#listen if I'm sitting still in my house i have blankets everywhere

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

Suddenly remembering I have friends coming over within a couple hours and they keep their house at a balmy 'you'll be sweating if you wear a long sleeve shirt' and my house is somewhere south of 'layer some socks or you'll get frostbite'

Guess I should turn the furnace on now and try to find a comfortable temperature somewhere in the middle

[stylesispunk]

'The other side of the door'

Not outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel is giving you the silent treatment until you come back home hurt, and he wasn't there.

w.c: idk.

warnings: angst, miscommunication, mentions of a broken arm, fluff.

a/n: this is me after having an outburst about not writing again. If this flops I will have another one and I'll take a break forever. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 💌

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

It was 2 a.m., and you were sobbing on the cold bathroom floor like a little girl, asking for her mother to kiss the tears away. The pain on your now broken arm was unbearable, but the stillness in your heart was worse, enveloped in a shirt that belonged to your brother-in-law instead of your boyfriend because he didn’t pick up the phone after the officers called him.

Instead, Tommy picked you up, rushing to you the moment he saw you by the ambulance with a sling around your left side and a bandage on your forehead.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Where is Joel?” He said something, touching your face for some sort of answer, but you stopped listening to him after Joel’s name was mentioned.

“I don’t know where Joel is.” You said it monotonously.

Tommy's face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. "It's going to be alright; we'll find him," he said, though his voice trembled with uncertainty.

“He didn’t pick up the phone,” you said again. “He hasn’t talked to me in a week, Tommy.”

“My brother can be grumpy sometimes; you know him,” he said, trying to find a way to make you smile, but you felt just ashamed.

You didn’t mean to be hit by a car on the on the way home, but everything happened so fast, and your mind was everywhere but focused on the road ahead of you.

“What if I call him?” he offered.

“He turned off the phone after my call,” you said, standing up slowly with the help of the paramedic.

Tommy helped you into the backseat of his truck, making sure you were secure before he slid into the driver’s seat. The drive to your house was quiet, save for your occasional wince of pain and Tommy’s sighs of worry. He kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, his concern evident.

Once home, Tommy guided you inside, supporting your weight gently. He settled you on the couch and handed you a glass of water. "You need to rest," he said softly. "I’m sure you both will figure this out in the morning."

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue. The pain in your arm was a constant reminder of the accident, but the ache in your heart was a dull, persistent throb. You clutched Joel’s shirt tighter around you, its familiar scent providing a small comfort.

“Do you want me to stay here and beat him once he arrives?” He asked jokingly, making you smile for a mere second.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” you said, managing a weak smile despite the situation. “But thank you, Tommy.”

He chuckled softly, sitting down beside you. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Joel can be stubborn, but he loves you. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but sleep was still a distant hope.

Tommy stayed with you for a little while longer, making sure you were comfortable. He adjusted the pillows around you and tucked the blanket more securely. "You should get some sleep," he said gently. "I'll stay until you do."

You nodded, too tired to argue, but you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. You tried to focus on the comforting presence of Tommy, the warmth of Joel's shirt, and the hope that things would be better in the morning.

Eventually, Tommy rose from the couch. "I'm going to head out now. You can call me if you need anything, okay?"

You managed a small nod. "Thanks, Tommy. I really appreciate it."

He gave you a reassuring smile, though the worry never left his eyes. "Get some rest. We’ll figure everything out in the morning." He squeezed your shoulder gently before heading to the door.

You listened to the sound of the door closing and the silence that followed. The house felt impossibly quiet and empty. The weight of the evening pressed down on you, and tears welled up in your eyes again.

There was Joel’s shirt on the couch, and you clutched it tighter with your left arm, breathing in the faint scent of him. The memories of the accident replayed in your mind—the screeching tires, the impact, the confusion. But what hurt the most was Joel’s absence, his phone turned off, and the uncertainty of where he was or why he hadn’t answered.

You stood up, walking upstairs towards your and Joel’s bedroom, but instead of lying on the bed, you walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, and slid down, sitting on the floor. Tears began to flow down your cheeks.

Joel wasn't home. Now that you needed him, he was out somewhere, still avoiding you.

You sat on the cold bathroom floor, your back against the door, and let the tears flow freely. The pain in your arm was nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You felt abandoned, hurt, and utterly alone.

As the minutes passed, you lost track of time, consumed by the overwhelming sadness. The sound of your sobs echoed off the tiled walls, and you didn’t hear the faint sound of a key turning in the front door or the footsteps on the stairs.

Joel moved through the house with a growing sense of urgency, the emptiness and silence amplifying his fear. It wasn't until he stepped inside the bedroom that he heard you wiping from the bedroom.

Gently, he opened the door and saw you sitting on the cold floor, clutching to your own arm and sobbing uncontrollably. The sight broke his heart, and he immediately kneeled beside you, his presence startling you from your sorrow.

"What the hell happened?" he asked softly, ignoring your plea. He didn’t understand why you were this hurt when, in the morning, you were perfectly fine.

"Go." You whispered, ashamed of yourself for being hurt and crying.

"Now you want to talk?" you asked, standing up carefully and using the wall for support.

Joel reached out to steady you, his touch gentle but firm. "Please, just tell me what happened," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "I was hit by a car on my way home. It happened so fast, and I was so scared. The officers called you, but you didn't answer. Tommy came instead."

Joel's face paled, his eyes widening with shock and guilt. "I had no idea. My phone died, and I was out of town.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the hurt and anger you felt couldn’t be ignored. "You haven't talked to me in a week, Joel. I needed you, and you weren't there."

Joel's shoulders slumped, and he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry. I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you because of it. Please, let me make it right."

You looked at him, and the regret was evident on his face. It mirrored your own feelings, and slowly, the anger began to melt away, replaced by a longing for things to be better. "I just needed you," you repeated, your voice trembling.

Joel took a step closer, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm here now. I promise, I’ll never let you down again.”

"You didn't seem to care about me for the last week, Joel."

"Lo—"

"Don't you dare call me that now. I'm mad at you," you interrupted, your eyes flashing with anger.

Joel looked stricken, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words. "I know I messed up. I know I've been distant, and I'm so sorry. But please believe me, I do care about you more than anything."

You took a step back, needing space to think and process everything. "If you care so much, why did you ignore me? Why did you shut me out over missing dinner?"

His heart broke at the sight of you, staring away from him with dried tears on your cheeks. He didn't have words left to make this better, nor a way to ask for forgiveness or soothe your heart after breaking it without real intention behind it.

He was angry at you for missing the dinner, and he wanted to get it back at you.

But this? This wasn't what he wanted.

"I can't say how sorry I am," Joel continued, his voice cracking.

"Well, don't say it then," you snapped back.

"Love—"

“No! I'm tired, and everything hurts. My arm is broken, and I feel so humiliated right now. I just want to go to sleep,” you cried out, the words pouring out in a torrent of emotion.

"Okay, let me help you,” he said, reaching out to touch your shoulder, but you stepped back from him.

"No, everything you have done for the past week makes me cry," you said, the weight of your words hanging in the air. "You make me cry," you sobbed into your hand, trying to sweep the tears away.

Lifting your gaze, you looked at Joel, who seemed to be conflicted. His brown eyes, now glassy with unshed tears, almost made you give in.

"Could you please sleep in the guest room tonight?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's face fell, but he nodded slowly, understanding the need for space. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll be in the guest room. If you need anything, anything at all, just call me."

You nodded, too drained to respond further. Joel hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room, the weight of his footsteps heavy on the floor. As he reached the bedroom, he turned towards you.

“Do you want to know why I was so mad at you for missing that dinner?” He asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of regret and vulnerability.

You looked at him, the exhaustion and pain making it hard to process everything, but you nodded slightly, curious despite yourself.

Joel took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “It wasn’t just about the dinner. It was because I had planned to ask you to marry me that night.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with emotion. You stared at him, the weight of his confession taking a moment to sink in. You felt your heart beating so fast.

“Joel,” you started, your voice trembling. “I had no idea.”

“I know,” he said softly. “And that’s on me. I should have talked to you instead of shutting you out. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry for everything.”

The revelation left you feeling even more conflicted. The pain of the past week, the accident, and now this. You didn’t know how to respond, so you simply nodded, feeling the tears welling up again.

Joel took a step back, giving you space, but not without planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, just next to the bandage. “Goodnight,” he said gently, before turning and walking to the guest room.

After that, you lay down, clutching Joel's pillow tightly against your chest, the familiar scent providing a small comfort amidst the chaos of your emotions. As you closed your eyes, the weight of the day slowly began to lift.

The night dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. You tossed and turned in bed, unable to find comfort. The weight of Joel's confession and the emotional turmoil of the past week kept you from sleeping peacefully. The silence of the house was deafening, and the pain in your arm felt almost secondary to the ache in your heart.

Around 3 a.m., unable to bear the loneliness any longer, you decided to go to the guest room. Moving slowly and carefully, you made your way down the hallway, each step mindful of your broken arm. The pain was a constant reminder of the day’s events, but the burning desire to be near Joel overpowered it.

You opened the guest room door quietly, the creak of the hinges making you wince slightly. Joel was lying on the bed, his back turned to you. You carefully slipped into the room, trying not to disturb him too much. The guest bed was slightly too small, but you managed to settle in beside him, positioning yourself so as not to jostle your arm too much.

Joel stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, his gaze shifting to you. Confusion and surprise crossed his face as he saw you lying next to him. He sat up, pushing himself on one elbow, his brow furrowed in concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You shifted slightly to face him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t sleep... I needed to be close to you.”

Joel’s eyes softened, and he reached out carefully, his hand brushing against your cheek. “Are you okay? Does your arm hurt?”

“It hurts,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I just needed to be near you, to feel like everything might be okay.”

Joel nodded, understanding the depth of your need. “I’m sorry for everything,” he said again, though his tone was gentler this time. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’ll do everything I can to make it right. Please, just let me be here for you.”

You reached out and took his hand, feeling curiosity creeping up. “About the proposal,” you began. “Are you planning to ask me soon?”

Joel's eyes softened, and he looked at you with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “I was planning to ask you that night,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with regret. “But now I don’t feel like I deserve you.”

You searched his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

Joel took a deep breath, his expression serious yet tender. “Now, I want to make sure we’re in a good place before I ask you. I want it to be right, and I don’t want to rush into it just to fix things. But I can’t deny that I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

You smiled softly in the darkness, your heart swelling with emotion. “I would love for you to ask me now,” you whispered.

Joel chuckled softly, a sound that was warm and comforting in the quiet of the night. “Even with the broken arm?” he asked, his voice light with affection.

You nodded, your smile widening. “Even with the broken arm, I know we have things to work through, but I’d still say yes.”

Joel’s laughter was gentle, filled with relief and affection. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Alright, then. I promise that when the time is right, I’ll ask you properly. For now, let’s focus on getting better and being here for each other.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t need a fancy proposal in a fancy restaurant, Joel. I just want you,” you said softly.

Joel’s expression softened even more, his hand gently stroking your hair. “And you have me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “No matter what, I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together, and when the time is right, we’ll take the next step together too.”

You let out a small, playful sigh. “Okay, if there isn’t a ring on my breakfast tomorrow, I’ll be mad,” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Joel laughed softly, the sound a comforting balm to your troubled heart. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his tone light but warm.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady and sincere. “So, would you like to marry me?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for a response.

The question hung in the air, tender and unexpected. You looked at him, your heart swelling with emotion. The warmth and love you felt in that moment made it clear that you were ready to take that next step.

With a smile that spoke of both relief and joy, you nodded. “Yes, Joel. I would love to marry you.”

Joel’s face lit up with a mixture of happiness and relief. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you with tenderness to avoid hurting your broken arm. “I’m so glad,” he murmured into your hair. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”

You snuggled closer to him, the sense of security and love filling you with a peaceful calm. As you closed your eyes, the laughter and playful banter gave way to a hopeful, contented sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his presence and the promise of a future together.

[thisismeracing]

oooh lewis + holiday + angst(?) 👀

congratulations on 1k bb! i love your writing btw from fellow brasileira

Holiday | LH44

⸺ the one where you are ready to settle down and go back to your home country, but Lewis is not. ✓ mentions of breakup and feeling homesick.

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When Yn left to pursue her dream she had barely reached the age of twenty-one. The world was fairly new to her and there were so many things to experience and discover.

Ten years later she felt like she had seen a bit of everything. She was aware that there were infinite possibilities of things to see around, but at that point, she wanted to settle for a bit. She was tired of traveling non-stop and all the different languages she had to use. She missed feeling when speaking, and how one word would bring a thousand memories, because speaking in English, German, or Spanish, would be it: just speaking. But speaking in Portuguese would always be communicating exactly everything she felt and wanted others to feel. Speaking in Portuguese was using the word "Saudade" and remembering how it felt to whisper that to her grandmother every weekend as if they were apart for years when in reality they hadn't seen each other for only five days. Speaking in Portuguese was asking for "Cafuné" and getting her hair messed by her mom, who would look down at her lying on the sofa, and caress her shoulders, somehow getting a bit of the weight for her too. Sharing the pain of missing someone they used to see every weekend. Speaking in Portuguese, more than just speaking was going back to the past in a homesick way that would make you feel warm and cared for. It was feeling whole, and right now, Yn felt in pieces.

"What's up, honey?" Lewis asked, sitting beside Yn and handing her a hot cocoa mug.

She grabbed the mug using both hands and shook her head staring at the foam, but they had been together for over three years and Lewis knew exactly when she was lying or dodging a conversation, so he made himself comfortable on the couch and brought Yn closer, kissing the top of her head. The warmth of his body and clothes made her tears finally spill.

"I'm cold," she choked, and he furrowed his brows. "I'm cold and I'm never this cold when I spend Christmas in Brazil. And it's playing Michael Bubblé, but my grandma would always listen to Roberto Carlos," the tears were freely drifting down her face, smudging her makeup and blurring her vision.

"We can spend Christmas there next year, babe, it's n-"

"I wanna spend every day there, Lewis!" She got up, dropping the small blanket that was on top of her legs. She cried harder looking around the empty house. His family would show up any minute, and some friends would probably do too, but her mom and her dad wouldn't. Her childhood friends wouldn't. Nothing that reminded her of home would. "I'm tired of flying nonstop, working from my computer, and having all my coworkers be online colleagues. I'm tired of the taste of the food everywhere we go because none of them tastes like the food my dad would do... I think I saw enough of the world, I wanna settle down, and...I wanna the safety of home." She blurted out.

Lewis listened to everything from his spot and he almost heard his own heartbreaking when she spoke about home as if her hometown was her home and not him. Because to him, she was her home.

“But- I’m not even close to retiring, I still have so much in me,” he mumbled, eyes cast down. He knew they could make it work with her living in a different country, but it would be exhausting. It wouldn't be giving their love the chance it deserved, but rather turning it into heartbreak.

“I know,” she nodded, feeling her heart clench even more. When their eyes met they knew exactly what it meant. They silently agreed to step back.

For Yn, speaking about “Christmas” would never be like whispering "feliz natal" while Roberto Carlos played in the background of the house. And now, for Lewis, speaking about Christmas would always be remembering how heartbreak felt like after you thought you found home.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: That was a bit self-indulged, I have to confess. But aaa Im happy you’re liking it in here *mwah* I hope this brazilian!reader angsty reached to your expectations.

I hope y’all like it too!! Don’t forget to reblog and leave me a comment 💗

[phantomdoofer]

Chapter 11: Bella Giornata

Giuseppe sat up from... wait, where am I? Ugh. My head. My BACK. He stood, stretching as his back painfully realigned with a series of loud clicks. He looked around. Oh, I'm still at Peppino's apartment. Guess I fell asleep. He groaned as various muscles and joints complained, especially his neck. What you get for falling asleep on a table, old man. He smiled a little. Good company makes the time fly. He glanced at the couch - Peppino was snoring, one arm thrown over his eyes, tangled in a blanket. He really needs a bed at his age. Maybe I can talk him into splurging on himself for once. He snorted quietly. Listen to me, I've got a whole house to set up and I went and got smashed instead. He went to the faucet, poured himself a full glass of water, and chugged it down. His stomach churned at the sudden weight. Not good on an empty stomach, but the hangover's still worse.

He heard a groan from the couch. Giuseppe grinned, filled another glass, and walked to the couch. Peppino dragged himself to a sitting position, clutching his head. "Ay, porca puttana, it feels-a like my head is full of-a razor blades." Giuseppe proffered the glass. "Grazie." Peppino downed it and made a face. "Ugh. I'd-a forgotten what the morning after was like. I have to get ready. What time is it?"

Giuseppe looked at the clock. "Looks like about 0730. You open at 1000, right? Plenty of time."

Peppino stood up. "Not-a when you have a ball of cats fighting in your head. Next time, fratello, let's-a keep it a little lighter."

Giuseppe gently punched Peppino's arm. "You've turned into a lightweight! But that's a good thing, in your case." He opened the refrigerator and bent to look. "You have anything here for breakfast? We'd both be better for some food."

Peppino shook his head. "Sorry, I-a normally pick something up on the way. Wasn't expecting to spend-a the evening drinking."

Giuseppe stood, then regretted the motion as his own head throbbed alarmingly. He grabbed his head. "Agh. No problem. I should get going anyway. I need to actually set up my place."

"You-a want some help later? I could-a come by."

Giuseppe waved a hand. "I should be done by the time you get off, really. It's mostly decorating. Grazie nonetheless."

"Of course, Seppe." Peppino moved towards the bathroom. "Feel free to come by if you want anyway."

"All right. See you later, Pino." He moved towards the door.

"Seppe, wait. I nearly forgot." Peppino moved jerkily towards a table to the side, grabbed a small package, and handed it to Giuseppe. "Here. This is-a for you, from Mama. Don't open it til-a you get everything set up." He smiled. "I promise, it'll-a be worth it."

Giuseppe looked at the small flat object, wrapped in plain brown paper. "What is it?"

Peppino grinned wider. "You'll-a see. You'll like it."

Giuseppe nodded. "All right fratellino, be mysterious. I'll message you later." He left.

Peppino had thought long and hard about how to present their Papa's note to Giuseppe, and this had presented a perfect opportunity. Hope it helps him as much as it did me.

~~~~

Peppino pulled his scooter up in front of the pizzeria. Merda, forgot to stop for food. He looked across the street at Noisette's. Well, no one's complained in a while. Maybe it'll be safe... he chained up the scooter and walked into the cafe.

Being midmorning, it was still pretty busy. The smells of coffee and pastries drifted everywhere, and it smelled delicious. Noisette bounced up from behind the counter. "Peppino!! You finally decided to stop in! I'm so excited!!" She clasped her hands and smiled hugely.

"S-sì, Noisette," Peppino stammered, "I need something to pick me up. W-what's-a on the menu today?"

Her eyes practically shone. "Why, Peppino, I've got JUST the thing!" She spun around and grabbed a tray of lurid orange pastries. "Because it's getting cool, I decided to try to make some pumpkin pastries!" She held the tray out - Peppino saw they were vaguely pumpkin-shaped, with a gap-toothed grin and triangle eyes picked out delicately in brown frosting. "Everyone's been talking about them! Try one!"

Peppino picked one up in slight trepidation. Just because they're talking about them doesn't mean they're good! But at this point she'd probably cry if he declined, and as annoying as she might be sometimes, he didn't want that. Here goes. He took a huge bite and chewed.

The delicate spices tingled his tongue, just a bit of pumpkin flavor lacing the taste. It was sweet, but not overpowering. The frosting added a bit of a sour bite. Wonder what that is? Maybe lemon? The pastry was flaky and just a little salty, just as it should be. Peppino smiled, genuinely impressed.

Noisette was grinning from ear to ear. "You like it?"

He looked down at her. "It's really good, actually. Reminds-a me of pumpkin pie, but drier." He pointed day the tray. "Can I get three? And a black coffee?"

"Of course! Right up!" Noisette spun and went to work, while a sleepy-looking pig-lady bagged the pastries. Shortly Peppino was outside, Noisette's cheerful farewell following him out. He chewed on another pastry. Guess she's got a talent for coffee and pastries! Feeling much more himself, he unlocked the pizzeria's door. "Hey Fake, I've-a got something for you to try!"

~~~~

Apparently the pastries had been a big hit, because many of Peppino's customers all day had come in bearing coffee and a bag full of bright orange goodies. It hadn't slowed down the pizza orders, though. In fact, Peppino was actually getting a bit concerned he was going to run out of supplies. The weather had people in a good mood, and Peppino admitted he was no exception. Gustavo had been even more chipper all day. Fake had asked if there was a chance they could try adding to the menu, something Peppino was hesitant about. But if he's part Bruno, it should be good stuff. As long as he doesn't put bugs in it or something. So he'd agreed to a few small trials - nothing fancy. The lanky clone had loped happily off to get supplies. Even Brick was happy, outside getting pets from passerby.

"Hey, Fat Man!"

Figlio de puttana, I knew it was too good to be true!

The Noise has slipped in and was sitting across from him at the counter, grinning toothily. Peppino sighed. "What is it, Noise?"

Noise leaned forward and spoke in a stage whisper. "Heard you like 'sette's pastries."

Peppino leaned back. This is... unusually friendly for Noise. I think. "Sì, actually, they're really good. Why?"

Noise looked uncomfortable. "I, uh... I was thinkin' of doin' some advertising for her on NTV. Y'know, some ads, so on. But, I know people talked about her... uh, early stuff." He growled, and looked like he was grinding his teeth.

Peppino crossed his arms and tried not to look smug at the little gremlin's discomfiture. He was curious. What has he got up that ridiculous sleeve?

Finally, Noise bit his words out. "Yer name's got weight now, Spaghetti. Not just here. Lotta people know you took down Pizzahead. I was... hopin'..." he growled, as if it hurt him to even say it, "maybe you could... endorse her, a bit."

Peppino's eyebrows practically shot off his head. "Y-you... want me... to endorse her?" He was trying really hard not to laugh. Not for Noise's sake - he'd laugh in the little stronzo's face any day of the week. But Noisette had always been nice to him, so he gave it some thought. "Why not you? You're the-a big-shot executive, after all."

Noise actually looked even more uncomfortable. "That's the problem. People'll see it as favoritism and ignore it if I do it. But you, you got clout now. If you's says it, people'll listen."

Peppino thought about it. Do people really know about me?

Suddenly a customer, a young woman, nearby spoke. "Excuse me, Mr. Spaghetti, sorry to butt in, but I gotta say, he's got a point. I didn't even know about this place until you took down that Tower. Now I drive here from La Crosta at least once a week. She does make good stuff. If you say it, it'll definitely help her out." Several other customers nodded and murmured agreement.

Noise looked at him, more businesslike than Peppino was used to. "Listen to 'em, Spaghetti. Tell ya what. I'll sweeten the deal. I'll record some bits for yer pizzeria and show 'em for free for a while. I'll get my people on it. What do ya say?"

Peppino was shocked by the offer. He's very serious about this. He smirked inside. But I can't let him just get it all his way... "Tell-a you what," he said, "I'll do it if you run my bits during your show every day for a year. And-a you don't call me Baldy or Fat or anything-a else derogatory til after-a Christmas. Bene?"

Noise looked ready to bite a hole in the counter, but held out his hand. "Deal." They shook hands - Peppino was surprised not to get a joy-buzzer. The customers clapped and went back to their own conversations.

Peppino took his hand back. "No pranks, no-a jokes? You really are-a serious."

Noise looked down. "I, uh. Just want to look out for my lady, is all."

Peppino smiled a genuine smile. "Maybe you're not-a all bad, Noise."

Noise hissed and waved his hands. "Shaddap, shaddap! I got's a rep to maintain!" He slid a card across the counter. "There's my people's number. They'll get with you soon to set everything up." He hopped off the stool and turned, then turned back. "Er. Um... thanks, fa-ahem, Spaghetti." He scrambled out the door.

Peppino stared in disbelief as the Noise ran out of sight. He reached down and pinched himself just to be sure. Will wonders never cease.

Later that night, as Peppino was closing up the shop, his phone buzzed with a message. He looked down and grinned: Giuseppe. He clicked on it.

You sneaky son of a bitch. You were right. I did like it. Screw you for making me cry like that. And thank you.

Peppino smiled and laughed. He texted back: You're welcome, fratello. Glad you liked it.

~~~~

A few days later, the local businesses had decided to have a Trick-or-treat event, and Peppino had decided to participate. He'd baked up some dessert pizzas and was handing out slices. Gustavo had made up a batch of various candies, Fake had made some little frog-shaped tarts, and Noisette had baked a cornucopia of sweets up too. Everyone was in costume - Peppino had decided to do his classic bedsheet ghost (he'd actually wanted to do something else but the local kids had begged him), and Gustavo had shown up dressed as Gerome. Fake had just shapeshifted to look like they were wearing a frog outfit. Peppino looked across the way and saw Noisette handing out little bags, her Moon Bunny outfit sparkling. Despite himself, Peppino was enjoying the whole thing. The kids were asking for stories from him just as much as the sweets, and he found he was happy to oblige. Even though some of their parents probably sported a few bruises from the experiences he described. Hope there's no hard feelings...

After the sun had set, Noisette had thrown a party at the Cafe, and she'd invited the whole crew. Noise was up on the counter, being himself; Vigi was nursing a coffee, looking outlandish in a cow costume; Pepperman had painted himself with what looked like some painting of a person screaming. There were a lot of other patrons there, dressed in a variety of outfits. There were even a few Pizzaheads, some so realistic Peppino had nearly had a heart attack when he saw the first one. Then they'd started talking and a totally different voice came out, and he laughed at himself.

Peppino and Gustavo sat with Brick in the corner - Brick kept blowing on a party squeaker that no one remembered giving her.

Gus looked up at Peppino. "Nice to have some fun and quiet for once."

Peppino found himself smiling. "Yeah. It's-a nice. I could-a get used to this."

Suddenly Noise reached behind the counter and slammed a speaker beside him.

"ALLLLL RIGHT FOLKS, IT'S KARAOKE TIIIIIME!"

Gustavo grabbed Peppino's arm and started to drag him to the counter. Peppino laughingly protested. "Gus, no, stop! You know I have-a the singing voice of a cat having a hairball!"

Gustavo grinned hugely. "Ah, give it up Pep! Just relax and have fun! You're among friends here!"

Peppino looked around at the partygoers. Friends? At least half of these people tried to kill me! Of course, they apologized later...

He stood up. "Maybe just-a one song."

Gustavo grinned and dragged him to the counter.

[willowsplinters]

3am

I want to dance in a quiet kitchen at 3am with my best friend, because we can't sleep but we don't want to do anything else.

I want to "watch a movie" with you on a rainy day, we both know that we aren't watching the movie but we won't turn it off because it's warm here on the couch, with you.

I want to rush about the house because I woke up late and the dryer never finished and I forgot to feed the cat and I haven't made my coffee yet and I can't find my keys and there you are, standing in the kitchen doorway with a blanket around your shoulders watching me run around like a madman, but I won't care that I'm late because I made sure that I kissed you goodbye.

I want to wipe your tears away when the world gets to you again, because I want to make up for all of the times I wasn't there to do it.

I want my ribs to hurt from laughing because you keep making that face and oh my god I can't breathe from how hard I'm laughing and there's tears in my eyes but I wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

I want to stand with you in the bathroom, holding your hand because after all these years, you still hate needles, but I'll be there telling you that you've got this; you've done this before, you can do it again.

I want to stay in bed with you because it's Saturday, we don't have to do anything today, the curtains are closed, the cat is sitting just past our feet, one of your hands is on my thigh, the other is intertwined with mine between us. I can't see your face but I know that you aren't asleep, I'm warm and I never want to wake up.

I want to stand with you in the corner because there's a lot of people here and it's loud and I'm on my second lemonade and I can feel my shirt tag and my earbuds are in the car and someone else just got here and the music's loud and we've been here for 53 minutes and my phone battery is at 56 percent and it's loud and you just grabbed my hand and we're leaving? oh my god we're leaving, thank you Love.

I want to lay with you on the living room floor on a Thursday evening and I want to whisper to you about my day and I want you to whisper back about yours and then I just want to lazily kiss you because I can and we aren't in a rush and you'd kiss me back because you know it too.

I want to watch you making dinner because you're listening to music and you're having the time of your life singing along and you haven't noticed that I'm watching you so I want to sneak up and give you a hug from behind and I'd scare you in the process but it'd be funny and I'd apologize by kissing you everywhere on your face.

I want to laugh with you, I want to cry with you.

I want to kiss you soft and sweet, hard and fast.

I want to be sick with you, and angry with you.

I want to share our lives.

I want to love you.

I want to love you in this life and every single one before and after.

and I want you to love me too.

I want to dance in a quiet kitchen at 3am with my best friend because we can't sleep but we love each other so it'll be okay.

[the-fiction-witch]

Toys

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet af

Concept Sorting Toys

I headed up the staircase with a flat unformed box under my arm and a roll of tape in my hand, I hopped across the landing and in through the little white door covered in pastel flowers seeing the sweet Pastel pink walls, glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling, the sweet white and pink flower blind as well as the silky pink curtains, the wooden floor with the large flower rug on the floor, the large wooden loft bed with a pink princess tower and canopy hung from the ceiling, the bed made with her cute unicorn bedsheets, the bed so full of plush toys you almost couldn't see the blankets and pillows, under her loft bed was piles and piles of toys somewhere under it was a dollhouse not sure where as I couldn't even see it, the tall pink wardrobe in the corner with the white chest of draws beside it, and then the little wooden play cupcake shop pushed up to the dresser to look built into the wall, on every single surface flat enough where shiny unicorn and rainbow stickers and everywhere that could balance one sat some kind of toy. She stood at her Cafe putting plastic food into the fake oven, in her unicorn slippers, rainbow tights, neon pink dress and marching bow in her blonde hair as she is happily plaid despite the fact that on the floor leant against her bed's ladder was a very frustrated Thomas with an empty box beside him, in his red socks, black skinny jeans, red long sleeve shirt that had been pulled to his elbows, his hair a mess and what I'm going to guess it some kind of sticky or clip pink bow in his hair too. 

"How's it going up here then?" I smiled 

He didn't say a word merely glaring at me and letting out an intense nose sigh and I guess that was my cue to help. 

"Aurora sweetie, what are you up to?" I asked

"Making cookies," she says 

"Lovely but remember we said that next week we're all moving to our nice big house. And that you need to be making some decisions on what toys you wanna take to the new house?" I asked her 

"Daddy's doing it"

"Yes Daddy can do it, but Daddy needs your help too," I told her and she went over to sit with Thomas for a moment while I formed a new box 

"Right, Bunny? we want bunny?"  he suggested offering her the stuffed bunny 

"Mr floppy Ears," she says pulling the plush into her chest 

"Okay we keep Mr floppy Ears, what about this little teddy bear?" he asked her and she merely took him into her arms too "Okay what about this little penguin?" he asked and she added that too her arms now dropping the bunny her little arms where so full "Aurora I know you love all your toys but we've moving remember, going to or nice new big house, you have far too many toys," he told her but she was having none of it and soon enough she got bored of his suggestions and sorting and she found something else to be distracted by, going and playing with her Xylophone. "Aurora," he sighed but she wasn't listening "Aurora." Still nothing "hey." He complained "Aurora Sangster Listen to your father," he asked her rather forcefully but still she ignored him  "Do not ignore me" He warned but nothing 

"Aurora sweetie," I told her and she immediately looked up "I need you to pick a teddy to send to the charity shop"

"But I like all my teddies"

"I know you do I know, but you have so many they don't fit in your bed for cuddles. All your non-bed teddies get sad and scared at night because they can't be with you" I told her "Don't you want to give them one last big hug and give them to some nice children who maybe don't have any teddies to cuddle with? won't that be nice for Mr floppy Ears, to go somewhere he'll get cuddles every night, maybe more bunny friends to play with?" 

"Okay" she sighed giving the rabbit a hug and putting it in the bag to give away "Daddy can do the rest" She smiled trying to run away  but he caught her

"I can but you need to help me, Daddy's very silly and you don't want Daddy putting some of your toys in the wrong boxes?" he told her giving her head a kiss and sitting her on his leg 

"Okay" she smiled sitting on his leg and they slowly went through her toys even if she did need a bit of encouragement to get rid of some of them and had been caught more than once sneaking toys out of the giveaway bag and into the packing box 

"Okay, next up what about this collection of mystery slime-pooping animal figures you begged for every time we went shopping and have not touched since you opened them"

"I wanted the unicorn"

"I know You wanted the Unicron but as I told you every time we went to the store and every time you begged and cried for one, it's a mystery you don't know what in it you might get one you don't want. and these are all the ones you didn't want so can we get rid-" He began but I glared "Rehome them with someone else?" 

"Okay"

"Okay? all of them?"

"Yeah"

"Good girl," he told her even though it was kinda hard to watch him get rid of them, given she had collected so many and they were so damn expensive, so many store meltdowns and now they just tumble into the donate bag. But it was progress very expensive progress. "Okay let's keep this going, Barbie helicopter?"

"Charity"

"Excellent, Barbie mermaid?"

"Charity"

"Okay barbie camping set?"

"Charity"

"Good good, Barbie… uhhh not sure but she has had a boob job"

"Thomas!" I snapped 

"What?" He asked "your telling me this is not the body of a woman who has had more then one procedure? Her boobs are so plastic they don't even move" 

"That's just what Barbie looks like now"

"Hu. I swear my sister's Barbie's had way better boobs"

"No Thomas you were just a teenage boy"

"Good point. I'd have stared at anything with boobs. I was once late to school because of a particularly tight dressed princess on a cereal box" he explained "you wanna get rid of Barbie?"

"Yeah" she nods going back to her cafe

"It's a bloodbath of Barbie today" I laughed 

"I don't like barbie" she says as she works 

"Fair enough" I shrug  

"What about this uhhh spelling bot?" He asked her and she shrugged not overly bothered Thomas gave it a test to make sure it even still worked pressing one of the buttons 

"E" It yelled and he pressed another one "J" it yelled immediately a smile creeped onto his face "hey y/n?" He whispered

"Yes?" I asked as I was still packing her clothes 

"B.O.O.B.S" It yelled

"Hehehe it says boobs" he giggled

"Really Thomas? Really?"

"B.O.O.B.I.E.S" he typed and giggled away

"God damnit Thomas." I sighed "it's for ages two and up"

"I mean… I am ages two and up just way way up"

"Put it in the charity bag."

"Fine" he sighed putting it away continuing to go though the mountain of toys even if she didn't have a whole lot of focus or interest in the task honestly some deciuwe made for her like her money vet toy that she has never plaid with and freaks us both out in a daily basis that can go on the bag and things like her dollhouse which we are not getting rid of ever because she begged for one for so long and it was extremely expensive plus it's just a nice feature of her room maybe she'll play with it more when she's older she likes mini brand things now so I'm sure the dolls House will be enjoyed just needs time and to not be buried under sixteen thousand mystery dolls. Until her room was pretty much packed or as packed as it could be given we move next week so she still wanted some toys out to play with but three charity bags it pretty damn good for a three year old getting rid of toys. 

"P.U.S.S-" it began

"Thomas, put it down!" I threaten

"Fine" he pouts 

"Don't spell bad words on the toys"

"I wasn't going to spell a bad word"

"Weren't you?"

"I was going to write pussycat"

"Sure you where" I sighed taking the bags so he had no chance to get it again and so she didn't get anything else back out of them and as I took them away I thought of the perfect punishment "Aurora. Daddy wants to play make over" I told her and immediately she bolted over and sat on him excitedly so I shut the door giving him no escape even.

[alizeh-tu-badi-mushkil-hai]

Dear Diary,

It has been a long time since I shared something with you. Despite being skilled in many languages and having an extensive vocabulary, I find it hard to express myself to anyone, including you. It’s intimidating, almost like sensing something but not being able to articulate it or being injured but not knowing the source of the ache.

Anyway, I want to talk to you about loneliness, which you may have encountered too. Google defines loneliness as "a negative emotional reaction to feeling alone." But in my opinion, it's the sense of having a void inside of you that you try to fill in any way you can but are unable to.

When my friend first described what loneliness meant to her, "I have a nice job. I have dependable, helpful friends. I'm covered by a roof. I want to realize a dream. I have everything I need..." she questioned herself, " But why do I still feel alone in the world? What do you think about it? I mean, how is it possible?"

"Sometimes I feel like I need a good escape. Something cozy and comforting, like my childhood blue blanket, my red bicycle, or the hot chocolate from that book cafe. In addition to feeling this way, when I sit with these emotions, I also experience a need for love. Love changes things. When I consider love, I picture myself waking up in the morning and feeling the need for a warm embrace, my chilly legs resting on their warm ones. I want to be surrounded by smiling, pleasant faces. I want breakfast to show how much they care about me. Everything that contains love, I need it. But when you've yearned for this love for 20 years, it can sometimes tear you apart."

"But what do you mean by loneliness breaking you apart?" I asked her.

"I have heard, felt, and seen my mother's loneliness," she remarked, "My mother's isolation in her home screams happiness disguised as suffering. I have observed her dining alone, waiting alone, sobbing alone, happy alone, and cooking alone in a crowded house. I believe that I may have felt lonely as a child before I ever fell in love. The fear of being alone, even in love, is brought on by loneliness. Because of how much you love them, you still experience loneliness, proving that love is insufficient to fill the void. I don't know how to measure what I mean when I say void. Perhaps, I am the only person in an empty world."

She continued, "You know what, when people ask me what I think about loneliness, I don't have words to express it, but there are some images in my mind. It made me feel better. An image of me riding the bus home from work would show me surrounded by kind strangers, the sun setting the way it does in movies, and listening to my favorite music, but despite the bus being packed with people, I would still feel lonely and empty. Have you ever seen a barren café with a table and two chairs next to a sizable window and some flowers on the table? There are two cups of tea on that table, and I'm seated on the opposite side. I don't know, I feel like everything is so lovely and peaceful everywhere, but the turmoil of needing someone to come with me and talk to me hurts. Even though there are numerous visually appealing things nearby, nobody wants to spend time with me. They say that loneliness is a scary emotion, but I feel that my fear of being alone has become ingrained in my body. I've been consumed by that feeling."

"That's terrible," my words found their way out, "But when did you start feeling like this?"

She reminisced, "I remember when I was a kid, nobody wanted to be with me but my toys. What kind of person would want to be with a voodoo doll? The pins of my sister's missing parents, my grandmother's longing for her deceased husband, and my mother's loneliness somehow found their way into a voodoo doll like me. Because of the pins all over my body, people who touched me often suffered injuries. Children play with toys, not voodoo dolls, I realized. I was lonely in so many ways that I don't feel it was my fault. It could be lonely out there. We are merely pretending to have someone to lean on, but perhaps we are actually passing away, dying while carrying the suffering and sorrow of the loved ones we never had."

"That's a lot..." My heart felt like it was getting squeezed. "Have you ever thought about how you might escape from this?"

"I tried making love with someone I didn't love," she admitted, "I tried making art. I gave writing a try. I gave drinking a try. I did everything I could, but the problem is that it never goes away. Perhaps, it has assimilated into who I am. Sometimes, wanting love for oneself is against the law. So, on my empty bed, I swaddle myself in a childhood blanket. I sob until the pillow is soaked in tears and then wait until it transforms into a vast ocean - to die feeling empty rather than to dive to find peace. If I pass away, my body will clatter because the sound of unheard yearning for love is made by empty corpses. When I pass away, I want it to be remembered as a day when loneliness was finally put to an end..."

After our entire conversation, it reminded me of a few lines Sylvia Plath had written about loneliness, "Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyways. It comes from a vague core of self-like disease of the blood, dispensed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagious."

[uboat53]

What was the first piece of furniture you bought? A bed

What proportion of your meals do you cook? 90% or more

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap? Normal

Favorite chore? Exercise

Least favorite chore? Cleaning out the dishwasher

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed? Underwear

Any groceries you've been getting into lately? Cherries

What cleaning product do you swear by? Chinese sponges. We lived there for a year and they were so much more effective...

What's your emotional support craft? Making chain mail armor

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming? Streaming

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying? Can't think of anything, I've had good luck there.

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting? Two

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it? Air conditioner

How often do you take baths? Very rarely. Showers 2-3 times a week.

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from? Only the ones I need to.

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining? Outside, I love the rain.

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked? Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Pro or anti tchotchkes? Neutral

What's your go-to tape? Duct tape

What's in your freezer right now? Tons of stuff

Last concert you attended? Middle school Mariachi

Favorite grocery store? Varies

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags? Depends

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night? If I have any say in it, yes.

Favorite old person activity? Sitting on the porch watching birds.

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers? I don't like beer, so that settles it.

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends? Boardgame night

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you? Yes

Go-to holiday card format? Physical

How many pairs of scissors do you own? 5 or 6

Do you still own your first car? Nope

How do you take your morning coffee/tea? I don't have those in the morning

What's something you collect? Legos

What's your commute like? 2 minute walk downstairs to my home office

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down? Cards and magazines. Also alcohol.

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda? Nope

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school? Definitely

What's the last filter you changed? Air conditioner filter

What little treat do you always get when you run errands? Nothing really

Grocery list or no grocery list? List if I'm buying for more than myself, no list if it's just me.

What's the oldest thing you own? A family bible printed in 1778

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want? I can't think of one

Favorite book you've read recently? The Memoirs of Ulysses S Grant.

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan? Love it

What's something you wish you had more time for? Dungeons and Dragons games with friends

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator? Milk and condiments

Lamps or overhead lighting? Overhead

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it? A massive balcony

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go? Nope

Pro or anti throw pillows? Anti

How many blankets do you keep in your living room? A lot

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them? Not really, it was already pretty good, it's just different now.

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office? DMV, but I haven't had to deal with Social Security

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones? Yes, pretty much just Christmas/Channukah

Favorite high-effort meal that you make? I don't tend to do high effort meals

Favorite low-effort meal that you make? Pasta

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck? A 7-layer bean dip, that's probably an appetizer

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags? I don't

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it? Totally fine

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter? Nope

Do you have a favorite brunch spot? Not really

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale? Totally heterosexual

Opinion on Bath and Body Works? Meh

Last time you visited a farmer's market? A few years ago

Anything you're procrastinating on right now? Cleaning the garage

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late? Usually a few days before they're due

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed? Yup, the one stuffed bear

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented? Unscented

What are you looking forward to next week? The baby has swim lessons

Ask meme for people in their 30s

What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

What proportion of your meals do you cook?

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap?

Favorite chore?

Least favorite chore?

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed?

Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

What cleaning product do you swear by?

What's your emotional support craft?

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming?

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting?

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

How often do you take baths?

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from?

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining?

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

Pro or anti tchotchkes?

What's your go-to tape?

What's in your freezer right now?

Last concert you attended?

Favorite grocery store?

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags?

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night?

Favorite old person activity?

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers?

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends?

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you?

Go-to holiday card format?

How many pairs of scissors do you own?

Do you still own your first car?

How do you take your morning coffee/tea?

What's something you collect?

What's your commute like?

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down?

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda?

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

What's the last filter you changed?

What little treat do you always get when you run errands?

Grocery list or no grocery list?

What's the oldest thing you own?

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want?

Favorite book you've read recently?

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan?

What's something you wish you had more time for?

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

Lamps or overhead lighting?

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it?

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go?

Pro or anti throw pillows?

How many blankets do you keep in your living room?

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office?

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Favorite low-effort meal that you make?

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck?

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags?

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it?

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter?

Do you have a favorite brunch spot?

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale?

Opinion on Bath and Body Works?

Last time you visited a farmer's market?

Anything you're procrastinating on right now?

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late?

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed?

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented?

What are you looking forward to next week?

[nathank77]

9/29/24

9:47 p.m

I left Riley in the crate for 7 1/2 hours so I could fucking live my life. I cooked. I shaved my face and fucking head finally. So I can feel like a fucking human...

I went and saw my mom for 3 hours... and my sister was being a total bitch... you can't leave Riley in the crate for more than 4 hours. I told her I'm not fucking pet sitting and 8 hours is acceptable and I'm done fucking being a pet sitter. I said if you want her so badly you can walk her 3 times a day and spend more time down here but you don't and lm not doing it I have things to fucking do and I'm not fucking structuring my life around a dog I said no to cause I can't fucking take care of it. She stfu when I said I not fucking pet sitting and if she cares so much why doesn't she go home and let her out... oh wait you think I'm just going to listen to you.

Also her and my mother have been fighting nonstop and I think my sisters wants to look better to my mom.... how? Well if I'm always home with the dog when my sister goes to the storage unit and the fucking derby and does whatever the fuck she wants, she doesn't have to feel bad bc nate isn't there either.

So yea I'm done with Riley. I did walk her when I got home bc yea I'm not an asshole. Of course she didn't poop or pee.

I trained her with a treat to go in the crate for me... and hopefully that works tomorrow otherwise animal control is a thing and my sister is paying some guy 300$ to fix the fence... what will that do if no one mows the fucking poison ivy everywhere?? Can we just give her a better family I'm not your bitch and idc if Riley is in their 7 hours a day so I can fucking shower and eat and not feel so unbearably uncomfortable and so I can fucking leave the house without being nipped at. Like its not fucking fair and I'm done. I won't over crate her or anything. I'm not going to abuse her. I would never but I'm not the dog sitter. Maybe i don't clean poop but I'm actually a prisoner and my sister hasn't been to see my mom more than once. Yet she's done all kinds of things this weekend bc it's her weekend fuck off. It's my life and I didnt sign up for this.

So I talked to the surgeon and the dr.... my mom is in really bad shape. They say another 3 or 4 days.... you know almost a week. She could need a bag if they have to do surgery... if the antibiotics don't work....

I'm distraught... like if she makes it out... she has to have surgery to cut the spot so that it doesn't get reinfected..... but if it gets more inflamed she's in really bad shape...

My sister was mad at my mom bc she didn't want her having information the other day and I guess she almost kicked her out the other day... and skye was like I'm not going unless you have the nurse call me.

I wanted to fucking leave earlier for Riley i won't crate her for more than 6 hours a day generally..... tbh. I would do less but it depends on the day... and if my mom is home and shit...

But my mother was crying about skye and her stomach hurting and I was just this mediator... like skye shows love with money... cause she bought her new blankets...

But it was awful watching my mother cry and especially after hearing the surgeon explain exactly what's wrong. And knowing Riley was locked up and I had to be the one to make my sister be a bigger person and go see her mother and also be there for the dog..

My mother was crying and hugging me and I'm just a disaster. And I still don't trust liv. I'd say I'm delusional but if you saw the look in her eyes and how pissed she is that she's cleaning up after the dog bc I can't and the mystery snapple you'd be suspicious too. Not enough to point fingers or blame anyone of anything... but enough to not feel safe drinking any open containers anymore...

I'm distraught abt my mom I'm distraught abt the dog. Everything is on me except poop. That's it. And Riley walked in the shower which is gross... and now whenever i do shower I'm going to be panicked about that.

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Puppet |Dream|

I yawned looking over the other side of the bed. Empty like usual. I sighed sitting up still wrapped in my blanket, the one Clay got me when he was away for a bit. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom brushing my teeth and brushing my hair. I got dressed and walked to the kitchen though something was unusual. Clay always left a note saying he won't be home till later but there wasn't a note in the kitchen. There wasn't the happy aura that is usually left behind with the small smiley face he would draw on the post-it. If it was on a good day he would wake me up and make me pancakes with a smiley face on them. The kitchen was dull and the lights were off there was no trace of someone leaving.

Whenever Clay was home he would always hold me back from going to hang out with my friends. He made me feel so at home that I felt like I should listen, he did save me after all. Since he wasn't here I figured I should take this chance to go visit my friends who I haven't seen in months. Clay told me that it was dangerous at the moment because of a war so he thought it was best for my safety and sanity to stay. I left a note myself just in case I didn't bump into him letting him know I'd be back later.

I walked to the door grabbing my armor and tools. I walked out the door making sure to lock it once I was outside. The house was a secret one that was in the woods far away from the SMP. Clay likes to say that it's a fun mystery for people to solve but I feel like there is something more. I shrugged off the thoughts and walked my way to the remains of L'manburg. Clay always told me to stay away but he can't control everywhere I go. It was January 20th which meant the weather was a little colder but bearable. It's not like I'm in the snow biome.

I walked through the Nether going to the portal. I walked through and felt dizzy as I changed dimensions. I walked out of the portal but something was strange. People were outside their houses as Tommy and Tubbo looked at them. I walked up to them confused.

"What's going on?" I asked as Tommy turned to me looking down. I was very close friends with Tommy and apparently, Clay was when he would tell me about how Tommy moved and was hanging out with him.

"Tubbo and I are going somewhere"

"Where?"

"Meeting Dream at a location we can't tell you," Tubbo said pulling out the compass.

"Why not?"

"You shouldn't get involved in this" Tommy said. "We have to go bye Y/n"

"Bye, I guess..." I said still a little confused about what was going on. I watched as they started their way on their adventure.

"That was strange" I mumbled looking around.

Everyone went into their houses I went to Niki's but when I knocked the door opened with Niki in her best armor and weapons.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she started walking out the door.

"To stop Dream," She said simply

"What?" I asked looking around and seeing almost everyone on the SMP in armor. "What's going on?"

"We have to stop him before he kills Tommy or Tubbo," Eret said his voice wavering.

"He wouldn't-"

"No!" Sapnap snapped walking up to me holding my shoulders.

"He will if we don't stop him"

"That's crazy there is no way he would do that that's not like-"

"He's just manipulating you!" Sapnap let go of my shoulders and looked down. "He manipulated everyone"

"I don't believe you"

"Then come see it for yourself," Eret said as he stepped forward.

"It's almost time," Purpled said "We have to go"

Sapnap held my hand and led me to the portal where everyone was heading. My heart was pounding and my mind was debating on this.

"You go first," Niki said as she pushed me through the portal.

"Nik-" I stumbled through the portal and fear took over. There I saw the love of my life hurting the ones I care about most.

"Clay...what are you doing?...." I said.

Dream turned around and say me a hint of fear in his eyes. He started walking closer to me confused about why I was here and to calm me down.

"Y/n, Love, it's okay this is all a misunderstanding" He smiled holding my shoulders "We are just fooling around"

"No!" I smacked his hand away stumbling backward into Eren who was behind me. "What have you done Dream"

This took him back, I haven't called him Dream since we first met when he helped me in the forest against some zombies.

I ran across the forest my legs becoming numb and my lungs on fire. I kept running but at one point I couldn't anymore. I became surrounded by green growling monsters. I didn't have the best sword and I accepted my fate. I tried climbing a tree but one of the bastards grabbed my leg and I was doomed. That was until a certain man with a mask appeared and took them out one by one, like a god. I fell down the tree right on my ass and looked up at the man. He looked behind and say me. He lifted his mask grinning and turned around holding his hand out.

"Are you alright?" He asked helping me up.

"Y-yeah," I said catching my breath my body was aching from all the running but I didn't mention that part "Thank you so much I would be dead if it wasn't for you"

"Don't mention it, I couldn't just let someone die in front of me it would break my heart"

"Your very kind" I smiled.

"This may sound creepy but you have quite a few scratches and I don't have any healing potions so would you like to come back to my place"

He was right it was creepy but it was dark out and I had nowhere to go. I sighed and nodded.

"Sure"

A few months later I ended up moving in. He was so kind and gentle to me. I even found out he was friends with some of mine. Though eventually a war started and he told me to stay here so I wouldn't get hurt. He claimed he couldn't live with himself if I got hurt or died so I stayed. Up until now, I've been bound to our home but he would update me on my friends.

"Was it all a lie?" I said looking down. "Was I just your puppet to toy with"

"Darling you know that's not true I love you" He walked closer till a sword was pointed at him.

"Stay away," Tommy said making Dream cackle.

"See they don't like me very much so I have to deal with them for your safety," He said attacking Tubbo till he was almost dead.

"Stop! Please!" I cried out which only made him laugh more.

"This is why you should have stayed in that damn house!" Dream yelled.

I fell to the ground watching as he got restrained. Sam told me he was going to prison for his actions I wasn't aware of. I became his puppet and hurt my friends. I watched as they took him away. We made one last eye contact before he was fully taken away.

"Why....."

"I'm sorry Y/n," Niki said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"No, I should be apologizing for not being able to help...." I sighed. "If he's done his reign of terror you all deserve to celebrate don't worry about me"

They all looked at each other nodding. "If you want you can join us."

"Thank you but I think I'm gonna head home..."

"Be careful" Tommy said giving me a hug.

"I'm sorry for not knowing you were hurting," I said trying not to cry on his shoulder.

"It's okay it's not your fault and I will never blame you. Not anyone here"

I just nodded and headed back home miserable. Once I made it back I lay on the bed Dream's scent still lingering on the pillow. I cried until I couldn't anymore. I was so exhausted I passed out knowing the man I loved manipulated me.

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I have had this in my drafts for MONTHS so I decided to finally finish it. Sorry, I haven't updated in a hot minute but I hope you enjoyed it! Remember you are perfect and worth it the way you are!

[angelinaheartshapedbox]

A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

summary: y/n l/n is a sophomore at paradis university with a scholarship in music. while taking a necessary technology course to complete their major, they meet the infamous hockey player, eren jeager. y/n does their best to avoid him, but their efforts fail as they continue to run into him everywhere. they soon find that eren isn't the douche bag every depicts him as, and grows very fond of his company.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

point seven!

"you can stay the night here. if you want."

wordcount: 1k

chapter tws: none.

eren walked back into the room, face buried in his phone. i watched him bump into the door frame, and walk away like he didn't. he such a big dude and he's so stupid too. he throws himself back onto the bed, making my body bounce.

"welcome back" i say, grabbing the remote.

"hey. thanks for pausing it" he replies. he gets comfortable in his place again.

"yeah, no problem. i still can't believe you haven't seen it."

i was mildly uncomfortable due to the fact that i was wearing a full outfit. i got dressed up, but when i got to eren's place he was in pajama pants and a wife beater. he was all comfy under his blanket, and i looked stupid.

"it's cold as shit in your house," i tell him.

"you're in my bed, dumbass, get under the covers" eren chuckles.

i listen to him and wrap myself in his sheets. they're super soft, i forget he's rich sometimes.

eren's intensely staring at the movie. his mouth is slightly agape as he watches the screen. his eyebrows knitted.

"wait, so is cady, like, full blown plastic now?!" he turned his head towards me.

i nod, "yeah, pretty much."

"what the fuck, cady?!" he shouts at the TV, his arms open.

i laugh at his seriousness. his stupid, angered expression was the cherry on top.

"she wasn't supposed to do that!" he yelled as he looked at me.

"no, she wasn't," i sit up with him, "just keep watching, it gets better."

he turns his attention back to the movie, still looking pissed. i couldn't help but stare at him the whole time. he was so into the film, it was pure entertainment. he was shocked throughout the whole movie, pausing it to ask questions. everytime i responded with, "just keep watching!", and he did.

at the end of the movie, he wanted to keep talking about it. he was in utter surprise at regina and cady's actions.

"i hope you realize you're getting worked up over a chick flick, eren."

"it was emotional!"

i laugh at him as he continues to complain and give commentary.

"have you ever seen clueless?" i ask.

"no" he answers, his brows raised.

"do you wanna?"

"yes."

i tell him to find it while i let my roommates know i'm gonna be a little while longer. i can hear him clicking through the different movies as i type.

"you can stay the night here. if you want," eren says casually.

my head shoots up. he's still just searching through movies. like he didn't just drop that bomb.

he looks at me, "you don't have to. did i make it weird? shit, i'm sorry."

"no, no, no," i stop him from apologizing, "i'll stay. i'm gonna have to lie to jean, though."

"oh, yeah, you do that" he smiles, returning to the screen.

i text jean that i'm staying with mikasa, he doesn't care. eren and i watch clueless, and he's just as into it as he was with mean girls. it's genuinely so cute how involved he is with this.

he's rambling about something that's happening in the movie, i'm not paying attention. i've just been staring at him since we started the movie.

"you're so fun to hang out with," i murmured.

he turns to me, "you think so?"

"yeah, i'm having fun."

eren leans back onto the pillows next to me, pulling the blankets over him. he props up on one elbow, "i'm having fun with you too."

i smile softly at him. he's wearing a big, stupid grin on his face. his face gets more flushed the longer we make eye contact. he looks away from me.

"you need clothes."

"what?"

"uh, pajamas," he stands up, "if you're gonna stay the night you should be comfortable."

"oh, yeah. i could just sleep in these" i reply.

"no, what the fuck? just take my stuff," he walks to his dresser, "sweats or shorts?"

"sweats, please."

he tosses me a pair of black sweatpants, and directs me to the bathroom. i leave the room to change.

i push open eren's bedroom door, he's sitting on his bed, looking at me.

"fuck…" he whispers under his breath, but i heard it.

"what?" i ask, tilting my head.

he clears his throat, "nothing. it's nothing, um, the movie?"

"ready to finish it?" i sit back in my spot on his bed.

he nods, and lays back again. while we watch, he's less interested in the movie now. i can feel his gaze on me. when i look over at him, he quickly looks away. it's driving me insane.

when the movies over he exits the screen, "what's next?"

"i've been thinking about what annie said earlier" i blurt out.

he snaps his head towards me, "you… have?"

"mhm," i sit up, "you haven't?"

"no, i have, 'm just surprised that you have" he explains.

"really?" i move a bit closer to him.

he just nods. god, do i have to do everything myself?

i press my lips against his, and eren is immediately pressing back. he pulls my face further into his, leaning into me. my hands rest on his waist. he's very roughly grabbing my face, deepening the kiss.

i think i blacked out after that, because the only thing i remember happening is falling asleep. i wake up to seven missed calls, and five text messages from jean.

"shit" i mumble, throwing the covers off of me. i start to gather my things.

"mmm, morning," eren groans, "you leavin'?"

"yeah, jean needs me. he sounds urgent" i continue to grab my stuff, putting my shoes on.

eren sits up, "i think we need to talk about this, right?"

"yes. yes, definitely," i stand up, "later, though. i'll call you. bye, 'ren."

i hug him before rushing out the door, and out to my car. jean calls me as i'm driving.

"y/n, why the fuck wasn't your phone on? we can't find the fucking cat, sasha's checked the whole place. connie's running down the block right now."

"shit, shit, shit! i'm sorry, i'm coming. i'm sorry. fuck!"

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masterlist!

a/n: THEY KISSED!!!! sorry if you were hoping for a slow burn lol. they're still not gonna be together for a few more chapters, but it's not gonna be slow. thanks for reading<3

character info! eren refused to watch any type of chick flick with mikasa but he had so much fun y/n he's gonna watch all of them. 13 candles is next on his list.

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

Everyone says they have the best dog. Everyone is right. But this dog in particular...

This dog saved my daughter. In fact, he saved all of us. I always thought we'd rescued him first. But the truth turned out to be much deeper than that.

When my daughter was six years old, she had severe night terrors for two and a half months straight. It was night after night of uncontrollable fear, screaming, and even lashing out. No one knew what to do. None of us were sleeping. We tried everything we could think of to help her. I felt like an absolute failure of a mom that I couldn't make things better for her. I was heartbroken and angry and lost. Then a little poodle named Smokie came into our lives.

We weren't looking for a dog. We already had one. But he needed our help, and it turns out we needed him even more. The moment he walked in the house, he caught sight of my daughter and it was as though he knew she needed him. He never left her side. He became her shadow and her shield and her best friend overnight. And within a week, the night terrors were gone. My daughter was healing. And I remember sitting on the edge of her bed while crying, Smokie and I looking at each other, just listening to my daughter's quiet sleeping. And I swear, he could feel how grateful I was.

For the rest of his life, this quiet, humble, gentle soul shared his love with us unconditionally. He helped us through loss and anger, through broken hearts and broken bones. He shared in our joy and our closeness and our chicken nuggets. He became the shadow we expected to see everywhere my daughter happened to be, while still managing to get some serious cuddles in with the rest of us.

He watched my daughter grow up, find her strength through severe anxiety, learn her passions, and witness her evolution into a beautiful young woman with an even more beautiful heart. She's now 18 years old, working full time in a job she loves, one where she helps people. And he got to see her find that joy.

But time and life will often remind us of painful truths, especially when we're not ready...

Smokie had a heart murmur, and at fifteen years old, he was diagnosed with cancer. He knew it was time for him to go. He'd done all he could for us... For her. And he had lived with such grace, gentleness, and dignity that it was no surprise he would leave this world the same way. He was ready, and he wanted us to know.

There was not a moment he whimpered, not a second he barked or whined. All he wanted was to be close to the girl he loved, the girl who loved him more than anything else in her world.

And under the shade of an apple tree, wrapped in his favorite blanket, in the arms of his girl, he took his final breaths.

And for the first time in thirteen years, I heard my daughter wail in terror and grief and fear in a way she had not sounded since she was six years old. She held him close and cried beyond crying. I heard the pieces of her heart tear out of her chest, as though she had to make sure he took some piece of herself with him.

Sometimes people wonder what a dog can teach anyone about love.

The picture above this line is now my answer.

I'd like you to look at that picture. Really look.

Losing Smokie was a blow I'm still wrapping my head around. He wasn't just a dog to us. And certainly not to my daughter. He was her best friend, her constant companion, her hero and her comfort and... well, he was her everything. Witnessing her having to say goodbye to a literal piece of herself, a part she'll never get back, shattered my own heart.

I know heartbreak. I've experienced it, I've seen it... That soul-crushing implosion of hurt and pain and piercing anger that takes a person's heart and breaks it down into minuscule pieces that never get put back together quite right. But seeing it in my child?

I don't think I could ever describe how close these two were. It's not a picture that words can paint. The bond they had was otherworldly. The love they had was unshakable. And to lose that? To have to say goodbye to someone who had saved her over and over, who had only ever wanted a full belly and cuddles and warmth in return? To lose her best friend, her constant companion, her safety on four legs?

I would have given anything to take that pain from her. I know I can't protect the kids from these losses. And I've tried to teach them that no matter how hard it is to lose what we love so much, the pain is worth it in the end. Because we get to keep those memories, those little joys, the love that we were gifted. And Smokie gifted his love unconditionally, especially to my girl.

And this picture... this is the other part of his gift.

This was right after we'd gotten back from his last moments. And Abbie was in a state of quiet, numb grief. And those three brothers of hers without thought or question took her in their arms and held on. In silence, in love, with no expectations or demands, no hurry for the pain to end. They held on to her knowing that it couldn't possibly make things better, but they were there in every way. She could yell, she could scream, she could rage and cry and wail. And they would have held on through every moment, to let her feel it, to show her she wasn't alone in it, to give her the sort of love that Smokie had taught to all of them.

From our animals, we have learned compassion and kindness. We have learned to care for those without voices, and to find joy in the smallest of moments. We have learned that pain is more bearable with something or someone to hold on to. We have learned that pain is a part of life, as is loss, as is grief. We have learned that, as impossible as it seems, we have to carry it with us. To live with it inside our bones. And that, eventually, it will be more like a friend than an ache. And we've learned that we get there by feeling every awful moment... with others.

We let those we're closest to love us through the worst of it, we let ourselves be vulnerable and weak while they hold us up. We let them help pick up all those minuscule pieces that our hearts are made up of, and we sit together with it all, putting the parts back a little at a time.

Someday, my daughter will look back at this picture and smile. She'll remember the pain, of course. She'll remember the gravity of that loss pulling her under. But she'll also remember the pull of the people who love her keeping her upright. She'll remember the gift that this moment was. She'll remember that Smokie helped teach all of them how to love like this.

She'll teach that love to others. She'll share it freely, just like they all do.

That's really the greatest part of Smokie's gift. That it never ends.

If you've ever wondered what a dog can teach a person about love, it's in that picture above.

Love changes shape, but it never ends.

And no matter the loss, it is always a gift...

One I couldn't be more grateful for.

(Thank you, Smokie, for saving my little girl. You will always be our hero.)

[rainpudding]

note; m will be in my next post, someone else already requested it >3

tw; depression,suicide and ed mentioned,alcohol dying and etc..

KAEYA | ANGST ALPHABET

catcall die kidnapped time

Kidnapped (you’re kidnapped)

Most people would say Kaeya would develop a strong alcohol addiction to forget that his lover went missing however I have to strongly disagree.

When Kaeya gets home and he can't find you anywhere he won't think much of it. Maybe you went to visit your family and forgot to tell him, or you're having a sleepover with a friend. On the outside, he seems calm as for the next three days he goes to work acting as nothing happened. But on the inside he is panicking, he gets his work done as soon as possible as he gets home just to sit down on a chair staring at the door. He Is waiting for the door to open and you to appear. He is sitting there for hours and hours.

After a week of you not appearing he blames himself for not reaching for help sooner as it may be too late to found you. He calls knight of favounius and citizens of mondstat goes in groups looking for you. Traveler makes missing posters trying to help at least a little bit.

Kaeya wants to forget you but he slowly loses interest in alcohol, it feels like it lost Its taste.

His public calm image is slowly breaking as his mind is filled with dark imaginations. He slowly forgets to eat meals or to keep himself hydrated.

Apart from Childe who gets obsessive filled with hope, Kaeya gets depressive knowing that there is no possibility you can be okay.

Jean first notices Kaeya's depression when she sees him standing in the middle of the hall. His eyepatch is missing his messy hair covering his eye. He wears only his white shirt as he is visibly confused.

The dehydration and sleep deprivation have a bad impact on him. Jean knows something is wrong and sends him home in order to take a break. Which does not help since Kaeya should have human interaction and get meds not be home.

Diluc gets worried as he makes meals for him carrying them to his house. The house is a mess as Kaeya is unable to clean which results in Dikuc quickly putting Kaeya's mess into the bin trying to clean up at least a little bit.

Kaeya, on the other hand, doesn't want to go to sleep but once he is asleep he doesn't want to wake up. He can't get out of his bed. Becoming more disoriented and slowly forgetting why he is sad in the first place.

He doesn't remember your face anymore, nor your name. He doesn't remember you at all.

And one morning when Diluc opens door to Kaeya's room holding breakfast to his surprise he finds Kaeya in his bed. Melatonin pills everywhere as he slowly realizes Kaeya overdosed himself.

But let's imagine you were found and you came home just before Kaeya got depressed.

You open the door with a crack quickly closing it as you finally feel safe. You were missing for almost three months yet since day one you were dreaming of the moment when you will be able to hug Kaeya again.

You look around finding your shared house slightly messy. The bin is filled with old food. The boxes on tables are also filled with untouched food. You wander around softly smiling at the pictures and decorations.

You pinch yourself just to be sure this is not one of the fantasies you always dreamed about. Opening one of the doors you walk in just to see Kaeya peacefully sleeping in pillows and blankets. His hair messy and his eyepatch still on.

You don't want to wake him up yet you're too excited to wait. You run to him as you hug him tightly. Sweet tears rolling down your cheeks as you sniffle Kaeya's scent.

Kaeya tries to push you away murmuring from his sleep before sleepily opening his eyes. They are dark as the ocean as the sparkles died down. His smirk wasn't decorating his face anymore. Instead, he sighed rubbing his eyes.

You would stroke his cheeks as you hold his chin softly. You're saying reassuring words while smiling with glossy eyes. He finally realizes that you're real. Grabbing your hands to squeeze them and peppering your face with many kisses.

And after a whole hour of hugging each other and you telling him about your kidnapper he decides to go to knights of favounius so they can throw your kidnapper into jail.

However, as he stands up you suddenly stop him as you look at his body. You can see how skinny he got, how his bones are seen, and how his skin is pale. Not to mention the blue hair on the pillow signalizing hair loss.

And you realize that he barely ate. That's why there were boxes with untouched food.

"Later, I'm hungry can we go for lunch first?" You smile brushing your thumb against Kaeya's hand as he nods.

- it would take some time for Kaeya to start taking care of himself again. But when you're with him he is willing to try.

- He will take a break to spend time with you as you cook together and clean the house later even going for a walk.

- eventually, give him few months and he will be healthy again.

Catcall (you’re catcalled and he’s with you)

Same as Diluc, Kaeya is well known and has a reputation. There is no way someone would catcall you on purpose. Yet let's imagine some drunk group catcalling you in front of your boyfriend.

This would go based on how bold they are.

1; if they will call you baby or any pet name maybe hinting something romantic. Kaeya will just chuckle as he is listening to them. He wouldn't get angry as he thinks it's funny how they try to flirt with you. "You should watch what you say, honorary citizens," he smiles as he is supporting his chin.

2; they would get more inappropriate or even try to touch you. This would make Kaeya slightly alerted. When they say something inappropriate he just slowly moves you next to you or into his lap. Or he has a hand around your waist. They will notice him and leave you alone. Yet if they continue even touching you he would be pissed. He doesn't want to make a scene yet he has to make a move. He stood up taking his sword pointing it at the drunk person's chest. He is glaring at that person as the person shivers apologizing. Kaeya's gaze is terrifying. But as soon as the person apologizes he hides his sword sitting next to you again.

The person will probably never come to the tavern again.

Time (you’re ill and only have a few months to live)

Kaeya started noticing that the last few days you didn't felt very well. And the symptoms you were experiencing were quite unique. Pale skin and black bags under the eyes because of insomnia. Hairloss and muscle pain. You not being hungry and constant vomiting. Scars and bruises randomly appearing on your skin.

His eyebrows were scrunched as he had a sad expression on his face. Yet every time you greeted him he quickly smiled and giggled pulling you into a hug and giving you lots of affection. You knew something wasn't right with you too, but you tough maybe it was an allergy or just some mental illness that could go away with few herbs.

Eventually, after the symptoms continuing Kaeya decided to visit Albedo. This resulted in you spending the whole weekend at Albedo's place. He took your blood and saliva, checking your bones and trying to massage the muscles. Taking detailed notes very carefully.

And when the tests were done and you got to know you're slowly dying as your organs are slowly collapsing, you couldn't do anything but blankly stare onto the wall. You felt hopeless. You knew you had few days to live before dying a painful death yet you weren't ready. All your dreams and goals were left in the dust.

Kaeya on the other hand couldn't believe it. He was following Albedo around asking him if It's true and how can he help you. He pinched himself several times, trying to get out of this nightmare. Kaeya grew desperate as he begged Albedo on his knees to make medication. Albedo would of course love to help but he didn't know how so he would dismiss Kaeya over and over.

Kaeya's wasn't mentally well. He would be obsessed with finding some medication. Contacting Baizhu from Lyuie. Spending all his money on different doctors and different people. He didn't even realize that at this time he should pay attention to you and go on dates with you. Instead, he was away in different nations looking for herbs and scientists.

Die (their reaction when you die/your reaction when they die)

And once Kaeya finally arrives home full of despair as he got few herbs but no medication he slowly walks around the room. But before he can hug you and reassure you and spend time with you he finds you on the floor. You were just taking few painkillers writing a diary entry as you collapsed eventually your organs giving in.

He would sit down in panic his eyes glossy as his breathing is slow. "Breathe, common please breathe, to the archons. Lord barbatos y/n breathe," he repeats himself over and over as tears roll down his cheeks. His hands shaking as he cheks your heartbeat.

Your body so cold and your eyes blank. Without a pinch of life. And that's when he breaks down.

Completely sobbing at your dead body. Brushing his hands over your skin as he peppers your face with kisses. "I'm sorry I didn't try harder, I'm useless, I'm a burden. I can't do anything right," he kisses you. But nothing.

You didn't wake up.

He kisses you again expecting you to wake up. In movies, they always wake up.

But this is not a movie.

This is a painful reality.

[tommybaholland]

may I have some hcs for how noya, suga, suna, and maybe??? tsuki (I didn't see him in your list of characters you currently write for, so I wasn't sure if you would write for him if I requested him, so I understand if you don't) react to their s/o who's in a sports team (in high school if possible unless you prefer to age them up I understand!) too (I'm not specifying/choosing so other readers can feel included!) injuring their knee during practice, but not taking it seriously and they just limp around everywhere instead of going to the doctor or trying to do something to feel better. I went too hard on badminton practice yesterday and I literally cannot bend, or put weight on my knee right now so I'm just limping around cause I'm too scared to ask my mom if she can take me to the hospital sjjjdjshs. Don't be like me pls🧍‍♀️as someone who's injured several muscles over 2 times I am begging to take this seriously if you ever get injured, I hope you're taking care of yourself!! :))

when their s/o tries to hide an injury

featuring: nishinoya, sugawara, and suna

yes, unfortunately, i don’t write for tsukki right now, but here are the other three :) i’ll let the writing do the talking, but take it easy and i hope you feel better soon! 

nishinoya

he’s probably the least observant and that doesn’t mean he can’t take a hint when something’s wrong with you

but he usually doesn’t find out about it until after something happens 

you two have quite the playful relationship and are no strangers to playing fighting or jumping onto each other

one day at school, he snuck up behind you to hop onto your back as he often did 

and normally you wouldn’t mind and can handle it because he’s as light as a feather 

but today your back didn’t take it so well as you let out a strained gasped at feeling his weight put pressure onto it 

“hey, my beautiful, sweet, gorgeous-- hey, are you okay? did i hurt you?”

you knew you were going to have to have this conversation with him eventually but of course, you were too late

you wince as you try to stand up straight again, explaining that your back was already hurting from practice

“oh, well, then you should probably go see the nurse. can’t have you hurting, gorgeous.”

you promise him that it’s okay and you probably just need to stretch it out later

he hesitantly accepts your answer, but worries about you all-day long

it makes him usually quiet 

so he decides that he can’t let you tolerate your pain

on your way to the gym after school for practice, you find him waiting outside 

“you can’t practice today, babe.”

you actually get a little annoyed at him for trying to tell you what you can and can’t do

“oh, you’re fine? okay, then-- oops, i dropped my pen. can you pick it up for me? it’s closer to you.”

you knew where this was going 

but your back said otherwise and you barely hinged forward before it felt like someone was literally stabbing you in the back

“see? you can barely bend over. i’m taking you to the nurse or a doctor or something so you can get better.”

he grabs your hand and starts leading you away when you stop and ask him about your practice and volleyball

“i talked to the coach before you got here and they agree with me. i can miss one day of practice. the rest of them would probably do the same for their s/o and besides most of them still suck at receiving so they can practice that and serving at the same time!”

you still don’t look convinced so he brings you closer to him by tugging lightly on the bottom of your school uniform

“don’t worry, beautiful. i got it all sorted out, okay?” 

you finally nod and he seals his promise with a small kiss 

“listen, you’re my strong, beautiful, gorgeous, smart s/o and i love you! i’ll try to pay more attention to you but i need you to let me know when you’re hurting..”

he couldn’t let you get away with a small scolding bc his oblivious ass loves you too much 

sugawara

he observes but tries not to make a big deal out of it or bring it up in a confrontational way 

you had a slight limp on the way to school and on the way home with him after both of your practices finished

he invited you over to hang out for a bit before your curfew and he notices that you struggled a little to sit down next to him on his bed like you were in pain

“sugar, are you alright?” he asked, his hand rubbing across your back

you tell him you’re fine

“okay...are you sure? i’m pretty sure you’ve been limping this entire day and just now it looked like it hurt to sit down.”

you admit that your hip has been bothering you ever since practice the day before and you thought it would just get better over time 

“well, how bad is the pain?”

it’s not too bad, you think

he has you lay down and he tries to examine you a bit himself

“does it hurt when i lift your leg like this?”

he slowly tries to lift it to a ninety-degree angle but a sharp pain shoots right into your hip 

you wince and tense up at the pain 

he frowns as he immediately puts your leg down, “it’s only your hip, right? your knee doesn’t hurt or anything?”

you shake your head, still tense from the pain that it’s causing you 

he lays down next to you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down you arm, “aww, i’m sorry it hurts so much, sweetness, but-- wait, you didn’t go to practice like this did you?  

well, the karma was certainly hitting

he sighs, “babe, why would you-- never mind, i think you need to go see the doctor.”

that’s when the tears start to fall

he pulls you into his arms upon seeing your tears, “i know you don’t wanna go, sweetheart, but you need to get this checked out. i just hate seeing you in so much pain and they can help you feel better.” 

you hate the doctor

it just makes you just feel like more of a helpless burden 

“you’re not a burden, sugar. this looks serious and you shouldn’t be in so much pain. i don’t think we should let it go any longer so let’s get you bundled up in some of my sweatpants and that one sweater you like. i’ll take you and be there for you the entire time, okay?” 

gives you a few reassuring kisses and lets you lay there with him for a bit longer before you get ready to go

he would never let his sweet s/o suffer and always stays true to his word 

and you bet that he’ll be there when you’re confined to bed rest, making sure you’re not overexerting yourself so he can see your beautiful smile again

suna

he’s the most observant out of these three and won’t hesitate to ask about it

he didn’t see you much during the day at school but he walked you home almost every day after practice and usually ended up staying for dinner

so he always had that to look forward to

he was surprised when he got a glance of you outside the gym earlier than normal 

and he really got curious when he saw how off-balanced and wobbly you seemed

you waited outside for him, not wanting to interrupt practice 

you had skipped your own practice that day, seeing that nobody knew you had hurt your knee 

but you knew suna would find out eventually so you were just trying to figure out what to tell him 

“hey, so when were you going to tell me that you’re hurt?”

he was so quiet and stealthy that you didn’t even notice him standing there with all his stuff, ready to leave for the day

he was never less than confrontational

“and don’t try to hide it from me, babe. i can see the limp in your step.”

your knee has been hurting since practice the other day and it wasn’t getting any better

“i see. have you tried icing it or anything?”

the habitual blank expression in his face had turned downward as you shook your head

“baby, how many times do i have to tell you? you can’t just let things like this go. it’s not good for you.” 

you tell him not to tell your parents or make you go to the doctor because it doesn’t hurt that bad

“of course. i can’t make you do anything, but let’s at least try putting some ice on it and elevating it first, okay?” 

you agree and then he tries to pick you up, insisting on carrying you all the way home 

“babe, i can do it. i’ve got a strong core, remember?”

you’re still refusing him like, ‘pls chill, i’m not dying’

“okay, but hold onto me when you need. and here, do you want to wear this? it’s a bit cold out.”

he gives you his team jacket to wear 

you begin walking and you realize you’re more unsteady than you thought

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, and has you wrap an arm around his shoulders so he can steady you a little more

once you get to his house, he gets you all set up in his bed with ice and your leg propped up on a few pillows 

then he makes sure you’re all cozy with plenty of blankets and him snuggled up beside you

he doesn’t look like it but he loves to dote on you even when you’re being stubborn <3

hold on haikyuu night!! there’s more if you want to request..

[cedricslover]

Troubled (final)

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter Summary: Death is inevitable 

Note: there is no specific house:))) I would like to thank everyone that kept waiting and was patient enough, I started this series around March and now it is May. This is my very first series and I hope you all liked it! Again thank you so much❤❤

Warnings: angst, death, little bit of violence

Word Count: 4.2k

You stopped in front of a headstone. Your hair brushing your cheeks as the wind blew it. "Hey" you started talking, through the years the big lump in your throat slowly fades whenever you visit. "It must be nice there" you smiled and placed the flowers that you were holding down to the ground. 

You breathed in the familiar smell of the field. The smell of the countryside was really different from London. Closing your eyes, memories of the past came flooding in. 

[5 years ago]

"WHAT?" Phoebe, one of your roommates looked at you with shock, "what?" You chuckled as you ate a chocolate frog. 

"What do you mean "what"? So we're just going to act like we didn't see Diggory in front of our dorm earlier" Alice rolls her eyes as she brushes her blond hair, "Oh yeah we got back together" you shrugged and sat on your bed. 

"You really won't tell us what happened that broke the two of you?" Phoebe's voice became wary, she was trying not to say something bad. You shake your head and smile apologetically. "I'm sorry girls" you felt bad. You wanted to tell them of course, but even your best friends since first year don't even know. And surprisingly didn't even nag you about it. 

"It's alright doll, we understand. Besides, Diggory is a great guy, you two are both smart enough to know what is right and wrong" Alice looks at you, there is always comfort in her eyes. Like she always knows what is going on even if you don't talk. She was the perfect example of the person that you can vent to and she will just listen. 

"How about you girls, anything going on with your lives? Why is it always mine?" You laid down and stared at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. For about 10 minutes only the brushing of the tip of the quill to a parchment, breathing, and the noise from the common room are the only sounds you heard.

"Nothing much" you heard a bed squeaked, it was probably Phoebe's. "My life is the most boring one yet" Alice mutters and sighed,  you can see her sitting on her bed. "I don't think so. Each of our lives have different stories. I don't think that's boring" you replied before you pulled your blanket and be completely eaten up by darkness. 

Weeks have passed, it seemed to be doing great. Everything was falling back to pieces. After the school found out that you and Cedric got back together, George and the Beauxbaton girl also publicized their relationship, both of them explained that it really wasn't you in the photograph-which you completely didn't want them to do because you didn't owe anyone any explanation- but they still did. 

Fred and Angelina seemed to be also doing great, well, especially how Fred is under Angelina. 

Of course Barty Jr.-that's disguising as Professor Moody was always giving you 'the look'. Everytime and everywhere, even at class, even your classmates find it strange why Professor Moody always calls you, and then gets mad. They feel bad but you just let it all go, because you knew what his true colors are. 

"Fred" she warns

"Frederick Gideon" with her scary tone

"Frederick Gideon Weasley" that's when you all know Fred was in trouble. 

"Hello darling" you smiled and kissed Cedric's lips before you sat beside him at the library. You both have free time, especially him, tomorrow was the final task, he was trying to study spells that he might use.   

"Hey" he stops reading and wraps his arms around your waist, "Tired" he murmurs while he buries his head on your neck. "You want to eat sumthin'?" You asked while playing with his fluffy hair, running your fingers through his scalp. "No" you can feel his breathing on your neck, it sends shivers down your spine. 

After a while of complete silence, Cedric's breathing seemed to follow a pattern, that's when you knew he was asleep, in your arms. 

You started humming a song that your mum used to sing you to sleep. You can't see his face, but felt it instead, his nose, his lips, his forehead, it felt peace. It felt like home. 

And later on, you also found yourself getting sleepy, your eyelids drooping down. And before you give up on the warmth, your eyes found the book-or more like a magazine that Cedric was reading earlier, you didn't notice it earlier until now. You let out a smile before you closed your eyes.

'Real Estate Magazine, Countryside Edition'

You woke up early, dressed up early, showered early, and went to get breakfast early, and you didn't expect that a lot of students were up early too. Earlier than usual.

"Y/N!" You turned your head while you chewed a toast. It was the trio. "Hey" you greeted them as they sat in front of you. "You alright?" You looked at them while your forehead creased, "yeah" they all answered in unison, that caught them off guard. 

"Harry's going to be fine don't worry" you shake your head and smile as you reach for another toast. "It's just that-" Harry stopped and his hand went to his forehead, where the scar is. 

"His scar's been hurting ever since he woke up" Ron told you, his face was screaming with worry, just the same as Hermione. 

"You should take a rest Harry. You still have til before dusk. I think that would be enough time to prepare and rest" you said, trying to cover the worry in your voice, and of course the fear. 

You four continued to eat, the Great Hall was starting to get more crowded, noise, banners, cheers, they were all anticipating who will win the triwizard tournament. Although you should be joining this crowd, wearing shirts with the one they support, cheering, waving the banners at 8 am. You can't. You were filled with worry, Harry's scar was hurting, and it seemed strange that the Dark Lord wasn't doing anything the whole year. 

And as you walked by Moody's office, it seemed like your suspicions were answered. 

"I already handled it, Dark Lord. Yes, yes, but how about the girl?" You heard Moody, he was rather loud, obviously he used the opportunity as most of the students would be either outside or the Great Hall.

"She wouldn't be a nuisance, we have his brother. She will be extremely useful for the next few years. She has much more potential than her parents. Let her bloom Barty" a faint voice answered him, that was the reason Harry's scar was hurting since this morning. Mere communication can still cause it, you knew he couldn't possibly be physically here. 

"What if Harry wouldn't be the one touching the cup?" Moody's voice was filled with excitement but at the same time, fear. 

"I'll kill them. And you next. Better do your job Barty." The voice disappeared. Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps slowly approaching the door. You ran to the closest hiding spot and peeked. 

"Better handle that girl then" Moody looked around before he drank again from his flask. "Polyjuice Potion" you whispered as you observed him. 

He walked away, to the direction you came from, you waited until you made sure he was gone. 

"Mad-Eye Moody!" You started banging the trunk where Moody was prisoned, your hands shaking as you got the key from one of the drawers. 

"Moody!" You banged again, panting, your sweat started dripping. Your heart was beating fast, you have to do something. You sure don't know anything, but Moody surely does. 

You finally opened the last layer of it and saw that he was there, peering back at you, he was thinner than the last time you saw him. And he lost a lot of hair too. 

He seemed mad, of course, you were the only person inside the castle that knew the Professor Moody that was going around the school the whole year was an imposter, well aside from Cedric who was suspicious.

You started explaining to him, now this was the person that deserved your explanation, not the gossip people. 

It took a while before he finally understood. He must be thirsty and hungry, but you didn't bring any food but only your wand. You looked for any container and luckily you saw a flask, it must have been a spare Polyjuice Potion, you threw the insides away.

"Aguamenti" you chanted and the flask started to be filled with clean water. You cleaned the mess you made and returned it from what it was when you entered before you slowly dropped the flask to Moody who was now drinking it like he hadn't drank any water for a whole week.

"I cannot hear clearly, but I heard Little Hangleton. You know that right?" You nodded at his question. "I don't know what and how, but they would try to bring the Dark Lord back. In power" he looks directly at your eyes, his gaze was piercing, he was expecting you to do something. And you will. 

"I'll be back" the last words you said to him before you slowly closed the trunk, he nods slightly for a response, there was also something in his look, the same look you saw with your parents when they were about to die, the same look you saw with the people of the Order, it was a look of hope and pride. 

"Hey hey" you stopped on your tracks and it snapped you back into reality, you didn't know what to do, "Y/N?" Cedric cupped your face, you looked at his eyes, his questioning eyes. "What's wrong, love?" He tucked strands of hair from your face to behind your ear. Your breathing started to calm down. 

"They're moving Ced, I have to do something" you admitted, there was no point in keeping it a secret to him. His jaw dropped, he was now looking everywhere, trying to be cautious. 

"What can I do to help?" He asks, you felt bad, and it seemed like he noticed it. "Don't feel bad, Y/N. You already carried too much burden, at least let me help you carry it" his mouth curves as he assures you. "It will all be okay" he whispers, still not letting go of your face.

You were still doubting, but he was persistent. "Protect Harry. Help me protect Harry, Ced" your eyes darted to him, both of you knew this was a life and death situation. This wasn't just those silly games you played before, you both only had one chance to save a life, and this was it. 

"I will" he nods, there was more than just the tournament in his mind now. And that is to protect Harry. At all costs.

You observed Harry the whole time before the task, ofcourse, not being so obvious. You would join the three of them at some point, or drag Harry with you and the twins as they show the fireworks that they made and plan to light up when he wins or Cedric. 

It was a win-win, Harry forgets that bloody scar while you keep an eye on him. 

And now, it was Cedric's turn. 

He kissed your forehead and gave you a little smile. "You did well. Let me take over" he said before he turned his back and let go of your hand. Amos waited for him and waved in your direction. The corners of your mouth turned up, trying to be nice to him, despite how you somehow despised because of how he always pressures his son, he always has to do this, reach this, be like this. It was not healthy. 

You knew he was trying to be a good parent, but you wished he had taken lessons from your father before he died. Thankfully Mrs. Diggory was nice enough to appreciate Cedric's achievements, small or big. 

"You alright?" Alice asked you as you sat at the bleachers. "Quite" you smiled at her and returned your gaze to the champions. You were with Alice now, well long story short, the twins were with their girlfriends, even Phoebe, and Alice invited you to join her so here you are now. You know Alice is beautiful, she is also great in academics, even she and Luna Lovegood could really pass as siblings, they have the same interest in things that were believed to be not there, and even their way of clothing were the same. But they both confirmed that they were not related. Still, you were still quite confused as to why she was not out there, having a partner. 

"You know that guy?" She pointed to Gregory Goyle's older brother. "Yeah?" There were lines forming between your eyebrows. "He asked me out" she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders started shaking, you also laughed. "What really?" You asked in disbelief, you tried your best not to laugh out loud.

You hated Goyle, he always bullies the ones that he believed was weaker, even Alice. He always made fun of Alice and how she always tries to get people's attention. Now look how the tables have turned.

"He asked me out with those cheesy pick up lines, doll. I tried my best not to laugh and just rejected him immediately" you were both still laughing. She stated some of the pick up lines that made you laugh so much but you still tried not to be loud so in the end, you choked on your own saliva while she stifled a laugh as she pats your back.

The laughter seemed to be a curse, bad luck, or just joy before a disaster. Because right after that you all saw a yellow light sparked to the sky, it was from someone in the maze. 

You were the only one who was not confused, because as that yellow spark flashed, it was a message for you.

'He is safe. Cedric's with him' 

Red sparks were seen earlier, it must have been a marker for the injured ones, but the Yellow ones, the audience and judges didn't know what it meant, only you.

You started praying to the higher ups, if they were ever there, listening to you. You prayed that they would be fine. Only a few scratches, but still good. After just a few minutes another yellow spark was seen, the people decided to shrug it off, but you, you were beyond happy and relieved. The second spark should mean that they got to the cup. They should be arriving any second now. 

You anxiously waited for them, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, and then a minute and they weren't still here. 

'Little Hangleton' 'Back in power' ‘Dark Lord’ 'Coming Back' 'Do your job' 'Kill' 

Voices started to cloud in your mind, Moody, Barty Jr., Voldemort, memories, you patched up the information you got. 

And without even thinking twice you disapparated, thankful that Dumbledore lifted the anti-disapparition charm because there were a lot of outsiders anticipating the third task.

You grunted as you stumbled, you hated how apparition makes your insides like they were being squeezed. It was convenient of course, but you didn't like it. 

"Kill the spare"  you heard, your vision was still dizzy, but you knew that voice. Your vision was blurry, the world was spinning and it felt like your intestines were spinning too. It was the after effect of apparating. 

You stood up, still feeling nauseous, “NOOO!” you shouted as you ran, there were figures and you knew who they were. “Avada Kedavra!” it was definitely Pettigrew, no, not Cedric, not me, not Harry, don’t kill us, please, the words repeated in your mind. The few steps felt like a hundred, you wanted to stop time, and as you rushed towards the figures your vision was slowly being clear. And by the time you can entirely see clearly, you wished, you hoped, that someone blinded you, you wished that this was a dream, hallucination, but as you collapsed on your knees, as the rough ground kissed your legs, it was all real.

“Alice...” tears started to fall from your face as you looked at her face. Her reddish cheeks was now white, her lively eyes was now soulless, her warmth, 

It’s gone, she’s gone. 

“YOU!” You stood up, picking up your wand, Cedric stood beside you, “Free Harry” You commanded him, your nose was now flaring, glaring at the two figures in front of you, Peter Pettigrew carrying the weak Voldemort. 

“Expulso!” you incant, in a snap, Voldemort was now dropped to the ground while Pettigrew was far away, “I’ve had enough of you. You and your values” you stared at Voldemort who was now crawling away, he was so weak, and this was the only time you could do it. The only time you could take revenge from all the lives he took.

“You’re so weak, and you should stay weak” You stepped on his thin legs, he screeched like a creature tortured, “You deserve, every, single, pain” now you stomped on his hand, you felt the bone touch the sole of your feet despite wearing shoes. 

“Sectumsempra!” you cried at his pleading face, you thanked that potions book you saw in the classroom. You watched as so blood just came out from the child like figure in front of you, for a second you thought you were doing something beyond your morals, but you remembered, the images of people that this person-no- monster killed, the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, and friends, he took away so many lives, he made the world like his playground, killing whoever he felt to kill, and that justified what you did. Regret was not even near. 

“Incarcerous” Cedric’s voice echoed, the tense was back again, Pettigrew was still here, “We’ll take care of him” he told you, giving a second to glance at the lifeless Voldemort that was on the ground, curled, you nodded as an approval. 

And like a vase dropped, or someone threw a big stone to your head, you remember Alice's bleeding body, her opened eyes but why? Why is there a ghost of a smile plastered on that doll-like face?

You slowly walked to her lying body, you never expected that this would happen, that she, she would do something like this. Did she just suddenly hold your arm as you disapparated? Is that why she splinched, her arms, even her legs were bleeding. 

“Dumbass, did you even know where I was going.” you kneeled, reached for her face and removed the strands of hair that were blocking her face. “You’re so dumb. Who’s going to call me doll anymore” you blinked and a tear fell straight to her cheek, you blinked again, another tear fell, you blinked, again and again, and at the same time, tears fell on her pale face, you cried, wailed, even shouted while hugging her body. 

She was there when you needed her, she was there to understand you. She was there when you cried, laughed, even if you were sick, she was there. 

“Doll, come here.” Alice called you while you were packing your things, you were a mess, you just heard that your mother was ill, you have to go home. You sighed and let go of the clothes and walked towards her, she tapped the seat in front of the mirror. 

“You know, you should always look tough in front of the people you have to protect. That’s what my parents told me before. The people that saved them from the Death Eaters, they were tough, I told you about that right?” she started brushing your hair, you examined your reflection, your eyebags were visible, you were also definitely thinner than usual, you felt drained. 

“Before my ma died, she told me information about those who saved them. My ma and pa owe their life to them.” even if you didn’t look at her face, you know she was smiling. “She told me that when they were being saved, the woman was pregnant” you can feel the gentleness from her touch. 

“And?” you asked, she was now tying your hair, “and she told me to protect that child, a token of gratitude for giving my ma and pa another tomorrow” she placed the flower accessories in your hair. 

“Did you protect the child?” you turned to her and saw her eyes twinkled, “I still am doll” she replied to you before she handed your bag. Alice used magic to help you pack, you laughed and hugged her, “Thank you” your mouth curved into a smile. “Aww it’s nothing” she waves her hand and rolls her eyes, acting shy. “Shut up” you chuckle before you turn your back and step outside. 

“You impulsive lady, how about that child you should protect. How can you protect them if you’re dead” You were still crying, thinking about all the memories you had with her, and how you would tell Phoebe, she would be heartbroken. 

Was it really necessary? Are sacrifices really necessary? You just wanted to stop a war, a cycle, you wanted to follow the path your parents took, are deaths really necessary? In exchange for peace, a life should be taken. A meaningful life, someone's daughter, friend, and stranger. 

[present]

“Y/N!” a woman’s voice called you, you turned your head and saw a woman, her hair was now just above her shoulder, brown curls jumping as she walked the hill. “Phoebe” you greeted and opened your arms, she sprinted and hugged you. 

“Oop, be careful with the tummy” you grinned and touched your tummy, there was already a big bump, you were pregnant. “Hello there little one” she lowered herself and talked to your bump. 

“It’s her death anniversary isn’t it” she straightened herself and was now staring at the headstone. 

     Alice Constance O’Brien

March 12, 1978 - June 24, 1995

“Hmm” you answered, peace and silence enveloped the both of you. “It was Alice all along.” sadness took over your face as you remembered what Alice has done for you. 

  Loving daughter and friend

                A hero 

“Ced that night when you saw me following the man. Why were you still roaming?” you asked Cedric as he sat at the library.

“I haven’t told you yet? It was the Head Boy, well technically it was Alice actually, she told me that the head boy couldn’t find me so he asked her to tell me. My schedule changed that time” he muttered as he chewed a pumpkin pasty. Your eyebrows shot up and just shrugged. You owe Alice an acid pop at Hogsmeade.

“She was the one who told me about your situation. She must have known about the dark mark but never told us. She wanted to help you, but in the shadows.” Remus admitted as you talked to him about Alice’s death. He was shocked, the whole society members actually. They are now taking care of his subjects that were lurking around. 

“Hello ladies!” George and Fred suddenly appeared, both of them wrapped their arms around each of your shoulders. “Fred. I prefer women, thank you” Phoebe removed Fred’s arm and even tried to dust it off, “Rude” Fred squinted his eyes at her while she just smirked and flipped her hair.

“Where’s your husband and brother?” George asked and also placed flowers at the ground. Now there were a lot of flowers for Alice. “You’re liking that aren’t you?” you talked to the headstone, you were all just silent. Even the loud twins fell in silence, they liked Alice, not romantically, they admired her, how she was unique, always had a voice, and how she stood up for herself. 

“I love it doll” you heard a whisper as the breeze came by, you knew it was her, it had always been her. She was still there, watching. 

“Oh Alice” Phoebe started crying, the twins tried to offer her a hug but she went to you instead, you sniggered as you saw their offended face. 

They all felt her. 

“Hey!” two voices called all of your attention and there it was, Cedric your husband, and your eight year old brother. Theodore hurried to the twins that immediately picked him up, he liked them. “We bought snacks.” Cedric raised a basket and spreaded out a cloth to the grass. 

“Are you crying?” Cedric inspected Phoebe who still has her nose red from crying. “Yes. What about it” she rolled her eyes and got bread from the basket while Cedric was still arranging the cloth. “I’m just asking.” Cedric chuckled and shook his head. 

You observed each and one of them, they all changed, with their own careers and life, of course they will change. Cedric was now working at the ministry, he did once think about being a professional quidditch player, but he felt like a work at the ministry would be better, and he liked it. The twins and their joke shop was still going, stronger as it was before, they’ve built quite the reputation, and Phoebe, she was now a Herbologist, she always had an interest in plants. 

And you, you also built your career, with your dream job. 

Are you seeing this Alice? I made it. We made it. 

You carefully sat at the cloth and they all asked you what you would name the child inside of you. Your eyes gleamed, you always knew that if you had a chance to name your child it would be…

“Alice”

[ushiwakaout]

I love your ehat the haikyuu boys would say! Could I please please please request that for Akaashi or Sugawara? You write them so well, I'm literally in love!

I’ll be making two separate ones! I keep thinking that i’m done w this series but y’all keep wanting more 😤  (not that i’m complaining or anything because it keeps me busy)

and thank you 😭 i’m trying really hard to depict the characters well but i feel like i’m just repeating every single one.

Let’s do Suga first (Slight age difference, Suga 27/You 24 || ya’ll have been dating for two years)

“Hey bug- it’s time to get up.” (6:00 am)

*If you don’t wake up he will pull the blankets off you... naked or not*

“Rise and shine bug!!!” very chaotic... very mean.

“What do you mean you don’t wanna get up... To bad, breakfast is getting cold.”

“I woke you up early because I wanted a head start on our day off, thats why.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“I love you too bug.” 

*forehead kiss*

*will open every single curtain so sunlight can rain into your place... also does it because he loves seeing your skin glow under the sunlight*

“What do you want to do on our day off?”

*he’s a elementary teacher and you’re a college student*

“I was thinking we could maybe....” 

*pulls you into a kiss mid sentence, wrapping his fingers with yours*

“...spend the day at the park, have a picnic like our first date... What do you think?”

*your putty in his hands when he does this every morning. there isn’t a morning that he doesn’t do it*

“What’s on your mind bug?” (6:30 am)

*flash back to last night when he was giving you aftercare, hovering over you lightly as he strokes your face and he says those exact words*

*you tell him and he his brain STOPS WORKING... he’s like Oh? he’s blushing so hard it so cute*

“BUG YOU CAN’T SAY THOSE THINGS TO ME SO EARLY IN THE MORNING”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME?!”

“YOU’RE SO SWEET” *cups your cheeks and kisses your face all around* “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Come on lets sit down and eat breakfast”

*he honestly has a tendancy of asking random questions like*

“Where do ducks come from?”

“Do you think Hinata is having fun in brazil?”

“You think he packed enough sun screen?”

“Should I ask him?”

“I think I’ll call him.” (7:00 am)

*he legit be on the phone with him for hours on end until your ready*

*he walks around the house, sits on the couch, gets up from the couch, makes the bed, watches you in the shower for a bit before smiling and whistling away to the patio*

“You ready yet?”(9:10 am)

“Let’s go then... What do you wanna get first?”

“I kinda want some boba tea...”

“You think they have any discounts since we’re a couple?”

“What? It’s just an extra bonus with being with you.”

“You cannot tell me that you don’t enjoy couples discounts.”

“I am not an old lady! I just like saving my money.”

“Shush woman, hold my head and order me something you think i might like.”

You: “You always get the same thing Koushi.”

“Exactly.” (10:00 am)

*he def pats your butt every time he makes you order something for him*

*one of his students has def seen him do it in public but they’ve never said anything*

*sometimes a student runs up to him and hugs him. makes you want to have kids*

*he introduces you to his kid and you just look at him with awe*

“What’s on your mind, bug?”

*he 100% did that on purpose, and now you’re blushing madly*

“What?” 

*you hit his arm and quickly walk away from him, he’s jogging to catch up and when he does, he quickly holds you hand again*

“What do you want for lunch?” (12:00 pm)

“I think you know what I want.”

“It’s the only thing I eat, what are you expecting?”

you: “I don’t know how you haven’t burned a hole in your stomach yet.”

“Just because i order my mapo tofu super spicy doesn’t mean... it’s super spicy.”

you: “Kouchi... I can barely eat a bite before crying...”

“It’s not spicy.”

“You’re just a baby.” 

*kissing the back of your hand*

*non stop teasing bc you can’t handle spicy food the way he can*

*you guys stop at a shop because both of you forgot to bring a damn basket for the fucking picnic*

“How did we forget a basket? How many baskets do we have now because we’ve forgotten ours?” (12:30)

“I like this one... Do you like this one? I think it matches my hair.”

“This one matches your eyes.... This one- Nope, were getting this one.”

“Okay! Now, lunch!”

“I’ll go get you your food and you get mine, yeah?”

*he pulls you into a soft kiss and just smiles at you*

*HES SO IN LOVE WITH YOU EVERYONE AROUND CAN NOTICE*

*when you come back with his favorite food and a little extra, he get’s excited*

“You brought me sweets?! I brought you some too! Wha’cha get?” (1:30 pm)

*When you pick a spot to sit down, he just wants to kiss you all over. hes the sweetest man you’ll ever meet*

*It’s probably three hours into the picnic and his man FALLS ASLEEP ON YOU. He’s so tired from taking care of young children that just listening to you talk to him so softly and so easily when he was on your lap- it drifted him off to sleep*

you: “Koushi... bub? Wake up... I’m getting hungry again.” (6:30 pm)

*he has the sweetest giggle when he hears your voice*

“Have I told you- HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?!”

*so much energy when he wakes up- its crazy.*

you: “Kou- you need to be more quiet.”

“No... I LOVE YOU- I LOVE you so so much.”

*starts kissing you everywhere and pins you to the ground*

“I love you so much... and one of these days I am going to make you my wife... and you’ll never know the day.”

*he loves saying stuff like that because it gets in your head all day. little do you know HES LEGIT BEEN CARRYING HIS GRANDMOTHERS OLD RING IN HIS POCKET EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS BECAUSE HE HASN’T FOUND THE RIGHT MOMENT*

“Come on, let’s go find a restaurant of your choosing.”

*doesn’t let go of your hand until you reach the restaurant table, and then grabs your hand over the table*

“Your hand would look so pretty with a ring on it.” (7:30)

you: “stop joking! you’re awful.”

*he just smiles at you and really just says fuck it*

“Who says i’m joking, bug.”

*under the table he’s taking out the ring from the box and then slowly puts it on your ring finger*

you: “kou-”

“I’ve been holding on to this for about... two years now? What do you say?” 

you: “I still think you joking... You’re not, right?”

*he let out a light laugh and shook his head*

“No i’m not...”

*you quickly nod your head and lean over the table to hug him*

“I promise you give you a happy future...”

tags(s): @foggycashdreampainter