#the older sister is not nice to me. hasn't been for years. whatever

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[justyouraverage-simp]

she's in good hands// t.s, s.r

pairing: steve rogers x reader (romantic), tony tark x daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: tony being a bit of a douche to steve, tooth rotting happy relationships

summary: tony was very protective of everyone he cared about but his daughter meant the most to him out of anyone so when he has to face the music that shes growing up he finds it hard to accept especially when it comes to boys but not just any boy captain america

*gif not mine*

Y/N swore she could never love anyone as much as she loved her dad, he was the only man she needed in her life. The two were peas in a pod, they were best friends and after Y/N got her heart broken who was there to pick up the pieces? Her dad.

Everyone swore Tony wouldn't be a present father, that he would send his child off the first chance he got. Just like his parents did to him. But Tony used that to be better, he became the worlds best dad at least in Y/N's eyes and to him that's all that mattered.

****

When the avengers were formed they all was told to keep their hands to themselves when it came to Y/N. No one risked to see where the line was because Tony had never been so passionate about something in his life. His little girl (although she is now 24, she will always be the little girl he used to play tea parties with and dress up with her like princesses) was his world, she saved him when he lost his parents, she gave him a reason to keep going and he will always protect her.

What Tony wasn't prepared for was her getting to the age where she was interested in boys and becoming more curious about them and her feelings. She didn't have a mother figure in life really other than Pepper then eventually Nat became an auntie/ older sister to her, so it was down to him to teach her everything and it was the first time Pepper had seen Tony unsure of himself.

Y/N went through her fair share of rough relationships, the worst being a three year relationship that ended with her being cheated on. Tony was furious seeing his girl crying over someone. She swore to him she was done with men, that he was the only man for her, the only one she needed. She was happy being single and free. That was until 2011 when she met Steve Rogers.

*****

Y/N and Steve both agreed to keep the relationship a secret to start with so the two could find their footing without the whole world watching their every move. And also so they could work out how to tell Tony without putting him or Steve into an early grave.

"Hey, how would you feel about telling my dad about us?" Y/N said looking up at Steve who had his arm draped over her shoulder as they cuddled into the sofa.

"As long as you want to I'll do whatever you want sweetheart you know that" Steve says.

"I know I'm just nervous"

"I know you are but we love each other right?"

"Yeah"

"So your dad will see that and how he hasn't noticed yet I don't know but we will show him that I'm not like the others" Steve says placing a kiss onto Y/N's forehead.

It was a few hours later and Jarvis had made Y/N and Steve aware Tony was back from his mission with Nat and Clint. Everyone meet in the living room to welcome the three back when Tony looked up at his daughter suspiciously.

"Why are you being weird?" Tony says bluntly.

"Wow nice to see you too dad"

"Honey you know what I mean, your quiet and your not as happy to see me" "I just need to talk to you when you get a minute"

"You can talk to me whenever you need, I'm your dad"

"In private please?"

Tony and Y/N walk to her bedroom, Steve following behind sneakily to be there for Y/N.

"What's going on kiddo"

"I'm just going to come out and say it" Y/N says running a finger through her hair "I'm dating Steve"

"As in Captain America?"

"No Steve from down the road, yes Captain America"

Steve takes this a time to walk through the door and wraps his hand over Y/N's.

"No" Tony says quickly

"No?" Steve says "What do you mean no?"

"I mean nope, not happening, over my dead body. How else do you want me to say it, I can say it in another language if that helps you Cap"

"Dad, I wasn't asking you if I can, I'm telling you because I don't want to hide him. I want to hold his hand or sit next to him on the sofa without having too worry someone will catch on. I want you to be able to accept that I'm not your little girl anymore I've grown up" Y/N says getting more annoyed at her dad.

Seeing how passionate his daughter is makes him realise she loves Steve, not in the same way she loves Tony but the way he loves Pepper. It made him realise he will always be the man who taught her what to expect from men, to not accept anything less than 100%. Steve however he showed her what 100% is, he showed her the meaning of true love. He chose her and he would risk everything to make sure she knew how much she loved him.

Tony looked between the two of them "Rogers promise me something?"

"Yeah Tony?" Steve says unsure of what he's signing up for.

"Promise me you'll look after my girl, she's my world and if you hurt her I will not be held responsible for what happens"

"I promise, I will always protect her and I will always do what's right by her" Steve says looking down at Y/N lovingly, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Just because I know your together doesn't mean the PDA can come out thank you very much" Tony says as he leaves Y/N's bedroom shacking his head.

*****

That evening Y/N is cuddled back up to Steve on the sofa dozing off slightly as the Avengers all have a movie night which was tradition when someone came back from a mission.

"Tony I'm surprised you haven't blasted Steve to another planet for touching Y/N" Nat says looking over at the two.

"Nope, she's in good hands and I'm okay with that" Tony says as he watches Steve admire his girl sleeping.

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Believe

Trigger warning- abuse

The youngest Shelby, YN, is the quietest out of all her siblings. She's also only 7 years old and the clingiest to Tommy. So when Tommy got a girlfriend, Grace YN wasn't happy at first. But Grace was nice to her and so YN soon started to warm up to the woman.

However once the Shelby's felt like they could leave YN alone with Grace YN soon learn that Grace wasn't as nice as she seemed. YN tried to tell her brothers and Aunt, no one believed her, thinking she was just being jealous again.

Today YN is in the house with Grace while the rest of her family are out on business

"YN!" Grace calls from downstairs. Nervously YN leaves the safety of her bedroom and makes her way to Grace who's in the living area of the house. Grace faces YN, looking at her with a stern face "what on gods earth is this" Grace points at some dirt on the floor

"Erm"

"For goodness sake YN. Clean it up"

"But I haven't...."

"I don't care if you've been out or not. Clean it up. Now!" Grace shouts making YN jump. Quickly YN gets the things she needs to sweep up the dirt on the floor. Once YN has finished sweeping the floor Grace manages to find other jobs for the young girl to do, and if she finds that YN hasn't done a good enough job Grace will reward her with a slap on her body, or a pull of her hair. This wasn't new to YN, but she gave up speaking to her brothers about this. According them 'Grace wouldn't harm a fly'. Bullshit

Later that evening YN is getting ready for bed, the rest of her family are now back home and chatting away in the living room. There's a knock on her door. Praying it's not Grace she asks who it is

"It's Polly. Can I come in love?"

"Yeah" the door creaks open. Her aunt looks at YN disappointed "what?"

"You know what"

"No I really don't"

"Grace said that,.." YN sighs and rolls her eyes sitting on the edge of her bed "this is the problem. Your attitude. Grace said she simply asked you to clean up the mud you brought in from outside and you gave her lip"

"What! I didn't. Aunt Polly she...." knowing that there's no point in trying to convince her aunt YN gives up "forget it" defeated YN turns away from her aunt

"I have no idea what's going on with you recently but it has to stop. I understand that you find it hard that Tommy doesn't give you as much attention but your getting older. You can't be relying on your brother all the time"

"Fine whatever" sighing Polly leaves YN to it and heads back downstairs.

For the next few days YN stays quiet around her family. Grace tells them that she's probably starting to have hormones, but she knew the truth. Once again YN was left alone with Grace and again she would be subjected to the abuse of her brother's girlfriend

"Your not going anywhere until all of this mess is tidied up"

"But...."

"But nothing. Get to it or else"

"Or else you'll hit me again" YN mutters

"What was that?"

"Nothing"

"Don't give me attitude" Grace pulls YNs hair back towards her. Little did she know that Polly and Arthur had just walked in

"Grace I..."

"Shut up" Grace pushes YN down on to the floor making her whimper

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing?" Polly's voice booms through the house

"Get the fuck away from my sister" Arthur shouts then storms towards Grace pushing her out of the way to kneel down next to YN

"She was being a brat"

"Get out of this house"

"You can't kick me out. Tommy wouldn't allow it" Grace crosses her arms acting way to confident

"You clearly don't know Tommy then. He'd do anything to keep his sister safe"

"Arthur take YN upstairs and make sure she's ok. We're gonna wait for Tommy"

When Tommy arrives home, his aunt tells him how YN was telling the truth the whole time and he ended up leaving Grace and telling her to leave Small Heath immediately.

YNs family are extremely apologetic and promise that in the future they will believe her.

Soon after Tommy gets into a relationship with Lizzie who YN prefers so much more, and Lizzie is nothing like Grace.

[jennay]

Protect Her

The request:

Jamie standing up for his girlfriend when she's having an argument with her older, abusive brother about her relationship with J or smth, whatever you come up with!! and taking care of her after that situation, because protective Jamie is such a perfection 😩

Master List

You and your brother met at a local restaurant that neither of you had tried. You were excited for your brother to meet your boyfriend, finally. It only took him a year to agree to a simple lunch.

"When's he going to be here? I'm hungry." Your brother stares down at the menu. Hangry was a trait that ran deep in your family tree and showed in your brother.

"He said ten minutes."

You chose seats outside to enjoy the sunny weather. God knows you could use some sun. Plus, if your brother made a scene, it would be easier to escape.

"I looked him up online." Your brother David raises his sunglassed eyes to you.

"And?" You question knowing that you more than likely weren't going to get the response that you wanted. You never understood why David didn't like Jamie. He never gave you a direct answer. He shrugged it off as he just didn't. You wanted to believe that he was a sweet, protective brother, but you knew better. Your brother had verbally abused you off and on your entire life; why would he stop now?

"He's been with many women and already engaged by age thirty-three." He leans back in his chair, "The real question is, why hasn't anyone married him by now if he's such a great guy?"

"Trust me; I'm trying." You joke. "I'd marry him right now if he asked."

You are thankful when the waitress asks to take your drink order. Your brother orders a lemonade, and you order Jamie water and yourself a vodka lemonade. You were going to need it to get through this lunch.

"You think he's the one?"

You nod. "I don't think Jamie's the one. I know he's the one."

"Hey," Jamie pulls the seat from beside you and sits down. "Sorry, I got stuck in traffic, love." He leans over to kiss you.

"I'm glad you made it."

The waitress appears with your drinks. "Thanks." Your brother says to her. He's watching you and Jamie interact, but he's not buying it. He thinks it's all a show, and you two couldn't be that happy with one another.

"Jamie, this is my brother David; David, this is my boyfriend, Jamie." You watch as David reaches out to Jamie; Jamie stares at his hand for a brief second before realizing that he's in America, which was one of the corks of introducing yourself.

"Nice to meet you." Jamie kindly says. "Have you guys ordered?"

"Waited on you." David's attitude hasn't changed one bit over the years. He's still going to be a prick about everything. "So, what drew you to this one?" He asks Jamie. "Not much of a personality there. Can't imagine it was anything interesting."

Jamie's eyes widen. He's never heard someone talk to you like that. Shocked, his eyes wander over to you, wondering what the fuck just happened. "You must be confused, (Y/N) has a fantastic personality. She's a lot of great things, and boring is not one of them." Jamie brings his hand to the table where your hand rests. He calmly laces his fingers with yours and watches as your brother sarcastically chuckles.

When the waitress comes back, you order your food and patiently wait. You watch as your brother rests his elbows on the table and lets his jaw relax in his hand. He eyeballs you before smirking. You feel nervous; you don't know what he will say next.

"Doesn't sound like the girl I know." He takes off his sunglasses this way; he can ensure you see malicious intent behind his eyes. "Sounds like you're keeping secrets."

"Don’t." You warn.

His eyes dart to Jamie, "How many girls do you cheat on my sister with when you're out touring? I'm sure every girl wants a piece of the lead singer."

You feel embarrassed by your brother's question. "Stop." You tell him. You feel your heart begin to race, and you want to splash your drink in his face. Why was he so mean? For no reason other than that, he was like your father.

Jamie leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. "What's this really about? Are you trying to hurt her or me?" He takes off his cap and sets it on the table. "You can try to hurt me all you want, but you will not hurt her in any way, shape, or form." His voice is low and stern. "Are we going to have a problem?"

"Are you threatening me?" He stands up and pushes his chair back hard. "Come on, tough guy." He chides.

Is this really happening?

Jamie doesn't stand up, though. Instead, he chuckles at your brother's motion and says, "Keep your shirt on. I'm not going to fight my girlfriend's brother." He laughs again, which pisses David off more.

"You're going to let him talk to me like that?" David marches around the table and gets in your face. "You're pathetic. You'll never amount to anything, and your loser boyfriend will leave you just like they all do." He takes a step back, too proud of his job to notice that Jamie's fist is two seconds away from his face.

David stumbles back, holding his bleeding nose. "What the fuck, dude." He acts like he didn't just degrade you in front of your boyfriend.

Jamie grabs your arm and pulls you out of your chair. "I told you if you did anything to her, we would have a problem." You grab your purse from the ground and latch onto Jamie's arm. "Get fucked." Jamie says, "Come on, love."

As the two of you are walking back to Jamie's car, you can hear your brother cursing at you, but Jamie tells you to ignore it. He puts one arm around you, sticks the other in the air, and gives David the finger.

"Jamie." You warn.

He rests his arm back at his side and kisses the top of your head. "Nobody gets to hurt my girl."

I hope you liked this! Let me know if you want something written ❤️

[antihibikase2]

"Audrea,"

"Giima," The name comes out of her lips with a laugh. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"It has."

There's a twinge of shame as his voice quiets down.

For a moment, she hears the sound of a Bisharp's blades clashing against stone; it seemed whatever Grimsley wanted to talk about, it came to mind in the midst of his training.

"Has my, uh, present to Cheri arrived?"

"Just in time!" The professor holds the Pokeball between her fingers, inspecting the sleeping Purrloin from within. "I let her out for a stretch and some treats, and she's resting now. I'll give her to Cheri as soon as the kids get their starters and Pokedexes."

"Right, right. Thanks."

She ponders for a reply- perhaps she wanted to sneak in a scolding, to scold her younger friend for missing out on the chance of seeing how much his sibling, his brother, had grown and changed from when he had last seen him.

But she would not snag that chance away from Cheren, who insisted on showing himself to Grimsley- in the form of a challenger.

She settles for a simple "No problem," and a pleased hum.

Just as she thought that the conversation was over, the sound of Pokemon cries and their trainers' orders persisted in the background; Grimsley had not hung up yet.

And whatever he had on his mind, he was dawdling.

"Grimsley,"

Now her tone shifts to something familiar- the tone of a teasing, yet understanding, older sister; the reliable friend that Grimsley turned to back at Nuvema, when he did not want to trouble his mother or argue with his father.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Um,"

So there was.

She rests her chin on her palm, eyes closed as she taps her nail against her cheek, the Xtransceiver on her other arm buzzing and vibrating from the background noise.

"Well, uh, about Doctor Colress-"

Doctor Colress?

"What about him?"

"You, uh, worked with him awhile back, right?"

"Yes? Not as much as Fennel, however."

But he was a nice enough individual; impressive as well. It was no wonder that he made a name for himself as a doctor- it was only a matter of time before the league caught wind of his skill.

He's been the league doctor at the very young age of twenty; almost seven years ago.

"Have you been acquainted with Doctor Colress recently, Grimsley? I know the heat gets to you-"

"Yeah, um, I suppose you can say that."

From the other side, she could almost imagine Grimsley fiddling with his scarf, face flushed and fingers twiddling-

And it didn't take long for the professor to come to a conclusion.

"So, well, about my call," There was an awkward cough. "Is there, uh, any chance you know what the good doctor.. likes?"

...

Just as Nikolai was about to leave his apartment, he receives a visitor.

He expects it to one of Ghetsis' shadows, or even any of the other bothersome sages- but it was just a humble employee of a certain fast food chain whose food he had grown quite accustomed to eating.

"I didn't order anything." Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

If this was a prank, he will find who was responsible, and-

"Oh, it's already paid for, doc," The deliveryman says, tipping his hat. "Special request from Mr. Grimsley of the league."

Grimsley?

"You're a lucky guy, doc!" They chuckle. "Mr. Grimsley's got quite the fanbase- maybe some of us guys have a chance with Ms. Shauntal, now that we know he fancies you-"

The deliveryman shrieks as Nikolai's Porygon-Z silences him with a missed Signal Beam, burning a hole right behind him- and from the looks of it, it was on purpose.

Nikolai's eye twitches in annoyance.

If The Gambler reborn wishes to involve himself with him again, and breach their professional relationship for the sake of senseless human connections and sentimentalities through the use of his favorite food-

"Tell him thank you, I appreciate it."

-then Nikolai had no qualms; as long as the other would keep his hands to himself.

Nikolai does not need to try- he fakes a serene smile, one he has had hundreds of years to practice and master, and takes the paper bags of burgers back into his apartment.

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(Kyleigh's POV)

I'm pregnant! Baby number 12 will be joining our family at the end of next summer. I didn't particularly feel any of the symptoms, I just had the feeling that I should take a test and it was positive! I called my OB and went in for an ultrasound, and we have one healthy baby! My blood work hasn't come back yet, but with my history of preeclampsia there will be more monitoring done for this pregnancy and any subsequent ones that I'll have.

You'd think that by my 9th pregnancy (and 12th baby) I'd be used to the rollercoaster of morning sickness, but it definitely is something that's a constant reminder of the new life that's growing inside me. Thankfully I cook in bulk and have a rotation of leftovers and fresh fruit and veggies, so I don't need to cook daily which definitely helps with my aversions to smells.

The kids are doing great with their school, the triplets are in grade 4, the twins in grade 3, Daisy is in grade 2, and Marigold has started grade 1, the littles do skillbuilding work so that they don't feel left out. The big kids do their work after breakfast, i sit with each set and explain whatever concepts they dont understand, and afterwards they will finish their workbooks while I sit and explain more to those who don't understand. The littles are in their room having quiet time or napping whilst the oldest are doing their work.

Barrett and the boys (AJ, Benji, Preston, and Jefferson) are enjoying little Jackson, no matter how many children we have we'll always have so much love and gratefulness for babies in our hearts. They're also happy to have another little brother to love on since they're currently outnumbered by the girls.

Little Jackson is growing so fast it's so hard to imagine that he only joined the family earlier this year! He's been hitting milestones so quickly that soon we'll be celebrating his birthday and he'll be a walker!

My belly definitely shows a lot faster the more pregnancies I have, but I'm not complaining since I love feeling my belly when I'm pregnant. The kids are constantly asking me to feel my belly and constantly asking to be the new baby's buddy, with little Olivia turning 5 next year the kids love being able to help their little siblings. Rose has especially been loving on my belly and talking to her little siblings, the kids sometimes repeat their scripture memory verses to my belly so that the baby will come out the womb having memorised it all!

Chloe has started writing in a journal, she's shared with me that she wants to do a scrapbooking project so that she can journal her journey in her relationship with the Lord. They had mentioned the idea in sunday school and she couldn't wait to come home and let us know what she wanted to do, the other kids also knew about the project but wanted to wait a bit before they started their own.

Chloe is doing so well with her knitting, we try and sit down 2 to 3 times a week for an hour so I can watch her knit and help her as she goes along. Her goal right now is to finish a jumper for one of her younger sisters, and to continue to make hats since we're in winter now. It's so great that the kids are now becoming older and can pick up skills, Violet expressed wanting to learn how to cross stitch, so we're working on that as well so by spring she'll have some nice pieces finished. Rose has been asking to learn how to cook, but since she's still quite young she helps me with meal planning and the easier prep items.

[unfriendlies]

okay so i'm at my old neighbor's house with my dogs, she's also my mom's best friend's older sister so it's not weird me being here, while somebody is at our house (long story, don't wanna explain). and i was told that i'd be here alone so me being here with five dogs, outside of the three that already live here, would be no problem. but the lady who is renting the room in the basement came home and started making a huge fuss about me being there because she "wakes up early for work" and now is when she sleeps so one of my dogs barking was a problem for her. i told her i'd be gone in like a hour (now it should be around a half hour), nobody was supposed to come home in the four hour time frame i'd be here. so now i'm sitting with my dogs in crates in our rental car (bc our car still hasn't been fixed over a month after it broke down) in the driveway of the house i should be sitting inside while it's raining and i'm just mad.

like i'd be less upset if this woman was at least nice to me about my being there but she just kept screaming and cursing at me, as if she owned this house and wasn't just renting a small room in the basement, as if i didn't get permission from the fucking owner of the house to be there. but here i am still trying to be nice and considerate by locking my dogs and myself up inside this car just so she can have some quiet.

oh, and my one dog, who is a miniature dachshund and only weighs 7lbs, only barked when her huge ass great dane started barking first. so the real issue isn't even me being there but how my dog reacted after her dog started to bark. my dog wouldn't have barked at all if she had better control over her own dog. put a muzzle on the dog or turn the volume up on whatever it is that you're listening to down there. i had something playing on my laptop, a giant fan running because the house doesn't have central air, and there was a closed door blocking sound as well. don't let your huge ass dog come to the top of the steps so it can hear everything going on up on the main floor.

you want someone to be considerate of you, try being considerate yourself. i'm not sure how long you've known the owner of this house but i've literally known her my entire life. all 31 years. she's basically like my family, her brother is my god father, her niece was my childhood best friend, i'd spend every single weekend with them growing up and basically every day with them during all holiday breaks. my mom has known her since she was in high school. i don't care if you're paying to stay there, go pay to stay somewhere else if you don't want to deal with the home owner's allowed visitors.

[nyctx]

#6

We finally moved into the new apartment, I'm really happy about it. Our room hasn't fully been set up yet but me and my sister are thinking of putting stuff on the walls. We actually bonded for once...lol. But anyways, if she's not arguing with our younger sister, that's one less concern to deal with. I'm trying to keep myself neutral when it comes to stuff like that because it just gets tiring, but we share a room so it's honestly fine. I was looking through my box, seeing what I could already put away and I found a letter.

"[REDACTED],

It has been a pleasure to be your teacher this year. I am always thankful for your creative and intentional lens used on our projects in our class. I am proud of you for adding value to our spaces and hope you find time to continue designing for our community. Have a great summer!

-Mr.M"

I smile every time I read that letter, in all senses, he's been a great teacher to me and to every student he teaches. I hope he's doing well, even though I probably won't see him near future. I hope his students treat him with the kindness he deserves. He and my teachers were just the best, maybe one is an exception, but other than that, I appreciated them. I barely fit in with most of my grade, but they still saw the best of me. I think my favorite was one of the teachers who assisted my design and English teacher. She was the best and always wanted to hear about the book I'm reading or what I was currently writing at the time. I miss her dearly, I always will. She said I reminded her of her sister, which is funny because most of the time, I'm the older sibling. I felt guilty because at the end of the year, I hit a huge slump and lost all motivation to push through and keep going and it stopped most of my projects. I'm out of that hole now, but I still feel bad. That school held a lot of memories, good and bad.

Anyways, my best friend thinks I'm pretty, which made my heart race for whatever reason. I was kicking my feet and giggling like an idiot for almost 20 minutes. It probably means nothing and he was just being nice (He's the nicest sometimes when he's not being sarcastic lmao), but it still made me blush. I had straightened my hair and felt good about myself for a little bit. My headphones shape my hair in an interesting way and I actually like it. He and my friends are just the most! I love them so much, I can barely explain it <3

I actually have a playlist for him whenever I need motivation to write or if I just need to keep myself happy. The memories I have with him always make my day. It's the simple things y'know? I love him dearly. I have this picture of the both of us and it's probably my favorite picture out of all the ones I have. I'm a photographer and whatnot so I appreciate pictures a lot, but that one means the most to me. He just makes me smile is all. :)

I start at a new school this year and I'm nervous as hell. I don't know how people will react to me and it's nerve-wracking. I'm not too fond of most people and don't really like interacting unless I'm interacted with, but even then it still makes my heart beat fast, and not in the good way. But what do I know? I still have about a month left before school starts. If I'm a weirdo, so be it.

-Dxll Face

[hassedah]

So, let's just say Eloïse is MC's older sister and died in an accident. How'd the boys make up with MC after calling her Eloïse?

The boys call MC by the name of his dead sister :

Hi ! I hope you are well ! ^^

Here is the headcanon you requested. I assumed that the boys also knew the dead sister well. I hope you enjoy the headcanons. Have a nice day and take care of yourself! ^^

TW: Death mention/Neil's reaction lacks empathy.

Vladimir :

Your sister's death has left a great void in the manor. It was sudden and unexpected interrupting everyone's little routines and as if to spare themselves the pain of her loss no one spoke of her anymore.

It was an even bigger shock for you of course but there wasn't really anyone to talk to about it and as everyone seemed to avoid the subject you didn't insist on talking to them.

When Vladimir got his name wrong, he didn't immediately notice. You hadn't heard it for several months now, and it penetrated your eardrums like a knife, producing a dull ache in your stomach.

Vladimir noticed your tears though and his blood ran cold as he realised his mistake. He didn't have time to apologise because you had already stormed off to your room hoping to calm down up there. He stood like an idiot in the middle of the garden for several minutes.

He doesn't know what to say to apologise, he doesn't even know how to broach the subject delicately actually. After all, he would rather not talk about it if he were you, he has done so for years with his family. He doesn't talk about it to anyone and just gets angry when someone dares to broach the subject.

The easiest thing for him to do would be to ignore it and wait for it to pass. However, he doesn't really feel able to do that. Even less so after your reaction in the garden. He would already like to know if you are well. But for that to happen, he would have to dare to knock on your bedroom door. But when he heard you crying, he simply turned around and went to hide in his own room. He knows it's cowardly, but he can't bring himself to react any other way, he's never been very good with other people's feelings, he already has a hard time understanding his.

He slept badly that day. He felt like a coward and worried that he had not come to see you. Finally, he got up as soon as it was dark before he decided to go and meet you.

He has a lump in his throat and if he wasn't so worried about you he would have just sent Raphael to talk to you. Raphael is good at socialising, which he has never been. He is afraid of hurting you by talking, of saying something wrong, of just being hurtful as he often is.

He knocked on the door so softly that you hardly heard it. When you invited him in, he seemed to be under great stress. He takes a breath to try and calm himself before starting.

“I'm sorry I got my name wrong last night...," he started in a very low tone, not managing to look you in the eye, then continued a little louder. "I didn't mean to hurt you and I would of course understand if you were still angry with me but... if you ever want to talk about it...of your sister..."

Whatever you have to say to him, he will be there if you want him to be and he will try to support you to the best of his ability. Your happiness is important to him, even if he can't put it into words.

Béliath :

Your sister's disappearance was a shock to everyone and clearly Beliath did not know how to broach the subject with you. He understands your emotions, of course, but he doesn't know how to react to them and he doesn't want to broach the subject with you for fear of hurting you. 

He doesn't know how he would feel if he lost his sister. Leandra has always been there, that's the concept, because she's his older sister, but he doesn't know the world without her and he doesn't want to know. The thought of losing her is enough to turn his stomach and he doesn't think he'll ever forget the day his mother might have killed Leandra and the fear he felt for her.

So he hasn't spoken about your sister since she died, like everyone else in the manor, and you've been left alone with your pain without finding anyone to express it to. It is morally burdensome of course, but still less so than asking you not to cry or to try to move on.

He realises that his tongue is forking at the very moment your sister's name passes his lips. When he sees your face break down, he feels like he has hit you and it makes him want to hit himself.

You left quickly for your room. He followed you to talk to you and managed to get into your room with you before you closed the door. He will leave if you ask him of course, but he wants to know if you are feeling well. He is genuinely worried and keeps apologising. He would do anything to keep you from being sad. 

"Please don't cry!" His words are more like pleading, he doesn't really know how to react in this kind of situation.

But as is often the case in these situations, asking you not to cry only makes you cry more. He feels helpless enough to have nothing stupid to say that would make you laugh. 

"MC. Please. I don't like it when you're sad. Tell me what I can do to help you"

You end up telling him everything that has been weighing on your mind for months. He quickly feels guilty . He had not imagined that you could be so lacking in support following the death of your sister. He had hoped that Raphael would at least talk to you. He doesn't really know what to say to you at the moment, he who always has something to say is running out of words. After a few moments, he finally answers you.

"MC, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I should have realized earlier that you were not well. I'm going to take better care of you from now on. You can always come and talk to me if you need to, I'll be here."

Even though it breaks his heart, he no longer asks you to stop crying if you feel the need to. He stays with you so that you are not alone and he listens to you talk about your sister.

Ivan :

Ivan is not the most attentive person to other people's emotions. He supported you for a while after your sister died, but he soon stopped. He doesn't like to see you sad and he felt much too awkward to broach the subject with you and preferred to assume that everything was fine. After all, you're surrounded by enough people in the manor, there's Raphael, Aaron and Beliath, even Vladimir could talk to you about it, couldn't he?

You wouldn't have minded if the others had actually been there. Unfortunately, this was not the case and you were left alone with your pain. Unable to move on but unable to ask for help either. You were left with your grief that seemed to grow bigger and bigger every day.

The night Ivan was wrong was a quiet night. You still had that pain in your heart but you kept it quiet by trying to think of something else. You discussed the latest video games with him, a discussion that the three of you often had before your sister died.

Hearing him your sister's name in this context brought you back to the reality of her death. You felt a weight fall on your stomach as your face broke down. Ivan immediately understood his mistake. You didn't have time to speak and he had already fled. Leaving you totally alone in the small living room.

As he feared, he never does anything right. After he noticed his mistake he went to lock himself in his room. He can't stop blaming himself and just feels like a monster. He spends most of the night feeling stupid and miserable.

For your part, her escape only adds to the weight on your shoulders and confirms that you were right to keep quiet about it after all, no one seems to want to talk about her. You finally went to your room with a heavy heart and unable to think of anything else.

Ivan spends much of his day awake unable to sleep and it gets worse when he realises how he left. He realizes with some horror that he didn't even think to apologize or find out if you were okay. Finally, after seeing your face he suspects that you are not well. He grumbles at himself while cursing himself how could he be so stupid.

He comes knocking at your room the next day late at night, and as soon as you open the door he starts in a stressed tone.

"I'm sorry I was wrong last night. I'm an idiot, I should have kept my mouth shut, but I always have to act without thinking."

The amazement on your face makes him continue.

"I'm also sorry that I left like a thief when you needed me. I should have worried about you instead of running away. I don't know why I reacted like that... well I do, I don't like it when you're sad. But you have a right to be sad and I should be supporting you instead of running away every time. I'm sorry MC, I promise I'll try to change that."

Aaron :

It is as if your sister never existed. After her death, no one in the manor talked about her anymore. You were left alone with your emotions and her belongings without even knowing what to do with them.You felt lost and isolated from the others and as no one talked to you about her and as when you started a discussion about her the boys quickly tried to change the subject. You finally gave up. You felt like a wall was slowly being built up between you and them and gradually expressing how you really felt about it seemed more and more impossible. Everyone seemed to be fine after all and you couldn't decently bother them with what you were feeling.

Keeping silent costs you a lot of energy and you are exhausted, but you pretend to be fine so as not to be a burden to others. You smile in discussions, laugh too, but the heart has not been there for a long time. You have a gaping hole in your heart and you are beginning to doubt that you will ever fill it.

It was a harmless thing that the boys had already done several times. It's a common mistake with siblings to confuse first names, you often heard it when she were still around, but not once since. That evening, you were having a good chat with Aaron, the atmosphere was rather good in the small living room. Until he got his name wrong. Your smile tightened immediately when you heard him say it, while your heart clenched. It had been several months since you last heard him speak about her, and even though it didn't look like much from the outside, his name was like a stab in the heart.

You remained silent as the sounds suddenly seemed much more distant and muffled and it was only when Aaron touched your arm that you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks. You got up hurriedly to leave the room.

You didn't even really know where to go, going back to the room you had shared with her seemed impossible. So you just went outside walking briskly towards the forest hoping that the fresh air would help you calm down. But it seemed to be just the opposite as the more you walked the heavier the weight on your shoulders seemed to get, making you feel like you were suffocating.

Aaron, on the other hand, has stood in the parlour for a moment, not understanding your reaction, and no matter how hard he looks at what he has just said, nothing seems hard enough to make you cry. He knows that he is often tactless, but he doesn't feel that he has been tactless, you seemed to be having fun a few seconds ago. He finally reacts when he hears you leave the manor. He can't possibly leave you alone and upset outside.

It doesn't take him long to find you as much because he was able to follow your scent as because he hears you crying. 

For your part, you can't seem to calm down. Have to admit that you can't even remember the last time you cried for your sister, it seems like ages ago now and it's as if all the tears you've been holding back for the last few months have decided to come out tonight.

Aaron has crouched down beside you to give you a hug. He prefers not to speak for the moment as he is afraid of making the situation worse. He understands the situation little by little, especially when he hears you crying about your sister. He feels stupid for not having understood it earlier and for not having tried to support you better after her death.

Once back at the mansion, he promises you that he will change that. "I'm sorry MC. I didn't support you as much as I should have and I didn't see that you needed me. I'll be more careful from now on, if you ever feel the need to talk about your sister I'll be there to listen."

Raphaël :

No one dared to talk about her anymore - your sister, who had been so appreciative, had completely disappeared from conversations. It was hard enough for you not to pass her in the corridors or hear her laughter hitting the walls, but this. This was even worse. Your attempts to broach the subject all ended in failure, the boys changing the subject or suddenly remembering they had something to do each time.

You finally realised that no one wanted to talk about it, probably because of the pain and in order not to stir the pot you stopped talking about her too. It wasn't easy every day and the weight of the silence was getting heavier and heavier on your shoulders, sometimes becoming so intolerable that you had to lock yourself away to cry, you didn't feel comfortable enough to ask them for support. Slowly, you started crying silently every day instead of sleeping, then in the evenings and nights. You knew how to be discreet so no one ever noticed.

When Raphael got name wrong you felt the ground disappear beneath your feet. His name entered your ears like the squeak of chalk on a blackboard and the pain exploded in your chest taking your breath away. You hadn't heard it in months, you'd almost forgotten what it sounded like when it was said out loud.

You held on to the nearest piece of furniture with a trembling hand and remained silent for a moment, your throat constricted by grief, when you spoke again Raphaël did not miss the tremor in your voice. You left immediately afterwards to take refuge in your room.

After the moment of surprise, Raphael immediately comes to join you. He can hear you crying behind the door, which only increases his anxiety. He guesses the reason for your sadness without too much trouble after all you left just after he got his name wrong.

"MC, I'm sorry. Please let me in, you can't be alone in this state."

You don't answer him immediately when he knocks on your bedroom door so he insists. His voice becomes more urgent and worried. He won't come in without your permission, but he sincerely hopes that you will give in because leaving you in this state upsets him.

You allow him to enter after a few minutes, but you hardly look at him. You hide your face from his view. He follows the sound of your crying to join you and finally finds you sitting on the bed. Raphael sits down beside you.

He speaks softly as he tries to find out more about what makes you react so strongly his words are soft and tender. He doesn't rush you, he just waits for you to speak.

Exhaustion overwhelms you, you can't hide your pain any longer, you slowly pour out what you have been feeling for the last few months in a continuous stream of tears. You feel as if you will never be able to stop and your eyes and head start to hurt from crying so much.

He realises with some horror that no one has really looked to see if you are all right. It seems to be a basic question they should have all had a long time ago. You lost your sister after all. He doesn't know where to start with his apology as it seems he has too much to apologise for.

"I'm sorry MC, you must have been terribly lonely the last few months. He gently takes your hand in his before continuing. I haven't been there for you, but that will change. I won't leave you alone with those emotions that upset you anymore, you can share them with me and I'll listen."

Ethan :

Ethan didn't know how to broach the subject with you, yet he wanted to support you as best he could, but seeing you cry about your sister's disappearance, seeing you sad every time you talked about it. He clearly couldn't get over it and gradually stopped talking about her and started changing the subject when you did. Eventually you understood this and stopped talking about her with him and with others.

It was quite difficult at first, but you slowly managed to silence the emotions that accompanied your sister's death, whether it was sadness, anger or incomprehension. You almost felt like you were okay, almost, because you weren't always. Your chest would sometimes tighten at the Moondance when a figure on the dance floor looked like hers, it was always the same feeling of seeing her again before reality suddenly hit you. You felt as if a gaping hole was forming in your chest, but Ethan distracted you by inviting you to dance and you forced yourself to forget the pain.

You weren't out at the Moondance that night, Beliath was planning a party for the next day and he'd commandeered you and Ethan to move the living room furniture. It was quite funny, Ethan knows how to make things funny. You were able to laugh easily enough, until he got it wrong. Your smile evaporated like snow in the sun and Ethan turned pale when he saw it.

You gave him a tight smile before nodding, actively working to forget the pain that was building in your heart. Ethan didn't believe your smile for a second, but as you continued to push the wheels of the living room he didn't insist. Your smile quickly disappeared. You didn't know why this mistake affected you so much, Maybe because it was going to be a year soon, maybe because you hadn't heard his name for months. You felt like you were on automatic pilot for the rest of the evening.

What Ethan couldn't miss, his attempts to make you laugh were all unsuccessful and he started to feel stupid. He came back to you later that evening after you had finished your work.

"MC? Are you sure you're okay? “

You nodded vaguely, your fingers playing absentmindedly with the fabric of your clothes. You weren't sure if he would want to hear about your grief, you were also afraid of being blown off because, it was such a trivial thing, you shouldn't feel so sad about it should you? Why was it that it didn't leave your mind in this case and the grief kept trying to work its way into your eyes?

"Do you want to discuss it?

“I am fine.” You whispered, fearing that speaking out loud would break your voice. You were already finding it harder and harder to resist tears.

"I know I often ask you not to be sad but... you can be if you are not fine.“

His words brought tears to your cheeks and he stepped forward to hug you.

Neil :

You didn't really expect much support from him to tell the truth, so you didn't once raise the subject of your sister with him. It was hard enough for you as it was, you didn't want to see your grief being brushed aside. It must be said that even if Neil had brothers, he was never really attached to them and considering the way they treated him, he can't say that their death has shaken him. 

This silence about your sister went on for several months, with you spending your spare time sorting through your sister's belongings, unable to bring yourself to sell or throw them away. Sometimes you would sit for hours handling her old stuffed animal, constantly wondering if there was anything you could have done to prevent her death, regretting arguments from years ago while thinking wistfully of your games and jokes. You haven't mentioned his name once since he died, nor has Neil.

So when you hear him get his name wrong you feel as if your blood has frozen. You know you won't cry, you haven't managed to do so once since he disappeared, but the pain you feel in your chest makes you waver. When you point out his mistake, Neil simply shrugs.

"It's just a name.”

He doesn't see the problem at all. Your parents tortured him in the cellar for several years and he doesn't complain about it! He made a mistake. It can happen to anyone.

First you try to make him understand that mentioning your sister hurts you deeply. But he doesn't intend to apologise for it and he answers you coldly. "You just have to get over it, it's not my problem.“

His answer takes your breath away and blurs your eyes for a moment, but you manage to pull yourself together. You don't want to fight with him any longer to make him understand how that name makes you feel. You don't feel strong enough to engage in a verbal joust with the old man anyway.  But it confirms what you thought, talking about how you feel about it with Neil does you more harm than good.

It takes a few days for Neil to notice the change in your attitude and a few more to relate it to your discussion. It's not that you don't talk to him anymore, you always talk to him, but your voice is monotonous. You sound a bit like a ghost walking through the corridors of your house. At first he decides to leave you alone, but your behaviour starts to worry him. You don't seem to enjoy anything and your eyes seem sad even when he invites you to come and watch the sunrise with him.

He didn't think when he answered you. He doesn't really like negative emotions and he already spends a lot of his time silencing his own for peace of mind. He doesn't know how to get back to you but he tries anyway one night when you locked yourself in your sister's room to sort out her things.

He doesn't know where to start or what to say to you. He is more used to manipulating people to get what he wants than to talking to them sincerely. Finally, he comes and sits next to you on the bed.

"MC ?" He waits a moment to see if you will turn your head towards him, you do so slowly after a few seconds. You seem quite surprised to see him here, but it's mostly the sadness he can read in your eyes that leaves him speechless for a moment, he doesn't understand how he could have missed it for so long.

"MC. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about your sister. I was heinous. I should have listened to what you had to say and how you felt.

You nod, taken aback by his reaction, but he continues after a brief glance at the room.

"I feel like I haven't really been there for you lately. I'm sorry about that. I'll try to change that too. I'll understand if you're mad at me after what I told you, but if you ever need to talk about your sister, I'll be there to listen."

He slowly moves towards you to take you in his arms carefully, you can feel that you still have enough space to get out of the way in case you want to. But you close your eyes to meet his embrace. 

[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

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You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. ���Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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requests open!

[mcyt-amber-tftsmp]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟... {𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Request?: HeartsYeallow

Character: Ranbob

Side Character(s): Basically the rest of The Lost City of Mizu cast

Story-type: Starts out platonic but it's mainly Angst and a bit of fluff Romance but not too much

Story Length: 3455 words

AU or Not: AU of sorts but Ranbob being in his enderwalk when he went full-murder on the fishermen

Time Period: Future basically

Plot Summary: It the incident where Ranbob killed the fisher men but Y/n tagged along while the four were mostly exploring Y/n actually got to know Ranbob a bit then when Y/n saw he killed Cletus I believe she came to be uh scared but still knows hes not doing it and such, anyway time skip when its just Isaac, Charles and Y/n are the only one left alive and Ranbob trapped them but Y/n rushed her self to Ranbob and snapped him out of his murderous mind— and saving the others and she told the two to go ahead and leave Mizu and she'll catch up with and she talked to him and comforted him in a way

Small Info: Ranbob has the enderstate where he does things he doesn't know he does like the murders- and he didn't open up with anybody til Y/n come and her friends came to mizu also Y/N is like Isaac's little sister who's younger by two years with Isaac being 22 years old and everything else

Keywords:

Y/N = Your Name

Trigger Warning:

- Burning To Death Twice - Slight Blood - Small Panic Attack - Repeated Words - Mentions Of Death

Normal Warning: Cringey as heck-

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Y/N's Point of View~

The only thing I could see outside while walking around the place was just water and the aquatic life going on with it's lives in water. Now people might be wondering, where the heck am I exactly? Well you see we are currently exploring an underwater city called the City of Mizu which happens to be the Underwater City of Beauty and they got the beauty part pretty much right!

Basically what happened is that my older brother, Isaac took me with his three friends to wherever they usually go until I found this book lying on the ground which talked about Mizu. So we basically decided to go over to explore the area and while doing so we met an enderman hybrid named Ranbob.

From what I know about him is that he's pretty socially awkward considering when he met us he was a bit nervous when he introduced himself and Cletus was practically making him uncomfortable by sniffing him or doing something which was annoying him. I would sometimes yell at Cletus to stop it saying that he's making him uncomfortable.

I mostly tagged along with Ranbob while Isaac, Cletus, Charles and Benji were exploring and walking around the place. I was able to get to know him a bit more which actually helped him talk to me freely without getting nervous or something.

He was actually a really nice guy even if he looked pretty intimidating and all. What I liked most was his heterochromatic eyes which on his right side was yellow and on the other it was purple. He was also pretty tall and handsome- okay moving on!

Yeah I may or may not have somehow fallen in love with him too. I don't know what it is but I guess I could say it was just us basically having a conversation together and getting to know each other so well and maybe it's his voice cause it's pretty calming and I like it. His voice is something I could fall asleep to if I wanted.

Right now we were just walking around in the library. My brother and his friends ran off somewhere looking through somethings while i was looking through names of books trying to see which one I could read and that was when a certain book caught my eye.

The cover of the book was black and it look slightly dusty like it hasn't ever been touched by anyone. I slowly took the book out of the shelf carefully so as to not accidentally make the other books drop from the shelf. I then dusted away the small dust particles as I looked at the book.

"The Enderstate?" I said in a small questioning and confused tone.

"I see you found this book." I heard a voice behind me which made me slightly jump as I looked to see it was Ranbob as I left out a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh it's just you and I did I guess? Do you know what's it about?" I asked as he stayed silent for a bit before he spoke.

"Well... How do I put this into words?" He said while looking pretty hesitant.

"The Enderstate or Enderwalk is similar to sleepwalking or dissociation, where endermen hybrids like me have little awareness of surroundings, and it may last for hours at a time. You could say that... we do things we don't intend on doing at times and we don't have control of ourselves in the process. You would have to knock or slap them back to reality... if it's possible." He said explaining as I listened though I did notice the slight nervousness in his voice which I shook off thinking it was nothing.

It was something pretty interesting to know considering I have never known about this. I eventually put the book back in its place as Ranbob continued with the tour. Later Isaac found small lever key which lead to a tree dome.

Isaac handed the key to Ranbob who led us down the hallway to a closed room. I saw Ranbob place the lever key in its place as he pulled it down as the door slowly opened to reveal a glass dome which consisted of a huge tree in the middle.

I stood awed as I looked at the tree. It was really beautiful. Isaac and his friends were just looking around the place as I stood in place but after a while I realized that Ranbob was nowhere near me. I didn't even know where and when he ran off.

I snapped back from my thoughts when I heard my brother yell as he pointed towards the tree saying that there is a chest on top of it. We were all trying to figure out on who would climb the tree to get the chest. We then decided that Cletus should go over to retrieve whatever was inside the chest.

As Cletus was about to go up, I heard Benji say something which made Cletus come back as they argued and Charles was trying to calm them down. I then heard Isaac say if I had seen Ranbob in which I shook my head since I had no clue where he was.

Then after a few minutes Cletus reached the semi-top of the tree saying he found the chest as he slowly opened it. Isaac asked what it said in their but then something caught my eye. I thought it was nothing but then I heard a voice which I recognized very well.

"People don't live after coming here. They die." I heard Ranbob said as he jumped down from God knows where as I noticed the fire on top of the tree.

"Is it on fire?!" I heard Isaac exclaim looking at the tree and looked at Cletus who was cornered at the edge of the tree.

Charles and Benji were telling Cletus to drop the book and to jump down but then I saw how Cletus was set on fire as Ranbob then pushed him back only for Cletus to fall to his death. I stood stunned and scared as I looked at Ranbob with fear but then I realized something.

What if he was in the enderstate? He wouldn't do this in general, right?! I had so many thoughts running through my mind but it was interrupted as Isaac grabbed my arm and ran out of the room. I was about to say something but he already pulled down the lever to trap Ranbob in the tree room.

Isaac read the book as he led us down to wherever we are supposed to go. After a few, we came to a room which had lava but there was something on top of the wall. Benji said that he would be the one to retrieve what was inside the chest as he jumped on the stone platforms as he slowly parkoured his way there.

I was too scared to look considering he was taking a huge risk parkouring over the platforms and if he accidentally missteps he will fall and burn in lava. I looked over at him to see he was doing fine and he was just two steps away from reaching the place.

But I may have spoken too soon cause I don't know what happened but Benji somehow tripped over the last step and fell towards the flowing hot lava. I saw Isaac running after him as he reached out a hand but it was too late. I choked back tears as I saw witnessed Benji burning to death. There was nothing we could do.

Then I saw Isaac give his books and other things he had to Charles saying that he was going to get to the top to retrieve the item in the chest. I widened my eyes. I couldn't lose him. He was the only family I had after our parents died.

"Isaac no! Please I can't lose you!" I said as Isaac gave me a hug.

"I will be okay just hold on for me okay. I promise." he said letting go as he took a deep breath and jumped onto the first platform.

I was shaking as he slowly parkoured over to the platforms. He looked pretty hesitant and scared knowing one wrong step and he will die. By the time I knew it he took the last step and reached the chest. I saw him take out something from the chest which looked like a lever key.

Isaac was saying that it was the final room key which could help us escape. Then he said that he was going to jump down from the slightly huge height as Charles said he would catch him. he took a deep breath as he jumped down and somewhat landed in Charles' arms as he fell backwards.

"Are you okay?" I asked as Isaac stood up only to slightly limp as I looked over at his foot to see that it was slightly bleeding.

"Not really but I will be fine. Are you alright Charles?" He asked looking over at the younger boy who nodded.

"Yeah just a little hurt in the head but overall okay." He said as he gave back Isaac's things as Isaac led us to the new room.

Isaac put the lever in it's place but stepped back a bit. I looked over to see he was looking really light headed as I helped him breathe as Charles helped. I could imagine that was very scary and the fact that we saw both our friends burn to death.

But I was still thinking if Ranbob was in his enderstate cause I don't think he would do something like this. Isaac told Charles to flip the switch but he then suddenly interrupted him form doing so as he said somethings.

"Okay I don't know what is in there but no matter what? We are gonna make it... For Cletus and Benji okay?" He said as Charles and I nodded.

Isaac then pulled down the lever as we entered the final room. The room was very unusual considering the amount of diamond armor was lined up on both sides of the walls along with diamond swords placed behind them.

The room was also decorated with green pillars and obsidian like walls. There were a few barrels and chests placed on the sides but they were all empty according to Isaac. Then he went over towards the white tiled steps which led to a glass window. I followed behind him to see what it was.

Behind the glass room was a marble statue of a man who wore armor and had a sword hung from the sides. The armor design was slightly hidden by the cape and he happened to wear a white mask. Charles then came up behind us to see what we were looking at.

"What the heck is that?!" He said as he looked at the statue.

"What is this...?" Isaac said looking at it.

"That is the weirdest thing I have ever seen..." Charles said.

"Looks like a cave." Isaac said as he looked over at a small opening from across the room which was definitely an exit.

I then heard small footsteps as I looked behind me to see Ranbob coming over with a netherite sword in his hands and he looked slightly dazed but I don't think anyone noticed that. I started to think this was something to do with the enderwalk state.

I looked over to see Isaac and Charles panicking like mad saying things about how he killed Cletus and all the other things that have happened recently. I seriously just stood and watched in shock.

"Everyone here had an idol that they worshipped. That's why the rooms were all themed like one of the idols from the past." He said stopping for a bit as Isaac spoke.

"Is yours Ranboo-" He was saying until he got interrupted.

"And mine was Dream!" He said I looked at him and then back at the window to look at the statue.

"Is that this man?" Isaac said coming towards the glass gesturing towards the statue as I noticed Ranbob coming towards us.

"Yes. Like I said nobody-" Ranbob responded in a monotone voice but was interrupted.

"Was Dream a good man?" Isaac asked slightly scared as he held onto my arm as Ranbob paused taking in his question.

"Yes yes he was a very good man..." He said as Isaac broke the glass as he stepped dragging me with him as he slowly let go but made sure I was near him.

"... Depending on what you think good is..." he said as Charles came in the room backing away from Ranbob who slowly came behind him.

"Nobody- nobody leaves here..." He said as I saw him coming slowly towards Charles.

"What do you mean nobody leaves here...?" he said as I saw Ranbob raising his sword and was about to strike Charles.

I couldn't let this happen so I broke into a sprint as I pushed Charles out of the way. I heard Isaac scream my name as I looked to see the sword about to hit me but I was quick enough to stop him as I grabbed him by the wrist with both my hands to stop him from hitting me but he was pushing back with a greater strength.

"Are you seriously asking for a death wish Y/N?! If so then that's what you will be getting." I heard Ranbob say as I felt my right arm burn in pain as I saw five claw marks as blood started to pool out from the freshly cut skin. I yelped in pain as tears welled up in my eyes but that didn't stop me.

"N-No... But I know the real Ranbob won't do this! Wake up! Just f***ing wake up Ranbob!" I yelled at him as tears streamed down my face as I made out the shocked expression on Ranbob's face.

I quickly kicked him on the knees with my foot as he lost his balance and that gave me the chance to punch him in the jaw as he fell to the ground slightly hitting his head first. I was at this point panting and breathing too hard. I thought I was going to die.

I looked over at Charles and Isaac who were shocked and confused. Then I looked at the sword as I kicked it out of sight. Then I heard a small groan as I looked over to see Ranbob slowly sitting up as he rubbed the side of his head with his right hand.

"W-what happened? Where-" He stopped himself as he had a look of realization as he noticed the netherite sword on the side and the fresh claw marks on front arm.

"D-did I-I... What did I do...?" He said looking pretty scared.

"What do you mean 'what did I do'?! You literally killed Cletus and nearly killed-" I heard Isaac yell as I stopped him.

"Isaac stop! He was enderwalking! He wasn't in control of himself and didn't know what he was doing!" I yelled back which made him stop as he in shock.

Then I heard heavy breathing beside me to see Ranbob looking down on his knees while his hands were over on the side of his head. He looked like he was having a panic attack and this made me worried.

"No no no no no no no. Not again not again not again. Please no I can't..." I heard him whisper repeatedly as he was in tears.

I looked over at Charles and Isaac who seemed to look at him in slight pity and worry. I knelt down to Ranbob's level as I put a gentle hand on his left hand hoping it would clam him down. I then looked at the two.

"Isaac? Take Charles with you and go ahead. I will catch up to you guys later." I said and I could tell Isaac was going to protest but Charles put a hand on Isaac's shoulder as he stopped and went over leaving both me and Ranbob alone in the room.

"Ranbob? Please look at me..." I said as he was still in tears as he slowly looked up but didn't make eye contact with me. He looked so broken that it made me want to cry.

"Ranbob calm down... it's alright." I said trying to reassure him but it seemed to make him upset.

"How is this okay Y/N?! I killed one of your brother's friend and the other died trying to help you guys get out and I nearly killed Isaac and Charles in here! I hurt you and nearly killed you!" He yelled out in frustration as he broke down in tears again.

I gave him a huge hug as he wasted no time to hug me back as he buried his head in my shoulder as i could feel it getting wet due to his tears. How long has this been happening? Was this the reason he was very nervous when he met us? He was scared that he would kill us.

"It's not your fault... You weren't in control of yourself..." I said as I could feel him lift his head as he looked at me.

"How can it not be my fault when I hurt and nearly killed the one girl I loved the most!?" He exclaimed as I looked at him shocked after hearing what he said.

He... loved me...? I didn't know what to say other than blush at his words. I looked at him to see his head down as he was scared to look at me thinking I was not going to return my feelings. I understood why he might be thinking this considering the things he has done. I hugged him back as he flinched at my sudden action.

"It's okay Ranbob... I love you too. It's okay." I said and I could tell he was in shock from my response not even expecting it.

He then slowly pushed me away form the hug as he made him face me and then he slowly leaned as he connected his lips with mine, kissing me. I slowly kissed back as I used my hands to slowly move away the tears from his face.

We gradually pulled away as he gently pressed his head against mine while I had my hand on the side of his head. I hated seeing anyone sad especially Ranbob. We sat in silence as we stayed in the same position.

"Please don't leave me..." I heard him choke out as I let out a small sigh.

"I promise i won't... I will always come back to you..." I said closing my eyes as we continued to stay the way we were.

"Things will get better for you Ranbob." I finished saying.

I prayed things would get better. I know they would!

I believe in him.

I love him so much for this.

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[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader and Kyle go back to reader’s home in Philadelphia for Christmas. little does Kyle know that reader’s mother isn’t the nicest person .... “i promise you that you’re not broken”

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: angst, mentions of death / plane crash, verbal assault, fluff

— day 3 in a row ... out of (hopefully) 25 —

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part 2

***

You smile as you walk up to the front door of your childhood home. Your boyfriend's hand in yours. You hope to God that your parents and siblings will be nice to you. Maybe because Kyle is here then they might.

Christmas at home hasn't been the same since your older sister's plane crash. It's been two years but since the year after she died, your family hasn't been treating you like they used to. They've started comparing you to your sister that passed, telling you that you'll never be like she was, telling you that you'll never achieve the same success that she did in WWE.

It hasn't been the same since she died. You miss your sister. You were best friends and tag partners. She was so understanding when Kyle asked you to join the Undisputed Era and was so supportive when you had a storyline against her after you joined the Undisputed Era.

Kyle knows about some of what your family has said to you, but he doesn't know about what they've said about you and comparing you to your sister.

Speaking of Kyle, he senses you're nervous even though you have a smile on your face. He tightens his grip on your hand and he says, "Relax, Y/N. If they say something to you then I'll make sure to say something back to them. No one hurts my girl without consequences."

You look up at Kyle and say, "You're the best." You smile.

Kyle smiles down at you and pecks your lips before you knock on the door.

There is shuffling behind the door as you smooth out the front of your dark red dress and move closer to Kyle.

Your younger sister, who is thirteen years old, answers the door. "Y/N! You're here!" she says happily.

"Hey, shortie," you say, laughing. "You're not exactly short anymore, are you. You're almost as tall as me. Have you grown since I last saw you?"

She giggles and says, "It's been a little bit since you've seen me, Y/N. Come home more often." Her giggles stop and she starts to pout.

You hug your younger sister and say, "I would love to come home but I have a title to defend." You look at Kyle. He smiles at you.

Ever since your parents changed their attitude toward you, you've stayed away from Philadelphia. You've been staying with Kyle in Orlando to be close to the Performance Center and Full Sail. You haven't been back home since July and it's now December. Your sister turned thirteen in the time you've been away.

"I know," your younger sister says. "I just miss you."

You kiss the side of your sister's head and say, "I miss you too. You can always come down to Florida. I'll even buy you a plane ticket if you want to come visit. Maybe get Y/B/N to come with you since he's 18."

Your older sister was almost 30 when she died. You're 28. There's a ten year difference between you and your brother and your youngest sister is 13.

Y/S/N says, "If Mom and Dad will let me go. They've been strict since the accident and they won't even let us get on a plane."

"I'll talk to them tonight," you say. "Maybe you guys can come spend New Years with Kyle and I."

Kyle nods and says, "The boys will be there too with their girlfriends and wives but we'd love to have you come down, Y/S/N."

She smiles and says, "Yay." Your sister skips inside the house and you sigh, looking up at Kyle.

"Are you naturally that good with kids or what?" you ask.

Kyle laughs and says, "Naturally that good."

You smile and reach up, pressing a kiss to Kyle's lips. You walk into the house holding Kyle's hand.

"Mom!" you call. "I'm here!"

Your mom says, "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" You walk into the large kitchen. You're greeted with the smell of roast beef as soon as you walk into the kitchen.

Y/B/N sits at the kitchen island with Y/S/N and they're playing something on Y/B/N computer. You run up behind your brother and attack him with a hug from behind. "Hey, baby bro," you say.

"Jesus, Y/N," he gasps. "You scared me and I'm trying to win as imposter."

That's when you realize he's playing Among Us. You see his name in red. "Ooh," you giggle. "Let me in at some point tonight. I wanna kick you ass."

You, Kyle, and your siblings laugh. You mother scolds, "Y/N! Language please."

"Ass isn't a bad word, mother," you sigh. "Relax."

Kyle looks at you then looks at your mom, who says, "You know such language is not allowed in this house."

You roll your eyes and say to your brother, "I'll play after dinner, if I'm still here."

Your brother nods and you take Kyle's hand, leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. Your dad sits on the couch with wrestling on the TV.

"Hi, daddy," you smile, kissing the top of his head. "What are you watching?"

Your dad smiles and say, "Hi, pumpkin. I'm watching one of Shawn Michaels' old matches."

You sit beside your dad and Kyle sits beside you. "Nice to see you again, Mr. L/N," Kyle says.

"You too, Kyle," your dad says. "Is there a match the two of you would like to watch?"

Kyle says, "How about Randy Orton versus Drew McIntyre at Hell in a Cell? That match was amazing."

You dad says, "I agree. It's such a good match." He puts it on. "You have good taste in matches, Kyle."

He laughs and says, "Y/N and I have very similar taste in matches. We both like the matches that involve cells or weapons. Y/N likes tables."

"They're the worst to go through in real life but it's fun to watch other people go through them," you say.

Your dad laughs and says, "Your sister liked table matches too. She said the same thing. They were a pain to go through but she loved watching them."

Your mood tanks at the mention of your sister. Kyle notices this and takes your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch Drew lose his title to Randy.

It's close to twenty minutes later before your mother calls, "Dinner!"

Your dad gets up, walking to the dining room. You look up at Kyle and you say, "Whatever they say, either ignore it or just let me handle it, okay?"

Kyle says, "I'm jumping in if it looks like you need help. I'm serious."

You nod and walk into the dining room with Kyle. Your mother is serving your father dinner. A lot sits out on the large table. A plate with cut up roast beef, corn sits in a bowl, mashed potatoes right next to the corn, biscuits, green beans, and a bowl of mac n' cheese all sit on the table.

You help yourself to some mac n' cheese and say, "Dinner looks amazing, Mom."

"Thank you, Y/N," she says. Her voice is cold. Obviously she's still mad about you saying the word 'ass' in front of her.

Kyle grabs some roast beef and takes a bit. "Mhm," he hums. "This is the best roast beef I've had in a long time."

You smile and say, "Mom slow roasts it in the oven. It takes all day but so worth it." Kyle smiles and takes another bite.

Y/S/N says, "Mom, can Y/B/N and I spend New Years in Florida with Y/N and Kyle?"

Mom looks at you then at your sister before asking, "How do you plan on getting back here, Y/S/N?"

You look at your mom and say, "I can accompany them back. Kyle and I leave in two days to go back to Orlando so we can just book Y/S/N and Y/B/N seats on the same flight as Kyle and I."

"Please, Mom?" your sister pleads.

"Yeah, please?" your brother chimes in.

Your mom looks at your siblings and says, "You both know how I feel about planes. They crash."

Your sister gets a sad look on her face and you say, "It's very rare, Mom. I've flown plenty of times."

"You were supposed to be on the flight that Y/OS/N was on," your mother snaps. "You realize that, right?"

A pang of hurt hits you in the chest and you say, "I'm well aware but it's not my fault that the plane crashed, Mom."

Your mother looks at you from across the table and says, "It should've been you on that plane, Y/N. Instead it was your sister, who actually made this family proud."

Kyle says, "Woah, okay. Mrs. L/N, that's not fair on Y/N's part. She had no idea that the plane would crash."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "I make this family proud too, Mom. I've held tag titles, I currently hold the only women's singles title in NXT. I'm in a group that has made history in NXT. I've made history with Y/OS/N as longest reigning and most reigns as WWE Women's Tag Team champion."

Your mother says, "Your sister held the Raw Women's title for a record breaking 450 days. How long have you held the NXT Women's title for?"

"348 days, and counting," you spit at her. "I'm only behind her by 100 days, which I plan on breaking. Then I plan on breaking Asuka's longest reign of 510 days just to prove to you that I can do every fucking thing that Y/OS/N did!"

Your mother's eyes widen and she says, "Curse one more time in my house and you will never be allowed back in."

You stare at her and say, "Fine. Fuck you, Mom. Fuck you for ever comparing me to Y/OS/N and fuck you for never being proud of me even though I've achieved the same success as she did." You look at your siblings. "Go upstairs and pack a suitcase. I'm taking you two with me."

They nod and run upstairs. You slam your silverware down on the table and you stand up. Your mother says, "That is not how you talk to your mother, Y/N."

You cry, "You have not been my mother since my sister died. Not the way that you've been treating me."

As you walk away, you hear Kyle say, "She's grieving too. She knows that it should have been her too, and she'll carry that with her for the rest of her life. She doesn't need her mother of all people telling her that it should've been her in the plane instead of Y/OS/N. Her sister was her best friend and she lost a lot that day too."

Your sister and brother walk down the stairs and you look at them. Your sister runs to you and hugs you. Your brother hugs you too. You hug them back.

Kyle walks out into the foyer and you look up at him. He says, "Come on. I'll change our flights to tonight and we can be down in Florida by midnight. We'll buy Y/S/N and Y/B/N some clothes when we get back to Orlando."

You nod, leaving the house with Kyle and your siblings.

***

It's right after midnight when you, Kyle, and your siblings get back to the house you share with Kyle.

You moved in with Kyle about six months ago after a year or so of dating. The house is three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and two floors. You sigh as you walk in the door.

Kyle sets your siblings up in the guest bedrooms as you go and lay in your bedroom. You finally change out of the dress and get into one of Kyle's shirts. You curl into a ball and let out what you've been holding in.

Your face is in your pillow and your makeup is being cried off your face.

The door to the bedroom closes and Kyle sighs, "Your siblings are in bed and they're both all set up in their rooms."

You sit up and look at Kyle. He looks at you and his face falls. He grabs a box of tissues and you say, "I'm a mess, I'm sorry." You take a tissue and wipe your makeup stained tears away.

"You're okay," he says, sitting next to you. "It's okay to cry, Y/N. You don't have to be strong every day, especially after what you have been through."

You crawl over onto Kyle's lap and say, "I feel broken, Kyle. I have since my sister died in that plane crash. I feel like I haven't healed at all."

"Hey," Kyle says. "I promise you that you're not broken, Y/N. You're sad, you're grieving, but you're not broken."

You start to cry softly and say, "I miss her, Kyle. Why couldn't it have been me instead of her?"

Kyle says, "Don't say that. Please don't. I need you here. Your sister and your brother need you here. The WWE Universe needs you here. Adam, Roderick, and Bobby need you here. Don't let your mother tell you otherwise."

You look up at Kyle. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. You say, "I love you, Kyle. I'm so in love with you."

Kyle smiles at you and says, "I love you too, Y/N. I need you here. Selfishly, a part of me is glad you were on that plane because I don't know what I would do without you."

You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. Kyle kisses you back before he pulls back and says, "Marry me."

"Kyle," you say, meeting his eyes.

He says, "I'm serious. Marry me. You can come to my family's house in Canada for holidays, we can spend the rest of our lives doing this. I love you, and I want to start a family with you."

You don't hesitate to nod and say, "Yes. I'll marry you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and kisses you. You smile into the kiss. You smile for real for the first time in a very long time.

That smile doesn't leave your lips as you lay with Kyle in bed, cuddles up to him. He holds you in his arms and your legs are intertwined with his.

His fingers run through your hair. Your eyes are closed and he says, "I don't have a ring yet, by the way. I didn't even know that I was going to propose until I did."

You giggle and say, "We'll go ring shopping eventually. I just want to lay with you right now."

Kyle shifts a bit and gets comfortable. You smile and begin to doze off.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Kyle whispers. "I forgot to tell you at midnight."

You mumble, "Merry Christmas, Kyle."

Then you fall asleep.

[ghostofbrock]

venomous words

on a rainy afternoon in new jersey, the kids didn't have an option to go outside or not since they knew how strict their mother was on days like this and how their father would react if he saw mud tracked into the house. they'd be toast with the chancla.

so ellie played with her barbie dolls on the carpet in the living room floor with a small smile on her face, giovanni sat on the couch and watched over his baby sister while trying to look for something to watch in netflix, specifically a movie. luke and auggie were upstairs in their room playing whatever the newer generation was into. the two boys were in sweats that had crumbs on them since the boys were munching on potato chips as they played their game. their mother had just arrived from long and stressful day at work, she sat in her car for a minute or two to collect herself before entering her home where her babies and husband would be waiting for arrival. well maybe just her babies... once again.

she covered herself with her purple umbrella since it was pouring rain as she got out her car, closed the door and locked it before walking to her front porch that wrapped around the house. she closed her umbrella as soon as she was covered by the porch's roof. she grabbed her house key out of her pocket and opened her door.

"mom's home!"

she hasn't stepped foot into her home and she was already called out by her kids. luke and auggie jumped out their beds and ran downstairs as soon as they heard their older brother yell. ellie dropped her doll and skipped over to her mommy as gio stood up from the couch and walked over to her.

as sara closed the door behind her and turned around, she was attacked by hugs all over her body. from her thighs to her shoulders, her children had her trapped in a loving hug.

after she kissed them each and asked about how their day went, they went back to what they were doing before she came home. later they were expecting a home cooked meal that she always provided for them since mattia rarely cooked for them nowadays and sara didn't like having her kids eating fast food all the time either for their health. at times it was acceptable but if they didn't need to eat it then they wouldn't.

sara was now sitting at the island that was in the kitchen, she opened the bottled water she grabbed from the fridge and took a sip.

"how was work?" her oldest son's voice came from behind her. he walked from behind her to next to her and leaned against the marble island. "stressful. overwhelming. busy. i don't know how i'm gonna do it..." she rubs her temples with a groan. "don't over work yourself, ma. you got this, you always do." gio rubs his moms shoulder softly and flashed her a smile. a smile that made her feel better and made her smile.

"i know it's just that i wanna do as much as i can for this project. i've worked my ass off for years for this to finally happen and i'm so close. only a few more months of ridiculous amount of stress then i'll have my own clothing line." a weak smile formed on her lips, gio's heart swells at the sight. he knows how much his mom has been wanting this but he also knows how much she can overwork herself.

"isn't dad helping you with any of it? he said he would, right?" gio asked with his mother with hope as she took another sip of her water. "uh yeah. he is but there's certain things he can't help with." she gave her son a tight smile laced with lies.

truth is mattia hadn't even talked to sara about her huge project that she has been working on for over a year now. he thinks his wife can do it herself because of how strong she is but little did he know how weak she was getting from handling everything by herself. she was never the one to ask for help but this time she did ask for help from her husband but his answer?

"you're being dramatic"

so she never asked again and instead asked her close friends who were of course open to help with anything she needed. she knew that the kids had brought up the project while they talked to mattia recently either at dinner or something similar. and being the good father mattia is he had to lie because he knew if his kids found out their parents weren't helping each other out then they'd question why and jump to conclusions which leads to arguments and picking "sides".

"oh yeah. i've been helping her with scheduling everything and keeping the tabloids updated. she's not as stress thanks to me."

sara would just simply nod and give a small nod to the kids and glare at mattia who just rolled his eyes at her.

"like what?" gio asked. "it's personal business stuff, g. don't worry about it, okay? i'll be fine. but did your dad take you guys out for breakfast like he said he would?" she changed the subject with a smile.

gio avoided eye contact with her which she automatically meant no.

"h-he just forgot. that's all." he stuttered a bit. sara tried to remain as calm as she could. she didn't want to lash out in front of her baby and took a mental note to talk to mattia tonight about not taking the kids out for breakfast.

"you don't have to lie to me, ya know? i won't get mad at him." she sighed and gave her son a reassuring look. "when i woke up this morning he wasn't here. he sent me a text as well saying that something came up and he had to go meet up with his manager for a gig." he simply explains. "so i made breakfast for us instead and lunch too. he sent us money for post mates but i was just mad-" he stopped himself from venting to his mother about his father.

"i didn't use the money. that's all." he shrugs as sara looks at him with sympathy.

"he promised me that he'd try hard for us. to try being more involved... why would he lie?" gio claps his hands together. "sometimes work gets in the way of things, honey. trust me if he could clear his schedule for a whole week just to be with us he would, okay?" the fact that sara was defending mattia wasn't something she wanted to do.

she had to because she didn't want her son to think bad about his own father, she was trying to protect at least both of them.

after their little conversation sara made dinner while the kids were being entertained by the activities they were doing before she got home. as sara looked over at the clock, she sighed.

it was seven o' clock and mattia still wasn't home. usually he'd send his wife a text saying that he was going to be home late but when sara checked her phone she had no new messages. the kids were now sitting at the table with their mother. she sneaked a quick text to mattia before eating with her babies.

sara: are you on your way yet?

she got no response after she sent it. she called twice and still nothing. she was beyond livid at this point. first, he didn't take the kids out for the day, then he doesn't respond to her text or calls her back? this was the third time this month that this occurred. she didn't show it but she was pissed off at dinner and while she tucked this kids into bed.

"is daddy gonna tuck me in too?" ellie asked as she held onto her stuffed giraffe. "yes, baby. of course. when he gets home i'll tell him to come and give you a kiss, okay?" sara's soft voice said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear. ellie simply smiled at her mother.

"goodnight, angel. te amo." sara kisses ellie's nose. "buenas noches, mommy. te amo mas." the two giggled. once sara finishes tucking in her kids, she goes to her bathroom to take a shower. she then changed into some house shorts and one of mattia's shirts that fit her like a dress.

she went to the living room and ate ice cream as she watched good girls. without even knowing it, she fell asleep on the couch. she was woken up by someone whispering her name softly and rubbing her cheek gently with their palm.

she opened her eyes to see mattia with a smile. oh how much she wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his stupid face.

"did you make dinner?" he questions her. "yeah. we ate already so i put your plate in the fridge. now if you excuse me i'm going to bed." she was too tired to deal with him right now. she would have to be up bright and early tomorrow for meetings and such so she just didn't want to argue with her husband right now.

she got up from the couch and tried walking away but mattia reached out for her hand to stop her.

"you guys didn't wait for me? what happened to family dinners?" he asks with a pout as he held her hand. she quickly glanced at the clock on the wall for a time check.

2:34 a.m.

"i was not gonna wait till now to eat with you and neither were the kids, mattia. family dinners means that everyone has to be here at reasonable times." she sighs and glares at him. "where were you anyways, mattia? it's past midnight and you barely got home." she questions quickly and changed the subject.

"i was out. it's not a big deal, babe." he scoffs at her.

"not a big deal? if it's not a big deal then why can't you tell me where you were?" she remarked quickly and crossed her arms over her chest.

mattia gives her a look, as if she was crazy or something. all she wanted to know was where he was at, what was so hard about that?

he started walking to the kitchen, sara quickly followed him.

"sara, i've had a long day. please don't start with me right now..." he huffs as he opens the fridge and grabs his plate of cold food. "says the guy who comes home late smelling like alcohol and cigarettes." she looks at him from across the island.

"i didn't do shit! all i did was go to a bar with alejandro and alvaro after i finished my meetings. they drank but i didn't because i knew you'd react like this and treat me like some kid!" he was getting frustrated with her at this point, he showed it by banging his fist on the island. his breath reeked of alcohol so she was even more pissed off that he was lying to her about drinking.

"all i wanted to do was come home to my wife and kids. a nice home cooked meal and after the kids go to bed and we all settle down, maybe some good sex with my wife but i can't have that can't i? ever since you've gotten this attitude all you ever do is complain! you're on bitch mood twenty four seven, sara!" he was now raising his voice at her.

sara had no energy to argue with him right now. literally nothing left. she had a long day, she just wanted to sleep. she looked at him with tired eyes, she scanned his facial expression and saw the anger he always had all of a sudden now. right now she ignored it and walked away, but he didn't let her.

"where the fuck are you going?" he turned her around a little bit too rough. "to bed, mattia! i'm too tired to deal with your bullshit right now." she stated as she tried not to yell at him.

"whatever. go ahead, walk away. that's all you're good at since you can't do anything right. you definitely can't be a good wife." his words felt like knives. she felt like her heart was getting stabbed completely, over and over again.

she walked off, pretending that what he just said didn't phase her and went upstairs quietly so she wouldn't wake the kids.

little did she know, gio was hiding behind a pillar near the stairs where he heard everything.

she went to the room which she shared with her "husband" and jumped into bed. she laid in bed for a minute, thinking about what mattia said. his words repeating in her head like that one song that could never get out of your head.

"you definitely can't be a good wife."

those venomous words scared her pretty much. she couldn't believe he said that... why would he say that? was she really not a good wife? what was she doing that made her so horrible to him? was it the kisses? was it her cooking? was it her looks? was it the sex? the constant need of having him around? what was it?

whatever it was made her feel like she wasn't good enough which was not the case.

sara was always good enough.

she cried herself to sleep that night. and hours later she felt his presence next to her body, his arms wrapped around her keeping her warm but it didn't make her feel loved like it usually did. no, she had a different feeling. she felt like she was in bed with a stranger. why was she feeling this way? shouldn't she be happy that he was still willing to sleep in the same bed with her?

all the questions she thought of made her feel more insecure, not about herself but about her marriage with the man she loved so much. the last thing she wanted was to lose him, it would ruin her.

she hopes for an apology of some sort. perhaps a date to make it up, she'd be willing to forgive him. she knows he lied about not drinking, mattia could never say no to not have a beer or three with the boys. he wasn't thinking straight, she knows her husband too well.

he just didn't want to admit that he was drinking because he didn't want to feel more guilt than he was already feeling since he missed out on dinner.

so the next morning she was woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon. she went downstairs and saw gio and mattia cooking at the stove, auggie and ellie coloring on the table while luke looked sleep deprived as he walked into the kitchen with his mom.

"morning, amor." mattia walks over to her holding a plate of stacked pancakes with all the works. he bends down a bit to kiss her oh so sweetly, they both smile into the kiss. "i handled everything you needed to do today so we can all spend quality family time and to start off the day i thought of making breakfast." he hands her the plate where she takes it and sits at the table. once everyone is served the all began to eat.

"you have to cook more, pop. these smack!" auggie speaks as he licks his lips. "maybe i will." mattia laughs as he looks over at his son. "how'd you sleep, ma?" gio asked simply. the way he asked her sounded like he knew something (which he did since he heard what his father told his mom last night) but no one thought too much of it.

"good, baby." she lied with a smile. gio could tell that she was lying but he wasn't going to confront her about eavesdropping on her and mattia.

they all ate breakfast in peace and with joy. gio couldn't stop looking at his mom and dad. especially, his mom since she seemed so happy. didn't mattia's drunk words hurt her? was she really pretending that nothing happened between her and her husband? he couldn't believe she was still protecting mattia after what he told her.

"what's up with you?" luke nudges his older brother's elbow slightly. "what?" was gio's response. "you keep on staring at mom. i get that she's beautiful but it's starting to look weird now. quit it." luke let out a dry chuckle after he spoke.

gio just rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast. once the family finished eating they were told to get ready for a day out. mattia said that he'd be taking them out to the carnival since it happened to be in town.

"hey, can we talk?" mattia closed the door behind him as he walked into his bedroom. sara was sitting at her vanity deciding what necklace to wear that she had in her jewelry box.

"yeah, what's up?" she nods and turns her body to face him. he sits in the edge of their bed as she sat across from him in her spinning stool.

"first off, i want to apologize for last night. i know i should've gave you a heads up about dinner and coming home late. yes, i did drink and i didn't mean any of what i said. i was drunk and stupid. i'm sorry, mamas." he gave a look filled with guilt and he really didn't mean those things that he told her last night.

"tia... i accept your apology, okay? you just had me worried because you weren't texting or calling me back. and i just had a stressful day overall yesterday." she sighed. "i know, baby. you shouldn't be overworking yourself either. i also took the liberty of organizing all of your meetings and handling the little things for your project. i know you've wanted this for the longest time and i hate to see you so worrisome about the little things, babe. i wanted to help you." he explains which made her heart feel a certain way. only he was able to give her that feeling as crazy as it sounds.

"i really do have the best husband in the world, huh?" she giggles. "and i have the best wife ever. being all sexy and shit." he winks at her which makes her blush.

"come give me a kiss." he adds and she obeys. she gets up from her chair and straddles mattia's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. she dips her head down, he catches her lips with his own. the kiss was soft and sweet, all of their worries seemed to wash away. almost as if all their problems went away as well... boy were they in for it.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Me wanting to apologize to someone who I wronged knowing full well they do not share the same capacity to forgive that i do

24 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 13:18:44 GMT

#4

⚠️SPOOKY SHIPPERS⚠️

Consider

Skid actually being the one to develop a crush first

Skid being very much NOT oblivious to his feelings

Pump not liking anybody until several years later (demiromantic boy my beloved)

They get together around 12-13 and NOT 7-8 because shy Skid can't spit it out

Consider all the usual SS tropes being thrown out the window and

just

heehoo

25 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 13:46:54 GMT

#3

Ross in a Little Misfortune cosplay... what will he do

33 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 11:59:44 GMT

#2

43 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 14:08:08 GMT

#1

Hatzgang headcanon dump

-Roy is the youngest at 14, Ross is also 14 but older and Robert is 15

-Roy's full name is Leroy, and he goes by Roy to fit in with his boys

-Ross has ADHD and misophonia, so he's super sensitive to anything noisy at all. Rob bought him nice earbuds for whenever he needs to drown out whatever's bugging him.

-Robert has a huge crush on Ross but hides it really well. Roy can tell but he hasn't said anything to Ross.

-Ross and Robert always wear some sort of graphic tee under their clothes for whenever they get too hot, but Roy doesn't have anything on under his sweater.

-Roy loves lemon candy. Starbursts, Lemonheads, Warheads, if it's lemon-flavored he'll eat it.

-Ross kind of has a crush on Lila. Unfortunately he's rivalling his stepbrother Kevin for her.

-Artist Rob Artist Rob ARTIST ROB

-Roy lives with his mother and is neglected by her. He ends up spending the night at Ross' house most of the time, and tends to eat everything in the house when he's over.

-Robert's jacket was a gift from his dad, and he wears it around out of pride. He loves him a lot, and they have a close relationship.

-Roy's sweater has been his only decent shirt for a while. The rest of them are stained with who-knows-what or too small for him, so he's very careful with it to keep it looking nice and presentable.

-Ross plays piano in his free time. He took lessons a couple times but always got bored or stressed out over the songs, so he's mostly self-taught.

-Roy sings like an angel and none of the three of them know how this raspy gremlin child sounds so good

-Robert has perfect pitch and Roy uses him as a pitchpipe, which is kind of embarrassing but flattering nonetheless

-Ross has shoplifted a few times before, never gotten caught. He's stolen a Pokémon shirt, Reese' Cups, and a headphone jack adapter (for his keyboard, of course!)

-Roy's actually a super respectful and sweet kid. He's only a bully when it comes to younger kids.

-Robert's super strong, and has picked up and carried Roy around several times. Ross is heavier, so he can't carry him as far, but he has done it before.

-Robert's sister is Susie, who's two years older than him. This would also make him Pump's brother.

-Ross and Kevin are stepbrothers. His mother, Patty, married Rick, who is Kevin's dad, and they get along... alright.

-Roy has a little brother; the kid with the propeller hat, Joey. (not confirmed by Pelo. that's a headcanon name. don't hit me)

-Ross is the only person Robert's really felt attracted to in a long time, and Roy has cracked at least 2 jokes about him being "Rossexual". Ross, of course, does not know this because he's probably listening to Green Day.

-Roy is gay, Ross is bi, and Robert is demibi, although he doesn't know the name for it.

-They're basically inseparable and have been since the 7th grade. They're always there to help each other no matter what.

69 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 15:27:13 GMT

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Sands of Time: Part Two

Year in Review

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!OC

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mutual pining, all the fluff

A/N: reblogs are super appreciated

Time ticked by at an agonizing pace for Jade after that. The world changed, in some ways for the better, in others for the worse. She traveled because she had to. Faerie rule dictated she had to. She kept her heritage a secret because she had to.

After they became civil again, Nyra tried setting Jade up with a number of different Fae men. Jade, though she didn't have an interest in seeing anyone, humored her sister and at the very least would meet the men Nyra raved about. But her heart still yearned for Tetsuro.

Jade's latest story was that she was a part time college student, working full time at the local library. She still loved reading even after all this time. She'd only been working for a handful of weeks before the first term started. Online courses allowed her to easily complete classes for a degree she didn't need. It was more to pass time anyway. Jade insisted on taking the closing shifts, they weren't exactly the greatest shifts as they were typically slower, but she didn't mind.

The start of term brought on an increase in activity. Students of all walks came in to study, both on their own and in groups. It was on one slower day, in the middle of the week that a rather large group had come in, ten in total. They were all first years, not that it bothered Jade any, she was considered a first year in the eyes of the university as well.

They were a curious bunch with a number of subgroups making up the larger group. It was obvious rather quickly that some of the members had known each other for a long time, while others had only recently been acquainted. Regardless of the differing dynamics they all got along well and, outside of general questions, stayed out of Jade's hair.

They quickly became regulars over the term. They met three times a week, sometimes it was just two or three of them, but usually there were at least five of them who came. It was rare that all ten showed up on the same night.

By the time midterms rolled around she'd learned all of their names and how they knew each other. She caught on to some of their quirks as well. Like how Oikawa Tohru would whine to his boyfriend until he got his way which sounds annoying, and usually was, but Iwaizumi Hajime adored his boyfriend to no end even if he could be a bit harsh at times. Sawamura Daichi could be scary when he got mad but those moods were few and far between.

Kozume Kenma, a quiet boy who often had his phone or some handheld video game in his hand, had warned Jade to not mention Yaku Morisuke's height. Not that she would've without the warning seeing as he was just as tall as her when she was in Fae form.

Then there was Bokuto Kotaro, possibly one of the most energetic Humans Jade had ever come across. It wasn't uncommon for Jade to hear his voice bursting with energy when he came into the library. Akaashi Keiji had a preternatural ability to calm him however and after a couple of weeks Jade quit rushing towards the noise entirely.

The quietest of the bunch was Shimizu Kiyoko, she was also the only female in the group. She and Sugawara Koshi were exceedingly observant for Humans. Lastly, there was Kuroo Tetsuro. He didn't boast about it, but he was incredibly smart and had a knack for reading people.

Jade didn't care how it came to be that they had all come together. All she knew was that somehow, she and Kuroo were brought together again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was between her first and second term that Jade had to go home to her people. Her father was finally receiving a place on the Faery Council. It was something he'd been striving for for some time now. She stood with her siblings and mother, proud in the navy blue and sea foam green that were her family's colors. Around her were the families of other Council members, painting the floor in a splattering of colors.

The ceremony itself was routine and quick, Jade's father was given his pendant, he swore to uphold the rules of the Fae and drank from the ceremonial chalice with his fellow Council members.

Afterwards there was a banquet as well as music and dancing. Jade had humored her brother, the only son and youngest of the four siblings, and danced with him for a while before finally returning to her chair with a sheen of sweat on her brow and her heart racing in her chest. The table was vacant, not that it bothered her any, as she settled into her seat.

As much as the Human world intrigued Jade even after all of this time, it was freeing being home and surrounded by her own people again. Here where she didn't have to maintain her Humanoid form; here where she could be her true self. Even still her mind wandered to the Human boy who was probably hard at work on his summer assignments, if they weren't already completed that is.

With her mind elsewhere Jade didn't initially see her sister when she sat beside her until she cleared her throat. "Fawna, I apologize." Jade shook her head quickly to hide her embarrassment. Normally she would've seen her sister coming.

"Not necessary," Fawna grinned. "It must have been nice, whatever it was you were thinking of. You had a pleasant looking smile on your face. What were you thinking about? Or should I say: who?"

Jade gave Fawna a soft smile that was filled with guilt. "You caught me."

Fawna returned Jade's smile with one of her own. She was about a century older than Jade and did her best to understand the fixation with the Human boy. Fawna had been there to console Jade when Nyra had berated her for choosing to marry outside of their people so many years ago. "He's come into your life again, hasn't he?" The blush that colored Jade's cheeks was enough of an answer though Jade herself said nothing. Fawna held her hands out, palms up, and nodded her understanding. "What's he like this time?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jade's brother kept her company during her week-long stay. He did his best to keep her busy enough that she didn't have time to let her thoughts wonder but that didn't stop it from happening now and again. Sitting up late with her one night he was finally pulling together enough courage to say something when she spoke first.

"You probably think I'm weird too, don't you, Lark?" She asked as she turned her glass in her hands absentmindedly. "For having feelings for someone who is only here for what amounts to seconds of a Fae's life."

"Mother says you've always been intrigued by Humans." Lark shrugged after a moment. "I can't pretend to know what it is that draws you to them or what it is that keeps bringing the two of you together. Whatever it is, I know it's real, what you feel for him. I see it in the way your eyes shine when you talk about him; the way you always blush at the mention of him. You seem whole when he's around you again. But, no, I don't think you're weird, Jade."

Jade smiled across the table at her brother but said nothing. She stared at the glass in her hand, thinking. She and Lark, as the two youngest siblings, had always been the other's confidant. They told each other everything, so when she decided to integrate herself further into the Human's ways of living it had hurt both of them. She wasn't able to get away as often as she'd like since she had to keep up the life she created for herself. Lark had only visited her once since she started working at the library in the city and this was the first time she'd been home in years.

"You should come back with me," she said suddenly.

Lark gave her a dumbfounded look. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to see the city, Lark," Jade sighed, a content smile lighting her features. "Humans outdo themselves and they don't even realize it. Please, even if it's just a day or two."

He pondered the idea for a few silent moments. He had gotten lost twice the one time he'd visited her before, having gotten off at the wrong bus stop when he was looking for her apartment and then taking the wrong bus entirely when he was leaving. Despite those instances he'd enjoyed what he'd seen of the city even if it was just in panicked passing. Lark finally nodded. "After things settle down here," he decided.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kuroo Tetsuro was a wanderer when he needed a break from his studies. Jade would often see him looping the aisles of books, stopping on occasion to look at something that had caught his attention before he continued. She did her best to stay out of his way when he was doing this but there were times when the restocking had other plans and she would have to weasel past him with her cart.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, though it wouldn't surprise him if Kenma or even Sugawara were already aware, but sometimes he ventured into an aisle for no reason other than that Jade was already in it. More than once he'd heard her humming a tune he recalled his mother used to sing him when he was younger.

The first time he'd heard it, the familiarity of it alone had drawn him into the aisle. Jade had smiled politely when she spotted him coming towards her. "Looking for something?" She wondered.

"Just taking a break, Miss Meadows," he replied with a shake of his head.

To his delight, Jade had laughed, shaking her own head as she slid a book into place on the shelf in front of her before she corrected him. "It's Jade. How was your vacation?"

"Relaxing." Kuroo glanced at the books on her cart and picked one up just to keep his hands busy. "I imagine it was pretty nice not having the study group here."

Jade's nose scrunched in a grimace as she shook her head. "I like having you guys around," she defended. "It gives me something to look forward to. But I actually took a week off to go home and see my family," she explained. "Nothing fancy but it was nice to see everyone again."

"Been a while had it?"

Jade had remained quiet for a moment as she pushed her cart a few paces to continue her work before she answered. "Yeah, a few years. It's my own fault," she added with a shrug when Kuroo's eyes widened in shock. "I like the city life and they don't."

Kuroo leaned against the shelving behind him with a small sigh. "That's too bad," he decided to say.

"Everyone has their preferences." Jade shrugged again. It was something she did a lot when talking about her family. "Well, don't let me be too much of a distraction. You're here for a reason, remember?"

"Yes ma'am." Kuroo grinned when she smacked his arm with a book. He was only a few steps away when he stopped. "Actually, that tune you were humming not too long ago, what was it exactly?"

"Just something my mom used to sing us when we were little," Jade answered without turning from the shelves in front of her.

Though she hadn't seen it, Kuroo had nodded before finally retreating back to his friends.

"Took you long enough," Yaku teased when Kuroo sat beside him. "Where'd you go this time?"

"Around," Kuroo answered simply. His mind was elsewhere, the tune from his childhood replaying over and over in his head. Sometimes it was his mother's soft singing that graced his memory and others it was Jade's quiet humming.

Iwaizumi was the first to say something when he heard Kuroo humming the tune. His ears perked at the familiar piece of music before his mind played catch up and his head snapped up suddenly. "What is it?" Oikawa wondered with a frown.

Ignoring his boyfriend Iwaizumi stared hard at Kuroo. "Why are you humming that lullaby, Kuroo?"

"Hmm? What?" Kuroo turned his gaze up from the book he was taking notes from.

"The lullaby mother's sing to their kids to get them to fall asleep. Why are you suddenly humming it?"

Kuroo frowned then. "I didn't realize I was."

"I see I wasn't the only one who noticed then," Sugawara noted with a faint smile. "It is kind of odd though Kuroo."

"Did going home over break remind you of it?" Yaku pressed.

"No, I heard Jade humming it when I was walking around."

The group shared looks of confusion. It was Oikawa who spoke first, his voice a hushed whisper that only they could hear. "Why on Earth would she know that song?"

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Jimmy & Janis

Planning a romantic weekend away

Jimmy: Gracie came at me earlier. There was mistletoe up and I near fully hit the floor 😎 Jimmy: Hold fire though. She only wanted to tell me to convince you of summat. Pretty sure you already know what it is Janis: Erm...Father Christmas is really real? That her weave isn't from dead Brazilian hookers? Janis: Enlighten me or I'll tell her she's got a holiday free pass on you 😈 Jimmy: Double date. Need I say more 😡 Janis: FUCK. I DIDN'T THINK IT'D ACTUALLY HAPPEN. Janis: How far does she expect the season of goodwill to extend, like? Already got some poor cunt being a charitable home for her arse so she don't freeze Janis: Single tear. Janis: Question is, can we make it worth it enough for us to endure that shite? Hmm Jimmy: I almost got my arse to church so it wouldn't. Shoulda sucked off that priest when he asked. Too late? Jimmy: You better get me a top notch pressie, baby 😏 Janis: You know you ain't on the nice list 😉 Janis: So, Santa might be dissing but you'll be getting something extra special from me Janis: As for God, and his holly jolly perverted following, I reckon we're both shit out of 🍀 there, no matter how good our head game is, such is life Janis: Grah, I hear she does shoutouts now...want that 'influencer' clout, baby? Not double entendre my end but might be for GracieGuru 🙊😂 Jimmy: what the fuck we going to do then? No way I'm hanging with her and her latest 'boo boy' Jimmy: Even if I was getting paid, which is likely since she just loves common grounds Janis: Preaching to the choir, dickhead, ain't my idea of a good time either, or hers let's be fucking real. She just wants to dry-hump a slab of boy in front of you on the off chance that really gets you going for her Janis: You wouldn't call her brainy, bless Janis: Idk, don't worry about it, Jim. Just avoid her/the flat whites like the plague and I'll have to literally run away like I'm an angsty 12 year old so we can't be located, even with friend finder or whatever they stalk each other with Janis: Oooh! Just call me brains, we should pretend to have a romantic weekend away planned, that'll send her over the edge, that is her everything goals Janis: Like I said, I can hide from a hoe Jimmy: I knew there was a reason I kept you about Jimmy: Let's do it though. Easier to take than fake the 'gram Jimmy: Any ideas? 🤔 Jimmy: Most of my boltholes are far from yours and not very enviable for that crowd #it'sgrimupnorth Janis: Yeah, why do you tbh? Janis: Now its clear my sister has got no respect for anyone on her hunt for dick/self-esteem Janis: She's hoping its a twofer like Janis: I don't know if I can stand you for that long, darling Janis: But I SUPPOSE your the lesser of two evils here 😉 Jimmy: It's love 💕 Jimmy: Come on, it'll be a laff. I'll get the beers in Jimmy: You can try harder to beat me at darts and pool Janis: As far as the adoring fans/salty haterz are concerned Janis: and that's all that matters Janis: bitch i don't have to try! 😤 you put me off last time with ur mooning 😍 Janis: we don't need to convince the old fellas in the boozer Jimmy: Fuck off I was getting practice in! Jimmy: If you're ready to fake a break up say the word but until then, it takes a lot of work to give you the puppy dog eyes. I'm not Twix Janis: Sure you was 😂 Janis: N'awwh but you do it so well! Janis: Audition for the School play whilst ur at it, soft lad Jimmy: I do enough fake snogging without signing myself up for that bollocks Jimmy: You coming away with me then or not? Jimmy: You know your sister'll be in again nagging before shift's end Janis: Well, when you put it like that Janis: 😒 Janis: I ain't got nothing better to do, and I certainly ain't third wheeling her fake date Janis: My grandparents got a place down skerries Janis: we can crash there Jimmy: How many rooms they got? My dad's working so I'll have to bring the ramble with Jimmy: #goals I know Janis: Fucking hell, my pissing sister! She owes you more than she's spending on coffee for the hassle she's causing Janis: If you really can't, don't worry, I'll sort her. She'll be unbearable when she finds out it was all for a laugh but it was at her expense so how much of a mug can she actually make me feel? 😑 Janis: That said, there's 3 rooms, its only a caravan don't get excited but the kids would probably be buzzin', it is pretty nice down there Janis: I'll even let you have the double bed to yourself Janis: ol Janis: l Jimmy: It'll stop them nagging me about going somewhere other than the park that'll do me Jimmy: Cass talks big but she isn't even really so doable Jimmy: Don't be getting any ideas though 😍😉 my brother hasn't slept well since we moved. I'll be sharing that double like it or not Jimmy: What a way to spend my first proper time off since I started #blessed Janis: Yeah, fish and chips on the beach even tho its fucking baltic, chasing Twix will keep 'em warm, you'll earn major big brother points as well as bae ones Janis: What a mighty fine man Janis: Same here, Cass. Shh about it though Janis: Like you said, it'll be a laugh, we can make it one Janis: You'd really rather be making pinkity drinkidies or whatever the fuck they are? Jimmy: Nope. But your 1st romantic break usually is. Any talent there is in all grans playing bingo? Jimmy: Be nice to get something off the 'gram 💋 Janis: I ain't been since I was about 9 Janis: I wasn't after bitches then and I ain't now Janis: I wish you luck, 2 kids hanging on your arm and a woman back home, like Janis: Does it for some. Jimmy: I'd do some talking first to get things clear I'm not tall Tammy 😂 Jimmy: Bet you were a right cute kid, weren't you? Aww Janis: Again, have fun explaining that one, mate. I'd struggle with the concept and I'm in on it. Janis: Adorable. What happened? Jimmy: Shut up you know what you look like, mate Janis: A butch lezza? Janis: So I've been told 👍 Jimmy: That's not what they are saying anymore. Check my comments sometime. The lads are gagging for you now Janis: Goody gumdrops. Janis: I'll leave my knickers at the door, like Jimmy: You could like. I've been waiting for you to drop me as your fake bf since this whole thing started Janis: I'm not interested in any of them. Janis: Would your world be set alight by Aaron O'Reilly from form? Janis: If you wanna cop off with some of your fans don't let me stop you Jimmy: You aren't. They're not my type anymore than Aaron's yours. I'm just saying you take a crackin pic and I should know since I'm the one takin 'em. So you don't need to spout that crap. They're just jealous of how much of a butch lezza you aren't Janis: Alright. Well, you're not half bad at taking snaps, and not in the bullshit way every hoe thinks they know their angles and magic lighting these days, you're actually decent. Janis: It don't feel like crap when Janis: blah, meant to delete that, ignore it Jimmy: 🤐 Jimmy: Wanna help me with my art project while we're away then? Kill all the birds (hopefully not with my flash) Jimmy: I'll owe you again Janis: I won't even joke on you for being a swot 🤓🤞 Janis: What've you got planned? Jimmy: I haven't had any time to think yet beyond film being the medium but Jimmy: #workinprogress Jimmy: with a muse like you m'dear how could I go wrong 💕 Janis: 😜 Janis: just so you know, i ain't bringing any homework but put my name or yours, yeah? 😘 not even in art but might count for something Janis: clue me in tho, brainiac, what do the kiddos like? i'll get 'em something Jimmy: Rookie mistake mate, art's an easy A Jimmy: They'll take anything covered in sugar. Can't say I'll love you for it when they crash mid journey though Janis: Only 'cos you're good at it. With my genes I should be but I can barely draw a stickman. Janis: I'll stick with double sports, sports science and science 👌 Janis: I'll keep sweets in stock for bribery, goes without sayin'! Different pocket to Twix' fish treats, though Janis: I'll have a look down town Jimmy: 😂 did you see that article doin the rounds about the mum who bought her kid a cat's advent calendar Janis: 😂 Yes! Shame catnip don't work like on us like it does cats, that kid would be pingin' Janis: Might get meself some, like Jimmy: What gets dogs off their heads? I'll keep Twix well clear Jimmy: She's high enough on your 😍 Janis: I don't know, actually...telling them they're good bois? Janis: Works for you boo 😘 Jimmy: I prefer being called a very bad boy 😎 Janis: You clown 😂 Janis: Good to know, suppose. Dirty weekend away though it ain't Jimmy: what our fans don't know won't break their jealous hearts Jimmy: you coming in for your freebies today or shall I do a delivery your way once Grace is home? 😉 Janis: Kick it really cliche and be my sexy delivery boy Janis: Try and bring something with sausage in so I can come at you with the quality porn writing Jimmy: Live your fantasies as well as your sister's if you want, my name tag says Jonathon today Janis: Ooh, spicing it up with some roleplay like we're middle-aged okay Janis: How boring are you that you've picked a name so similar to your own...this is why we've hit a dry patch, Jimothy! Jimmy: What would you seriously pick? Janis: For you? Janis: Who's a fittie... Janis: Anthony Joshua could get it Janis: You don't want to be in the play but reckon you can stretch to that? Jimmy: Next time I lose my name tag I'll insist on that. For the bae 💕 Jimmy: About as close as I'll get I think Janis: Who do you want? Janis: I wanna know your type Janis: Bar Tall Tammy Jimmy: Your sister obviously Janis: Fuck off, not even funny Janis: If that were true, you know where she lives bitch, I ain't stopping ya, she's practically shoe-horning you in 🤢 Jimmy: I meant the fit older one 😉 Janis: Ohhh Janis: Still, do one 🖕 I'm not pretending to be my sister you freak Jimmy: That's one pretense too far. Got it 😂 Janis: Yeah, in this hypothetical you've really shit the bed, pal. Jimmy: I only half read that because #customers and thought you called me shit in bed mate Janis: well... 😏 Jimmy: I fake rocked your world Janis Cavante! 😂 Janis: you know we faked it so i didn't have to fake it 💅 Jimmy: Aaron O'Reilly's walking through the door want me to slip him your number and end this? 😝 Janis: I will murder you. Janis: also he might think your trying to set up a threeway for YOUR benefit, so if you wanna take over the gay rumours that bad, go for it 💋🍆 Jimmy: I've seen you with a pool cue I think I'm safe Jimmy: Give a shit. At least I actually am butch Janis: Psh, you're all show no grow Janis: We're arm wrestling, then you'll see Jimmy: 💪 I'll beat you at that too then, shall I? 🏆 Janis: Bring it on. I won't make you cry too hard, save face in front of the kiddos. Janis: 'Let' them kick your arse too 😜 Jimmy: Try it, baby girl 😝 Jimmy: Cass probs could no lie. Scrappy af that one Janis: Good girl 👍 Janis: Gotta keep you in check Jimmy: Doubt you'll be calling her that when she's shadowed you all weekend Jimmy: She loves you. Who knows why? Janis: I keep telling you I'm a delight Janis: Has this...how long has it been? Month, 2? Of SHEER BLISS taught you nothing Janis: Ruuuuude. Jimmy: Nope. I'm with Team Bobby. You're a gross meanie Jimmy: As all girls are 😂 Janis: Well I'm winning Bobby 'round this weekend by hook or by crook Janis: then you can please yourself, billy no mates Janis: Team Janis 💪 Jimmy: Every bro knows you can't be friends with your girl Jimmy: DUH Janis: Oh yeah, all straight couples HATE each other and that's #goals Janis: If I can't be chatting shit on you, how will I get to talk about you constantly to my gals? Janis: Singing your praises? I THINK NOT Jimmy: Speaking of, Gracie and co are back on the premise that Tall Tammy left her....something. I wasn't listening. Should I break the news we won't be here for date night or do you want to do the honors Janis: Dignity? That's long gone, honey. Janis: Ooh, lemme do it, you're coming round with the sausage anyway Janis: We can do it together baby Jimmy: awhhh Jimmy: I've hidden the mistletoe but she can see the top of the highest counters!! I'm on borrowed time what do I do? Janis: Headbutt her in the teeth Janis: 'Accidentally' Janis: Can't help being a normal-sized human Jimmy: #customerservice Jimmy: then recommend her our chewy cookies 😂 Janis: You can see why I'm not trying to be your work wifey too, yeah? 😂 Janis: If you can convince any of those girls to break their diet, I'll be impressed Janis: Don't count if they go vom in the bogs after tho Jimmy: Gracie might be on her way already. One of her posse asked what you were getting me for Christmas and I didn't hold back Janis: Oh no, am I about to get slut-shamed? 😲 Janis: Or, heaven forfend, tips Janis: I will die Jimmy: Damn I didn't think of that. Sorry Janis: Its cool Janis: She's all mouth anyway, not in a beneficial to the cause way Janis: Be interesting hearing what she thinks you want, keep ya posted lol Jimmy: 🙌 Can't wait Janis: that's what you're meant to say about my present! Jimmy: I did, swear 🤞 Janis: what do you actually want Jimmy: Don't worry about it Janis: Oh, is it? If I'm not fucking your brains out you're not interested Janis: Fine then, save my reddies. 👍 Jimmy: That's what I was thinking. Stage a break up before 🎄 for max drama and min spends Janis: Cool. If you wanna. Janis: Just don't tell everyone you chucked me 'cos I wouldn't give it up. Already a frigit. Janis: What's the story then? Jimmy: Obviously not. We've been hooking up for ages got to keep it #goals Jimmy: I don't know haven't thought that far ahead it just makes sense to get out before gifting Janis: Yeah. Fair. Janis: Think on and let me know Jimmy: You too. We can brainstorm at the weekend. Nothing but time then Jimmy: Can't break up right after the break though Janis: Would look sus, yeah. Janis: Maybe I'll whup you one too many times, your fragile male ego can't hack it, eh? Jimmy: Grace'd be smug 😩 Jimmy: Can't even fake that, babe Jimmy: Nobody'd believe the story Janis: She's gonna be regardless Janis: I got the shitty end of the stick here like but ain't nowt we can do about it now Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: No we're goals we just burned too bright that's all 😂 Jimmy: You've got way more time served with me than she does any of her boos she doesn't win Janis: Mhmm. Calm down, Icarus. Sure you'll be comparing some other bint on a balcony to the sun in no time. 😘 Janis: Suppose so. Least hers are real, if not short-lived, and, well, shit. Janis: She won't know the difference anyway Jimmy: There's nobody like you 💕 Jimmy: Exactly I'm not going to tell her we weren't real Janis: Bullshit 💕 Janis: True enough, I'll take it. Jimmy: Shit gotta go the boss is back Jimmy: Love you 💕 Janis: Love you too, Jonathon 💕