#have you ever watched both of your siblings crash out but been like no I'm going to finish dinner actually

[jonathanbyersphd]

Ok obviously we don't know if Will left too, but they idea of WillEl both having teen tantrums and leaving the table and Jonathan staying behind and eating all the risotto is SENDING me

[feyascorner]

before my nails dig

summary. in which one of Astarion's especially vivid nightmares results in him waking up to Tav at the mercy of his own hands...and the shame that comes with it.

warnings. angst, fluff, comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!reader

a/n. someone pls get this man therapy that's all i ask,,, also this takes place sometime during act 3 before you confront cazador!! first post too so pls forgive typos

Had breathing always been this hard?

It's not like he had to breathe anyway. The undead have more perks than one would think, and having no need for air was one that became particularly useful in unexpected ways. Yet as he stands in Cazador's dungeon again--a place he longs to rid from the darkest corners of his mind--all he can do is stumble over his own breath, crimson eyes darting around frantically in search of an exit.

And suddenly, his siblings are at the mercy of the ascension, floating helplessly in the chains of a red aura--Cazador's aura. Despite the chaos, Astarion's eyes narrow in on the one pedestal with no occupant, and he realizes it's his own designated place.

It's getting harder to breathe now.

A breath creeps up behind his shoulder, sending pure dread throughout his entire body as he hears Cazador's voice far too close than he ever wanted it to be.

"Wake up, child. This is all you've ever been meant for."

Astarion whips around and lunges at the man, his hands wrapping viciously around the throat he's fantasized about ripping apart for the past two hundred years. His nails dig into the flesh of the vampire lord's neck, leaving indents in the shape of crescent moons, just enough to cause panic but not enough to draw blood. But Cazador only cackles, his eyes staring right into Astarion's as he hollers over and over again.

"Wake up."

"Wake up!"

"--Astarion!"

The spawn's eyes snap open, recognition finally flooding his expression as he finds himself staring down at you. The very face he sees in the softest of dreams, the lips he longs to kiss at every waking moment, and the eyes that gaze at him with the love and adoration he's been missing for most of his wretched eternal life. Though he'd never admit it, you saved him. From the moment he'd threatened your life at the nautiloid crash to the moment he held you close to his chest in the confines of his tent, he would be by your side until you tired of him and threw him away.

All he wanted--all he could wish for--was only a fraction of it in return. And you'd given him that, and so much more.

But now, you're scared. Terrified, even. Of him.

With horror, he realizes his fingers are digging into your throat. Your precious, tender throat that you offer him not for something in return, but simply because you care for him.

All at once as he tears his hands away, he wants to cut them off and bury himself in his own grave again. He doesn't meet your eyes, afraid of what disgust might be held in them, but he knows you're too kind for that. Too kind to see the kind of monster he is.

You're gasping for your breath, and his stomach knots in a way that would have sent him hurling if it weren't for the fact that he's too occupied drinking in what he's done. To you.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, Astarion," you choke out, perching on both your elbows as you struggle to recover. Even now, all you seem to care about is him. He almost hates you for it--hates you for not stabbing a stake through his heart the moment his hands met your neck. "Astarion-"

"Your throat," he croaks, despising the slight crack of his voice as he reaches for your cheek, but stops before he even gets close. He doesn't trust himself to open his mouth again.

"It's okay, really, I can just get Shadowheart to heal me," you shake your head, and he finds himself in disbelief as you crawl toward him, tossing the sheets to the side. He shifts the slightest away and you understand, immediately sitting back down. You look like you want to say something, but you close your mouth and watch him patiently, as if waiting for him to make the first move.

After a suffocating silence, he turns his back to you. "I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight."

He intends of never sharing a room with you again, in fear of what he could possibly do to you as a result of his selfish desires to keep you close, and you seem to pick up on the tone of his words. You always do. "Astarion, please."

"I do apologize, sincerely. I'll form a better apology tomorrow, but for now, I'll fetch Shadowheart or that damned wizard and-"

He fights the urge to shiver when he feels your hand on his. How you manage to have such an impact on him with a simple touch he does not know, and does not care because all he wants is more. To pull you close, to beg you to keep him, to use him, to punch him, strangle him for all he cared, in hopes you'll even consider ever speaking to him again. Instead, he turns to look at you.

Gods, you're beautiful.

Even with those terrible bruises he'd go to hell and earth to take back, your beauty in unmatched with anything he's ever seen. Even with the bed hair and the anxiousness pursing your lips, he can't bring himself to look away again.

"Please stay. I'm not mad, nor afraid."

The words sound like honey on your tongue.

"Please," You say again, slowly this time. "Stay."

His chest feels tight, threatening to tear itself apart as his voice comes out in a crooked whisper. "I could have killed you."

"You didn't."

"If you died too, I don't know--what would I even do with myself? What would I-" He hates it when he sounds like this. Vulnerable, or as Cazador liked to call it: pathetic. But he can't help the words tumbling out his blasted mouth with the way you're gazing at him with nothing but worry. Somehow, with you, it feels strange.

Refreshing, almost.

Your hand squeezes around his as if to remind him you're still here. He meets your eyes again and it's all it takes to break what little will he has left, as he lets you pull him close in a crushing hug--one that's all too welcomed.

And as the two of you lie awake in each other's embrace, he thanks all the gods he doesn't worship for putting you on his path.

[youngsadlesbian]

PROTECTIVE SISTER

pairing: yelena belova x sister!reader

summary: yelena catches you in an intimate situation with your girlfriend — whom she didn’t know existed.

a/n: i'm so obsessed with stories of yelena being the protective and cutie older sister, so i decided to join the crew.

word count: 1,3k

warnings: fluff & protective big sis.

Being Yelena Belova’s younger sister came with a lot of perks: a badass big sister who could take down anyone in a fight, someone who could train you in self-defense (even though you hated it), and, of course, a lifetime of protection—whether you wanted it or not. Yelena was everything you’d ever wanted in a sibling: fierce, protective, and, at times, downright embarrassing. And there was one thing she was especially protective about—your love life.

At sixteen, you had just started dating someone seriously for the first time. Of course, you hadn’t exactly told Yelena yet, because you knew exactly how she would react. She had always been overprotective, and despite your assurances that you were old enough to handle things, she just couldn’t see you as anything but her little sister.

So, you kept things quiet for a while. You figured you’d ease her into the idea. But, as with most things in life, it didn’t go exactly as planned.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and you had invited your girlfriend over to hang out while Yelena was out on a mission. You figured it was a safe bet—after all, Yelena was always gone for days at a time. You were pretty sure you had the whole day to yourselves.

You and your girlfriend, Emma, were sprawled out on the couch in the living room, watching some Netflix, your legs tangled together as you exchanged shy smiles and quiet giggles. Things were going smoothly, and as you leaned in for a kiss, you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly. Everything was perfect.

And then—bam!

The front door swung open with a loud crash, and you both jumped apart like you’d been electrocuted. Yelena stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, and you swore you could see steam coming out of her ears.

“What the hell is going on here?” she barked, her Russian accent thick with fury.

You froze, your heart pounding. “Yelena, I—”

Before you could even finish, Yelena stormed into the room, her eyes darting between you and Emma. "Are you—kissing—in my house?!" Her voice was incredulous, as if the idea of you having a relationship was utterly incomprehensible.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” you started, but she cut you off again.

“You’re sixteen!” Yelena nearly shouted, her arms flailing in the air as she paced back and forth. “You’re too young to be—” She waved her hands dramatically. “—doing this!”

Emma looked like she was about to melt into the couch from sheer embarrassment, and you could feel your own face turning bright red. “Yelena, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Yelena interrupted, her voice going up another octave. “I walk into my house and find my little sister making out with someone, and you think it’s not a big deal? Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“Dangerous?!” You blinked in confusion. “Yelena, it’s just Emma.”

“Yes, Emma,” Yelena said, pointing accusingly at your girlfriend, who now looked like she regretted ever stepping foot into your house. “Do you know how easy it would be for someone to use this—this relationship—against you? They could be spying on us, manipulating you—”

“Yelena!” you snapped, finally standing up. “Emma’s not a spy. She’s not trying to manipulate me. She’s just my girlfriend.”

Emma looked like she wanted to shrink into the couch even further, clearly terrified of the very intense Russian assassin now towering over her.

Yelena blinked, clearly still processing. “Girlfriend?” She said the word like it was foreign to her.

You took a deep breath. “Yes. Girlfriend.”

For a moment, Yelena just stared at the two of you, her expression unreadable. And then, without warning, she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room. “I need a drink,” she muttered under her breath.

You and Emma exchanged nervous glances, and you quickly followed Yelena into the kitchen. “Yelena, come on, it’s not that bad—”

“It’s not that bad?” Yelena shot you a look as she poured herself a glass of water. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in and see your little sister—your baby sister—kissing someone?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a baby anymore, Yelena. I’m sixteen.”

“To me, you are still too young for this,” she insisted, taking a sip of her water like it was vodka.

“Yelena, I’m not a child,” you argued, crossing your arms. “And besides, Emma’s really sweet. You’d like her if you got to know her.”

Yelena gave you a skeptical look. “I don’t need to ‘get to know her’ to know that she is distracting you from your training and your studies.”

“Oh my God, not everything is about training,” you groaned.

“For you, it should be!” Yelena shot back, her voice rising again. “You need to be prepared for anything, and being distracted by some girl—”

“She’s not some girl!” you snapped, finally losing your patience. “She’s my girlfriend, and I care about her, okay?”

Yelena stared at you for a long moment, her expression softening just a little. “You care about her?” she asked, her voice a little quieter now.

“Yes, I do,” you said, standing your ground. “And I know you’re just trying to protect me, but you can’t control every part of my life. I need to make my own choices.”

For a moment, Yelena didn’t say anything. Then, finally, she let out a long sigh. “I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You softened, stepping closer to her. “I know, Yelena. But I’m going to be okay. I promise.”

Yelena looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and concern. Finally, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Fine. But if she breaks your heart, I’m breaking her legs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Deal.”

Later that evening, after Yelena had calmed down (and Emma had survived her interrogation), the three of you sat down for a slightly awkward but surprisingly pleasant dinner. Yelena kept a watchful eye on Emma the entire time, but she at least managed to hold back from making any more threats.

By the end of the night, Emma had to leave, but she gave you a quick hug before heading out the door. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling back. “Thanks for coming over… despite everything.”

Emma giggled. “It was definitely… an experience.”

After she left, you turned back to Yelena, who was watching you with a raised eyebrow. “You really like her, huh?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, feeling a little shy. “I do.”

Yelena nodded, her expression softening again. “Okay. Just… take it slow, alright?”

You smiled. “I will.”

A few days after the whole “Yelena-walking-in-on-you-kissing-Emma” incident, you were sitting in the living room, scrolling through your phone, when Natasha walked in.

She glanced at you, then sat down on the couch next to you. “So, I hear you have a girlfriend,” she said casually.

You looked up, surprised. “Uh, yeah. Yelena told you?”

Natasha smirked. “Of course she did. She’s very… protective.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s an understatement.”

Natasha chuckled. “Well, I just wanted to say… I’m happy for you. But, you know…” She leaned in a little, her smirk widening. “If she ever does anything to hurt you, I can make sure she never sees daylight again.”

You stared at her, wide-eyed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Natasha just smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You and Yelena are way too much alike.”

Natasha grinned, leaning back on the couch. “That’s what sisters are for.”

And in that moment, you realized that while having two overly protective sisters could be a little overwhelming at times, it was also one of the best things in the world.

[nothomegal]

“The little owl family” (Part 2)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond. Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: Mikey being a bit obsessive(?).

Word Count: 2.8k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

It's been around a week since the siblings visited the house where the Myers family ones lived. To be honest the visit was kinda forgotten after a couple of days since they had other things to worry about; (Y/N) focused on their work and (S/N) on school and other duties a 6 y/o would worry about, as well on the owl family! Who happily accepted the extra meat the've been leaving around their backyard, they're also pretty sure that some of their babies already hatched!

However, their rather peaceful and carefree life was about to get on a bumpy ride when a certain dark massive figure was able to track them down...

. . .

—"(Y/N), can I ask you somethig?"— your sister asks from the doorway to your room, shifting from foot to foot and holding a dinosaur plushie.

—"Sure."— you say as you pause whatever work you've been doing on your computer and turn towards her. —"What is it songbird?"—

—"How does it feel like being watched?"— she asks.

(Y/N) leans back on their chair with a thoughtful hum.

—"I'm not sure, I never felt it. Though people say it feels like being exposed, no matter how hard you try to hide."— you try to explain.

—"Oh... Like being naked?"—

—"Yeah, kinda. I guess."— you scratch your cheek a bit. —"Why the question though?"—

The girls shrugs with a slightly awkward expression.

—"In scary movies people always talk about it and I got curious. And because Terry won't stop saying dumb stuff, like the Boogeyman is going to come and steal you..."— she admits, her voice sad and quieter at the last statement.

The older sibling blinks a couple of times.

—"Steal ME?"— your eyes wide a bit when she nods. —"Pff! If the Boogeyman doesn't have a pack of oreos and a new drawing tablet as a bait, I'm not going anywhere."— you joke, trying to soothe her.

But the girl just frowns more and out of nowhere runns towards them and hugs them tightly, barely holding back a sob.

—"It's- It's just- "— she hiccups a bit. —"I sometimes have nightmares where you disappear, just like mom and dad. I'm- I'm scared it will become true someday!"— she sobs into your shoulder.

(Y/N) frowns at her words, their heart shrinking inside of the ribcage with every sob that left their sister's mouth. They hug her tightly back and begin to softly caress her hair whilst speaking.

—"Hey, hey it's okay. No one will ever take me away from you. I fought to keep us together ones and I will do it again if necessary."— you say, your voice calm.

—"B-But one thing is arguing with old ugly people and the other one is fighting a monster!"— she sobs harder.

(Y/N) falls silent for a moment, thinking about how to calm down their sister. Eventually they come up with an idea. They gently grip her shoulders and push her back so they both can make eye contact.

—"I don't get it, who are you?"— you suddenly ask.

—"H-Huh?"—

—"I asked who are you? Where is my little (S/N)? The (S/N) who's so bold and brave, the one who promised to protect me and scare the Boogeyman away by stomping on his toes and slapping his elbows, where is that (S/N)?"—

The little girl blinks a couple of times, both surprised and thoughtful about (Y/N)'s words. Eventually her expression changes into a shyer one.

—"Uh... She is he-here. But- But- "—

—"Don't tell me you are going to allow some boy and silly dreams scare and hurt you. Do you remember that one movie with the 'hat-man'?"— you ask and recieve a nod. —"And how did the main character defeat him?"—

—"She... She stopped being afraid of him."—

—"Exactly! The Boogeyman is the same, a creature that feeds on fears. If you aren't afraid of it, it won't be able to do a damn."— you give her shoulders a gentle squeeze. —"Come on sis, we visited the house the monster supposedly lives, you had a smile when we got closer and you were brave enough to calm me down. Can't you see how absolutely amazing you are and how intimidated the monster must be of you and your amazing art skills?!"—

—"Yeah... Yeah! You're right! Who does this Boogeyman thinks he is to scare me?!"— she exclaims, gaze and tone determined.

—"Yes! Screw it! If any monster tries to come for us then we'll work together to scare it away! Just like we did with the 'attic ghost'."—

They both giggle at the mentioned 'attic ghost', who resulted to be a racoon that somehow snuck in there a couple of month ago.

—"But make sure to throw the plunger at the monster and not me."— you pinch her cheek while pouting a bit.

—"Hehehe sorry."— she grins, clearly not sorry.

They talk a bit more, and ones (S/N) was completely calm her sibling finally notices the time.

—"Holy cow on a bicycle, it's long past midnight. You were suppoes to be asleep missy."— you say while standing up. —"Come on, let's put you to sleep, you have school tomorrow after all."—

—"Will you read me the new story today?"— she looks up at you with hopefull eyes.

—"Not yet sweetheart, I still need to finish the last pages, or you want to leave the mystery as a cliffhanger?"— you ask with a teasing smile.

—"No! No cliffhangers, they suck!"— she huffs.

—"Yeah, agree. Just wait a bit more, okay? I'm sure I'll finish it due Halloween."—

—"Oki hehe, can't wait to learn what will happen with the birdies this time!"—

The mentioned tale has no name, it's just a little pile of stories (Y/N) and (S/N) created by accident a while ago. It started as a random drabble when the girl asked 'how would we look as owls?' and that's when it began. Both owl characters, that resembled the siblings but with some subtle changes, living the wildest anventures a kid's brain could formulate, from time travel to having a sword fight with skeletons, and despite the ridiculous plots, the stories were a lot of fun to write, draw and tell, specially before sleep.

And tonight wasn't a complete exception, sure it wasn't the story (S/N) hoped to read but an already written one, it still was a lot of fun though!

Ones the story telling session finished and (S/N) was sleeping soundly, (Y/N) decided that it's time for them to go to bed as well.

They started to do their night routine of cleaning around a bit, but something made them pause when they reached the first floor to turn the lights off. They stopped in their tracks with their gaze glued to the back door, specifically... What was in front of it. It looked like piece of paper, one that been uncrumpled.

With furrowed brows and an uneasy feeling in their stomach (Y/N) makes their way towards it, trying to convince themselves that maybe (S/N) left it there it while playing. But their blood goes icy cold when they see what is on the paper...

A orange spinosaurus with a witch hat and a magic wand.

The older sibling grips the paper tightly as they frantically look around, as if trying to find the responsible of this nonsense, yet they saw or found nothing, or maybe they were unaware of it... Of him.

At some point durning their frenzy, (Y/N) stops in front of the window and simply stares into the pitch black backyard. The owls were unnaturally quiet, no casual 'hoo' or the father flying out to get food, no, there was no sound from them at all.

Giving one last glare into the darkness, (Y/N) decides to take their uneasy feeling and the bird's silence as a warning. With a huff they close the curtains and go toward other windows to do the same, they have no idea if there is an actual threat out there but they will do anything to protect their home anyways, even if that means going full paranoia mode.

Their actions didn't went unnoticed of course, as the being (S/N) was so scared of at first was standing there, in the darkness, this whole time. His head slightly tilted as he observed the older sibling go through another frenzy.

Usually, these kind of response to his stalking would amuse him, seeing the sheer panic in the victim's eyes as they stare into the darkness, desperate to find him and coming out unsuccessful despite him being right under their nose the entire time.

With (Y/N) however... It's different. The look they sent into the darkness wasn't just a simple look of uneasiness or distrust, it was a warning. A warning to fight back and kill whatever or whoever dares to disturb them, to disturb their family, their little sister... When his eyes met theirs his breath hitched, he never saw such cold and murderous yet dangerously determined glare on him, not the one (Y/N) had.

He wasn't even aware of the adrenaline that spiked inside of him, his heart beating hard as his chest rised ad fell with each heavy breath, creating small clouds in the chilly October air. He didn't even realize how much that look affected him, how much he desired to feel it on him again, how obsessed he was with their eyes...

The only thing that bugs him is that (Y/N) is most likely not even aware who they just glared at. The especulations of their reaction when they finally uncover the truth make his mind go wild, wondering what kind of look they'll send him, what kind of measures they'll take to protect their own little 'boo' from him, even though...

He didn't even feel the need, or want, to hurt the little one... Or them.

. . .

—"(S/N)! Watch out!"—

—"Woah!- "—

It was one more day in Haddonfiel elementary school, it was currently recess time and the little girl was playing outside with some friends.

—"You almost got hit again, are you okay?"— a friend asks.

The little girl bites her lip.

—"I don't know... I'm super worried about (Y/N), since last week they've been weird. They try to act normal when I'm around, but... When they think I'm not looking I noticed how serious and scared they seem to be, always looking through the windows and even checking the locks almost five times a day!"—

—"Oh wow..."—

—"Yeah... I don't know why they started to act like that! J-Just last week everything was fine and then boom! They're different!"— she says with concern and a bit of frustration.

—"Maybe (Y/N) got snatched by the Boogeyman and got replaced by a doppelganger?"— Terry says, being right behind her, and suddenly grabs her shoulders.

—"Aaah! No! Shut up Terry!"— she exclaims angrily as she slaps his hands away. —"And no one snatched them away! They're just going through a lot of stress!"—

—"That's what the doppelganger wants you to believe! Bet the Boogeyman had already ate the real (Y/N), and soon he's doing to come and eat you~."— the boy says with a sweet yet mischievous tone.

(S/N) grits her teeth both annoyed and angry at her classmate's attempts to scare her. When the ball bumps into her leg she grabs it and with no hesitation throws it at Terry, purposely aiming at his face.

Miraculosly, the boy dodged the ball last second and with a loud goblin-like laugh he runs away, pleased that he got a reaction from the little girl.

—"Hey! The ball-! "—

—"I'll go get it..."— she mumbles, still a bit frustrated and disappointed that it didn't hit the boy.

The ball went quite far despite being thrown by a 6 y/o. The girl rushed towards the direction where the ball went flying, which was the furthest part of the school playfround, slowing down at the end when she realized the ball wasn´t near the fence.

With a more concerned look she takes one or two steps forward, being just 4 feet away from the fence. Her gaze is focused outside of it in hopes that the ball ended up not too far and she could simply reach it. She suddenly stops when noticed some weird tree trunks at the other side... Huh, she's pretty sure a tree trunk is brown and not dark blue, or wears shoes...?

She begins to slowly drag her gaze up and then realizes that the blue 'tree trunk' is not even a tree, but a person, no, a giant!... Wait, he got the ball! (S/N) was about to innocently step closer and ask for the toy but froze in place when she saw the giant's face, a terrifying emotionless mask that made his eyes appear black, like two endless voids staring into her little innocent soul.

The massive stranger then slowly extends his arm, just enough so his hand goes through the bars, silently allowing the little girl retrieve the object.

The girl swallows loudly as she gives quick glances at the ball, which looked so small in the stranger's big hand, and then at his uncanny masked face. Technically it should be safe to take it, the man's hand is barely going through the metal bars of the fence, all she has to do is yoink the toy out of his grasp and run away.

It should be quick, it should be easy!... Yet her body refused to move...

The giant slowly tilts his head, as if silently asking what's wrong and why she's not taking the object back.

Durning this little staring contest, the world around goes completely silent, which made the already tense and eerie atmosphere turn even more bizarre. The girl starts to remember all these talks of 'stranger danger' (Y/N) would give her, and the advice that stick out the most kept resonating in her mind over and over...

"It's okay to judge at times..."

"...for a reason first impressions are a thing."

"Remember songbird...

"...if someone gives you the heebeegeebees, forget politeness..."

"...and get away from them."

And they're right... This giant is giving her the heebeegeebees!

Releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding in all this time, the girl throws one final glance at the man, her innocent eyes expressing fear and distrust as she turns on her heel and runs away like a spooked kitten, completely forgetting about the ball she was supposed to retrieve.

His head straightened as he watches the girl run away, frantically pointing towards his direction when her friends tried to ask what happened but, of course, he was long gone when they looked.

After this little interaction, he was left with a weird yet unpleasant feeling. The way the little girl looked at him made something inside of his chest squeeze, the same feeling he got as a kid when he accidentally made Angel cry for the first time... Is this what guilt and shame feels like?... He can't tell.

He probably shouldn't have revealed himself like this, so out of the blue. But today he was feeling particulary gloomy, and after observing the two siblings for nearly two week he couldn't help but notice how the little one behaved; so carefree, so curious and enthusiastic about nearly everything, so mischievous yet sweet towards her older sibling, worrying about them, caring for them... It reminded him of 'boo' so much.

Is this really how things would've turn out between him and Angel if they grew up together? If he just could've made the things right that night and prove that he can be a good big brother? He'll never know, not when Angel is somewhere else now, hiding from him, not for long though, he will find her eventually and try again... But for now, all he can do is stay hidden and observe, observe the siblings interact and fantasize that one day him and his sister will share the same strong bond...

One day...

. . .

The bell rang, meaning that the final class finished and the kids were free to go home.

(Y/N) is standing outside the school, near the gates where all students were about to come out. They were calmply waiting for their sister to appear, already changing their moody and tired expression for a softer and brighter one so the little girl doesn't worry.

But their happy mask falls off completely when they see their sister exit through the gates. Her eyes and nose had a reddish tone as if she've cried not too long ago, her face was also pale, pale and filled with fear as if she just seen a ghost.

(Y/N) has no time to even formulate a sentence in their mind when their sister suddenly rushed into their arms and let out a muffed sob, one that she've been probably holding back for a while.

Panicked and concerned (Y/N) kneels in front of the girl and gently take one hand into theirs while the other one is wiping the tears sliding down her cheek.

—"(S/N)? My goodness, songbird. What happened?"— you ask, doing your best to keep your tone calm.

The girl hiccups a bit, letting the last couple of sobs out and eventially collecting herself enough to speak.

—"(Y/N)..."— she says in a shaky and tiny voice. —"I think... I-..."—

—"I think I saw the Boogeyman."—

[bnhxx]

Coming out of my shell to say that I'm petitioning to be Leon's annoying little sister

Some platonic sibling hcs under the cut!!

Warnings: Platonic! Au, a little bit of sibling violence and A LOT of sibling banter, mentions of ptsd, drinking and alcoholism and events in RE2 and RE4

It's always I want him to rail me! I want his babies! And I can respect that I can I can but...have you ever considered being his annoying little baby sibling that adopts him as your new family member 😇

Like yeah nah bro I wanna annoy him and tease him for having no rizz AT ALL and just all around annoy tf outta him 😤

Like he's an orphan but not AnYmOrE, scooping this traumatised boy up and making him WISH he never met you but also is weirdly protective you who "adopted" him as their "sibling", and now won't stop saying "point and laugh!" out loud everytime he does smth stupid in the middle of the office when hes back from a mission.

Like, please he just needs an annoying little sibling in his life, I know I can't fix him but by God can I be the annoying little sister he so desperately needs in his life

Like....I KNOW his heels have never known the wrath of MY FEET clipping his shoes up when he's walking too slow but he NEEDS to 😭😭😭 I need to post this and find my PEOPLE

Also I feel like being a sibling vibe you'd have tagged along as a civilian in RE2, also not knowing what the fuck was going on but hey, you're in this fucked up shit together now ig. 🤷‍♀️ And you have some family/friends out of state so after the event you take him to chill at a beach or smth w your family/friends bc you're both well deserving of a fucking break while this ptsd hits the both of you

n everyone talks about how fucking awkward he was w Sherry in game but ayo hes REALLY feeling it now...

Like you're joking when you're like "it's like you've never been to one of these Leon 🤨"

N he just looks at you like "Yeah I haven't 😐"

AND YOU KAHSJEVDHEKEHEJE

"You're like 😶....bro....you have now been absorbed.....as my older brother"

And he's like 🧐🧐🧐 at first bc what??? How do I interact w these ppl??? Why me???? but ofc they love him, he's RE2 Leon and although he's super fucking traumatised and still awkward asf he just wants to make a good impression on his friends' close ones

Also he's like sitting there like damn,,,,,I wish I had that 😔

So you're like wELP noW yoU dO 🤪

And of course they're super grateful to him bc he saved you so they treat him nicely but he kinda gets that a lot so he's just like 🧍

So after you tell them hes now your older brother you've deemed it so 🤗 they just start to treat him like that and he just, doesn't know what to do??? Do I salute them, (y/n)???

Do it make him salute them for at least three weeks until you tell him absolutely no one does that and he was stupid for ever believing you 😈

Tbh I feel like this would work for the first couple of times until he mentions it at work in passing n everyone's like 🤨,,,,so then the next time he sees you he just has that pissed off older sibling face and he's coming for you so you better have ran like you did in Raccoon City kahsjehs 🏃‍♀️💨

But yeah after a while you guys stay in touch, he's training and drowning his pain with alcohol and you're trying to get him into more healthier ways of dealing w his pain as well as laughing at him kshsjdhsjs

your just sort of there to support him even when he's pushing you away bc no idiot I will not leave you alone when you're training I will watch and I will LAUGH when you fall. But I will also cheer you on when you win and give you my favourite hello kitty bandaid if you ever get hurt 🥰

And he's super grateful?? Bc your like this stable sort of annoying person who's there for him no matter what.

Like he knows he can come to yours to crash if he's had one too many drinks to holds his hair when he's puking his guts out hungover.

Yes you are there in the morning to laugh and yell at him for being stupid but he also saw the glass of water you left on the couch next to the ibuprofen and chuck bucket for him. And the little blankets and they you always seem to have waiting on him when he arrives

Yes you will be there to do it all over again if he comes walking to your place after he's drunk again.

And Yes, you will also be there to show him all the dumb photos you took of him drunk on your Kodak once they get developed and cackle in his face 😈

He like actually learns to take a load off with you and relax a little bc you have a bond and you weren't just saying that when you took his ass on holiday, you really meant you'd be there for him and it means a lot to him bc he's never really had that stability in his life before 😔

Also bc the trauma bonding you just get him ✨️ like you can both relate to the horrors you saw and what you unknowingly found out about Umbrella.

Like maybe you work w him in the field or just as an archivist or smth but you're helping him w this cause too, dealing w the same or similar shit he's been dragged into so ofc you guys form a bond w each other.

And so by the time RE4 rolls around imagine you're like talking him through his mission on the radio n he's soo serious around Ashley and Luis so you can't help it you burst out laughing bc he's so stiff, and he's like THIS is a LIFE and DEATH siTuAtiOn now do your fUcKiNg jOb SeNd me tHe coOrDiNatEs

And you're like okay okay grumpy pants 😈 I'll give you the coordinates but you have to say pwetty pwease w a cherry on top for me 🥰

If it were anyone else he'd turn the radio off and find it himself but bc he does care for you, and you're like the only stable platonic thing he's had in ages he's like cursing and swearing until he FINALLY caves in and does it

So you give him the coordinates and just as he's about to go back to almost dying your like "I got that recorded fyi" and he's just 😤😤😤 at Luis for no real reason other than his 'little shit of an adopted sibling' kwhsjshdhd

But also imagine randomly calling him constantly bc you're really worried for him bc this time your not there with him and it scares you

And he's like, I'm not dying here bc who else is gonna put up w your shithead behaviour??? n you're just like, 'aww Leon!! 🥺🥺'

So hes like 'yeah so stfu and let me do my mission 😤' but you swear you can hear the smile in his voice through the radio

OR if you're there, with him it's even MORE chaos kshdjdhdjdn

Like imagine Luis flirting w you n him being all protective older brother on you, n you're just like 🙄 siblings amirite, btw Leon that's a prime example of how to properly rizz someone up you loser 😇 n your not running from ganados this time your running from him (again) 🏃‍♀️💨

If you engage in sibling violence he's like, you haven't hit me once this whole mission n you're like, I'm giving you a vacation since we're running for our godamned lives out here n hes thinking like 🥺 my shins have never know rest like this before since I met you 🥺

but he just gives you a little smirk 'heh' or some one liner and that's it he did it to himself his shins indeed do NOT know rest 💀

Being teased by him more and more as he matures but dw, you're always there to annoy him back 😇 and run tf away when he gives that older sibling look like he's about to wreck your shit for ever thinking of crossing him lajsjsjsbs

[lycankeyy]

Okay here's the whole thing I filled out with boyf in-character enjoy his one total braincell if he's lucky. I'm putting zero effort into formatting this bc tumblr is glitchy on my phone blank template is here

(cw: sexual humor. also a bunch of intentional typos and gratuitous swearing)

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1. Okay, first question: what’s your name, age, and gender?

- they call me boyfriend im 19 and i sap the gender out of the music

2. How would you describe yourself, personality-wise?

- fuckkk man idk. im p chill i think ig im pretty cool. pretty swag pretty gamer

3. What’s a typical day like for you?

- welll I wake up at like. 11 usually at earliest and I hang out w one of my partners sometimes I watch movies w em or work on music. not a lot going on usually

4. How do you wind down at the end of the day? Do you even wind down?

- most of the time i literally just wait until i crash out sometimes gf and peeks gotta drag me to bed lol

5. What is your earliest memory?

- UHHHHH oh god uhhh. I think. When I was like five we went to a festival or smth and we went on one of those twirly things and I made my dad spin the thing so hard I threw up LMAO

6. What is/was your relationship with your parents?

- i mean p good i think but we dont rly tlak anymore thats mostly my fault tho

7. What do you do when you’re bored?

- succumb to the madness mostly

8. Do you regret anything you’ve done?

- i mean not like currently

9. Do you dress to be functional or fashionable?

- bro i wear the same exact fucking outfit every day to be honest with you lol. It's not like I'm fuckin going anywhere

10. Who are your best friends? How did you meet them?

- DUUUDE assuming my partners don't count gotta shout out my man darnell we've been workin on a collab ep recently it goes hard as fuckkkkk. we met back in the stupid therapy program back in middle school he introduced me to pico n nene

11. Have any siblings? If so, what is your relationship?

- yea got a big sister and a lil bro. they're both sweet but kinda clueless tbh. technically got other stuff goin on too but im kinda worried that ill get like the government on my ass if i talk abt it

12. What is your job? Is it tiring or difficult?

- closest thinf ive got to a job is music ig and nah. really wouldn't rather be doing anything else even if it payed more tbh. when I get burnt out I wanna die but thafs not a big deal lmao

13. When you’re going through a rough time, do you seek help or consolation from others?

- on a scale of liek paper cut to nearly died how rough are we talking

14. How easy is it for others to gain your trust?

- ive been told im pretty trusting but i feel like any person whos meant to hurt me was pretty upfront abt it so ┐(´∀｀)┌

15. What is your sexuality, if you don’t mind me asking?

- all the time all the time

16. Do you have a significant other? What are they like?

- "a" singular. lol. lmao even. bros asking if I got one singular partner lmao try two bitch and thyere the best most important people in the world

17. Have you ever lost a loved one?

- not like perminently

18. How often do you act on impulse? Does it ever backfire?

- lsiten if i do it all the time then like statisicly it only backfires like 40% of the time okay

19. Do you believe in ghosts?

- I believe in everyone bro

20. How about aliens?

- aliens are hisyorically very mean to me but ig i can just then believe that they can be better people. or aliens

21. What traits do you value the most in others?

- uhhh probably like being just nice ig? idk i think it can take a lot more effort than people think to be considerate and stuff I appreciate when people are nice even if they have a reason not to be

22. Do you dream often? What are your dreams like?

- i used to not to but somethings happened and now I get them all the time. don't really want to talk about it they're mostly just weird

23. Are you a light or heavy sleeper? Do you sleep in?

- my partners say im such a heavy sleeper that one time i slept through gf falling off the bed in the middle of the night but I was asleep so I can't cofnirm

24. Okay, this is a bit personal, but… Have you ever (uh) “done the do”?

- dude like u wouldn't believe

25. Do you have any pets?

- nah but I think it would be cool to have a guinea pig they seem chill and I appreciate their vibes

26. Ever been drunk before? How often do you drink?

- i try not to toooooooo much but i think i have a hard time telling when too much is too much. dont tell my parents

27. Are you respectful to authority figures?

- they only have as much authority as you give them. manipulate a landlord today

28. What kinds of movies do you like you watch?

- https://youtu.be/HgjyQ0_coJo?si=L5Bzhey5cxaoNpWU

29. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

- ██████ █████ █ ███████ ████ ███ ████ ███████ ███ ████ ████████████ ██ ███ ███ ████ ██ one time nene found it in my dresser and I almost DIED wait was this question not about sex stuff

30. What would you say is the happiest memory of your life?

- ohh thats hard uhh. happiest is hard to qualify i think. I think I'm happiest whenever I think abt waking up next to my partners

31. How about your worst memory?

- thats a good question

32. What did you aspire to be when you were young? Did that dream change as you grew up?

- i didn't think I'd be fuckign anythang

33. How far would you be willing to go to get what you want?

- u gotta quantify what I want here tbh. is it like a chocolate bar or one billion dollars. cuz id kill someone for a billion dollars. honestly i might also kill someone for a chocolate bar but like not as badly

34. What is sure to ruin your day?

- idk nearly dying again probably

35. Do you have any nervous habits?

- uhhh sometimes i mess with my hair and when i get rly upset i pull at it til it hurts. i used to scratch my face a lot when i was upset too but it freaks ppl out so i try not to if i can help it

36. Play video games often?

- i tryyyyy but i get distracted so fast i play a game and im like oh shit this reminds me of another thing i was gonna play n then i go play that and then I never FINISH ANYTHIGN

37. What kind of things do you laugh at?

- https://youtu.be/47EOSLWu-EI?si=kuzPv2Vndl91Oj3C

38. Favorite genre of music?

- BROOOO ok gonna be basic as shit and say breakcore. also a huge fan of speedcore and drill & bass but breakcore is my home. i wishhh it wasn't called this but my favorite like subgenre of breakcore is probs lolicore not for any fuckin weird reason but just bc the way the vocals are usually mixed scratches my brain sooooooo fuking good. listen to various types of ads by loli in early 20s and youll get it. i fucking love experimental breakcore my favorite album rossz csillag alatt született mixes breakcore+dr&b w classical and it's sooooo fucking good it's SO good i need to learn more fuckin instrument plug ins so I can make shit like that. in general i just love music that feels like it's fuckin drilling it's way into youre brain and rewiring it i want the music to fuckin labotomize me fr

39. What do you think your spirit animal would be if you had one?

- idk maybe a rat i like rats. dude imagine if i was a rat like ritz we could have cheese together. we can do that anyway but it would be more awesome

40. Have an accent of any kind?

- yea autism

41. Chess or checkers?

- checkers i have no idea how to play chess but it sounds convoluted as fuk

42. Do you feel sentimentality toward a particular object?

- i love my laptop even if I get a new computer and this thing breaks completely im keeping this laptop ily laptop

43. Are you generally pretty secretive, or are you an open book?

- im like accidentally secretive i dont even try like wtf do you mean im supposed to talk about shit

44. What are you most embarrassed about?

- i feel like this was addressed in the nene thing

45. What are your deepest fears?

- have you ever seen that fuckin brony stuff where people get teleported to pony world as horses gf is obsessed with that kinda thing but that's TERRIFYING if i woke up as a horse id fuckin die of a heart attack

46. How desperate would you have to be to lie to, steal from, injure, or murder another person? Do you do any of those things regularly?

- i like the implication that i would admit to murdering ppl on a regular basis

47. Do you have any scars? How did you get them?

- it's so fucked up i got this scar on my face and it's so bad bc I don't even scar that easy like i get into fights my entire life but i only got one scar just bc some weeb tried to kill me. like ok

48. Say someone has mistreated you in some form. Would you immediately lose your temper, hold a grudge, or simply let it go?

- you wouldnt believe my epic power to do all of those simaltaneusly

49. How do you deal with physical and mental pain?

- max volume noise nothing can hurt me if the Loud

50. What is your ideal place to live?

- never thought abt it tbh ig anywhere with my partners

51. What was your childhood like?

- just 18 years of stupid therapy programs and stupid special ed classes and ppl telling me how to think and how to act and like I was 4 years old forever i don't careeee

52. What is your favorite kind of weather?

- i think snow is pretty

53. How important to you is friendship? What about romance?

- i think they're both pretty great but idk i feel like urself should be most important bc idk shit happens and ppl leave so if you dont like yourself youre just gonna be stuck with some miserable loser who doesnt have any friends as ur only company

54. Have any disabilities, weaknesses, or allergies?

- i feel like in a hypothetical situation i would be pretty weak to godzilla

55. What’s your favorite thing to eat?

- SPICY FOOOOOOOD my spice tolerance fucks hard i will drink hot sauce. right now holdbon

56. Do you have kids? If not, do you picture yourself ever having them?

- could you fucking imagine.

57. How well can you sing?

- idk but i like it

58. Are you particularly confident? Does your confidence level change if less people are around?

- if nobody got me i know i got me

59. Do you like shopping?

- delivery apps were invented for a reason

60. How do you interact with strangers?

- tbh i usually just tune out anyone that's not talking to me LMAO

61. Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved?

- not like perminently

62. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

- don't like this question

63. If you could meet anyone from the past or future, who would it be?

- fuckkkkk my gf isn't home rn can I pick her

64. If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be?

- money bigass house and then I wouldn't use the last one so we could just vibe forver

65. Do you like attention?

- ask pico

66. Are you glad I’ve run out of questions to ask?

- ig bc im puttin off chores ily though

[songbirdseung]

off limits / kim sunoo

As you admired from a far with eyes filled with love and adoration, you feel a quick pain in the back of your head. You look over to your side where your best friend who just slapped you. "What was that for?!" you slightly push her and go back to looking at the gorgeous view 8 feet in front of you.

"Maybe stop staring at my brother like you're completely in love with him?" Your best friend sensed you had a crush on her sibling since the day she introduced you to him during a family get together she so happened to bring you to.

Her brother in question, Kim Sunoo. He was currently back home from his idol duties and luckily for you, you were crashing at your best friend's house for the week. So, you had a whole week to admire your little happy crush.

Your best friend rolls her eyes and huffs, "Honestly, Y/N, it's been like this ever since you met Sunoo. I can practically see the hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him."

You blush furiously and try to deny it, "What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on Sunoo. I'm just… appreciating his talent and good looks, that's all."

Your best friend gives you an incredulous look before letting out a knowing chuckle, "Sure, Y/N. Whatever you say."

As you continue watching Sunoo from afar, you can't help but sneak glances at him whenever you think your best friend isn't looking. His smile, his laughter, his charismatic presence—it all makes your heart flutter. But you know that pursuing a romantic relationship with your best friend's brother might complicate things, so you try to keep your feelings in check.

A few days pass, and you spend more time with Sunoo and your best friend's family. You find yourself growing closer to him as you share stories, inside jokes, and even engage in friendly banter. Sunoo is easy to talk to, and his warm personality only makes your feelings for him grow stronger.

One evening, after dinner, you and Sunoo find yourselves alone in the backyard, sitting on a swing set under the starry sky. The atmosphere is relaxed, and you seize the opportunity to open up.

"You know, Sunoo," you begin nervously, "I hope you don't think I'm weird or anything, but I've really enjoyed getting to know you this week."

Sunoo smiles warmly at you, "Y/N, I've enjoyed spending time with you too. You're a great person, and it's been fun having you around."

Encouraged by his response, you take a deep breath and decide to share your feelings, "There's something I need to confess, though. I… I might have a tiny crush on you."

Sunoo's eyes widen in surprise, and then he starts to laugh softly, "Well, that makes two of us, Y/N."

Your heart leaps with joy as you realize he feels the same way. The two of you share a sweet, genuine moment under the stars, knowing that your feelings for each other have brought you even closer. The world around you seems to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe. But your moment is interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

You turn to see your best friend walking towards you, clapping her hands and wearing a playful smirk. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she teases, her voice filled with amusement.

You and Sunoo quickly separate, feeling a little self-conscious about being caught in such a intimate moment. You exchange a sheepish glance before you both start to laugh.

Your best friend joins in the laughter and takes a seat next to you on the swing set, her teasing tone still evident. "I always knew there was something going on between you two. You couldn't fool me!"

Sunoo smiles warmly at your best friend, "Sorry for not telling you sooner. We didn't want to make things awkward."

She waves off your apology with a grin, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm thrilled for both of you. Just promise to keep the mushy stuff to a minimum when I'm around."

You chuckle and nod, feeling grateful for your best friend's understanding and support. The three of you continue to chat, sharing stories and laughter under the twinkling stars.

In the days that follow, your relationship with Sunoo deepens, and your best friend couldn't be happier to see the two of you so in love. She becomes your biggest cheerleader and offers you both advice and support as you navigate the joys and challenges of your newfound romance.

As the week comes to a close, you realize that this unexpected journey has brought you closer to not only Sunoo but also to your best friend in a way you never expected. From that point on, your friendship with Sunoo takes on a new dimension, blossoming into a beautiful romance that you never expected but always secretly hoped for. And as the days pass, your best friend couldn't be happier for both of you, realizing that love sometimes finds its way even in the most unexpected places.

[allsassnoclass]

Kid fic prompts

Had a request to gather some prompts about characters with kids! Most of these are single parent aus, but there are other iterations of characters with kids as well.

While I came up with some of these, many of these come from my AU notebook, which is years and years old and from before I properly sourced things. If they are from your prompt list, please let me know and I'll credit or remove them, which ever you prefer!

I'm the band teacher and you're the new choir teacher at this under-funded public school

We knew each other in high school and ran into each other at the grocery store and my teenage child saw the interaction and is now trying to set us up

I PUT THE KID I'M BABYSITTING DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS HOW ARE THEY GONE WHERE-- oh you found them and are now holding them and searching for their guardian

We're camp counselors at the summer camp that we both went to as little kids

We both work at Disney World and all of the little kids LOVE you

Alternatively, you work at Disney World and I did not mentally prepare myself for spending a full day at the park with my child and no adult backup and you're an employee who is saving my life at every turn

I don't like you and you don't like me but our best friends died in a car crash and left their 1-year-old child in our custody so now we've got to act civil and learn how to co-parent

You run my kid's daycare

I'm only at this park because my younger sibling wanted to come (not because I'm secretly a small child inside haha what are you talking about) why are YOU here?

We both babysit the same kid on different days and I have to listen to the kid gush about you the entire time I'm watching them and we're FINALLY meeting at the kid's birthday party

We are overly invested soccer parents

I'm the host of a children's TV show and you're the child supervisor on set

The kids we're escorting to trick or treating on Halloween just dropped their bags and got all of their candy mixed up

I accidentally scared a kid on Halloween and their adult is angry

Your kid keeps kicking the back of my seat on this airplane

Hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you're my kid's teacher

My parents died and left me, a barely legal adult, in charge of my kid sibling and the only person that I can be myself around is you, some guy I work with at my crappy minimum wage job

My baby insists on crying all night long and you came into the hallway of our apartment complex to see what's up and offer help

We're the only single parents in the play group and all of the other parents are definitely shipping us hardcore

My kid threw a fit at the ice cream/toy/whatever store and you were the only person nice enough to help without judging me

Our kids are best friends and oh look we're both single so I guess I'll ask you out for a drink

I'm on the bus and my 2-year-old won't stop crying except you just smiled at them and they did

I asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again

You asked me to the store with you and your child and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a kid

We're friends and my child's first word was your name and I'm jealous and also kind of endeared

You've been sleeping at mine because you're house is being renovated and we aren't even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh "I'll go" I feel like we might as well be married

We've been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we're getting married

Our children are in the same class and we both hate the teacher, eventually the parent's evenings are just us competing at who can call out snarkier comments

We are the only two parents to agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: so I guess we share this hotel room...?)

I'm so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt--actually never mind, I agree, that shirt is horrendous

You crouched down to coo at my baby but I forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is play with people's hair and now they won't let go of you

I work as an elf at a mall Santa grotto and you keep bringing a seemingly endless supply of kids through to meet Santa

[dazzle-writes]

Hello, saw you were doing match ups so wondered if you'd do one for me, with trigun characters

I'm an 160cm thin girl (20 y/o) with long brown curly hair and blue eyes, kinda look like merida from brave if that helps, enfp

I'm a lot like 98' vash (my biggest ever kin fr), goofing around and having fun, making dirty jokes with my friends, very clumsy and bubbly when in good mood, tho i don't shy away from being tough from time to time

I'm friendly and like meeting new people but keeping connections is my biggest flaw. I mostly keep it going with the ones i click with

I love being around people, but don't mind being alone for some periods of time, reading, watching something, drawing or doing whatever hobby i picked on

I'm an archeology student, have passion for history and literature, love psychology and philosophy, love things like true crime and paranormal stories, definitely would like to travel and see what the world and people have to offer. I'm the "do it for the plot" type of person, getting into random situations for the sake of seeing how it'll end and if i'll have a story in the end

When i was younger i was more like some kind of vash-milly combo, but now I'm more aware of people, i can't stand when someone is judgy from the beggining, when someone is too negative about the world and people, because even tho i myself get disappointed in people often, i still think that we should look for positive things in everyday life. Kind of "if life has no meaning, might as well find meaning in small things"

Sorry if this was too long, thank you if you've read this far ^^ and keep up with the good writing, you're doing amazing!

UWAAAA I'm so glad you like my writing! I've been swamped with work lately, so sorry this is taking a while!!

For trigun 98, I most definitely match you up with Wolfwood! You are just that little ray of sunshine he needs to keep going. Plus, he loves that you and him make sex jokes to each other about everything that you can. You two get kidnapped and held by Knives? Non-stop dick jokes. At first you try to at least mutter them under your breath, but soon enough you're both just spouting them out as fast as you can think of them. Knives is just standing there in shock that you can think of so many in a short amount of time. I also think you two would be like, surprisingly close beforehand. He a big cuddler too (have you fucking seen those titties MMMMM) and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL BUT WOLFWOOD IS TERRIFIED OF GHOSTS!!! Yall go ghost hunting and he is ATTACHED TO YOU LIKE NO OTHER. Homie is throwing round the holy water like he's a raincloud. You one day dig up and old book and are pretty sure that its haunted? He's hiding being his giant cross and shaking in his tight ass pants.

In trigun stampede however, Vash latches onto you like white on rice. You are exactly what this poor bean needs in his life!!!! You teach him to appreciate the little things, and show him that he's allowed to have wants and needs. He enjoys taking you around old crashed spaceships and letting you go wild with the archeological zoomies. In this universe, you also get kidnaped by Knives so Vash follows to come and save you and once again, you make so many dick jokes. The only difference is that Stampede Knives has never seen a wiener in his LIFE and doesn't get any joke you make. Do with this information what you will. Vash also really likes showing you his Plant siblings when his spilled the alien beans. You'd probably enjoy just quietly hanging with the Plant girlies because they just watch you draw or read or they nap! they are very nice when you need to recharge a social battery but don't want to be completely alone. Vash is also a big cuddler and understands having trouble keeping connections with people!! He's always moving so he gets sad thinking about all the people he wanted to grow closer too.

If we wanted to hit up the manga, then id actually pair you with Legato! I think you'd be just the right person to help him let himself be a better and softer person. Your love of psychology would really interest him, and I think you'd be that enemies-to tolerated-to friends-to lovers thing. He also likes learning about humans and the past, and I think that's he would really appreciate you showing him to good side of humanity through psychology and even true crime by showing how people come together and how people react to catastrophe and stress. He needs to see people doing good things, and you are just the person to show him around the world and prove it to him

ALSO SORRY THIS IS LIKE MONTHS LATE I got another job and started school SOBS!!! But I hope you enjoy!!!!

[mojo-dojo-cracka-house]

Ayo buddy, watch it I'm waukin 'ere (Pinned Post)

Sup bitchesssss, we're a bunch of crazy people who are insane but also slightly funny but just slightly.

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This is a silly little family AU because we're a silly little hypothetical family!! We're a little stupid so be warned you might lose braincells.

Ursa: the world-weary mother. She’s given up trying to reign in the family and now just sits back and watches them commit arson and kill the world. A raging alcoholic but only for comedic purposes. She has a high tolerance to alcohol and never gets drunk. Could chug vodka without blinking. Loves both her queer and cishet kids and would snap the neck of anyone who dares even look at them in a rudely. Penguin.

Ad: the neighborhood kid. He’s not even part of the family biologically and legally speaking. One day they waddled up to Ursa and the next day Ursa announced everyone now had an emotionally adopted sibling. They hang out around the house and create chaos with the family. Tortures people for the heck of it (a telltale sign of potential serial killers, according to rumors), threatens to fuck people with Cranberry, commits arson with the Roomba (and is sometimes caught actively encouraging it to run over the dog poop and track it around the house), etc. A pleasure to have in class.

Splat: elder sibling who is shorter than everyone. Very smart and super cool. She’s probably the second-most sensible person in the family. Has her own fair share of a criminal record. Mostly physical assault and some light arson here and there. Barely has her life together but it makes her a funnier person so there’s that. Fucking legend. Controlled chaos.

Osmosis: younger sibling who towers over everyone. Has never cussed, will never cuss, does not cuss. He does, however, willingly be the Guy In The Chair. Is the distraction in most crimes. Is the sneaky boi too. Likes setting off the plan. He’ll throw the bomb that will distract the guards, light the dynamite to draw away the police, etc. Enjoys coding. Has been known to tell the Roomba to draw dicks. Wholesome but will snap all 206 of your bones before finally killing you without hesitation or remorse. Weirdly obsessed with shoulders and Pokemon. Can code though, so there's that

Cranberry: middle child and middle height. Threatens to fuck literally everyone. Helps Ad catch the animals he tortures and watches. Points at every single fictional character and draws attention to their asses. Thinks the monkeys from Wizard of Oz were sexy. Cleans faer glasses with soap and water. Excels at school because of course fae does. Will break your shins. Enjoys finding loopholes to even the simplest instructions. A pleasure to have in class.

Ai: tired wine aunt. Aggressively ADHD. Best sister and aunt ever. Always sneaks candy in pockets, encourages crimes, doesn’t care about bedtimes, tells Ursa the kids behaved very well while she was out of the house thank you very much, etc (obviously Ursa knows but the house isn’t on fire so she considers that a win). Is drunk all the time, but somehow always manages to be a light drunk. Not drunk enough to crash the car, not drunk enough to be loopy, nothing. She is just always seen with a wine glass filled to the brim (never spilled anything in her life) and she always just seems sliiiiiightly tipsy. Never more, never less. Ursa says her sister seemed like that ever since they were kids.

Jiyuu: hobo. Always seen carrying around a sieve for some reason. Not even carrying around - it’s just in his pockets all the time. Jun Leaf calls it a holebowl and nobody has called it anything else. Hobo with a holebowl. Cranberry took one look at Jiyuu on his first visit to the family and promptly said, “You look like a hobo.” Jiyuu has never lived that down. Jiyuu enjoys teaching crimes and controversial stuff. He makes sure all the kids are aware that Australia is a lie. He talks about WWII and stuff and pins it on random people. He says murder is good and the kids repeat his arguments to everyone they meet. The hotdog guy at the baseball stadium did 9/11. Always manages to look 36 and 93 and 12 at the same time.

The Roomba (AKA Jun Leaf): mix of BB8 and Roomba. There’s no question in anyone’s mind that it is alive. It showed up one day and has just been in the house ever since. One day Ursa complained about the constant mess around the house, and the next day there was the Roomba. A few days later, Splat commented that the Roomba kept showing up in places that there was no way it could reach and it was almost like it was alive. They name it Jun Leaf as a joke. The next morn, the Roomba has Googly eyes taped on it. Nobody knows who taped the Googly eyes. Every 18th of November, the Roomba is found with a blue birthday hat.

Jun ?: an alternate? One day there was a kid on the couch sitting crisscrossed with the Roomba on his lap. Said he broken out of the mirror. He showed them the mirror that sat in the supply closet where the Roomba was supposed to always return to after doing it’s periodic cleaning of the house. It was broken. Nobody believed vim until ve said vis name was Jun ? and then held up the Roomba and asked for its name. Hangs around the house. Always has pieces of mirror in vis hair and clothes. Is the human embodiment of the Roomba. Often found with the Roomba in vis hands.

NotAd: Sometimes Ad shows up to the house hollering for blood. Other times NotAd shows up hollering for food. Ursa worried something happened to her child the first time NotAd made an appearance. NotAd is Ad just reversed. The family speculates NotHim to also be from the mirror (mostly because NotHim looks exactly like Ad but is left-handed). Somehow always has a mirror shard on NotHim (similar as to how Ad somehow always has a pocket knife). Palms of NotHis hands have scars that look like NotHe pushes their way through glass.

Oscar: Osmosis but as a virtual entity. Odiend2 first appeared on Osmosis' computer, much to Osmosis' surprise (he just walked in and there Odiend2 was, a perfect reflection of him waving at himself). Odiend2 has also showed up on the TV screen, spoke to the family through the TV speakers, and occasionally beeps the microwave in some form of code. The Roomba beeps back (somehow; the Roomba has no voice box). Odiend2 helps Osmosis out with coding but also enjoys randomly deleting files. An oddball (like Osmosis, lol) but he gets an excuse because he’s a virtual thing and cannot wreak actual havoc.

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The Bright Flame Hero: Enavant.

CW: Themes of Abuse and Trauma ahead! You have been warned!

Backstory.

One January day, Enji Todoroki welcomed his sons into the world. The tiny boys would take extremely different paths in life. The twins, Toya and Koyurei, were inseparable since birth.

Their mother, Rei, absolutely adored her twins. Finding that Koyurei was a surprise blessing. Koyurei and Toya both admired their father for different reasons.

Toya loved the idea of being the strongest hero, so his father being the second strongest ever was absolutely something worthy of admiring.

Koyurei admired how Enji always made people feel safe around him. How his flames weren't something to be scared of. Soon though, both images of their honorable father would be shattered.

In training, both boys showed promise.

Toya was specifically focused on for his great firepower, but technical skill belonged to Koyurei, who took to the Flashfire Fist techniques like second nature.

Both very talented and precocious boys, Toya and Koyurei were known as a dynamic duo during their school days. Soon enough they had a baby sister to sometimes mind after.

As such, Rei taught both boys how to take care of Baby Fuyumi. With Toya and Koyurei happily taking care of Fuyumi sometimes while Enji and Rei went on dates together.

However their happy family days were about to crash down. When Enji found out about Toya's limitation which was burning himself, he demanded that Koyurei do the same.

Koyurei did, but instead of burning, tiny ice crystals would appear and melt quickly, mixing with the smoke, but he pretended he was burnt too.

He knew it was wrong, but wanted to be with his brother. The training was too much for him. Too tiring, he wanted to play with his big brother and little sister.

Then Natsuo was born. Yet another little sibling and they took care of him with Rei and Fuyumi. With Enji stewing over his failed sons. Koyurei constantly tried to bond with his father...

Only to get a cold stare in return. Was he always like this? No, can't be. Because he used to take him to the park with Toya and they'd all have fun!

They used to collect GoRangers (MHA-ified Tokusatsu series.) and Godzilla stuff, they used to be a family. Then, one day...

"Koyurei! You thought you could hide it from me?!" he yelled, striking Koyurei so hard it made him ram into the wall. Of course Koyurei didn't know what was happening.

Until Enji loomed over him, burning bright and grinning down at him.

"You can cool yourself down! So lucky you, you get to train with your new sibling! But that doesn't mean you can't start now!"

Koyurei was stuck in training again. Grueling, harsh training being constantly pushed and shoved to have more and more firepower, more and more skill.

Rei tried to stop it, she really did. After seeing yet another bruised and burnt, also soaked Koyurei barely trudging out of the training room and passing out in him and Toya's room she decided to bring it up with her husband.

"I'm only training Koyurei, Rei. No need to worry!" he'd say, "He's just pushing himself too hard."

Yet Koyurei told his mother different every time. Over and over he cried into her arms telling her not to leave him alone with his father, that Enji hurts him over and over and all he wants is for Dad to stop and let up.

It implanted an intense fear of his father. But he soldiered on despite the fear because Rei's attempts at getting Enji to let up only made him double down.

"No son of mine will ever slack! Never waver! You think you can hide behind your mother like the child you were? Not in my house, and not here!"

When Shoto came, that's when Koyurei knew he was in for Hell. Not only would he have to watch himself, but also a baby brother. HIS baby brother.

And then Toya snapped. Launching at his mother and baby brother, screaming and crying that he was worth it too. That he should get training too. That he was still here and he just wanted Enji to...

Look at him.

Koyurei got in the way of his older brother, taking a nasty burn that scarred over because of his ice crystals. But that wasn't the end of Toya's plans.

Toya watched his little twin brother relentlessly get trained, and along with the envy came the protectiveness. It wasn't right. His brother was training and getting hurt. So little Toya came up with an idea...

"Hey! Koyu! Let's go to Dad's secret training spot and do something to surprise him! It'll be tons of fun!"

Koyurei, unsure and most likely dreading it, didn't want to but the idea of them being a family again still gave him hope.

"Okay!"

So off the brothers went, little Touya and Koyurei off on a brotherly adventure to (In Koyurei's innocent case.) Save their family and fix everything!

Only for him to wake up to Rei crying. Turns out that Toya ambushed his brother and their flames ended up burning both of them. He survived because his ice kicked in and saved him, leaving him with some burns and some skin grafting but nothing too serious.

Enji redoubled his efforts, pushing Koyurei into a harsh regiment right after school at UA, where Koyurei had the reputation as one of the most mysterious people in his class.

But unfortunately, he was known as a problem child. Reckless and wild, unchecked anger and trauma being let out every time he trained.

However, Enji insisted it was just, "His passion for being a hero burns so brightly, that he wants to overachieve and impress you all!"

"Nothing but the best for my son, that's what I say!"

Over the years, Koyurei also became the Parentified Child, cooking meals and making sure his little siblings do what they had to. Koyurei had no social life and no friends, little to no interactions with the outside world, it was constant routines.

Rei saw her son slowly but surely break down. Reminding her more and more of her husband, breaking her fragile psyche from all the stress. She ended up burning Shoto while Koyurei was gone at the Endeavor Agency getting settled into his Sidekick role.

He's now alone. No brothers. No sister. No mother. Stuck in the dragon's den with his father. Yet, Koyurei picked a hero name that showed them all that his will remained unbroken...

The Bright Flame Hero: Enavant.

Forward. No more looking back. For everyone's sake. He'll burn a bright future for their family. For everyone else too!

Personality.

Koyurei is a very quiet man. He's very soft spoken and doesn't like talking very much. Although he does have his moments of former softness and even smiles from time to time.

He doesn't do interviews or photo ops or things with fans, not because it's a waste of time but because he never believes they really want to talk to him.

He does get extremely nervous and laughs a lot whenever he's in a room with his father, in most extreme cases he ends up having a full blown panic attack.

Much like his mother, he has a very kind heart but oftentimes is too scared to show it. His fans do say that Koyurei's smile is one of the purest things they've ever seen.

He does have a soft spot for younger fans though. They look up to him so he becomes Big Brother Koyurei again. So much so that his nickname for his younger fans IS Big Brother Enavant.

Koyurei is very skittish about his family. He does visit Fuyumi and Natsuo, but doesn't stick around long enough for Shoto or goes to see Rei.

There're some days where Koyurei just can't be Enavant. It's too much and he breaks down. Birthdays aren't a happy affair for Koyurei at all.

What he remembers of Sekoto Peak was etched into his mind. The look on his brother's face as he attacked him was pure joy. Koyurei also has intense nightmares.

Deep down, he's a very romantic person. He wants to be with someone who cares about him and tells him he's enough. Sometimes he reads romance manga or novels at work when things are slow.

He absolutely adores his GoRanger collection and will talk for hours about his favorite things mostly because Rei was gone and Enji didn't care, and he was too busy caring for his youngest sibling Shoto.

He doesn't like just sitting still unless he's completely calmed down. He knows how to cook, clean, and even sew.

His secret dream is to be a househusband, raising a duo of adorable children without the shadow of his father looming over him.

Quirk.

Quirk Name: Blueflame with minor Frost quirk.

Quirk Type: Emitter.

Quirk Description: Same as Dabi's quirk but with the added bonus effect of having a limit built in where frost forms on his body and melts down quickly, cooling him down.

The rapid change in temperatures might make him need to slow down. Also it makes him run unbearably hot sometimes or frigid depending on where he ended off. A more balanced temperature is normal if he doesn't use his quirk.

Love Interest.

Nemuri met Koyurei at a unwanted Girl's Night at a bar she frequented that Burnin' dragged him to. She was off duty, he was off duty, and they hit it off after Mt. Lady failed to woo him.

Koyurei doesn't drink, he drank soda the whole time. But Nemuri found him to be a refreshingly adorable change of pace. He was absolutely enamored with her.

In a way, she was what Koyurei always wanted to be. Confident and outspoken. Definitely a 'He asked for no pickles!' couple. Nemuri saw a very hurt and broken down version of Koyurei.

She fell in love with him one rainy day in April. A bad day for her birthday, turning 26 and already being snapped at for not being married or with anyone.

Only for 23 year old Koyurei to snap at the offender that she WAS with someone. After stuttering and tripping into a puddle trying to deny his feelings.

She took him back to her apartment, noting how Sushi immediately loved him. She fondly, softly dried Koyurei off and kissed him for the first time.

She busted his world wide open with her kiss and took him on a wild whirlwind. It's not that he never was brave or confident or even unlovable. She just let the seeds that were already planted grow into the sweet, passionate man she knew was deep down inside.

He fell in love first and fell harder. Nemuri fell in love second but she fell so hard it made a Midnight-Shaped hole.

[the-most-lamentable]

oh baby it's askin' time. 58, 66, 73, 90, and 21 for funs :)

Good evening, got booted out of my account for a moment but I am back and presently avoiding working on my writing projects ( will be working after this because my project list is ever expanding and I Still need do get done the ch3 illustration aaaaaa)

What's the last thing a fic made you Google when you were writing it?

Uhh the last thing was the bus system in the Tampa Bay area to Plant city for the immortal blade story. He starts off as a college student before having the worst night of his life brought to you by maybe a few too many Jaegerbombs.

In other research I tried an energy drink to see how it would feel as I have a scene in that Eugenia is an incredibly passive aggressive ghost wherein Keith absolutely crashes right before a show so Mickey gives him a monster thinking what's the worst that could happen? It goes poorly.

When have you felt the most confident in your writing?

Occasionally when I'm working on a project I'll have one of those moments where I realise Hey I just set up and paid off some very nice bits of theme and motif Ohoho it's all coming together, I've connected the dots. It's usually then.

Otherwise, my best writing? This line I wrote at 4 am.

"“Well- jokes on you! Both of my parents are dead!” Kevin sputtered.

Jeremy paused for a moment. Someone nearby shouted, “Her ghost is disappointed!” The crowd murmured in agreement."

How do you visualize scenes? Do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

So when I first start drafting a story I will be sitting there staring at a wall and there's a tiny film projector in my head playing out key beats, very visual but also vibe driven. The Great Imposter was very one to one in the scene beats and imagery I came up with initially like the imagery of the study sequence where he's stuck watching the action unable to act, or the whirring ambulance lights in sprinkling rain for Shock Blanket.

When I actually start writing it's a bit of both, my brain is multitasking to high hell. Those central images serve as a guide which is supported by insane amounts of character research and story structure. Most of the chapter illustrations are those initial clear images translated to drawing. I figure if the iconography is so effective to me, it should hopefully work on my audience too as a supplement to the vibes.

Do you notice your own voice in your writing?

Exceedingly so, yes. While I do make an effort to write within character logic and voice, it is still my writing. I have been told my usual voice is resemblant of a late 1800s British satirist, which seems fair (irony is the death of sincerity, my deepest struggle writing) however other inspirations include: Terry Pratchett, Lemony Snickett, Clue 1985, Tj Klune, David Sedaris, etc. All this to say always very dry humor, fast rhythm, and exceedingly long metaphors that are just a bit too specific.

Pick a writer to co-write a book and tell us what you'd write about.

Uhhhh I don't know but if you ever want to write a story together here's my pitches that I am coming up with on the spot (absolutely no pressure, i just dont know how else to answer this):

An AU of Homeward, Boumd where the Beans are all human, but still just as fucked up. Like Chris mentions offhand that his brother once threw him into a hole in their basement and left him for dead and everyone is just !!!??????

Celia Bean had an affair (outside of her one with Robert of course) which after an ancestry test brings James's number of suprise siblings up to 3. I just feel like him and Chris have similar vibes. Plus the chaos of introducing these two groups, particularly Cornley being perhaps a little too snooping over this (Jonathan and Dennis trying to casually hide behind a newspaper in a café only to be immediately clocked by Chris)

I've got an urban fantasy noir sorta story where magic is real and the whole thing kicks off with a spell backfiring and James's dad disappearing. Features things such as Keith and Mickey Co running a psychic shop (Keith runs the shop, Mickey is his glorified landlord, roommate, and self nominated HR department), Kevin getting up to shenanigans as a ghost, human glowsticks being abused for said glowing, werebear the ultimate bear, group sleepover (See: James and Mickey fall asleep and nobody has the heart to wake them). I believe I've mentioned this one before.

Anyways thanks for the ask, forgive me if it's A bit incomprehensible I am extremely sleep deprived from an absolute eager with my friend last night wherein we reorganized her bedroom and then discussed theology till 4 am. Best wishes, Jon, I don't know why I'm signing off like an email but it's there now

[swiftsdelucaa]

So I hear you're taking Grey's anatomy x reader request? 😗

Any particular characters and rules?

Like say how would you feel about April x Jacksons sister! reader or the other way around? Maybe with fluff and teasing older siblings?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: April Kepner x Avery!f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hi! I hope this was what you had in your mind, enjoyy :)

When Jackson finished his internship you just had to start yours. There had been a plane crash, and everyone seemed so strange.

Jackson was very sad about Mark and Lexie's death, he loved them both so much, this destroyed him. Well, you hadn't met them, but he almost always told you about them and you would have liked to meet them.

In fact, they weren't the only people he often told you about. April Kepner.

Those two were the closest friends you've ever seen in your life. He talked so much about her, insisted you should meet her, you almost couldn't stand her anymore even though you'd never seen her. But God, he was right. Even you would have talked about it constantly if you had known her before her.

It had been a short time since you had started dating and you were already crazy about her. Now she was an attending in traumatology and seeing her in action got you so excited. You loved every single detail about her, it seemed mutual, but she was also able to be quite strict with you at work. Oh she was so hot when she got angry.

Every night you loved to invite her over to your house, watch movies, or just hang out with each other all the time.

Your hands were in her hair as you lay on top of her and she kept kissing you softly.

"You are disgusting" Jackson sat down on the couch next to you with a packet of chips in hand.

"Excuse me?" you looked at him to wave him up and leave.

"This is my home too" he said. April threw a pillow at him causing the chips to fall out.

"Oh come on!" he complained.

"Did I already tell you how much I adore you?" you asked turning to April smiling at her.

"Well maybe not enough..." she replied placing your hands on her hips. Jackson turned on the television and turned up the volume so that it became annoying.

"Fuck you Jackson!" you exclaimed getting up in frustration and taking April by the hand going upstairs.

The next day you happened upon Jackson, who gave you an annoying smile as soon as he saw you.

"Goodmorning" he said trying to be normal.

"No please"

"What?"

"Don't say anything, just- shut up" you begged.

"It's not fair, you keep me from sleeping and I can't say anything?" he said teasing you more. It seemed like it was his favorite hobby teasing you.

"Can we just- work?" you protested rolling your eyes.

"Okay..." he said again having printed that horrible little smile.

"Plastic surgery wasn't even my first choice" you complained, changing the subject.

"And what are you passionate about?"

"I was thinking about general surgery... Or traumatology too..."

"Oh and I'm asking why..." he added with an ironic tone. You nudged his arm.

"Stop that!" hoping that this time he would really stop it, you entered the patient's room to analyze the case.

All you wanted all day was to see April again and feel her presence.

When this long day was finally over you went looking for her, and she seemed to have the same idea. You saw her in front of the nurses station.

"Hi!" you came up behind her and she whirled towards you placing a hand on her chest.

"God, you scared me" she gave you a little push.

"I'm sorry, well, how is going?" you asked giving her a little kiss.

"Good, you?"

"Besides Jackson, I would say good too, but I missed you" she gave you another kiss. You didn't mind being in public, in short, relationships of this type now are more than normal in this hospital, you didn't pay much attention to the fact that she was your boss. Why keeping it a secret?

Unfortunately for April the day wasn't over, but as usual you would have seen each other tonight.

She came back quite late, she looked very tired. She threw herself on the bed.

"I can't move any muscles anymore" she said with her head buried in the pillow. You approached her putting your arm around her waist hugging her. You kissed her cheek. "Goodnight baby"

"I love you" she said as she turned towards you meeting your eyes.

"Mee to" you smiled at her.

Yes, once she was your brother's best friend, his girl, but now she she is yours. She is your girl.

[variety-fangirl]

Love Me or Let Me Go / JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Part 1 here

Summary: after confessing to JJ that you had been in love with him for months, your relationship shifted and changed completely. Neither knew how to act anymore, but Pope helped to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst, sad reader and sad JJ :(, mentions of not eating properly (skipping meals, eating little amounts)

Authors note: part 2 as promised my lovelies, I hope you all enjoy! I decided to shift things and some parts from JJ's point of view also, so I hope everyone likes it 😁 I'm so glad people wanted a part 2 😊.

Word count: 3.7k

It had been two weeks since you confessed your feelings to JJ, and it had been the hardest week of your life. You and JJ had never gone this long without talking, texting, or seeing one another. It was usually no more than two days at most, and by the time you finally did see one another, you'd be inseparable. So to go a whole two weeks without talking or seeing him was absolute hell, he wasn't just the person you were in love with, he was your best friend.

He was the missing piece that made you feel whole, he was literally your soulmate. Since that first day of school when you both met as kids, that was the day you both became one being. You felt like your whole body was numb, fading into nothing. You didn't want to lose him as a friend but you couldn't help the way you felt about him. And you weren't sure you could push those feelings aside any longer.

The first week was spent mostly crying and locked away in your room, the only people you allowed in were the rest of the group. Pope visited the most, almost every day, to check on you. You and Pope had always been close but in these last few weeks, your friendship had grown. And you were thankful for that because without realising it, that was what you needed. Everyone had grown to be concerned about you in these two weeks, even your parents and little sibling had noticed that you weren't yourself.

Everyone quickly put two and two together, realising that JJ wasn't coming around. Your family were used to seeing the blonde headed boy, having him over for dinner quite often and letting him crash on the couch whenever he needed to. So your family quickly understood something had happened but didn't want to pry.

Pope knocked on the door of y/n's house, waiting for someone to answer. Y/n's mother answered with a friendly smile on her face, a sad expression lurking behind. "Oh Pope, come in!" She greeted, ushering the boy in. Closing the door she asked for him to wait a moment, "can you take this up to her? She hasn't eaten today." She asked with a frown. He nodded, "of course! I'll try to knock some sense into her." She nodded gratefully and returned to the kitchen. Pope reached y/n's door, knocking gently. "Who is it?" Pope hardly recognised your voice, it was raspy and filled with sadness. "It's me," Pope announced, walking in once you agreed. He was instantly saddened when he took in your appearance, noticing the barely touched plate of food from that morning. He sighed and made his way over, placing the plate in front of you.

Pope sat down next to you, sitting with his legs crossed. You were sitting with your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly. Your head lay on the top of your knees, facing him but you weren't looking at him. Pope noticed the glassy tired look in your eyes, they were red and puffy from crying. Pope felt awful that he couldn't take the hurt away or make you feel better. It pained him to see his friend in such pain.

He was pissed at JJ, how could he not see how amazing you were? How could he not want to be with her? No one had ever fully accepted JJ so completely, flaws and all as you had. Not even John B, so how could he hurt the person who loved him the most? Pope just couldn't understand, he felt his heartbreak for you. He could see how much you were struggling without him.

"Come here." Pope held out his arms for you, watching as you immediately crawled towards him. He uncrossed his legs, allowing you to sit between them as he held you. The second his arms wrapped around you, you crumbled. The tears instantly fell, cascading down your cheeks like a waterfall. You sobbed into Pope's chest, gripping the back of his shirt as tight as you could. He hushed you softly, "it's okay, let it out." As he placed his chin lightly on your head. You weren't sure how long you stayed like this, embraced in Pope's arms but neither bothered to move until you felt better.

By the second week, you had managed to stop crying as often. Able to mostly keep it together for those around you who were concerned. Kie and Sarah had just left, you had been able to spend the last two hours enjoying the moment without a single thought of JJ. Which was a first, until they had left at least. You made your way downstairs to have dinner with your family for the first time in a week, finally feeling good enough to leave the safety of your bedroom.

Your family looked shocked, not expecting to see you but we're happy nonetheless. Despite not expecting to see you, a place at the table had been set for you, which made you smile. "What can I do to help?" You asked with a small smile, giggling when your mother rushed towards you with open arms.

You sat with your family eating your mother's homemade spaghetti bolognese, missing the taste of a full meal. You had lost your appetite all week, not being able to stomach large amounts of food. So you were grateful that you were finally able to eat normally once again. Your younger sister smiled at you, passing you some bread, happy to have you mostly back to normal. You watched as your mother and father chatted about work, playfully making jokes towards one another.

You watched as your father teased your mother lovingly, placing a peck on her pouting lips with a laugh. She giggled, not being able to stay mad at him for long. You sighed silently to yourself, feeling sadness overcome you. But you refused to let it ruin your time with your family, so you simply sat there and ate your food.

-

JJ sat on the porch of the chateau with a beer in hand, it had been five days since you had confessed your feelings for him. He was struggling not seeing you or talking to you at all, he wasn't used to being without his best friend. You helped to keep him sane and grounded, you always looked after him and never judged him. You were more than he could have asked for in his life and he had just thrown all that away. JJ placed his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in anger.

John B walked outside, leaning against the doorframe and observing his best friend. He felt bad for him, seeing him struggle, but he had also seen how bad you were suffering. He was torn. "Hey man." John B announced his presence to his friend, taking the seat opposite JJ. JJ raised his head to look at his friend, tears in his eyes.

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" JJ whispered, looking at his friend sadly. John B nodded, giving him a sympathetic look. JJ stood up aggravated with himself and threw his bottle across the grass, watching as it smashed. John B went and stood with his friend, grabbing his shoulder. "How do you feel about her?" John B questioned, wanting to know. Everyone wondered, JJ hadn't told anyone how he'd felt about his best friend.

JJ laughed bitterly, "I've been in love with her for years man." JJ shook his head at himself, annoyed that he didn't answer you back that night. "Dude are you serious?! So then why didn't you say that to her days ago?" John B asked, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. JJ groaned, "because I'm a fucking idiot, okay?! Every time I've tried to tell her I've chickened out because I didn't think she would fall for someone like me, I'm a mess! Hence why we are in this situation." He huffed to himself, giving his best friend a sad look.

The sound of a car alerted the two boys, John B and JJ looked over in the direction of the noise confused. Pope got out of his father's car, slamming the door behind him. "Oh, he's pissed. At me right?" JJ questioned, already knowing the answer. John B shook his head amused, knowing Pope was going to argue with JJ.

"I've just visited y/n, do you know how much you've hurt her?!" Pope yelled, making his way over to the blonde-headed boy. "How is she?" JJ questioned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Pope looked at him dumbfounded, "how is she?! Hmm, let me see. She hasn't stopped crying in days, she's barely eating and she refuses to leave her room. Does that sum up how she's doing?!" Pope was enraged with JJ's typical attitude, at that moment he wanted to punch his friend.

"Fuck!" JJ yelled, even more, pissed at himself than he was before. He felt like such an arse, he'd broken his best friend's heart. The person he loved more than anything, "I've fucked it up and I don't know to unfuck it!" JJ yelled, pulling at his hair. He didn't know what to do, he was stuck in a difficult position. "Help me, Pope. Help me get her back, i-i need her man." JJ could feel the tears welling in his eyes, clouding his vision. He turned from his friends, wiping his eyes.

He knew he'd fucked up big time but he needed you back, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it permanently. He'd his feelings in for long enough. "Fine, but she needs time to feel better first. You haven't seen how she's been, man." Pope sighed, remembering how broken and defeated you'd looked as he left.

"That's fine! I can manage that, I think." JJ mumbled the last part, more to himself than the other two. Was he able to go any longer without seeing or speaking to you? He wasn't sure. But he supposed he'd have to. All JJ knew was that he needed to get you back and as more than just his best friend this time. "Okay, here's the plan," Pope muttered, pulling the two boys in to discuss what to do.

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Two weeks of not seeing or speaking to JJ had been absolute hell. You had been tempted on many occasions to call or text him. You had sat on your bed multiple times in the last week, pulling out your phone and hovering over JJ's contact. But you would back down last minute, thinking it better not to. You had sat there wondering if he had wanted to contact you as well, you hoped he would have but he never did. Which broke your heart further.

You had managed to pull yourself together mostly, not having cried for a few days. Pope had messaged you that morning asking you to get ready by 7 and to meet him outside your home. You had asked why but he refused to tell you, saying it was a secret. So by 6:30, you had eaten, showered and shaved, and gotten dressed in a tank top and shorts.

By 6:45 you were sitting on your bed anxiously, your knee bouncing up and down in one spot. A nervous habit you had. You were unsure what Pope was up to, your stomach felt knotted for some reason. You decided to go downstairs and let your parents know about the plans, knowing they would be more than happy that you were finally leaving the house.

"Hey, I'm going out for a while, meeting with Pope, Sarah, and Kie. I'll see you guys later." You hugged your family and walked out the door, heading towards the beach to meet the three. Sarah and Kie had rung you last-minute letting you know they would be joining, which was of course okay with you. You were happy to spend time with them, you just hoped JJ wouldn't turn up.

The sun was setting beautifully, a warm yellow-orange glow shining upon you. You spotted your three friends standing together, chatting about something you couldn't hear. "Hey!" You called, reaching the group with a smile. The first genuine happy smile you'd had in two weeks, which the group picked up on. "Hey! You look a lot better, healthy!" Kie commented on your appearance, making you giggle lightly.

"Thanks, Kie." You shook your head amused. Sarah and Pope looked at her annoyed, "really? Healthy?" Pope asked dumbfounded, Kie raised her hands in defence. "Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "So! What are we doing here exactly? You guys were very vague on the phone?" You smiled, curious as to what you'd all be doing but grateful to be out of the house. The sun felt good on your skin, the light warm breeze nipping at your legs.

"You need to trust us, okay?" Pope smiled, waiting as you frown. You laughed, "no way! Every time I trust you guys I either get shot at, chased, or in trouble with the law!" You shook your hands around, turning away from them. You were grabbed by two pairs of arms, making you grumble unhappy. You frown at the three as you were turned around. "No, no, no. Come on, you trust me don't you?" Pope questioned with a raised eyebrow, he knew you did.

You huffed, "yes I do!" You announced annoyed, but you knew that none of them would put you openly in any danger unless you were all together. "Let's go then!" Sarah called happily, a big smile on her face. You couldn't help but smile in return, there was just something about Sarah Cameron's smile, she won people over effortlessly. Sarah linked arms with you and eyed you secretly, I hope this works, she thought.

They led you down onto the beach, allowing you to remove your sandals. You carried them in your hand, looking around curiously. The beach was empty apart from you guys and the silence allowed you to feel peaceful. They led you down the sand to a secluded corner, large rocks and trees covering the view of the road and pathway. You looked around confused when you noticed a little picnic area set up, blankets covering the sand so you could sit.

There was a bunch of food and drinks poking out the open lid of the basket. Pope, Sarah, and Kie gave you large smiles, positioning you where they wanted you. You turned to face them, your back to the picnic, "what is this guys?" You asked confused, pointing to the area. You noticed them walking away from you quickly, "where the hell are you going? Leaving me alone here! Guys?!" You yelled as they laughed, running away from you.

You watched as John B jumped out from behind the rocks and ran away with the three, "you two John B?! What the fuck guys?" You yelled again, you waved your arms around annoyed. "What is this?" You pointed, turning to look at the picnic, only to be met with a sheepish looking JJ scratching the back of his neck. You groaned annoyed, "traitors!" You yelled at the group who were walking away together.

They turned to look at you, giving you both thumbs up, "good luck!" You knew that was aimed at JJ. You sighed, turning to face JJ fully. You looked at the blonde-headed boy, he wore a button-up white shirt with four buttons undone. He wasn't wearing his usual cap, his hair was messy in a sexy way. He wore a pair of dark grey shorts and his favourite pair of shoes were placed by the picnic. He looked absolutely delicious and tempting, but you refused to show your attraction to the boy.

"Hey," JJ muttered, feeling extremely nervous. You could decide to just walk away, and never want to speak to him again. JJ could feel his palms sweating, his stomach churning nervously. He was terrified of losing you completely, you were his everything. Maybe he had already lost you, the thought made him panic. Oh God, what if I've already lost her? Shit, I'm such a fucking idiot. "JJ?" you called, noticing he looked like his mind was elsewhere.

You raised your eyebrow at the boy, waiting for his explanation. "Shit, sorry. What did you say?" He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "I asked what all this is for?" You replied, pointing to the picnic. You were nervous beyond belief, not having seen him in a while. The person responsible for your broken heart, but the same person who made you feel so many emotions. You were conflicted on how to feel right now.

"I asked the gang to help me out, to set this whole thing up. I wanted to do something special as a way of helping me to apologise to you. Just give me like ten minutes to explain, please?" JJ begged, pulling at your heartstrings. He did all this for you, to say sorry. The least you could do was hear him out, so you agreed. JJ led you to the blanket, sitting down near each other.

You were curious as to why JJ did what he did, wondering why he had led you on the way he did. Did he want to hurt you in the end? You were sure not, he cared about you deeply. Surely he didn't intend to hurt you the way he had. You stared at him, giving him your full attention. JJ felt nervous, he had never fully opened up to anyone before. He tended to keep the full truth to himself, he'd never had a serious relationship before or someone that loved him as fully as you do.

"When I first noticed things were different between us, more than just friendship, I was terrified. I got scared, I've never had someone love me in the ways you do. You've never once judged me, you always stood by my side even when I would do some stupid shit." You both laughed at that part, remembering all the times you'd come to his aid, "you've always been my partner in crime, and you've always made sure I was taken care of. You see me for the real me, the me that I haven't shown anyone else, and that scared the shit out of me! So I did what I always do, I ran. I slept with that tourist that night of the party to push you away, I was scared you'd get tired of me and leave me like everyone seems to. And I know it's stupid! But I'm in love with you, I have been since that first day I met you. I'm a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner, but I just couldn't risk losing you." Once he'd finished explaining, you were shocked.

You couldn't believe that he had felt the same, for years! You could feel tears prick at your eyes, "why couldn't you have said this two weeks ago? You could have saved us both the heartache." You stressed, a single tear falling. JJ lifted his hand and wiped the tear away, you leaned into his touch. JJ shifted closer, pulling you to fully face him. Your knees were touching, making your stomach do flips.

"Please y/n, give me another chance to fix this. Give me the chance to make it up to you and love you. I need you." He begged, his eyes glossy. You contemplated your options, he was extremely sorry and set up this romantic picnic to apologise. He explained why he did it, although you were a bit pissed that he'd felt this way for years and didn't say anything. An idea popped up in your mind.

You smiled, "only if you tell me why you stormed out of the porch that day at the chateau." JJ instantly knew which day you were talking about, an annoyed expression forming. He groaned, "because we always sit together, so when I saw you all giggly and close to Pope, I got jealous. You two looked like you were getting really close, especially when we went out on the boat." He huffed, seeming to remember the memory in his mind.

You giggled, "you do realise, that me and Pope were bonding over our mutual issue of being in love with people who don't like us back. Well, at least I didn't think you did," you felt amused that JJ had been jealous of you and Pope. JJ looked at you in shock, realisation hitting him. I'm an idiot, he thought to himself. You both laughed together about it. "So does that mean that I get a second chance?" JJ asked, giving you a hopeful look. You bit your lip and nodded, "yes, you get a second chance." JJ happily pulled you into a hug, squeezing you gently. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. JJ's head relaxed into the crook of your neck, "God I missed you." He whispered, his arms tightening their grip on you.

You smiled into his shoulder, "I missed you too." You whispered, feeling JJ pull back. You looked into one another's eyes, he flicked between your lips and eyes. You both began leaning in until your lips touched. You were both apprehensive, being gentle and slow. Your lips moved perfectly in sync, picking up in speed quickly. JJ grabbed both sides of your face, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. You grabbed the hair on the back of his neck, pulling slightly, a groan leaving JJ. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist.

The kiss quickly became heated, "woooh! Finally!" You heard from afar, you both turned to look at your friends a distance away cheering you on. You and JJ laughed at your friends, shaking your heads. "Shall we enjoy this picnic?" JJ questioned, a big smile on his face. You smiled in return, "yes definitely." You nodded, looking at all the food and drinks he brought, all your favourites. "I love you y/n," JJ confessed with a smile, staring at you with such love and emotion. You felt your heart soar with happiness, "I love you too JJ Maybank, more than you'll know." JJ pulled you in once again with a passionate kiss.

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Hiya Zig!

What do ya think the poly lost boys would do if their S/O got jumped (deviate they hang around the boys and I’d imagine they’re not popular with everyone) and then the S/O tries to hide it?

Hope you’re doin good!

-♠️

Omg spade anon of course I can write about the vampires that fill my heart. I've never been in like a serious fight. I've gotten into like scraps with my siblings but never punches being thrown and shit like that. The ending is a bit rushed because I wanted to get this out for you but I hope you like this.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and violence against reader, strong language

It's been three days since the boys have seen you. They called every day and you made an excuse about being busy or getting sick and denied their offers of help. While on your way back home some people who aren't too fond of the boys jumped you and left you with nasty bruises and some cuts. The cuts have scabbed over but the bruises left behind are blue and purple all over. You know they'd never let you out of their sight again if they saw you like this.

You know you'll have to see them soon so you picked up some makeup from a drugstore and now you're sitting at your desk, looking over a makeup book on how to cover up bruises. You'd blame the cuts on getting attacked by a stray cat in your neighborhood. You're putting some conceler on a bruise on your neck. When a big gust of wind blows through your open window. The sun has just recently set about ten minutes ago so you thought to get in the last little bit of fresh air before it became dark. You put down the brush you're using to blend out the makeup and walk over to your window.

You go to pull it closed when a hand pulls it back open. You jump back but relax when you see who's hand it is. Marko's here and from what you hear so are the other boys.

"Jesus you scared me. What are you doing here?" You ask, stepping back to let them in.

"We came to check on you. What the hell happened to you? You're more bruises than actual skin." Marko asks. The other boys file in and you return to your desk. You grab the makeup again and start to apply it to on of the bruises on your neck.

"I got in a nasty accident while riding my actual bike ok? I'm fine." You say blending out the makeup. Paul and Marko have both taken seats on your bed. Dwayne and David are still standing, giving each other looks.

"We know that's a lie darling. What the hell actually happened." Dwayne asks. You huff a bit and focus on your refection.

"I'm serious I got in a nasty accident on my actual bike ok? I crashed into someone else and fell pretty hard on the concrete." You double down.

"You would've gotten scrapes instead of long cuts like that," David comments, "Who hurt you?" You focus on blending out the makeup instead of looking at the boys.

"I don't know who jumped me so I can't tell you."

"Well you should have told us as soon as it happened!" Paul almost shouts.

"I never meant to worry you ok? I'm fine now and if I ever see them again I'll let you guys know. Now if I can finish getting ready we can go out to the boardwalk." The boys all mumble their agreements and you go back to covering up your bruises.

Eventually you go out with the boys and head onto the board walk. They seem a bit more on guard than usual of course but you easily Pull Paul away to ease up a bit with you. You're enjoying your time with the boys tonight. You've pretty much forgotten about the soreness of your bruises while you watch Paul distract a carrnie as Marko steals you a stuffed animal. Eventually you went back to the cave with the boys.

You knew they weren't gonna let you go home tonight. They've gotta watch you so that nothing bad happens to you again. But you don't mind. You're too busy being cuddled up with four hot vampires.

[maevesheart]

yoooo if your requests are open can I request fluff prompt *shuts up the other with a kiss* Fred weasley x reader where they're at the burrow having a bit of an argument about freds reckless behaviour because she's afraid of him accidentally seriously hurting himself and all the weasley siblings are kinda just watching the drama unfold and Freds like woman chill neither me nor George has ran into any serious injury with our inventions and asks why she gets so hysterical about his safety and anyway and then she just kisses him infront of everyone to get him to stop his rambling but also as a kind of harbouring secret feelings confession

(I'm not sure if your requests are open or if you would want to write this so feel free to chuck it if you want just thought I'd ask cuz I'm in such a Fred weasley rut at the moment lol)

what about me?

FRED WEASLEY X FEM!READER

note: first request :’)))) also some clueless fred and lovesick reader ….. also forgot to post this yesterday for their bdays </3

Summary: Fred’s constant recklessness finally pushes you over the edge, and secret feelings are at last revealed.

WC: 1.5k

TW: blood, injury (??)

You felt like your head was going to explode.

Fred and George were up on their brand new brooms — that your family had gifted them — and were tossing gnomes to each other.

Molly and Arthur had left for the week, to go visit Charlie with Bill and Fleur.

Thus leaving you in charge, considering Molly didn’t trust the twins enough to give them control.

Harry and Hermione had also come for the weekend, and the rest of the summer holiday, joining you on the list of honorary almost-family members.

When Molly had kissed all of your cheeks and made sure there was more than enough food in the Burrow, she turned to Fred and George and said the same things she always did to them.

“Now boys, if Y/N tells me either of you have misbehaved at all, I’m taking away the brooms for the rest of holiday.”

They both nodded and answered at the same time, “We’ll be on our best behaviors, Mum.” Not forgetting the shit-eating grins either.

Both Fred and George knew you would never snitch; you loved them both far too much to ever get them in trouble.

Sure, you never agreed with what they did, but you would never spoil their fun. Unless, of course, it was dangerous.

And there you were, standing in the grass, with Harry and Ron, watching the two of them charm and toss and kick squirming garden gnomes to each other.

Both had the same goal, to knock the other off his broom. Neither had been successful thus far, but George had spun upside down a few moments ago.

“You two are going to get hurt!“ you yelled up to them, earning a loud laugh from Fred.

“Don’t fret, Y/N/N! The gnomes love us!” Fred smiled, before grunting and kicking a small and screaming gnome with all his strength.

You huffed and crossed your arms, shaking your head as Harry and Ron cheered them on.

Hermione and Ginny were inside finishing up their summer reading, something you had tried to get all the boys to do.

Of course, unsuccessful, but at least you tried.

Fred grabbed the large gnome by the grass coming off it’s head and swung it in circles above his head. George smiled and steadied himself, waiting to dodge the blow.

Fred too steadied himself, his biceps flexing as he brought his arm back and threw the thrashing creature as hard as he could.

It happened in slow motion, George’s eyes widening as he realized just how strong his twin was, and then the crash as the screaming gnome collided with George’s face.

Just as you were about to turn away from the boys and let them face their own pain, a loud yelp from Fred rang out, and George fell off his broom.

He lifted his hands off the broom in order to guard it, which he was too late for, and thus making himself lose balance.

He fell from his broom, and everyone froze as he dropped 30 feet down to the ground.

“Shit!” Fred cursed, diving down, hoping to soften George’s fall.

It was too late, and George landed on a bed of yellow flowers.

“George!” You yelped, rushing over to your best friends side. Ron and Harry followed closely behind, and Ginny and Hermione stuck their heads out Ginny’s window to watch.

“Fuck, George,” Fred sighed, dropping down to his side.

“Is he okay?” Ron asked as Harry and Fred hoisted George’s limp body up.

You quickly examined his body, a few cuts adorned his arms and then a gash along his temple. All would be curable; he was lucky he didn’t break any bones.

“Yeah, he’s just knocked out,” you sighed, your heart still racing.

“Ron, help Harry take him inside. I need to speak to Fred.” You said, rather harshly.

Ron nodded, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your wrath. Fred gave you a smile, hoping to calm your mood, but he could tell you were already raging.

“Y/N,” he started, reaching out to run your arm.

You moved it out of the way and narrowed your eyes at him. “Fred. I swear to God—“

“Please don’t yell…” he winced, waiting for the venom about to seep out of your mouth.

“Do you not think, like ever? Did you really expect that to go perfectly and both of you come out unharmed? Merlin, Fred, sometimes I don’t understand how I’m friends with you!”

At this point, you knew George was awake because you could hear his small remarks that he and Ron were sharing from the doorway.

You turned your head to the side and gave him a glare to shut him up, also seeing Ginny, Hermione, and Harry peeking to see the altercation going on outside.

You looked back to see Fred rolling his eyes, obviously not fully grasping the seriousness of the situation.

“Do you really not get it?!” You practically screamed at him.

All the twins did was worry you. It’s like they found a weird satisfaction in making you anxious, making you care for them.

But it seemed like Fred didn’t understand how much you truly cared for him.

So much that you willing messed up your mixture in Potions so he wouldn’t be alone in detentions.

When you told Flitwick that it was you who charmed the candlestick to hit Marcus Flint in the back of the head; just so Fred wouldn’t get another session of pain with Umbridge.

Or when you pretended to be into Cormac McLaggen, just so Fred and George could be allowed on the team again. Because, if Cormac wanted you on the team, that meant the twins had to be too.

He was so oblivious to it. To the lovesick look in your eyes whenever he was around. How you clung to his words.

Even the tiniest compliments he would give you drove you wild. Everyone knew. It wasn’t hard to tell.

But no. You were just Y/N and they were just Fred and George. Best friends. That’s all.

You were around to keep them in check, scold them when some of their “harmless” pranks went too far.

Fred would never see you the way you saw him… you had already told yourself to not let your feelings get in the way of every thing else.

Fred’s voice broke you out of your clouded thoughts.

“Everyone’s alright, Y/N. He’s fine. Im fine. You’re fine. Where’s the issue?” He scoffed, enjoying seeing you all worked up.

You didn’t respond, but Fred could tell how frustrated you were getting. So, of course, he decided to egg you on (the most reasonable thing to do, obviously).

“I don’t know why you worry so much, we always end up okay.” He became calmer now, trying to get you to do the same.

“You don’t understand,” you started.

“What happens one day when it goes too far? When you don’t wake up? What happens then?” You could feel yourself reaching the breaking point.

The strain in your voice was obvious. Fred knew you were upset, but he didn’t realize how emotional you were over this.

“Y/N,”

“What about me?” You choked out. Your voice finally betraying you.

A confused look overcame his face. Behind you, Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look, and George smiled. You finally admitted.

Ron opened his mouth to ask Ginny what it meant, but Fred beat him to it.

“You? What? What do you —“

Not being able to bare the space between the two of you anymore, you leaned forwards and got onto your tiptoes before planting your lips onto his.

He stumbled back, causing you two to break apart, your eyes widened after realizing what you had done, but his reflexes were faster.

He pulled you back into his large frame, and wrapped his toned arms around your back, securing you tightly to his body.

Your lips met again, and molded together flawlessly. It was like they were sculpted to fit the other perfectly.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for forever,” Fred sighed against your soft lips, running one of his calloused hands through your hair.

All you did was nod, putting both of your hands on his cheeks, securing him in place.

A loud cheer from behind you two caused you to pull apart. Turning around, you were met with a grinning George, a clapping Harry and the two girls sending you knowing smiles.

Ron was looking between you two, awfully confused. “How did you do that, Fred? She was screaming at you and then you were practically sucking her face off!”

Fred chuckled at his younger brother’s awkwardness, “You’ll learn one day, Ronniekins,”

Ron, not appreciating the nickname, rolled his eyes and huffed.

After you all stopped laughing, Fred placed a hand on the small of your back and led you into the Burrow, before pulling you onto the couch, and re-attaching his lips to yours.

“Oi! Get a room!” Ron loudly interrupted, earning a pillow to the face from Fred.

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