#bc i always thought adults were easier to talk to as a kid

[nightjarring]

I still haven't read DM but if there's one thing abt Laios that doesn't seem relatable it's that I am fully, acutely aware when people hate me and find me annoying

[heloflor]

So this was supposed to be part of my other fop post but it got way too long (both posts did tbh) and is a different topic than the other one. So yeah here’s a bunch of random thoughts about the show in general from what I’ve seen of it. For context I’ve only seen the first 4-5 episodes + “Battle of the Dimmsonian” + the Cosmo-Wanda-Peri scenes in “Lost in Fairy World” and “Operation: Birthday Takeback”.

SPOILERS for “Operation: Birthday Takeback” for the last three dashes (2.4k words below):

- Putting it in first since it’s still related to Peri but I’m pretty amused by the whole “Tumblr sexyman” situation. I mean, less than two weeks ago all canon pics we had of him were baby pics. It’s the same deal when I see people call him a father figure to Dev, I can’t help but be like “wdym father figure? He’s barely an adult! He’s too young!”

It’s like imagine you have a neighbor who have a baby when you’re 9-10, then they move out and 20 years later you meet their kid as an adult. You can clearly tell they’re an adult and treat them as such but also it’s a bit weird bc your last and only memories of them were of a baby. Idk, I see Peri’s character as an adult but also he’s still a bit of a kid, you know? I feel like I explain this better in the other post tbh.

- In retrospect it’s also very funny to see how, when people talk about the decline of fop, they point at the inclusion of the new characters, including Poof. Yet look where we are now! If you thought the baby was the problem, apologize to him, now! /j

But yeah more seriously, personally I never minded Poof. He was definitely a useless addition, like outside of the handful of episodes focused on him he mostly just stands there looking at the other characters, but he was also a cute baby, so I’ve always been fine with him being around. He’s a useless but inoffensive addition, and I think the decline of the show around that time had less to do with him and more to do with the writing as a whole.

- Last thing about Peri before moving on to the show in general, which tbh I could've put in the other post: I've seen people talk about the idea of Hazel and Dev switching fairies and I kind of agree with it.

Not only because Cosmo and Wanda have the experience needed to help a kid like Dev (though it wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows) while Hazel's situation is easier for Peri, but also it's worth noting that Dev needs a parental figure, which Cosmo and Wanda can be, while Hazel misses her older brother, who Peri is around the same age of. Idk, I feel like this could work, or at least make things easier for everyone involved (but also especially for Dev).

- Something I originally wanted to put in the tags of the other post but fuck it: I’m really not a fan of them releasing the episodes so soon one after the other. With serialized shows, I’m always been more of a fan of having an episode a week you can chew on and theorize about, rather than being given everything at once. Also it takes a while for the cargo to get on the ships if you catch my drift.

I’d also complain about seeing all those plot-related episodes one after the other with none of the more casual stories in-between that give us more character moments, but honestly that’s on me for looking up spoilers.

- Going to the early show, I think the first episode is such a good introduction! I especially like the amount of focus on Cosmo and Wanda, it’s good to have them reintroduced given how flanderized they became in the og show. I’m especially happy with Cosmo! He arguably had it worse than Wanda in the og and it’s so good to see him shine this much in this first episode (also I love his human form having a bit of a gut)! On that note, they did a fantastic job having them around a lot while still giving Hazel enough time to be introduced properly and get us to care about her as the MC!

But yeah I really like this first episode, fantastic beginning to the show! The only issue I “really” have with it is the way Cosmo and Wanda go back to being godparents just because Hazel made a strong enough wish or something, it felt a bit arbitrary rather than them just telling her who they are.

And on that note, big fan of that one scene where they immediately notice her trying to run away and try to talk her out of it. I love the contrast between them starting off as disasters being barely capable of passing off as humans at the beginning of the episode, and them being perfectly in their element the second they start talking to Hazel about her running away in this scene. It’s such a good way to see how much experience they have with taking care of kids!

- I’m not going to go episode by episode but one thing that bothers me a lot in the second one is that rule of “kids should get whatever they wish for”. Doesn’t that...go against the whole concept of having rules in the first place???

They should’ve replaced it with something along the lines of “a kid should always get the fairy that fits them the best”, not only bc it would work perfectly well for the episode, but also from what I’ve heard Foop (now Irep) is coming back and I could 100% see him use that rule to his advantage given Peri and Dev were such a bad match (I’m guessing anti-fairies don’t actually follow Da Rules but maybe they could still use it as an excuse regardless since fairies do have to follow them or something?)

- Call we talk about the fact Hazel is clearly autistic? Like is this a canon thing in the show? Are there people out there talking about it? No because seriously:

The fidget toys (Cosmo and Wanda’s disguises), her special interest for rocks, her anxiety over making new friends which is reinforced as uncommon when that one girl she befriends comments on how easy and not scary it is to approach other people (also Hazel’s “what am I supposed to talk about with them? School lunches?” comment in the teachers friend episode), her liking for fries which could be seen as her being potentially picky (bit of a stretch tho), her comment about liking the DMV if only for the reaction she gets that makes her seem “different”, her struggles to come up with a wish on the fly with minimal/vague instructions (episode 2), her character arc throughout the show apparently having to do with her not wanting things to change (me too girl), her being considered mature for her age, the angry outbursts when things don’t go how she hoped, pretty sure there’s also a lot of stimming that I have yet to pick up on (see if any of them repeat often). Like, there’s no way ALL of that was a coincidence!

I’d also like to mention at the beginning of the Dino episode, when her dad is explaining things to her, he starts talking louder and louder in excitement until his wife tells him to quiet down. Makes me think her dad’s likely neurodivergent as well. Also this moment hurts my soul a bit, as someone who’s both been on the receiving end of it and done it to someone else, in both cases it sucks.: /

- Took me until like episode 4 to realize the town she lives in is named after the Dimmadomes, with the hat in it (the very first shot of the intro). Also you can see their infinite house in the background, both in that shot and the show in general, and I absolutely adore that they committed so hard to this joke! That giant ambiguously-shaped-like-a-hat skyscraper that we never see the top of is just *chief kiss*.

- On that note Dev’s introduction in the first episode made me laugh, if only for the references. I also find it kinda funny he has such a big speaking role considering he doesn’t do anything for the rest of the pilot and the next few episodes. Then again I guess it’s in character for him to make such a show of introducing himself.

- Still on general stuff, I’m a bit curious about how the timeline went in regards to Cosmo and Wanda retiring and going on vacation “right after” Timmy (iirc they don’t voice it like that in the show). Like I’m having a hard time believing they would just ditch their then-child son to go on vacation, and then come back when he’s an adult. So I ended up having a bunch of headcanons.

Basically, after leaving Timmy they do take what was supposed to be a short leave to think of their future since it feels strange to get a new kid after so long with the same one + I like the idea that Cosmo and Wanda’s marriage did suffer while living with Timmy and they want to work on it before getting a new kid (the whole thing about them feeling confined, made worse if the “stopping time for 50 years” wish is canon) + Poof/Peri is struggling with the reality of having to leave Timmy behind and is nervous about his parents having a new godkid because of it.

Eventually they decide to retire, got to marriage counseling, possibly get Poof/Peri into therapy, and raise their son until he’s an older teen/young adult, at which point they leave for their vacation. And while the vacation is 10 thousand years for them, it’s like, 5 years at max in their present. And in that meantime, Peri starts his godparents studies (or however it works), leaves the house and changes his name.

Btw Cosmo and Wanda would 100% invite him to the vacation, he’d just refuse in a mix between wanting to be away from his parents for once, wanting to maybe surprise them a bit with his work and/or just get started with work, and not knowing how long the vacation would be. He’d also probably tell them to just use this time as some new honeymoon to finish rebuilding their marriage (though by that point it must’ve gone back to being strong). Oh and Cosmo and Wanda would send Peri postcards every so often, which would also let him know how long they’ve been gone.

Once they come back from vacation, I’d imagine there’s like less than a month between them “moving to the human world” and meeting Hazel, hence why they didn’t reconnect with Peri. They didn’t really know how to contact him and were busy with the move, and afterwards they had a godkid to take care of so they couldn’t exactly go back to Fairyworld.

As for Peri, he hears through the gravepine that his parents are back, and would be happy until he realizes they’ve been gone for 10 thousand years, hence him freaking out about meeting them again (he doesn’t know how much they might’ve changed with how long it’s been). Also he can’t contact them bc he’d hear about them coming back due to them taking in Hazel, meaning they’re in the human world and he doesn’t know where. Also he might be intimidated to contact them, which doesn’t help his decision-making.

So yeah, that’s all for how I could imagine this whole vacation thing going and how it fits with them having a child.

- Since I’m talking about Cosmo and Wanda’s marriage, I’ve heard about the whole “they fixed their marriage” before watching the show and oh my god I can’t get over how fucking adorable those two are in this show!!! I fucking love them.

- And on that note I’m incredibly amused that this show had the balls to reference the mpreg. Twice. Especially since it doesn’t even specify the whole “that’s just how fairies work”! In the eyes of people who never watched the og show, “A New Wish” just casually dropped the fact that Cosmo’s a trans man (bc let’s be real, how else are you supposed to interpret those lines if you haven’t watched the og show?) or you get the vibe that the writers wanted to make him trans (+ Wanda by proxy since she’s Peri’s bio mom) but weren’t allowed so that’s how they got past the censors.

And I love this because you just know Hartman would be furious about it! With our current society more aware of trans people and how men can in fact get pregnant, I could definitely see him sweep the whole mpreg thing under the rug, hoping people would forget about his “”accidentally-progressive”” (and also very sexist 😒) episode, but nope! New show said Cosmo was pregnant and gave birth! And better yet it didn’t even elaborate further! It just goes “btw this guy has an uterus and was once pregnant, here’s his bio child if you need more proof” and then walks on like nothing happened, I love it!

- Going back to the episodes talk for the last three dashes, there’s that shot at the very end of “Operation: Birthday Takeback” that I really dislike. It’s the one when Dev lashes out on Peri, with him hovering over Peri who’s laying on the ground in fear.

Really not a big fan of this shot bc 1. It makes Dev look way too much like a villain, especially with the way Peri’s laying like a servant that gets beaten up, and 2. Peri, honey, you’re a grown ass man; why are you so scared of that 10 years old scarred kid that’s lashing out while in a very vulnerable mental state? What are you doing on the ground buddy? I’m not asking for him to fight back but at least stand up! Don’t act like that kid can actually hurt you! Btw I’m completely fine with Peri afterwards looking like a dejected puppy (after Dev makes his wish), it’s just that one shot with him on the ground that I dislike.

- Obviously I’m genuinely curious to see how things are going to go in the next episodes (which apparently air tonight?). Like obviously Dev is going to spiral but if you have a scene at school how will it go? How will Hazel feel about the whole thing? What about Peri? Is he going to be gone for a few episodes? Be a temporary third fairy to Hazel? Crash at Cosmo and Wanda’s for a while?

(Personally I’m hoping for the third option, it would be a good way to still give him appearances to show the main plot’s still going without giving him to much screentime, which could take away from Hazel. Also given how much he wants to appear independent, I don’t see him being a third fairy to her, though I think he’d be ok with staying at his parents for a bit, if only for emotional support (though tbh I doubt they’ll do that, most likely he’ll be doing his own thing off-screen for an episode or two). Also I want to see a “human” design for him)

OK so I wrote this yesterday before the Irep episode came out, so on one hand nevermind all that but on the other hand I’m letting it in bc I AM curious as to how things are going to evolve with our main cast, especially with Dev spiraling and pushing both his bestie and fairy away.

- Btw is nobody going to talk about how Vicky’s dress might be a reference to one of the “Oh Yeah” shorts?

- VERY LAST SECOND ADDITION, SPOILERS FOR IREP: So yesterday before I finished both this and the other post the new episodes dropped, with a few clips shared on Tumblr. And OH MY GOD IREP’S DESIGN!!! The fact that they kept him as a cube makes me so happy!!! I was HOPING at least ONE part of him would be a cube and they delivered!!! He looks like absolulte dogshit I love it!!! Bc yeah for some reason I remember Foop as a character you’re not supposed to take seriously at all? And as a result I really like how stupid Irep looks. A+ design right there! /gen

[strwberri-milk]

Hi hi hello! Can i request mordern high school love with thoma? Reader being a gentle and reserved person being more popular among the juniors and thoma popular for his charm and being on the basketball team. Theyre relationship isnt too open but its not a secret either. They try to keep it low key of course

Now imagine the small moments with him :( after school studying at the library, walking home together, recess on the rooftop, arcade dates on the weekend and him winning you a plushie that we know sleep with evry night :(( him asking you to prom and being a gentleman :(( him coming over after school to study but end up staying over cause of the thunderstorm outside :(( our parents love him hes so sweet

(Pls help im so delulu for him)

ngl i love. modern high school aus theres smth about the simplicity of high school and being in the in between where you're *almost* an adult but still treated like a child and knowing youre about to ?? crest smth that everyone talks about anyway idk i really romanticised my high school life and ngl all my friends are from higschool LMAOO also the whole freshman/junior/sophmore/senior thing makes no sense to me idek if i put this in the right order and i wish prom was more of a thing here bc yall make it seem so fun

Thoma is definitely that kid that people know of, but don't really know all too well. He's really nice and all the teachers and students like him, and of course being both attractive and athletic made him that much easier to admire.

You had a crush on him for what feels like forever, wishing that one day he'd notice you out of all the other people who liked him too. He had so many admirers due to how kind he was, but being his friend you knew that there was so much to him.

When he finally asked you out it was the most cliche, yet sweetest way he could have ever done it. He drove you to a place that the two of you often frequented. When you got out, you turned around to see a picnic he prepared for the two of you, thinking it was just another nice thing he was doing for you because you were a little stressed out recently but the flowers and shy look on his face told you otherwise.

The two of you didn't go out of your way to tell everyone you were dating. Thoma just wasn't as willing to let people touch him as much, and you were seen hanging around the basketball team a little more often than before. Thoma always walked you to class anyway if he could, so people couldn't really tell the difference until one day they saw him give you a hug.

By that point everyone found out pretty quick but the two of you didn't feel the need to justify anything to anybody so you'd just confirm that you were dating and that was it.

Thoma always loves taking you on various dates whenever you can. He would see what kinds of places pop up on his feed and scout them out before taking you out for a night on the town (until curfew of course).

Your parents were really trying to look for something to be wrong with him, not wanting him to distract you from your life or end up in an unsatisfactory position of your heart being broken or anything like that. However, the fact that he constantly brought you home on time and made sure to say greet your parents every time as well as bring them treats he baked himself made it hard for him to stay hated in their eyes.

He's constantly gifting you things that remind him of you. If he's at the grocery store then he's giving you a candy that you liked. If he's at the mall he found some accessory he thought you'd look good with. It doesn't matter when or where - you're always on his mind and the trinkets you've accumulated from him are proof of that.

Whenever there are any events locally he loves to take you to them. Whether it be some sort of festival or just a pop up his favourite thing to do is explore the grounds with you and spoil you with prizes or the food there. He's got no limits when it comes to you.

Exam season means crunch time. The two of you are forcibly holed up by each other to try and get studying done. He's a hard worker so he's got tons of study tips for you if you need it and the right amount of rewards too. Whenever you get a practise question right or finish a writing prompt within the time limit well he always congratulates you with a hug or a kiss.

I can see him being super into doubling too. The two of you are one of those people who are constantly on call just doing random shit together. Neither of you has to actually talk to the other person - you both just like being in each other's presence.

Your room and bed are both filled with tons of things that Thoma gives you and he can't help but grin to himself whenever he comes over and sees it. He's got photos commemorating everything on his phone, glad that you like the things he gives you as much as he likes you.

Thoma absolutely adores you and I can see the two of you being high school sweethearts. He comes to your events and you to his, and the two of you end up living a perfectly happy life together, glad that one day oh so many years ago the two of you were assigned lockers next to each other.

[modernghostfare]

Ask from both Mat and I basically: tell us a little about your headcanons for Nikto's brother 🥺 how did they get along during their youth? and how did his brother cope with Nikto's disappearance and "death" as he himself got a family and everything?

i am SO shy about this........ okay so i think they were rly close like always bc they were both sort of tasked with watching each other? so they just had to spend a lot of time with just them outside of school. like they would fight (physically. siblings try to kill each other.) also but they could bond over both getting the shit knocked out of them by their mom for it. they sort of troll logicked themselves into being a tight-knit duo of assholes. it helps i think they look super similar despite having different dads and theyre both tall and beefed. wall of meat. i think his brother is the shorter one of the two tho (by like 3 inches.). and the slightly calmer one (barely.).

their relationship has never been like super Easy tho as ive mentioned to u i think theyve gone thru a period of like not speaking. probably actually multiple times but like a Long Stretch of Years at least once. i do think his brother, since hes calmer, finds it easier to like sit and actually reflect on himself/things and i think like his 2nd wife didnt like niktoprenikto or their mom and he could like See Why bc his mom is Not Nice* and nikto is a dick (and Violent and an Alcoholic). SO like. a marriage lasting 3-4 years they did not speak and nikto does carry that chip on his shoulder bc hes. yknow. a brat.

i do think they were speaking when he started his undercover work and his brother didnt like it didnt trust it didnt appreciate the danger it put him in. i think his mom also did not like it. but like. u cant tell nikto what to do even before he was nikto u could not do this. SO. getting the word that niktoprenikto was mia was not like super shocking but it was still very stressful but there wasnt ever much he could do apart from sit and wait for word bc he has his own family he has to take care of (current, 3rd wife and 2 kids. + their mom at the time). i think he probably still sends letters trying to get word from people esp bc i think [redacted] has actually been like "mia" for long enough to be legally considered dead so there is a deep dread that his brother is just dead and buried somewhere no one will ever know but he has a little hope that thats just not the case. and yknow he is both right and wrong about that. i think he very much Does Not Want to talk about how its affected him but he will openly talk about his brother being missing bc. well. he would like to see if anyone has spotted him.

i also think if he and nikto ever met Currently he would be like. shocked. that nikto thinks he is so different from how he used to be bc i think he would pick up on just his usual mannerisms/the way he holds himself/the way he jokes (even if its fully deadpan now)/like down to his smoking habits like he could See his brother. he would see the changes but he would focus on the positives. it helps he would not be able to read nikto's thoughts.

*i do not think at all that you would really get away with calling their mom a cunt even tho u Could bc she was abusive i think theyre very defensive of her bc shes the only adult they had in their young life that consistently was there and trying to provide for them + she was insanely young and theyre very aware of this.

[banqanas]

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Keito CL livecast 20240317

note: words in brackets [ like this] are my own commentary

- it’s rare for me to do a livecast this late right? If anyone’s sleepy its okay you can sleep, I’ll leave an archive later

- i was going to sleep too but i felt like talking with you guys so…

- [its bc during taiki livestream you guys were just fooling around with each other instead of answering questions lol]

- this buddix jacket is really multipurpose. Oh but i cant take it off bc im not wearing anything underneath

- the drama I’m in SukiWaka will be broadcasting in april and there’s also 10keichan TV special on 31/3 so everyone who’s seeing this livecast rn, promise me that you’ll watch it okay? Pinky swear me

- there’s this trend of doing a pinky swear based on a drama. People who’ve watched the drama would recognise this. OH! You guys got it right. Yep, I’m watching it too ofc ✨ [drama hinted is Eye Love You]

- for Rikonshinai Otoko, who would’ve thought that (redacted senpai name) was going to appear right! I already knew this tho, because i went out eating with (redacted senpai name) sometime before

- i said a spoiler? Where?? 😡 wasn’t it already announced by rikonshinai official SNS?

- comments: Keito is angry

- oh, so its not revealed yet by SNS. Im sorry 🙏 and im not angry, i dont get angry generally 😊

- [hinted senpai's picture has been posted by taiki @ 20240317 12:00 on his instagram]

- “bath?” Yep i already had a bath, i went with Taiki kun

- comments: YOU TOOK A BATH TOGETHER WITH TAIKI???

- nO NO not with taiki kun. I mean before i went to taiki kun’s room and joined his livestreams, i already took one

- “your voice has gotten deeper” ah, some people also pointed that out too. *reads comments* Mhm, yeah i think since i did (Break Free) stage play. I guess it’s because I’m becoming more mature. Keichan is becoming an adult too

- by the time I’ve completely matured, maybe by that time instead of “Kei chan” i’ll prefer to be called “Keito sama”

- hehe just kidding, please call me however you like

- since our tour started and in the venue i can see everyone’s faces, actually. And I’ve been thinking that the age of our audience has varied a lot. I see even little kids with us and there’s also grandma and grandpas in the seats waving their flags excitedly. It doesnt matter what age you are, you can like whatever you want to like

- *keito talking about SukiWaka drama but has been yawning and skipping his words)

- “you look sleepy” mm it’s fine even if you see me looking sleepy. It’s like we’re here together

- about KetoTai livecast, taiki kun said he’s embarrassed so it’s easier for him if we dont leave the archive. Please keep the melody- wait, not melody, the memory of us in your heart. Dammit, i ruined it at the good part [<- keito always ruining his own cool moment is my favourite about him]

- good night lets see each other in our dreams ✨🌙

[x31043]

I guess im just bothered that when youre born an called a woman youre then constantly told to shut upforever,but when the opposite is true youre constantly encouraged to speak up.Youre ridiculed for not doing it, but to me thats different than being hurt or even killed FOR doing it. That means that childhood sucks. Adolescence sucks. Youre really in a place of forced subservience for your whole existence. You have to break out of that so hard. Youre physically smaller. You are trained to ignore yourself until you are broken. You are trained to be something that someone uncaring will shove themselves in and take, take over. You are literally raised to be an object to be used and discarded. That is UNIVERSAL. I know some people epxerience that without being born & assigned women, but for those of us who are this is literally a universal experience. You are fucking made to be a fucking sex robot and a servant and an agreeable nodding nothing whose opinions dont matter and nothing else. You are TRAINED in social cues and spend your whole life noticing every little thing and forcibly keeping all your opinions inside. Everyone should be lifting our voices up!!! Trans people should be screaming up at the sky not at others to keep their voices down!!

This literally makes me want to scream. Women are not treated better than men. Why would trans men be treated better than trans women? Where are you seeing that, where??? They have SPECIFIC, DIFFERENT experienes and also many that are the same! Because its a fucking spectrum, remember that discourse? When youre trans it doesnt work all neatly in two categories like that. I look like a trans women. Many trans women look like me. Many of us are non-binary and our gender is basically the same regardless of how we were brought up. Why can you ask me my genitals now and if i dont answer i get canceled. what the FUCK is that. Why has it become like this. It started as “our experiences are different, we need a space to talk about the ways they are not the same.” and now its-- disclose whether youre dmab or dfab to be a good ally to trans women. We have to talk about it ALL THE TIME. WE have to go based off genital differences to determine how you are privileged or not. That’s not the fucking way to move our community forward or to connect as individulas. And Guess what?? Trans women don’t even want it!!!

TME is a term that trans women made for VERY SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES. It can be applied to SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES which require a very nuanced and exact language. I may be fucked up for saying this but There are times when trans mascs and butches face a speciifc, different type of transphobia to trans women, too. And they deserve a space to talk about it, too, while still DEFENDING trans fems from terfs. This seems fucking obvious to me. when its white ppl it all pales against transphobic racism anyway.

And that’s the long and short of it, bc trans women arent the ones I see taking about TME. They arent the ones actively claiming they have worse epxeriences with gender and dysphoria. Thats all like cute Nonbinary transmascs typically who are white telling me my experience was a lot easier than others in my community. And to me thats a part of this fucked up socialization--always talk youself down, and hold others like you accountable for reaching beyond their capacity. Other DFAB people telling me to shut up about my transness is fucking ironic in a way that doesn’t make me want to laugh. You were told to shut up your whole life, so now you’re going to put that on me?? Why are we doing this in the first place then?? WHy if not to reclaim the voice that was stolen from us?!

My genitals are thought of as absolutely inconceivable. The 20 pounds of weight on my chest is thought of as a dirty thing I literally need to press and constrain into tight and uncomfortable shapes or I will be violated when I go outside. Do you have any idea what that does to a kid?  I bet you know what it does to an adult. It’s a very similar experience! We need a space to talk about this without being called terfs or told to check our TME privilege. I am going to one day be a man with a beard in a dress. Whats not clicking?

[jackrrabbit]

open season thirsts [9/?] /// Iwaizumi x f!Reader x Oikawa (18+)

Request: This is cringe so i understand if u ignore this lmao. Mafia!iwakawa found out that reader is kidnapped by their enemies

A/N: Dude I write anime character reader insert fanfiction, I’ve transcended cringe at this point. BUT I hope it’s cool I angled it a bit darker bc I’m nasty and awful :.)

Setup: reader is the daughter of the former family head, Oikawa’s the current boss, and Iwa’s his right hand man. You’re all childhood friends (Oikawa was your father’s protege before his retirement).

Tags/warnings: um…mafia, kidnapping, genre-appropriate violence/blood/death/murder (not reader), yandere/possessive tendencies, patronizing treatment, restraints/gag/blindfold, mentions of crying, “princess”, ‘family’ just refers to the organization (no one is related other than reader and her father), all characters are adults

“Do you think she’ll be crying?”

There’s blood on the floor. Iwaizumi shifts where he’s crouching so that the edge of his shoe doesn’t touch it—bloodstains are such a pain to get out of leather. “What?”

“I mean, when we find her.” Oikawa nudges the body over with one hand and inspects the blank, glassy look pasted over the man’s face. “This one’s done. I think we’re good here.”

Iwaizumi straightens, throwing a cold glance down to confirm before turning back to his partner. “We should be thorough. This wouldn’t’ve happened if there weren’t rats running around in the first place—and what the hell does that mean? Why would she be crying?”

“Don’t you think she might be scared? She’s such a crybaby.”

Oikawa’s running fingers through his hair now to slick back the strands that fell out of place during the struggle, smoothing his hands down the pressed fabric of his suit to flatten out any stray wrinkles, and Iwaizumi recognizes the gestures against his will. Oikawa’s preening—freshening himself up so he looks good when they find you. God forbid the moron look anything less than his best in front of you, even though you’ve probably been tied to a chair for the better part of a week and you won’t give a fuck what they look like as long as they’re cutting the ropes off.

Not that Iwaizumi can really blame him. Yes, Oikawa’s a vain bastard, but Iwaizumi feels it too—the nervousness, this excitement at the thought of seeing you again. It’s been four months since you insisted on leaving the compound to live independently—and didn’t they tell you it was going to end badly? Iwaizumi spent weeks trying to convince you that it was stupid to play pretend at a normal life (“come on princess, you know your father wants you to stay here, you know it’s not safe”), but you just had to pack your bags in the middle of the night and leave the family behind. You’ve always been headstrong. Neither of them want you to go through any hardship, but at least this time maybe you’ll have learned your lesson. Maybe this was for the best.

Well…it’s a lot easier for him to see it that way when he’s standing ankle deep in the bodies of the people who stole you. As much as Iwaizumi wants to have you back now, it’ll have to wait until he’s sure that every single one of your kidnappers is dead.

“She’s not a crybaby. Not anymore,” he says. It’s true that you used to cry whenever you were scared as a kid, and it didn’t help that as the former boss’s daughter you had plenty to be scared of. Iwaizumi has fond memories of wiping your tears away and telling you it was going to be alright after your father reprimanded you for something you did wrong, and it doesn’t surprise him that Oikawa feels the same way. You’ve always been so hard to pin down—always slipping up, always talking back—except when you’re crying. Back then, it was the closest you ever came to relying on the two of them.

But that was a long time ago. You’ve toughened up since you were little. It’s been years since Iwaizumi’s seen you cry.

“I guess,” Oikawa whines, stepping smoothly over another man lying prone on the floor as he makes his way to the backroom where you’re being kept. “But don’t you miss it? She was so cute back then.”

“She’s still…” Iwaizumi trails off, wondering if you can hear them through the locked door between you. If your eardrums are undamaged from the gunshots (Iwaizumi made sure to use a silencer, but you’re sensitive), you’ll be pissed if you hear him call you cute. “…She’ll be happy to see us either way. She’s been here for days.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Then let’s hurry up and get it over with.”

One of the men on the ground is making a kind of…gurgling sound, and Oikawa kneels halfway down to make sure he’s not going to get back up, peeling back the edge of the bomber jacket the man is wearing and revealing a red stain spreading out from behind his ribs. “This is the last one. Still holding on, but he’ll bleed out by the time we take her out of here.”

“Stand back,” Iwaizumi says flatly, and as soon as Oikawa is out of range, a final gunshot cracks through the room to finish the dying man off.

“Oh—putting him out of his misery, are we? How generous.”

“Not generous. Impatient.”

Iwaizumi scans the room again, counting the bodies, checking for any last subtle breaths. There’s none. The door to the backroom is locked from the outside only—clearly your kidnappers were more concerned about you escaping than the possibility of anyone getting through the small army of guards outside the door. He only has to flip the lock and then the handle is yielding under his grip.

And it’s just like he pictured it. You’re tied to a chair, black cords looping around your ankles and your waist and your wrists and binding you to the wood. You look, predictably, like you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week, but still—even with the greasy hair, even with the mussed clothing, even with your face obscured by a wad of fabric gagged into your mouth and a blindfold—Iwaizumi can’t help the rush of relief that comes from seeing you alive. And you’re safe, too. Now that they’re here for you.

Oikawa goes to you first, and Iwaizumi lets him. Oikawa’s the family head so he’s the first one who gets to touch you. Iwaizumi knows that’s how it is. Oikawa bends down next to you and when his hands go to undo the gag first instead of the ropes or the blindfold, Iwaizumi rolls his eyes privately. Fuck, how badly does the idiot want to see her cry?

The fabric is soaked with spit when Oikawa pulls it out of your mouth—you must have been trying to talk with it in. Maybe you were screaming. Iwaizumi wishes idly that he’d left some of the men outside alive—it could have been slower, he could have really made it hurt—but the wave of fury passes. It’s done. You’re fine. You’re safe now.

You open and close your jaw a bit, stretching out the sore muscles, and when you finally speak your voice is hoarse from a combination of neglect and likely dehydration. “Hajime? T—Tooru? It’s…you, right?”

“How did you know?” Oikawa pouts.

“I, um, heard the shots…I know what your gun sounds like—” Oikawa’s thumb rubs lightly over your cheek as you’re talking (probably subconscious, Iwaizumi doubts he even knows he’s doing it) and you jerk away from his hand. “Don’t touch me like that! You smell like blood.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” Oikawa laughs softly, not moving his hand from your face. You’re still blindfolded, but he’s staring at you anyway in pure rapture. The wriggly movements of your body against the rope tell Iwaizumi that you’re waiting for them to untie you, but he holds back—considering the way Oikawa’s drinking in this image of you, it seems like he wants to savor this moment a little longer. Iwaizumi can’t say he doesn’t understand.

Really, it’s just that you’re usually so hard to pin down.

“Are you—aren’t you going to untie me?” Your voice sounds a little nervous now. Iwaizumi’s getting tired of waiting for his turn to touch—he kneels next to you, across from Oikawa, and laces his fingers into yours, pulling your hand awkwardly away from the place where it’s still tied to the arm of the chair. “—Hajime? Is that you?”

“Just give us a minute, princess,” he breathes, folding each finger down until your smaller hand is swallowed up in his grip.

“Were you scared?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi wonders if it’s as obvious to you as it is to him that part of Oikawa wants the answer to be yes.

“No, um…” You’re turning your head blindly between the two of them, obviously trying to sort out whose hand is whose—who’s touching you, and where—but does it really matter? As long as it’s one of them? “I wasn’t. Not really. I…I knew you would come.”

“Good girl, good girl.” Oikawa’s hand tilts your chin up. “Are you ready to come home then? If you can admit it, I’ll untie you.”

“Come on…” It doesn’t feel quite right to hold you hostage like this, but then again Iwaizumi’s lost his sense of what right is when it comes to you. Maybe love isn’t supposed to be this obsessive, but by now it’s been so long that neither of them can tell the difference. Can you really fault them for that?

“It’s okay, Hajime, um—I’m ready.” You swallow roughly, turning back to where you think Oikawa is stroking your face. “Tooru…can I go back to the compound? I want to…go back…”

“You want us to take you back,” Oikawa corrects, cupping your cheek, careful all the time not to let the streak of blood on his hand meet your skin. “You want to come home.”

[change-the-world-someday]

I'll Be Here

Oh boy I'm back baby. Here's a Derek Shepherd x Teen!reader bc I just started Grey's Anatomy. I'm well aware I've had stuff in my inbox for over a year, and frankly I'll get round to them soon. I hope this tides you over.

Derek Shepherd x Teen!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought the child of Derek Shepherd would suffer with something even he can't cure?

A/N: I've been twitching a lot lately so this was a comfort write. Derek and Meredith don't have a relationship, and there's a bit of canon divergence.

⚠️TW⚠️ Talk and descriptions of twitching/tics

—•—

You knew the moment you woke up you were going to have a bad day.

Your alarm went off at the bright and early nine and as you made a move to turn it off, your arm twitched, almost pushing it off your nightstand. You let out a sigh, leaning down and managing to shut it off and sit up.

Until you neck starts to snap left and right, tensing and relaxing each muscle.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, standing and stretching, well, as much as you can before your twitches start up again. You makes your way downstairs, finding an empty kitchen and a note on the counter. You manage to pick it up and read it.

Sorry, I got called in today. Let me know when you’re up

— Dad

You shake your head, whistling and shaking your hands. Great, so you're alone on a day where your twitches are worse than normal. You sigh and head back upstairs, almost losing balance on the stairs, and takes a quick shower before trying to style your hair. With difficulty, you get changed before reaching over and grabbing your phone. You grip it tightly, until it’s flung across the room.

“Shit,” you mumble, reaching down and picking it up. You open your messages, trying to text your dad.

Y/N

Hi, up. Bad today

It’s short, and to the untrained eye, might seem pretty rude, but to you and your dad, is a warning. Heading back to the kitchen, you try to eat a bowl of cereal. Instead, you managed to spill the cereal twice, drop milk on the floor, and then poke yourself in the side of the face a few times with your spoon instead of eating.

Your phone buzzes.

Dad

Do you need me at

home?

Y/N

No. Just bad

Dad

Do you want to come

to the hospital? You

can stay in one of the

offices if you want

You think about it for a moment, though you don’t get too long before your phone starts ringing. You pick up.

“Hi—” you whistle “—hi Dad.”

You hear him sigh. “Hey kid. Do you want to come in today? I can make sure no one stops you and you can come straight to the office.”

You click, your neck jerking forward. “You sure? I’ve—“ you whistle “—never been there before. I don’t want—“ you click “—to become a case study.”

Your dad laughs lightly down the phone. “I won’t let them. Just make your way over, and keep your earphones in. Music helps.”

You nod, before your neck twitches to the side and cracks, making your dad wince audibly. “Okay. I’ll let you know—“ you whistle and sigh, clearly getting frustrated with yourself.

“I get it. Don’t work yourself up; it’ll only make it worse. See you soon. Love you.”

A ghost of a smile passes across your face. “Love you too, Dad.”

—•—

Derek hangs up and leaves the store cupboard, almost bumping into Dr Bailey as she marches past.

“Watch where you’re going, McDreamy,” she scolds and Derek smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Bailey narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Y'N's coming here. They're having a bad day,” he replies and Bailey nods, immediately catching on. “No one else knows.”

Surprisingly enough, you haven’t met anyone from Derek’s work, except for Bailey and even then, that was an accident. You'd bumped into her on a bad day and Derek had to explain what was wrong. Ever since, Bailey’s had a soft spot for you.

“Not even the chief?” She asks and Derek shakes his head. “Did you warn them?” He nods. “Well, there’s not much else you can do.”

“They're texting me when they’re a few minutes away. If I get caught in surgery, can you meet them at the doors please?”

The two stop in the corridor, Bailey pulling him over. “I have my own schedule too, Shepherd.”

Derek nods. “I know, but you’re the only other person here they know, and you know how they can get in places they don’t know…”

Bailey looks around. “If you’re caught up, you owe me one.”

Derek smiles and nods, a look of relief on his face. “Thank you.”

—•—

You're walking down the street to the hospital, constantly readjusting your earphones so they don’t fall out. Your neck keeps snapping to the side and jerking forward, earning a few odd looks from strangers. You sigh, a few minutes away from the hospital, and pull out your phone. Before you can do anything, though, you promptly throw your phone on the pavement.

Thank god your dad bought you one of those industrial phone cases. You pick it up, dodging people as you go to call your dad. He picks up after two rings.

“Hi, I’m—“ you click “—a minute away.”

“Okay. I don’t think I’m going to be able to meet you at the doors. Just walk through, take the stairs to the fifth floor, and come down the hall. I’ll be in the break room, second door on the left.”

Your eyes widen; you're going to be by yourself? Walking through a hospital? Where no one knows you?

“O-Okay,” you stammer out and your dad sighs.

“I’m sorry kid. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hangs up and you take a breath, nodding to yourself. You pocket your phone and turn your music up as loud as it can be. Your dad was right, it does ease your twitching, though not as much as you'd like.

Fall Out Boy blasts through your earphones as you walk through the doors of Seattle Grace. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, your neck twitch making it a lot easier to achieve. You click as you make your way to the stairwell, making your way up.

You don’t hear the calls of concerns from the interns following you, trying to catch up to you.

By the time you reach the fifth floor, the two interns have gone to find Dr Bailey to try and assist them, and Dr Shepherd who can help with the disorder being presented. They haven’t had someone who needs medical attention blatantly ignore them and go to a certain department before.

You lose your balance a little as you walk through the doors to the fifth floor, your neck jerking left and right repeatedly, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your hands are shaking and you walk like a new fawn.

You reach the door and push it open, whistling and clicking as you do so. At least you can see your dad today.

—•—

Derek knows immediately what kind of day is happening when you steps into the room. You're a jerking mess, neck and shoulders tensing and relaxing as though given electric shocks. You're whistling, clicking, and your eyes have recently started screwing shut, temporarily blinding you.

And that’s with your headphones in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, gently taking one earbud out of your ear and leading you to the seats. At least if you're sat, you have less of a chance of hurting yourself.

“Hi Dad,” you reply until a whistle comes back out. “S-Sorry.”

“Hey,” Derek places a firm but kind hand on your shoulder, “don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” There’s a silence between you two, only broken by the sound coming from the removed earphone. “Fall Out Boy? Nice choice.”

Your neck snaps but you give a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Do you want something to eat? Did you manage to get some breakfast?” You sigh, your hands twitching and trembling, which tells Derek everything he needs to know. “Is it a bomb-site there?”

You shake your head. “I managed—“ you whistle “—to clean up. Took ages.” Your neck jerks forward. Derek sighs, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You've always been wary; you never want to hurt your dad accidentally but Derek doesn’t care. You're his kid, and nothing will change that.

“You’re okay. Do you want some lunch? We can go to the cafeteria—they’ve got some pizza in there that’s actually pretty good.”

You nod, knowing anything you try to say will be interrupted by one of your twitches. You walk alongside Derek, trying your hardest to suppress your twitching as you make your way through the hospital and into to lift, where a few others are going to different floors. Derek notices, and leans into your ear. “You don’t have to hide it here, kid. Promise.”

There’s an audible sigh of relief from you as you let out a scatter of twitches, your neck jerking forward as you whistle and click. Your hands shake and flap and you let it all go. A few of the doctors and nurses turn around to look at you, but one harsh glare from Dr Shepherd makes them all go back to minding their own business.

You exit the lift and walk through the corridors to the cafeteria. You join the queue and you feel Derek keep an arm around you, trying to help you ease your twitches. You're grateful, though you both know there isn’t much either of you can do to stop them. You sigh, putting your earphones back in and blasting some music, this time Hozier.

Derek watches you struggle, sympathy panging through his heart. He hates that you've been cursed with this, and the worst part is they can’t find anything that’s causing it. It’s not like there’s a tumour or growth on your brain Dr Shepherd can operate on, you're just stuck with it.

“Dr Shepherd, good afternoon. Who’s this?” Lindsey, the server behind the food counter, greets. Derek smiles.

“Afternoon Lindsey. This is my kid, Y/N. They're joining me at the hospital today,” he explains, gently tapping you on the shoulder and causing you to take an earphone out. “Y/N, this is Lindsey.”

“Hi,” you greet, before your neck jerks forward yet again, cracking. The two adults give a wince and Lindsey gives you a small smile.

“What would you like, hun?” She asks. You look over, or does so as best you can. You can barely stay still long enough to read the menu. “We have a standard pizza or pepperoni pizza today. We also have some ham, chicken, or cheese sandwiches and salads. Or a few pastries we can heat up if you’d prefer.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Can I—“ you whistle “—have pepperoni please? And a—“ you click “—bottle of water?”

“Sure thing, and you Dr Shepherd?”

You put your earphones back in, trying your hardest to stop twitching. The problem is, the more you try to stop it, the worse it gets. It takes a few minutes for you to get your food, and when you do, Derek carries both trays to a table and sets them down. He takes a seat opposite you, giving a small smile.

“Thanks Dad,” you thank, pulling one earphone out so you can hear the conversation. You pick up the plastic fork and spear a few chips, but before you can eat them, your hand twitches and you throw it on the floor. You sigh but before either you or your dad can make a move to pick it up, someone else does it for you.

“You better be more careful. I don’t want fries on my shoes.” You recognise that voice anywhere, and smile as you look up at Dr Bailey. You let out a small laugh.

“Hi Dr Bailey,” you greet, whistling as your head snaps to the side and back. She smiles at you.

“Heard you were coming and through I’d say hello.”

—•—

“Guys, shut up,” Cristina hisses. “Do you see?”

“See what?” George asks as they quieten down. She nods her head and the table of interns turn around to catch sight of what’s going on. Dr Bailey is talking Dr Shepherd… and you sat with them. You're not dressed in any kind of hospital gown, nor are you wearing scrubs, so who are you? And how are you making Dr Bailey smile?

Meredith watches, catching sigh of your hair, and her eyes widen. She reaches over, slapping George on the arm.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s them,” she replies, “the person from earlier. Y’know, the one who didn’t check in at reception and took the stairs. The one who ignored us!”

George’s eyes widen too, and the two get up and start to walk over, ignoring the protests of Cristina and Izzie as they reach the table. You're struggling to get a sentence out, whistling and clicking as you try to tell Dr Shepherd about something.

“Dr Shepherd!” Meredith calls out, making the conversation halt between you. “Are you with a patient?”

She misses how you cringe. Dr Shepherd frowns, which only deepens more at the crack in your neck as it jerks forward. “Dr Grey, Dr O’Malley, how can I help?”

“W-We saw, erm, this kid walk straight through and up to neurology without checking in. Do you want us to check them in and get a better examination? We were going to come to you for a consult when we saw them anyway, but since you already seem to know them…” George trails off and Dr Shepherd looks between you, the interns, and Dr Bailey.

An awkward silence falls between you, only disturbed by the occasional whistle or click from you. “I can get a wheelchair if it’s easier.”

“No need,” Dr Shepherd cuts in. “They aren’t a patient, their name’s Y/N. They're my kid and they're accompanying me to work today.” The two interns look at each other, mortified. “Now, if you excuse us, we were just having lunch.”

Your hand flexes again, making you throw your fork on the floor (the second one in the space of fifteen minutes) and sigh. You go to pick it up, only for George to beat you to it. “Here.”

“Than—“ you click as your head jerks forward “Thank you.”

“Don’t you two have places to be?” Bailey asks, less than impressed with her two interns in front of her. They both nod and scurry off, back to their table to tell Cristina and Izzie about Dr McDreamy’s kid.

—•—

“I don’t know how they cope with it,” George muses as the group of four interns sit on some beds in the back corridor, waiting to be paged for something.

“Yeah, twitching all the time. God, I’d kill myself if I had them,” Izzie continues. “Would ruin my chances at both medicine and modelling. And a lot of other things, probably.”

“Do you think they wanted to go into medicine? Y’know, before they started twitching? Or have they always had it?” Cristina asks. “Or do they have a tumour?”

“For your information,” a voice cuts in, making all four jump and turn to the source, meeting the likes of Dr Shepherd, “Y/N wants to be a lawyer.” He walks down the corridor to them, everyone’s cheeks turning red a the prospect of being caught gossiping. “The tics developed about eighteen months ago, just before we moved to Seattle. It’s not a tumour, or any kind of swelling; in fact, we have no clue what set it off.”

“Have you done an MRI? CT?” Meredith suggests and Derek nods.

“We ran everything. It all came back clean.” He looks at Cristina. “They did want to be a doctor. When we realised we couldn’t cure them, they were upset for weeks. They—“

“Talking about me?” A voice calls down the corridor and Derek’s face splits into a smile, something that doesn’t go amiss by the others. You whistle, making it to the group and taking a seat next to your dad. You lean on him… until your neck twitches and you almost fall back. Derek’s hand shoots out, supporting you.

“We were just—“ Izzie tries to say before you cut her off, clicking in the process.

“Let me guess.” You whistle. “The doctor que—“ you click “—question and how I live with—“ your neck jerks to the side “—it.”

Your dad gives you a smile. “Ten out of ten for you,” he smiles. You nod.

“Well, I used to want to—“ you click “—be a doctor, until we found out this is incurable.” You whistle. “Pretty soul-crushing.” Your neck jerks back, and if it wasn’t for your dad’s hand, you would’ve hit the wall. “And we’ve learned to adapt to it. There are—“ you click “—days where I’m fine, with only a few, and days—“ you whistle and everyone can feel the frustration radiating off you. Still, no one chooses to finish your sentence, letting you get it out yourself “—like this.”

—•—

For a while, the six make general conversation, until, slowly but surely, you start to drift off. It isn’t until there’s an odd silence that Derek notices, and he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you, asleep on his shoulder.

“They look so… peaceful,” Izzie comments quietly, the others agreeing.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few rough days this week. God knows they need the rest,” Derek mutters. He shifts to look between the four. “Any of you wake them, I’ll make sure you’re banned from the OR for a month.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as they nod in unison; they’re all begging for a chance at more surgery. Carefully, Derek manoeuvres you so your head’s lying in his lap, body stretched out on the hospital bed. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, detangling it as gently as he can.

The interns’ pagers go off, assigning them jobs and the four rush off, leaving Derek and you to rest. He smiles, getting himself comfortable sitting on the end of the bed, back against the wall.

“Get some rest, buddy. I’ll always be here for you.”

—•—

Hope y'all enjoyed. I know it's pretty different from what I usually write, but this is for my own comfort so...

Sorry not sorry

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[kiefbowl]

alright some hp thoughts time

so GOF is over and beyond fantastic is it so much fun the world just bursts open, the details are just great. I can't believe this wasn't my favorite one growing up.

I didn't say much about POA, honestly it was always my fav growing up and I got through it pretty quickly, way faster than SS/COS bc I was excited to listen to more of it. a couple things stood out to me in the moment when I was listening but it's been awhile. I will say about POA is that the compounding mysteries are a lot more fun than the first two books as an adult, it feels very dangerous in a more grounded way. It's not just big scary creatures, this guy is out to get you from prison (or so you think oh ho ho). It's also fun that jkr is pulling back the curtain a little vis a vis hogsmeade on the larger world, knowing she's going to peel those layers big time next book. It's like this little taste, the perfect time to go ahhh yes something was needed but I didn't know what. This larger world building is great, and I think it's unique to hp from other children's books in a sense, in that not everything Harry learns is directly about him or concerns him or things he understands or has the maturity to digest. The adults had lives before these kids were born, and they learn about these details in a way that feels very real to growing up. Other children's books definitely have great world building, but I think (I'm not an expert in children's literature by any means) the way JKR drops these little details about the larger wizard society is pretty exceptional and it's no surprise the fandom blew up. Just enough detail to make lots of people curious to explore these other aspects of the world.

But GOF has been a blast and a half. I'm just gobbling it up. And you can also see JKR's skill improving. Partially, yeah I think she always intended the books to "grow up" with the trio, but I also think with 3 books under her belt she just grew into a better author between 3 and 4. I feel like she has much better control of her descriptions, tightening her writing or drawing out passages when needed. I love when she drops a fun detail, but I also love when she takes her time to explore a space. I love the quirky details she comes up with, I'm starting to wish it was all real again. I want to taste butterbeer and hold a niffler and go to the quidditch world cup. I want to wear robes of scarlet and have a clock that tells me if my loved ones are safe. I want to talk to dumbledore. I want to buy socks that have moving patterns. it's just so gd delightful.

And this delight is also running along side this story that is turning very dark. It's not as if I was oblivious to the darkness of the story as a kid, teen, young adult - but something about it is hitting me different. Learning that Bertha Jorkins has been missing and her ministry is doing nothing about it to save face is quite chilling knowing it was the catalyst that kicks off Voldemort's scheme for this book. Murdered for information and no one cares, a cog in the machine. It was a detail I didn't remember, but it feels very real coming back to it. That's not a fantasy detail. I think a kid might gloss over that, might think that's just part of the plot and move on. JKR has been setting up a real failure of the government in details that are subdued, easier to spot as an adult I think, or easier to see in another light. I've now met people like Fudge and Bagman and Crouch. I've worked with them, lived with them, elected them. Etc etc it's enjoyable but chilling and this dumb kid Harry Potter is just 14, poor thing

[flowersunshinlove]

All my Life

Song: „All my Life“ by WILD

Pairing: Class 1A & Mother!Pro Hero!Reader

Story: Class 1A was always the Class who had the most Problems. And after what you find out about most of their Home life, what they need to do as Students & the Health, you are ready to fuck shit up with everyone that hurts your Children.

Warning: toxic Home life, Bullying, Self!Harm, Depression, abusive Parents (most of them. Inko is Mommabear), abusive Foster home, toxic Hero Comission, Protective UA Staff, Protective Pro Heroes (most of them), Fuck Endeavor, Shinsou is in 1A, M*neta is expelled on the first day, Nezu is a little Shit but you can count on him, Toga is a Student in UA & in 1A, she needs friends & I want her as a UA Student. Because if Vlad Kind can be a Teacher with a Blood Quirk why can‘t Toga? Hero Commission bashing, Hawks was a Child Soldier for the Hero Commission (read to many Storys about it)

A/N: I always wanted a Story were the Reader is older than the Kids, mostly Adult, and is really overprotective with them & helps them bc rlly why are the Teachers let them fight against Villain? They are Students and shouldn‘t do that. Let them be kids in School. Endeavor has a short moment, hate them.

———————————————————————

• You are an Pro Hero for more than 30 years now. You don‘t have a Agency but you are under in the contract by Night eyes Agency since your debut.

• You and him know each other since UA & because you both were Sidekicks from All Might, so you both thought about what you wanted to do after School.

• Night Eye wanted to open an Agency for Pro Heroes & you wanted to be an Pro Hero, so why not to do that together? What you did.

• As an Pro Hero with a Telepathic Quirk it wasn‘t always easy. Most of the People didn‘t trusted you bc you can control them with your mind but you showed them many times that you an excellent Pro Hero that saved many people from hostages.

• When you became the offer from Nezu to help the Students in UA with Telepathic or similar Quirks you said yes. You didn‘t wanted them to think that their Quirks are lame or villainous.

• You were kinda like Hound Dog a Therapist for the kids that they can come to after Class.

•Your first Patient was Shinsou and oh boy, had the boy many things to unpack how he feels about his Quirk, that he doesn‘t deserves to be in UA, etc. You could see yourself in him.

•So you started to have him everyday after Class and started to teach him his Quirk after you talked for are while. It didn‘t surprised you that Aizawa trained him too. Even though the Man always said he didn‘t care, you knew he cared for the Kids.

•Before you meet Shinsou he needed to do the Entrance Exam.

•When the entrance exam started you were with the Teachers in the Room and looked over the Kids that would maybe go to this school. There were many that had potential but some of them didn‘t helped the people when they were stuck with their foot. Which was a big no-no as Heroes.

• What you (and Hound Dog) saw were some kids that came in the fake city that limped, had a swollen face or blue/purple/yellow marks. That was concerning for you both.

•“Some of them have injuries.“, you stated and walked more to the TV. „From the Exam?“, Midnight looked to you confusing. „No.“, said Hound Dog and stepped beside you. „They were there before the Exam.“, he said. „You mean someone hurt them?“, something that the Teachers hated was when people hurt Children. „Nezu, I want you to look at their home lifes.“, you looked to the Principal who nodded.

•You saw many of the Injured Kids from the Exa next Month in Class 1A which was teached by Aizawa. You thought it was easier to look at their home life when they were near one of your friends.

•It was concerning for you when you saw some scars in the face from Shinsou or dark marks on the Arms from Bakugou, a Black eye on Kaminari, some scars on the back from Shouji.

•You talked with the Teachers about it and decided that the kids would live with you after you got Custody over them with the help from Nezu.

•Not only were you an Underground Hero (which gave more safety) but you had a big house that could hold more than 30 persons. It was actually a mini Mansion but you never wanted to see it like that.

•At the beginning the kids were a little hesitant and jumpy around you at the house but after a while they started to warm up to you.

•You helped them with Schoolwork, Training, helped them learn to Cook, Cleaning, how they should do their Paperwork later in their life and were always by them when they had their Session with Hound Dog.

•You decided that you shouldn’t do their Session as a Counselor anymore because it would strain your relationship a little bit and you would take it to personal. Joke on the them you took it personal.

•You couldn‘t stop laughing when you saw their faces when they saw Gang Orca in your house and you told them that he was your Husband. (I‘m a simp for him)

•They didn‘t meet him before because he was out of Town helping Hawks at his Agency (which you wanted to burn down after you all found out that the Agency was from the Hero Commission & what they did to Hawks)

•So when you started to propose to them that you and Kuugo would adopt them after you got the custody of them all because after the Court UA won & they were now the wards of the School with you both being the Guardians they weren‘t so surprised anymore.

•And with their consent you guys all started to go shopping to find the things for their rooms. Boxing equipment for Kirishima and Bakugou, LED Lights for Tokoyami & Dark Shadow, a real Bed for Shouji (you wouldn’t allow him to sleep on futon anymore. He tried to change your mind but failed), Books for Iida & Momo and many more things.

•It didn‘t was easy to shop with them all together (Mina, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari being idiots & Ayoama trying to get them all sparkly things)

•Let‘s not talk about the shopping for Clothes were Midoriya wanted T-Shirts were „T-Shirt“ was written on. Kuugo didn‘t allowed it and decided for better clothes. (They all got Suits & Dresses from you both for formal events).

•It was fun to do their rooms together with loud music in the background and little breaks with Snacks & Drinks.

•You didn‘t finished all rooms in one day, so after dinner you all decided to watch a movie. The Kids did a blanket fort in the big living room & you & Kuugo were sitting on the Couch.

•No, you both didn‘t cried when Izuku & Eijiro leaned against you both and no, you didn‘t both cried when Mina & Tokoyami called you „mom“ & „dad“. Don‘t know what you are talking about.

•The other U.A Staff & Pro Heroes LOVED to tease you both when you had a meeting & asked questions like „did the kids something?“ or „when are you getting your own kid?“

•Nezu still tried to change your minds to let him teach Izuku which you tried to stop because let‘s be real we don‘t need them to rule the World. But maybe to destroy the Hero Commission.

•All in all. It was the best decision you both ever made.

[obesericewrites]

so i literally only came across this IF today but i'm in love with the concept and all the characters and have just been reading all the scenarios stalking your whole blog❤️❤️❤️ it's definitely possible that the answers to some of these are spoilers, but i have a couple questions if you don't mind me asking!!

-how come dawn knows english so well? is it just because kids can pick up languages faster than an adult, so M just doesn't grasp it as fast?

-are half/part-fae people common in this world? or is S kinda a rare case? is that why they can cast runes and stuff or can full humans also use magic? M can also cast runes but theyre a shifter so..

-what's the belief system(s) in this world? S says "hells" a lot, and B says "goddesses" and "gods", so i'm guessing there is at least a pantheon of divines?? and possibly multiple hells? unless that's just how they talk lol

-are M's worms just like..there? are so they have a reason for carrying around a bunch of worms? are they their friends? ik it's so they have a lil bit of the thicket w/ em but like.. worms?!?

-what's the deal with the "first world"?? B loves it apparently but it's never mentioned anywhere else in your blog

-there was an ask from months ago where mc went crazy and said the birds talk to them and S got strangely excited.. thoughts??

-what's the human to non-human ratio in the village?

-B is an amputee bc of a birth defect, or "so they believe".. uh rice?? care to elaborate???

Ooo IM SO GLAD YOU CAUGHT ON A FEW THINGSSS!! I am so excited to answer all of theses questions for you!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING THISSS💜💕

1. Dawn knows English well because she taught herself along with stalking/forcing a few merchants to teach her. Along with her being at a young age while learning the language she was able to pick things up easier and listen in on conversations outside the thicket and put certain sentences together!

2. Yes! Half/part faw and other hybrids are common in this world! While both S and M can use runes, which invoke magic, so could B if they wanted to. The way runes work here is like this; the runes need something to take in order to give. Like how with S, they have their fist painted. So, when they carve the runes into their fist, their blood is taken and gives the force of the punch more volume. It will be explained in more detail in the IF, don’t worry. ^^;

3. In this world everyone believes in some sort of god/goddesses. They are all represented in stones an example is how when an RO (B) swears they say, ‘by lapis lazuli!’ As a term to curse the name of the god, lapis lazuli. While saying ‘by the goddesses/gods’, would be used when startled and sort of summon the attention of the entities one would believe in. While the term ‘hells’ is made plural because in this world there are several hells for the seven sins.

4. Ms worms are just there. They are there for a reason....that will not be explained due to spoilers ;)

5. Yes! The first world. I only mentioned it once as I didn’t want to put to much light on it before I properly developed it. The first world is basically…our world. The way this world work is that there was a time where humans weren’t always here. But then suddenly, they were and they came in very large numbers. I won’t explain it that much as it won’t come up often in the story but there will be an explanation!

6. S being…well, S. They didn’t speak to a lot of people on there hunts for their bounty. What’s a constant thing in the trees they would hide in? Birds. S would often talk to birds or any other living creature in there surrounding area on hunts because they were lonely. This will come up in detail in their own separate route!

7. There are definitely a lot more humans than non-humans, especially in chapter one and future chapters. The non-humans are pushed out of the village while the humans live in the safer areas. Can’t explain in detail due to spoilers.

8. Alright…so, Bs leg…..yeah, that was just a writing error 😅 Bs leg was a birth defect. I first planned on having the monster in the woods take there leg, but decided it wouldn’t make any sense for their character. Many people believe that B lost their leg in the prologue, when it was already gone in the first place. It’s probably due to that error so I apologize!! The wound B got in the prologue was just a nasty scar on their back!

[in-tua-deep]

idk if you still do au ideas but what if delores was a real person in the apocalypse? how it woul dbe done i have no idea but i love all your aus and thought it would be cool

okay okay I don't tend to go for real!Dolores aus admittedly because I find her much more compelling as what she is: a reflection of five himself and a symptom of his crushing loneliness

but i started thinking about it and you know what?? i think five deserves a little socialization, as a treat

so say like, 0.5% of the population is resistant to abilities. Allison would really struggle to rumor them, Five wouldn't be able to jump with them, and, most importantly, whatever the fuck Vanya's ability does has like, reduced damage or something

and the og apocalypse isn't the moon apocalypse, so let's say that it was pure waves of Vanya's powers that fucked over the earth

so 0.5% of the population survives the apocalypse. though, let's be honestly, the real number is a lot smaller than that. People who might have survived Vanya's initial power wave (miraculously) did not survive buildings crushing them or survive the car/plane/bus/train/other transportation crashes or survive being left alone when they are too young to reliably look after themselves, or the variety of other problems that come with 99.5% of the population dying at once

So, Five arrives in the apocalypse and is met with ruin and fire and a whole lot of dead people. He finds his siblings, but it doesn't matter. They're dead. He doesn't even recognize them at first, these strange grown-ups who he identifies not by their faces but by the umbrellas on their wrists that match his own

As he realizes the full impact of his situation, he hears a voice that says, very succinctly, "holy shit!"

It's a girl a few years older than Five himself, maybe 15 or 16, and she is very excited to see another survivor.

And here's where I u-turn this au around bc i'm not all that interested in real!Dolores, but I would be down to talk about Five meeting survivors in the apocalypse, because if Dolores is real I don't buy no one else survived.

So Dolores shows up and see a Literal Child crying over the corpses of his family and assumes that Five is a fellow survivor, and she immediately grabs him up. Five is incoherent with grief at this point anyway, so he doesn't even protest when she basically hauls him away from the bodies. She's babbling at him, but he doesn't really hear anything she's saying

And then she takes him to her dad

(Why not, let's have the 1% potentially be a heritable thing)

and her dad, let's call him just some dad name. like Rick. it has been a fucking WEEK for him, okay. he had his daughter with him, his ex-wife is on the other coast for her work, and by some miracle he survived the apocalypse and so did his child, and he's been wracking his brains trying to figure out what the fuck to do next

and then his daughter shows up with a traumatized thirteen-year-old in tow

now rick is a good dude. he's a dad. they get out of five that his name is five ("what the fuck" dolores mouths to him over five's shoulder and rick can't help but agree) and the bodies he found were his siblings ("Dad and Ben and Vanya weren't there though," this child cries desperately and rick feels his own heart clench in response, "They might still be alive!")

"We can look for them." Rick assures his new adopted child, because he is an adult in a fresh apocalypse and this kid has presumably lost everything he's ever known (more than rick even knows at the time)

and they do. They each get wagons and they go out and find supplies and look for other survivors. Five is... surprisingly helpful and also surprisingly docile as he is able to rely on Someone Else to give orders while he attempts to (dissociate) process what the fuck has happened

and here's the thing: Five prides himself on being independent, sort of. He's independent for a child soldier, but he's used to taking orders from a male authority figure and Rick happens to be just that

The first time that Five does something dangerous and Rick yells is a revelation

(Rick isn't sure if he hopes that Five's dad is alive or not, because if they find that man alive then Rick might just kill the jackass himself. Also like, Five is bizarrely knowledgeable out survival skills, like way too knowledgeable about it, which is helpful for them but also very concerning)

they find a newspaper and Five finds the article that mentions his father's recent death ("Huh. Heart attack." Five says, and there is no emotion in his voice)

(Years later, years later, Five and Rick talk. "I don't think I wanted to find him, either." Five admits, softly because Dolores is asleep, "I think I was more scared of finding him alive than I was of finding his body. He would've been so mad at me, I think.")

this newspaper is how Rick and Dolores find out about Five being Number Five, Umbrella Academy Missing Person

"Dude, what the fuck." Dolores says, wide eyes, "You're like, thirty?"

"I'm thirteen." Five says, and then checks the date on the newspaper again, "Also I think I would technically be 29 if I lived through all of it, 'cause it's April and my birthday is in October."

"You... time travelled?" Rick asks, which is honestly the more relevant question, "Can you go back?"

And Five just,,, crumples on himself. Because he tried, he tried really hard. It didn't work. "I'm gonna figure it out. I'm gonna go back, I'm going to save them."

That, Rick thinks, is a lot of weight to put on one person's shoulders, but especially the shoulders of a child.

"Alright." Rick says, because what else can he say after finding out his new child has superpowers and is from like, 2004? "What do you need?"

("Oh my god I have so many memes to teach you." Dolores says later, reverently. Five blinks in confusion and Rick mentally prepares himself for the recitation of so many vines)

And it's easier, somehow. Five sometimes feels like it's a betrayal, but he settles into apocalypse life with an ease that surprises him.

He lets Rick fuss over him and help tie his scarf securely around his head every morning before he sets off on supply runs with Dolores. And they're kids! Five has never had a friend before, and Dolores is funny and smart and she's struggling just as much as he is.

"I don't know if my mom's alive." She says to him, in solidarity when he checks the face of every corpse to see if they're Vanya.

Five is practical in the way only a child soldier can be. He's economical with the room in their wagons, carefully examining what might and what might not be useful.

Dolores, on the other hand, constantly takes up space with what Five sees as useless shit.

"Excuse you," Dolores says, shoving a game of monopoly, the entire discworld series, and a pack of glitter gel pens into her wagon, "These are absolutely vital apocalypse supplies."

She challenges him, plays with him in a way no one ever has. "I bet you I can find more batteries today than you can," She grins at him, "Winner gets to pick dinner first?"

"You're on." Five says, directly before Dolores pulls two packs of 24 AA batteries from behind her back, like a cheat.

Dolores makes him take a ten minute break when they find a playground that has been mostly not-destroyed. They rummage around kids backpacks and mother's handbags for some good loot, too numb to corpses to even be bothered all that badly about the corpses they belong to.

"I'm getting on the swings." Dolores says when Five starts making noises about moving on, "I haven't been on a swingset in ages."

"What's the point?" Five grumps.

"Don't be sour because you can't swing as high as I can!" Dolores laughs, getting higher and higher as the swings creak ominously.

Five grumpily gets into the other swing and grudgingly kicks himself back and forth until Dolores takes pity on him and teaches him how to properly move his legs and body to get higher and higher.

Dolores jumps from the swing seat and lands with a flourish and smile. Five jumps out of his seat and then jumps, warping right in front of Dolores and making her yell and hit at him in outrage. Five smiles the widest he has all week.

This is how Five grows up in the apocalypse, with Dolores teasing him into taking breaks and leaning over his shoulder to look at his math and scandalizing him by stating that she'd only just started on matrices in her own high school math class.

Every night they huddle around Rick while he picks up whatever book Dolores picked out that day because it is a travesty that Five has never read hunger games or whatever, and then they read together because it would be a genuine blood bath if they all took turns. The first time Five accidentally mentioned a spoiler and Dolores genuinely considered murder was the birthday of this tradition

Some days the air is too smoky or there are dust storms or it's just plain too dangerous to go out, and they all stay in. Dolores regales Five with stories about public school, and Five tells them about his siblings.

Then they all cry

"I shouldn't be crying." Five sobs.

"Shut the fuck up," Dolores sobs back, "You literally watched me lose my shit over remembering my shitty eighth grade dance and listened to me sob-sing toxic for like four hours."

"In fairness I also wished you would shut up then."

"Let me hug you or I will start singing songs that I only remember the chorus for again you absolute fucker."

"I could always sing some -"

"No, Rick/Dad."

And Five grows up. Rick shows him how to shave very carefully in front of cracked mirrors. Dolores teases him every time his voice cracks. Rick tells Five in no uncertain terms that he loves and cares for him, and that Reginald was a little bitch. There are a lot of heartfelt conversations around that, honestly. Rick telling Five that he and the siblings deserved better, that they were children and deserved to have a childhood.

And that he has faith in Five. Rick and Dolores both do, they bring him back paper and pens and pencils and chalk and anything Five can use to write equations. They poke around any libraries for books on theoretical mathematics and quantum physics. Rick and Dolores go out scouting for food while Five stays home and can work longer.

They also make him take breaks, make sure that he's looking after himself.

They're a little better off than OG!Five when it comes to food, because some animals survive. Enough that Rick figures out how to hunt. Five is the first one to each bugs, and even though Dolores makes faces they all start eating bugs as well.

"Pretty sure there's loads of cultures that eat bugs." Rick says grudgingly, wondering if he should try stirfry the cockroaches and if that would improve the taste. "There's even, uh, cricket flour or whatever, right?"

"Plus you eat like, five spiders a year when you're asleep." Dolores says cheerfully, just to watch her dad's face scrunch up in displeasure.

"That doesn't sound true, but I don't know enough about spiders to dispute it." Five mutters, and Dolores gives him such a proud look that it makes him roll his eyes.

They're in their thirties when Rick dies. He's out foraging and hunting, and the rubble he's standing on gives way and he ends up with a gash in his leg. He manages to stop the bleeding, but the world is filthy and they don't have any antibiotics.

He gets an infection.

"It's okay." He tells both of his kids, "It's okay. I'm just so glad that you guys have each other, y'hear? I'm so glad."

"It's not okay." Five says, voice thick and choked, "It's not."

"Yeah, well, you're going to figure out how to go back, right? Go back in time and save everyone. Then I'll have never died, right?" Rick smiles, "And even if you don't, I'll be waiting for you on the other side and we'll see each other again anyway."

"I'm going to fix it."

"I know. I have faith in you, Five." Ricks says honestly, and that's more than Reginald ever said.

They sit quietly together while Dolores is out scavenging. They've been taking turns sitting with Rick.

"I won't remember you, in the past, will I?" Rick says rhetorically, but Five answers anyway.

"I don't think so."

Rick hums, "Well, doesn't matter. If you need help in the past, you come to me, y'hear?"

"You won't remember me."

"Doesn't matter. You come find me, and you tell me your crazy story until I believe you, and then I'll help you." Rick says firmly, "You're family. You're my son. Timelines? Don't matter. If you need help, with anything, even if it's just with - with filling out a bowling team or something -"

"I have never been bowling in my life and you know it." Five interrupts, but it makes him laugh just a little bit which was clearly Rick's intention.

"Well who knows what you'll get up to in the past! You'll be able to go bowling, you know. Get to wear those uncomfortable shoes. Hey, you go far enough back maybe you can go to Dolores's tenth birthday party and put me out of my misery."

"Was she bad at bowling?"

"Oh, she was wiping the floor with me. No contest."

"Honestly, that sounds absolutely accurate."

"Shut up, bowling just wasn't my sport. Regardless, the point was that I'm giving you a free pass to come and get me. Because I know you, I know how you think." Rick brings up his hand to tap his finger against Five's forehead, "You get it into your head that you need to go it alone, take it all on your shoulders. I'm telling you that if you do that I'll somehow manifest my memories and come smack you over the head for being stupid, you hear?"

"I'm not dragging you into anything." Five says firmly, "I'll have my siblings."

"Who were also children." Rick points out. "And dragging? Dragging is such a strong word for a volunteer."

"A volunteer who won't remember volunteering." Five shoots back.

Rick just shrugs, and then winces when the movement jolts his bad leg. "Five, I'm going to be honest with you here. And sappy. Can you handle a bit of sappiness for a minute?"

"No."

"Well too bad. Can't leave a dying man, you'd feel too bad. So you're stuck with me. But you listen good, okay? Because you aren't dragging me into anything. Whatever life you have, I want to have a part of that. Because you're my son. Wherever you are, whatever you do, I want to help because you're family. What you'd be doing by leaving me out of it is depriving me of someone I love, depriving me of knowing one of the best kids I've ever known."

"Shut up." Five says, choked.

"Nope, it's sappy time." Rick states, "Maybe asking you to come find me is selfish, but I don't care. No matter what version of me exists, I want to be in your life."

"My life is a walking joke, why would you want any part of that?"

"It has been my privilege to watch you grow up. To help you. To be here for you. Of course I'd want to be there to watch you grow up the rest of the way."

"But -"

"Shut up, just let me tell you that I am so proud of you. You never give up, and your heart is so big. You love so much and so loudly, and it's been the highest honor of my life to be included in your family."

Five pauses for a moment to collect himself before simply saying - "You're the best dad I've ever had."

Rick snorts, "Considering my competition, I'd sure hope so. That bar was so low old Reggie was practically limbo dancing with the devil. Now get over here and give an old man a hug."

They don't bury Rick, when he dies. They don't have time and the ground is too hard and they don't have the heart to move him. Instead the pack everything up and seal him in the shelter they'd lived in.

Dolores pulls out a bottle of ancient nail polish and painstakingly writes Rick's name on the wall with his birth year and an approximate current year. They aren't 100% sure though, since time blends together out in the apocalypse, but it's something.

They continue by themselves. They get older.

Dolores jokingly calls him her husband because the way his face scrunches up makes her cackle. They see other people very occasionally, usually passing through. Usually groups. Dolores and Five get to flex their hosting skills, though more than one group declines their cockroach stirfry.

("It's a family recipe." Five says with amusement in his eyes that usually manages to drown out old grief.)

"Jeeze, that kid couldn't have been older'n twenty-three." Dolores complains, "Makes me feels positively ancient."

"They wouldn't have known any world 'cept for the apocalypse." Five muses, pouring some boiled water into wine glasses because they might be living in the apocalypse but they can be fancy.

"Do you ever think about that?" Dolores asks, turning to him with no judgement, just curiosity. "When you go back, you'll be like, erasing them from existence."

Five shrugs, "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe this place will just split off into an alternate timeline."

"Maybe none of this is real." Dolores says, amusement coloring her voice. "Maybe you aren't talking to a real person at all. Maybe this is just a symbol of your insanity and cracked mind."

"Dolores, I literally have a scar where you stabbed me. Did I somehow manage to stab myself in the back?"

"Scraped you, I scraped you. By accident."

"So you maintain." Five says haughtily, swirling his water in his wine glass like a pretentious prick.

"I could totally be fake. You don't know my life."

"I know way too much about you, Dolores. Like, way way too much." Five scoffs, because Dolores and him have literally no secrets from one another at this point. Five even knows the truth behind what happened at Janet Scranton's thirteenth birthday party. Like, he said, way too much.

"Maybe you made it up. Maybe that's why you know so much."

"Dolores, I'm going to be honest with you right now." Five presses the tips of his fingers to his chin, "If you were a figment of my imagination, you would be so much better at math."

"Hey!" Dolores squawks indignantly, "I didn't even get to finish high school you pretentious prick!"

"Neither did I!"

"You didn't even go to high school, you brat."

"I'm fifty-two I think I've outgrown 'brat.'"

"Tell that to your attitude." Dolores says haughtily, "You're still younger than me."

"Won't be when I go back in time." Five says cheerfully, completely ignoring Dolores's venomous look.

"That's cheating."

"Sucks to suck." Five says loftily, taking another sip of his water.

Sometimes they talk about The Plan, with capital letters. What Five is going to do when he goes back in time, depending on when he pops out. Is he going to adopt his siblings? What about Reginald?

"You don't think I could kill Reginald?" Five says, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"I think you should let me do it. I'll even give you control of tonight's music if you do."

"What are you doing to do? Bite his ankles? What if you're like, seven or something?"

"All the better to get away with it since I'll be too young to convict or whatever."

"Pretty sure that's not how the law works."

"How would you know? Just for that I'm playing Istanbul on repeat again."

"I don't know why you think that's a threat. That song slaps."

It takes a few more years before Five is close enough that the Commission comes to interfere. Because that's what I think happened - Five was getting too close and they stepped in because they might as well distract the man as much as they can with missions, right?

So the Handler shows up. And she offers Five a job, telling him that they have the ability to travel through time. And Five - hesitates.

"Give me some time?" Five asks, and the Handler graciously gives him 24 hours.

And he and Dolores talk it over, because now that his goal is more in sight than it has ever been and Five is scared.

"What are you waiting for? You have the chance to see your siblings again." Dolores says patiently.

"Yeah," Five says, and what he doesn't say is clear. But I won't see you.

"Five." Dolores says, and she cradles his face between her palms like he is something precious, "I have had so much time with you already. More than I would have ever. We have been so lucky, to have this time. How can I demand more than what we have already been given?"

"When have you ever not demanded the world, Dolores?" Five asks, his own hand coming up to cover Dolores's own.

"We've had decades together, Five. We're getting old. I was always going to lose you, one way or another. Nothing lasts forever."

"I don't want to lose you."

"I know. But if I had to choose a way, if I could decide where our story ends, this would be it. Letting you go, because this way you get to live. You get to see your family again. You get to save the world. I could ask for nothing more than for you to get your happy ending."

Five removes Dolores's hand from his cheek so that he can cradle it between them, "I'm happy here with you. I've never been happier. Isn't that silly? That I was happier in the apocalypse?"

"I bet killing Reggie would make you happy." Dolores laughs rustily.

"One day you're going to see the mysterious disappearance of a famous billionaire in the paper and feel a twinge of satisfaction and now have a clue why." Five laughs as well, shaking his head.

Dolores pats Five's hands, "Five, look at me. We've had our time. And you're going to give me even more of it. More time with my father. More time with my mother. I'll never know it, but you'll have saved me."

"What if this is - what if this is an alternate reality? What if I leave you here alone?"

"Then you'll be saving a 15-year-old girl from the same fate as me. Because as much as I love you, as much as I have loved this time we have had together, this is still an apocalypse. This should never have happened, and if you have a chance to go back and prevent it, then I want you to take that chance with both hands."

"Even if it means leaving you alone?"

Dolores smiles at him, "I'm not going to be alone. Far too many creepy crawlies in the apocalypse for that."

"Shut up, I'm being serious."

"Hmm." Dolores hums consideringly, "Maybe I'll head North, to that new settlement that last group said they'd heard word of. Sure they'd find some use for an old woman who's survived this long in the wilderness."

"You can have my half of the record collection." Five says, pulling her against him into a hug that she easily returns.

"As if I wouldn't have stolen them as soon as you left." She scoffs, but it's a little wet, and Five pretends his own eyes aren't leaking tears.

When The Handler comes back, Dolores gives him another hug. She also slips something into his pocket - some photos. They'd taken it a year into the apocalypse, when Dolores had found an ancient looking polaroid camera and towed it home despite Five's protests about practicality. The photos are worn and faded at the edges, but the smiles on Five's little apocalypse family's faces are undeniable.

"You'll have to see if they magically fade when you change the timeline." Dolores whispers to him with a grin, "Like in the movies."

"Okay." Five whispers back.

"You have the list of movies to watch, right?" Dolores says. Five rolls his eyes and nods because he wrote the list last night into his Vanya-book while Dolores hovered over his shoulder and critiqued his handwriting.

"And you promise to try a proper non-expired twinkie at some point?"

"That I do not promise. I think even looking at one would make me lose my lunch. I have twinkie-trauma."

"Shut up and get going." Dolores says, because the Handler is starting to tap her foot impatiently.

And off Five goes to become an assassin. Though - he's much more gentle this time. He's careful, he doesn't kill children and he usually takes jobs that don't require killing at all. He distracts and manipulates events as much as he can without killing.

He's actually much more well socialized, thanks to Rick and Dolores. Less feral child and more determined man on a mission.

Which is why he's so frustrated when he finally, finally manages to get the equations to work and falls through and falls - directly back into his stupid thirteen-year-old body.

"Shit." Five says, loudly, and revels in the surprised look on his siblings faces.

He strides into the kitchen, and they all follow him like ducklings. They look exactly the way they did when they died.

"Wow this is actually way harder than I thought it would be." Five muses, looking at their dead faces. But as Dolores would say, life is hard but you have to keep on trucking sometimes. "Whatever, what's the date?"

"Five, where have you been?" Diego demands, looking irritated. It makes Five snort in amusement.

"The future. The past. If you want like, an exact list of dates you'll have to hold your horses. I spent like, two weeks in Peru once. No souvenirs though, unfortunately."

They look taken aback, like they didn't expect Five to have quite this much sass. Oops. That is definitely Dolores's influence. Or maybe he was always a little asshole. In fairness, what teenagers aren't tiny assholes? He has an excuse.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Diego's eyebrows are furrowed in anger. It kind of takes Five aback for a second, because he remembers a Diego who stutters when he argued.

"When did you learn the fuck-word?" Five asks, raising an eyebrow before her can help it, "Grace ought to wash your mouth out with soap."

Diego immediately goes red, "Shut up!"

"Wow you're so easy to rile up. Aren't you like, twenty-something? Actually, I could figure out for myself how old you are if you gave me the date."

"I'm twenty-nine." Diego growls, like that was the point.

"Haunting!" Five says cheerfully, because that means there is way less time than he would like, narrowing his time down to a six month window.

It's extremely funny how his cheer makes all of them make faces.

It's Klaus who leans forward, "Why do you need to know?"

Klaus's face is open and curious and - (looks exactly like he did when Five found him all those years ago) - and Five can't help but answer him. "The world end on April 1st, 2019. No it isn't an April Fools joke, yes I have heard that joke like a million different times. I just want to know how close I landed so I can, you know, start working on how to fix that."

"Woah woah woah, roll it back." Allison says, holding a hand up, "What?"

"The apocalypse occurs on April 1st, 2019." Five says, slowly. "I have traveled from afar to prevent this from happening, because like, everyone dies."

"Everyone?" Vanya says weakly from the side.

She's clearly expecting to be ignored, so Five turns his head to address her directly by wiggling his hand back and forth a little. "Sort of. Like, not too many people survive at all. A handful of the human population, you know."

"But you survived?" Diego recovers admirably, if bitingly.

"Well, no." Five says rolling his eyes, "Wouldn't you just know it, Klaus here has managed to figure out a new ability!"

Everyone turns to look at Klaus, who immediately holds up his hands like he's being arrested or something, "I did not!"

"Wonderful! Now that we've established that I'm alive -"

"Why should we trust a word you say?" Luther says for the first time, looking pensive.

Five blinks, genuinely taken aback. "Because... I'm your brother? Because I can clearly and obviously time travel? Like, yeah, it would have been more convenient if I'd arrived in like, my old-body for proof-purposes, but like. I mean. Thirteen is still a pretty convincing age to be to prove time travel considering if I hadn't, I would be like, almost thirty."

"Roll it back again." Allison says firmly, "What do you mean by 'old body'?"

"Great question!" Five says pointing at Allison and smiling. Everyone looks at him weird again, and Five takes a moment to wonder if they've ever experienced positive reinforcement. Knowing Reginald, probably not. "Wait! Is Reggie alive? Wait, no, answer that in a second. Uh. When I time traveled I fucked up my body I guess, I was like, old. White hair and wrinkles-type old from spending decades in the apocalypse. But I fucked up the calculations and got booted back to my thirteen-year-old body, I guess. How, I have no idea."

"What?" Vanya says, still equally weakly.

"You have no idea how fucked up time travel is." Five whispers conspiratorially to Vanya, loud enough for the whole table to hear, "There are so many ways to die. Or permanently tear a hold in space time. But like, with life as we know if ending soon-ish, I figured I couldn't possibly fuck it up worse than it already was, y'know? Speaking of, anyone have the date again?"

"Wait, what was that about dad?" Luther asks, very focused.

"Oh, you still call him dad? Big oof." Five says automatically, because apparently his verbal filter is shot to hell after living with Dolores. It does make Klaus bark out a too-loud laugh.

"What does that mean?" Luther asks aggressively.

"It means Reginald sucks and doesn't deserve the title of 'dad,' what did you think I meant?" Five asks, and now both Diego and Vanya and both cracking smiles, though Vanya is covering hers with a hand.

"Have some respect for the dead." Luther growls, standing up and looking very large and threatening.

Five sways back, craning his head up, "Woah there big buy, sit down before I injure my poor growing spine looking up at you. Jeeze, did Reggie force feed you steroids or something? I wouldn't put it past him but like, I just want to know he at least went over the side effects of the drug with you. Also like, thanks for narrowing it down. Also terrifying! Seriously though, exact date please because if I have less than 24 hours I am going to break down crying and that is a threat."

"I love this Five." Klaus says reverently.

"March 21st." Vanya offers, finally.

"Wow! Terrifying!" Five says, clapping his hands together, "Hate that. Ten days, huh? Well, who wants to get on board the save-the-world express?"

Klaus immediately flings his hand in the air, Five points at his brother appreciatively. "Yes, excellent! I'll take the volunteer in the lovely skirt as my first team member. Any other volunteers?"

"Danke!" Klaus simpers, grinning widely like this is the vest entertainment he's had in weeks.

"I'm not just going to stand here and listen to you badmouth dad and boss us around." Luther slams his hands on the table.

"Well not with that attitude." Five snarks.

Diego raises his hand, "I would like to join team fuck dad as well."

"We can certainly debate team names later." Five says, nodding wisely as Luther gives some sort of scandalized gasp.

"Honestly, I just want to see where this is going." Klaus confesses.

Five shrugs, because he doesn't really care about the reason. "Don't you want to prove me wrong them? Prove what a well-adjusted young man Reginald Hargreeves raised?"

"Shut up." Luther grinds out, looking a moment away from throwing a punch.

"If this is all true, I have to get home." Allison cuts in, looking concerned, "I have - I have a daughter."

"I mean, if you want to give Claire a world to live in then I'd stick around, but that's just me." Five shrugs.

"You know her name?" Allison asks, obviously taken aback.

Five is almost offended, "Uh, yeah. I have her photo as well. Y'all get on like, a bizarre number of gossip magazine covers did you know that?"

Allison manages to outdo herself in terms of being taken aback once more.

There's a beat of silence, and then Five turns, "Vanya? You in?"

"Me?" Vanya blinks, looking shocked. "What can I do?"

"Yeah, what can she do?" Diego asks, crossing his arms and suddenly looking grumpy.

It baffles Five, who scrunches his nose, "Uh, like, a lot? I assume? I mean. I'm going to be honest here, just looking at y'all right now is a lot. In more ways than one! Hashtag trauma and all that, but like, name a single one of you that wouldn't be the most obvious person in the room as soon as you walked into it. Except Vanya, who somehow manages to look like a well adjusted adult, by some miracle."

"Did you just verbally say the word hashtag?" Allison asks, looking so deeply confused.

"More concerned about the trauma he tacked onto there, but y'know, to each their own." Klaus immediately cuts in.

"You think I'm well-adjusted?" Vanya asks, looking oddly touched.

"I would like to direct your attention to Diego's leather pants-scowl combo and Luther's general aura of daddy-issues." Five says pointedly, "I can practically smell the tragic comic book backstory in this room. If I'd jumped back a decade earlier this would have been Batman's wet dream of orphan selection."

"Alright! Game plan!" Five says, waving Diego's knife in his hand.

Diego's hands immediately go to his weird harness looking thing, "Hey!"

"Give me just one moment to get the tracker out." Five rolls his eyes, "Then I'll give it back, I promise. Also if someone could ask Grace for like, some antibiotics that would be good."

"What?" Allison asks, directly before Five stabs himself and there is suddenly panic at the table.

"Relax!" Five says, allowing Diego to remove the knife from his hands. He doesn't need it anyway and his hand immediately drops down to root in the wound.

"Five what the fuck!" Diego yells, but Five just pulls up bloody fingers and waves the tracker into Diego's stupefied face.

"What the fuck is that, Five?" Allison demands, looking very shaken.

"I literally just said it was a tracker." Five points out, "Now, I think our first team activity should be voting on whether we destroy it or take it out to bumfuck nowhere and ditch it to confuse the Commission."

"What the fuck is the Commission?" Diego barks.

"Man. Maybe I should just hit up Rick." Five muses, "This is going to take so much explaining."

"Who is Rick."

"So much explaining."

[secretarykang]

Devyn and the mukamis { headcanons}

when karlheinz told her about the whole adoption thing she thought it was a joke

like?? sir you already have 6 kids (7 with kino) why more kids???

she was nervous bc taking care of the sakamakis was easier since she didn’t really acted as a nanny, she wasn’t with them 24/7

like she trained/tutored them from time to time, even played with them sometimes

nothing too much

but with the mukamis was pretty different

anyway, she meets them for the first time

they looked pretty decent, as far as newly turned vampire kids can look

she aint gonna like, they were sweet

she talked to them, yk introduced herself

told them she’s gonna take care of them

they were shy ofc

two weeks in and she was their mom

and they were her kids

did devyn thought she’ll ever get so attached to any kids? no never but they were lovely

now let’s get to every kid

ruki:

will not call her anything else but miss kang for the longest time

homeboy still tried to play independent

he tried to keep it professional???

he was a bit cold yk, as i said, he tried to be all independent and shit, take a break babe you’re just a kid, it’s her responsibility to take charge not yours

they bonded over books

devyn found him in the library looking at books and recommended him a few

whenever she had to leave them for a few while because of work stuff, she’d come and bring ruki new books

they would also have their little book club thing, choosing a book, reading it and discussing it yk the drill

he would ask her about her favourite books, even asked karlheinz once because he wanted to read the book and surprise her

melted her heart, such a sweet kid

also about ruki wanting to be a bit in charge, he kinda became her right hand

he thought he really was doing 50/50 with devyn, ofc devyn still did 90% of the work, she’s the adult but putting ruki a bit in charge made him happy so she let him do that

her room was closer to ruki’s because he would never come to her when he had a nightmare so devyn made sure to be closer to him in case he had a bad nightmare and needed a hug, emotional suport of any kind

as he got older they really started experimenting in the kitchen

both finding recipes and trying them every week

the rest of the the mukamis and karlheinz where pretty much their “lab rats”

the food was always good but you get it

also he started calling her devyn

just when they were together ofc

and that’s why she told him “since you’re a big boy now you can just call me devyn like the others do”

so he did, but never out in the public, he will be proper

kou:

yk when i said all of them where like her kids

kou was her kid period

( someone made a meme about how kou would call her mom accidentally) he called her mom a lot of times

especially when he was a little kid

as i mentioned, only ruki would refuse to “bother her with his nightmares”, the others would go to her room/office whenever they wanted and needed

so picture this, young baby kou just woke up from one of his awful nightmare, comes in crying, eyes red, runny nose, all the package

“mommy can I sleep here?”

devyn was still doing a bit of paperwork but as soon as she saw him, fuck the paperwork my kid needs me

put the papers away and took him in her arms, caressed him, just trying to calm him down

it worked tho, in 10 minutes (more or less) he was asleep, maybe the best sleep of his life

he did came to sleep in her room more times even if he didn’t had nightmares, azusa too ( ruki and yuuma were still playing “big boys” )

would have duets with devyn all the times

she’d be on piano and he would be on vocals

both of the loved that

so later when he told devyn that he wanted to become an idol, she was all for it

took care of everything to give this boy the career he wanted, would’ve been his manager if she had time for that too

his no. 1 fan

buys every album, every merch, does her best to attend all his concerts

kou would call her at the most ungodly hour to let her hear a new song he’s working on

“hii devyn, can you listen to this and tell me what you think?”

or even asks her to come to the studio

still calls her mom from time to time

yuma:

she instantly knew it’s edgar

if shuu only knew… ufff but she couldn’t say anything

he was really chill

he always is

doesn’t ask for many things, whatever he’s given he takes and says thanks, hugs devyn everytime she does something for him

when he asked for a vegetable garden he was a bit nervous, he was thinking that he might ask for a bit too much

it’s never too much for him, she made sure he had everything he needed for that garden

devyn doesn’t enjoy gardening very much but for yuma, anything

whenever he asked to join him in the garden, she would be there

they’d do work in their cute gardening outfits, very lovely

anyway

devyn’s pretty tall and yuma was always so excited everytime she would measure his height and he’ll get closer to being as tall as her

little did he know that he’ll be taller then her one day

when she’s away he sends her pictures with his plants almost everyday

azusa:

ik i said yuma was a chill kid

azusa was even more chill

like whenever she out him, he’d stay there

loved to sleep in her room even if he didn’t had nightmares (just like kou)

also enjoyed to hug her anytime he got the chance: devyn working in her office, he’d come and cuddle, devyn reading somewhere in the house, he’d come and cuddle

lots of cuddle, you get the idea

the whole knife situation was a bit of shock for devyn, like she tried to understand why he did that, should she let this happening?

it did made him happy so she had to give in

she’d get him nice knives and bandage him after he would get hurt

still very affectionate to her even to his day

overall they’re pretty close to her and vice versa

thanks to them devyn discovered her maternal skills

certified milf

very much a happy family

[refriedweeb]

IN THE END, WE’RE FALLING (HAWKS X PLUS SIZE READER)

A/N: refriedweeb here! had a couple of ideas for some Hawks fluff/angst, one being a plus sized reader and one being a sad reader who can fly and let herself free fall. @myherotrashbin​ suggested combining the two! so here’s some comfort for all you babes like me out there in the world, I hope this brings you some comfort and love (I also made y/n an adult just bc hawks is an adult)<3

Prompt: You’ve always been insecure about your weight, what people thought of you, what it would mean for your ability to become a pro-hero. It’s been something that has been gnawing at you more often than not lately, and to try and quiet all the voices telling you, you aren’t good enough, you take to the sky. Little do you know that there’s a Hawk mesmerized by someone possibly even knowing what it’s like to feel what he feels.

Warnings: body insecurity, body negativity, self-hate, sadness, depression

Word count: 2,852

You look at yourself in the mirror of your bedroom, eyes attached to the part of your body that shows your hips, the belly that you run your hands over as you stare. The way a gap is non-existent in between your thighs, full figured and then some being what you’d best describe yourself. Your hands roam up higher over the pooch of your stomach, to where fuller breasts that look nothing like Midnight, or Mount Lady’s are settled. Growing up you’d always idolized the women pro-heroes, how amazing they were and how strong they were to be able to fight in combat. It’d always been something you’d wanted to do, that you aspired to be because they were just so incredible. They were your definition of perfect, of everything that could be good in the world. As you got older, however, there was one thing that you realized. You didn't look like any of the pros. You didn't have that fine sculpted body, so small and narrow it was impossible for you to wrap your head around how they could pack so much muscle in their body without even looking like it. At one point, you were sure you could have broken them over your knee with little effort they were that small. 

And thus...your dream of being a pro hero started to fade away, eaten away at by insecurity and doubt. Because if you couldn't look like them, then there was no way that you could be what you wanted to be. You’d done the awful diets that made you feel sick, feel starved throughout your childhood and teenage life. You’d worked yourself to the point of exhaustion where your parents begged you to just stop and nurture yourself. There wasn’t any dream in the world that was that important that it required practically killing yourself. You’d been born with the quirk of wings, expansive white ones that stretched longer than you were tall. They came from your mom’s side, while you seemed to inhabit your father’s side of being able to retain weight like a camel retained water. No matter what you did, you couldn’t meet that over sensationalized standard of pro-hero women beauty standard. Which meant...you didn’t think that you could become a pro-hero. It was a dream you’d had since the first female pro flashed a peace sign to the crowd after saving people. Who would want to be saved by someone who looked like...you?

It’d been years since you’d thought about your teenage dream that you’d eventually given up. There’d been the flickering of thoughts where you’d considered applying to attend UA, but your own insecurities pushed you down. You weren’t quite sure why they were coming back to your mind now, years later, but there they were. Fresh in your mind and rearing their heads. Sparking years of forgotten insecurities about the dip in your belly, the dimples in your thighs. Your expression dropped as your arms came to rest at your side, hating the way that you looked standing in that mirror. So lonely. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and tried to silence all the negative thoughts about yourself that you were having. It was easier said than done, of course. After having spent a lifetime being called awful names like pigeon because of your plump status and your feathered quirk, it was hard to just forget those awful things. You never felt like you were going to be good enough to the public, so how could you possibly be good enough for yourself? These thoughts ate away at you as you stood in the mirror, telling yourself that you were stupid for having ever thought you could be a hero. 

You sniffled, opening your eyes to blurry vision as tears crept in the corner of your eyes. You needed to get out of your place or you felt like you were going to combust. The sky was what you needed. Free falling after racing high, high, and higher still was the only thing that could make the world feel at peace around you. It eliminated all of the bad things in the world around you, all the pain that you felt nestled so tightly in your chest. You just wanted to feel nothing but the world racing around in that moment, the comfort of harsh wind flying past you as you fell the only thing you could want in the world at that moment. Peace. Free falling like that brought a peace you hadn’t known at any other point in your life. It was comfort when you didn't know how to comfort yourself. 

Shrugging on a weighted and lined jacket because of how cold it got up in the higher parts of the sky, you snuck out your balcony window. Not really sneaking out, though it never felt like you were doing anything good when you leapt from the edge. Your wings, bold and beautiful, unfurled around you, snapping into a steady beat as they lifted you higher and higher. You closed your eyes, comfortable in the cold chill of the air as you rose higher. Soon enough the buildings started to look minuscule around you. When you looked down you couldn’t even see your place anymore it was that blended into the background. You took a deep breath in, lifting your head towards the approaching clouds, letting the mist of them coat your face in a soft dew as you moved through them. The world was so quiet up here. There was no sound. No thoughts. Just you and the open air and the chill that made you grateful for the jacket. The awful things you’d been saying yourself what felt like a lifetime were nothing more than indiscernible background noise. They didn’t matter. Up here in the clouds, you felt free. You felt beautiful and powerful, like there was nothing that could possibly stop you.

And there wasn’t.

Your wings beat steadily, holding you in your position as you tipped your head back so that it came to rest along the curve of your shoulders. With your eyes closed, you just breathed. Deep breaths in and out, repeating positive affirmations that your body was fine the way that it was. That the extra bits around your stomach, your dimpled thighs, a backside that you’d always felt was too much, were just fine. Just because you looked different, didn't mean that different was bad. It just meant that you were a human being living in a different body. That wasn’t a crime, and it wasn’t something that you would have to pay for. You were just you, and you were beautiful.

With that, you relaxed your wings, pulling them in just slightly against your back so that you could coast on them on the free fall down. The smallest of smiles, a smile of contentedness slipped over your features as you felt the weight of the world start pressing down on you. That drop in your belly as if you’d just gone down the hill of a roller coaster with nothing but gravity keeping you in your seat. The smile on your face grew, your hair whipping up past your face, the unseen world flying past you. This feeling, this freedom, it made everything that made you feel wrong for just existing simply fade away. Your eyes had been shut as you passed through another dewy cloud on your way down, unable to help the giggle that escaped you as it tickled your skin. 

But you’re not alone in that great expanse of sky, you find out soon enough. The sound of something sifting catches your attention, and your eyes pop open expecting it to be a bird avoiding your plummet. Instead, you open your eyes to see none other than pro-hero Hawks diving towards you through the same cloud you’d just popped out of. The look on his face is one that’s determined, focused. From where you’re falling you can see the glint in his eyes that makes him look terrifying and beautiful at the same time. That expression shifts into one of confusion as he looks at you. The smallest look of happiness that hits somewhere deep inside Keigo that he doesn’t know how you know.

The first thought in his head is that you look like a falling angel. The length of your wings, the way they practically shield you from the world even though you’re free falling. There’s something in your eyes that shimmers and reminds him of stardust he’s only seen on the nights that he hangs out amongst the clouds. For a moment, Keigo is entirely breathless at the sight of you falling through the sky, looking like a Michelangelo painting with the dazed and peaceful expression on your face, the way your hair is reaching out towards him, the curve of calves into thighs into hips. And then he remembers that he’s a pro-hero and that he has to save you and not just admire you.

“Kid!” Keigo shakes himself out of his daze. When he’d first saw you starting to fall through the air, he thought you’d flown too high and had lost consciousness. He’d thought that you needed having because you’d pushed yourself past your limit but now that he’d seen you face to face, he knew it was more than that. This was something that he did, too. To silence the world when the pressures of being a hero and the trauma of his childhood had gotten to be too much. To think that there was someone out there, that you were out there and knew what the desire to feel nothing but freedom was... “Kid, are you out of your mind?!” He shouted above the rush of the air. 

It hits you then that he’s talking to you, and your breath catches. Hawks is still racing towards you, not sure what to think of the situation, when it’s his turn for his breath to escape him. Your wings expand out in their entirety, taking up his line of vision for a moment. He’s convinced then that you are an angel, that you’re not of this world. Your body catches the weight of your winged support and suddenly he’s just not darting towards you, you’re moving towards him. Your back is arched up, hands extending out towards Hawks as you’re about to collide. But he’s trained for this, this is his whole job. Gloved hands reach out to your waist, his fingertips skimming along the lush, smooth skin he finds under the shirt jacket you’re wearing. The sensation sends a bolt of electricity from where he’s touched you. You come together as one for a moment the second Hawks’ has wrapped his arms around you, your bodies spinning wildly until he’s set you upright. Keigo still isn’t quite sure he knows how to breathe yet, staring down at you with your hands clutched to his chest. Your own breathing labored as you look up to him. He doesn’t think he wants to let you go. And the thought, as fleeting as it is in the moment you start to open your mouth to speak, is still one that stuck with him.

In a world that was so hardened and cruel, feeling how soft something beautiful could be sparked an emotion he couldn't remember feeling once in his lonely, empty life. He doesn’t know what to say, so he watches you through bird-like honey golden eyes, perplexed by everything you are in that moment.

“Why would you...” your eyes move back and forth between his gaze, still not quite sure why he thought you were in danger. You don’t know what else to say, so you say the first thing in your mind. “I just wanted to fall.”

Those words hit like a load of bricks in his stomach. Keigo knows that feeling all too well, and to hear it coming from someone else’s mouth, to know that someone else felt that sensation of hopelessness and loneliness, someone like you, it left his brain empty. “You could have...you could have gotten hurt.” But he knows that’s not true the minute it comes out of his mouth. His eyes drift to the wings behind you, so stark in their color. He knows the strength behind those wings, envied by his own. In that moment, without knowing you at all, he knows how strong you are. Not just physically as he found out with how quickly you snapped out your wings and caught yourself on the wind. But he knows the  mental strength that you hold on your shoulders just by what he caught you doing. 

Suddenly, he feels embarrassed having caught you in the act. If someone had ever found him free falling through the air like that and tried to save him, he would have been furious. “Are you okay?”

You look up at him, the confused expression on his face. You swear you even see a faint wetness behind his visor. Slowly, you nod your head. “I’m fine...I was just sad.” you smooth your hand down the lapel of his lined jacket, and his wings ruffle. 

Keigo’s hands move down to your lower back, still fully supporting you. Your wings are dancing around one another with each beat that keeps you high in the sky, all away from the bullshit in the world. “Sad?” His throat feels constricted. “Why?”

It’s your turn to blush, and you look away from him for a moment. “I don’t...I don’t think you’d understand.”

“Try me, kid.”

Something in his voice causes you to look back at him, and that look he sees in your eyes makes his heart ache for that familiar feeling. “I felt...alone. Wrong for being the way that I am...that I wasn’t going to ever be good enough.” You swallow, dipping your head down so that it’s nearly resting agains his chest. “That...I was so wrong that it’s impossible that I could ever be great...ever be wanted.” Keigo’s eyes close at your words, his own head bowing so that it presses down on top of yours. He smells the sweet scent of your shampoo, a gloved hand coming to cup the back of your head. He knows that feeling all too well, that desperate loneliness that could make a person do anything. You freeze for a moment until you realize he’s not doing anything to hurt you. The pro-hero, Hawks, is comforting you. His hand is smoothing through your hair, and you let your head come to rest against the defined plains of his chest. Whatever remaining thoughts of self-hatred, of self-doubt, evaporate like clouds.

“Come on, kid.” Hawks murmurs, glad to have your head resting against his chest so you can’t see the same broken expression he’s wearing that mirrors your own. “How could the world not need you when it gave you a view like this?” Hawks tips your chin up, and at first you catch the setting sun hitting his profile. The defined point of his nose, the stubble running along his jaw. The way that the setting sun sets his eyes on fire, turning them into a replica of the sun settled in his eyes. You, like many others, had always thought Hawks was the epitome of attractive. But there’s a difference between the cocky smile and tone he usually takes, to the unspoken vulnerability you’re seeing right in front of you. 

And then you look out to where he is, and you see the painted sky. Visions of purple and orange blending together, thin clouds stretched out for as far as you can see. Skyscrapers and buildings of various heights dotting the landscape, it’s a picture that not even the best artist could recreate. Your breath catches in your throat once more, and you tighten your grip on Hawks’ jacket. For all the times you’d fallen through the sky in order to silence the world around you, you’d never thought to look at the scenery around you.

Hawks takes comfort in the soft pull of your skin, a pillow he’d do anything to rest his head on and finally sleep through the night. He isn’t sure what it is about you, but that look on your face as you fell through the air is one still painted fresh in his memory. He doesn’t think there’s ever been anything else in his life that’s resonated to quickly as that look. Keigo certainly doesn’t want to let you go, to lose that warmth in his hands. “You see, kid,” Hawks starts again, looking out at the landscape the world around them.

“We’re the lucky ones. With this kind of view...” Keigo chuckles. “How could the world not want us if it didn’t want us to look at this view.” But Keigo wasn’t looking at the outstretch of blended colors anymore, no. He was looking at you. The transformation of awe of the roundness of your cheeks, the way your mouth hung open as you took it all in. The words he said were true, regardless. How could the world not need you if it didn’t want him to look at you like that? 

[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

Will you be my...? | d.m and s.m (request)

Request: yes by @avatarbeeb

“hello! i saw you were open for draco imagines and can i have one where a the reader (slytherin) is dracos gf and a professor at hogwarts? Then mothers day came along and scorpius purposely got himself detention to sneak draco bc he wants to propose? and scorpius asking you if you can be his mom”

Word count: 3640

Warning: major draco feels

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!adult reader and Scorpius x reader

Note: No proofreading, because I wrote this in the middle of the night, but I’ll do it late! 

Giving detention were never my kind of thing. Especially because I had quite a few of them when I was only a student at Hogwarts. The memory still lives vividly in my mind when Dolores Umbridge punished almost every single one of us with one of the most sadistic ways. Cursed pens were given us, and we had to write down “I must not tell lies”. The twist of the story is, every time we wrote it down, the writing appeared on our hands, leaving a nasty scar behind. I was never a fun of them, so when I had the chance to come back to Hogwarts, I made an oath to myself, that I’ll never give detention to any of my students and instead I sit down and talk with them about the consequences of their actions. I wanted to teach them something they can use in life later.

- Professor Y/L/N – Professor MyGonogall called after me as I was leaving the Great Hall. I was on my way to the Potions classroom where my students were probably already making a mess and playing around with the equipment – May I have a word with you, my dear?

- Yes, of course – I smiled at her brightly. I’ve always loved her, ever since I was an eleven year old little witch. She was a role model for me through the years, and I was terrified during the Wizarding War that she might not make it out alive. But she did, and I admired her even more after that. She built up Hogwarts from its dust, and used all her power to turn it into a home again. For us, and for our posterity.

- I just wanted to remind you that the dance rehearsals for the Spring Ball are staring tomorrow afternoon – oh the Spring Ball. After the battle, she wanted to give us something which could make us forget about all the pain and loss. So she came up with the idea of this Ball, where girls could ask the boys to be their partner for the night. I loved the Great Hall’s decoration. Every year, it was like a sign of rebirth. Very bright because of the thousands of candles and sparkles. Very fresh because of the most beautiful flower decoration. And very vivid because of the laughter that finally filled the Hall again.

- Yeah, of course. I’ll be there – I assured her and hurried to my class. Teaching Potions were my passion. I’ve always loved this class back in the days and I was honoured enough to teach it at Hogwarts. I loved seeing the excitement on our students’ faces when a potion changed colour, of when they could finally see the results and test it on each other or on themselves. Their favourite was probably the Amortentia, and the biggest fans were the fourth and fifth year students, who were at the age when they started to experience the beauty and pain of first love. They loved to use this love potion to admit their feelings, or just to check if their little crush were attracted to them as well.

I was cleaning up their tables after class, so I didn’t notice when someone came in the classroom and picked up the last vial of Amortentia.

- Hmm – I jumped by the voice of my visitor and as a bad habit, I immediately reached for my wand – It still smells like vanilla, mint and sandalwood. It still smells like you, babe.

I lowered my wand when I realised the voice belonged to Draco. I put away the last remaining equipment and turned around to face him. He aged very well, just like fine mead. His hair was still platinum blond, and the few grey hairbreadths were invisible because of this from afar. His grey eyes were shining again, filled with love and life. The tiny wrinkles and the fine stubble made his irresistible.

-  Hey, you – I greeted him with a bright smile and a light kiss on his delicate lips – What are you doing here?

- Well, Professor McGonogall sent me an owl, asking to see me – he took my hand and brought up to his lips to plant a kiss on my knuckles – She wants to talk about the upcoming Spring Ball.

- Oh, yeah. She is very excited about it, because everyone is invited from the Class of 1991. I’ve already sent an owl to the Potter’s. Ginny said they are coming for sure, and Hermione and Ron too – I told him happily and we left the room and went for a walk in the Castle. It was great having him here, especially because I hardly ever had the time to see my boyfriend since I started teaching. But every good thing comes to an end, and shortly we had to say goodbye, because he had to meet McGonogall, and I had to tutor some students who had asked for my help previously.

- Good evening, Professor Y/L/N – students greeted me with smiles on their faces when I entered the Great Hall. I’ve always loved children, and often fantasized about becoming a mother one day. I wasn’t in a hurry, I still had plenty of time. And there was Scorpius, Draco and Astoria’s son, whom I loved like he was my own. He was a little troublemaker, just like his father, but the kid had a huge heart and an even bigger imagination. He never failed to make me laugh, and showered me with his love every day. Having him here, at Hogwarts felt a little nostalgic. He looked like so much like Draco, so every time I saw him on the corridors or in class, I had small flashbacks from little twelve years old Draco, making fun of someone or insulting a poor mudblood. Thankfully, Scorp never hurt anybody. Not on purpose at least. He was an amazing kid, and the highlight of my days were when after dinner, before he had to go to his Common room, we went to the Astronomy tower and he told me everything about his day, sitting in my lap, his little arms wrapped around me and he rested his blond head of my shoulder. He usually fell asleep like that and I had to carry him to his bed, but it was worth it. He made me feel really loved.

- Y/N – Professor Flitwick came up to me – Could you please come with me? We have quite a serious situation…with Mr. Malfoy.

- Scorpius or Draco? – I asked him.

- Scorpius – he looked worried and without hesitation, and jumped up from the bench and followed him to his office. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was praying it wasn’t anything terrible and Scorpius was fine. I felt like a stone was lifted from my chest when we passed the Hospital Wing. Thanks Salazar, he wasn’t injured.

- What happened to him? – I asked for the hundreds time. I had to know. Did they tell Draco? Did Draco know about it in the first place? Was he on his way too? Should I send someone to find him? – Filius, please. If Scorpius OK?

- Don’t worry, Y/N – he tried to calm me down – He is fine, but he did something bad. Do you remember why you were in detention for a whole week in your sixth year?

Oh my Merlin! I panicked when I remembered why I got detention years ago. And it was not because of a silly little childish mischief.

- Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy – calling someone by their full name meant one thing: they were in serious trouble. There he was. Sitting by Flitwick’s table, a guilty look on his handsome little face and a broken wand – What have your father and I told you about duelling?

- Hi, Y/N – he sheepishly smiled at me, but turned his gaze away from me the second he realised I was really furious this time. Draco and I talked with him about these kind of things, and reminded him that his own safety was the most important thing and we didn’t want him to get hurt – I can explain. I was…

- No – I shushed him and turned to Filius – Have you informed Draco? He must be in the Castle somewhere. He had a meeting with Minerva, but you know him. He likes to wander around the School.

- Is Dad here? – Scorpius asked with a wide smile. I didn’t understand his behaviour. He was about to get detention for the rest the semester and he even broke his wand, and yet, he was acting like everything was just perfect – I though he’s…

- Thought what? – I asked him with my hands on my hips – Scorpius, do you understand that what you did was dangerous? You could have gotten seriously injured or worse. Your father and I can’t lose you, sweetheart. You’re the meaning of our life.

Scorpius looked truly guilty and was playing with his hands. I kissed the top of his head and turned back to Flitwick.

- No, I haven’t got the time yet – he said – I went to find you, knowing that finding you was easier. Little Mr. Malfoy starts his detention right now, beginning with putting away all the books in my room. Could you please find Draco?

- Yeah, sure – I nodded and turned to Scorpius – Scorp, please, be on your best behaviour. No pranks, no whining. This is going to be a great lesson, and hopefully, you won’t get into a duelling battle in the near future again.

I left a pouting Scorpius and a fuming Flitwick behind. I was positive that Draco was still somewhere in Hogwarts. He would have said goodbye before he left to go back to the Malfoy Manor. I didn’t waste any time searching for him around the Castle. If he was still there, he was probably at the Astronomy Tower. That Tower was everything to us. We became friends there. Shared our first kiss there, while the only light and witness was the Moon. It was the place where I told him I loved him for the first time. And we broke each other’s heart there. Not long before the Wizarding War. Little did we know, we chose the same tactic to protect the other. But after the battle, he disappeared for years. The next time I heard about him was when their engagement with Astoria was announced. I was heartbroken and happy at the same time. I cried for weeks, because I truly believed he was going to be the one for my. The man, who I go back to and settle down with. And I cried because I saw him alive. And fine.

I walked up to the top thinking about him. Their marriage was everything but good. Astoria loved the idea of becoming wealthy. Draco desperately needed someone to fill the whole in his chest and be there for him when nightmares didn’t let him sleep at night. After a year of marriage, Draco was seriously thinking about getting a divorce, but then was when Scorpius came in the picture and Draco couldn’t do it. He wanted to provide everything to his child. Everything that he never got from Lucius. Draco loved his son. Protected him. Cherished him. He was his pride and joy. And he was an amazing father. But there was still a small whole. Something was still missing and he knew what it was. Pardon, who it was. He used all his connections to find me and reach out to me. Draco could be very romantic and sometimes he went a little too crazy with his romantic gestures. He refused to believe me when I told him he didn’t have to prove anything to me, because I’d never stopped loving him. But he wanted to make up all the time we had to spend separately.

When I reached the top, I froze in my step. Candles and colourful rose petals covered the stone flooring. Draco was standing in the middle, his glowing in the moonlight. For a second, I totally forgot the reason why I was searching for him. He looked almost too perfect. My stomach twisted by the sight of him. All I could think about was how much I loved that man.

- Darling – he offered me his hand to go and join him. I walked up to him slowly, making sure I didn’t mess up the decoration with my robe – I thought you’ll never find me.

- Find you? – I was confused – Do you know that our son was in a duelling battle and he is in detention right now?

His only answer was a sly smile and a nod. Did he now care at all? Merlin please tell me he wasn’t proud of Scorpius for that.

- Our son – he breathed out. I didn’t even realise that I referred to him like that – That’s one of the million other reasons why I couldn’t wait any longer with this – Draco took my hand and squeezed it a little bit – You know, I’ve been sitting here for a couple of hours now. Thinking about everything that happened here with us – he looked down at me – I can still remember the first time we met here like it was just this morning. You were lying here, watching the stars. Neither of us were supposed to be out here that late, but we didn’t care about the rules back in the days. I didn’t ask you if I can join you, just layed down next to you – I rolled my eyes at the memory. I found him quite arrogant and annoying in the beginning of our friendship.

– And it became a habit. Sneaking out together of the Slytherin Dormitory, checking every corner for Prefects or Filch – he chuckled at the mention of our favourite caretaker – After a couple of weeks, I named a star after us. When I was at home, or you couldn’t come up here with me…or when I thought everything was falling apart and slipping out of my control, I had something I could hold onto and look at. I often talked to that star – he pulled me with him and pointed out a larger and brighter star. Our star – I confessed my feelings to it. I imagined it was you who I was confession my love to. But I was a coward, and you confessed first – I laughed at the fact. I didn’t really think much about how or when I should tell him how I felt. I did it when during one of our many arguments, a sudden rush hit me and blurted out those three magical words. I love you.

- We went through so much – he faced me again, his hands never leaving mine – And somehow, you’re still here with me…with us.

- And I’m not going anywhere, Malfoy – I took his other hand in mine too and looked up at him. He was beautiful. Inside and outside. An amazing mind. A huge heart. But he had troubles with showing it. Slowly, but he learnt it.

- I really hope, because I don’t want to make a fool out of myself – he chuckled nervously and let go of my hands – Y/N, you haven’t only been my girlfriend for the past four years. You have been much more than that. You’ve been my best friend who I can rely on. The soulmate who understand me without word. You’ve been my lover and Salazar is my witness the whole eternity wouldn’t be enough to list all the reasons why I’m on love with you so much. And what I’m indescribably thankful for, you’ve been a mother to Scorpius.

In that moment, I knew what was going on. My head felt dizzy, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My hands were shaking and tears were filling up my eyes as I watched Draco getting down on my knee. One thing I thought I’ll never see him doing. I hid a smile when I caught his hands shaking as well when he reached for his coat’s pocket.

- Y/F/N – Draco said – I’m not planning to live one more day without you being my wife. Would you honour me with marrying me and making me the luckiest man in the whole universe?

Tears were running down my cheeks and I was choking on my own words. I nodded my head rapidly, in case he couldn’t understand me through my sobs. This was really happening. He was proposing at the place where everything started years ago. Draco put the huge emerald engagement ring on my ring finger and kissed it gently. I looked at the green crystal, which symbolised our Hogwarts House’s colour. It was simple but perfect. And that jewellery tied us together.

- I love you so much – I whispered to him before kissing him slowly. I didn’t want that moment to end. I pulled him closer to me and held him as tight as I could, but there was someone we were forgetting about. Scorpius.

- As much as I’d love to finish this – I pulled away – We have to talk to Scorp about this whole duelling situation. He needs to understand that duels are dangerous even for adult, not alone for a twelve years old boy.

- You’re right – Draco kissed my forehead and laced our fingers together – Let’s go and find him.

I took one last look of the beautifully decorated tower and followed Draco to Flitwick’s office. Poor Scorpius was still putting away the books, sorting them into alphabetical order and dusting them too. He looked at his father with his huge grey eyes. From the corner of my eye I saw Draco nodding proudly, which cause Scorpius to drop the old magic book and run up to us, hugging both of us at the same time. I caressed his soft hair with love and looked at Draco who was already watching us.

- Did he know about it? – I asked him quietly.

- Of course. We had this planned out for months now. His task was to keep you away from the tower, but there was no duelling in the plan – he looked at his son with a ‘we will talk about this later’ look – He was so nervous, because he didn’t want to accidentally tell you the whole plan. That’s why he missed your usual night conversations at the Tower. You know how he is when he’s really tired.

The amount of love was suffocating me, and before I could stop them, tears were rolling down my cheeks again. I loved my boys with every single heartbeat.

- Is it my turn, Dad? – Scorpius let go of us and looked at his father.

- Go on, buddy – he winked at him and sat down on my of the chairs in the room, excitedly watching his son turning to me with a little box in his hands. Scorpius cleared his throat, trying to catch my attention before he opened his mouth to speak up.

- Y/N – he shyly started – First of all, sorry for making you worry about this duelling situation. I know you just want to protect me from getting hurt. The reason I did it is, Wilson was talking badly about you. He said that his parents know you and you betrayed your House during the Wizarding War. I couldn’t let him talk about you like that…

- Oh, my love – I put a hand on my heart. It was beating too fast, I was genuinely afraid it might fly out of my chest. He wasn’t trying to cause any trouble, he was protecting me. Just like his father.

- I wanted to teach him not to mess with a Malfoy – he smiled at me, nodding to the huge ring which was now an evidence of me being officially being part of the Malfoy family – And I wanted to teach him to never ever dare to talk about my Mom like that or I’ll hex him into oblivion.

I gasped at his words. First, on the way he was talking. I made a mental note to myself to scold Draco for teaching these things to his twelve years old son. But which surprised me even more was the fact that he called me his mom. There were a couple of other examples of this. Scorp calling me mom, but it was always when he had a high fever or he was already half asleep. But he was neither of them.

- Now, Dad isn’t the only Malfoy who’d like to propose to you in some kind of way – he slowly opened the little box in his hands. There was a beautiful bracelet decorated with tiny emerald crystals and diamonds. It looked like a flower wreath – Y/N, you’ve been by my side for years, and the love you give me is something I never want to lose. You’re marrying my Dad, and I really hope accept my Mom proposal too. It would make my very very happy.

- Of course, baby boy – I pulled him in a bone crushing hug and peppered his pretty face with kisses – I’d be honoured to be your Mommy.

- Really? – He looked at me with his shiny grey eyes. I was the luckiest woman in the whole universe. I nodded at him and held my wrist for him to put on the bracelet – And don’t you ever think I forgot about Mother’s Day. I love you so much. 

- I love you too – I kissed his forehead and pulled him in for another hug. I looked at Draco who was watching us, tears threatening to roll down his cheek but he quickly shook his head before it could happen. He joined us in the hug, and buried his face in my neck. There we stood. Hugging each other. Loving each other. And we made lifelong memories at Hogwarts, where everything had started. Magic really was there. In our lives. Making everything finally totally complete.

[shadow-otousan]

Deciphering the years in which Shadowsan grew up in

 Alternative title: Debunking the supposed fact that Shadowsan is 40+ (I’m looking at you, cs wiki)

Since Shadowsan’s flashback in s02e03, this has been on my mind. After some intense image searching, I can finally share the fruits of my research. 

Let’s cut to the chase. 

This is Shadowsan as a child, then known as Suhara. (Also pictured are most likely his playmates.) The style of clothing they wear, which you can see mostly on the other kids, were fashionable as everyday wear for children during the 60s (and possibly earlier during the late 50s). This nostalgic blog in Japanese in which the author talks about their childhood and details the timeline of the decade, also describes the fashion worn by himself and his peers.

The caption (fortunately in English) as follows:

Children of everyday wear of 1965 is this is it !!

The boy on the far right and the two boys on the far left are wearing the style most similar to what we see in the flashback--sweaters worn over their shirts, and shorts that barely stop at the thighs or, if longer, above the knees. We can safely say that Shadowsan spent his childhood at least somewhere in the mid-60s.

Now on to the second decade and this time, we’ll be looking at Shadowsan and his brother. But first, we’ll be focusing on the most conspicuous example for what was considered the style of that decade.

This is Hideo as a young adult. Now the decade in which this took place was easier to figure. It might help that I had a 70s phase in college lol. The type of glasses he wore originated in the late 60s as a reaction to the unattractive and sometimes even downright butt-ugly spectacles of the past decades (except cat eye glasses but even that was a mixed bag). However, this style of eyewear really peaked in popularity during the 70s and it endured somewhat into the 80s.

Glasses became seen as fashionable with their large, thick, and colorful frames as seen in these ads. Tinted lenses, if we’re talking about sunglasses. Now what only stumps me is that I cannot find the exact example for Hideo’s glasses, as I see only one bridge on his frames instead of the more common two (those are the type of glasses Shadowsan buys for himself during the Fashionista Caper showing us that fashion is cyclical, but I digress). Regardless, the shapes are there.

As for his hair, you can simply find it by typing “70年代 アイドル 男性” in google image search. But for the sake of one example:

The only slight difference is that apparently, most of them parted their hair to the right instead of slightly to the left like Hideo does (and Masashi Sada as you can see above. Bonus points for being the few famous people in Japan who wears glasses so now I’m given the theory that the character designers lowkey based Hideo off of him. Highly unlikely, but it’s a nice thought. While we’re here, check out one of his songs like this one). His hairstyle also lasted until the 80s (because any start of the decade will always have holdovers from the previous one) until perms and hairspray made them even crazier. Hideo’s hairstyle can be describe as ‘feathered.’ Hideo’s clothes lack the then ubiquitous bell-bottom pants and wide lapels of the 70s though I’m chalking that up to even Hideo thinking those were silly (bell-bottoms could actually sweep up the dirt if you don’t wear platform shoes..I also tripped on them twice while walking ;w;).

Next, Shadowsan--este, Suhara as a teen.

Because he’s a rebel, it’s a given that his style does NOT reflect the popular fashion of his youth unless you’re in a gang (or trying to look like you’re a part of one). They seem to have one thing in common though: a buzzcut.

This was a photo of what seems to be gang members, taken by Katsumi Watanabe in 1972. The man on the middle right is the closest we have to Suhara’s style, befitting a misfit of Japanese society. On the contrary to medium-length feathered hair and colorful clothes, such rebels would go out of their way to stick out from the norm. Worth noting that the bosozoku fashion--in which elements of American choppers and 50s greasers are combined with Japanese elements (i.e. gakuran--high school uniform for males, hachimaki, sarashi, tokkou-fuku--”special fighting jacket”, etc.)--did not become quite popular until the 80s, so what Suhara wears is more or less a prototype of what will become the stereotypical look of Japanese delinquents (although those styles have actually coexisted too).

Now with all that out of the way. We can estimate as to how old they really are.

If Shadowsan was a 60s kid, that would place his birth years somewhere during the end of the 50s or the very beginning of the 60s, making him 50 plus or early 60s at the time of the show’s setting (2019).

Hideo, meanwhile, I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say he’s 5 to 7 years older (or even 10 considering how much older he looks compared to his brother in the current show), which would place his birth years squarely in the 50s, beggining, mid, or late. In the show’s setting, that would make him either 60 plus or pushing 70 years old. If 10, mid 70s or plus.

Until a concise number is given to us by the CS crew, I will strictly hold on to these conclusions as their more or less true ages. Of course, everyone is free to disagree because, after all, these are only theories and if they were to be debunked in the future, I won’t be surprised. Just a little heartbroken lol Because I’m not a historian of any sort nor am I Japanese, feel free to add on this or correct me on some mistakes I might have made.

And that concludes this post. Class dismissed ;P

(Last minute addendum: I would also like to point out that though it seems that most VILE operatives recruited are young as some argue that any VILE operative student had to be 20, nowhere in the show does it require only a certain group of young people can join. It might be entirely possible that as long as one is an adult (20 or older), one can join VILE. And Shadowsan, from the looks of it, seems to be in his late 30s or early 40s when he was a student going by his facial features. He just used to look really young bc Asian aging is a paradox. You can be older than you look, vice versa, and suddenly look like your age. But hey, like I said, only theories)

Ok, now I’m done~