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legitalicat · 15 days

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Appalachian!Sihtric proposes to you.

AN: I may be having too much fun with this.

Collection masterlist here!

CW: Language, tooth rotting fluff

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x reader!

Sihtric had decided when you first talked about the idea of being married that he would need to wait until he bought your first actual house.

He was grateful for the fact you guys had a solid start, of course.

But he thought you deserved the world.

And so he may have...gotten the foreman job a while before he told you about it.

With the pay difference and the longer hours, that you chalked up to getting more work which you were grateful for, he was able to save a down payment for most any house for sale in the area without you realizing.

He started asking you what you envisioned your house being.

Eventually this lead to you finding local house listings and sending them to him.

Your favorite?

One that had a massive chunk of land with it and a four car garage.

You deemed it perfect. The nearby woods made for a time riding on four-wheelers or dirt bikes.

All the land meant you would have room for animals and even a garden and your future kids would play there.

The garage would be good for his project cars and dirt bikes.

So he managed to get through the process of buying the house, including the loan and inspections and all that, all in secret.

He put just as much time into picking your ring.

He originally wanted to give you his grandma's ring, but you had told him once you were too worried about ever losing it. So he scrapped that idea.

Your trips to the mall, he now started letting the sparkling jewelry store distract you. You pointed out your ideal cut, your ideal stone, all of it.

Until finally he was able to go to the store and three others to get you the perfect ring.

Buying the house meant he couldn't adhere to the 3 months rule for buying one, but he figured you'd be okay with it.

He asked your dad's blessing.

It was a bit old fashioned, you knew, but it was a big part of his values to make sure your father's opinions got heard even if he chose to ignore him.

Surprisingly, your father couldn't imagine a reason to say no.

He knew Sihtric loved you more than anything. He knew that he had protected you from the moment you laid eyes on each other and that the boy would probably keep swinging his fists in your defense until he was 90.

With your dad's blessing, he planned carefully.

He was signing the final paperwork on a Tuesday morning. He would propose that same evening.

He reached out to your boss and explained the situation. Thankfully you had a cool boss who was willing to schedule you off that day and the following.

Sihtric asked your mom to treat you to a girl's day. Get manicures. Go shopping. Lunch. All his treat. Just bring you back so you would be here at dusk.

He stayed at the house all day, waiting for the utilities to get turned on. He packed you both an overnight bag and brought the air mattress so you both could spend this night in your new home.

He lined the gravel driveway with tea light candles. Wrapped the banister on the front porch in fairy lights. Got you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

And then, dressed in his finest clothes (which were really just the only clothes that wasn't stained from oil and grass) and the ring in one hand, flowers in the other, he waited.

You didn't know where your momma was taking you, or why you had picked your dad up from work. You just watched the scenery pass by as you drove just out of town.

When you pulled up, you were staring in awe. You got out of the car, wearing a dress you had gotten that day with your nails freshly done.

Sihtric swore you had never looked more beautiful. Although, he said that for every moment he deemed significant.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, not quite putting together what was going on.

He could only chuckle, having always appreciated the fact that you were so good at seeing small details but couldn't always put them together for the bigger picture.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course, Sihtric, and I love you too. But what does that have to do with anything? Whose house is this?"

"Ours."

You stopped talking instantly. You stared at him with your jaw hung open.

When you finally could pull your gaze away from him, you frantically looked around and realized this was the house from the listing you had fallen in love with.

He explained everything to you. How he got the promotion, getting paid more, knowing that as long as you both weren't struggling you would be okay without his extra income at your disposal and that he always made sure you guys were taken care of through this process.

He handed you the flowers before he got on one knee.

"Baby, I love you so much. I would tear apart the mountains and sky if you asked me."

"Sihtric."

You realized then what was happening. This house was yours.

He promised a house, a marriage, kids, life, love, grandkids, and old age too you. In that order.

This house was your perfect house. It had everything you could ever ask for or need.

You already felt he maybe had planned for you two to get some animals this weekend.

Maybe a dog or a cat.

Definitely some chickens.

And you looked at the flowers, the ring, the house, him.

It was all overwhelming you in the best way. Tears flew into your eyes as you say the flowers carefully on the ground.

"I have wanted you ask you since we we were eighteen but I made you promises."

"I know."

"And baby I can't promise I'll be perfect. Fuck you know I ain't. But I love you. I love you enough that I would fight all the gods in the universe to keep you by my side."

"I know."

"You are my everything. The one I was made for. And I'll bring home every trinket you want, every little stone to add to your penguin pebbles."

"Damn it Sihtric, ask me so I can answer!"

"Will you marry me?"

You all but tackled him to the ground, kissing every inch of his face. Muttering the same word over and over again.

"Yes."

Taglist: @foxyanon

#appalachian sihtric #sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #au #sihtric x reader

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slowsweetlove · 1 year

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Thanks for tagging me @blurredcolour <3

ೃ࿔*･ 𝟏𝟕 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝟏𝟕 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

nickname: none other then my online names merica or slowsweetlove. IRL none

sign: Libra

height: 6’1" or 187 cm for us Europeans

last thing i googled: "sangbleu tattoo zürich" because I'm nosy AF

song stuck in head: Black Velvet - Alannah Myles

number of followers: 166 - and I think half of them are deactivated or dormant

amount of sleep: a lot if I can have my way. Now that my kids are older I average 7,5 h per night and usually about 30 minutes of a nap in the afternoon

dream job: I really don't have one. I never had the epiphany of what I would like to do for a living or pursue as my passion. I'm very jealous of people that know what to do with their lives or have a goal they'd like to achieve. I'm just drifting through my life.

wearing: hand-knitted socks, a black dotted tee, black jean dungarees, red hooded fleece jacket. Four simple white gold/silver rings. Birkenstocks. Grey hair.

movies/books that summarise you: The Neverending Story, because I've always been a dreamer, a (happy) loner and a socially awkward person

favourite song: throw any 90s alternative/grunge my way and I'm very happy. Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. is an all-time favourite though

favourite instrument: I can't play any instrument but I'm all for (classical) percussions and drums. A nice driving bass beat elevates my mood.

aesthetic: anything IKEA has on offer and old grandma stuff that's up on craigslist. We have no curated style for our home. We live in it and drag furniture to places it is needed atm. Personal style: being in my 40s taught me that comfort comes first. I don't bother with clothes that don't fit anymore or make me feel self-conscious. So usually it's jeans and a t-shirt. But I can make an effort if the occasion calls for it. Just not many occasions to dress up fancy.

favourite author: I haven't read a real book novel in ages. Physical books tend to be cookbooks or other technical books. If I wanna get lost in a novel I read fanfiction. A lot of it. Too much maybe.

random (fun) fact: I met my husband online while I ditched school in my last year of high school. In my last year, I missed about 150 classes and just barely graduated. But I met the love of my life. So there's that. I'm a computer engineer who apart from my 3 years of education never worked as a programmer.

I'm so late with this I think everybody and their aunt already did this. So everyone who feels compelled to do this be my guest.

#personal #questions

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anbubisibuna · 2 years

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Das Haus Anubis Character Life Stories my headcanon:

Nina: 🧸🎨

Nina was born on March 19th 1994 in Germany in a small village in Hessen. Nina used to live with her parents and her grandmother in a big house with a garden until the accident happened. (Her grandmother the mother of her father). Her grandmother had her own small flat in the basement. Nina's father was a successful lawyer therfor they were wealthy and they did alot of activities together. Nina's mother was an artist. Her mother would sometimea draw with her but Nina can't remember much of it. Nina only has vivid memories of her parents. Like how her dad used to go fishing and how her mom didn't like fish. Before her parents death Nina's mother gave Nina a diary in which she could write in once she was old enough.

On November 12 1999 it was a very rainy day Nina's parents both went shopping and took the car. They left by 10am and never came back. At 4pm there was a knock on the door. Two policemen stood there. Nina still being to young was sent in another room to play. The policemen then told her grandma the devastating news.

Nina's father was immediately dead after the accident. Her mother is in the hospital fighting for her life. Nina's grandma fought her best to keep it together for the sake of little Nina.

Nina and her grandmother went to her hospital to visit her mother. She had various injuries and internal bleeding. The prognosis were bad and the doctors gave a 1% that she would live. But still Nina and her grandmother didn't give up on her and were next on her bed everyday for almost 24 hours. Nina doesn't remember much from it, because she was only four. But she remembers her grandma holding her in her lap reading bedtime stories until she fell asleep. And sometimes she could hear her softly crying.

Four days after the accident her mother also died from her injuries. The first few months were hard because Nina couldn't fully grasp her parents not being there anymore. Her grandmother and her lived in the big house now together with her grandmother having full custody of her. Nina's grandmother gave her best in raising her. She was due her son's early death a bit protective of Nina. She didn't want her to go out later than 8pm. Nina never complained anyways. Her grandmother was everything for her.

Nina started to write in her diarys after her 8th birthday. After this she wrote something every single day. It was something that would remind her of her mother. And it felt like she would tell her about her day through her diary.

Nina started drawing again at the age of 9. She loved to draw landscapes, trees, birds etc. At school she had a close friend Abby with who she hung out with almost everyday. In the 8th grade Abby had to move which devasted Nina. Nina wasn't very popular in school. She wasn't bullied. She was just a shy kid and making friends was hard for her. For the next few years her grandma was her best friend.

In Spring of Nina's 9th grade, the health of Nina's grandmother worsened and she realised that she needs to be in a nursing home. It took them for a while until they found a nursing home and a place to stay for Nina. On September 29th 2009 Nina moved in the house Anubis and her grandmother to the nursing home.

Delia: 🛍👠

Delia was born on August 9th 1994 in Berlin. Delia's mother died right after her birth. ¹ After her mothers death her father was absolutely devastated and he made sure that Delia has everything she needs growing up. For the next couple of years Delia's father most of the time worked from home and the same time took care of Delia. Delia's father was a very successful real estate agent. His wealth allowed him to buy everything Delia wanted. Which he did because she was his little princess.

Delia discovered early her interest in fashion and make up. She loved to dress herself up in pretty clothes and do her make up. She would design new clothes for her Barbie dolls out of cloths. Delia also would invite friends over for a fashion show.

Delia startet doing balett when she was 6 and quit after 3 years.

When Delia was 9 years old Delia's father went out with a woman for the first time after her mothers death. The woman was roughly ten years younger than her father. She was a nice woman at first but Delia immediately had that gut feeling that something wasn't right with her. The two dated for 4 months until they broke it off. For the next couple of years Delia's father continued to date most of the time younger women. Delia soon started to realize why they were interested in her father: It was his money.

During that time Delia's father spend alot more time working outside his home, so Delia's stepmothers took care of her. Delia remembers them always being so nice to her face but as soon she would turn her back they would talk badly on their phone about her.

When Delia was 12 she met Kaya for the first time during the Hollidays in Hawaii. Delia immediately started crushing on him. And he had found interest in her aswell. Delia however acted like she wasn't interested in him first so he would have a hard time getting her. That what she has seen from her father and his girlfriends. Her father would always buy various gifts for them to impress them. That's what Delia wanted aswell. The two kissed on the last day at their hollidays after a surf show. It was Delias first kiss.

Delia forgot about Kaya and she briefly dated two other guys. Delia became very popular in school especially with the boys. She was labelled as the prettiest girl in school and that was what she felt like.

Delia didn't see Kaya again until a year later. When her father out of the blue annouced that Delia has to move in an internaat. Delia at first protested but agreed after he bought her the expensive Designer dress she always wanted. Her father also told her there was a very prestigious school in the near with good chances for a good career. And Delia always wanted to make career since she was little. So she agreed.

On September 8th 2007 Delia moved to the House Anubis. Two weeks after moving in. Delia has called in faith. Kaya moved in the House Anubis aswell. They two started to going out a few months after.

Daniel: 🧮🧠

Daniel was born on on January 12 1994 in a small village in Germany Bayern . His father was an accountant and his mother a secretariat. When Daniel was four years old his mother gave birth to his brother. Tobias. Tobias had downsyndrome. Early on Daniel stood up for his brother and defended him from bullies.

His relationship with his parents for the case normal and healthy.

Daniel discovered already by an young age an interest in Aerchology. He soon realizes he had alot in common with his uncle Peer. He would often go over to his place and discuss various things about history and aerchology. He didn't had much interest in his parents occupations. Daniel loved to read early on and he was always labeled as a very sharp individual.

However when Daniel was 11 years old his uncle Peer had to move. Three hours away from their home. The visitations had become rarer. In school Daniel also faced some sort of depression. He felt unchallenged and bored. Daniel however didn't want to skip a grade. ( The school he was visiting at this time had a low reputation and the education they received was more low hanging fruit). After some discussions with the teachers, his parents, the school counselour and the principal. They decided it was best for Daniel to transfer to a different school. 5 months later they found a suitable school for him with a free place. However the school was three hours away from his home.

After some more discussions they decided that Daniel would move in to an Internaat near the school.

On March 5th 2006 Daniel moved to the House Anubis.

Luzy: 💄🧨

Luzy was born on October 29 1994 in Bremen, Germany. Luzy came from a middle class family. She had an older sister named Diana. Her parents loved her but from a young age Luzy always felt like her parents were favouring Diana. Diana got effortlessly good grades, she was popular in school and she was good in sports. She was everything and Luzy envied her.

When Luzy was 8 years old her later best friend Linn moved next to her. The two immediately clicked off and hung out almost everday after school. And eventhough Linn came from a different economic class. With Linn Luzy finally found someone who understood her. Linn stood up for Luzy when she was being teased for her light red hair.

Through her childhood Luzy has grown into a pretty feisty and hotheaded person. She was getting into some physical fights with other people when the provoked her and also had to serve some detentions.

Luzy contiuned to get into trouble with other students for defending herself. When her parents had enough of her parents and decided to have her move to an internaat. Luzy was of course furious upon the discovery. She did not intend to live this far away from her best friend.

Linn then argued with her parents that she also wanted to move in an internaat aswell.

Luzy and Linn moved in the House Anubis on March 16 2006.

Felix: 🎃🎭

Felix Gaber was born on May 26th 1994 in Frankfurt Germany. His father was a construction manager from a very successful firm and his mother was a stay at home mother. Felix had two older twin brothers who are 10 years older than him.

Growing up his parents were very strict, especially his father. Felix does remember having some sort of a loving relationship with his mother. Felix had always been a prankster in school. Which caused getting him into alot of trouble.

His brothers sometimes would help him out of it .

He met Magnus when he was in 3th grade. The two quickly became friends. With Magnus Felix had a companion to play pranks with. What Felix also liked the most Magnus most of the time figured a way out to get them out of trouble. He would often go over to his place to hang out. Magnus lived in a big house. His parents were rarely there. He was with a Nanny who slept most of the time. So everything was allowed. Completely different in Felix' household.

Felix however did wonder what Magnus' parents had been doing and why Felix had never seen them.

In 5th grade Magnus and his parents moved to München. Felix hated now being without his best friend.

Felix met Mo when he was in 5th grade Mo was 5 years older than him. Mo and Felix sort of became friends soon after. Mo teached Felix everything he knew about doing Horror Make Up. Which Felix loved to do, so he could scare people. Mo also teached Felix other skills like breaking into a door etc. He also got interested in technology thanks to Mo and Felix soon after became very skilled in it.

One time he put a virus on his teachers computer so the exam they were about to do couldn't be done.

Felix was getting into various of troubles and after almost burning down the school on accident he was expelled. His parents were furious but mostly his father. His brothers were both well behaved young men and were studying at a noble University in Norwegian.

His parents then decided to let him move to the House Anubis. But that was his last chance. If he got there expelled aswell they would sent him to an Internaat in Switzerland.

On September 7th 2005 Felix came to the House Anubis.

Magnus: 💵🏆

Magnus was born on April 12. 1994 in Düsseldorf Germany. He is part Romanian from his mother. His father is german. Growing up he always had a close relationship with his father despite seeing him not so often. His father was like a hero for him who he would do anything to impress. He also loved playing golf with him.

During his childhood most of the time the Romanian Nanny Marya would look after Magnus.

Magnus joined alot of competitions and was determined to win them. However his parents rarely showed up to any of them. Whenever he did win something his parents gave him some cash and told him to buy something nice. ²

In 3th grade he moved to Frankfurt in a new house where he met Felix. Magnus at first thought that Felix was a weirdo. But he began to like him because he did find him funny lowkey and he was the first friend he ever had. He invited Felix often to come over to his house to play games with him.

After finding out that he had some talent in singing his parent made him join choir called Penguins. It was something he enjoyed to do and he did it for almost two years.

In 5th grade he had to move with his parents to München. His father got a new job there.

He lived there, before his father got arrested.

On November 8th 2004 Magnus wanted to visit his father in his office to surprise him. That was the moment where is life changed forever. Magnus remembers two men screaming at his father hitting him and then arresting him. The court process was held two weeks after. On December 9th is father was being charged guilty for massive fraud and was sent to prison for life. Magnus was devasted. Soon after Magnus saw his mother with a new man and his parents got a divorce. On March 14th 2005 his mother gave birth to his first half sister. Which confirmed him that his mother had been cheating on his dad.

Despite that Magnus loved his half sister and took care of her. He however didn't like the relationship his mother had with his stepfather. After trying to break them up numerous times and getting into trouble at school because people made fun of him his father being in jail. His mother had enough.

She wanted to restart with a new family and Magnus was being a bad influence. He was being too much like his father. On September 2005 Magnus was being sent to the House Anubis.

Mara: 🌻⭐️

Mara was born on August 25th 1994 in Egypt. Right after her birth there was a big massacre. The society who were after everyone who was in the bloodline of Amneris to get eternal life murdered her parents first and then every new born baby they got their hands on.

During this bloodbath her parents got the wrong baby. Mara. The fleed from Egypt to Oman. Her sister Malika was one years old at the time.

Mara's father was a profi athlete and her mother was a stay at home mother. Mara loved to do sport with him. She also discovered early on a talent in learning new languages. She started to learn german when she was 6, French when she was 7, and Spanish when she was 8.

She did learn german with her older sister Malika. Mara had a very close relationship with her sister. She was her best friend.

When Mara turned 12 her father began having less time for her. He was more and more busy with his own sports or other things. Mara began to be very sad about this when he cancelled plans with her he promised. She however was still determined to get back his attention. Even when it was hard to do sometimes. ³

Mara has grown an interest in singing and she took some singing lessons and she loved doing Karaoke.

When Mara was 14 Malika wanted to go to Switzerland in an Internaat which offerered an excellent teaching programm. Mara didn't want to there because all of them wore uniforms and it was too boring for her. Mara did want to go to an internaat in Germany. Her parents agreed after some time of convincing.

Mara moved to the House Anubis on September 2008.

Kaya: ⚽️💪

Kaya was born on October 16th 1992 in Turkey. After his birth he moved with his family to Germany. On July 2th 1994 his sister Aylin was born. Aylin was blind from birth.

Kaya decided when was four that he would become a doctor and figure out a way to cure her blindness.

Kaya however had problems in school it took him longer to understand things, like the rest of the students. He became frustrated and unmotivated when it came to school. Kaya had to repeat the first grade and the fourth grade.

He did had a talent in sport which he figured out when he was 10. He played soccer, basketball, did track and surfing. Kaya tried every sport possible and he was quick to pick it up. Every summer he spent his Hollidays on Hawaii sand and participated on surfing competitions.

During his childhood the other kids made fun of his sister Aylin due her blindness. Kaya always defended his little sister which caused him being picked on sometimes aswell.

It did stop when Kaya got older. And he got more popular.

Kaya began to become interested in girls when he was 12. He was very popular with the girls due his good looks and charm.

When Kaya was almost 14 he met Delia during his hollidays in Hawaii. He has sworn he has never met a girl who was prettier than her. He kissed her on the last day of his hollidays.

Four months later he fell madly in love with a girl named Gia. Gia was a confident skater girl who was a year older than him. Kaya dated her for four months when he went to a Surf Camp with her for ten days During this time they met Benny a guy who was 17 at the time. Benny repeatedly flirted with Gia eventhough he knew she was with Kaya.

On the last day at their surf camp Kaya saw Gia making out with Benny which devasted him. Not only that but Gia broke up with him right after and started dating Benny.

Kaya continued to get bad grades in school until his father had enough. He sent Kaya to the House Anubis Internaat on September 22th 2007.

¹ We don't know anything about her mother so it is easily to assume that she's dead and also is so spoiled from her father.

² He has various trophies in his room. I think during his childhood he was very competitive so he could get his parents attention in some way.

³ I just think Mara's obession with Kaya in Season 1 runs deeper and is maybe connected with the daddy issues of her father. Like Kaya and her father are both athletes. And don't have much time for her. I think of any other reason why Mara was so determined to be with Kaya it's like she tried to get the love from Kaya she didn't get from her father enough or something.

Order of moving in:

Magnus and Felix moved in September 2005, Age: 11 years.

Daniel and Luzy moved in on March 2006, Age: Daniel 12 years, Luzy 11 years.

Delia and Kaya moved in on September 2007, Age : Delia 13 years, Kaya 15 years

Mara moved in on September 2008, Age: 14 years

Nina moved in on September 2009, Age 15 years

#das haus anubis #het huis anubis #mara minkmar #magnus von hagen #kaya sahin #nina martens #daniel gutenberg #felix gaber #luzy shoppa #delia seefeld #i spent enough time writing this and thinking about this and i just don't have the patience anymore.#so i just post this #i might edit it later sometime.

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lukeevangelista · 2 years

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could you please write something where you and kniesy are at a get together with your family and your little cousins are in awe with him and he spends the whole afternoon playing with them and taking care of them and the reader is just 🥰🥰 ?

uh- yeah! you never have to ask

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your family was having a family reunion, something they did every year. mainly because all the kids and grandchildren were in school and not all of them could come back during the holidays. it was a struggle, but everyone knew they’d see them later on in the year when the reunion happened.

but this year, it was different for you. matthews hockey season had ended early and school was fixing to let out for the year, so what better way to introduce matthew than during this time of year?

you had talked to him about it, him agreeing to go almost immediately. he knew family was important to you and you were important to him so he didn’t mind going and facing your chaotic family if that meant putting a smile on your face.

“are you sure?” you asked, biting your lip as you pulled into your grandmas driveway, “i can say you’re sick or something.”

“baby, stop. i agreed to this. i know what i’m getting myself into.” he laughed, “now cmon before i make a bad impression.” he whispered as he saw some people looking out the window at your car, “i don’t want them to thing something is happening out here.” he said as he got out of the car, running to your side of the car, opening it for you, “after you.”

“thank you.” you sheepishly smiled as he took your hand in his, shutting the car door quickly. you led him to the front of the house, you opening the door bent welcome to kiss screaming and a bunch of chatter throughout the house.

“auntie y/n!”

“baby p!” you yelled back just as excited as the four year old, you picking her up quickly, “how’s my favorite girl?” you asked her.

“good!“ she responded back, “i lost a tooth!” she grinned at you.

“you did! look at you!” you smiled back, “you gotta stop growing up on me!”

“daddy said the same thing!” she giggled as she turned her head, seeing matthew standing behind you, “who’s that?” she whispered as she pointed behind you, a blush falling onto her cheeks as mathew tipped his head back, letting a laugh escape his lips.

“yeah i’d like to know that too.” your older brother riker said as he walked up, “hi pumpkin.” he said as he pulled you into a side hug.

“this is- uh..” you stuttered, “this is matthew, my boyfriend.”

“boyfriend?!” your niece and brother said at the same time, both in different tones. one being confused and the other being excited.

“yeah..” you softly laughed as matthew held his hand out for riker to shake it, him ignoring it as he took his daughter from your arms, them walking away, her talking about how cute matthew is and how she wants a boyfriend like that one day, him immediately shooting her down.

“well… that went well.” matthew whispered from behind you.

“ignore him. he’ll warm up to you.” you replied back as you drug him through the house and into the backyard, seeing your dad outside grilling with your uncle, “hi daddy.” you smiled as he brought you into a hug.

“hi baby.” he replied back, swaying back and forth as matthew stood awkwardly behind you, “you must be hockey player matthew.” he said pulling away as he held out his hand to your boyfriend.

“yes sir.” he responded.

“good grip. i like him.”

“dad!” you laughed as the two started talking about his college career and what he was planning on doing in the future.

you stood there listening to the two of them chatter away until you felt a small tug on the bottom of your dress, seeing your sisters little boy standing there, “auntie y/n, will you play with me?” he asked as he propped his foot on a soccer ball.

“baby, auntie y/n isn’t wearing appropriate clothing right now to play with the you.” you whispered as you knelt down to the 6 year old, brushing the hair that fell in his eyes out of his face, “but if you ask matthew here,” you said as you pointed to your boyfriend, “he might play with you.”

“will he?“

“you’ll have to ask him!”

“mr. matthew?” your nephew, carter, asked as he tugged on matthews jeans; matthew kneeling down to be eye level with him.

“hi buddy.” he started, “what’s up?”

“will you play soccer with me?” carter asked as matthew looked towards you, you giving him a little nod.

“sure buddy,” he said, “but look, you cant embarrass me too much here. i’m trying to impress you guys, okay?”

“okay!” carter cheered as he kicked the ball, matthew running over to the other side of the backyard as carter kicked it to him.

“well would you look at that?” your mom softly smiled as she walked to where you were standing, watching your boyfriend play with the sweet child, “if that doesn’t give you baby fever, i don’t know what will.”

you rolled your eyes, “mom, we’re so young and he’s fixing to go into the league-“

“baby, i was just kidding.” she laughed as she placed her hand on your shoulder, “but i will say, you’ve got a keeper.” she said as the two of you turned to see your niece, penelope, now on matthews back as he tried to kick the ball back to carter, her giggles ringing through the air.

“i know i do.”

“guys! lunch is ready!” your mother shouted to the three children in the backyard, them all running towards you guys.

matthew stopped to place a kiss on your forehead, causing your mom to aw at you two before making “i remember when you used to do that to me.” comment to your dad, him scoffing at her.

“if you and matthew break up, we get to keep matthew and you’re leaving.” carter said as he sat down at the table, your sister letting out a laugh before fussing at her son.

“well carter, you don’t have to worry about anything because i don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” he said to the boy sitting next to him.

“does this mean you want to marry auntie y/n?”

“well penelope, we’re still really young right now, but one day.” he whispered back to the young girl as he looked across the table at you, “one day.”

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Toil and Trouble (C.E)

(IV)

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Summary: You and Chris try to get your three kids ready for the halloween party but there seems to be one problem after the other.

Warnings: I think it’s all fluff but not sure.

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You don’t know why you thought that this was going to be easy. Nothing related to your three little munchkins was never easy; whether it was the 48-50 hour labor both times or getting them into simple onesies. Elizabeth and Jason were three years old while Emma just crossed the nine month mark. They were all very well mannered children but when they were in a mood, you and Chris were outnumbered.

This was one of those situations. Lizzie and Jason had already picked their outfits two weeks prior to the halloween party at their grandma’s house. Jason went with a bat costume while Lizzie chose Captain America. When asked about their choices, their answers made you fall in love with them at their adorableness.

“Ben said bats scary. Will scawe girls ‘cause they got coo’ies.” Jace replied to Chris while trying on his bat costume. Your husband just chuckled at his comment and proceeded to get him out of the clothing. Ben, his best friend always had some interesting theories.

“Want to become like Daddy.” Your elder daughter was really a fan of Captain America. It was to the point where everything in her room was Marvel themed. She made her father wear his costume most of the times he used to play with them. Lizzie was a daddy’s girl through and through.

Chris and you decided to go with more of a casual wear seeing as you both had to handle three kids under the age of four. Now, Emma’s costume was kept as a surprise for your other kids. You and Chris had found a Winter Soldier’s costume of her size when you were out shopping the other day for winter clothes. Both of your girls dressed up as Steve and Bucky would be so freaking adorable, at least that’s what you thought.

“Darling, you wake up the two li’l devils and i’ll get Emma ready.”

“Why do you get the easier job?”

“‘cause she obviously loves me more than you.”

“You wish.” Scoffing at his comment, you were about to head to your littlest bug’s room but you were pulled back into your husband’s arm.

Chris boasted with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.“Every girl loves me.”

“Not me.”

“Yeah and you gave birth to three of m’children ��cause you don’t love me.”

“Well, let’s just say I used you for the looks.”

Putting a hand on his chest, he let out a fake gasp. “That’s just shallow, darlin’.”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” You let out a laugh and gave his pout a kiss.

Going up to Emma’s room, you turned on the lights and saw your little girl already sitting up in her crib with her stuffed lion tucked under her arm. You had decided to get all the children ready and then get dressed up yourself. There was one hour left to the party so you immediately got to work.

The one thing that you were glad about was that your children loved baths. You didn’t know if it were the bubbles or the rubber ducks but you didn’t care. They all loved it and that made your life a whole lot easier. Once Emma was showered, you were about to put her in her outfit but she started kicking her legs, trying to get away.

“Babe, you gotta stay put.”

“No! Sippy!”

“We need to put this on and then we can drink as many orange juice as you want when we get to nanna’s house.”

“Sippy!”

“Honey, you-”

Before you could get another word out, she turned on her belly and started crawling away from you. You were so shocked to see her crawling that you realised a little late about the fact that she was too near to the edge of the bed.

“Emma Rose! You could have gotten heart!” Picking her quickly from her position, you quickly turned your ‘mom’ voice on. What you didn’t realise was that your voice had risen a little and your daughter hated that.

“Mum- Mumma bad!” She started kicking you to get away with hot tears running down her face.

“Stop kicking mama, that’s bad.”

You just held on to her while she had her little tantrum. You wanted to give her a lecture about her attitude but you also knew that she won’t stop crying without her juice. You were already running late so you just caved in.

“Why isn’t she dressed?” Chris came out of the twins’ room just about the time you exited with a diaper clad toddler in your arms.

“Ma’am here is throwing a tantrum just like you.”

“Hey! What did I do?” A fake offended look crossed his face and you just started making your way towards the kitchen.

“Just passed on all your ‘ttitude.”

“Can’t help it, love. It’s all by chance.”

“Mhmm.”

“What does our little munchkin want anyway?”

“Your little munchkin, mister. Wants- no, actually demands orange juice.” You were annoyed at the situation because only half an hour was left till the party was going to begin and you hadn’t even started to get ready. You just wanted to get the whole family prepped and out of the door before 7:30 but it now appeared that you were going to be late.

“Juiche!!! I want it, daddy.” Emma looked adorable in her costume and Chris had to admit that she made a much better Captain America than him.

Chris gave you a look and now it was your turn to feel apologetic. Mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ you poured out the orange juice into their respective sippy cups and handed it to them. Thankfully, Jace didn’t want any so he just went to the lounge to watch some cartoons that were put on by your husband.

“(Y/N), please go and get ready while I watch over these three.”

“Thank you.” You pecked him gratefully because he truly was the best husband and father anyone could have asked for.

You quickly put on your summer dress that you had planned to wear this evening when you heard two loud cries from downstairs. You abandoned your iron rod and went to the kitchen again. It was literally a mess. You were shocked to see your spotless kitchen covered in orange juice.

“Jace, it’s okay. Stop crying bubba.”

“What happened?” You quickly moved into action and picked up the other twin in your arms that was now red from crying.

“Turned to put Emma’s sipp’ in the dishwasher when li’le mister here jumped in front of Lizzie and scared her, She then threw her cup at him once she realised it was Jace.” Your husband narrated the entire incident and you gave both your eldest a disapproving look.

“Bring Jace over here.”

Making them stand next to each other, you kneeled in front of both of them with a stern expression on your face. Meanwhile, Chris picked up Emma from her high chair and went to the washroom to clean her up. Somehow she had managed to make a mess of herself even with a sippy cup. But no one could blame a nine month old; they were just too cute.

“Why did you scare your sister, Jace?”

“Tho- Thought it was funny, mommy.” Sobbing, he came to hug you but you halted his motions. They needed to learn a lesson first and then cuddles.

“It’s not funny t’scare people. We can all have fun with our costumes but not like this. People get scared and that’s a bad thing sometimes.”

“‘kay, mommy.”

“Apologise to your sister, now.”

Turning his head to look at his twin, he spoke with a hiccup. “S- Sorry, Liz.”

“Now, Elizabeth.” Your daughter already knew that she was in trouble when you addressed her with her full name. “Why did you throw your cuppy at your brother.”

“Got scared and then Jacey started laughin’. I got angry.” There was something very interesting with the three years old sneaker because she wasn’t looking at you.

“Look at mommy when you are speaking to me.”

“Sorry mommy.”

“Now, we don’t throw things when we’re angry. People get hurt just like your brother did.”

“Jacey has a booboo?”

“Mhmm. Look at his forehead.”

Elizabeth turned towards her brother and intently looked at the bump forming on his forehead. Thank God, there wasn’t any bruising or bleeding so you knew that the bump would go away in a few days. But it could have been worse and you didn’t even want to imagine it.

“Sorry Jacey.”

“It’s okay. I scared you first.”

You interrupted their cute conversation by putting a hand on both their arms. “You both know that you did the wrong thing. What is the punishment for it?”

“Time-out.” They both responded with a solemn look in their eyes and shared eye contact with each other.

Chris stepped out of the washroom with a clean baby in his arms who now was covered in her favorite unicorn onesie. You always kept extra ones in the bathroom closet downstairs for convenience. He had given Emma her pacifier so she was just happily sucking on it while clinging to her daddy.

“Both of you are goin’ in your rooms and have to stay there for half an hour and think about what you did.” Chris spoke up and the twins looked at you for help.

“Y’heard what daddy said. Get going.”

Both of them sulkily went to their rooms and you just moved in closer to your husband.

“Looking pretty, by the way.”

You let out a tired laugh and just hugged him. “I look like a hobo right now.”

“My hobo.”

“Are we goin’ to the party then?”

“None of us are ready and not in the mood anymore.”

“Same here. Let’s just order a pizza and then call the twins back.”

Pecking him on his lips, you went for the phone. “‘kay. Love you, baby.”

“Love you too. Happy Halloween.”

“Yeah, yeah. Same for you.” It was some Halloween but you would still remember it fondly because it was time spent with your children. The rest of the night, you all cuddled under the warm blanket on the couch and watched Nemo (all your kids and Chris’s current favorite movie).

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Walburga Comes for Dinner (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: Walburga comes for dinner and sees her children for the first time in a very long time. (goes with the Dinner with the Dursleys and Tuesday night dinner one shot...see below for links)

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Dinner with the Dursleys

Tuesday Night Dinners

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This will be interesting…

That was the thought that went through your mind when Regulus stepped through the front door after a long day at work. Joanna immediately waddled over to her father, hopping up and down screaming “daddy” until he was able to get his coat off and pay attention to the child.

“Good, Joanna. Get him buttered up.”

You thought as Regulus came into the kitchen snuggling his face against Joanna’s head.

“You look pretty, darling.’’

Regulus commented, looking you over. He was ready for nothing more than a quiet Thursday night. By quiet this meant having dinner, giving Joanna a bath, getting the child in bed without her needing twenty hugs while making Regulus look for a random spider under her bed that she was convinced would eat her toes, and alone time with you. People at the Ministry were driving him batty and Regulus didn’t have the patience for any calamities that night.

“I’m pretty too.”

Joanna said in an extra sassy tone that earned a smile from Regulus.

“Of course you are love. You’re the prettiest little girl ever. Why don’t you go play with your dollhouse?”

Joanna, appeased with Regulus’ comment, didn't fuss when he put her down. She toddled off. Regulus waited until Joanna was quietly amused before wrapping his arms around you.

“Now, as I was saying, you look beyond pretty...absolutely ravishing is more like it.”

You relaxed in Regulus’ arms enjoying the moment of quiet uninterrupted alone time. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you had to break the news to him.

“Guess who is coming to dinner?”

“Merlin, I don’t feel like entertaining.”

Regulus groaned. You had expected this reaction. Things were only about to get more interesting.

“It’s your mother.”

Regulus’ mouth dropped. He hadn’t seen his mother in ages. She wasn’t there when Joanna was born or through your pregnancy. Walburga had sworn that she would never speak to Regulus as long as he was married to “that mudblood girl.” Regulus was just fine with his mother’s promise. He had no use for the woman if she was going to insult his wife. All Regulus needed to be happy was Joanna and yourself. Walburga no longer fit into the equation of his life. When Regulus stopped believing in the “Black family way” he realized how messed up everything truly was.

“Why?”

Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. You put down the bowl that you were holding. To say that you were looking forward to meeting Walburga was a far stretch. You would much rather it be your mother and father coming for dinner.

“She wants to see you. I suppose she’s feeling guilty about not seeing Joanna yet. Maybe she even feels a bit guilty because she is getting old and has no son to look after her now that your father is dead.”

Regulus mumbled something under his breath before going off to search for the bottle of fire whiskey. He needed some liquid motivation if his mother was going to be stepping foot inside of his home.

“She can go to a home for the elderly. I am not looking after her. I was the good son long enough.”

Regulus commented before smiling coldly.

“Watch this.”

He said before picking up the muggle telephone and calling Sirius. You had picked up your teacup and were keeping an eye on your husband. He was up to something and you had a sneaking suspicion on what he was going to do

“Hey, it's me. Want to come over for dinner?I know you never wait for an invitation. See you at six.”

Regulus hung up the phone before grinning at you.

“He can’t wait to see his mother.”

You shook your head. Now things were about to be a shit show.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Regulus stood up knowing who that was. Walburga fucking Black was back to ruin his life and cause problems.

“I’ll get it, love.”

He commented before going to the door. Walburga stood on the other side with her usual snobby expression. She forced a smile as she looked at her youngest son. Regulus was handsome and well put together as always.

“Regulus.”

“Mother.”

Regulus kept his tone cold and icy. Walburga expected Regulus’ off-putting and unfriendly attitude. She assumed that he was still angry over her calling you mudblood. In Walburga’s mind, she was correct. Her “darling boy” married a less than desirable woman and this seemed to wedge between the two.

“Come in.”

Regulus said, keeping his eyes locked Walburga’s unfriendly face. He reached out and stopped her before she was able to get too far inside.

“I’m warning you now. If you are the least bit rude to my family, I will not hesitate to throw you out.”

Walburga glared at him. She wanted nothing more than to throw a few nasty mudblood comments out but decided if she didn’t want to die alone it would be in her best interest to be decent.

“I understand.”

Walburga looked around the homey living room. The house was very nice. Clearly, Regulus was doing well for his family.

“Daddy, come play with me.”

Walburga’s head snapped up the moment she heard the little voice that she had been wanting to hear for some time. She would never admit it but she had wanted to see her granddaughter from the time that the birth announcement came in the mail. Walburga had sent Joanna an “add-a-pearl” necklace as a way to say “welcome to the world” and that was that.

Regulus never took the time to send Walburga a photo or anything. Now before her stood the most lovely child that she had ever seen (with the exception of Regulus, of course).

Walburga watched as Regulus bent down to pick the little girl up. Joanna’s raven curls wildly fell down her back as she pressed her face into her father’s cheek. It wasn’t until Joanna pulled away from cuddling Regulus did she notice the new face in the room. She looked at Walburga carefully. Clearly, the little girl was well versed in “not talking to strangers.”

“Joanna, this is your grandma.”

Walbruga forced a small smile as Joanna put her head on Regulus’ shoulder.

She’s shy...just like he used to be.

Watching Regulus with Joanna, made Walburga’s heartache. Had she really lost so much time with her own son? While Walburga had wanted no part of being a mother originally, after losing Sirius then Regulus walking away for a muggle-born she realized how much that she actually loved her children.

“You can sit down, mother. I’m going to check on Y/n.”

Walburga immediately did as her son said as Regulus sat Joanna down.

“Keep grandma company.”

Regulus said softly. Part of him was screaming about leaving his darling baby alone with the hateful old woman but he knew Joanna would cause Walburga more annoyance. That in itself would be amusing enough. Besides, from his place in the kitchen door, Regulus could see the two perfectly.

You had just pulled the ham out of the oven when Regulus stepped into the room.

“Everything okay?”

You questioned. Regulus shrugged.

“She just walked in the door and I already feel like the love has been sucked out of me.”

You put the oven mitts down and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ shoulders. Kissing him softly, you chose to ignore Walburga who was watching the whole thing.

“I’ll suck something else out of you later.”

You said in a low suggestive tone. Regulus slightly blushed to know exactly what you meant and he would argue.

“That sounds tempting. We can throw her out, put the baby in bed, and have all evening alone.”

Before you could respond the back door opened and closed. Sirius stepped into the kitchen and smirked looking at Regulus and yourself.

“It's a wonder I only have one niece. The way you two snog there should be three or four kids running around here.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“One is enough. What about your love life?”

Sirius’ amused expression faded.

“Moony can’t get pregnant.”

Regulus put a hand over his face while you quietly laughed.

“How are we related?”

Regulus questioned as Sirius moved to go into the living room to see what his precious little niece was up to. He froze the moment that he saw the biggest demon from hell parked on his little brother’s couch talking to Joanna.

“Oh hell no.”

Sirius snapped before turning to make a line for the door but was stopped when Regulus brought him to the ground.

“If I’m stuck with her then you should be too.”

Sirius fought the urge to scream.

“You’re just evil!”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Both Sirius and Regulus got off of the kitchen floor as Walburga came in. Her cold grey eyes locked on her eldest son. The disappointment returned in full force as she looked between both Sirius and Regulus. While Regulus was dressed in a nice suit, Sirius looked like he had just gotten out of bed in tight clothing that he had worn for a few days.

“Sirius.”

“Walburga.”

Sirius decided not to call her “mum” to antagonize her. Regulus fought the urge to put a hand over his face as he remembered you standing beside him.

“Mum, this is my Y/n.”

Walburga’s vulture-like gaze turned to you.

So this is the girl that stole my baby from me.

Walburga thought before muttering a quiet and unfriendly hello. You only nodded. It was probably best that you kept your mouth shut. You were afraid that you would start going off on the woman for the way that she did both of her sons.

“Uncle Siri!”

Sirius had to tear himself away from watching you plot evilly as Joanna came running to him holding her hands out. He quickly reached down and scooped Joanna up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Jojo, where have you been all of my life?”

“In the living room. Did you bring me my pony?”

Sirius laughed as Regulus immediately started shaking his head.

“Do you want your daddy to kill me?”

“No, daddy wouldn't notice it if you stuck it in the back garden and tied it to a bush.”

Joanna commented, adding a sneaky little blink. Sirius laughed again.

“First things first, sugar, your daddy is standing right over there and can hear. Let's get you ready to eat.”

Dinner started off smoothly. You tried to speak quietly to Walburga but were only getting one or two-word responses. If you needed any more proof that your mother-in-law didn’t like you...this was it. You could feel Regulus tense beside you.

“It's okay, love.”

You whispered quietly as Sirius leaned back in his chair. He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before speaking.

“So, mum, what got you out of the stone-cold manor? Did you get that steak out of your heart finally? You have surely missed a lot of Joanna’s life...although she doesn't look very concerned.”

Joanna was happily ignoring everyone and nibbling on her little plate of noodles. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that was going on around her.

“That’s very amusing, Sirius. I thought that the two of you should know that I am remarrying.”

Both Regulus and Sirius dropped their forks as your eyes rolled up, clearly shocked.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius started laughing so hard that he had to put his head down.

“Is the guy desperate or already on the verge of death? Did you meet him on evil witch weekly’s personal page?”

Walburga frowned. This was clearly not the reaction that she expected. She had planned on Regulus being a little more supportive than her elder son.

“You’re not funny, Sirius. I decided to meet someone who enjoys my company?”

Sirius snorted.

“Does he enjoy you smacking him around or just ignoring him like you did dad?”

Walburga put her fork down.

“Regulus, do you have anything to say?”

Regulus chuckled. This whole situation was completely ludicrous.

“I thought that you only loved yourself.”

Walburga stood up and threw her napkin down on the table.

“I thought that I would get some support from my son. I didn’t come here to be made a fool.”

Walburga turned and stormed from the house without another word. Joanna was the next to speak.

“Granny needs a nap.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to take his plate to the sink.

“Sure does, Jojo, a nice nap in a big wooden box...six feet under. Who wants cake?”

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Serafina

Part 2 Part 3

Based on @unmaskedagain post “Marinette’s Haunted Doll” this is my take on the story and the kind of things Serafina would have done to get even. There’ll be three parts, and will hopefully be posted through the week. Blood, gore, and character death ahead. You have been warned.

She was seven years old when her Grandma Gina’s sister, Ramona, passed away. Marinette couldn’t remember ever meeting her. Her dad said that she was a very private person and didn’t get out much. Since she had never married or had any children, all of her relatives were asked to come over to the house and divide the property before the rest was sold and equally divided.

While her parents had been in the kitchen, looking over some family cook books, Marinette had wandered around the old house until she came to a small room. It was full of spiderwebs and old toys, which greatly interested her. She spent a long time looking through the boxes and shelves until she found a locked chest in the closet. Remembering the key she had seen in a dresser drawer, she retrieved it to see if it worked. It was hard to turn, but she heard the click and was able to open the lid. Inside was a box with an envelope laying on top of it. Curious she opened the envelope and read the note as best as she could.

“If I’m dead, Serafina killed me.”

Tilting her head in curiosity, Marinette set the letter aside and opened the box. Inside was an old looking porcelain doll. It was covered in spiderwebs, the dress was old and ripped, she was missing a shoe, and the hat looked like it was stained with red paint.

“Are you Serafina?” She asked the doll before carefully lifting it out of the box. “I don’t think you’re bad, you just look lonely. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you!” Giving the doll a gentle hug, the little girl got to her feet and left the room and letter behind. Finding her parents, she asked if it was okay to take the doll home so she could take care of her.

Tom remembered seeing that doll when he was a kid and had always thought it was creepy, but if his little girl saw the good in it, he would trust her. And since none of the other relatives wanted anything to do with the doll, it came home with them.

Once home, the little girl raced up to her room with the doll and immediately got to work. She threw away the old dress, hat, and shoe before cleaning away all the dirt with a washcloth and carefully combing out the knotted hair. Then Marinette got to work on making Serafina a brand new outfit with new shoes and a hat. It took a few days, but she was really happy with what she came up with: a pink Victorian dress with rose and pearl accents, a wide brimmed hat with maroon feathers, and maroon slippers that tied with ribbons around the ankles.

Proud of what she had made, Marinette held the doll up high as she twirled around her room. She had been interested in fashion and clothes for months now, and making the pretty outfit for Serafina was a lot of fun. If anything, it proved to her that fashion design was what she wanted to do.

“I hope you like your new clothes, Serafina. You make the perfect little model, so I hope you don’t mind if I make more clothes for you later on. I promise to only make you clothes that will make you feel pretty.” Giving the doll a kiss, Marinette placed her next to her computer before skipping down stairs for dinner.

~oOo~

Serafina had not been expecting this when the young girl, Marinette, had opened her box. It had been decades since anyone had shown her any kindness. For so many years, she had been passed from person to person, shoved into boxes and hidden from sight or attempted to be sold off. Serafina had had no choice but to punish many of her past owners, and she had not been lax with their punishments.

But she didn’t feel the need to do that with Marinette, this girl was different. She wasn’t afraid of her. She didn’t scorn her and hide her away where no one could see her. No, this girl was kind and made Serafina feel loved; something she hadn’t felt in nearly a hundred years. Staying with Marinette, she knew that she would be happy. So, no one needed to die here.

And she was.

The porcelain doll smiled quietly on Marinette’s desk as the years passed, and felt more for this girl than she could remember with anyone else. She felt beautiful whenever Marinette used her to experiment with a new outfit before she would make a full sized outfit for herself. She had fun when the girl would sing and dance around the room, sometimes even picking her up so she could dance with her. She felt entertained when she would play movies on her computer, one time watching a movie about a haunted doll like herself; they didn’t watch much before she turned it off, but Serafina thought it was funny. Scratching people and leaving notes wasn’t scary, she had done much scarier things than that.

As Marinette grew into a teen, Serafina felt proud as she grew from a shy girl into a fearless superhero. Her owner had a lot of love and light to give, so it made sense to her that she became Ladybug. She also felt scared for the girl, not wanting to lose her to Hawkmoth, but silently promised her that if she was ever hurt, the people who hurt her would pay her back in blood.

Serafina was also aware of the tiny god that gave Marinette her power, just as Tikki was aware of her. No doubt, the god could sense the darkness that dwelled in her porcelain body, but realized that she cared for the girl and would not harm her. So the little god wisely said nothing, she would hate it if Marinette suddenly feared her.

After all, the three of them were happy and at peace.

Until the day Marinette came storming into her room, complaining about a girl named Lila. From what she could hear, this girl was a liar and was using her friends. Knowing how much her human cared for other people, that didn’t sit well with how it would affect her. Then she didn’t hear anything about the girl for months. But when she was mentioned again, it quickly got worse from there.

Serafina heard about the threats, the lies, almost being akumatized, her crush Adrien telling her to take the high road, all of it. She watched as one by one, her friends turned against her. Bullying her while accusing her of being a bully until only three of her classmates remained. She knew that the teacher and principal were useless and even accused Marinette of being a problem, especially after the expulsion. Serafina had nearly enacted her revenge that day, but held back when she was reinstated the next day.

Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka were the only people left that believed her or even bothered to try and help in her class. There was also Kagami and Luka, Juleka’s brother. Serafina would admit, that boy was sharper than most. When he first saw her, his blue eyes studied her intently for a long moment until Marinette spoke up.

“That’s Serafina, she’s been passed down through my family for a long time. She was in really bad condition when I got her and took a lot of work to get her fixed up, but it was worth it. She was my first ever model and I’ve never felt lonely since she’s been around.”

Luka looked back over at the doll and gave her a smile. “I can tell, I’d bet no one gave her the proper love or attention until she came to you. And I think, if she could talk, she would say that you kept her from feeling lonely too, and all she wants is for you to be happy.”

Serafina liked that boy, a lot more than she had liked Adrien when he had come to play video games. The boy genuinely seemed to care for Marinette. And even though he could somehow sense that she was more than just a doll, he didn’t spill her secret. Yes, she approved of this one.

And then, less than a week after she returned to school, came the worst day. They were taking pictures at the school and Marinette had worked so hard on a new dress; it was pale purple cotton with teacup sleeves, a tulip skirt and pink lace at the hem. It was so sweet and looked like she was going to a spring tea party. Then half way through the day, she came into her room crying. Her makeup was smeared, there were bruises and scratch marks on her arms, another bruise on her cheek, her hair was a mess and covered in dark blue paint. The same paint that covered almost half of the dress. Tikki was doing her best to comfort the girl as she showered. Marinette was unable to save her dress and ended up throwing it away before she cried herself to sleep on her bed.

Serafina was angry, the kind of anger she hadn’t felt since Ramona had attempted to burn her in the fireplace… and that hadn’t gone well for her. Tikki flew over to face her. “I know what you’re thinking and I can’t condone you falling into old habits and killing her entire class. Despite how much they’ve hurt her, it would still break her heart if they all suddenly died.”

The doll actually considered that for a moment before picturing some very specific people. Lila, the liar that was trying to take away/destroy the person she cared about. Alya, the best friend that betrayed her, acted like a hypocrite, and took joy in hurting her. Adrien, the boy that not only broke his promise to help her as a civilian, but continually harassed her as a pseudo-hero. And finally, Hawkmoth, the person that was constantly putting her in danger. Everyone else that had harmed her would be punished, paying back the harm they had done to Marinette in blood, but those four would pay with their lives.

Tikki shook her head. “As angry as I am with Adrien, you can’t kill him. Marinette still has feelings for him and if he dies, she might never get over him. I can’t stop you from punishing them, but please try not to kill them. You know that she has a big heart and it would hurt her to lose any of them, so please keep that in mind.”

Serafina would have argued, but the little god was right. Killing around Marinette would only upset her. So she would do her best to punish them without killing them… although, accidents do happen.

~oOo~

It was easy enough to sneak herself into Marinette’s bag the next day of school. It was even easier to select her first victims. One of her classmates, Kim, stole her backpack and dumped out all of her stuff, including her. The boy laughed about Marinette bringing a doll to school as he ran up the stairs to keep it away from her. It took little effort to make the boy trip, in full view of everyone that had been watching, and fall backwards down the steps.

Serafina had landed at the top landing with a perfect view of the boy’s tumble, and it was oh so satisfying. She could see his knee bent in the wrong direction, a bone in his arm protruding from the skin, and blood dripping from the cuts and open wounds. But the sound was even better, all the cracking and popping of bone before he began crying like a little girl, begging for his mom. Ah, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed those sounds.

When the principal came out to see what was happening, she hid her presence and let the principal trip over her and fall as well. He even landed on Kim, causing more injuries to both of them. She held back a laugh as the grown man wailed and cried until the paramedics arrived. Loading the two into the ambulance while one of the teachers called the Board of Governors. A representative, M. Rupere, quickly came to take over the principal’s duties while he was gone, and was surprised when a bunch of students tried to blame Marinette for the incident.

“And how is it her fault?” He asked the students that surrounded him. “Did you see her push or trip M. Le Chien or M. Damocles down the stairs?

“Marinette brought in a doll and Kim was distracted by it when he was going up the stairs, that’s how he tripped and fell,” Lila told him with tears in her eyes. “Then M. Damocles tripped over the doll and fell down the stairs too. It’s just like how she pushed me down the stairs last week and I hurt my knee. I think she’s actually trying to hurt people.”

The man looked at Lila for a moment before looking to the top of the stairs, but there was no doll there. Then he looked back at Lila with a stern glare. “Young lady, if you had been pushed down the stairs last week, you would have been severely injured just like your friend or M. Damocles. And whether or not it was Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s doll that caused the incident or not, does not mean that she is at fault for the accident. To the principal’s office, right now. I think we should have a discussion as to why you are trying to blame another student for something she did not do.”

Totally shocked, the girl looked around to her followers for some support, but they were now looking at her with uncertainty. They had just seen two people fall down the stairs and receive severe injuries, so how was Lila walking around just fine without a scratch on her? Huffing in annoyance, Lila stomped her way to the office while the class stared after her, most of them noticing the lack of limp to her walk.

Serafina was pleased with how this was turning out, she had already punished two of the people that had betrayed Marinette and had begun sewing seeds of doubt with the liar. At the moment, she was hiding in the classroom, observing everyone so she could figure out the best way to punish them. She noticed Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel sitting close to the girl and doing their best to comfort her. She also noticed Nino, a boy she had seen a couple of times over the years, casting looks back at Marinette.

During the first break, the boy cautiously approached her, clutching his hat in his hands. “Hey dudette, listen… I, um, wanted to say I was sorry,” he said, having a hard time looking her in the eye. “After Kim fell, what that Governor dude said about Lila not being hurt, and the fact that I’ve known you forever. I felt so stupid. You would never push someone down the stairs or cheat or steal from someone like that. And I tried looking up Jagged’s discography to see if there was any mention of a song about Lila, and there was literally nothing. I tried telling Alya, but she didn’t want to listen and-”

Nino was interrupted by Marinette giving him a hug. Serafina smiled at that. The boy had thought for himself and admitted that he was wrong. He apologized and Marinette was willing to offer him forgiveness. She supposed that Nino could also be exempt from punishment, so long as he never betrayed the girl again.

Half way through the second lesson, Lila had returned to the class with two weeks worth of detention and had a meeting scheduled with herself, M. Rupere, and her mother at the end of the week. Serafina decided to let the girl’s empire fall before going in to completely destroy her.

During lunch, when all the students had left. Serafina got to work on punishing Mme. Bustier. She started by slamming the door shut, it made the woman jump and look around the room, but there was no one there. Then the giggling started, causing her to look around the room again. This time, she walked up the steps to see if anyone was hiding in the room, but she was completely alone. When she turned back to her desk, the papers she had been grading were torn to pieces. A bit panicked, Bustier tried to run out of the room, but the door was locked. As she struggled with the door, she heard the scraping of chalk and froze for a moment before looking at the board. Large words were scrawled in block letters: LIAR, ENABLER, MEAN, CRUEL, and the most frightening of all, YOU WILL PAY.

Bustier’s hands were shaking as she erased the words from the board, not understanding what was happening. Only taking a breath when the door opened and her students began to file in. Serafina quietly laughed at the teacher’s fear, she was another person that she would take her time in punishing. Payback for failing to help Marinette. For now, it was time to take out her biggest supporter.

Again, it was much easier than it should have been to sneak herself in Alya’s backpack and go home with her. When the girl found her she sneered. “The klutz must have put you in my bag by mistake.” Then she smiled cruelly at her. “I think I’ll give you to Etta and Ella to play with before giving you back to Maribrat, maybe tell them that you need a makeover and give them some permanent markers too.”

Turning to take the doll out to her sisters, she stubbed her toe on her desk chair hard enough that she felt a crack and dropped back on her butt while hissing in pain. When she was finally able to think past the pain, she realized that she had dropped the doll and didn't see it on the floor. After wrapping her foot, she looked all over her room but couldn’t find it anywhere.

That night, things got… more than scary. Alya was absolutely terrified.

First, her computer turned on, on its own, and started printing off papers saying “YOU KNOW THE TRUTH”. She turned the computer off, only for it to turn back on after she’d climbed into bed and the browser pulled up past searches; specifically, the searches that proved that Lila had been lying. She had found that out after Lila had disappeared from school for months, but had kept to herself so she wouldn’t lose her credibility on her blog or have to admit to Marinette that she’d been right. Turning it off again, she’d decided to sleep on the couch when her phone suddenly let out a hiss and burst into flames.

Letting out a shriek, Alya rushed to her door, and had just barely opened it when it slammed shut on her fingers, causing her to scream as she struggled to pull her hand free. She could hear her parents and Nora shouting on the other side of the door, trying to push it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Her head got fuzzy and she suddenly felt cold, she realized that she was going into shock. Her parents’ shouts became garbled background noise and Alya heard the sound of tiny feet running around the room. She tried reaching the light switch so she could see, but it was out of reach.

From the light outside her window, she could barely make out the movement of a small shadow, moving from one part of the room to another. Coming closer and closer to her with every sweep. Alya began tugging harder on the doorknob and her hand. She needed to get out. Something was in the room with her. She could almost feel the darkness creeping closer. It wanted to hurt her!

What happened next, Serafina couldn’t have planned better if she’d tried. Alya jerked back her trapped arm and the doorknob at the same time Nora threw her shoulder into the door as hard as she could. Sending the teenagers flying into her bedside table and her head hitting the corner with an audible *crack*. The doll smiled silently in the corner of the room as the paramedics were called and listened to her parents cries for their horrid daughter to wake up. They called time of death at 2:03am.

~oOo~

It was a bit more of a chore for Serafina to get back to the school, but it was still manageable as her mother had to inform the school of her daughter’s death and pick up her things. The woman had also noticed the information that had been brought up on Alya’s computer and thought that she had been up late chasing a lead. And as the lead had to do with the disturbing behavior of one of her daughter’s classmates, she thought it best to show the acting principal the information before taking her leave.

Making her way back to the classroom, she saw that the news had spread already. Nino seemed to be hit the hardest, as it was his girlfriend, but he would get over it. Kim was still out of class, and likely would be for a few more days. Tikki saw the doll when she was peeking out of the purse and gave her a disapproving glare, but there was nothing she could do. And in Serafina’s defense, she had only intended on maiming the failed journalist, her death had been an “accident”.

When class let out for lunch, Serafina got back to work tormenting Mme. Bustier. Today, the door slammed and locked shut a few minutes after the last student left. The woman shrieked and was struggling to open the door when the giggling started again. Bustier started screaming for it to “go away” but the giggling continued. Turning back to the door, books began flying at her from all over the room, hitting her chest, back, arms since they were shielding her head.

Then the door opened to show a panicked looking M. Rupere. “I heard screaming, are you alright?” The red haired teacher looked extremely frazzled; her hair was a mess, eyes wide and dilated, and her hands were shaking.

“The books,” she said in a trembling voice. “There was giggling, the door wouldn’t open, and the books attacked me. And this was the second time!”

His eyebrows rose to his hairline as he stared at the woman. “Did you see who was throwing the books at you?”

Bustier shook her head in a frantic manner. “There was no one, the books just started flying at me after the giggling.”

Giving her a slow nod, Rupere gently motioned her to step out of the room ahead of him. “How about you take the rest of the day to recover? Some rest will do you some good.”

To his relief, Mme. Bustier agreed and collected her purse before leaving the school. Looking around the room, he was confused to see all the books in place on the shelves. Curious, he went to examine her desk and saw essay papers… covered in red ink with large “F’s” on every one of them. Reading the paper on top, all he saw were a few grammar mistakes, nothing that should have resulted in a failing grade. A bit unsettled, Rupere called the Board to schedule a psychological exam for the teacher. Serafina watched the man with satisfaction, at the rate she was going with that terrible teacher, she wouldn’t be around much longer.

Her next victims were Max and Alix during science class. She switched a couple of labels on the tubs on their desk before hiding in the room to enjoy the show. Half-way through class, Max poured a large amount of reactive chemical into the mix while it was warming over a burner, and the glass exploded. The two screamed and cursed in pain as Max tried wiping the liquid away from his face, only succeeding in getting more in his eyes. Alix tried wiping it away with a cloth, not noticing in time that the fabric was also soaked in the chemicals that now covered her entire face.

Serafina was impressed with how quickly Mme. Mendeleiev reacted to the incident. Doaning on gloves in an instant and leading the two students to the chemical wash station. Both students looked to have chemical burns on their faces, arms and necks. She could already see the burns covering a large amount of their exposed skin. While the class was distracted, Serafina switched the labels back so it would appear that the two had not been doing as instructed.

When school let out, the doll hid away in Mylene’s bag and ended up going on a date with the girl and Ivan. They commented on the bad luck their class seemed to be having and wondered out loud at what the cause might have been.

Mylene was hesitant to speak as the two ate their ice cream. “Do you think… maybe it’s karma coming back on our class?”

“Why do you think that?” Ivan asked her, seeming genuinely curious. Deciding that their conversation might lead to something more, Serafina waited and listened.

“It’s just… ever since Kim fell down the stairs, it’s got me thinking. Lila says that Marinette pushed her but the only injury she says she got was a bad knee, and she’s been walking around fine since then. And then she tried blaming Marinette for Kim and M. Damocles, when Kim shouldn’t have been running up the stairs and M. Damocles tripped at the top of the stairs when she was still down in the courtyard.”

“You’re right, now that I think about it. Lila lied to that new principal and she did it really easy.” Ivan nodded slowly, his brow creased as he pulled out his phone. “I wonder if she lied about anything else.” Mylene watched over his shoulder as he looked up the story about saving Jagged Stone’s kitten from an airplane. There was nothing, the only article that came up about a pet was his crocodile, Fang. The story said that he had hatched the reptile himself seventeen years earlier and any other pet wouldn’t be as rock’n’roll as Fang. “I don’t think Jagged ever had a cat, this article says that he’s only had Fang for longer than we’ve been around.”

Mylene pulled out her phone and called Rose, putting the call on speaker when she answered.

“Hi Mylene, did you hear anything about Max and Alix? Are they going to be okay?” The girl asked as soon as she picked up.

“Ivan and I haven’t heard anything about them yet, but we have a question for you, Rose, and it’s something only you would be able to answer.”

There was a slight pause on the line. “Go ahead.”

“Do you still chat with Prince Ali?”

“Sure I do! We video chat every Saturday and I send him videos of our performances with Kitty Section. Why do you ask?”

“Ivan and I were wondering… Has he ever mentioned Lila to you?”

There was another pause, although they could hear a hushed conversation in the background. “So, you guys figured out the truth about Lila?” When they didn’t respond right away, Rose continued. “I found out a few weeks after Lila says she came back from Achu. I mentioned Lila to Ali and asked him about the charities they had been working on together, but he’d never heard of her. And Ali is only working on charities involving children, nothing with the environment. When Juleka and I tried asking Lila about it, she got really mean and threatened us if we told anyone. I would have been akumatized if Marinette hadn’t been there to calm me down.”

Ivan and Mylene were horrified, not only had Lila been lying to them, but she had threatened Rose, Juleka, and probably Marinette too. “What should we do?”

“First, you should apologize to Marinette for how you’ve been treating her and let her know that you know the truth.” They heard Juleka over the phone. “Lila has been more terrible to her than anyone else and she keeps getting in Lila’s way to protect us and Nathaniel since we know the truth about her.”

“Who all knows?” Ivan asked, feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Sure, he and Mylene hadn’t really hurt her or done anything, but they hadn’t stood up for her either and they were supposed to be her friend.

“Us, Luka, Kagami, Nathaniel figured it out when she said she could introduce him to Stan Lee, Nino figured it out yesterday, and Adrien’s apparently known from the start but didn’t say anything because he doesn’t think her lies are hurting anybody.”

Both of them could hear the acid in Juleka’s voice when she mentioned Adrien, and they couldn’t argue with her. They knew he had led a sheltered life, but how could he claim that ‘lies don’t hurt anybody’ after sitting back and watching Lila and her friends torment and bully Marinette?

Mylene hadn’t even realized that she had asked that question out loud until Rose answered them. “He told us that it was Marinette’s own fault for antagonizing Lila, and ‘If she just took the high road like I told her, then Lila would leave her alone’. It took everything I had not to slap him.”

Coming from Rose, that really was saying something.

Serafina was then taken on a shopping trip to an arts supplies store, a card shop, and a stop at an ATM before going to Marinette’s family’s bakery. She smiled quietly and with great respect to the couple as they apologized to her girl, gave her cards, an entire bolt of soft purple cotton the same color that her ruined dress had been, a new sketchbook, and money to pay her back for some of the things that Marinette had given them over the past year. They even asked her to provide them with proper receipts, and admitted that they knew the amount they had given her wasn’t enough to cover everything. But they promised to pay her back before asking for anything else, as well as pay in advance for any future items or baked goods.

The little doll would have cried right along with Marinette if she could. These two had proven themselves to her and would avoid punishment, just as Nino had.

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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

Words: 2.2k

Might as well join the Julie and the Phantoms fan club!

*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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THIS IS FROM MY SECONDARY BLOG! REPOST!!

The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

“You saw me last night.”

“A monumental time.” Luke bent his bend to place a lingering kiss on your bare shoulder, his jacket having fallen down, “Three years together and a bright future ahead.”

Last night had been the third anniversary of your relationship and hopefully the previous night worrying on parents walking in, cheap dates Luke often felt guilty about. Luke knew in his bones playing The Orpheum tonight would open the door to a legendary future. A future where money wasn’t tight and he could you on dates he deemed acceptable for the love of his life.

Bobby voiced brought Sunset Curve’s lead singer back to that moment, you dropped from the stage to settle in the empty audience to watch the soundcheck. With a wink from Alex, he started making the beat to Now or Never, you beamed as they poured their souls into the song. The four were talented and made to be in a band together even if you didn’t really like Bobby.

Cringing at the awkward wink Bobby sent you turned on your converse to head to the bar for a glass of water. Thanking the bartender, you tuned out the conversation with the waitress and the band only jumping when arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re getting street dogs.” Luke spoke, bringing your body to rest on his chest, “Do you want one?”

The thought of those street dogs honestly horrifying given they were cooked in some random guys car. The one time you tried, it had permanently tattooed the taste in your memories forever, and just remembering was vomit-inducing.

“I’ll pass.” You wrinkled your nose, turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t know how you guys like those.”

“Tradition.” Luke shrugged caressing your cheekbone with the pad of this thumb. Gazing at features he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, “Still down with the plan?”

“The minute I’m eighteen, we go to the nearest chapel.” You grinned playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I’ll be waiting Rockstar.”

Luke pressed a long passionate kiss on your lips, pulling away to jog over to Alex and Reggie waiting at the door. Bobby having declined the street dog invitation to flirt with the waitress Rose. Alex waved before the door closed. Little did you know that would be the last time you saw them alive.

1995 was the worst year of your life. 1996 was the hardest, especially with the forever reminder of your love. You wouldn’t trade 1996 for the world however, only wishing for one change.

Los Angeles, 2004

Alex, Reggie and Luke had learnt a mere few days away from that life had drastically changed forever. Firstly, the three boys had died from eating the street dogs mere hours before performing on the stage of The Orpheum. Secondly, it was no longer 1995 but instead nearly ten years had past bringing the three ghosts into 2004.

The most jarring wasn’t being able to be heard playing music with a random girl named Julie but that the most constant part of the band no longer was there. You hadn’t died that night, and Alex was pretty sure you were still alive. Luke felt lost waking up without you beside him and the deep regret of not reconciling with his parents.

It would be a week before Luke would swallow his pride enough to orb himself into his unchanged childhood home. Emily, Luke’s mom, was in the well-worn chair knitting a scarf Luke recognized as his favourite colours. Mitch was in the kitchen, putting the groceries away. It was heartbreaking being invisible to his aged parents.

“Hey, Mom.” Luke sniffled sitting on the couch nearby staring at his silent mother, “Sorry for not visiting sooner.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes feeling hopeless, not being able to ease his parents’ pain, the regret and guilt bubbling to the surface.

“How is Y/N? I bet she’s living in New York of London now. We promised to travel the world together. Part of me is guilty of wishing she had eaten a street dog that night so we could be together.” Luke sobbed, wrapping his arms around his midsection reminiscing on the beautiful girl he had unwillingly left.

“Hey.” Mitch spoke, kissing his wife’s forehead. Her eyes closing in contentment.

“I wonder if you know where Reg and Alex’s parents are. Reggie’s neighbourhood was torn down who knows when. It makes me scared to see if Alex and Y/N’s parents still have their place. I don’t think so. They lost their son.”

“Hey Luke.”

Luke glanced over his shoulder to see Alex at the door, reluctant to impose of Luke’s privacy.

“Yeah.”

“We’re rehearsing.” Alex spoke, smiling as the other teenager took one more wistful look at his parents before orbing out of his house to the Molina family’s garage. Minutes later, the front door opening and feet thudding brought the noise to the Patterson home.

“Grandma!”

A four-foot blue of green and black blur covered the room in seconds nearly sprawling Mitch to the floor. Why was that 1996 year difficult? Well, ’95 was when Sunset Curve tragically died, and a stick changed your life. ’96 was spent going through the last five months of pregnancy without Luke.

October 1995

You kept your lips pressed tightly together, unable to look at the smooth, shiny mahogany rectangle surrounded by flowers. Looking up meant the reality kicking in. Funerals sucked. Especially the third funeral in the last handful of days. It was surreal thinking that one week ago you had kissed your boyfriend and hugged your brother and now they were dead. Gone. Not even a goodbye.

“Are you okay?�� The broke voice asked, gaining your attention. Swollen red eyes matching yours held unimaginable pain. While the last few months had been icy with your parents, it didn’t mean losing one of their kids didn’t sting.

“I will be.” You whispered clasping your hands over the scratchy black velvet dress, one you had worn three times too many.

The sobs broke out seeing the best picture Alex had taken in his life, it encapsulated his best features; his beaming smile and kind, caring eyes. Alex was gone. Your brother was gone because he ate a bad hot dog with his friends. You would never see your boys again. Never feel Luke’s skin or share a laugh with Alex or complain about things with Reggie. You wouldn’t get to meet in the chapel with Luke wearing second hand ‘fancy’ clothing. In one night, your life changed.

It changed further seeing the two lines on the test later that night. The heartache growing. The baby you carried would never meet his uncles and his Dad. Would never hear them play or learn to play. ’95 and ’96 sucked ass.

You sighed, closing the door to follow the rambunctious ball of energy into the living room where he entertained Mitch and Emily. Some days it was difficult to stare into the green eyes he inherited from his father.

“Benjamin Lucas.” You spoke crossing your arms, meeting the gaze of the eight-year-old boy, “What did I say?”

“To not runoff.” Ben quietly replied, playing with his hands. His messy brown hair, in need of a trim, falling into his eyes, “Sorry Mom.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You gently told the little boy elated as he quickly found the toy box in the corner of the room.

Ben was loved deeply by Mitch and Emily, who had stepped up when your parents made the decision to sell your childhood home. Wanting Ben to know his paternal grandparents, you had struggled to find an apartment and job to say in the neighbourhood. Since the baby was the last part of their son, the Patterson parents’ had welcomed you into the home where you stayed until Ben was two.

“Do you want us to come around for Luke’s birthday?” You questioned sitting on the love seat, the same love seat you had made out on with Luke many times during movies.

The room turned sad at the question and reminded that for the ninth year, you would celebrate Luke’s birthday without him. A day where Ben wouldn’t fully understand. Emily simply nodded her head.

“Have you met anyone?” Mitch asked, leaning over to clasp his hands together. For the last few years, they had been pushing you to date. They wanted your happiness and for Ben to have a father even if Luke couldn’t be it.

“Mama can we stay here tonight?” Ben’s innocent voice cut the tension, saving you from answering the question again. Mitch and Emily each nodded their heads at the question, unable to tell the young boy no.

“Have you ate?” Emily asked, turning to look at you in concern. The chuckle left your mouth at the question she frequently requested, she missed cooking for more than two.

“We had pasta before we came.” You replied, turning to gaze out the window to the dark sky, “I should put Ben to bed.”

The soft whine from your son and denial was a nightly routine and very much a mirror image to Luke’s character as well. With a smile, Emily held out her hand to her grandchild, she was notoriously the only one able to get Ben to sleep fast.

“Come on Bug.”

It seemed the universe was keeping Luke from seeing you and discovering Ben, but when that night came, he was shocked. Emily was curled up on the patio couch, watching Ben in the newly bought sandbox. The patio doors opened. Inside, Mitch had invited a stranger who knew his son into the house.

“I think I heard the doorbell. I’ll be right back.” Emily called out to you. You had found shade under the tree reading a new book.

The soft cry had you up and running to Ben before you even realized, on his knee was a bleeding wound. You had already scooped the boy into your arms to quickly get into the kitchen. The moment your foot stepped into the home, the sound of a familiar voice and song filled the house.

Gently placing Ben on his feet, you followed the sound to the living room. Across the room behind a young girl stood a boy.

“Luke.” You breathed floored at the sight of the teenager who looked exactly like he did back in ’95. The ghost singing widened his eyes at yours, taking in the mature features and change of fashion.

He continued to sing the song Unsaid Emily he had written as an apology to his mom following the last big fight. The song he never got to show her. His voice faded as the ending of the song came around.

“Mama!” Your attention broke from Luke’s when a tiny hand reached for yours. The pain in his voice bringing you back to the most important part of your life, “It hurts Mama.”

Despite being sad, Mitch was the one to cross the room to lift the little boy into his arms. Placing the little boy on the counter, the man gently wet a paper towel to wash the area.

“I think he needs stitches.” Mitch sighed, furrowing his brows.

“Who is that?” Luke asked the Molina girl. The girl shrugged taking in the features she could recognize. Julie asked Emily.

“That’s Ben.” Emily beamed, looking over her shoulder at the little boy that filled the void of Luke’s death. It didn’t fix the wound or erase the pain, but Ben’s existence helped with the loss as he was a precious gift, “When Luke passed away his girlfriend Y/N found out she was pregnant with Luke’s baby.”

The choked sob fell from Luke’s mouth echoed by the thud of his knees, hitting the floor in the pure shock. The heartbreak painted so clear Julie was sure she could feel Luke’s agony.

God, why did Luke have to eat that fucking street dog. Fuck his band dreams. Nothing hurt as bad as finding out about Ben and Y/N having to be a single parent.

“I have a son?” Luke cried, orbing himself as far as he could from the Patterson home and his most tremendous loss.

Part Two

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where the reader meets Harry as Jack

characters: HARRYxREADER!FEM

blurb: Harry is filming Don't Worry Darling in Palms Springs while Y/N is moving in in her new house in the neighbourhood where the movie is being filmed. Turns out the fate wanted to cross Harry and Y/N's way as a box full of books is very intriguing to Harry and Pride and Prejudice becomes Harry's new favorite.

word count: 2.7K

author's note: Heyy guys, it has been SO LONG and honestly I don’t think this is best work yet lol but anyway, I had the worst writer’s block of my life so it was so hard for me to write a single word. Honestly, I felt kinda pressured to write. I felt like I was pressuring myself for that so I had to take advantage of this block and take this idea out of my mind. I want to say something important too; I really want to say that the only story of mine that I’ll keep the face claim is HARRYxMODELY/N, just because I like to use the photos to make instagram posts sometimes. I will no longer describe types of hair as I used to say ‘’long strands of hair’’, it will be neutral for you to imagine yourself in the story. It’s all about you guys and how you can visualize the story and the character, if you want to imagine a face claim that’s cool but if you don’t want to it’s cool too. Feel free to read and visualize, it’s all about you. Thank you for the support on my account and my writing. I’m aware that I’m not the best lol, but I also think that I have so much to learn from you just as I have to teach. I’m so grateful for everyone who reads and like my stuff. Never forget that you’re unique, you’re loved, you’re so golden and treat people with kindness always.

"Why is it so hot in here? It's fucking December!", you'd think to yourself as you drove your new car through the streets of Palm Springs. The thing is that after you moved from Columbia to reside so many years in New York while you were studying English Language and Literature in Yale, you just got so used with the usual colder weather from NY and it's just a different vibe from California. You had such a hard time to decide what you wanted to do after graduating, though. And after a few weeks and some long conversations with your family, you decided you would go to California. Palm Springs, to be more specific. You decided that because you remembered all the times you went there when you were a kid because your grandmother lived in there before she passed. You remember spending your summer vacation with her and how cool it was. It was in the early 2000′s and there was many kids on your age that lived on her street. You remember playing with them all day and then getting back into your grandma’s house and feeling that cinnamon scent that for some one only her house had. It wasn’t a usual cinnamon scent. It had something special in it. It made you feel so warm and welcomed. You remember helping her to bake the most delicious cookies, brownies and cakes in her kitchen. You remember the kitchen had a yellow counter, but the entire kitchen was white. All very pale and then the cheerful yellow in the kitchen that colored everything. You remember going to play bingo with her and how it made her happy to having you around. You both were so close and you had such a hard time when she passed, but the most important was she taught you so many things during your time together, and you’d never forget those things and her.

As you drove, you’d remember those streets vaguely. You’d pass through the soccer court you typically used to go with the other kids and spent hours playing in there. You were vibing with the song in the stereo as you started getting closer to your new house’s street. It was Carolina by Harry Styles; you have to admit you’re not the biggest Harry Styles fan in the world, but you were definitely a One Direction fan when you were around 16, but you couldn't be considered a directioner either. You just listened to a few songs and thought it was good. But anyway, this specific song is one that you particularly like. It may have something to do with the fact that you’re from Carolina, of course. But it’s more about the vibe and the melody that by being animated it could actually cheer anyone up and the lyrics were undeniably good though, a little sexual, but good. It’s more about the vibe and the melody that by being animated it could actually cheer anyone up and the lyrics were really good though, a little sexual, but good.

When you turned the right way into the street of your new home, you came across much more than you expected to see on your moving day. There were, as it seemed, paparazzi. Apparently they were shooting a movie right in your street, and it had also many people with many cameras and trailers that probably were dressing rooms. Naturally, you knew that thousands of films were shot in California, that’s obvious. But you didn't expect one to be shooting exactly on your moving day and specifically in your street, let alone that the street would be this crowded since the world is experiencing a global pandemic, ironic. You observed some of the people walking down the street, or should you call it a set? You don't know, but there were many people and many cars, at least they were all wearing masks. It had many classic cars, probably in the 40s or 50s style. They were colorful; vivid colors, though. Colors like yellow, blue and lilac was really present. To resume, the whole street looked like a movie from the 50s and for sure that was the intention because you could notice some extras walking around the set dressed up as 50s people used to.

As you carefully drive through the street, you’d notice that from what seemed like a divine miracle, there was a vacant parking spot right in front of your house and you can’t help but smile when you see it. The first time you came here to see the house. You were with your family, and that was about four months ago. You just loved the house completely as it had such a different vibe from the place you used to live in New York, and honestly, just the thought of the house made your creativity activate as it had some really cool colored walls and you bought some colored mobile as well. Anyway, you stopped the car right in front of your house finishing the engine and grabbing your mask and putting it in your face as you'd use your hand to get rid of the seat belt and your other hand to open the car door and get out of the car.

After closing the driver's seat door, you go around the car walking to the trunk where you use the car key to open it. When you open it, you are faced with two cardboard boxes. One was full of books. Books of all kinds, books of period novels, books of suspense, books of investigation and etc. Books that piqued your curiosity and made you want to finish reading it as quickly as possible. The other box was already full of clothes, those last clothes that you would finally be taking home. Your mother has done the biggest job in the moving issue; she was the one who was bringing the furniture and your things while you finished packing the rest of your things to leave New York. You try your hardest not to pay attention to the set of recordings and the people who walked back and forth, at the same time that you tried hard not to make any noise, because if you accidentally disturbed a scene, you would feel extremely embarrassed and would probably not even show up at the gate until the end of filming, but that was not the case. You removed the two boxes from the trunk just before closing it completely. You chose, perhaps, to enter the clothes box first. You bent down taking the box in your arms and walked to the door of the house where you used the key you received from the real-estate agent to unlock it before entering. You immediately noticed that some sunbeams reflected on the living room floor due to the white linen curtain that covered the glass windows. You observed the contrast of the sofa in such a light tone with the lilac wall just behind it. You walked with the box in hand by the door extension to the room where you placed the box on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. Returning out of the house, you can see the figure of a tall man dressed in a brown suit crouched in front of the box of your books. He had brown hair and properly cut. It didn't look like he was messing with your books, but he was definitely looking at them and it seemed like he was trying to read the covers of it for some reason. You slowly got closer to the man's body without making too much noise while you analyzed him, you crossed your arms upon your chest as you noticed the book cover he was looking at: Love is a mixtape by Rob Sheffield.

— This one is amazing! — You said, surprising the man that stand up fastly with the book in his hands connecting his green gaze with yours. He was tall, really tall by the way. His suit seemed perfect, just as his hair. He had a black mask on as a protection but the 16 year old teenager inside of you could never mistake those eyes. It was Harry fricking Styles. You considerated being quiet as you, yourself were pretty surprised now, but then you took your gaze to the book in his hand and then back at his face — It's like comparing love to a popular song that we usually search to define love. Just to find out that love is like oxygen, or love is a kind of drug, or a battlefield for some... — You said referring to the book with a tender smile on your face that Harry couldn't essentially see, but talking about a book that you loved caused this on you. And as you talked you didn't notice that Harry had a smile on his face as well. Maybe it was because you completely ignored the fact that he is Harry Styles and he was messing up your books as he's on the set filming a movie, or maybe it was the fact that he loved this book just as much as you did. He'd use to say this is probably one of the books that if he had to read just one book to the rest of his life, he'd chose this one and he usually had so much to talk about this book and so much to put on an argument about it but now he was completely speechless. He was just tongue tied. He was tongue tied about your reflection of one of his favorite books and how it looked so identical to his own personal reflection. He was tongue tied for the number of great books that he always wanted to read that was on that box. He was tongue tied at the owner of those books and her beauty, her intelligence of her voice and her voice as well so he just chuckled. A nervous chuckle as he leaned his head to look at the floor for a second before looking at you and holding out the book in his hands to you that calmly took it from his hands.

— I know! It's one of my favorite books! — Harry'd ultimately manage to say it as he observed you admiring the cover and running your fingers through it as a truly book lover would do — It's very interesting the interpretation you have of it.

— Don't you agree? — You'd interrupt him rising your head to examine at his face. He seemed paralyzed by some way, little did you know that Harry was mesmerized. He enjoyed the informal way you were speaking with him, and it genuinely felt like you already knew it each for years.

— That's the intriguing part. We have the same interpretation! — He'd say serenely, and then running his hand through his hair as he frown a little because of the sun that just hit on his glowing eyes.

— Well...Maybe you're just trying to imitate me to impress me! — You'd joke, with a mocking expression on your face making Harry giggle at your words and your face. It was the sense of humor to him.

— Oh really? And what makes you think I'm trying to impress you? — Harry'd say back with the same mocking tone that you formerly used. He'd observe your face go from playful to thoughtful in just as you to come up with a response.

— I mean...you were the one looking through my stuff, mister! — You say raising your eyebrows as you utilized one of your hands to take some strands of hair out of your face.

— Right... — Harry said with a defeated voice before as he compressed his lips together and moved his suit away from his shirt a little as he places his hands on his waist — I'm sorry about it, though. There was this box hanging here and I guess I was just intrigued! — He said shyly making you start walking towards the box walking closely to him causing him to feel a hot warm from your body as you passed. You'd bend over to grab the box but was stopped by Harry taking the heavy box from your hands — Let me help you with this! — Harry said as he held the box on his arms.

— There's no need for that. It'll ruin your splendid suit! — You'd say gently to him as he was standing up in front of you carefully holding the loaded box. Legitimately, he looked hot. He properly looked like a 50s husband helping with the moving with this outfit — And if you piss off your costume designer because of me I'll die! — You'd complement receiving a loud laugh from Harry's lips that shook his head while looking at you.

— She’ll be fine! — Harry'd argue back, then get a sigh from you before nodding at him as a statement.

— My house is right there! — You'd say using your right hand to point at your house, watching Harry turn his back to you and start walking towards it. You followed him through the door that was already open. Harry looked at the house immediately. It had a good vibe, and he wouldn't deny it. The choice of colors was exceptional, but he also noticed it was not very tidy, which would probably indicate that you were moving today.

— Where do I leave it? — Harry asked, referring to the box as he went farther into the living room.

— You can just leave it on the floor — You serenely said crossing your arms together and watching as he left the box on the floor and turned around to face you, but then deflecting his gaze to the ceiling before staring at your face again.

— It's a beautiful house! — Harry said as he moved his gaze through the room. He observed everything. He likes to observe. He likes to notice things that maybe other people didn't — Just like the owner, if I might say — Harry said cheekily and charming hearing your giggle invade his ears as you started walking towards the box of books that he previously set on the floor.

— The owner says thank you — You said bending down and starting to take the books out of the box and place it on the coffee table beside you as Harry watched your movements. You shyly looked at him thinking for a second and them smiling under your mask — For both compliments! — You said getting your attention back to the books. It's not that you don't want to give him your attention. It's that you genuinely think that he's just being nice, and he's probably not even interested in anything that you say.

— So... I have to go back to the film now but maybe you can give me your number so we can talk about your interpretation of my favorite book — Harry said shyly. His words took you by surprise actually but you couldn't hold back the smirk you had under your mask as you stand up again turning to face his green eyes. You noticed that he had his phone on his hand, hoping and waiting that you'd give him your number even though both of you knew that the book excuse was nothing more than an excuse as he was truly interested in knowing you.

— Well, it depends... — you said slowly as you took a deep breath before actually saying anything — If you agree to read my favorite books too, I'll give you my number!

— I'd be honored! — Harry chuckled after letting a sigh out feeling relief that you asked for something so simple that he'd love to do if that would make you happy — What's your name? — Harry said as he unblocked his phone screen and started to save your phone number.

— Save it as Elizabeth Bennet in there! — You said fastly with a proud smile on your face as Harry giggled and did as you ask and then looked at your face as he put his phone back on his pocket.

— Only if you save my name as Mr. Darcy when I call you! — Harry said knowing that after this, Pride and Prejudice would definitely become one of his favorite books ever.

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 years

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22. Hats, Scarves, and Mittens

2021 Holiday Blurbs

It wasn’t very hard to convince Santiago to do things that he didn’t want to do. All you had to do was plop your four year old daughter in his lap, have her smile that gap-toothed little smile, and he’d melt and agree to whatever.

Which is why he’s currently standing in your kitchen, wearing a matching knit hat, scarf, and mittens that your mom had sent.

“This is ridiculous,” he groans for the hundredth time, and you just shake your head.

You were in full agreement: this whole thing was ridiculous. But your mother had somehow convinced Lili that she needed a picture of you all in your matching knitwear, and Lili had become aware of the powers she had over her father.

Which is why the two of you are currently standing in the middle of your kitchen wearing knit clothing, even though the AC is on because it’s still almost 70 degrees every day in Florida, even if it is December.

“We just need to take the picture and be done. And we won’t need to wear these ever again… at least not until we go to visit my parents.”

“They’ll just need to visit us, because I fully plan on never wearing this again,” Santi complains, but immediately plasters on a smile when Lili comes into the room.

And while she looks absolutely adorable all of the time, she looks especially cute in the matching purple hat, scarf, and mittens her grandma had sent. She’s grinning from ear to ear, and it’s impossible to contain your smile then.

“Ok, we’re taking one picture outside, sending it to grandma, and that’s it, ok?” Santi and Lili both nod, and you brace yourself for the heat of the outside. As quickly as possible, you set up the timer on your phone, scoop Lili into your arms so she’s in frame, and smile as the camera clicks.

You hurry back inside, pulling off the hat, scarf, and mittens you had on before helping Lili with her’s. As soon as she’s dressed appropriately for a Florida December, she runs back to her room to continue whatever game she’d been playing before she decided she wanted a family picture.

And, you had to admit, the picture was cute, despite the way the knitwear clashed with the palm trees in your backyard. You send the photo to your mom before shutting off your phone.

“That kid’s got us wrapped around her tiny fingers, huh?” Santi says as he brings you a glass of water that immediately starts sweating in the heat. Just a testament to why you shouldn’t wear hats and scarves in Florida, even if it is winter.

“It’s our own fault for making such a cute kid,” you reply before kissing him gently in thanks and taking a big gulp of your water, “we can never say no to such an adorable face.”

Santiago chuckles before going off to play with Lili, nodding in acknowledgement when you say you’ll be there in a minute. But before you go to spend time with your wonderful family, you open up your phone and set that dorky photo as your lockscreen.

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rrazor · 3 years

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fructose | m. atsumu

tags: babies

“ouuh!”

atsumu makes grabby hands towards you from his place on the gym floor. kita had called you to come to the gym while you were studying in the library, waiting for volleyball practice to end so that you and atsumu could go home together. when you make it there, you’re surprised to see atsumu, osamu and even suna, on the gym floor, regressed to about a mere ten months old.

“um, what happened?”

“we don’t really know either,” omimi says.

“kita-san’s grandma made him daifuku this morning,” ginjima starts. “he shared them with all of us, but for some weird reason, only the twins and suna got turned into kids.”

you make your way to the pile of babies on the floor, bringing atsumu into your arms. suna’s watching something on a cellphone. osamu’s sitting in aran’s lap as he feeds him a banana.

“mmm!” osamu squeals.

“slow down, the banana’s not going anywhere but your stomach,” aran sighs.

you look down at atsumu in your arms. “ouuh!” he babbles. he’s adorable, but a little grumpy—small brows furrowed, pout on his lips. supporting his bum, you rest him against your chest, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead.

“fuu,” he sighs, a soft smile on his face, finally in your arms. he paws at your face, wanting more attention, so you leave little pecks on his face as he giggles.

“they’re all so cute! especially you!” you tickle atsumu’s stomach and your heart melts at his giggles. “where’d kita-san go?”

“to get the coach,” akagi says, sitting down next to you. “he sure looks a lot less intimidating as a little brat.”

“buu!” atsumu tries to wack akagi, stretching his little arm out, but akagi simply grabs onto his small hand, moving it up and down like one would do to a dog doing the handshake trick. you laugh as atsumu frowns, glaring at akagi with his large, golden brown eyes.

“oh! i have strawberries.” taking off your backpack while supporting atsumu in your arms, you take out a small container of berries, opening them. atsumu’s eyes glimmer at the treat.

“uuooh!” he exclaims, patting at your arm.

“yeah, strawberries!”

he smiles, giggling in anticipation.

“mmm! haahmm!” osamu paddles his arms, drooling at the sight of sweet berries. aran takes a deep breath, and picks him up, sitting osamu next to your knees. atsumu pouts, pushing on osamu’s head to get him away from the strawberries that were clearly, in his eyes, for him only. the twins do their best to wack at each other as you and aran deflect their hits towards one another to prevent tears.

“num,” suna coos, crawling up your lap.

“oh!” you support a hand on his back as he wobbles on his little legs and he smiles at you. you smile back, offering a strawberry for him. atsumu turns his head, seeing the world burn before him as one of his precious strawberries leaves for someone else. osamu takes the chance to grab one for himself, and he’s just about to shove the whole thing in his mouth before aran stops him.

“you’ll choke!”

you giggle, loving how cute and soft they all were; easy smiles, small hands and sparkly eyes. atsumu turns back to osamu, small hands tightening their hold on your school sweater as his bottom lip quivers. those were his! you brought them for him!! why were people taking them?!

“woah!” ginjima exclaims, bringing out his phone as atsumu starts crying, face in your chest.

you bring atsumu up to rest his head on your shoulder as he continues to cry. “atsumu? don’t cry, sweetie.” you pet at his hair, kissing his cheek. atsumu buries his face in your shoulder, small body quivering.

suna sits on the floor, munching on his strawberry as he looks at atsumu. “fufu,” he laughs, pointing at atsumu.

“you’re a mean one, ain’tcha?” akagi smirks.

osamu pays his sobbing brother no mind as he reaches out for another strawberry. aran holds out his half-eaten banana for him. “you haven’t even finished this yet! where are you getting all this stomach volume from?!”

you laugh softly, rubbing at atsumu’s back to console him. “c’mon, ‘tsumu, i still have some strawberries for you, ‘kay?”

he sniffles, lifting his head up. your heart swells with how endearing he looks. you kiss away the remainder of his tears as he starts smiling again. bringing up the container of berries, you offer them to him. he grabs one, before looking up at you and offering the sweet treat for you.

“hnnm?”

your heart goes into overdrive. who knew atsumu could be such a downright cutie as a baby? you wish you had enough arms to take a picture of the moment. “thank you, ‘tsumu,” you say, brushing his bangs away to kiss his forehead. you take a small bite of the strawberry before insisting he eat too. a smile stretches across his darling face as he nods and finally starts eating.

“mmm!”

“good, yeah?”

“goo.”

you laugh softly at his reply. osamu comes up and pats his brother on the head.

“goo,” he mimics.

atsumu swats his hand away. osamu tries to steal his berry.

atsumu ends up hogging all the strawberries, only sharing them with you. osamu goes back to eating his banana, with an exasperated aran acting as his banana holder. suna decides to nap, resting on a pile of jerseys.

“well, what do we have here?”

everyone turns around. amused smile on his face, coach kurosu assesses the situation. “now i didn’t think you were lying, shinsuke, but this is a bit strange.”

kita sighs, “i apologize, but i don’t know how to fix this.”

“what if you fed them another piece?” you ask.

“nah,” ginjima shakes his head. “some of us had two, or even three.”

oh. you look down at atsumu, strawberry juice on his cheeks. reaching into your backpack, you wrestle out a packet of tissues to clean him up and offer some to aran too.

“should we ask your grandmother?” omimi asks, looking at kita, who nods, grabbing his cellphone.

“what about all the baby stuff?” riseki says, face is riddled with concern. “they’ll need diapers and things, right? we can’t leave them like that.”

everyone looks down at the babies. he’s right; they couldn’t stay bundled in their jerseys all night.

the team splits up. you, aran and akagi are left on babysitting duty as the others go out to get necessary supplies.

(“how are we getting the money for this?” riseki whispers.

“it’s fine,” omimi says. “our club budget is sizable thanks to the twins.”)

when the three babies are changed into more appropriate clothing, you find out that kita’s grandma didn’t have a clear answer—but it was food after all, so maybe, with some time, the food would pass through their digestive system and they’d be back to normal, she mused. the coach decides to heed kita’s grandma’s advice to watch the situation for now. he tells everyone to let him know of any changes.

(“why didja get dinosaur themed clothes?” akagi asks. “we’re foxes.”

“that’s all they had,” ginjima scoffs.)

it’s only 4:30pm, but you offer to babysit so the rest of the team can continue with practice. you change into your gym clothes in case things get messy.

(“i’m sorry,” kita said.

you shake your head. “i kinda like this. and we’re lucky it’s a weekend tomorrow too!”

aran laughs. “well, at least if they start arguing like kids, they’ll look the part.”

kita smiles, shoulders feeling less heavy.)

atsumu sits between your legs, playing with your fingers as suna continues to nap on his pile of jerseys with one draped over him. osamu plays with a spare volleyball on your right. you reach into your backpack, finding a packet of stickers and offer it to the twins. osamu takes one and sticks it onto his volleyball.

“nnnm?” atsumu says, looking at the pink heart sticker stuck on his finger.

“it’s a sticker, ‘tsumu. you can decorate things with them,” you explain softly.

he sticks it onto the back of your hand and you do the same on his. “now we match!”

atsumu beams, giggling. “kya!”

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he holds onto your hand, admiring the matching stickers when a ball hits the side of your leg.

“ouh!” osamu bounces on his bum, waving his arms and hands. you push the ball back and start a rally of back and forth with osamu, who giggles at the fun.

“hnnnmmm…..buuu.”

you look down at atsumu. “are you getting tired, ‘tsumu? do you want to take a nap with suna?”

he shakes his head, holding onto your fingers as he crawls further into your lap, resting his head on your chest. he taps your other arm that’s pushing the volleyball. confused, you bring your hand in and atsumu takes it to wrap around his body as he cuddles into you. you squeal internally at his adorable behaviour, but osamu pouts. he gets on all fours, crawling over to you and up your arm as he holds himself up on his shoulders.

“hello!” you chirp.

he takes a breath. “weeoo,” he says.

you bite your lip, not wanting to laugh at the weird sound he made. atsumu looks up and isn’t happy that you aren’t focused on him, so he gets up too.

“nyea!” he shouts, as if saying ‘see? i can do that too!’

you smile. “you did it!”

atsumu huffs, proud. osamu gets bored and sits back down, crawling over to suna and lying down next to him. you turn your attention back to atsumu as osamu settles in.

“so, what’s next? are you hungry again?”

“ouh!”

“hm?”

atsumu pats at his forehead, before pursing his lips. you laugh, grinning into the kiss you put on his forehead. atsumu smiles too, cheeks pink. “ehehe,” he giggles. oh, if only atsumu would always be this honest. he asks for another one, this time by patting his hands over his lips. you oblige, but no sooner than you do, a puff of cream coloured gas—smoke?—erupts in your face before you’re left with atsumu back in his original size. nude.

“eh?”

“gross. put some clothes on,” akagi grimaces.

“what the—?” atsumu looks down. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“don’t swear!” you admonish.

“get dressed, you freak!” ginjima yells.

“huh?! why can’t i swear?” he retorts. “and shut up, you don’t have to tell me!”

“guys!” you whisper-yell. “be quiet!’

too late. suna startles and starts crying at the sudden noise, waking osamu. you rush over to them, hoping the warmness on your cheeks from atsumu’s sudden nudity leaves you soon.

“hey, don’t cry!” you coo, picking up suna, rocking him in your arms as kita comes over to console osamu.

“the hell?” atsumu gripes. “shouldn’t you be holding me, babe?”

you huff at him, patting on suna’s back. “maybe if you weren’t so loud, i would be!”

“get dressed, atsumu.”

as kita berates atsumu, another cream cloud puffs up. this time, a crushing weight comes with it as you collapse with the weight of suna’s body on yours. you’re stiff as a board as suna props himself up, lifting his head from your shoulder.

you blush, putting your arms over your face. “i can’t see anything!”

suna gets off you, perturbed. “what hap—?”

“get dressed,” akagi huffs, throwing his jersey over his head.

“suna, you ass—!” atsumu swears, but shuts up when kita glares at him.

kita places osamu down on the floor, having deduced the next ‘transformation’. just as he does, osamu is returned to his original size through another puff of smoke. kita hands osamu’s jersey to him and he gets dressed without any fuss.

you sigh, finally the ruckus was over.

“so, what happened?” osamu asks.

kita gives the three of them a basic rundown of the events. they all find it weird, skeptical. ginjima pulls out his phone to show them the pictures but they aren’t there. he swears they were. the twins think they’re being pranked and suna does too, thinking he was probably just a casualty for the greater good.

lifting your hand, you point to the back of it. “you stuck a sticker on me, ‘tsumu. there’s one on you, too. and i bought those yesterday so you haven’t seen them yet.”

everyone’s gaze is directed at your matching pink heart stickers. atsumu blushes a little. “well, maybe you aren’t lying,” he mutters.

“whipped,” osamu coughs.

“moron,” suna yawns.

atsumu’s blush darkens, but before he can say anything, aran does.

“how were we supposed to give all three of you temporary memory loss?”

everyone decides to drop it and kita ends practice early, thinking that his grandma may have been right in saying that the gods really were watching. he wonders what they meant by all of this, if there was any reason at all.

“you know, i kinda miss you being a cute little baby, ‘tsumu.”

“yeah?” he grabs onto your hand as you walk home together. he hasn’t removed the pink heart sticker.

you snicker. “widdol baby achumu weally wiked forehead kisses you know.”

“oh, shut up,” he mutters, heavy blush across his face.

you hold onto his arm, snuggling into it. “s’okay, i’ll just have to give you forehead kisses forever.”

he squeezes your hand, grin breaking across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, babe.”

you giggle, tugging on his shirt lightly. he leans down, kissing you.

he tastes like strawberries.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #atsumu x you

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 2 years

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Lukanette Minific December: “We have to hurry”

Well ok, technically this isn’t a minific because I went over the word count......By a lot. Happy early Christmas to all!

So...This fanfic contains the Couffaine-Cheng kids. I will list their ages to make it easy for all of you. Leon - 13, Marina - 11, Melanie - 7, Lucian - 3

Yes, four kids! It was originally only going to be just 3 but recently I thought of another child for Marinette and Luka named Lucian...

I will explain more in the next author’s note so, enjoy!

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"Come on kids!" Luka cried.

"We have to hurry!" Marinette chimed in.

After all the excitement from opening gifts and playing, the Couffaine-Cheng family was off to visit Anarka. But these kids were having a bit too much fun with their presents. Leon was the oldest and merely took some time to get warm clothes to protect himself. Marina was caught up with her gaming device but eventually saw her father giving her a look. She put her jacket on while shoving her game underneath.

Their youngest kids Melanie and Lucian were still playing with their toys. Melanie was helping Lucian play his game of make-believe while waving a wand and holding a doll. While Lucian was a soft-spoken sweet boy, he made repetitive noises with his battery-powered toy. Marinette and Luka had to give both kids a soft nudge to get ready.

Then everyone was finally dressed to go out.

"Alright let's go," Luka said before unlocking the door.

Suddenly gusts of wind and fierce snowflakes started blowing in, and when he heard the cries of his wife and kids, he promptly slammed the door and leaned against it to keep it shut.

Luka and Marinette decided it was best to stay put. But all four of their kids gave them those adorable puppy dog eyes. But Marina was a bit more determined.

"Come on Papa! It's just a snowstorm. We can get through it, and it will be fun!" Marina pleaded.

"It's too dangerous Marina," Luka said sternly.

Leon stood up as well. "But Dad, it's just not Christmas without Grandma Anarka."

Marinette pulled out her phone. "We'll call your grandma."

Marinette was just about to call as Melanie and Lucian walked toward the window. Melanie immediately picked up her 3-year-old brother so he could look outside. The snow was falling so hard that they could almost only see white. And there was a knock on the door that caused everyone to turn their heads.

"Who could that be?" Luka asked as he went to open the door. Gesturing to his kids to stay back, but the kids were incredibly curious.

Luka opened the door and what greeted them was a familiar woman dressed up like Santa, complete with a fluffy white beard and carrying a huge bag. She waved at them.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas dear family!" The woman cried in an unmistakable Scottish accent.

Melanie and Lucian were incredibly bewildered. "Santa Claus?" They cried in unison.

Leon and Marina blinked as this Santa Claus smiled and winked at them. "Grandma?!" The two older children cried.

Luka's mouth went agape from surprise and then delight.

"Mom?" Luka cried.

Marinette rushed to her husband's side being just as surprised and delighted to see her mother-in-law. Anarka took care to greet her four grandchildren.

"Aye! It was supposed to be a surprise!" Anarka cried.

"Grandma! Grandma!" Melanie and Lucian cried as they hugged their grandmother as tightly as possible. Leon and Marina joined as well for the biggest grandmother group hug ever.

"But why?" Luka asked. "It's too dangerous outside."

Anarka picked up Lucian and Melanie in her arms and turned to her son and daughter-in-law.

"That's why I decided to surprise all of you by visiting myself. I couldn't let my grandchildren freeze," Anarka said.

Well, Anarka's visit certainly made being snowed in on Christmas more livable.

Anarka sat on the couch with Lucian sitting on her leg while Melanie laid her stomach on a pillow. Marina was helping Marinette make cookies while Leon was helping Luka make hot chocolate.

Lucian was wide-eyed over the tall tales his grandmother told while playing with her fluffy beard.

"Grandma, are you one of Santa's helpers?" Lucian asked.

Anarka let out a chuckle before giving Lucian some gentle pats.

"Of course, your grandmother is my young lad. I have been working overtime!" She said triumphantly.

Melanie smiled. "Grandma can do anything!" She got up and walked up to her younger brother. "And once you're older Lulu you'll become part of the pirate crew, and I won't be the little mate anymore!" Melanie explained that part with much excitement. But with her brother being so young, he didn't quite understand.

"Aye!" She rocked her youngest grandson, causing him to giggle a bit. "I look forward to that!"

"Alright! Enough excitement!" Marina called as she carried a tray into the living room. "The cookies are done!"

"Cookies!" Melanie cried as she ran to her older sister. Hands ready to carry more than she could possibly take.

"Whoa!" Marina cried as she tried to keep the tray secure in her hands. "Watch it Melanie! We should let Grandma Claus eat cookies first!"

"Settle down girls! There are plenty of cookies for everyone," Marinette said as she calmed her daughters.

Luka and Leon walked in next with trays carrying mugs of hot chocolate.

"Cocoa!" Lucian cried gleefully.

Luka grinned. "Yes, nice and hot!"

"But not hot enough to burn anyone this time," Leon added.

Everyone sat down on the couches where the kids and their grandmother eagerly grabbed their share of cookies and cocoa. Now everyone was together and comfortable.

"I can tell you kids more stories about your father being a pirate and your mother being a princess!" Anarka exclaimed. All her grandchildren were automatically intrigued.

"Mom!" Luka complained as he removed the mug of hot chocolate from his mouth.

Marinette smiled and stroked her husband's arm as she turned back to Anarka.

"Maybe you should show the kids the presents you brought them," Marinette said.

The children's faces lit up.

"Ah yes!" Anarka said. "I mustn't forget," she said as she picked herself up. "Come forth children!"

And her four grandkids followed as Anarka opened up the big bag of presents. The four kids eagerly peeked inside and cried in joy from the amazing gifts they found.

Marinette and Luka smiled contently as Luka wrapped his arm around his wife, and she closed her eyes as she nuzzled against his chest.

Luka was grateful that everything had fallen into place. He was thankful no snowstorm could get between his mother and her grandkids.

Marinette was grateful as well. Their family didn't have to hurry through a snowstorm because Anarka was always miles ahead.

It was a wonderful Christmas night for the family.

Author’s Note: I hope everyone enjoyed! I am certainly happy to be writing Marina in a much more happier timeline.

Also Lucian...Not sure if I am ever going to use him again, four children to write for is a lot. But I should also note that I was originally going to make Lucian non-binary....But I am not sure if I am qualified to write non-binary characters so I decided against it.

So anyways, I will see all of you tomorrow for the next prompt. *wink*

#lbsc minific challenge #lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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Forties themed party

Prompt number: 3 “you did this?”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing probably. Sharon Carter is an ass- I feel like that’s a running theme in my Steve fics.

A/N: I indulged myself with some 40s slang in this piece. I was crying while writing this because it was the first time I’ve listened to the Ink Spots since my Grandma died, so I’m sorry if it sucks.

While Steve Rogers was physically turning thirty-four, he was technically turning one hundred. Every year around his birthday, Steve would swear up and down he didn’t want a big party, and you somehow reigned Tony in every year. But this year. You actually approached Tony first, wanting to throw a big birthday bash for Cap’s hundredth birthday. Steve always got reminiscent of the forties around his birthday, so you approached Tony with the idea of a forties themed party.

Everyone would have to dress in vintage forties clothes, the music would be from then- nothing new, and you even convinced Bucky to wear his old Sergeant uniform- on loan from the Smithsonian. Bucky absolutely loved the idea, he too wanted to be transported back to his old life even for just a few hours. Somehow all the Avengers kept the party a secret from Steve- even Peter and Scott.

The part comes together nicely, Frank Sinatra playing from the speakers, caterers dressed up like they’re in the army, and bartenders choosing between skirts or pants. Bucky was in awe at how you transformed the inside of the banquet hall to look like a dance hall straight out of the forties.

“Happy Birthday, Stevie!” you yell when he walks into the hall. Your voice gets drowned out in the crowd, but his eyes immediately find you, almost like he heard you in particular.

Steve is dressed in his original Captain America uniform, the one he wore for all of the shows- also on loan from the Smithsonian.

Before you can make your way to Steve he’s being swallowed by a crowd of his friends and coworkers, each wishing him a happy birthday. You smile fondly at Steve, before heading to the bar to get a drink. Bucky soon joins you, not wanting to be stuck in the middle of the crowd with Steve anymore.

“Looking good, Sarge,” you smirk, fixing Bucky’s tie as he leans on the bar beside you.

“Not so bad yourself, Doll,” he gives a pointed look at your choice of outfit. “Someone’s being a little obvious today.”

“How on Earth did you convince him to wear that?” you ignore the comment, glancing down at the Captain America USO dancer outfit you found.

“I told him a certain Dame wanted to see him in it,” he chuckles lightly, glancing back at Steve and the now thinning crowd. “Thanks for doing this (Y/N/N), I know it’s for Steve but I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“Well it may be Steve’s party, but it’s for you too,” you smile widely at your friend. “You weren’t here for me to throw a huge hundredth birthday party for last year.”

“This party’s a real humdinger!” Steve exclaims happily when he reaches you and Bucky, Sharon hanging off his arm.

Sharon Carter, your acquaintance whom you don’t really like. She always seemed to make everything about Steve a competition with you; who he said good morning to first, he got to go on a mission and undercover with him, who he smiled at in a meeting. You’re secretive about your feelings towards Steve, the only person you actually told being Bucky. But Sharon doesn’t try to hide her affections in the slightest, always following him around like a lost puppy.

“It’s like we’re back home,” Bucky affirms, giving you a fond thankful smile.

“I can’t believe Sharon did all this! Steve’s statement shocks you, but the triumphant smirk on Sharon’s face tells you she already took all the credit. If you tell him the truth you’ll look jealous, Sharon no doubt would make a big deal out of it, saying you always try to steal her thunder or something of that nature.

“What are you-” Bucky starts, but you put a hand on his bicep to stop him from continuing, shocking both him and Sharon.

“I couldn’t have planned a better party myself,” you smile sadly,grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and knocking it back.

You planned on telling Steve tonight, pulling him onto the dancefloor and confessing your feelings for him. Ask him to go steady with you. But your plains have been foiled because of Sharon. Of course Steve has a soft spot for this Carter too.

“Care to go cut a rug?” Bucky sticks a hand out for you to grab. You giggle lightly at the forties speak, but place your hand in his with flourish.

“I’d love to, Sargent,” you giggle louder as he twirls you onto the dancefloor. Billie Holiday’s voice fills the room as Bucky tries to teach you some swing dance moves.

After five songs you and Bucky head back to the bar to grab another drink and to cool down from all the dancing. “You’re quencher, dollface,” he hands you a cold drink.

“Why thank you,” you accept the drink, taking a small sip as your eyes scan the room. You find Steve off in a corner talking to Tony, Sharon surprisingly nowhere in sight.

You cover your mouth in shock as the song Maybe by the Ink Spots starts to play. You close your eyes and you’re transported back to your grandparents' living room when you were a kid. All the little details you’ve forgotten over the years come into focus and it’s like you’re there again. A tear slips down your cheek as you sway slightly along to the song.

“I remember my Grandparents dancing to the Ink Spots when I was a kid,” you admit, feeling Bucky’s concerned gaze on you. “All I’ve ever wanted is a love like theirs.”

“Can I have this dance, sweetheart?” you open your eyes at Steve’s gentle voice. He gives you a small smile, reaching up and wiping your tears away.

You're acutely aware of the fact that he’s never danced with a woman before, anytime anyone asked him to dance at a party he’d always say he was waiting for the right partner. He told you about his missed date with Peggy, the both of you convinced at that time he’d never want to dance with anyone else.

You nod, placing your hand in his and letting him lead you back to the dancefloor. He pulls you in close to him and you rock back and forth to the music, the opposite of your dancing with Bucky. You rest your head on Steve’s chest, the mirror image of what your grandparents looked like back in the day. You asked Steve if he liked the Ink Spots back in the day the first time you met him, that question kickstarting your friendship.

“You did this?” he doesn’t need to clarify, but he does anyway. “You planned the party, not Sharon. Don’t even try to deny it, Tony told me this was all your idea.”

“Yeah,” you admit into his chest. “I thought that you’d like being transported back to your time for such a big birthday.”

“This party had your name written all over it,” Steve slowly spins the two of you, the action earning intrigued glances from your friends. “I was surprised when Sharon said it was her idea, and then you didn’t deny it when I brought it up.”

“Sharon’s in love with you, she would just call me jealous if I denied it,” you out Sharon's feelings, if Steve hadn’t already caught on. “I didn’t want to get in an argument with her and ruin your party.”

“(Y/N), I love it,” he pulls back slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “I love you. I have for a long time now.”

“I love you too, Steve,” you smile at him, ecstatic that he feels the same. “Bucky said I was being a little obvious about my feelings with my outfit today.”

Steve chuckles, eyes racking over your figure, “I love the look, think you could wear it later?”

“Steven Grant Rogers! That’s no way to talk to a lady!” you laugh and playfully smack his arm.

“(Y/N), will you go steady with me?” there’s a small bit of fear in his eyes, but they mainly shine with hope.

“I’d love to, Stevie,” he pulls you in for a kiss, both of you smiling into it. “I was planning on asking you the same thing.”

Permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen @rexorangecouny @mrs-malfoy-always

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nothingbutimagines · 3 years

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The Holidate (Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Cursing, fluff, lots of bickering and pining

Summary: After Y/n’s grandmother has been hounding her to get a boyfriend, Y/n convinces Steve, the only team member alone on Christmas and her slight enemy, to go with her to her family’s Christmas Eve dinner.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: On the second day of ficmas, my fanfic writer gave to me two characters fake dating on Christmas Eve. Tomorrow is Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader and yesterday was Peter Parker x Reader. As always, requests are open and happy holidays to you all!

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Yes, Grandma, I will be bringing my boyfriend with me.” You said softly, holding your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you folded clothes and placed them into your overnight bag. “Yes, he’s very handsome, of course. His name? It’s uh-”

Steve walked into the view of your doorway, knocking on the door frame softly, his eyebrow raised at you.

“It’s Steve. Yes, Steve. Cute, right? Listen, I have to go, but I will call you when we are on our way, okay?” You gave Steve a slight wave as you straightened up, holding the phone away from your face. “Love you too. Bye.”

You let out a heavy sigh, tossing your phone on the bed before turning to Steve.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Ew, as if.” You turned away, starting to fold your clothing once again. “I know you didn’t come here to eavesdrop on me and my grandmother. What do you want?”

“Well, this handsome man-”

“I never called you handsome.”

“I came here to inform you that everyone has left for the holidays, so this wing of the compound is about to be very cold since Tony wants to save electricity while everyone is out for the week.”

“Are you leaving, Steve?”

“No, I don’t have any plans. I just thought I’d stay here. Why?”

“How would you like to attend Christmas Eve dinner with my family?” You asked, turning to him with a glowing smile on your face.

“What’s the catch?”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame as he studied the look on your face, attempting to read your expression as your smile fell slightly.

“Why would there be a catch?”

“Oh, come on, Y/n, you never do acts of kindness without something in return.”

You scoffed. “That is so not true! I do nice things all the time.”

“Yesterday, you gave me the extra burrito you had gotten at Chipotle and didn’t finish and then five minutes later, I got your Venmo request for the apparent four dollars and seventy-eight cents I ate.”

You laughed. “I only do that stuff to you cause it’s funny, but I didn’t think you’d hold a grudge about it.”

“It’s not a grudge-” Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. “Enough about yesterday. What is the catch in coming to meet your family?”

You zipped up your bag and looked at him sheepishly.

“I hope you’re a good actor because you have to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Steve let out a laugh and shook his head. “I’d rather be alone on the holiday than pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“You forgot to say ‘no offense.’”

“No, I hope you do take offense. I’m not going and I hope you’re bothered.”

“I am! Steve, come on! I already told my grandmother you were coming. Please, I will do anything if you do me just this one favor.”

Steve raised a brow. “Really?”

You raised your hand and nodded. “Really. Scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t even a scout.”

“Uh, yeah, I was. I was a girl scout for like three years.” You argued. “Which is something you should know as my boyfriend.”

“I am not about to learn your life’s story just to be your fake boyfriend.”

“Yes, you are. We have a four hour drive ahead of us.” You replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder and slipping past him. “Now, let’s go get you some clothes and get the hell out of here. It’s already getting cold.”

“I think I can dress myself.”

“No you can’t.”

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“I hate this sweater.” Steve stated, tugging at the woven fabric as he shifted in his seat.

“Oh my god, shut up about the sweater! It looks nice!”

“It’s so stiff and itchy. There’s a reason it was in the back of my closet.”

“Could you sound anymore like a child?” You snapped. “Also, when I said we were driving, I was hoping you’d get behind the wheel.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest as you glanced away from the road and at him.

“Well, you’re the one who kidnapped me, so you have to drive. It’s only fair.”

“I didn’t even kidnap you! You came willingly.”

“That was before you made me wear this sweater!” Steve groaned, sinking into the car seat slightly. “It was also before I found out when you said you’d do anything for me in return, that meant you’d only wash my car and nothing else.”

“I don’t know why you expected me to willingly do paperwork for the next four days!”

“Because you said you’d do anything!”

“Ugh! We both know I’m liar!”

“You’ve got that right.”

You sighed heavily, moving your hands on the steering wheel. “I don’t know why I even asked you to do this. I should’ve asked Vision. At least he knows my last name.”

“I know your last name.”

“When I asked you what my last name was, you said Gatsby!”

“I know it now.” Steve corrected himself. “And of course Vision knows your last name! He’s a machine! Like a microwave!”

“I’d rather have a microwave who knows my last name as a fake boyfriend.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Do you even know my last name?” Steve challenged, turning down the music that was playing on the stereo.

“It’s Rogers.”

“Oh, so you do know.”

“Yeah, I do know.” You scoffed, leaning forward and turning the music back up. “How about we just sit and listen to music for the last thirty minutes of this car ride?”

Steve turned down the music again and looked over at you. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say if your family asks how we met.”

“Easy. Just say we met at work.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? Since I’m your boss?”

“Actually, Fury is my boss. You’re just like the one coworker who thinks he’s the manager when the manager isn’t there.”

“I am not!”

“Newsflash, asshole, you’ve been on the same playing field as us all the whole time!”

“Language.”

“Who are you? My father?” You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Let’s just get this story straight and we’ll worry about your old man attitude later.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that last part.”

“Anyway,” You started, “we will just say that we met at work and we’ve only been dating a few months now, but I’m bringing you because you don’t have any family to see on the holidays.”

“Oh, so I’m the sad orphan you’re saving? That’s the lie we’re going with?”

“Are you dying of fucking dementia, grandpa?” You asked, the sarcasm thick in your voice. “I literally didn’t make up a lie, it was all true!”

“Oh. Right.”

“Yeah. Just tell the truth, you know, minus the part where we are not dating.” You insisted. “And try to remember my last name, for the love of God.”

“It’s Y/l/n, I know. I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Never. Now you can see why when I said I’d do anything, I wasn’t going to do just anything.”

Your phone buzzed in the cup holder between you and you reached your hand down to grab it, instead grabbing something else soft and warm. You pulled your hand away, glancing over to see Steve’s hand already on your phone.

“You know, Y/n, if you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve just asked. We are dating after all.”

“Shut up. Just hand me my phone so I can read my text message. It might be from my mom.”

You reached for the phone in Steve’s hands, your other hand still on the wheel and your eyes on the road as he slapped your hand away lightly.

“No way. You’re driving. I’ll read it to you.” He insisted, attempting to open your phone before looking at you. “I need your face to open your phone.”

“There is a password. It’s ‘Steve sucks major dong’. all lowercase, no space.”

“That didn’t work.”

“I know it wouldn’t. I just wanted to say it.” You chuckled. “The password is ‘there is no password’, no spaces, all lowercase.”

“Clever.” Steve replied, now looking intently at your phone before reading out loud, “Peter aka Spiderboy says that he washed the car you asked him to and even waxed it since he thought it would look nice, so you can just venmo him his twenty dollars.”

“Oh, good. I didn’t think he’d get that done until the weekend.”

“You paid Tony’s little mentor kid to wash my car, didn’t you?” Steve asked, setting your phone down back in the cup holder.

“Of course I did. You didn’t really think I’d do it myself, did you? It so much easier to pay some kid cash than do it myself.”

“Fair point.”

You took a turn into the driveway of your parent’s house, sighing heavily as you put the car into park and turned to Steve.

“Listen to me,” You ordered, poking him in the chest. “If you so much as hint at the fact that we aren’t actually dating, I will kill you. Don’t call me pet names, don’t annoy me. We just need to make it through the next two days and we’ll never have to speak of this again.”

“Hold on. The next two days?” Steve’s eyes were wide as they met yours.

“Why the fuck did you think I packed you a bag?”

“I don’t know! Just in case I spill on myself?”

“Are you a baby? Do you need a diaper bag?” You mocked, your attitude clearly annoyed. “How often do you spill on yourself?”

“Well, never, but maybe now I might! Maybe I might because I’m nervous now that you’re holding me hostage in the middle of nowhere!”

“You are so dramatic, my God!” You groaned, unbuckling yourself before swinging open your door and jumping out of the car. “Just grab your bag so we can go inside.”

You opened the door to the backseat, now face to face with Steve who was on the other side, grabbing his own bag and coat. You stuck your tongue out at him, only to cause him to roll his eyes before you both closed your doors and you locked the car. You made your way around to Steve’s side of the car, holding your hand out to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold my hand.” You ordered, waving your hand at him.

“I don’t want to hold your hand.”

“Suck it up. You have to. We have to look like we’re together.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Shut up and hold it already!” You cried, waving your hand wildly before he took your hand in his. “Thank you.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

You guided him down the walkway and up the stairs onto your parent’s front porch. You leaned forward, ringing the doorbell before looking up at Steve, who had a strong frown on his face. You yanked his hand lightly, causing him to look at you.

“Smile. Look like you love me.” You whispered as the front door opened, to reveal your mother and father. “Mom, dad! Hi!”

“Y/n, honey, it’s so good to see you.” You mother beamed, looking between you and Steve. “Oh, you must be Steve! Y/n has told us so much about you!”

Steve raised a brow, a smirk on his face as he looked at you. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, of course! She thinks you are just the cutest and I can see why.”

“Mom, come on.” You groaned, feeling as though you were back in your teens, bringing home your high school boyfriend to meet your parents.

“Oh, hush, just let us have a chance to tease you.” She laughed, touching your shoulder as you slipped into the house past her.

“Yeah, sweetheart, let us have our fun.” Steve agreed, following you inside.

“Oh, Steve, Y/n’s father will take both of your bags to your room.” Your mother said, your father taking your bag from you and taking Steve’s as well. “I need to go check on the ham, but make yourselves at home! Everyone is in the living room.”

You nodded as your two parents departed before turning to Steve, taking your hand from him. “Sweetheart? Really?”

“I was trying to sound like a boyfriend.”

“It was weird. Please, don’t do that again. Just, just don’t call me pet names.”

“If I can’t call you pet names, what do I call you?” Steve asked as he followed you down the hallway to the living room.

“Just call me by my name, okay?” You nodded, flashing a smile before turning forward, walking into the living room.

“Y/n!” Your grandmother beamed, causing the rest of the room to turn and face you.

“Hello, Grandma. Hello, everyone, this is Steve. My, uh-”

“Her boyfriend. Nice to meet you all.” Steve gave a small wave to the room as you took a seat down on the couch besides your grandmother, Steve following your lead.

You gave your grandmother a quick kiss, sinking into the couch as Steve sat beside you.

“He’s very handsome.” Your grandmother whispered, leaning in close to you and gave you a quick wink. “Good job.”

You gave her a shy smile. “Thank you, Gran.”

“It’s uh, very nice to meet you, ma’am.” Steve spoke up, leaning forward to look past you.

“Oh, you too, honey. And might I say, you are cute as a button. If I was a few years younger, I’d swoon for you just as Y/n here has.”

“Okay, Gran. Let’s not embarrass Steve.”

“Oh, I’m not embarrassed.” Steve corrected, a hand on his chest, “I’m flattered, actually. But that blush on your cheeks might indicate you are the one embarrassed.”

Your mother walked into the living room, her smile bright as she clapped her hands together, gathering the attention of everyone in the room.

“Alright! Dinner is ready if you all are hungry.”

“Thank God.” You stood up, smoothing out the fabric of your pants as you took a deep breath. “Come on, Steve.”

“Coming.” Steve stood up and followed you threw the entrance to the kitchen.

“Oh, look who’s under the mistletoe!” Your grandmother beamed as you both stopped to look back at her.

“Oh, Grandma, please.” You shook your head. “It’s just a silly tradition.”

“Oh nonsense, Y/n, it’s fun.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s just a funny tradition.” Steve smirked, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him before kissing you softly.

You hummed, shocked by the gesture before melting a bit at the sensation of his lips on yours. You put your hand on his chest before pulling away, only to realize you were the only ones left in the hallway.

"If you ever kiss me like that again-" You whispered, your voice almost a hiss as you followed him down the hallway.

"Shut up, you liked it, you opened your mouth for tongue."

"I did not!" You retorted.

"Then why'd you lick mine when I stuck it in your mouth?" Steve questioned, looking back at you with a matter of fact look on his face.

"Just don't kiss me, alright?"

“So now I can’t kiss you? How do you expect us to fake date if I can’t even properly pretend?”

“You just want an excuse to kiss me, don’t you, Steve?”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t like that, too.”

“I can like the action of kissing without liking the person.” You stated, turning away from him as you grabbed a dinner plate, piling on the food you wanted before following the rest of the group into the dining room.

“Y/n, Steve, we left a spot open for you two so you can sit together.” Your mother motioned towards you.

You took a seat between Steve and your grandmother, sandwiched between them and wishing you hadn’t picked the spot as you looked around the table, your parents sitting at the two heads and you older brother and his girlfriend sitting across from you with your younger sister sandwiched between them.

“So,” Your mother started, looking at the two of you, “how did you two meet?”

“We met at work.” You stated simply, not looking up from your plate as you pushed around your food.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked Steve. Steve, how did you two meet?”

“Uh,” Steve looked over at you for reassurance, only to receive a confused expression in response, “we met at work, Y/n is right, but it wasn’t as simple as that. I think when we first met, we kind of butted heads a lot and bickered all the time.”

Steve glanced over at you, taking your hand in his. “You know how Y/n is, she teases everyone, and I think for a while I thought she just hated me, but then I figured out she was really only ever teasing me because she liked me. I don’t know if it was romantic or not, but I knew I liked her romantically. It was kind of a no-brainer, whether or not to ask her out. So, I did. She laughed in my face, of course, but when she realized I was serious, she reciprocated the sentiment and said yes.”

You watched Steve as he spoke, your hand warming up in his as you sat silently. You were amazed by the story, almost believing it yourself. He may not have known your last name until earlier in the day, but in that moment, you realized just how observant he was of you along with how easy you were to read.

It was true, you had only ever teased and tormented Steve because you liked him, but you were never sure if it was romantic interest in him that had you acting the way you did.

Sure, Steve was handsome and kind and he was easy to talk to when you actually talked to him and he never quite put up with your shit, but did you like him?

Your eyes grew wide with realization as you quickly turned down to your plate and began eating quietly.

“Y/n? Did you hear me?” Your mother asked.

“No, I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. What?”

“Did you tease Steve because you liked him romantically?” She asked. “Like a school boy pulling a girl’s pigtails?”

You shrugged, stabbing a piece of ham with your fork. “I don’t know. I think at the time, I didn’t really realize how much I really liked him romantically. You know how I am, I’m not the romantic type.”

“But somehow she sure did fall in love with me, right, doll?” Steve asked, putting a hand on your head, brushing through you hair.

You nodded against his head, swallowing hard. “Yeah, yes! I did. I love Steve quite a lot.”

“Oh, well that’s so sweet. John, your turn, tell us about this lovely lady right here.” Your mother turned her attention to your older brother, taking the spotlight away from you and Steve.

“Oh thank god.” You let out the breath you were holding and looked at Steve. “You’re a really good liar, you know that?”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He whispered back. “We should fake date more often, maybe at restaurants for those free desserts you get on your anniversary.”

“I can’t stand you.”

“Oh, I think you can.” Steve chuckled. “You did say you love me ‘quite a lot.’”

“I was lying, just like you did with your little story.”

“But was I fully lying there?” Steve leaned in close to you, his face close to yours.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“You like me, don’t you, sweetheart?” He leaned in a little closer

“As if.”

“Oh really? Because the closer I’ve gotten, the pinker your face has gotten.”

“Don’t make me say it, Steve.”

“Oh, you don’t have to. The way you kissed me earlier has said enough.”

“You kissed me first.”

“And I’ll do it again.”

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For anyone somehow here not from the original thread, this started off me getting asked what finishing school is and me getting shit off my chest that is only mildly relevant about how I could both be of the social class that gets sent to finishing school and grows up on welfare.

With an understanding that in many parts of the world it wouldn't qualify as so, as far as the US goes, my dad is from what counts as a very old money family from Baltimore & Philadelphia. Both his siblings went to college and one now owns a major hedge fund, and his sister is married to a C-level executive at a huge conglomerate. His parents went to college. His grandparents went to college. All eight of his great grandparents went to college. My dad...did not go to college. He was not about that life, and while I don't mean it as an insult, when I say his primary occupation until I was ~5 was a drummer in a mediocre band I mean that he opened for a lot of great acts, and if you lived in the Boston to Atlanta area in the 80s you may have heard him play, but he was never a huge national name. But he wasn't an amateur band playing for free at some random local gig either.

My mom grew up on a chicken farm in a Mennonite family in Pennsylvania but also completely rejected her heritage and became a model, sort of like my father, of mediocre status. Not Giselle Bundchen, but had national contracts and if you have a Graco ad/box from 1990-1993 you might see both me and her on it. They met because my mom's friends placed bets, one each, on who could sleep with a member of their favorite local band first and my mom picked my dad and...my mom was actually supposed to go be a model in Tokyo and found out she was pregnant with me and couldn't go 😂

So, after my parents had two kids back to back with a third on the way and determined they needed lifestyles more in line with having three children, they became much poorer than they originally were because my mom stopped working and my dad, with a barely-passed-high-school education but needing a true "day job" worked day labor in construction. My dad's father was too proud to give us money/help if my dad didn't beg for it; despite having eventually four young children my dad never did so we ended up on all the state assistance programs one could imagine. My grandma jokes that dinners at my parents house were BYOC - bring your own chair, because we didn't own any.

My mother and paternal grandmother had no such pride issues and I live in eternal gratitude that my welfare childhood was not as crappy as it should have been because my grandmother would have my mom accompany her on grocery runs and buy us food without my father or grandfather knowing, and every Christmas and birthday my grandparents/godparents could give us the one big ticket gift all the kids wanted that year. But, on the other side, I once got stung by a bee inside my mouth because my brother threw a hairbrush through a cracked window at me and broke it and we couldn't afford to fix it for about two years and a hornet got in one day and rested himself in my coke can (my parents were the very American type that fed me coca-cola in baby bottles at age 8 when I was jealous of my younger siblings lol).

It is hard not to believe in "toxic masculinity" when two men warring over dumbass pride issues would rather their children/grandchildren go without food than suck it up and decide 'help' isn't the worst word in the English language, and you know you've only been saved by two women who came from totally different backgrounds and entirely disapproved of each other but reached out the hand to shake when it came down to toddlers getting the short end of the don't-bend-the-knee stick. It wasn't that either of the men were bad people, I loved them both and got along great with both, but on a societal level I feel they were socialized in a very fucked up way if that was the end result, as both claimed "male pride" in these instances [my dad took multiple thousands of dollars I'd saved from working during college from me during the 2008-2010 financial crisis and didn't tell me and that was the reason I was given for why I hadn't been informed/asked, because it would be too emotionally difficult for an adult man to ask a young woman. My graduation present was them repaying me 1/3 of the money they'd taken from me without asking because I'd like, trusted them when it had been in a joint account that was a holdover from when I was <18 and couldn't have my own bank account].

While in some ways my parents on the surface achieved the American dream of going from nothing to a bunch of money, the real factor in play was that my dad's father was the bank. My parents had no credit and couldn't get real loans. My dad worked construction and during the two major periods that flipping houses was very lucrative, he never had to get an actual loan or pay actual interest, he just had to ask his father to pay out cash and then repay him at a flat 2% interest rate that didn't even accrue over time, just...whenever you are ready, repay the value of the loan + 2%. Because my father was doing something productive, in these instances, my grandfather was happy to pay, because it wasn't giving away money, it was loaning it. I had a very weird situation of mostly being poor but like also getting taken to the "big donors" events at the Kennedy Center and my grandparents regularly buying me a dress as a child worth more than my mom's wedding dress and also needing to pretend I fit in with these people.

And look. When I say "these people"...honestly, by and large, most wealthy people, whether inherited or not, are not the assholes you want to imagine. Most of them are extremely nice. Most of them are generous when it comes to the less fortunate who are in their personal sphere of being. Most of them are just really out of touch. The 100% kindest of all of them that I know once relayed to me that she thought people would be happier if once a year they did what she did...go to the airport with a purse packed full of absolute necessities, buy a one way ticket to the most appealing destination on the flight board, buy your clothes and book your accommodations after you'd arrived, and come back after you felt you'd 'centered' yourself. She didn't understand why there were so many unhappy people who weren't taking this very obvious route to being happier. I didn't quite know how to explain that saying "most" people couldn't afford to do that either financially or from a job/career angle didn't even cover it, as "most" sounds like 70% instead of 99.7%.

I was both my parents eldest son and eldest daughter in the worst combination possible. I was the eldest son because I was the most stereotypically male of all my siblings, in everything from desire to physically fight the battles I was given to dislike of shopping/fashion to lack of emotional connection to my relationships, so I can now fix your average household plumbing/drywall/electrical issue better than most "city" guys I interact with and remain less clingy to them in the process. I was also very much the oldest daughter from a responsibility perspective, I managed our household and from age 10 - 24 managed the finances of our family business, my mom almost died giving birth to my youngest brother after a ruptured uterus that should never have happened in the first place if we had adequate insurance to get her a non-emergency C-section (I was just past 9 years old at the time) and I was informally withdrawn from school for two years to take care of the family when she couldn't because there is no paid parental leave in the US and we got double-fucked by the medical industry because she got a bad "mesh" put in and then had to have a further surgery to repair that which we also had to pay for and didn't have the money to win a lawsuit over.

I don't know quite how to put this, but in the deepest fuck you of the universe, my rich-immigrant-ggggg grandfather's money led to him owning banks, insurance companies, etc, and the family cashed out in a big way when their ownership was bought by and merged with what is now Cigna, one of the biggest US healthcare insurers, and my nuclear family specifically got screwed by the American health insurance industry, but anyway, we were the people selected for that karmic comeuppance so if you want to feel schadenfreude at my expense, I'll allow it without begrudging the sentiment, my family might have fucked up your family’s life too, not just their own.

I got up twice a night to feed my brother because my dad had to sleep unmolested in my room to get to work and my mom was too weak to carry my brother or even hold him against her while she nursed so I had to hold him up to her. Adjusting to living in a city and hearing lots of random noises all the time was not easy when I'd had mom sound instincts from age 9.

I learned to drive the fall my youngest bro was born because my mom couldn't and I had to get my middle brother to preschool and go the grocery store on my own. While I hold absolutely no ill will towards my father or grandfather for this and given that about 1/3 of my paternal family either has an autism diagnosis or should, I fully feel the struggles they both went through to be communicated with, my father wouldn't ask for help, and my grandmother that lived 20 minutes away couldn't give enough help because my grandfather refused to do a single dish on his own as that was outside their "marriage contract" type agreement and she couldn't ever stay with us overnight when there wasn't a clearly-communicated need, so they let the burden fall on a 9 - 11 year old child and that really shaped a lot of my life in both good and bad ways. My youngest brother is 22, and we have only just climbed out of the medical debt his birth left us with between my dad's life insurance and my oldest brother and I paying for the extra cost of out-of-state college tuition.

The irony of all of this is that because my father died before his father, when my grandmother dies, my siblings and I will all inherit enough money (as a non-blood relative my mom, despite keeping her vows to part at death and not having remarried in eight years, is cut out entirely) to make this a non-issue, but my grandfather couldn't conscience spotting his unluckiest child some money in the end of days to pay for my youngest two brothers' education and take that worry off my father as he was dying. The day before he died I had to hold him down in bed to keep him from trying to climb in his truck to go to work because he was so anxious about trying to provide for us in spite of his father having fuck you money, because his father didn't think it was fair to the other siblings (who, at the time, still owned a major hedge fund and were married to a C-level executive of a huge conglomerate). A day and a half later I went back to my job because at the time I was then the sole provider for the family and didn't want to risk asking for the standard week's bereavement leave when I knew I was capable of showing up at work the next day and was fresh out of college so hadn't built up a reputation yet.

My father worked the day each of us was born, so I suppose it is only fair and he smiled at the choice. In spite of what it may seem, I gave a baller and very heartfelt speech at his funeral to all his rich friends that over and above everything, he'd taught us how to be happy with our own lives no matter what, and multiple of them emailed my mom in the aftermath to say they'd reassessed their relationship with their children in light of it, although...tbh I kind of doubt that lasted and they probably changed nothing 😅. The last good talk I had with him, two weeks before he died [his liver was going and it sent toxins to his brain that de-personed him after that and he no longer recognized me as his daughter, but as his sister], I reassured him that though we would all be sad he'd gone, we'd live on just fine without him because that's how he'd raised us, and according to my mom that was what gave him the final bit of peace he needed. Although honestly, I don't think I will ever see the strength in another human again that it took my grandmother to sit next to him and stroke his hand and tell him to close his eyes and imagine he was happy on a beach and die, for God's sake, because he was unaware and in pain and just prolonging it for our sake by then.

That type of obsession my grandfather had with assessing his children and grandchildren on the basis of economic productivity and a very black and white idea of "fair" is one you don't easily forget, I promise you. My hedge fund uncle is currently positioning himself to screw us out of our inheritance because of janky writing in the will and I'm doing my fuck all best to gain the wherewithal to go toe-to-toe with this cold motherfucker in court as the oldest and representative member of my happily much nicer and softer younger brothers who I want to remain that way not because I even care that much about the money, I know what bills affect your credit first and what you can put off paying and all of us have good enough career prospects to do our own thing, but just because I want to give the middle finger to a man that was a multi-millionaire and drew lines on his milk and orange juice bottles when I came over so he knew if I drank what my parents couldn't afford when I was approximately six. Anyway, ask me why I support major reforms in wealth taxation. I don't care who it goes to, just not that guy, you feel?

Having expendable income was very exciting for a bit after I started working but once I got to the hateable point of assessing my annual bonus and internally complaining that I'd spent the money I should have spent on a Sauternes cellar to drop five digits on bedset materials (to be fair they are drop dead gorgeous, very comfy and the factory pays a living wage for people to handmake the sheets/duvets/pillows to people in San Francisco, which is not cheap, so maybe I did more good than harm with that), I two seconds later nodded to myself and went "the government needs to confiscate more money from me". The narrative is always that the "undeserving" will use it for dumb things they don't need like iPhones or refrigerators...?...but like...I could also have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought a very nice sheet/comforter set for at most a tenth of what I paid so am I really spending it responsibly either....?....who is going to get more joy out of this misspent money....?....not me, that is for sure, I probably would have had more fun going to BBB and laying on all the demo beds and buying something there.

My lifelong dream, which may become possible if/when I do have something of an inheritance, is to provide food security for one of the many towns in the US were most residents don't have it. It's the thing I remember the most distinctly over the years. I never could quite believe it when I got to the point that I could just...pay to eat at a restaurant. One of the most disappointed my mother has ever been in me is when I was twenty five and confessed I actually had no idea how much a gallon of milk cost in a city grocery store besides that it was probably between $1 and $5, because I didn't have to know. For now I make a weekly drop off of my excess produce to a mom group I met under somewhat weird circumstances but I was walking through the cut-through that went through the low-income housing back to my apartment at like 2 AM on a Saturday and these moms were out there partying and smoking weed with their kids all strapped in strollers around or the older ones watched by a rotating member of the group and I felt very safe and like these moms had a very good vibe of both living their own lives [seriously for mental health parents but in most cases specifically mothers need to be able to keep up relationships with people their age] but keeping their children safe and accounted for while doing so and trying their fuckin' best against all the odds to figure out how to make that happen when life had dealt them a shit hand.

...anyway, looping way back to the original question of what finishing school is, when I was almost done with middle school my dad had built a legit construction business that then very quickly took off because we lived in a commutable zip code to the now-rich-in-their-own-right people he went to high school with who trusted him to redo their homes. We eventually moved to that zip code but I stayed and commuted back to my old high school. But, i was a pretty wild kid which my father appreciated for a long while because I would follow him around on jobs and enjoy doing physical labor, but once I was mid-puberty and also he had to maybe show me to his high school friends that did not fly.

I snapped - not broke, snapped - my left thumb and my parents had to trap me like a wild animal to get me to go the hospital. Then I got a deep cut that partially injured a tendon in my leg and at eleven I tried to beat the shit out of my dad to prevent him from picking me up to strap me in the car and go to the hopsital. Next I got a deep splinter due to my eternal-barefoot tendencies and it wouldn't come out so got infected and I refused to go to the doctor [another weird back story but I was minorly sexually assaulted [[to be clear, not raped or anything big traumatic]] when I was eight and had to stay in hospital for a week and my parents couldn't be with me all the time so I have a permanent heebie-jeebie about going to the hospital, not true anxiety, I will go if I know I need to and I don't breathe heavy or anything, and I'm actually not permanently weirded out by sex or anything, just doctors in hospitals specifically I kind of unconsciously try to justify not needing to the extent I can rationalize it] and my dad was tired of my antics so he was like "fine if you don't go I will slice your foot in half with a Swiss Army knife to get it out" and I called his bluff and laid down on the floor, stuck my foot on his lap, and he didn't really know what to do when a barely fourteen year old girl called his bluff so my brothers watched in fascinated but horrified awe as I got my foot sliced open spectacularly so that the infection/splinter could come out and I didn't even make a sound out of spite despite it being quite painful to my recollection almost twenty years later.

They saw me cry from pain exactly one time when while trying to break up a fight between all three of them (it was over ice cream) I got pushed and my ankle got dislocated and what actually made me cry was snapping it back in place and they realized it was not a joke. These dumb assholes that I love have ragged on me for "skipping" chores the day after I was in the hospital because the day before that I had to spend 18 hours running Thanksgiving as a good sub-hostess like I didn't have a serious infection that needed treating and couldn't rest because none of them were up to any task beyond peeling potatoes.

After the Swiss Army knife incident, my dad's discussion of sending me to finishing school became real, which I knew when my mom made me take a walk with her and talked about it. Finishing school is like...etiquette school....? In ye olden day when finishing high school was not the norm for anyone, wealthy men finished high school and wealthy women often went to "finishing" school to have a combined education on being a proper lady but also being able to hold a decent conversation with your presumably-educated husband, so it wasn't entirely etiquette non-academic. It was more just like "what a rich man wants in a wife" school, which was sort of household management and knowing enough about cleaning/cooking to correct the staff if they fucked up, how to be a polite hostess, and how to not entirely bore him when you were alone together and had done your five minutes of sex or whatever so actually had to have a conversation. In modern times it has obviously expanded to be less bleak.

I said miss me with that, I can be a girl on my own, so I went full throttle into the girliest sport they offer in high school and ever since have gained the inestimable advantage of knowing how to also use femininity to my advantage, which I am very grateful to my parents for making me learn. It would be great if we lived in a world where that didn't count, but it did/still does, and they really set me up to operate in all the worlds.

It is weird for me to tell the story to Internet strangers because it's one of those things that makes your parents sound terrible and abusive in the general tone of the Internet nowadays, and while I support gender nonconforming children I don't remember my childhood or parents that way. But, I feel like the bits and pieces of my life I've given don't always make a ton of sense together without the context, so here it is, and in the end, I think a number of parts of it are areas where you can probably understand where it makes me have the opinions I do when I write.

Anyhoo, this makes my life sound far worse than it is, I actually have a great life and I am not unhappy with it at all and feel I was on the whole blessed with many more turns of luck than unluck, so, please, do not take this as a depressed artist rant, it is more like a rant of a very energetic person who rants about a lot of things all the time and didn’t need to come out but just did because the question was asked and the time was right with my life being in a bit of flux to think about how I got where I am and where I want to go and why.

Always remember no matter what problems it seems like I have, if I didn’t solve them on my 2 year round the world traveling hiatus I took from working, it’s my own fault, I definitely had the time and money to solve them and just chose not to.

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