizzy, laying down made him nauseous, and thinking made him hallucinate. The hardest part was fighting against his urges and instincts to go find you. What helped was remembering how terrified you were when his heat first struck. That image of your wide petrified eyes kept him away from you for now.

A groan left Jungkook’s mouth as he rolled over face first into a new pile of snow and the ice began to immediately melt around the heat of his body. This time, the ice melted so quickly his face met the soil hiding underneath all the snow.

“Fuck me…” he sighed and rolled onto his back, not caring that he was laying on frozen earth instead of the snow he so desperately needed against his burning skin.

Jungkook stared at the shades of red in the sky. It was now day three of his heat and the intensity from the first day was starting to wear off. The oversensitivity to light and sound began to ease but his body still ached and felt like it had been hit by a truck. Up until now, he wasn’t able to think of you unless it was in explicit context. He thought of all the positions he wanted you in and all the ways you would sound as he emptied the heat from his body inside of you. Now that his head was a little bit more clear, he resumed hating the thought of you and how angry he was with his fate. However, in the privacy of the night, he let himself think of you as much as he wanted in any way that he wanted.

A cold air blew past bringing along dozens of different scents. Jungkook picked up the smell of pine needles, soil, squirrel fur and-

“What the fuck?” Jungkook sat up and stared at the trees in front of him.

The fresh smell of your blood filled his senses and his heart began to race out of fear, excitement and desire. In an instant, Jungkook was running through the trees following your scent. He didn’t stop to think about the fact that just smelling you made him lose all control of his body. What was he going to do when he was face to face with you? As he neared you, the scent of rogue wolves broke the spell of his desire and lust. What was once excitement was now replaced with panic and possessiveness. Rogue wolves or even a comrade, if anyone laid a finger on what was his, he would have to kill them.

Something was not right as you stood in front of a broken cabin. There were deep scratch marks decorating the front and sides. The cabin door laid lifeless against the cracked floor inside and chains that were once intact were thrown out into the snow. The sky had changed into a bright red and the air felt colder. The snow swallowed all sounds and all you could hear was the drumming of your heart.

Why would Taehyung tell me to come here?

You could see the viewpoint that Taehyung was talking about right behind the cabin but it just wasn’t worth it anymore. You realized that whatever did this to the cabin or whatever the cabin was trying to keep inside may come back and you didn’t want to wait around for it. As you zipped up your jacket to tackle the night air approaching, the sound of growling made you freeze. Your eyes quickly scanned the trees nearby but all you could see was snow. As the growling got louder and closer, you heard a separate growl indicating that there was more than one of whatever was nearby. As you took a step backwards in preparation to run, a yelp escaped from your lips as you bumped into Jungkook’s body.

“Get in the cabin.” he ordered, his eyes bright red like the sky.

Before you could process the sight of him, another growl from the trees stole your attention.

“Now!” he ordered once more, this time you could see his fangs that had unsheathed.

Watching you struggle through the snow to the cabin only added to Jungkook’s growing anger. Him and his pack were able to run through any terrain without breaking a sweat while humans needed to wear specially designed shoes to avoid slipping at an indoor pool. Once you had stumbled your way into the cabin, Jungkook refocused his attention to the two rogue wolves behind the safety of the forest. He saw them clearly despite them being meters away.

“Do not come out no matter what you hear.” Jungkook instructed, his eyes not leaving the wolves.

Before you could say anything back, he disappeared within an instant. For a couple minutes, you stood alone in the broken down cabin that you were so afraid of earlier. You were too scared to even breathe, afraid that something would hear you and attack. You stood in place and kept your eyes on the broken door laying by your feet. The irony of how absolutely ridiculous the situation was made you want to cry. Jungkook told you to go into this cabin but there was no door to lock out any danger leaving you wide open for anything to come get you. You dug your nails into your hands as you heard yelping and howling in the distance. Tears pricked your eyes as your mind raced. Was Jungkook hurt? Was it his bones that you heard breaking just now? Were you going to die in this shitty cabin? You fell to your knees and covered your head with your arms trying to block out as much as you could. Why the fuck did Taehyung tell you to come here?

A low growl rumbled through Jungkook’s chest as he lifted his foot out of the rogue wolf's now dead carcass, its companion also laid lifeless beside it. He didn’t have to kill these two wolves as gruesomely as he did but the thought of their intentions with you made him feral. Jungkook was almost amazed with the work that he did. He’d never felt so much adrenaline or strength course through his body like this. If this was how strong his heat was making him, he could only imagine how much stronger he’d be if he marked you. Still drunk off of the intensity of what happened, Jungkook stumbled his way back to you. He almost laughed when he saw you flinch from the sound of his arrival. Seeing you all balled up and shaking like a leaf didn’t move him, if anything, he found the sight amusing. "Humans are so vulnerable and so small." he thought.

You still wouldn’t lift up your head, afraid of what you might see. If something like a rogue wolf was here to kill you, there truly wasn’t anything you could do. Jungkook crouched in front of you and stared at your trembling frame. The little bit of humanity left in him felt disgusting for relishing in the scent of your fear.

“Hey.” he called out.

Your head shot up from your arms and you gasped when you saw him. Jungkook was alive. Unable to fight the pure relief over his safety and yours, you threw your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You didn’t care about the fact that he was shirtless or about the fresh blood on his body, you were just so grateful for him at the moment. Jungkook’s eyes shot wide open and almost immediately started salivating. The adrenaline that was still in his body mixed with the heat from your body was a concoction for disaster in the state that Jungkook was in. He thought he was going to go into a frenzy if you held onto him any longer.

“You need…You need to let go of me…” Jungkook managed to strain out.

“W-what?” you asked.

As you parted from him, you took notice of his hands by his side that were trembling. This was also when you noticed that he had claws that looked sharp enough to pierce through flesh.

“Jungkook?” you breathed as you fully backed away from him.

Jungkook was slouched over, his head tucked into his chest as his breathing labored. Jungkook dug his nails into the floorboard and the screeching from his action rang through his head. The veins from his arms were protruding so much, he was sure they were going to explode. His head felt so loud and his senses were overloaded. Unlike the last time you guys touched, his body felt like it was covered in pins and needles. He heard you call his name again and saw your hand coming towards him from the corner of his eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” he barked.

He couldn’t even breathe a sigh of relief when your hand retreated. If you had touched him at that very moment, he might’ve killed you. You watched as Jungkook fought against his body. He looked like he was in so much pain and agony. As scared as you were beside him, leaving him and running back in the dark was scarier. There was no way you could survive without him escorting you back. You tried to even out your breathing as you straightened your back. Something was going on within Jungkook’s body and you had no chance of leaving this place unless Jungkook snapped back to his regular self.

“What do you need me to do?” you asked.

Jungkook wanted to laugh because what he needed to do was fuck you senseless until his heat was over but that was out of the question. You needed to leave and get as far away from him as possible but the thought of you going back home to his pack members made him spiral and that was it, Jungkook was spiralling. Being next to him puts you in danger but being away from him now that he’s already seen you puts everyone around you in danger.

“Just wait. Please just wait.” Jungkook finally said.

You nodded and brought your knees up to your chest. Jungkook saved your life tonight and if waiting was all you had to do to save his (and yours), you’d do just that.

#bts fanfic #jungkook werewolf #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts werewolf au #bts smut #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook #yoongi #jimin #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #jin #bts x reader #jungkook werewolf au #choices

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themoonstarwarrior · 5 months

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Well, I haven't seen the episode yet, but since it sounds like BloodMoon is refusing to be saved, imma go ahead and share the idea I mentioned to @twinanimatronics about how Sun could've possibly reached them.

Obviously BloodMoon wont sit still and listen so this scenario has Sun use star power to trap BM just like old moon did to him with Moon on standby to come in once the 5 minutes are up.

Basically, Sun asks them WHY they kill and hurt people and BM brings up the main three reasons: they enjoy it, they dont want to be a tool, and they hunger. Since literally none of the protags have actually asked, Sun would be surprised that theres more than the first reason and interrogate to get to the bottom of it. Cuz what Sun realizes is that BloodMoon doesnt have any deeper motives or desires because of their eternal hunger. Their ENTIRE existence has circled around violence to satisfy their hunger. They get used to satisfy their hunger. They enjoy the rip and tear because it stops the hunger.

They have always been a tool to the hunger.

So Sun offers the one thing that no one has: what if they get rid of the hunger?

BM is confused cuz all they've ever known is the hunger, and Sun has to dig the point home by explaining how they can keep killing but it'll come back, and probably stronger. They could kill everyone and everything but then the hunger will come back. And the only thing thatll be left to kill is each other.

And THAT freaks them out, because that is the only thing BloodMoon stands to lose is the brotherhood. (And while BM1 would probably race about lies and trickery, BM2 cant deny the logic)

So with BM actually realizing how their hunger endangers them, and Moon at this point just WAITING to finish them off, Sun lays down the ultimatum. Since no change of heart can happen if all they've ever known is hunger, Sun/Moon/Solar can try and remove it to and see if the twins can be rehabilitated, otherwise Moon ends them then and there.

And I love this idea so much!!! It addresses the REAL block that BM has that hasnt been brought up since that one episode where they kill the anime girl. We get to keep BloodMoon, since the creators went to the trouble of bringing them back and giving them a new model so it'd be a lil annoying if they just ended up killed again. It acknowledges how much BM has been used and brushed aside while admitting that there hasnt been much else to them. And you could have a whole rehabilitation arc, with everyone healing and BM given a real change and actual honesty, since god knows no one is gonna be mincing words. And I imagine their blood-hunger being removed ends up like the Ruin Virus a bit, where getting rid of it cuts down a LOT of the more sadistic urges. So the boys get a mostly-tamed but still-pretty-fucking-insane BloodMoon Twins that basically is just the feral crazy guy that hangs around Animal from Muppets lol and idk stays with Monty cuz hes more easygoing on the violent habits and they need to NOT be anywhere near the daycare.

And maybe I'll watch the episode and be alright with it, but it just sucks cuz this would work SO GOOD and I know the showrunners wouldn't do it. So now I've had to make this fucking long ass post and y'all hafta deal with it.

And maybe someday I'll write a drabble this and the other SAMS scenes I've imagined...

So yeah, sorry about the rambling and shit. I hate how emotionally involved I get with this show that I love. And I'll go ahead and tag @garbagechocolate out of obligation X)

#god this fucking show #thank you ceph for letting me rant earlier #apparently this needed to be released into the void so hopefully its not a bother to everyone #tsams #sams #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #fnaf bloodmoon #sams bloodmoon #tsams bloodmoon #moonstar wont shut up

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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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thank u @zenstrike for the tag <333333333 i see ur mic and i'm elated about it

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

185! but i haven't updated in like a week and a half so we're probably closer to 190

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

556,104. i am very excited to watch it jump up when i finally finish my longfic teehee

3. what fandoms do you write for?

literally just voltron lol. well not counting baby me's wattpad lol. i started writing almost two years ago and just went ham basically. i've been intentionally avoiding things that i know i will get hyperfixated on bc i don't want to stop my writing obsession lol

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

ooooou i'm excited to check. i know it's changed quite a bit over time. i usually sort them by hits!

i will grind you to sand (beneath my louboutin heels) [voltron, 2573 words]: bamf lance fic where i give him a revolver and let him go ham basically

mr. snuggles [voltron, 1656 words]: one of my very earliest fics! lance, lover of weirdo animals, finds a demonic cat-sized spider and adopts it despite his friend's freakouts

he might not look like he gets bitches (but honey that dick was eleven inches) [voltron, 1136 words]: this one is so dorky lol but it's just secret relationship klance coming to light in the most embarrassing possible way

does anyone know where the love of god goes (when the waves turn the minutes to hours) [voltron, 4283]: a canon divergence au where lance is a seer and convinces the skeptics on his team of his abilities by ending the war

this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever get away) [voltron, 3262 words]: a lance & shiro hurt/comfort with a small autistic lance character study! i'm very proud of this one

5. do you respond to comments?

i definitely do on tumblr! it's one of the first things i do when i wake up actually. on ao3, though...i'm pretty sure i have about eight hundred unanswered comments sitting in my inbox 💀 it's an ongoing issue

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm almost sure it's this post-game show lance leaving fic, because i got comments and asks for weeks begging me to write a happy ending lol. but this fic from the hana universe, from when keith is little and shiro is fighting for custody and they haven't figured things out yet. that one is sad. this dream pov adashi fic is also sad and has no happy ending bc, you know. shiro is in space and adam thinks he's dead and everything. my loneliest series is also still in progress and as such there is no happy ending. and this is my earliest angsty-ending fic with MCD

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh god pretty much everything i write has a happy ending?? if i’m being serious?? frankly i don’t do a lot of linear plot. i just write Scenes that are vaguely connected. BUT my h2o fic had a plot that ended happily, as did my cowboy fic, but truly i’m more of a slice of life kinda gal. all my active wips are plot-driven, though, and i plan for all of them to end happily.

8. do you get hate on fics?

oh god yeah. i get it on brown eyed lance, autistic lance, adhd keith, allura just in general (are you sensing a pattern), my refusal to use readmores, and lately just some demands for me to write differently/more?? most of it is just funny so i post it to goof on it lol, but some of it i just delete and pout about until i forget about it 💀

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes and it’s nasty and i will literally never ever post it. although i guess i’ve written some softer stuff that’s more allusion than anything, like in my loneliest series.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not anymore, but i did when i was a kid?? i think i wrote a pjo/hoo/divergent/the mortal instruments/homestuck/a bunch of other shit fic when i was 13. i’ve successfully blocked that era out of my mind tho so i’m not sure. i do a lot of insane aus, tho. i wrote a fic based off a country song written in the sixties. so.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i’ve had people write continuations of my wips?? which i didn’t rly like. i just ignored it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

someone has asked me about translating a fic before! haven’t heard anything since tho.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have tried. i’m not very good at it. i have very Specific ideas about things and can be very controlling, so it’s honestly better that i don’t lol.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

klance, easy. been in the trenches of this goddamn fandom since i was 13 years of age. it’s been a Journey.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

god, the butterfly effect. i get people asking me to update all the time and i genuinely feel bad, because i have absolutely no ideas or plans for it. i might try to come up with an ending of some kind?? but i wrote that like two years ago, so i have changed a LOT about my writing since then.

16. what are your writing strengths?

dialogue and humour, i think. and sometimes writing lack of emotional communication (if that makes sense — i like to try and write around an emotion).

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i over explain a lot. and i overuse dialog ur tags sometimes. i have a Very Specific scene playing out in my head and i want everyone else to see it like i’m seeing it, which is my downfall a lot. i’ve been trying to work on implicit stage directions.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i think sometimes it’s necessary? it can be a good tool for humour, like with cussing that can’t be achieved in english. but while i understand and read several languages i have always always struggled to speak or write in them. it’s very frustrating so i often avoid the subject entirely lol.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i’ve been writing fanfic in my head since before i knew what it was, but i started typing things at around 11 when i used to homestuck roleplay with my friends lol. messy messy times.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

oh i am my own target audience. i have several.

i need a man (who’s patient and kind): keith-centric post canon (divergence) fic where lance takes him to his family and keith is good with kids and just keith being loved is the whole point. always.

what if i lose it all: an alternate universe where lance, as a baby, loses both his parents, and then is raised by his oldest siblings. in luis’ pov.

when does a ripple become a tidal wave (when does the reason become the flame): brogane fight & angst canon divergence post season 6; covering shiro’s guilt complex and keith’s unwavering loyalty

he’s into superstitions (black cats and voodoo dolls): halloween verse with witch lance and vampire keith! i have barely spoken about this au on here but rest assured i’m thinking about it all the fucking time

the applebee’s universe: modern au with young keith and lance learning how to love each other

ceilings (plaster): non-linear dream-like fic that’s just so trippy and strange i’m obsessed with it

if the sky comes falling down (for you) there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do: a keith character study about how the biggest bleeding heart in the universe loves

the hana universe: brogane-centric universe as their family starts rocky and grows

thank u again for the tag zen <33 open offer for anyone else who would like to hop on!!

#writer games #?#info #tag game #longpost

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GENSHIN 3.5 UPDATE SPOILERS

I'M WARNING YOU. THESE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS. MAJOR KAEYA LORE DROPS

FINAL WARNING!!!

Ok here it goes-

Kaeya hopping onto a caravan to get to Sumeru as a kid is simultaneously the funniest and saddest thing ever.

Could you all imagine the chaos once the Ragnvindrs realized child Kaeya is missing? I could just imagine Diluc crying loudly about losing Kaeya while Crepus panics and half yells at his staff and the knights about looking for him.

And the moment Crepus sees Kaeya again, he pulls him by the ear!! Because how dare this child give him the heart attack of the century! The nerve of this child to give him gray hairs!! Absolutely comedic!

But the fact that Kaeya did it because he wants to learn more about his heritage hurts. He barely knows anything (and even if he does know a lot, he feels as if he is missing large amounts of context anyway). No wonder he hid that one piece of paper about information on their clan. He's clinging to what is left over for him.

I don't fully trust the idea that his father left him in Mondstat just to live a better life at all. As sweet as it may be, I actually think that's just Kaeya's hopeful thinking. That's why he "thinks he made a clean break with his past". His mind tells him that he probably has nothing that Khaenri'ah or the abyss order might want. A reasonable conclusion because they haven't contacted him- in fact, he was the one doing the interrogating.

That makes me nervous for him though...

Even if it is to free him from his history who tf leaves a child in one of the strongest storms (where he almost dies in), tells him that he will be a spy for Khaenri'ah, and gives him the pressure of being their "only hope"?! Damn dude, if you really want to give him a better life maybe don't give him a last minute multiple trauma gift.

Dain probably crumpled a bit of Kaeya's said hope by straight up mentioning that Kaeya is a descendant of the Abyss Order's founders (I knew the Alberich last name had a damn purpose! Being the birthright successor to the Abyss Order is a big deal and literally a power move! Names have power!!!)

(((Random thought but I wonder if Kaeya could start his own faction- an alternate Abyss Order where he leads as the birthright heir where they go against the Abyss twin near the end? It would be a major decision to lead the order after all, he would have to leave Mond for it, and I'm sure that Dain would prefer to side with him on this one if it is a faction made to counteract the Abyss twin's actions)))

His heritage being such a big deal that they had to mention it in an Archon quest is very iconic for his 4-star starter character ass. They had to make sure everyone knows about it and now Kaeya's lore is gonna get more speculations and scrutiny. Good. I'd still argue that he has one of the best lore in the game- easily in the top 5.

Final thoughts for now, but Dainkae having that enemies to friends to lovers energy is very funny to me. Kaeya asking Dain to go drinking with him someday is *chefs kiss*. Dain is right to be wary of Kaeya though. The fact that Kaeya felt him watching is definitely telling of how perceptive Kaeya is (reminds me of the cutscene where Diluc is introduced, and when Diluc attacked from behind him, Kaeya didn't even flinch). Dain probably realized that Kaeya also purposely avoided him in Mondstat as well since Kaeya knew of him ( I don't think Dain would avoid someone who is blatantly using "Alberich" as a lastname).

Oh wait! One more thing! But is Kaeya actually immortal? (where they stop aging once they reach a certain age) or is he only half-Khaenriahn? (if so, why wasnt he turned into a hilichurl? Do they get a free pass?...but so far, he is the only regularly aging Khaenri'ahn we've met...)

I knew that the more lore drop he gets the more questions will be added. damn.

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #gi kaeya #gi leaks #gi spoilers #genshin leaks #genshin spoilers #genshin impact spoilers #genshin impact leaks #genshin 3.5 leaks #genshin 3.5 spoilers #kaeya lore #Khaenriahn lore

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madfantasy · 2 months

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Dear blogging

Wish you peace, always. Considering all, it been extra rough. My guardians were sick, and my fragile of a stability was about to break— but it okay now, and the pendulum of consciousness returned swaying in my head.

Somehow in the middle of everything, I was starting to feel okay and accept that this is the best it can get for this non verbal Mani. I honestly I stopped living as if there was tomorrow maybe the majority of 2023, zero drive or hopefulness, and lately started to accept that there's no denying that I'm not made to survive this life, and dropped all pretence that I'm able, set a 5 years counter. Because if mere looking at people's faces distress me so much that I blank out &/or go mute, since childhood, no amount of me forcing myself to watch videos/ pictures over and over can fix that. That's simply how I'm made and I know that now, and in a way it's bringing me peace.

Because I thought I'm bratting when I wore my headphones to cancel out noise that were literally going to drive me insane, or when I couldn't respond to messages knowing that I can articulate deeply in writing but ignoring all the endless times when I simply couldn't, and have forced myself to eat many things that set me days in nausea and abdominal pain while I only enjoy liquids more and get high off of fruits, I love them so much half my OCs are named after some.. and drew.. drew even before I spoke because it was my only outlit to express because how much I'm told I'm like a robot, I'm so expressionless and non reactive and disgustingly literal, even when they actively beat me black Nd blue to stop drawing, I couldn't.. where do you free those emotions when U can, i needed emotion displays and heartfelt trimmers, thrilling or killing, I needed to do them as if my life depended on it, and I haven't realised it back then, but my life was dependent on them, even when I had 'no talent ' , as I have always been told.

(commissioned by precious Julia ♥️🖤)

And besides drawing my needs, I actually, physically, started to feel better when I didn't do what my body said it literally can't do, all my life:

-Walked away from my guardians arguments, my chest stabbing pains became less frequent.

Stopped "practicing" my voice &/or facial expressions, I talk for 2 minutes, immediately my whole face muscles hurt, voice is cracking and gone, I don't feel like my eyebrows hurt as much. I'm okay being the monotone no expresso train c:

-stopped eating what I "don't like" (I mean it's not like I have much choice, but stopped feeling guilty over refusing it cuz food be tight) Nd now I can actually drink more water, and my tummy aches are on lower levels now

-i stopped dealing with Discord, or group chats in general cuz I don't expect accommodation over things I can't deal with. Stopped stressing over doing engaging material that no body seems to care about, cuz I'm not a good judge of demand, or stressing over either I should be thanking everyone who spams me with likes or not, (while I appreciate it to the moon) 90% of the time they don't respond Nd Im forced to think like I've done something wrong. I'm now at more ease with posting — (literally I have to fight the urges to delete my socials daily) just with interacting with who addresses me (I lov U guys sm) and I've been more relaxed from it.

I returned to "speaking in riddles" cuz if I don't use the words my brain spews no matter how weird they R, a tire will pop somewhere on the other side of an AU- idk lo'

-i rock, hum and laugh OUT my maniacal laugh, hard and strong, continued loving and talking to my plushies as I used to do, the easiest thing I could do to feel calmer again. As everyone should do

.. I stopped saying the word sorry. It's a naughty Mani era.

Accepting these facts and many, even with having no will to live had me saner than I ever been, at least I hope so.

I just know that I have a few to be grateful of: that I'm still here somehow, even with my dwindling income, Nd my internet not worth costing 120$± I'm always grateful for the sudden one or two commissions that keeps me here and buys me coffee and pumpkins seeds..

I still struggle horrindously with sleep. But I'm grateful at least I'm at pure ease playing games. Games been my go to media for knowing basically all based on books they were made about, like Severus and Tintin, I still play their ps1 games! Tho I got stuck on this game & their sleep has given me so much ease lo

I'm at my happy place rn, heh.

Bonus panel: ye they R hungry for that SHI- lo 🙈

And an honorary appearance of my OC with Tintin hehe

Stay safe, don't feed the overconsumption machine, don't give up on your heartstrings's stringers, don't worry— there are people who think and feel like you always between the crowds, and I'm thankful that I share the same timeline with you♥️🖤

Sweet dreams 🌃 19.2.2024

#text #drawing journey #non binary artist #on the spectrum #personal

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, the daily call "

- harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : jokes on me i forgot to post ehhh, im gonna write for other characters, so probably a lil break from harry, but he will come back for sure. i actually didnt know how to title this because i actually imagined this shit out lmao.

warnings : none?

**lowercase intended**

walking through the busy streets of new york, you made sure not to spill the coffee you got harry on yourself or others. harry was currently on call with you asking about your whereabouts.

" ehh, i think im about 5 minutes away? but you know, may take longer. gosh will people ever just move? " your last sentence made harry laugh. harry loved your nasty and sarcastic comments you made that could be aimed to literally anyone.

" alright, just be safe okay? i dont want to get called knowing you got hurt or something. ill be waiting in the office. " harry sighed, not wanting anything happening to you knowing how clumsy you are.

" i wont- uff " as you rounded the corner, you bumped your face flat onto a chest. you were balancing your phone in between your head and shoulders, and due to the impact your phone dropped.

as you were about to pick it up and apologize to the unknown person, you saw a spiderweb sling across you and landed on your phone, flying towards someone. looking up, you saw peter.

" peter? " you breathed, opening your hand for him to place the your phone back into your hand. you were glad that you managed to save the coffee, knowing how devastated you would be if you didnt hold it tight enough.

" thats me! oh, uh. harry? scary guy isnt he? i wish you luck " winking towards you, both of you clearly knowing who harry is to peter ; his best friend. placing the phone back onto your hand, he watched you talk to harry. peter has always been your best friend. well both harry and peter. peter lasted with you longer as harry left early to boarding school, leaving you and peter alone. having you to himself, peter realized that he felt more than just platonic love. after spilling a secret about him being spiderman, he felt closer to you than ever. he would always stop by your apartment to get himself cleaned up.

watching you work on his injuries made him feel loved. how you would gently touch his skin, check whether he felt okay, whether it hurts. how you would nag for hours about being safe, how you dearly cared about him. that was when he started feeling tingly, it took him a few days to adjust to it. he tried to not make it obvious, completely unaware about how you felt about peter. but to his luck you felt the same way. you both were more than friends with benefits but not labeled as together yet.

" sorry harry, i gotta go. yes ill see you there, bye " your hand that held the coffee merely escaped peters grasp when he tried to grab it, teasingly thinking it was for him. you and harry had a habit of calling each other and making sure if one another is safe, of course it all stopped after he left. now that hes back, he expected the same. i mean he did get calls from you every morning, but youd never hung up on him, ever. so if saying that it hurt harry by abit was an understatement. harry liked you a lot. since young. he tried forgetting about you but pictures of you both flooded his phone and mind. seeing you smile in pictures pasted around his dorm room warmed him. it felt as it you were still there with him, not that you were dead, but he cut off connections with his friends in new york, which included you.

harry loved every hug you gave him, he enjoyed the little moments you gave him that he couldnt have in boarding school. of course there were girls in school who tried to be close to him, but he didnt budge.

hanging up, you shook your head. " no, thats for the sir up there " pointing towards the tall building to your right. peter leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto your lips. pulling away, showing how late you were, laughing. peters lips followed after you, indicating how 'needy' he was.

sighing, you pressed a kiss, feeling a smile appear on peters features, making you smile too.

" alright, alright lover boy, i have to go " you slapped his cheeks teasingly, making peter chuckle.

when you got to harrys office, you saw him playing with his bouncy ball that you got him as a replacement when he lost his.

" harry, sorry for hanging up, i had some things going- " you havent finished your sentence when harry stopped you.

" its whatever. " you could tell harry was mad. walking towards him with his coffee, you swung it softly infront of him hoping hed accept it.

not being able to resist you, he gave in. " thank you. " he smiled when the taste of his favorite coffee hit his tongue.

what you didnt know was that he saw every bit of the little interaction you had with peter. including the spiderweb stunt.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff

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snootsrottmntcollection · 1 year

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Hi! I currently have COVID-19 for the first time, so to deal with it I made some headcanons for Raph. If you have issues with the topic, please take care of yourself and skip this one!

So! Still here? You sure? Lovely!

HCs for Rise!Raph caring for an S/O with COVID-19

No pronouns mentioned, and no Y/N used! Established romantic relationship fluff. Word count: 696 || Character count: 3629

He’d be kind of cautious coming in your room for the first time.

Raph's top priority is caring for you, of course, but he also wishes to avoid getting sick himself. He has brothers to look after!

That is, until you remind him that the virus had specific human tastes for its victims...

...he kind of stopped giving a damn after that.

This dude is all about making sure that you’re well cared for in every way possible.

Need new bedsheets because you forgot to change them for a concerning amount of time? Gotcha covered.

Craving food that actually provides the nutrients that you need? No problemo.

He’d cook you full meals with reasonable portion sizes whether you asked for it or not, you’re sick for Lou Jitsu's sake.

“Eat something real or perish,” said in the most cheerful tone.

Got a sore throat? Warm milk and honey and/or the perfect tea coming right your way, perhaps a cough drop as well.

Coffee is also made fresh each morning. No one needs to say anything anymore, this is just how it is now.

Body ache? Raph owns a concerning amount of painkillers, don’t worry you can have some too.

This guy provides you with desperately needed physical contact.

Snuggling and cuddling is lovely just don’t cough in your savior’s face please and thank you.

Raph is very flexible when it comes to cuddling positions! He doesn't care which you prefer, he trusts you to not hurt yourself on his spikes.

You can watch videos and shows and movies all you want, Raph will probably be asleep within 5 minutes anyway.

He doesn’t fall asleep on purpose! If he’s around someone he loves and if nothing extraordinary is happening, it’s a switch goes off and he’ll suddenly doze off.

His cute little snaggletooth pokes out when he’s asleep! You resist the urge to touch. Raph appreciates the effort.

Every time you start hacking up your lungs, Raph startles awake with a yelp.

You apologize the first few times but eventually you reached the conclusion that it was going to keep happening.

He likes giving you kisses wherever you’re comfortable with. Forehead kisses are soft, and Raph is a big fan of kissing your knuckles overdramatically. The way he kneels down makes you feel like the main character.

He will absolutely resort to bribery, threats and in very frustrating cases blackmail to get you to take a bath.

“I will steal your blankets if you don’t go and wash off. I do not care if you’re sick, I can and I will!”

Betrayal.

...You’d totally do the same thing.

Raph respects you as a person but he does not take shit from sad sack bath avoidance syndrome.

He would totally vibe with you in the bathtub if he could but alas, human bathtubs are tiny as shit.

If you let him wash your hair or back or something, he might literally cry.

He will cry if you tell him that you’ll genuinely return the favor.

You pinkie promise.

Your room is going to get aired out every once and a while, no ands buts or ifs. No stuffy air in this household! Or apartment.

Raph never knows how to refer to your place.

Raph and you get into the deepest discussions ever at midnight almost each day. Not really about heavy topics but y’all just get in the zone at around that time.

Hyperfixations and hobbies get talked about, real world news if that’s something you can handle. Raph has a lot of stories to tell about his life, and you don’t mind listening.

Whenever you decide to talk about something, Raph hangs on to every word as if his life depended on it.

He’s so invested in what you have to say, even if it’s quick or brief.

Your health improves over time, slowly but surely.

He’s so unwaveringly supportive.

Time flies by with Raph on your side.

Thank you so much for reading!!

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to express your opinion on my writing. I went nearly two years without getting a taste of corona, and those were... some very convenient two years. This cough is killer. I usually take time out of my day to lay on my back and just exist for a bit, especially while being sick, but I can't lay down for more than a few seconds without my lungs disagreeing. Well, on the bright side it's getting better! Take care of yourselves during the holidays folks!

Comments > Reblogs > Likes

#covid #covid cw #corona #corona cw #i know a lot of people have issues with covid related stuff so i'm tagging to be safe #take care of yourselves!#rottmnt x reader #rise x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #raph #rise raph #rottmnt raph #rottmnt #headcanons #x reader #could this qualify as a sickfic? it's not a fic but there's being sick #hmpf #rise headcanons

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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DAE's STEDDIE FICS

I am not taking requests right now.

🍦 Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson 🎸

Chaptered

for your eyes only (i'll show you my heart)

(7 Chapters completed on AO3)

“Damn you, Harrington.” Eddie shakes his head, looking back at the box again. He can see Robin looking at him, but Eddie avoids looking at her. He didn’t want to answer questions about his damn crush on Steve freaking Harrington and how he keeps getting more perfect by the minute. Eddie needs him to stop, like literally right now.

“Oh my god,” Dustin screams, making Eddie look at him from across the room. Eddie finds him staring at someone, so he follows his line of sight and finds one Steve Harrington, yeah, that one, the one he just asked a second ago to stop being perfect? Yeah, that guy is standing at the bottom of the stairs with a crumpled box in his hands and is wearing glasses.

Steve Harrington just exceeded perfect.

Or: 5 times Eddie falls in love with Steve wearing glasses and the 1 time Steve finds out.

choose the rose garden (over madison square)

(5 Chapters completed on AO3)

Eleven Blooms is Steve Harrington’s pride and joy.

The first time El visits the flower shop, she cries. She cries, and she cries, as Steve holds her in his arms, thanking her for everything she’s ever done for all of them, telling her that no matter how many flowers he’ll watch grow in his life, Jane Hopper would be the prettiest, brightest, strongest one of them all and it’s been a privilege to watch her bloom into the person she’s always meant to be

Or: It's 1991, Joyce and Hop are finally getting married. Steve owns a flower shop, Eddie's a rockstar and everyone's tired of their bullshit.

i’ve got you under my skin

(5 Chapters completed on AO3)

“Who’s getting married?” Steve whispers. Eddie smiles at him, and Steve swears he’s never seen that much of Eddie’s teeth.

“You and I, sweetheart. We’re getting married.”

Eddie gives him a look, thank God, something familiar in this whole mess. It’s the look that Eddie gives him that says Do this or I’ll fire you. Steve cocks his head, “Yes! Yes!”

He looks back at Gareth, “We are getting married.” Steve announces, enunciating every word.

Or: Steve Harrington has to marry Eddie Munson (also know as the Devil Incarnate), so Eddie won’t get deported back to Canada and for Steve to finally achieve his dream to be a producer.

Or: The Proposal AU Steddie Edition

One Shots

i saw the world crashing (all around your face)

(9,7k words)

"How're you feeling?" Eddie quietly whispers, the conversation private for just the two of them, even if there are people around them.

"Okay. I think. Your injuries hurt like a bitch." Eddie laughs, full-on paughs, his eyes wrinkling into a crescent. Dear fucking god, he had dimples. Yeah, Steve is a goner. Eddie Munson had a smile that could rival the sun. He thinks this might be his new life mission: make Eddie Munson laugh and smile for the rest of his life.

Or: Steve Harrington begs the universe to keep Eddie Munson alive while he carries him in his arms. Someone must have heard im in the Upside Down because Eddie's injuries transfer to him.

you're beautiful (every little piece, love)

(7,5k words)

Steve Harrington would do anything for the kids. Anything.

Apparently that includes shaving his hair.

shakespeare and warm drinks

(4,8k words)

She’s not sure of a lot of things. But here are three things Joyce Hopper knows right now:

1. She makes the best hot chocolates in Hawkins, maybe the whole of Indiana.

2. She loved Shakespeare in high school.

3. She is not a great matchmaker.

Or: The one where Joyce matchmakes Steve and Eddie: Shakespeare Style.

this love came back to me

(15,9k words)

"And you do know that people are curious, right?" Oprah pushes her glasses up, "Everyone is curious as to who and how you can write such heartbreaking songs without anyone ever seeing your date?"

The camera flicks to Steve, and he blinks back at her, "Yes. I am aware."

"Where is this muse?" The camera flickers between Oprah and Steve as they laugh at the question.

"My muse is chilling in the skies, watching me play. He's probably berating me for stealing his sweetheart."

Or: After Eddie's death, Steve returns to the Upside Down to retrieve his guitar. He learns how to play it and ends up becoming a famous singer, famous for his heartbreaking songs about longing and yearning for someone. For a while, that's it. It's not until sixteen years later, that some secrets are uncovered.

this umbrella belongs to me (to us)

(13,8k words)

Sarah Hayes is nineteen when she finds out she’s pregnant. She had just graduated high school, and she just gotten accepted into Indiana University, and this was supposed to be her year.

Now— now she’s pregnant.

Damn, Wade Munson and his damn smooth talking and his damn brown eyes. She should’ve never agreed on that date.

Or: 5 times fate tried to pull Eddie and Steve together through an umbrella, and the one time it finally brings them together.

lumière over me

(1,2k words)

Growing and changing will always be easier for Steve when Eddie’s with him. It doesn’t matter if it has been 10 years, 20 years or even 50 years.

Series

was there a lifetime waiting for us (in a world where i was yours?)

one: you're the pulse i've always needed

(9,2k words)

28 years after Eddie Munson's death, Steve Harrington watches The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and hears a song that changes his life.

two: my soul looks forward to loving you

(3 chapters completed on AO3)

"I don't shake hands." Eddie gives him a look. Steve can't decipher what it is. Fascination? Curiosity? Interest?

"Soulmate non-believer?" Eddie challenges.

Steve raises an eyebrow at him before answering, "Romantic soulmate non-believer."

"Shake my hand. Nothing's going to happen, love. Not ever.”

Or: In their next life, a universe where if you hold your soulmate's hand, you will see visions of a past life lived together, Stephen Buckley and Edward Munson both don't believe in soulmates.

#steddie #steddie masterlist #dae writes #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #for your eyes only #choose the rose garden (over madison square)#ive got you under my skin #you're beautiful (every little piece love)#my soul looks forward to loving you

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How Far We’ve Come - Epilogue

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a/n: The 6 kids are 25, 24, 23, 20 and the twins are 17.. Ahh! This was the last part of the series; however I could be convinced to do little one shots here and there... Eventually. I’m working on some thoughts for some other pieces I would like to write and would like to write another series. Thanks for sticking with me and if you have any feedback, literally anything, send me a message! I’d love to hear it. Thanks for sticking with me :)

pic from TGibby’s insta

Life had been going great for the Hotchners, and there were a lot of big events coming up for the household. Joey had graduated with a degree in Behavior Analysts, he was finishing up the academy all while getting his Juris Doctor degree. Joey was fascinated by law as he wanted to get justice for people. While the DV caused your husband’s life to end, Joey wanted to make sure that enver happened to anyone. The reason he was focusing on the FBI was to get there before it was too late. Joey had outright said it at dinner one day, and it made you reminisce.

Joey had just come home for the first time, it was Thanksgiving. It was a hard adjustment for everyone. The twins were 10, so they knew where he was going yet they were still upset to see him leave. Even with the 3 older kids being older, things just weren’t the same with Joey in college. Aaron hated when Joey was away, but Joey made sure to call or text him every day. Aaron didn’t know this but you made sure to text Joey how much it meant that he called Aaron every day. Joey knew how hard Aaron’s job was, especially after Strauss had passed and was carrying the work of Unit and Section Chief.

Everyone was gathered around the table for Thanksgiving, all the kids talking and taking pictures of themselves every 5 minutes, well at least the younger 3. Aaron and you were finishing up the last remaining meal and placed it on the table. Everyone gathered around and made some small talk. It was a normal family dinner, one that hadn’t happened since Joey had left in August, but they were grateful for this meal now.

“So, I’ve finally decided what I want to do.”

You looked at Aaron from across the table and said, “What’s that Joey?”

“Well, because of Dad, I want to go into the FBI, the BAU specifically.”

Aaron feared for this. He didn’t want any of his 6 kids to go through what he’d been through. He knew Joey was interested in his job, ever since he was a little kid, Joey was interested. Aaron had had numerous talks with Joey about the job and how hard it could be on someone, but it only seemed to inspire Joey more.

“Dad, before you say anything, just hear me out. I want to go into the BAU because I want to be able to stop something before anyone gets hurt. I want to be the reason that someone smiles on the worst day of their life, by bringing their family or friend home. Dad, YOU have saved hundreds of people, maybe even thousands. You don’t give yourself enough credit. I know we’ve had countless talks about the BAU and I know you’ve been trying overtime to get me to not go into the field, but hearing you talk about it only makes me want to go into it more. I want to save lives and I know how hard the job could be on someone and how dangerous it might be, but Dad, you’ve done it. You’re the unit chief, and you’ve raised 6 amazing children and are a father to us. Once I graduate, I’m going to focus on law school as well, I feel like it’ll help me. You inspired me Dad and I want to do this.”

You looked at Aaron and saw him put his fork down. He stood up and Joey stood up. You watched them go hug each other and you snapped a picture. While Joey wasn’t close with Aaron at first, their bond grew so much. The hiking trip on father’s day all those years ago helped that. Now Joey was telling Aaron that the reason he wants to go into law and the FBI is BECAUSE of Aaron. You knew Aaron would be crying about it tonight.

That made you smile, because here he was, getting ready to graduate with his JD degree along with earning the spot in the BAU. Aaron was still section chief of the FBI, but Aaron had nothing to do with the interview and application process, he immediately went to the higher ups and explained the situation, but Joey was well over qualified to earn that spot and didn’t even need his Dad to get him in.

With Joey graduating from his law program, came a wedding. He was engaged to his high school sweetheart, Hannah. She had a degree in education and had been settling into her job as a Middle school teacher. Hannah was super nice and you and Aaron knew those two would get married. Aaron had been saying it since the first time he met her. Well, walked in on her and Joey making out in the pool.

So with Joey’s graduation today and then the wedding the week after, it was all a little hectic. But it wouldn’t be a Hotchner household if there wasn’t more to it. Jack was also getting married. Jack met his fiance in college their freshman year. Joey and Jack were young, but they were very good at knowing what they wanted and they seemed to have their entire life planned out. Jack became a paramedic. He wanted to save people, but he also didn’t want the trauma that his Dad had experienced.

Tyler and Grace, they weren’t twins, but they might as well could’ve been. They were your wild children. Grace was always your wild child, but that rubbed off on Tyler. Those two grew extremely close. Tyler and Grace were out partying every weekend, in which your daughter had bought a fake ID and used it all the time.

You watched Aaron put his shirt on and he walked over to his bedside table. He opened the drawer and you glanced down. Inside you saw the Fake IDs of all his kids; Joey, Jack, Tyler, and Grace’s, along with shot glasses, vodka shooters, and condoms.

“Can’t believe Joey’s graduating today, getting married next week, Jack’s getting married the following week, and then our Gracie turns 21 and the twins turn 18.”

He knelt on the bed and kissed you. You loved your husband, he was incredibly handsome, especially in his dadbod state with his jet black hair with a sprinkle of gray in it. It was the perfect combo.

“Well, I’m afraid that when the twins turn 18, I’ll have to add to my collection of fake IDs taken.”

You let out a laugh, thinking back to all the times Aaron caught them using their fakes or saw that they had one.

You looked in his drawer and saw the plethora of fake IDs. You reached in the drawer and saw about 10 different states. Each kid had about 3 Fake IDs, especially after Aaron had taken their first or seconds.

“Our kids are trouble makers and unfortunately Harper and Mas, they’re just like our other 4.”

You laughed at your husband’s statement and he leaned down to kiss you. He laid his body on top of you and you ran your hand through his hair. He had been awfully quiet tonight. Maybe it was because Joey’s graduation was today, or the fact that the kids were getting married.

You felt your dog hop on your bed and Aaron said, “Hey princess.”

Oh, you forgot to mention that the twins convinced Aaron to get them a dog for their 5th birthday. After countless times before the kids had asked him, he finally caved in. Yet, he was the closest to your dog. Aaron took the dog on his morning runs, brought the dog to the kids’ sporting events, and pretty much everywhere except to work. The dog laid next to you and Aaron petted your dog.

“When did we become old?”

“What are you talking about, honey?”

“Our oldest is graduating with his second degree and getting married next week, Jack’s is getting married the week after, Tyler’s, well Tyler’s Tyler, and he’s just living the single life as a teacher. Our little girl’s got a boyfriend and is going to be 21. And then our twins are going to be 18, they’ll legally be adults.”

You kissed him and you knew he was hurting. It was very hard for him to see his children move out of the house that you two raised them in. You two were slowly becoming empty nesters and Aaron didn’t like it one bit. He loved his family, and you did too. But it was nice to have Aaron to yourself. You had the twins, Tyler was living in the apartment complex that your brother used to live in, which was very close.

“Aaron, just think, once Joey and Jack are married, we’re one step closer to becoming grandparents and while we won’t have our little kids to spoil, we’ll have our grandbabies to spoil!”

“You know, I always thought Gracie would end up pregnant in high school, I figured she’d be the one to make me a grandpa first.”

You laughed at that. Aaron always thought that Grace would be the one to get pregnant in high school. While he didn’t care if she did, and would support her all the way, he knew she was a wild child, she’d had a couple boyfriends in high school and two of them being serious. Unfortunately, but maybe fortunately he knew she was having sex, he saw the empty condom box in the bathroom one day when he was cleaning. At least she’d been being safe about it, that’s all he could ask for.

You heard a knock on the door and told whoever it was to come in.

“You and Dad aren’t having sex right?”

Aaron said, “No.”

Joey opened the door and he said, “Thank god, because I’ve lived 25 years and have never seen that and I don’t ever want to see that.”

You laughed and Aaron moved off you.

“Are you ready to graduate big guy?”

“Yeah, are you ready for me old man? I can kick your ass. I’ll be a better lawyer and agent than you.”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen.”

“I’ll prove it old man.”

The rest of the kids slowly moved into your room, all ready to go to Joey’s graduation. You drove to Joey’s university and got ready for graduation, Hannah sat next to your family. You and Aaron had talked about last minute wedding details with her and could tell she was a little nervous, but you and Aaron had calmed her down.

**A Week Later**

It was finally the day everyone had been waiting for. The first Hotchner wedding. Joey being first born, he got the first wedding. It just worked out that way.

Everything was beautiful, the venue, the flowers, Hannah’s dress. Everything was perfect. You watched Aaron help Joey do his tie and Joey smiled.

“What Joey?”

“The old man thinks I can’t tie my tie.”

“I know you can tie your tie. But you don’t tie it well. I’ve had years of practice as an agent, unit chief, and now section chief. You’re a young agent. You dress like Morgan most of the time.”

The photographer had been taking pictures and you looked at Aaron. You smirked and pulled his hand toward a closet. You and Aaron were older, but still young, and on top of all that, he was good looking, especially as he was getting older.

You began to kiss him and he looked around. He opened the closet door and he went to pull you in when you caught a glimpse of Grace and her boyfriend, Matt, making out in the closet.

Gracie said, “Oh my god, Dad, close the door!”

Aaron slammed the door and looked at you. The chances of you two hooking up in the closet were now slim to none due to the fact that you two just caught Grace and Matt getting ready to hook up in the closet.

They came stumbling out and Matt said, “Aaron, Y/n. We are so sorry.”

You looked at Aaron and Grace looked at him. You went to speak and Grace said, “Mom, Dad, we’re not 15. We’re two consenting adults.”

Aaron looked at his daughter and never took her eyes off her. That was his little girl and he just caught them getting ready to do the deed.

“Just, please go find Joey, he needs a picture of you two. Well, all the kids. It seems you’re ready. So, go.”

The kids started running down the hallway and you looked at Aaron. He leaned down to kiss you and he whispered against your lips, “She’s 100% your daughter.”

You pulled his tie down to you and said, “She may be my daughter, but according to the law, she’s your daughter too.”

When the ceremony began, it was emotional, there were pictures of Michael and Joey when he was younger. It made you tear up, but you knew Michael was smiling down on his son.

Aaron was there with you everytime you needed to step away and he was there to make sure the bartenders wouldn’t serve Grace, Harper, and Mason alcohol. Which made you laugh because you had caught Penelope, Emily, JJ, Derek, and Spencer going to the bar and getting drinks that wouldn’t normally be drunk by them, but be drunk by your kids.

At the end of the night, it was just your family. You all were dancing with each other and Joey and Hannah had walked back with a gift. They gave it to you and Joey said, “Mom, Dad, this is for you. Thank you guys for everything. Everything you’ve done for me, for raising me to be an incredible man.”

You and Aaron opened your gifts and pulled out a little onesie.

Aaron read it and said, “Papa’s newest hiking buddy.”

You looked at the onesies and said, “Joey, Hannah. Oh my god.”

Aaron said, “We’re going to be grandparents!”

Aaron kissed you then hugged Joey and Hannah. It was a perfect ending to a perfect night. Joey and Hannah were starting their new life and getting ready to begin their new life with a little one in 6 and a half months.

**1 week later**

Jack’s big day was here. Everything was perfect too. The boys knew what they and their fiances wanted, so it was just right. Jack had pictures of Haley there and you knew Aaron was emotional. Just as how he was there for you on Joey’s day, you were there for him on Jack’s big day.

You were in charge of making sure the kids were drinking within limits, you knew you couldn’t stop them but you didn’t want them to get wasted either. When it got to the mother, son dance, you and Jack had a surprise for Aaron. You grabbed Jack and began to dance to the same song that Aaron and Haley danced to at their wedding.

You and Jack looked over at Aaron and he was sitting at the table with all the kids. He wiped his tear and smiled.

Jack said, “Why don’t you go get Dad to join us.”

You grabbed Aaron up and kissed him, Aaron walked over to join you and Jack and then Jack’s fiance joined in into a group slow dance. It was perfect, it was closure for Jack and Aaron.

After the night, you let Jack and Aaron go talk on the balcony while you were trying to round up the 4 kids that were coming home with you. You knew they’d have a serious hangover in the morning so you needed to get them in one place where they’d be comfortable.

Once you got all the kids home, you and Aaron made it back to your bedroom. He locked the door and said, “Want to recreate our wedding night?”

**1 Week later**

Grace had finally turned 21 and she convinced Aaron to go out with her to the college bars on campus. Joey, Jack, and Tyler all agreed to meet down at her campus and go clubbing with her too.

It was a fun scene. Aaron heard a bunch of her college friends say “DILFS drink for free” and kept buying Aaron drinks even though he kept declining. He just kept passing the drinks to his daughter. If he wasn’t going to drink them, he could pass them to one of his 4 kids who were.

When the 4 kids heard he was paying, he knew his bank account would be hurting for the huge tab that would be taken tonight. But, Gracie was his little girl, even though she was a pain for him and was going to kill him one day or another, she had him wrapped around his finger.

“Come on Dad! Let’s take a shot!”

You and Aaron were the designated drivers, but you convinced Aaron to do a few shots with the kids. You took pictures and videos, because if the kids didn’t remember in the morning, they definitely would after seeing proof.

Her 21st birthday was fun, she was drunk, but not drunk enough where she was wasted. Tyler was your wild child, he was drunk.

They opened up the karaoke stage and you laughed thinking about when you took Aaron to do karaoke on a date night. You sang Baby got back and then friends in low places with him. Your kids were very outgoing, you knew they had a soft spot for karaoke, as many family vacations usually called for one night of karaoke.

Joey called your kids attention to it. Then just in good ole Hotchner fashion. The kids all ran on stage and started singing up there, you and Aaron had recorded and then started dancing to the music. Your kids were never grossed out by you and Aaron. They thought you two were the cool parents, even if you took away their Fake IDs before they turned 21.

You and Aaron decided to hop on stage with the kids and you all sang Friends in Low Places, placing a cowboy hat on Aaron’s head, you were brought back to that moment, all those years ago, before your two families were combined, before you had the twins, when it was just you and him and that bar. It made you smile thinking of the life you made and how everything became full circle.

**6 months later**

You and Aaron were watching Mason’s baseball game and Harper’s softball game. Both fields right next to each other were perfect, you could sit in the outfield, see both your children play in the game and you got to see both of them.

Then you got a call from Joey. When you answered, you knew it was something about Hannah. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and knew it’d be soon that she’d deliver. Once the game ended, you and Aaron quickly grabbed Mason and Harper and drove with them to the hospital.

Joey met you in the waiting room. Jack, Tyler, Grace, Harper, and Mason all hugged each other then hugged Joey.

Joey said, “Can you let Mom and Dad meet the baby first, then I’ll come back and get you guys?”

His siblings all nodded and you and Aaron followed Joey into the hospital room.

When Joey opened the door, Hannah had been holding the baby in her arms. Hannah smiled widely at you and Aaron and whispered, “Hi!”

Aaron and you walked closer and Joey said, “Mom, Dad, meet your first grandson, Michael Aaron Hotchner.”

You immediately had tears in your eyes. You looked at your grandson and he was absolutely perfect. He was the perfect mix of Hannah and Joey.

Aaron looked at Joey and whispered, “You didn’t have to give him my middle name.”

Hannah said, “We absolutely did. You have been an amazing father to Joey and an amazing father in law to me. Ever since high school you’ve been so good to me Aaron. It’s the least we could do. We gave you a new little buddy to take naps with, to cook with, go hiking with.”

Joey said, “Thanks for being the best Dad. I know I was hesitant all those years ago, but looking back, I wish I hadn’t been because I now know that you were just trying to love a broken child who had lost his father, you loved me back together. You filled that void that my Dad took with him when he died. Without you Aaron, I wouldn’t be who I am today. You and Mom.” Aaron and Joey hugged and Hannah said, “Here, do you want to hold your grandson?”

Aaron nodded and he took Michael from your arms. Hannah had taken pictures of the baby and of you and Aaron with Michael.

Aaron said, “Hi Michael. I’m your Papa. I can’t wait to get all the snuggles I can with you. I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to you. Your daddy and I stop bad guys. Well, soon it’ll be just your daddy when I retire, but I still have to make sure your Dad won’t be better than me.”

Everyone laughed in the room and Aaron held him close. Had you and him been a little younger, you would have been convinced that you and Aaron would get pregnant that night. Seeing him with babies and children was a big turn on for you, just as it was a turn on for him as well.

Once the rest of your kids came into the room, the nurse took pictures of your family. Had you never met Aaron, this whole family would have never happened. The moments you enver wanted to forget will forever be a part of you in scrapbooks, camera rolls, social media. Aaron gave you a life that you wanted with Michael. Aaron gave you even more than you could ever ask for. Two single parents worked it out and became one big happy family. You truly had gone the distance with each other.

Jack said, “I can’t believe we’re uncles and aunts. Our brother has a baby!”

Joey said, “Yeah, what do you think old man? You’re a grandpa.”

Aaron chuckled and looked at you. Your husband leaned over to kiss you while holding your grandson.

You posted a picture of Aaron holding his grandson and then the whole family together. You captioned it, “Who thought the strict unit chief would become so soft at the sight of his first grandchild?”

**Few Weeks Later**

Your family vacation had been planned a year in advance. Everyone was at the lake house and you all decided to go boating. Joey said, “Dad, did you really have to bring the rat?”

“Leave my girl alone.”

Aaron began to drive on the boat and you took countless pictures of all the kids and their significant others. You walked over to kiss him and Mason said, “Dad, the rat wants you.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and picked up your dog.

“She’s probably cold, Mas.”

Aaron tucked your dog into his sweatshirt and held her as he was driving. You made sure to snap a picture to add to his collection of pictures with the dog. He was very protective of his dog.

Joey walked over with Michael in his arms and said, “Here Grandpa, take over, I’m going to shotgun with my brothers and sisters.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and Michael handed him the baby. He had stopped the boat and turned off the engine. He sat in the back of the boat holding Michael and began to feed him. You made your way over and laid your head on Aaron’s arm.

Aaron and you looked out at your children and saw how happy they were. The kids were all pushing each other off the boat or wrestling on the platform or the watermat. They were having fun, not a care in the world. That’s all that mattered.

“I’m glad we were able to make this work.”

“Me too, honey. Let’s plan on it for next year. Who knows, we might have more grandchildren by then.”

Aaron said, “I wish Jack would tell us that she’s pregnant.”

You both chuckled and you leaned forward to kiss him. He held you and whispered, “I love you so much. Thank you for giving me a chance all those years ago.”

You smiled at him and said, “I love you, too, Aar.”

You stood up and went to go on the watermatt with the kids.

Aaron looked down at Michael and Michael was staring up at him and beginning to smile. He said, “Hey buddy. Look, you want to see your crazy family?”

Aaron put Michael on his chest and Michael grabbed Aaron’s shirt. Aaron kissed his head and said, “This family has come a long way, and someday, when you’re telling your children about us, you’ll realize just how far we’ve come.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x single mom!reader #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #jack hotchner

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strawberry--bride · 10 months

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Admin-san what are some kiseki and subaru headcanons? I would love to know more about their father-daughter moments ^_^

Thank you very much for this ask and showing interest in my little baby. uwu

These headcanons were written together with @subaruwu since they have a much better grasp on Subaru than I do. (I fail as a Subaru stan, I know. :'')

My headcanons (from Kiseki's POV)

1. Kiseki developed a strong connection with her father from a very young age onwards. As a newborn, she would never sleep alone in her crib and could only fall asleep when Subaru would take her into their coffin and lay her on top of his chest.

2. As a toddler, she began to adapt his behavior more and more. She even picked up on his manner of speech with her first ever word being 'fuck' (くそ). -> comic here

3. When it was time for her to enter kindergarten, she was very adamant about changing her hairstyle to imitate her dad. At first she would bump into furniture because it obscured her eyesight, but she has learnt to make it work.

4. Kiseki refers to Subaru as 'papa' (パパ). As a result, Ayato and Laito now pick on Subaru by mockingly calling him 'papa-baru'.

5. Subaru can basically do nothing wrong in Kiseki's eyes. While Sharon never holds back to call Subaru out on his flaws (of which there are many, trust me), Kiseki will always take his side.

6. When they had to talk about what they would like to become in the future as part of one of her kindergarten classes, she answered 'I want to become papa's bride' without hesitation. Sharon would like to object.

7. Another time they had to talk about their heroes/the person they look up to and Kiseki prepared a whole 20-minute speech on all of the things which make her papa the best one in the whole wide world.

8. The other kids at her kindergarten and even the teacher are honestly horrified of Subaru. He came to pick her up once and saw how she got pushed by one of the boys in her class which unleashed an unstoppable anger inside of him because how dare that scoundrl hurt his perfect little princess. All the teachers and some of the other parents had to combine forces to stop him from punching the kid into another dimension.

@subaruwu's headcanons (from Subaru's POV)

i. Little Kiseki is the kind of child who wanders into the garden and makes friends with every breathing organism within a 3 mile radius. Animals are drawn to her the way they are drawn to her father as well. And besides, they're so much less scary than, for instance, other kids. It's easier to 'socialize' with them.

She finds all kinds of critters and presents them proudly to her parents so that they may greet them as well. Subaru then instructs her to place them gently back into nature…. But sometimes he fails. and then Sharon will discover a frog in the bathtub.

ii. Subaru religiously reads Kiseki to sleep every day. Sometimes, he even makes up stories: those are her favorite.

iii. Anything Kiseki wants, Subaru gets her— within reason. He should really consider himself LUCKY his daughter has such a sweet soul, otherwise she'd be spoiled rotten at this point.

iv. He can spend literal hours just staring at her. Specifically when she was a newborn, he'd just be completely enthralled watching her nap in his embrace. As we've talked about before, her mere existence has boosted his self confidence on some level. He made this perfect, sweet girl- so that must mean he can't be all bad.

v. Using a silly voice, he sometimes converses with her through Kuro-san… only when no one else is around, though!

vi. Subaru does not like having to share Kiseki's attention with his brothers. ;-; And he gets really jealous and annoying. 'this is MY baby' vii. As we know and have seen in the past, she imitates his behavior… and it embarrasses him. Kiseki really holds a mirror up to him this way. He's trying to be better, but doesn't fucking succeed god fucking damn it old fucking habits die so fucking hard.

viii. Subaru tries his best to set rules. But Kiseki doesn't always follow them. So he's like "…. aight. it is what it is." — correlates with his ass spoiling her xd. Kiseki is just… the exception in some many ways. He can't get mad at her.

ix. Subaru approaches the world with his emotions, Kiseki approaches the world with her mind. They learn from each other each day.

x. Kiseki and Subaru are both very passionate. Subaru wants to share the world with his little baby and be with her all the time but Kiseki the gemini will eventually desire freedom

#subaron #guest muse: kiseki #kiseki sakamaki #headcanons #(( I hope you like these anon! ))

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Electric: Chapter 15

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

J&Gem Chats 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 16

Electric

Chapter 15: Vicious

John sat in the quiet room, the only sound was the beeping heart monitor, one when there should’ve been two. Martha was asleep in the hospital bed, and minus the cut wrapped in gauze on her right arm, she could’ve just been asleep at home. The lidocaine was starting to wear off and John could feel the side of his head pulsing from glass being pulled out. 10 stitches. He welcomed the pain, because it was the only thing he felt like he could control.

Martha opened her eyes slowly and turned towards John, taking in the bloody shirt he was wearing, the gauze taped to the side of his head. His worried eyes watching her, and her hand in his. She breathed a sigh of relief, he was okay. She reached down automatically to feel for the baby, and John's eyes followed her hand, a haunting look coming over him. It was then that she remembered.

“What happened to the baby, John?” She asked in a raspy voice.

John took a deep breath, eyes tearing up. The pain of knowing was already overwhelming, but the pain of having to tell Martha was crushing his chest. He lifted her hand, placing his lips gently against her palm, and then held it between both of his.

“He’s gone, love. I’m so sorry, Mar, we lost him.” John said, voice shaky.

Martha watched him break down into sobs, leaning his head against the bed. Tears welled in her eyes at his pain, but her own was pushed down, deep down into a box. She let John cry, reaching over her other hand to carefully touch his face.

“The nurses, they said it would be good for us to see him, to hold him. I’ll call them.” John said, his voice strangled with pain.

He picked the up phone and quietly explained the request, while Martha turned to look at the heart monitor. Just one, not two.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in with a small swaddled bundle, placing it gently into John’s arms. Tears streamed down his face as every future scenario he’d imagined with his son, with his family, shattered into a thousand pieces. He sat for what seemed like hours before standing and silently placing the bundle into Martha’s arms.

She looked down and tried to feel something, anything, but all she felt was numb. Somewhere her brain told her she was sad, and her chest hurt at the look on John’s face, but she felt disconnected, floating alone in space. After a few minutes, she handed the bundle back to John and turned over. Looking back, he recognized it was the beginning of the end, the blank look in her eyes and how she turned her back to him.

John stood frozen in shock as Martha made her way towards the group. Anna came from behind him to stand to his right, and he tried to draw strength from his literal backup, clinging to Gemma's hand.

It was no surprise to anyone that Martha was as beautiful as ever, her blonde hair still long and wild, half pinned up. The dark green dress she wore only accentuated her beauty further.

Gemma tried to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside her mind was going a mile a minute. How can I compete with a childhood love story between two of the most beautiful people I've ever seen?

Martha stopped a few feet in front of John, smiling at him softly. Ada glared back at her, and Finn put a hand on Gemma's shoulder in support.

"Hi, John. I take it from the look on your face that you didn't invite me to this?" Martha said.

Her voice ripped through John's soul, it had been 5 years since he'd last heard it. He shook his head no slowly in response, unable to form words or sentences. The one thing he could focus on was rubbing Gemma's hand with his thumb, trying somehow to communicate that this was entirely an unexpected shock.

"I thought so, but figured maybe it was my chance to see you again. Hi Finn, Ada, Arthur, Anna." Martha replied, nodding to each of them.

Martha took note of the woman standing next to John, their hands linked. She could feel the spark between them radiating and it was immediately clear that the two were in some way involved. Deeply involved. She saw how Ada had stepped slightly in front of the woman, and Finn's hand on her shoulder. The Shelbys had accepted her into their family, and that didn't happen easily.

"I'm Martha." She said directly to Gemma.

"Gemma." Gemma responded, almost as if on autopilot.

This was John's ex, what was she supposed to say? John could feel Gemma stiffening beside him in discomfort and he forced his brain to work properly.

"My girlfriend." He finally said, his mouth feeling like cotton as he spoke.

It was only noticeable to John, but he saw a slight flicker in Martha's eyes at his statement, and in some weird way, it pleased him that she had that reaction. Not that he wanted her to be jealous, but after so many years of little to no communication, it felt good to prove that he had moved on with his life.

"I was hoping you and I could talk, John. Took this invite as a sign that maybe it's the right time to do that."

John could feel Arthur's hand clamp down on his shoulder, Anna leaning into him on his right, and Gemma ever so slightly stepping even closer to his left.

"Only took ten fucking years." Ada commented.

Martha's eyebrow raised in surprise but stayed steady where she stood, waiting for John to reply. He wanted to tell her off, to tell her to leave. He wanted to run away. But the deepest part of him, that had loved her when they were younger, still wanted answers. He still wanted an explanation.

"Give us a minute." John finally said, stepping backwards and pulling Gemma with him.

He led her into a private suite off to the side, meant for special guests and private events, closing the door behind them. Gemma looked up at him and could see his mind spinning, his eyes struggling to focus.

"I didn't invite her, Gemma, I swear to you. The last time we even talked was five years ago." John said frantically, running his hand through his hair.

"John. Hey, J, look at me. Take a breath and look at me." Gemma replied, pulling his hand down and taking it in her free hand.

He breathed in deeply and focused on her, letting himself get lost in her eyes that flickered in the dim lighting. She held his hands tightly, forcing him to stop and remain in one spot.

"I know you didn't invite her. Even if I didn't know you and trust you like I do, anyone could see that from a mile away, it was a shock to you. What I need you to do now is make a decision on how you feel. If you want to talk to her, then I support that. If you don't want to talk to her, I support that as well. But please make that decision for yourself. There may be things that she says that you need to hear. And I have to give her credit, takes a lot of guts to show up at this event. It must be important.”

John listened to Gemma's words and nodded, still trying to focus on calming down. He was going to find out who did this, and whoever it was, they were going to pay.

"There's a huge part of me that wants to tell her to fuck off. But there's a smaller part that's saying I need to hear what she says."

"Then that's what you need to do. This is maybe the closure you need, the answers you've been waiting for."

John nodded and closed his eyes. His mind was digging up memories he’d pushed away and he wanted to stay focused. He needed to stay focused.

He opened his eyes and found Gemma watching him in concern. He pulled her backwards so he could sit down and they would be eye level. He moved his hands to her waist, and she stepped between his legs to be closer. She was trying not to think the worst but it was hard not to.

“I need to say this first. Gemma, I love you. No matter what anyone says or does, Martha included. We’ve been apart now twice as long as we were together. She is my past and it’s a past I can’t and won’t go back to. You are my second chance. My future. My life completely changed when you walked into The Garrison. I want everything with you.”

John watched Gemma’s face closely as he spoke, hoping that she was really hearing him. He could feel her fingers rub against his neck and sighed with relief.

“I love you too. And I will fight for you, so you better make it perfectly clear that you are mine. That we are together. No questions.”

John nodded as Gemma kissed him with so much strength he had lean back.

“I am yours, love. For as long as you’ll have me.” John murmured as he held Gemma’s gaze.

She stared back into him for a moment and then nodded, reaching to fix his hair. John stood up and took a few deep breaths. He led Gemma back out to the mezzanine and kissed her before making sure she was settled on the sofa.

Martha watched the interaction, and the rest watched her, waiting for a reaction. She seemed to flinch when John kissed Gemma and Ada was secretly glad. John motioned for Martha to follow him and Ada waited before the door was closed before moving.

“I need to find Esme, how the fuck did she get invited? Finn, Anna, stay with Gemma. Arthur, make sure no one comes up here, especially photographers. This cannot get out.” Ada commanded and then walked swiftly to the stairs.

Arthur stationed himself near the top of the landing, while Anna sat down next to Gemma. Finn brought them both glasses of champagne and Gemma threw hers back as quickly as she could. Finn sat down on the side of her and took her hand.

“It’ll be fine, Gem. John loves you. I’m worried about what she’s going to say to him.”

“Are you ok? She left you, too. It must be weird to see her.”

“I don’t know what to feel, I’m just shocked.”

“Whoever invited her is in for some shit, that’s all I know. John won’t let this go unchecked.” Anna commented, Finn nodding in agreement.

John closed the door of the private suite behind Martha and turned to face her. He could still feel her pull on his soul, like the ocean tide, and was wary.

“It's good to see you. Even more handsome than I had pictured.” Martha said quietly with a small smile, walking further into the room.

“You look good too.” John replied, objectively it was true.

He waited for a minute, watching her take in the luxe decor of the room, the heavy silk curtains reflecting the dimmed light from the wall sconces.

“You had to have known I didn’t invite you to this.” John commented, standing firmly in place.

“I figured the chance was slim to none, but someone did. So I thought I’d take a shot. There are things I need to say to you.” Martha replied, turning back to face him.

God, she’s still so beautiful.

John let the silence descend. His heart was so walled off to her, but there was always a little crack Martha could get into, where she would find 5 year old John to hold hands with. 10 year old John to walk to school with. 15 year old John who had kissed her when she’d returned from a summer vacation, finally seeing the same feelings in her eyes.

20 year old John who had stepped up to his responsibility, loving her like she would never quite be loved again, as she carried their child and he proposed marriage late one night, after running out to buy the snack she’d been craving. And the John who had loved her still through all his pain and she had walked away from. Broken him.

“You shattered me. You walked away with barely a word of explanation. And all these years later you’re ready to explain?” John said, his tone quietly vicious.

“What I did and how I went about it was wrong, John, I know that. But I didn't even really understand it myself until the past couple of years, and I hope you’ll let me explain. For your peace of mind, if nothing else.” Martha responded, bravely taking the shot fired with his words.

John crossed his arms and nodded for her to continue.

“The shock was too much, at first. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling, and I didn’t want to feel pain, so I kept quiet. I knew I should've been devastated, but I wasn’t, which was terrifying. I couldn’t take your pain on top of that, I couldn’t see you hurting that much.

And the baby … Will. You were so ready, so looking forward to be his father, and the life we would have together. He was a fully formed person to you, someone you already deeply loved. I can admit now that I wasn’t at that level. I’m sure, if it had gone differently, that when he was born I would have loved him fully and immediately. But I couldn’t picture it the way you could. What I saw was my life changing and I wasn’t ready for it. So when we lost him, I pushed you away and I lost you forever.”

Martha watched John with tears in her eyes as he took in her words and tried to process what she was saying. It made sense, having the time and distance to look back on how events unfolded after the accident. But it still hurt like hell to think about.

“That night at The Garrison. You fucking crushed me, Martha.”

John went through the back door of The Garrison after getting a call from Arthur. John had been looking for Martha all day and apparently she was here. With Tommy.

He rounded the bar and saw them sitting at the far end. She was laughing. Tommy passed her another glass and she took a long sip, her smile falling as she saw John.

“Mar, I’ve been looking for you all day. What the fuck is going on here?” John asked angrily.

Tommy turned towards him, blank gaze mixed with whiskey. Understandably he’d been a wreck since the accident, but this was too much.

“The fun police are here, Tommy.” Martha commented as she took another sip of her drink.

“We’re just having a few drinks, John. Commiserating.” Tommy slurred, holding up his glass.

“Martha, come on. You’re drunk. Let me take you home.” John said, reaching out for her.

Martha pulled away from his hand, the glare she gave cutting right through John’s soul.

“Leave me alone, John.” She said coolly.

“You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks, won’t take my calls. What am I supposed to do?”

“I can’t do this.”

“Mar, please. Let me take you home, we can talk tomorrow, I’m just worried about you.”

“No, John. You and I. I can’t do it anymore. Looking at you hurts too much.”

John staggered back, reaching out for a barstool for support. Arthur caught his arm and steadied him. Never, in the 15 years he’d known Martha, had she ever talked to him like that. Ever. Tommy’s eyes were wide, concern surfacing through the sea of alcohol.

“Fine. Call me when you're sober.” John replied stiffly, turned, and walked out the front door of The Garrison.

Arthur glared at Tommy and followed John out.

John had avoided that spot at that bar for the next ten years, until Gemma sat down right there and ordered a Coke. The ways she’d changed his life and she didn't even know it.

“I was awful to you, John. Sending my parents to pick up my things, not speaking to you. Avoiding you. I am truly, truly sorry.” Martha said, her eyes tearing up again.

The last time they had spoken, five years before, was when they had awkwardly run into each other on the street and she’d said that she was moving to London. That Birmingham was his now.

“Do you ever think about him?” John asked, spinning the signet ring on his pinky.

“All the time.” Martha whispered.

“You should visit him sometime. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him and what he would be like.” John said, eyes watering.

Martha nodded and composed herself, John giving her a moment by looking down at the floor.

“Would you have changed it? If you could go back, would you have gone through with having him?”

It was a question that haunted John, one that had popped into his mind early on, in the midst of a very drunken and painful evening.

“No, I wouldn’t have changed it. He was part of you, and I loved you too much to let any part of you go. Had he lived, maybe you and I would be here together, tonight.”

“I think about that sometimes, how our lives would’ve gone if he’d lived.”

“We’ll never really know, right? Time goes on and we keep going with it. You seem to be in a good place now, and I’m happy for you. How long have you and Gemma been dating?”

“A little over 3 months.”

“But it’s serious.” Martha’s voice turned quiet.

“It is. The most serious I’ve been about someone since you and I. I love her.”

Martha smiled and nodded, walking over to John.

“I know you do. Thanks for taking the time to talk. A part of me will love you forever. Be happy, John.” She said, her small hand against his face and then gone just as quickly.

“You deserve to be happy too, Martha. What happened was an accident. I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I did.”

“I’m trying. Fact is, there are very few men that are as good as you. There’s one, though, and maybe it’s time to let him in.”

Martha and John stood still for a minute, watching each other, the realization that they each had really moved on into different places in life. John still saw the young girl that he had loved, and how much that love that had impacted him. And he knew that he loved Gemma just as much now, but would love her even more as their relationship deepened.

“Something you should know … I’m getting back into music, once this opening is wrapped up. And there’s a lot of songs over the years that I’ve written about you. And what happened. I thought you should know, so that it wouldn’t be a shock.” John said, watching for a reaction.

“That’s genuinely good news, John. I can imagine how much you've missed it, and if that’s what you want to do, you should. It is your life, too, your memories.”

John nodded in thanks and then stared down at the floor, unsure of what else to say.

“Would um … do you think Gemma would talk to me for a few minutes?” Martha asked quietly.

“I can ask her, can’t say if she’ll agree. But I trust you to keep it civil.” John replied and headed for the door.

Gemma breathed a sigh of relief as she saw John exit the suite alone, smiling wanly at her. It was clear the conversation had been emotional.

“Gem, Martha wants to know if she could talk to you? It’s up to you.” John said awkwardly, standing in front of the sofa.

Gem looked at Finn who shrugged and then to Anna who smiled encouragingly. Gemma stood and took John’s hand, squeezing it as she looked into his eyes, and then nodded.

Ada came back up the stairs just as Gemma went into the suite.

“John, I talked to Esme, she has no clue how Martha got on the invite list. We sent out the invites from the office, only Esme and Alison had access to the final list, or were supposed to, and they put together the mailing. We’ll find out who - wait, where’s Gemma?” Ada said, talking quickly as she took in the scene.

Gemma closed the door behind her, coming face to face with Martha, who was sitting on the edge of a velvet armchair.

“Gemma, thank you for taking the time to speak with me.” Martha said in a friendly, respectful tone.

“You’re welcome. What did you want to talk about?” Gemma replied, on guard.

“I just want to let you know that I came here to apologize to John, nothing more. It’s something I should’ve done a long time ago, but I didn’t quite understand it myself until more recently. So much time had passed … calling or dropping in didn’t seem to be options.”

“Well, I’m sure he appreciates the explanation, I know it’s weighed on him.”

“It’s nice to see him happy again. In love. Hard to find a better man than John Shelby. Take care of him.”

Gemma watched the pain flit across Martha’s face, and she felt for her. Losing her child, losing John. Moving away and still trying to find her own happiness.

“I will. I love him more than words can say. I know how rare of a find he is. And I know he wants you to be happy, it’s important to him. Even if it doesn't seem like it.”

Martha nodded and the two watched each other for a moment. John’s past and his future.

“Can you do me one favor?” Gemma asked.

“What is it?”

“Apologize to Finn before you leave. He’s worried about John, and me and John, but he lost you, too.”

“I see why John loves you. Why they all do. Once you’re in with the Shelbys, they’ll protect you with their lives. I’ll speak to him.”

Gemma nodded and let Martha walk out first.

John watched as Martha came towards Finn, pulling him to the side, and Gemma trailed behind. He met her halfway and took her hand.

“What did she have to say?” John asked worriedly.

“I think in some way she wanted to make sure I appreciate who you are. That you’re loved in the way you should be.” Gemma replied, a small smile on her face.

“There’s no question on that, love. Thank you for dealing with all this. She’s talking to Finn now.”

“I know, I asked her to.”

John pulled Gemma into him, whispering his thanks into her hair as they made their way back to the seating area.

Gemma’s ability to understand what people needed was one of the things he loved about her the most. She had sensed how hurt Finn had been, as a young child, when Martha left the family. It wasn’t just John, it was the entire Shelby clan. Finn had known Martha his entire life, he was too young to remember before John and Martha were a couple, and they were a steady presence after Margaret Shelby had died. Martha’s absence was something he had never really understood.

John and Gemma watched as Martha gave Finn a side hug, and then Martha turned back to everyone else.

“Just one question, Martha. Can you describe to me what the invite looked like?” Ada asked, all business, and not looking for or willing to have any further conversations.

“It was turquoise and gold? Had the date, location, and the password to get in.” Martha replied.

The two faced off, and the air felt sucked out of the room. Ada and Martha had been close friends, and Ada had taken Martha’s abandonment hard. But what it did to John left Martha’s actions unforgivable to Ada, and even under the best of circumstances, Ada would never have let her back in.

“That was a legitimate invite, then. I called a car for you. Arthur, can you walk her down to the back entrance?” Ada continued.

Martha smiled knowingly at Ada’s dig, but nodded in acceptance.

“John, thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Gemma, lovely to meet you.” Martha said, as she touched John’s arm and stepped back.

“Take care of yourself, Mar.” John replied quietly.

The use of her nickname, which hadn’t been spoken by John since the night at The Garrison, hit hard, and tears sprung to Martha’s eyes. She smiled bravely, allowing Arthur to gently guide her towards the back set of stairs that would lead to the private entrance at the rear of the building.

John waited until Martha and Arthur had gone down the first flight of stairs before he leaned over and breathed out. Gemma rubbed his back gently and Finn poured him a large glass of whiskey.

“You alright?” Anna asked as John stood up and knocked back half the whiskey in one go.

“Just a shock. Need to process what she said. But mostly, need to find out who did this.” John responded, his anger starting to flood in.

Finn and Gemma looked at each other, their concerned looks matching. Both knew that John wouldn’t let it go until he figured out the truth. The anger flickered higher in his eye as they all caught sight of Tommy at the top of the main stairs, Lizzie and Esme close behind.

John stood tall, looking particularly imposing in his suit, as Tommy locked eyes with him and walked evenly towards his brother. Out of the people working on the event, there was a very small pool who knew the depths of John’s personal tragedy, even fewer who knew the damage this stunt could’ve caused. And at the top of that list was one Thomas Shelby.

“John, I just heard about Martha being here. I don’t know how this happened, but we’ll figure out.” Tommy said as he stopped in front of John.

“Really, Tommy? You had no idea?” John replied sarcastically.

“John I’m serious. I had no idea. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Tommy’s voice dropped off, the hurt that his brother would think that of him was too much to cover up.

John stood for a long moment, looking directly into his brother’s eyes, searching for the Tommy before the accident. The Tommy who stood by him at Will’s funeral, holding him up, holding him as he broke down in private later. The Tommy who came over the morning after that night at The Garrison, apologizing profusely. And for the first time in years, John saw that version of his brother rise up.

“I believe you. Esme, Lizzie - not a word of this gets out. Not one single photograph. Whoever did this wants a major reaction, and they won’t get it. Not until I find out who it is, and then. Then there will be hell to pay.” John’s voice was steady but there was no mistaking the quietly vicious tone that came over him when he was angry.

Tommy nodded and looked at Gemma, who gently led John towards the sofa, where he sat in the corner and pulled her into him. Finn refilled his glass, and John took a long sip, watching Tommy steadily. It was unspoken but Tommy knew. John really wouldn’t stop until the culprit had been found. And Tommy would help him.

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