#(WHO PEED IN YOUR CEREAL-

[ladyshinga]

I love the phrase "who pissed in your cheerios this morning" that you say to some one who's in a bad mood because buddy I PROMISE you if some one had peed in my breakfast cereal it would have been the first thing I told you

[blackreaderfics]

Tell Me How You Really Feel | Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

↳ Pairing : Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

↳ Rating :  T

↳ Summary : You're a new Titan and the stern and serious team leader Dick Grayson treats you like you don’t exist. Convinced that he hates you, you confront him about what his issue with you truly is.

↳ W.C : ~2.1K

↳ Tags: fluff, misunderstandings, aggressively shy boy dick, mild language, this is Titans DC!verse y'all, dickkory hasn't happened yet, there’s some mild Jason Todd x Reader in here if you squint.

Titans Tower had never been more festive. Gold foil streamers hung along the rafters, Gar’s disco lights spun across the dimly lit common room, and Jason’s playlist boomed on their surround sound speakers. Everyone had now abandoned the living room and gathered in the kitchen, party hats and all, but you lingered behind scrolling through your phone.

As much as being a Titan was hard work, they always made sure to take time to celebrate holidays and birthdays. And after officially becoming a Titan, you were thankful to have friends who actually cared about you, a team who had your back. 

You smiled at the camera roll full of pictures you had snapped with the team: one with a big bear hug from Dawn, another of you happily sandwiched in between Conner and Gar, a selfie with Jason, and one of Rachel, Kory, and you making silly faces. When you flipped to a shot of you and the man of the hour, Dick Grayson, you paused with a frown. 

Hank had ushered you and Dick together for a picture, but you knew he was just trying to get you two to get along. It was no secret that everyone could notice the weird tension the team leader had with their new recruit, but Hank was probably the only one bold enough to voice it out loud.

“How about one with birthday boy, new kid?” Hank snatched your phone from your hands and dragged Dick over by the arm. He hadn’t so much as looked your direction the whole day; in fact, it was like you didn’t even exist to him. You got used to it over time, but it was even worse when others pointed it out. 

“Get closer together,” The brawny man insisted from behind the camera but neither of you moved. Hank lowered the phone and gave you a desperately pointed look. You took a small step closer to Dick and you could feel him tense up. 

“Dick who fucking peed in your cereal today? It’s your birthday act like it.” You glanced up at the man everyone referred to as leader next to you briefly. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but next to you. 

“Smile,” Hank said, which was rather ironic since it seemed he was the only one smiling.

You felt mortified seeing the picture now juxtaposed with the scene in the kitchen in front of you. In the picture, Dick looked uncomfortable—angry even—that he had to even stand next to you let alone take a picture with you. But in the kitchen, however, he stood in front of a birthday cake ready to blow out the candles, smiling at everybody but you. 

Jason, who had come to the living room to pause his playlist, raised an eyebrow at you. “You coming for the cake or you just gonna stare into space all day?” 

You nodded, breaking yourself out of your thoughts. He gave you a weird look, begging an answer but a short “Sorry,” was all you could give him before following the teen into the kitchen. 

Kory latched onto your arm, giving it a squeeze when you joined their circle around the table. “Dick was just singing our praises, you almost missed it.”

“Yea, he was getting all sappy on us,” Gar piped up to tease. “‘Gar, you’re like a brother to me,’” he quoted dramatically before pretending to gag. 

You cracked a smile at the green-haired boy. He always knew how to make everyone laugh. When your eyes flashed over to your team leader, you saw that he was smiling too. You envied that smile that he gave so easily to others. When your eyes met briefly, he looked away almost immediately and that smile turned into something like a grimace.

You frowned and looked away too. One look at you had stolen every bit of joy away from him in that split second. More than being sad, you were embarrassed. It was like he didn’t even think you deserved to be looked at, like you didn’t deserve your place as a Titan.

Jason looked from you to Dick and scratched his head in frustrated confusion. Rachel broke the silence by clearing her throat. “Anyway, how about some cake—”

“No wait, Rach I’m really curious.” Jason finally spoke up. “He still needs to tell us what he thinks about us. All of us.”

Jason stared at the elder Wayne brother with an intensity that rivaled their previous spats. If there was one thing Jason hated, it was authority and unfairness. And to Jason, Dick’s ignoring you was an extremely biased assertion of his role as leader.

“Here we go,” Rachel said rolling her eyes. “Can’t we ever have one birthday party without arguing?”

“No actually, the kid’s right!” Hank raised his voice, gesticulating towards you as if you weren’t even in the room. “Hey, what the hell’s your problem with her?”

Dawn put her head in her hands with a groan. “I can’t believe we’re doing this right now.”

Dick’s eyes were now boring into yours, jaw set with a clench. You stared back, eyes threatening to spill tears at all the unwanted attention now turning towards you in the room. He redirected his attention back to Jason.

“If you must know, Jason. I think you’re a huge pain in the ass.” Dick smirked, bringing back some levity into the room. You could feel the tension in the room relax and everyone seemed relieved for it.

“Ok, we knew that,” Jason continued exasperatedly, “And?” He motioned for the elder to continue, nodding his head toward you rather unsubtly.

“A-And—” He faltered in his speech, flickering his gaze at you. “She’s—” He blinked in surprise when your gazes met and quickly looked down, unwilling to continue.

That was enough for you. You didn’t want to stick around anymore. Not when you could feel tears already escaping down your cheek. You tore away from the table, wiping the wetness from your face furiously. 

“Y/N!” Jason called after you only to be held back by Gar. 

You slammed the door and locked it behind you, throwing yourself on the bed. Now you knew what your team leader really thought of you, and it was absolutely nothing, nothing at all. You didn’t mean anything to him. You weren’t a friend and even much less a teammate. What was the point of being part of a team, if the team leader hated your existence? What was the point of all that training if he never even let you do anything? You were excluded from most missions and left to stay behind because it was “too dangerous”. At this point, you were about as important to him as a plastic bag.

A knock came at the door. You curled into your pillow even more. It was probably Dick being forced to apologize to you. 

He knocked again and you felt the anger in your chest rising. You suddenly had the urge to tell him off. Fuck the fact that he was technically your superior. You had so much patience due to your poor upbringing that you had let his mistreatment slide. You thought that was just how things were as part of a team and you just had to deal with it. But now that even the team was calling him out on it, you couldn’t ignore it any further. 

You opened the door to find Dick standing outside, arm still outstretched in mid-knock. He blinked back his surprise and settled back into the neutral “leader-like” expression you hated so much. 

“We need to talk. Can I come in?” He waited for you to respond. Upon seeing your angry glare, he took a short inhale. “Please Y/N.”

Your heart stuttered against your will. It had been the first time he’d addressed you by name and there was something else stirring in his eyes. His face wore a vulnerability you’d never seen on him before. You stepped aside warily, letting him in.

When the door closed behind you, you spun around wildly to face him. 

“What the fuck is your problem with me, Grayson? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you—” You hated the fact that you were tearing up again.

“I don’t hate you.” He cut in lamely. When your eyes met, he held your gaze briefly breaking to looking off to the side again. 

“See? What the fuck? You can barely even look at me. Hank had to force you to even stand next to me. How the hell am I supposed to be a part of this team if the leader can’t even pretend to like me? Just admit you can’t fucking stand me.” You continued airing your grievances out at him, growing more agitated at the man’s silence. “Fucking say something!”

“I don’t hate you,” He said again, jaw set sternly. He took a step forward, and you took a step back. “I don’t want to look at you.” Another step. Another step back.

“W-what?” Your back was at the door, and he was now standing—towering— over you.

“I don’t want to stand next to you.”

“I…don’t understand.” You furrowed your brow in confusion, searching his eyes for the meaning behind his words. His professional poise had disappeared and was replaced with something else—something darker. Nothing made sense anymore; He said he didn't want to stand next to you, but you were now practically breathing the same air. 

“And you’re right. I can’t fucking stand you.”

You flinched at his words. Admittedly, you had been cursing at him the whole time since he’d entered your room, but he rarely cursed, and hearing him repeat your words back at you gave you pause. 

You tried to move but he kept you caged in on either side of his arms. You had enough; you heard enough, and now you just wanted him gone. Once he was out of your room, you could resign yourself to ignoring each other for the rest of your time on the team. Fuck him.

“Thanks. I got it the first time so just let me go.” You were hurt, and whenever you tried to mask your feelings, sarcasm came out as a defense mechanism. When he didn’t budge to let you move, you pushed against his chest. “Let me go, Grayson,” you applied more pressure to his chest as a warning. You wouldn’t hesitate to use your powers to make him move.

Dick leaned back, allowing for more space between you. You caught your breath, relishing the newfound breathing space. Instead of letting you go fully, he circled your right wrist keeping it at his chest. You felt his heartbeat erratically pulsing under your palm. 

“I can’t be near you. I…I can’t even hear myself think.” He spoke a little quieter now,  splaying his fingers flat against your hand deepening the pressure on his chest. His heart was beating faster now. “That’s all I can fucking hear.” Seeing that you got the point he was referring to his heartbeat, he released your hand. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed thickly. His face looked flushed.  

 “I can barely look at you because then…you’d probably notice.” He mumbled the last part but you heard him quite clearly. He looked more boyish than ever as he stood before you.

“I’d probably notice…?” You trailed off, hoping he would continue. You were curious mostly not as to what he would say, but how he would say it.

“Don’t make me say it, Y/N” Dick grimaced again. You had come to know this look as disdain, but with the man’s revelation, you were beginning to see that expression in a new light. He looked more embarrassed than anything, and now the tips of his ears began to burn a bright red. Holy Shit. This is what Dick Grayson was like when he had a crush. 

“I can’t pretend to like you because…I already like you. Like a lot. I can’t stop thinking about you-mmph“

You pulled him down by the collar and into a kiss. His initial surprise from your sudden interruption melted into passion as he deepened it, hungrily grasping at your waist to pull you closer to him.

You stopped kissing him for a moment to stare seriously up at him. “What about for missions? You never let me come.” You were beginning to put 2 and 2 together for all the other stuff like the times he would make that weird face at you, or avoid you completely. But you still couldn’t see why, as an active member he wouldn’t let you participate in missions.

“You,” He said simply. He was looking at you fondly now, eyelids languid and lazy as his thumbs rubbed circles into your waist. 

“What about me?” 

“You’re distracting.” His gaze flitted to your lips, “To me specifically.” He added, looking at you with such an innocent honesty that you could only partly contain your laugh.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” You groaned feigning annoyance. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“Tell me how you really feel.” He grinned dumbly into your lips as you pulled him down into another kiss. 

©️ blackreaderfics // credit to cafekitsune for the dividers

[changingplumbob]

Kerry: What would I want your food for

Rohan: Because you’re always hungry

Kerry: Shut up Rohan

Byron: Look, I don’t know what kind of power you think you have but you’re going to leave me and Will alone

Will: Yep. Love being alone

Byron: So you can either be nice to us, or keep your queries and opinions to yourself

Kerry: Who peed in your cereal?

Byron: Leave us alone, got it

[selfshipgushing]

Why would you allow people to submit asks gushing about their f/o if you’re just going to be like lol idk who that is or say something completely irrelevant. Can you at least pretend to care

someone peed in your cereal this morning! you know, I have run this blog for three and a half, almost four months, and you are the only person who has ever whined that I didn't give a creative enough response to their asks/say something unrelated. however, I have had many people praise the fact that I respond to asks, unrelated or not.

why are you complaining to a positivity account? go make your own gush box, since you're so inclined! I've made almost 2,000 posts already and no one has ever bitched about this. perhaps you're just being dramatic? this is such a childish thing to complain about LMAOOO

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Once again cannot choose between angel Neil and mer au so dealers choice :)

WIP Wednesday (5/29) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 193)

What if he imagined it all? 

Andrew swallows hard and shakes his head. No, no, no. Not again. He will not talk himself out of believing in Neil just because of some stupid fucking candy. He grabs the Skittles and slips them into his own pocket, then goes back inside and shoves the bucket into Nicky’s arms.

“Jeezus, who peed in your cereal?” Nicky asks, but Andrew pays him no mind as he heads back up to his bedroom. He has no idea what to think now. He knows Neil exists. Deep down, he knows it. But… Last night was the first time Neil’s ever come here. 

What does that mean? Does it mean anything? Andrew drops onto the edge of his bed and he can practically feel it when his thoughts turn into a spiral. Everything in his head starts moving too fast and he can't keep up.

Neil's never come here before. But that doesn't mean he's not real. Maybe he just didn't want the candy and left it behind. Yeah, yeah. Neil's said before he doesn't know if he can eat... But-

What Andrew imagined dropping the candy into Neil’s hand, only for it to fall into an empty chair? Andrew pulls out the Skittles and looks at them. There’s no indication they were ever touched by an angel. Not that Andrew would expect Neil to leave some sort of sparkly residue on things or something. He just needs something—

He considers calling Neil’s name now, beckoning him to appear. But he’s not entirely sure he can act normal right now. And Neil said he'd leave if Andrew-

Andrew glares at the candy in his hand. Who’d have thought something so small could freak him out so much?

It’s not the first time though. Andrew flicks his gaze to the orange bottle on his nightstand and swipes a hand through his messy hair. He wishes he could flush that poison down the toilet. But he knows if he tried it, he’d be clawing his own skin off in a couple hours.

“Neil is real. You know that he’s real.” Andrew whispers. He repeats it a couple times, then lets out a breath and tears open the Skittles, pouring them all into his mouth and chewing up the only evidence he’s got against his angel.

[kyukicho]

@whorunthewcrld replied: emma vc: "were you ever?"

"Who peed in your cereal this morning?"

[momodoesposts]

shark week, a hendery fanfic

Hendery x reader

Afab reader

Word count: 1,620

Tw: period cramps, mention of pain,curse words, hendery is a jack ass, sexual jokes, mention of oral (nothing happens), ten is a cockblock, kun is embarrassed

You groan in pain at what feels like a knife twisting in your stomach. Every month you underestimate how badly cramps hurt and regret not going to the doctor's office for prescribed medicine because you're curled up on the bed, groaning and shivering in agony. You grip the plushie that your boyfriend got you, cursing yourself for letting the pain get to you.

Suddenly the door bursts open, an excitable Hendery bursting in. You squint at him, confused at the sudden intrusion. 

As soon as he catches your eyes, he jumps on the bed and wraps his arms around you, tickling your sides. "Pookie! I missed you-!" there he goes again, using that god-awful nickname again.

You push your boyfriend off of you, glaring daggers at him. Hendery holds his hands up defensively. "Woah, who peed in your cereal?" he teases, poking at your sides again. 

"Babe, I'm just in a lot of pain, okay? So, please, for the love of god, stop-!" you shove his hands off you, resulting in him pouting at you.

"Just take an Advil or something? I want to put plastic wrap in front of Xiaojun's door; come on!" he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, and you smack his hands.

"Leave me alone, please!" you retreat under the blankets, groaning in pain. 

He quirks an eyebrow, leaning over you and hovering his face a few inches from yours with wide eyes. "Babbyyy, what's wrong? Just tell meee."

You sigh, turning away from him. "I'm on my period."

His mouth forms an 'o' shape as he drapes his arm over your body and lays behind you, effectively spooning you. "I see…" he mumbles. "So… you're in pain."

"No shit dumbass."

He sighs. "When did you get it?"

"Today, the first day is always the worst."

"Ah, when did you get it for the first time?"

"I was eleven or twelve, why?" you question.

"Just wondering."

So you stayed there with your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you, his presence helping you cope. You were drifting off when he suddenly gasped.

"Y/N…." he whispered, turning you around to face him. He held your shoulders and stared at you with wide eyes.

"Baby? What's wrong?" you felt worried seeing his face like this.

He took a few deep breaths. 

"I-I'm 23…" he whispered.

“Yeah..?" you countered, even more, confused now.

"Babe. I'm late."

"…for what?"

"I'm twelve years late! I was supposed to get my period twelve years ago! Do you know what this means?!"

You opened your mouth to scold him, but he clasped his hand over your mouth.

“Babe, we're pregnant!" he said, eyes sparkling. "I can't wait for us to raise our first child," he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye as he puts your hand on his stomach.

"Do you feel it kicking?"

You shoved his hand off of your mouth. "You dumb ass!" you throw the plushie at him, pulling him off the bed while he yelps.

"Babe- wait-I'm sorry it was a joke-!"

You slam the door on him, locking it behind his figure. Then, with a deep sigh, you return to your bed, curling up in a ball. You lay your head down to close your eyes and go to sleep when you hear your phone buzz. 

dumbass <3

-Babbyyyyy immm sorrrryyy let me innnn

-I miss u

-pls

-I was just so excited abt our baby

- TT

You scoff at his messages and watch as more come flooding in.

dumbass <3

-u r making me sad

-come on pookie

-don't make daddy angy

-grrrr

"WONG KUN-HANG, DO NOT MAKE ME BLOCK YOUR NUMBER!" you scream at him through the door, sighing.

You lay on your back and stare at the ceiling. He could be such a pain, but you loved him. Even though he was such a stupid, stupid guy who took every opportunity to get on your nerves.

You hear a scraping at the door and over as a note slides through the bottom. In scribbled handwriting, it says, "I am sorry, really. Please let me in.", complete with an awful drawing of what you can only assume is him crying.

With a groan, you get up and open the door, staring at your boyfriend with a blank face. 

He smiles wide and barges in, arms full of what he will refer to as "supplies."

"Okay baby, just lay down and nurse Hendery will take care of you!"

"You could have been a doctor, and yet you chose to be a nurse," you question, returning to bed and staring at him.

He presses a heating pack to your belly, making sure to be gentle with you. 

"Don't underestimate the nurses of this world, Y/N, they're angels on earth and here you are disrespecting them." he wiped a piece of hair out of your face.

"Listen, listen, my sisters taught me how to care for a girl when she's enduring shark week. So I'm basically an expert." he uses his fingers to gently turn your chin to face him as he sits in bed next to you.

"You do realize I kicked you out just a few minutes ago, right?"

"Shhh," he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, but before you could reciprocate, he pressed a piece of chocolate against your lips, making you furrow your brows before biting.

"Good girl!" he teased, snuggling into your side, taking the remote, and turning on your favorite movie. 

You didn't mind this; you were feeling better thanks to the heating pad and his snuggles. Not that you would admit it. 

"I heard that getting head relieves period cramps," he suddenly said, chin high in the air as though he was proud to know this fact.

You just stared ahead in shock, not at all expecting that.

"Come on baby, let's try it!" he began quickly kissing your jawline, trailing up and nibbling at your ear. 

You shuddered in response, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he trailed kisses down your neck, gently moving the blanket off your legs.

"Hendery, stop… the others are home, don't…." you whisper.

"What was that baby? Are you afraid I'll make you feel too good?" he said, smirking as he lowered his head between your legs, pulling at the hem of your shorts.

Though your body said yes, your mind knew the other members were home. Yet, there he was, smiling up at you.

The door creaking open made you both turn your heads toward the sound. There stood Ten, holding Louis. You can vaguely see what looks like a mortified Kun behind him, but he quickly retreats after seeing the two of you in such a lewd position.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" he asked calmly, looking between you two.

"Ye-"

"No, not at all." you gently push Hendery's head away with your knee.

"What's up?", you asked.

Ten walks in and sits down next to you, showing off the cat he is so proud of. "Look, I got him a hat!" he says, grinning as he cuddles into your side, Louis retreating into your lap. 

"Ooh, we're watching a movie?" Ten asks, somehow making himself even more comfortable.

"No, my girlfriend and I are watching a movie."

Ten stares at the TV, "Right, and now your girlfriend, you and I are watching a movie.", he restates with a cheeky grin.

Hendery takes up his spot on your other side, petting Louis with a permanent frown. You should be leaning on him, not Ten; he's your boyfriend, him, Hendery! 

You hear another meow and see Leon opening the door, jumping up and curling up in your frustrated boyfriend's lap as Ten coos at sight. 

"This is not the kind of pussy I wanted.", Hendery groans, leaning his head back.

You and Ten shares a look before laughing at his frustration. You kiss his cheek, which he quickly redirects to his lips. The two of you spend a moment with your mouths moving against each other before Ten tells you two to get a room.

"We tried to!", Hendery says, swatting at the older boy.

BONUS

After a few hours, the two boys had fallen asleep, and you left the room to get a glass of water. You see the other members on the couch, playing a console game you didn't care to check on. As you remove the cup from the cabinet, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

You turn to see Kun, whose ears have turned bright red. 

"Hey!" you greet him.

He shifts awkwardly. "Listen, um, I saw you and Hendery earlier and… I just want to like make sure you know that you guys are staying safe and using protection."

You turn bright red and are rendered speechless.

"Especially if Ten is going to be joining you—"

You hear a gasp and watch Yangyang enter your room, finding the two sleeping boys. 

Next thing you know, Hendery runs into the kitchen, half asleep but ready to fight, as he holds his fists up to Kun. 

"Are you after my girl, Qian, huh?! Are you?!" he says, circling him and jumping around like a madman. "You pervert! Talking to my girlfriend about sex!"

Kun holds his hands up, looking at you for help. Meanwhile, Xiaojun and Winwin stare at the scene in shock as Ten takes a video of the scene in front of him, and Yangyang cackles.

You pull your boyfriend away, smacking him gently. 

That video would end up in the hands of Johnny, who would send it to Mark, and the next thing you knew, Sungchan was texting you asking why Hendery was so mad.

God, those boys were nosy gossips.

[ringing-ringle]

I like the expression "who peed in your cereal" because it implies cereal and pee

[shinydixon]

Jesus anon who peed in your cereal?

Help 💀

[darcyxanthonyx]

"WHOA! Aggressive much, Travis? Who peed in your cereal this morning?" Darcy let out a little huff. While Darcy used to basically be the leader of their little group of friends, she was very much babied now, so sometimes it was almost shocking to have someone like Travis tease her like that. "Ew! I think I would honestly rather lick the dirty floor of a cinema than ever want to be with you like that." But Darcy could at least (sort of) come back at him.

"Five? Five reasons? What are you going to do with a goose teapot?!"

"Shut up, Darcy. You know you've always had a thing for me." Travis teased her back. He only felt uncomfortable being this sort of playful in front of his high school friends — despite the incident that tied them all together. "I'm sorry, who's Evie?" He mocked. "I don't think you've ever mentioned her before." Her girlfriend was someone that Travis considered worthy of approval, and he didn't mind reminding Darcy how lucky she was every now and then. Although, teasing her was more fun.

Focusing his attention back to the teapot, he folded his arms and straightened his back out. "Why should you get here?" She already had the teapot in her hand and he was well aware of that, but he'd rather kick up as fuss nonetheless — even though ultimately she would in fact be leaving here with it. He wasn't a total asshole, contrary to belief.

"Give me one — no five, good reasons why you should have it over me."

[snnbnny]

Hey there. Sad anon again.

I got into a fight with my boyfriend recently, he keeps saying im needy. Could you cheer me up with some fluff of Bakugo and maybe Kirishima cheering up their she/her s/o after a bad day? Thank you

note 4 anon: oh love, I'm so sorry- of course i'll cheer you up the best I can!! I don't know the situation so I can't offer advice but I can say I doubt you are to needy and he's being a jerk!!

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima Cheering up their S/O after they had a bad day!!

Characters: K.Bakugou x Fem! reader x E. Kirishima

C/W: poly! kiribaku x reader, hurt/comfort, prohero Kiri and Baku, pet names (angel, babe, princess, baby), soft baku.

Tagging: @kiribakuswife @todorollz

『••✎Now loading,,, a little chicken soup for the hurting,,,, ✎••』

It was just one of those fucking days, everything- and you mean everything- was going haywire. It had started as soon as your boyfriend left for hero-work, the door had only just slammed shut with Katsuki's normal aggressive flare when you had violently stubbed your toe on the butcherblock.

The was only the beginning.

One of your newer acrylic nails broke off, one of your normally well behaved pets had peed on the floor, one of your coworkers had cussed you out over text for taking the day off which forced them take over your shift due to being the only one available, you had accidently consumed some soured milk in your cereal which you had decided to be your lunch, your phone charger wasn't working properly, you could go on and on about the relatively small things that caused you to believe the world was against you.

By the time your boyfriends would normally come home you were unraveling on the couch, holding a squishmellow and listening to MCR while waiting expectantly for them to come home- you needed the comfort that their very presence provided for you. In fact it's over an hour past their usual arrival time and there wasn't even a text message saying they were on their way home.

You were stressed out as it is, which caused your mind to go on over time. With the way your day was going, you were worried something utterly terrible had happened. You couldn't bring yourself to actually text them or their colleagues or check the news- instead you sat their for another hour brewing in your own thoughts and already prepared grief.

By the time the rather large apartments front door creaked open, you were so lost within yourself and your music that you didn't even hear it.

...

The two buff heros were beat and worn, covered in dirt and superficial wounds. They trudged threw the door and threw some of their gear and other items around the entry way, uncaring of causing a mess or anything at the moment. The mountainous red head in the rather revealing hero costume nearly toppled over his blonde partner who was covered in more black soot then he was.

"Angel, we're home!" Eijirou called out softly, not wishing to wake you up if you had called it an early night. The thing about hero work is that even though they only work like 4 days a week but those shifts are long and grueling so even if they arrived home on time they normally would, it would still be 10 at night. So it was now midnight, and you (they had thought) had been at work all day so it would only be natural for you to be sleepy enough to go to bed by now.

They both looked at each other when the call got no response, they shrugged it off as reasons stated above, Bakugou couldn't help but vocalize his complaint, "I was looking forward to seeing their little fuckin' face." His speech was slightly slurred with exhaustion. The tanned red riot nodded in agreement as he kicked off his boots and began going further into his home with the aim of checking on his girlfriend- something felt off inside of the man, he was worried about her despite not having a particular reason for it. Katsuki was close behind him, sharing that unnerving feeling in his bones.

They didn't get that far in before they heard it, heard you body shaking sobs echoing threw the halls originating from the living room. They all but ran to the room, fear spiking surging their body with enough adrenaline to get them back to full operational capacity dulling the ache in their muscles.

They couldn't see you over the back of the couch, so they didn't stop behind it- instead Bakugo sped past his boyfriend and jumped over the couch like it was a hurdle. The blonde landed in front of you, it was finally enough to jostle you back to reality, looking up to be met by piercing crimson eyes full of concern.

You scrambled into his arms and cried louder, babbling out their names in the process. Your movements dislodged your earbuds and sent the purple squishmellow flying along the L shaped couch. Katsuki was a little stunned but was quick to wrap his thick arms around you and hold you so tight that if your bones could scream they would.

Eijiro towered over the plush piece of furniture and watched the ordeal, unsure of anything except for his love for the two sat a top the cushions. Instead of jumping over the back, he made his way around the arm and gently sat behind you. He took the opportunity to gently rub your back.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Kirishima coo'd, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while sharing a look with his other partner whose neck you hid in.

"We're sorry we are so late babe," Bakogu soothed. "There was a small villain attack down town, but everyone is ok-" he felt your grip grow tighter with one arm while your other hand gripped one of the faux red heads. When you finally pulled out of the crook of your blonde lovers neck he pushed his rather greasy forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes in search of any hint of what happened to upset you so badly.

"I-I was so scared," you sobbed, your death grip on the two tightening some how. "Today's been so terrible, I was scared that my bad luck was an omen- When you guys didn't come home-"

You were going to hyperventilating, Kiri noticed that right away and pulled you back into his chest, Katsuki let you fall back into the red headed lover and draped your legs on top of his. Baku rubbed soothing patterns into your thighs over the fabric of your leggings. Kirishima was an unreasonably strong man, which translated physically to having a strong broad chest with the hint of plushness due to his quirk and age.

"Princess, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" You nodded frantically at the tanned man behind you's instructions. Your gasps and exhales audible enough to soothe the men as they listened to you calm. "That's it, angel. We got you, everything is ok now. Alright? We're all ok."

Katsuki kept your eyes on him using his own, they weren't as piercing as normal but instead they were warm and buttery- full of love. It took a moment for you to pull away from that gaze to look at you other partner who, turns out, held the same expression as the blonde. You freed your hand for Eiji's to touch his face, dragging across his jaw feeling the 5'o clock shadow and a couple familiar scars coupled with a newer cut. You learned up and kissed the fresh wound gently. He contorted his head in order to peck a couple kisses on the corner of your mouth as soft as the gentle giant could which made you giggle.

"There's my baby," Kirishima whispered lovingly before kissing your lips slowly, with a warm and tender passion as if he pulled away he would burst into flames but if he was to intense or rough that you would shattered like a vase against a wall. You felt Bakugou get up while you preoccupied, shuffling came from somewhere before he returned.

"Shitty hair, let'er breathe," Kat chastised, tsk'ing as he pulled up but not out of the cherry haired man's arms. "Look at me baby... That's it, no more of this bad day shit, ok? We aren't going to let anything else bad happen."

You nodded, the blonde held a box of tissues one of which he used to dry your face. He had put your legs around him in order to sit as close as possible, his long appendages were around Kirishima's larger sturdy base. Said man used your head as a rest for his as he watched Bakugou kiss you with much more spontaneity then he had applied, teeth clashed as his tongue danced with yours. The blonde pulled back to softly kiss your shared boyfriend.

"Tell us about this bad day of yours," the blonde all but whispered, falling so his side was supported by the backrest of the couch.

"It's dumb, really. You guy probably-" You began before the Pomeranian like man growled only to be cut off by the mountain behind you.

"Baby, don't fight us. We wanna know," he coo'd, using a strong hand to pinch the flesh belonging to your hip.

"Fine, jeez, y'all don' t have to be my rocks all the time." You joked.

"Have you even looked at the cute idiot behind you for one fucking second? He is literally our rock," Katsuki snickered. You couldn't see it, but you knew Kiri's face matched his hair.

The three of you spent the night entangled with each other and venting. Your boyfriends coddled you more then usual, getting you anything and everything that you even mentioned you wished for. They made sure you knew that they were going to make everything better for you, they love you so much how could they not. You had the whole next day waiting for you, and they planned a day of pampering for you- one of which you weren't quite ready for.

But you slept in their arms filled with only ignorance and the chicken soup Bakugou made for you, "chicken soup for the hurting." He had said it was something his mother used to say.

[vidalinav]

Stu(died) Snippet

Did you think I forgot about this fic? HA. 

~

Cassian sets down the pie tin, the glass clinging on the counter tops. “I’m giving you all warning now, but I’m bringing someone to Thanksgiving.” 

“And who’s that, baby?” His mom calls. She moves through the kitchen, reaching for a cup in the cupboard. Cassian doesn’t bother waiting for her to ask for help as short as she is or watch her climb on top of the counter. He grabs one for her and his mom gives him a sleepy pat on the cheek. 

“She’s a friend,” Cassian explains. 

That’s all the information he really wants to give. But it’s the way he says it... it gives too much away. His sister coughs as she tries to swallow a big bite of cereal, and his mom whips towards him with those laser beam eyes. 

“A friend?” 

“Yes, a friend,” Cassian confirms. 

Both of them open their mouths to speak. 

Luckily, his dad saves the day, yet again. He blinks blearily at the three of them huddled in the kitchen, hair a tousled mess. He’s probably wondering why all of them are so awake this early, but Cassian doesn’t bother mentioning, it’s already close to nine. He’ll take the distraction. Any reprieve. 

They watch as he looks to Azriel, flipping through channels in the living room. He simply nods a confused good morning. 

“Daniel,” His mom beams, slapping her hand to his father’s arm. “Cassian’s bringing a friend home for Thanksgiving!” 

“Who?” 

Cassian rubs the back of his neck. A nervous habit that he supposes is better than yelling to leave him alone. “Nesta... you met her at the game.” 

“Ah,” his dad sings, nodding in recognition. “The beautiful one.” 

He wags a finger, as he huffs a laugh, reaching for the coffee pot. “My son knows how to pick ‘em.” 

Cassian scowls at that. “She’s more than beautiful. She’s...” 

Funny, grumpy, secretively soft. 

“She’s smart,” Cassian says instead. 

Ama lifts the spoon from her lips, waving it around with a mouth full of coco puffs. 

“What’s she doing with you, then?” She jests. 

“Ha. Ha.” Cassian remarks, though he can’t hold back the irritation. He’s been asking himself that same question. 

Cassian breathes deeply, looking at his family who’s so going to embarrass him. He already regrets the decision. “She’s important to me, so I’m telling you early so you can get rid of any baby pictures where I’m naked in the bath... and don’t go pointing to places where I peed on the wall when I was six.” 

His father snorts, smirking to his mom, “That’s it Franny, we’re going to have to move. Get rid of anything Cassian’s touched.” 

But his mom’s hums in judgement, glaring up at him in the way that has him straightening. “I think you forgot about that time when you were fifteen. After that party.” 

“Men are disgusting,” Ama says, her mouth pursing as if she’s tasting something sour. “Anyways... What does she look like? I doubt you’re bagging Instagram models.” 

“Cassian’s good-looking! What do you mean?” His dad gestures towards him, confused. 

“Thank you!” Cassian says, pointedly glaring at Ama. 

But his sister only waves a hand, gesturing for Cassian to cough up the goods. Even his mom looks like she wants to know, her eyes big and pleading. 

Cassian sighs, pulling out his phone to the only photo he has of Nesta. 

Just seeing her has him smiling and he tries to tamper it down, hide it in a cough. She looks bored with her chin in her palm, irritated that he won’t put the phone down and study. 

It’s his favorite photo to date, and... if he’s honest, he’s looked at it a million times. Cassian can still feel the panic of that one time he almost deletes it--a slip of his large thumb--so he won’t let them touch the screen as he holds his phone out. 

“You look with your eyes, not your hands,” he says. 

“She’s so beautiful,” Ama gasps, holding a hand to her chest dramatically. “Way too pretty for you. But can I date her?” 

“You’re 15!” 

“And?” She drawls, “Is age the only thing standing in my way? No hope for you then.” 

Cassian’s opens his mouth to respond and his mom sighs at the two of them. He watches as she takes his dad’s coffee from his hand, sipping at it while she cozies under his arm. His dad snuggles close, laying his head on hers. Perfectly content. 

Cassian wants that... with Nesta. 

So many times, he’s imagined it. Nesta and him in a great big house... or a small, cozy home. Whatever she wants. Whatever makes her happy. As long as she’s in his arms. 

But Cassian shakes away the thought. She’s not even his. He’s not hers. They’re not dating. She’s only... a friend? 

He doesn’t even know. 

Rhys distracts him from his pity, if only because he enters the kitchen with that  ruffled expression he always seems to have on his lips. His brother leans on the counter, grabbing at an apple, but not before frowning at the picture still displayed bright on the screen. 

“She’s mean,” he notes, wrinkling his nose. 

Cassian grabs the apple out his hand, before he can take even one bite. “She’s not mean, she’s grumpy.” 

“Maybe that’s what he sees in women,” Azriel calls from the living room. 

“Yeah,” Cassian says, pointing at Rhys. “Wait--no! She’s just Nesta. That’s just how Nesta is. She’s not mean. She’s... tough.” 

“Like a steak that’s well done?” Ama questions. 

Cassian thinks better on answering that. The subject of meat and Nesta should not belong in the same conversation... unless it’s steak houses and cooking... eating? 

Cassian pinches the bridge of his nose. “Can we stop talking about Nesta now?” 

His mom simply, gestures to the picture. “How long have you known her?” 

Cassian sighs. He closes his eyes, knowing exactly what they’re going to say. “Three years.” 

All of them start shouting, and he wonders if he should mention how early it is.

Only nine... 

“What and she doesn’t want to date you? Is she blind?” His dad notes, gesturing to him as if he were a piece of meat. 

“Or stupid,” Rhys mumbles. 

“She’s smart,” Azriel mocks, joining the procession. He smiles and Cassian knows he’s only teasing, but he sneers at his brother anyway, waving at the others in a how could you? 

Ama shrugs a shoulder, “Dodging a bullet then.” 

Cassian watches as Azriel and Ama fist bump at that. He’s beginning to see where she’s getting the teenage angst and come backs. 

Cassian grabs the spatula, raising it like he’s making a solemn vow. “She’s coming for Thanksgiving,” He shouts, “and I swear if any of you make her uncomfortable, I’ll...” 

Cassian sputters. His mom raises a brow, that motherly cautionary say it tone in her voice. “You’re going to what?” 

“I’m going to burn all of the food. Nothing you eat will be edible!” 

“You wouldn’t dare!” Ama shrieks. 

Azriel scoffs, insulted as he crosses his arms. “Even the rolls?”

Rhys merely rolls his eyes. “Then Nesta will see you can’t cook and will probably dump your ass right then... I like this plan.” 

Cassian lowers the spatula. He didn’t think of that one.

“What do you see in her anyways?” 

It’s a genuine question, Cassian knows. One that he feels like he has to defend on principle. 

“I shouldn’t have to explain why I like someone, Little Rhysie.” Rhys sneers at the name. “And Nesta doesn’t have to like me, let’s be clear! But you just... you don’t know her like I do. Yes, she’s grumpy and she looks as if she’s always bored, and she acts, at first, dismissive and arrogant, but she’s loving and so funny and attentive, and she has to be comfortable for you to really see the extant of who she is.” 

“So, she’s a human version of Hamilton,” Ama says. 

At his name, the cat meows loudly. He jumps off the couch, raising a big furry tail. They all watch as he moves to his bowl, meowing in a fit of anger that it hasn’t already been filled. 

“Oh!” they all sound, looking to each other and nodding. 

Cassian shakes his head, “I'm getting a new family.” 

~

What is fanfiction but to write whatever nonsensical thing I make up in the moment? You’ll understand context eventually... probably. 

@unhealthyfanobsession @arinbelle

[a-kinda-nerdy-girl]

A lady literally just stopped in the middle of the road to yell at me to slow down (which I was already doing and would've done faster if she hadn't suddenly stopped in the middle of the parking lot) like I could hear her (I was in my car so i couldn't)and then proceeded to condescendingly try to get someone else to be mad at me too and condescendingly showed me that she was a crossing the road. I was maybe going 20 mph if that. Also thanks for giving me an anxiety attack it was real kind of you (sarcasm obviously)

[fuck-customers]

3 min after we opened, there was a complaint raised against me. That I was "rude" because I didn't reply to the customer (old man) when he said hello. Which is a lie. I figure he didn't hear me? Because he's old and maybe my voice was more quiet since it was so fucking early in the morning.

But the interaction was like this "Hello" "Hello" Silence. "Well then! Have a nice day!" "You too sir" / He was rude how he said to have a nice day and I was like? Ok idk who peed in your cereal but wtv. But he complained because he didn't hear me stop and respond to him 😓

[amylillian22]

Waffles - Frank Adler Imagine

Summary: The morning after their usual Saturday date night, Y/N runs into Mary unexpectedly. Frank wakes up to find them making waffles.  

Word Count: 1,283

Warnings: Implied sex

Chris Evans Master LIst 

Y/N stretched underneath the bed sheets, the thin fabric tickling her naked body. She turned her head to see Frank knocked out and slightly snoring. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable at the same time, causing her to smile.

She had been dating Frank for a month. Every Saturday night was their date night. During the week, they call each other after Mary went to bed. She knew Mary was number one in his life, and she didn't mind it.

On their third date, Frank opened up and told her everything. From his sister's death to Mary's brutal custody battle against his own mother. She completely understood and respected their relationship. She didn't want to do anything to jeopardize Frank and Mary's bond.

She carefully got out of his bed, being very careful and extra quiet to make sure she wouldn't wake him. She found her panties next to her high heels by the dresser. She slipped them on before grabbing Frank's baseball shirt next to her heels. His shirt was long enough to hide her thong, reaching her mid-thigh. She carefully slipped out of his room and to the bathroom down the hallway.

She quickly peed and washed her hands. She held her hair back as she washed her face. She found a tube of kid's toothpaste in the drawer. She tried to find Frank's toothpaste, but settled for Mary's bubble gum toothpaste. She used her finger and tried her best to brush her teeth. She made a mental note to remember to pack a toothbrush in her purse for next weekend. Or at least bring some mouthwash.

She heard a door open when she finished, assuming it was Frank. She smiled as she opened the bathroom door, only to see Mary looking for something on the desk. Y/N gasped loud, causing Mary to turn around and look at her. Y/N was definitely surprised as Mary wasn't supposed to be back from Roberta until noon.

"Mary!" Y/N pulled the hem of Frank's baseball shirt lower, trying to cover more of her bare legs. "Umm, hi. I'm a friend of your Uncle Frank. He's said so many wonderful and sweet things about you. I wish we wouldn't be meeting this way," she chuckled nervously, not knowing what was running through the cute 10-year-old in front of her.

Although Mary had never as so much as seen a picture of her, she knew exactly who Y/N was. Frank had mentioned he was seeing the most beautiful girl in the world - after her, of course. She had long, (you hair color) hair, and beautiful (your eye color) eyes. Her lips were covered with a faded shade of red, her favorite lipstick color according to Frank.

"You must be Y/N. Frank also said a lot about you too," Mary said.

"Really?" Y/N asked surprised. Although she had been on a couple of dates with Frank, she knew she wasn't gonna meet Mary anytime soon. Not until things got more serious.

"Yup," she popped the 'p' with her lips. "He really likes you. A lot."

The words made Y/N smile wide. "I like Frank a lot, too. Hey, how about I make you a special breakfast?"

Mary hesitated for a second, remembering Frank's version of a special breakfast was, Special K cereal.

"What exactly does that include?" She asked.

"I can make you some blueberry waffles-" when she saw Mary make a sour face, she immediately said, "or I can do chocolate chip instead."

Mary smiled with excitement as Frank had never made chocolate chip waffles for her before. She only ordered them when they occasionally went to iHop.

"You can help me make them if you like," Y/N added, her smile matching Mary's.

Marry nodded. "But first, Frank has gym shorts in the third drawer in his dresser."

"Right," Y/N giggled nervously before quietly going back to Frank's room to get the said shorts. She was thankful for the tip as Y/N only had her strapless dress from last night, which isn't exactly appropriate for making breakfast with Mary.

Y/N let Mary add the milk and eggs in the bowl as she added the melted butter and vanilla extract. Mary was excellent with the measuring cups as Y/N watched her add the flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder into the bowl. Y/N placed her hand on top of Mary's before she turned on the mixer. Y/N let Mary take the lead and held on to her hand just in case she lost control of the mixer.

Frank began to stir in his bed, slowly fluttering his eyes. The smell of waffle mix met his nose, his lips immediately forming a smile. He leaned up on his elbows when he heard two sets of giggles from the kitchen. "Oh, shit," he mumbled to himself as he quickly got out of bed.

He put on his jeans from last night, nearly tripping while trying to find his baseball shirt. He had no idea where Y/N could have tossed it last night, but he knew it was somewhere in the room. Forgetting about his shirt, he opened his bedroom door and stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.

Both Y/N and Mary were laughing hysterically because the bowl had slipped and the batter went splattering everywhere thanks to the mixer. Their clothes looked like they had been splattered by paint. Mary wiped her face, causing a bigger mess than before. Y/N grabbed some paper towels and carefully cleaned her up.

"Frank!" Mary giggled, "you won't guess what happened!"

Y/N turned around to see Frank happy, causing her smile to match his. "Sorry about the mess. We were trying to make waffles. Then, chaos ensued."

"That's quite alright. But," Frank walked towards them and kneeled down in front of Mary, "you know the rules about coming over Sunday mornings when you're supposed to be at Roberta's."

"I know," Mary''s smile immediately disappeared and her lips formed a small pout. "I wanted to watch my favorite movie. So, I came over to get it to watch it with Roberta."

"What did we say about using Roberta's keys?" Frank asked.

Y/N felt slightly uncomfortable, mostly because although Mary was getting in trouble, she also knew she crossed a line and broke a rule herself. She wasn't supposed to meet Mary yet. Maybe if she had helped her find what she was looking for and help her get back to Roberta, she wouldn't be getting scolded right now.

Y/N cleared her throat, causing both of them to face her. "I'm sorry about everything, Frank. I should go."

"Wait," Mary called out as Y/N turned on her heel. "Frank, can she please stay with us and have breakfast?"

"I shouldn't stay," Y/N immediately protested. "I shouldn't be here anyways."

"Y/N, Mary and I would love it if you would stay for breakfast," Frank gave her a small smile.

"Really?" Both Y/N and Mary said at the same time, except Mary jumped up and down with excitement.

"I'd really like that," Y/N smiled.

She started cleaning up the mess, ready to try and make waffles again. Before Frank could help her, Mary tugged his hand. She tugged on it again, signaling him to kneel down. She leaned in a little close to him and somewhat lowered her voice, "I like your new girlfriend."

Frank smiled at her, "I like her too. I think I'll keep her."

They weren't quite enough as Y/N heard their conversation. She knew how important his relationship with Mary was. Knowing Mary liked her and Frank didn't correct Mary by saying, 'she's just a friend', she was glad her hair shielded her face to hide her wide smile.

[holidaywishes]

I Can’t Always Be Perfect

  Summary: Having a sibling with a mental disability isn’t easy and can often be taxing, especially when things start to pile up at home and at work. So when things fall apart when (Y/N) tries their best to make things as close to perfect as they can, she has a bit of a breakdown.

  Warning: angst, mild language, trigger warning for mention of anxiety and emotionally abusive parents

  Author’s Note: So, I’m going through something right now. I don’t really know why I chose Willy for this, to be honest, but I felt like he might be a good one to make you feel better after you’ve had a rough time with things. He seems like the type to be able to make you laugh when you need it. This was a fic that came about because of things that have been building up for a while now and I’m lucky enough to have a few close people in my life that I can talk about these things with but sometimes, you just don’t want to burden anyone with your shit, so I wanted to put some of my personal drama and angst into a short little fic. I also want everyone and anyone to know that if there is anything they need to talk about regarding mental illness, anxiety, stressful home situations, anything, I’m here to be an ear and a metaphorical shoulder to lean on. Always. Also, I tried to keep this non-gendered so I used they so it would feel more inclusive. I’ll try to do this more in the future or use (Y/P/P) for Your Preferred Preference as I know that, even though it’s a small thing, it’s important. I love you all and I hope you enjoy this thing I wrote. Stay golden <3

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  You considered yourself a good person. Not perfect, not even exceptional, just good. You took care of things at home when your parents were at work, you cleaned up after your brother when he made a mess out of the entire house. You tried to do the right thing and tried to give back when you could, especially to causes that hit close to home, but that didn’t mean you were exempt from sometimes missing the mark and sometimes it meant taking a lot more than you had the capacity to take.

  “(Y/N)!” your mom yelled from the kitchen and you ran to see what was wrong, “What is this?!” she asked, pointing to the mess on your carpet from your brother spilling his cereal on the carpet earlier in the day

  “Carter must have.. I forgot to clean it up, I’m sorry” you whimpered

  “I’m sick and tired of coming home to a dirty house!” she shouted

  “I’m sorry” you repeated

  “We’re at work all day, me and your father, the least you could do is make sure these things are done”

  “This is just one time..” you said before squeezing your eyes shut, knowing that the words probably wouldn’t sit right with your mom

  “ONE TIME IS ENOUGH!” she yelled, “You’re not working and you’re staying here, RENT FREE, so what the hell do you have going on that you can’t clean up a mess when it’s made?!”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried, speaking softly to not upset your mom anymore than she already was, “I just meant that the house is usually clean and tidy and supper is usually made when everyone gets here. Today was... a mistake and I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say”

  “DO BETTER!” she continued, snapping at you as you quickly tried to clean up the mess under her feet, “and stop being such a god damn brat!”

  “HEY!” your dad shouted as he walked in the door, “what the fuck is going on?! I can hear you all from down the street!”

  “I didn’t clean up after Carter today”

  “And she’s been home all day, just moping around because she can’t find a job I’m sure”

  “She lost her job because of the pandemic, Susan,” your dad argued, “it’s different for us. We’re both on the front lines. We can’t lose our jobs”

  “I know!” she snapped, “and she should know how lucky she is that we’re letting her stay here without paying for anything”

  “Stop it” your dad said, trying to get your mom to calm down but it didn’t work

  “Don’t you start with me” she urged

  “Can I just vacuum this? And then I’ll make supper, okay?” you tried, wanting to get away from everything

  “Fine,” your mom yelled before stepping out of the room, “but that’s not the point! This should’ve been done before we got home!”

  “She’s trying to do it now!” your dad yelled back, “let her do it!”

  “YOU KNOW WHAT?!” your mom countered, grabbing the vacuum and pushing you aside, “I’LL DO IT MYSELF!”

  “SUSAN!” your dad yelled

  “MOM! STOP!” you shouted but she didn’t listen, tuning everyone out with the buzzing of the vacuum. You looked at your dad who only shrugged and you were forced to scoff at the reaction, walking away to your room because there was nothing more you could do, only to find your brother sitting on the couch listening to everything; you rolled your eyes at his complete lack of accountability and scoffed before shaking your head and walking to your room. Your hands were shaking and your body was buzzing, you didn’t know what to do. This had been a long time coming. The fighting, the arguing, the yelling. Everyone was stressed out and stretched thin and you were doing your best to keep yourself together so no one around you would feel like they had to take care of you on top of everything else but when a text came in, you couldn’t help but start to feel the stress build up in your chest

  “Hey!” William’s text read

  “Hey” you sent back, trying to be as casual as possible

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah.. My mom’s just a little stressed out. Can I text you later?”

  “Of course but are you sure you’re alright? I can come over, help out?”

  “No!” you sent back quickly, noticing the ellipses pop up and you knew you had to back track, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to come over, I just need to sort somethings out and then I’ll text you, we’ll talk. Just... later okay?”

  “Okay.” You sighed as you pushed your phone to the side, dropping your head in your hands to rub your temples; it wasn’t long before your mom barged into your room

  “Why?” was the way she chose to start. No apology, no greeting, just straight into the same argument you had before, “why didn’t you clean it up as soon as you saw it?”

  “I thought he would do it himself” you admitted

  “You saw that he tried, you couldn’t have finished?”

  “He vacuums his mess all the time,” you argued, “I thought that he’d say something or realize... I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think”

  “You know his brain doesn’t work like ours” she said, glaring at you as she stood in the doorway

  “I know,” you sighed, “I just had some errands to run this afternoon and when I saw that he spilled something, I thought that he was embarrassed to tell me and he needed a minute before he could clean it up. So I did the dishes and left the room, forgetting about the mess. Then you came home and found it”

  “That’s not an excuse”

  “I’m not trying to make up an excuse, mom!” you yelled, just once, before you settled down and composed yourself, “I’m just trying to explain what happened.”

  “You know that your brother is different and that you need to do more to help him but you’re so concerned with yourself that you can’t manage to clean up one tiny mess!”

  “Concerned with my--” you scoffed, “I do take care of this place when you’re gone. There have been so many other messes that I’ve been forced to clean up that you have no idea about -- including the many times he’s missed the toilet and peed around the toilet -- so one day, one mess not being cleaned up, does not mean that I’m so concerned with myself. This isn’t a gigantic mess that he can’t clean up, he vacuums all the time so excuse me for thinking that he would have the ability to clean up some dry cereal on the carpet!”

  “He’s your brother!” she countered, “and he’s got mental delays so you have to be able to take care of him”

  “AND WHAT HAPPENS TO ME?!” you finally snapped, “I do my best to take care of him and you and dad and make sure no one is stressed out more than they already are but I’m not a caretaker. I’m not the older sibling. He’s 10 years older than me, Mom, and sometimes I need to be able to walk away and do things that don’t require me to act like his mother!” The tears began to fall down your heated cheeks and you looked at your moms face which only seemed to shift slightly at your words, “I’m sorry that I didn’t spend every second of my day today cleaning every inch of the house to make it look that no one lives here. I’m sorry that I took a little bit of time for myself. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

  “You just have to do better” she said quietly and you shook your head, trying to hold back your tears

  “I can’t always be perfect. I can’t always do everything. I missed something today and I’m sorry that it screwed up your day. But I shouldn’t be expected to do everything!” You finally got up, grabbing your phone, and pushed passed your mom so you could escape everything

  “Don’t you dare walk away right now” she growled and you pulled your arm from her grasp, making your way to the door before finally meeting your dads stare

  “Don’t leave, (Y/N),” he pleaded, “talk to us. Talk to me.” Part of you wanted to say something, to make him feel better, but you didn’t want him to see you cry anymore than you already were, so you ignored his attempt to make you stay; grabbing your keys and jumping in the car.

xx

Willy’s P.O.V

  “Can we meet somewhere?” (Y/N) finally texted you after nearly two hours and you were quick to suggest the rink. When you got there, you found (Y/N) huddled up, head against their knees as they waited for you

  “(Y/N)?” you whispered, seeing the tears on their face when they raised their head

  “Hi...” they replied

  “What’s wrong?” you asked, rushing to their side

  “I’m just feeling like I can’t do anything right today. Like, I’m supposed to never make mistakes and I failed today”

  “Everyone makes mistakes...”

  “You don’t...” they scoffed

  “Have you kept up with my career at all?” you teased

  “Sure but,” (Y/N) faltered, “I don’t know, Willy, I just hate having this pressure on me to be perfect. Feeling like I have to be a parent to my older sibling. I know that he’s gone through a lot and that his life is hard and that it will always be harder than mine. I know that and I try, I try so hard to make his life easier and my parents lives easier. But I have given up so many opportunities to make that possible. I deferred University for two years because my parents needed me to stay home. I didn’t apply to NYU because it was too far away. I didn’t take that amazing job at Massey Hall because the hours were too flexible. I gave up my personal life, my romantic life because it was too hard to make time for my brother with all of it. I sacrificed both my High School Graduation and my University Graduation so he could feel included. I got offered an internship in London that I had to pass on because it was too far away and my family needed me here. I love him, he’s my brother and I would die before I let anything happen to him but I just get exhausted sometimes, always having to worry about him and take care of him and make things easy for everyone but me. Then, I feel bad for getting exhausted and I overcompensate and exhaust myself even further.”

  “You’re burnt out”

  “Yeah,” they sighed, “I don’t wanna be. But I can’t ask for help or get my parents to understand why, if I don’t have a job, I am so burnt out”

  “Want me to tell ‘em?” you joked

  “No.” You noticed their eyes begin to tear and you tried to be there for them as best you could, letting them rest their head on your shoulder, rubbing their hand softly, “I just... I don’t know what to do anymore. Some days everything is fine and then other days, the smallest thing sets my mom off and I feel like she hates me and that she doesn’t think I do anything or that I haven’t given up anything. Like I should always be doing more...”

  “I want to make you feel better,” you finally said, “tell me what I can do.” You waited in silence for a minute so (Y/N) could get their composure

  “This.” (Y/N) said softly, “Just be here, with me. All this stuff, it’s my problem and I have to learn how to solve it. But you being here with me right now, letting me lean on you, helps.”

  “So I have strong shoulders?” you joked and they laughed, “Is this me being your superhero?”

  “Can you not?” they said, smacking your arm before looking up at you with a smile

  “I’ll always be here to save the day” you smiled

  “Yeah, you will won’t you?” they smiled back and you kissed their forehead, staying still in the cold ice rink until both of you were ready to leave.