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[coquelicoq]

is there anyone (other than maybe dong'er) who is immune to tang fan's puppy dog eyes? even the emperor is like aww. give this guy some candy.

[spenglersweetheart]

OK OK OK LAST ONE J SWEAR

Idk if you’re ok incorporating my OC into this one, I made Ray a daughter, maybe a reader finding out Ray has a kid from a previous relationship, and he’s literally the dad everyone wants. He’s kind sweet caring, knows everything about a girls period and what helps what doesn’t, how to relieve cramps and stuff, rarely looses his cool

And don’t forget the dad bod

i'm absolutely okay with that !! i write better with a character than without a reader but i LOVE how you're incorporating a reader and your oc so i will absolutely do this !! (and i'll try to incorporate the dad bod <3)

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You're a Good Dad, You Know That?

Dad!Ray Stantz x reader

OC is Sal Stantz who belongs to the person who asked for this one shot! :)

WARNINGS : none! (unless periods count, then definitely periods. but if that grosses you out, read a biology book).

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YOU WERE AWARE OF RAY'S LAST RELATIONSHIP. You knew it had gone pretty badly. Which was heartbreaking on his end. Ray was the sweetest guy that you had ever known. He was someone that you could rely on whenever you needed help.

However, what you didn't know was that Ray had a kid. Well, of course he told you upon your first meet. But you ended up loving Sal. And eventually, you two end up being close. She's practically yours even though she's from a different relationship. That didn't matter to you, though.

You had noticed that Sal was feeling pretty awful. You knew exactly what it was. It was that time of month, and you just had your period a week prior. This was normal, since you two had been hanging around together for so long, you had synced together in the times you were supposed to have them.

You were about to send Sal chocolates and a heating pad their way, but Ray had already beaten you to it. There were a bunch of different candies on the bed. Almost any chocolate imagination. Kit-Kat's, Reese's, Hershey's ... Crunch, courtesy of Egon.

You were about to leave when you heard Sal call you over. Ray turns around, a smile appearing on his face, waving you over.

"Yeah, come join us!" He tells you, "I was just about to get to the part where Peter got slimed."

You couldn't help but to chuckle. You walk into the room. You lay next to Ray, immediately resting your head on his stomach. The dad bod just made everything so much better. His stomach was softer than the pillow you lay on.

"You're telling the Sedgwick Hotel story again?" You ask with a chuckle.

"Well, she wanted to hear it," Ray answered, "She said that it'll make her feel better."

You couldn't help but to smile at his response. That way Ray for you. He would do anything for his daughter and you admired him for that. This was your first experience at being a parent. But you had to remember that it was his, too.

You listen to Ray finish up the story. You can hear Sal giggle at a few of the parts. But by the end of it, she's asleep. You two stay with her in case she wakes up in pain again.

You look up at Ray. "You're a good dad," you say to him, "You know that, right?"

Ray looks down at you. For some reason that comment alone makes his heart flutter. His eyes soften as he looks at you. "You think so?"

You give a nod. "I know so," you answer.

He gives you a smile, slightly leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. "You're a good parent, too, you know," he says.

"Yeah, but not as good as you," you chuckle, "I'm still new at this."

"Well, me too," Ray told you, "This is my first and only kid. We're not gonna be experts."

"I know ..." You trail off.

"Hey," he says, "She loves you, you know."

"Does she?"

"Absolutely," Ray answers, "And we're learning this parent thing together. Everything is gonna be okay, alright?"

You give him a kiss to his cheek. "Alright," you answer.

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── ♡ ( AUTHOR'S NOTE! ) :

i decided to add some of the period stuff too. i hope you like it, though! :)

[polyhatzdaily]

Day 3 : Surprise

Roy laid his head on the cold countertop of the candy store. Working there was a nightmare, but it was the one job looking to hire. He closed his eyes, just resting while he had the time, but he felt his face scrunch up as he heard the bell on the door chime. Roy groaned internally, he didn't even bother looking at who it was, he was just too tired.

Roy : "Welcome to CandyClub, pick what you'd like, I'll ring you up once you've chosen your pick..." There's no reply, just footsteps, whoever it was didn't even look for any candy, the two just walked right up to Roy instead. That's when he heard a familiar voice. Ross : "Hey babe, how's today been." Ross then planted a kiss on top of Roy's head. Roy : "H-hey what the fuck?! How- why? You should be at work..." Robert : "I didn't have anything left to do today, I was just hanging around the office, Ross called and said to meet him here." Ross : "The day got slow, not many people came in for tats today, we're not understaffed by any means, so I got a co-worker to cover the rest of my shift." Roy : "So you did that just to come see me? That seems like a lot of effort just to go to a candy shop to see your boyfriend." Robert : "I mean I guess you could say that it was a lot of effort, but it was worth it. Right Ross?" Ross : "Right on, it's way more than 'worth it' to see one of my favorite people in the world. Me and Rob love you so much, we just wanted to see you." Robert : "Oooh! Roy, do ya think we can hang out here for a while?" Roy : "I don't see why not! If you want to, you can grab some candy and I'll pay for it, my treat!" Ross : "We can pay for our own candy too, but if you insist on treating us, I don't have any issues. I'm probably not going to grab too much, I can't handle too many sweets, I'm not a kid anymore ha-ha." Robert : "Yeah Ross is right, I'll probably drive back home and give what I don't eat to my younger sister, I remember getting her candy when we went trick-or-treating as the gang, good times." Ross : "Well, when you look at it like that you could say those were good times, I still have nightmares about that... thing- with the eyes though... it wasn't all rainbows and stealing from kids..." Ross gives Roy the side eye. Roy : "Hey! I was a kid, give me a fuckin' break man... I still can't believe the damned thing was real, the whole experience was surreal... What was up with those kids?" Ross : "I heard the skeleton kid's dad left him as a kid and joined the cult... That pumpkin headed one has a 20-foot vert too. Neither of them was really 'normal' to say the least." Robert : "Hey, we lived through it to say the least, we're alive, and the Hatzgang will live on forever ha-ha!" Roy : "Stoppp- calling it the Hatzgang is so embarrassing- We were literally 14 when we called it that." Ross : "Well, we'll have to live with that name forever now Roy, it's our legacy here." Robert : "Well maybe having a legacy of being a 'gang' isn't the greatest thing but hey, I guess that's that huh..." Roy : "Fuck you two- go buy your candy and I'll ring you up, stop reminiscing!" Ross : "Fine, fine... If we can cuddle without you getting all grouchy tonight." Robert : "Yeah that'd be nice, just be all snuggly and sappy with us for once!" Roy : "OKAY FINE! HURRY UP AND BUY THE DAMN CANDY!" Roy laid his head back down on the counter, hiding his bright red face. He got flustered too easily with these two.

[blackbat05]

Don't be scared

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Plot: Escaping from the memories of you proves to be especially difficult when a core memory is forged on a vehicle that transcends international waters.

Genre: PG-13, Angst

A/N: Finally got down to binge-watching <The Punisher> on my break and got inspiration from being literally on a plane ride that was one of the most bumpy ones that I ever had. Hope you enjoy it! Reblogs appreciated💜

Frank Castle picks up his bag, towering over most passengers. But he keeps his head down not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

Stuffing his passport back into the bag, he slings it over his shoulder, searching for his seat. Frank sees a young woman sitting at the window seat, staring absentmindedly at the ground staff moving luggage into the plane. Good. She doesn't seem to be the nosy type.

He takes his seat, allowing other passengers to get settled in. The boarding process goes smoothly and the plane starts to prepare for takeoff. The safety briefing that no one pays attention to finishes swiftly and the engines begin to whir to life. Frank finally relaxes and he decides to try and catch some shut eye.

Even if it may be riddled with nightmares.

Frank doesn't know how long the plane had been in the air until he's rudely awake by a harsh jerk. Turbulence.

He's about to go back to his fueled nightmares when he sees the woman holding the armrest in a death grip. She's trying to regulate her breathing and her left ring finger taps irregularly.

He has religiously followed his rules of not engaging with any civilians but curse his need to help others. Frank's about to decide against breaking his rules when the woman addresses him first.

"I'm sorry but do you think I could take that paper bag if you don't need it?"

Frank realizes that you're talking about the barf bag that is slotted into the pocket of every seat. It hits him how the woman remains polite despite looking on the verge of a breakdown. Ah, screw this.

"Be my guest. But do you mind if I help you? You seem a little sick." He hopes he hasn't offended her. The woman gives a weak smile. "You're an observant one. I have a fear of flying."

Frank notices that the woman looks at him for a while as if waiting for him to mock her. "Don't worry about it. It's perfectly normal. I've seen plenty of guys struggling with heights let alone jumping out of a plane."

She takes some time to process this. "You're military."

"Marines." Frank should have had the alarm ringing in his head but he sees the woman visibly relaxing. "We all have different ways to take control of that fear. You want to know what I do?"

Frank leans in, directing her to face the magnificent view of the clouds, the wing of the plane in sight. "Tell me five things that you see. You name one thing and you take a deep breath right after."

She bravely nods and her eyes roam around.

"All I see is just clouds but... that one looks like it has wings."

Frank nods his head, silently encouraging her to continue.

"The sky is so blue... pastel blue. They look like the paint that they sell at the local bookstore. It looks like another plane just flew past not too long ago judging by the straight line that looks out of place if you ask me-ah!"

The plane shakes as it passes through another cloud.

"Hey, don't give up on me. You still have two more." Frank urges. She slowly opens her eyes and takes a deep breath like he instructed.

"I think I can see an island but it's blocked by the clouds. Come to think of it... I never noticed how they look so much like cotton candy."

The plane starts to make its descent and the Captain announces that they are almost at the end of the journey.

"Feeling better?"

The woman smiles and she turns around, nose almost brushing against Frank who had yet to move back into his seat. "Much. Thank you. I'll definitely remember what you've taught me. Control the fear and don't let it control you."

"Glad I could help."

Frank is about to settle in to prepare for landing when she asks the dreaded question.

"I'm not usually the nosy type but I would love to know the name of the stranger who helped me with my decade-long fear of flying." The look on her face was almost pleading. It was difficult to fight against. So he does.

"Pete."

But you see, it never ends there.

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"Safe travels Frank." Curtis brings him in for a hug. "Call me if you need anything."

Frank returns the hug and heads for the departure gate. He tunes out the thousands of passengers fighting to get to their assigned gate and in no time he finds his own.

He checks his ticket again, 29F. The very same. Frank sits down and he doesn’t bother to make space for the incoming passenger who would be sitting beside him because it would be empty. Frank made sure of it with the help of David.

The plane races on the runway and it ascends into the clouds. The light for the seatbelts turns off and passengers start to unbuckle their seatbelts. Frank moves too but to the window seat.

"I have to do this Frank. Remember? Not to let my fear rule me."

"Breaking news, a UN plane delivering supplies to the Western region of Qurac exploded yesterday evening. The situation is developing but it is presumed that all personnel are dead."

Frank takes a heavy breath.

"I could come with you. We always did work well as a team."

Frank chuckles, looking at the Liberman family standing behind David. "Nah, I'm good. Besides, Sarah will cut your balls off if you pull another stunt again."

David breaks into a snort. "Very funny." He pauses, looking visibly uncomfortable. "Don't do anything stupid."

"No promises."

The plane shakes and Frank sees a little girl in the other aisle squeezing her eyes shut as her mother holds her hand. He turns away, facing the clouds once more.

He wonders if the plane goes any higher, would he be able to see her? He can't imagine how the fear had gripped her at the last moment, leaving her trapped like a rat in a cage.

No, she wouldn't have. She would have been brave up till the very end. Atta girl. He wants to hug her so badly. He's so close but yet he can never close the gap.

The plane starts to descend, announcing its arrival. Frank takes a look at the photo of his last moment with her - a simple ice cream date at a park. Bringing it to his lips, he makes a promise that he'll come for you soon.

But first, he'll make a trip to hell.

For they will pay.

[misscellophane-ao3]

And here it is~ the drabble based on the results of these three polls (extra poll) – A WangXian Soulmate AU ~ CW: Mentions of Allergies and potential Allergic reaction, WWX purposely ignoring an allergy (ex. Wei Ying wants to eat an almond joy but is allergic to almonds)

It turned into a crack fic 😅 I hope you all enjoy it ~ And hey, I ended up using all three quotes anyway 😂

--Start--

"Wei Ying! No!" Lan Zhan exclaimed as soon as he caught sight of his soulmate. Wei Ying startled at his sudden appearance, turning to him with wide eyes and a slightly guilty expression, his hand bringing the candy bar to his mouth froze in place.

"Those have real almonds in them, why would you eat that if you were allergic?" Lan Zhan asked, horrified as he took the opened almond joy away from his boyfriend, suddenly grateful he entered the kitchen not a second later, "Where did you even get this?"

There definitely shouldn't have been any type of almonds in the house, let alone anywhere Wei Ying could accidentally or purposely get to them.

"Huaisang keeps saying how good it is! I wanted to try it!" Wei Ying whined, making grabby hands at the candy bar, "Come on, just a bite Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying gave him his best pout, he could see his Lan Zhan waver briefly before his stance firmed back up.

"No."

"But I'm not even that allergic to it! I'll just get watery eyes and an itchy mouth." Wei Ying defended, "Plus it's my body not yours!"

Lan Zhan shot him a Look.

"It may not be my body, but it is a body that holds a soul I care for very much and can not live without. Even the universe agrees." He said, with a pointed glance at the soulmark clearly visible due to Wei Ying's choice of slouchy tank top, Lan Zhan's matching mark was covered by his t-shirt.

Wei Ying flushed slightly, "Lan Zhan."

Ugh, why did his boyfriend have to take them being soulmates so seriously? It makes Wei Ying's heart melt.

He could still remember the day they realized it, it was a business event he went to with the Jiāngs. Everyone was dressed to the nines, alcohol was flowing, people were mingling; and Lan Zhan had decked Wen Chao after he attempted to throw a drink at Wei Ying for a reason he can't really recall anymore.

Attempted, because Lan Zhan had swiftly stepped in front of the line of fire just as Wei Ying prepared himself for the splash of cold amber colored liquid. His fancy shirt got completely ruined even with Wei Ying immediately dragging the other to the bathroom in hopes of saving it.

Seeing the soul mark on Lan Zhan's shoulder was the cherry on top of the cake that night (the cake obviously being watching Lan Zhan giving Wen Chao a black eye....and maybe also seeing Lan Zhan wipe his bare chest and abs down with a wet paper towel).

Wei Ying couldn't deny the pull he had towards the other since even before that incident, though. Constantly following after the other, making excuses to see him, hanging out with him whenever he could, touching him and teasing him a ridiculous amount. Seriously, his thoughts practically consisted of Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan 24/7.

Finding out they were soulmates just made sense. And Lan Zhan loved to remind him of it every day. Wei Ying is honestly surprised he hasn't combusted from all the blushing he does when Lan Zhan says literally anything sweet or romantic. Or even worse, teasing.

Lan Zhan softened, "Wei Ying, my love, I would hate to see you in any amount of pain, almond joy is not worth it."

"How would you know!? You don't even like almonds." Wei Ying pouted.

"Wei Ying, please. I will make you a homemade almond joy without the almonds. Please, don't risk your health for a simple candy bar."

Wei Ying perked up, "You can do that? Would it actually taste like a real almond joy?"

"It will taste even better." Lan Zhan promised with no hesitation.

Wei Ying hummed, eyes narrowed in thought.

Lan Zhan was surprisingly good at baking. Maybe he really could find an almond-less almond joy recipe or even make one up himself. Either way, it was obvious he wasn't gonna get to taste the candy bar any time soon.

Wei Ying sighed, "Fine. I won't eat it."

Lan Zhan instantly relaxed, going to throw the candy bar in the trash, "Good. They suck anyway."

Wei Ying squawked in surprise, laughter rising up, loud and bright, a fond smile crossing Lan Zhan's face at the sound.

"Lan Zhan! Don't let Huaisang hear you say that! He practically worships them!"

"Mn." Lan Zhan washed his hands before coming back to the island where Wei Ying sat.

"Take a nap with me." He said, gently easing Wei Ying from the bar stool by his thighs, Wei Ying instantly wrapped his legs around Lan Zhan's waist in response, arms slipping over his shoulders

"Okay." Wei Ying rolled his eyes fondly, "You don't have to carry me, Lan Zhan. I can walk."

"I know." Lan Zhan replies, heading off to the bedroom without once letting go of him.

Wei Ying pressed a soft smile against his shoulder, right where their soulmark was.

Two bunnies (one white and one black) curled around each other, the same position they fall into as soon as they hit the mattress.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 4

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

I have a confession to make.

I have basically no tolerance for spicy food.

The truffle thing I ate was delicious... heavenly even but it was also really spicy and I need to get away from the cute candy-maker guy before I lose my shit.

I dash back across the street, not even bothering to look this time and take refuge in my shop, where I promptly chug half a liter of water.

It doesn't help at all but it's all I have on hand.

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, the burning subsides and I'm able to think of something other than pain.

Well, actually I think of high school, which is almost the same thing. What I told candy-guy, Aaron, was true.

I was an asshole in high school.

I was the star of the track team, friends with a bunch of dickhead jocks and so deep in the closet, I didn't even know it had a door.

But I don't remember being any worse than any other dumbass kid and I certainly don't remember doing anything that would make someone still hate me for it ten years down the road.

It makes me curious and nervous.

I've been assured that the accident didn't affect my memory in any way but I still worry that the doctors might be wrong.

If I'd done something terrible, how could I make up for it if I don't remember what it was?

I write myself a note to ask Dr. Patreski about it after physical therapy the following day.

~♡~

The next morning, though, I get a nasty surprise when I walk down from my little apartment behind my store and go to start my truck.

The engine makes a grinding, grating noise, there's a muffled 'pop' and then... nothing.

"Shit... Shit, shit, shit..." I bang my fist on the steering wheel.

I've already missed the last two appointments and if I miss this one, Dr. Patreski's office has threatened to drop me as a patient.

It's not like she's the only physical therapist in the area but I trust her and I like her and I promised I wouldn't fuck things up for myself yet again.

I pop the hood and get out to see a cloud of steam rising from beneath it.

"Mother Hubbard, piece of shit," I swear, kicking the tire and instantly regret it.

I do it with my good leg but my bad one goes out on me and I lose my balance.

I catch myself on the side of the truck and a whole new flock of curses escapes my mouth on filthy wings.

"Hey, everything okay?" I turn and see Aaron the candy-guy looking at me with a curious expression, like I'm something strange and unexpected and not altogether welcome... an unknown substance or a weird stain maybe but even in my distressed state, I appreciate how trim and neat he looks in his black slacks, white shirt and candy-striped apron.

I tear my eyes away from the patch of smooth, honey skin revealed by his open collar.

"No. My God-damn truck just blew up and I have an appointment in Felton I can't miss," I say digging out my cell-phone.

"Does Uber work around here? Or is there a bus or something?"

He stands for a minute without moving or speaking and I begin to wonder if he's just going to watch me have my crisis like it's the local 5 o'clock news.

I'm just about to lose my temper when he speaks.

"I was planning to go into Felton this afternoon for supplies... but I can go now and give you a lift, if you want," he says, looking at my truck's steaming hood.

"Yes. Oh my God, yes, please. I'll give you gas money," I pull out my wallet.

"Here."

I try to hand him a twenty but he just makes a face.

"I don't want your money. When's your appointment?"

"Ten-thirty."

"Alright. Let me get my stuff and we'll go. That's my car there," he points to a little grey Fiat further down the street.

"Here," he tosses me his set of keys.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a minute."

He turns and walks back to his own store, vanishing inside.

I feel kind of weird but I go and unlock his car and get in on the passenger side.

It's compact, more than a few years old and definitely a base model.

On the other hand, it's clean and obviously well-cared for.

I like it and it seems to fit him somehow.

A minute later he returns.

He's changed into dark jeans and a black t-shirt and somehow the casual clothes make him look even younger than he already does.

When I first saw him in the store, I'd assumed he was an employee because I'd thought he was twenty-two at most.

Now he looks barely legal.

"What?" he snaps, frowning at me. I realize I was staring.

"Sorry. I'm just... er... upset about my truck. Is it really okay for you to leave your store like this? Won't it impact your business?"

"I've got someone coming in. At least, as long as no one dies, and all the alligators are accounted for."

"Um?"

I'm kind of lost but I forge on.

"Anyway, thanks for offering to drive me."

"Sure, don't mention it. Where are we going, anyway?"

I give him the address and he puts it into his phone's GPS.

"A doctor's office?" he asks, then blushes.

"Sorry. None of my business."

"No, it's okay. It's just physical therapy."

"Oh?"

He doesn't press but after a few seconds, I'm compelled to tell him anyway.

"I got hit by a drunk driver about two years ago. I was riding my bike through this quiet little town... the kind of place you never expect anything bad to happen... and BOOM... out of nowhere, this guy just hits me coming off a side street. Shattered my left leg. I'm just glad they could save it... although from the X-Rays it looks like I've got more metal than bone in there at this point. That's kinda why I opened the shop. I'm not competing in any rides any time soon but at least I can provide some fuel for other people's dreams."

He keeps his eyes on the road but I can see from his profile that his expression is troubled.

"I'm sorry. That sounds... rough."

"Well, it ain't been smooth," I laugh.

"That's for sure but I know it could've been a hell of a lot worse and I've got a lot to be grateful for."

The corner of his mouth dips down in a little twitch of a frown.

"What about you?" I prompt.

He looks over and his crystal blue eyes are wide and bright.

"What about me?" he asks.

"What are you going into Felton for? Supplies, you said, right?"

I don't know what I said wrong but the iron curtain drops again and his face is suddenly as expressionless as a porcelain doll's.

"Oh, yeah," he says.

"That's right. Supplies."

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

First Period

Holland family X Sister!Reader

Summary: After a bad day at school your brothers treat you to candy and movies.

Warnings: mentions blood, first period, periods in general, embarrassing moment at school, fluff. I edited it half asleep so if there are any mistakes go ahead and let me!

Reader's age: 14

A/n: this is a request! I lost the ask sorry 😬but it was something like: "can you write a Holland!Sister fic that's just comfort and fluff." So here it is! I hope the person who requested this sees it. It was from an anon so I can't tag them or I would. So if you're the person who sent that in thank you! I don't write for tom or his family much, but I hope you like it!

Today sucked for you, it all started at school. You were waiting in line for lunch, and a girl who was in year 12 tapped on your shoulder.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Wrap this around your waist and go to the nurse." The girl said taking her jumper that came with the school uniform off her shoulders and holding it out to you.

"Why?" You asked her confused. She leaned in closer before whispering:

"You started your period they'll have an extra change of pants and pads." The girl said giving you a gentle smile. Your face turned bright red as you took the jumper and did as you were told. "It's okay it's normal." She assured you. "I'll hold your place in line."

"Thank you." You said before hurrying off to the nurse's office.

It was so embarrassing, now your walking home with Paddy. You are the youngest Holland sibling along with the only sister. You're two years younger than Paddy, eight years younger than the twins, and ten years younger than Tom.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet this whole time." Paddy questioned. You were the closest with Paddy cause of the lack of a large age gap.

"Nothing." You grumbled as the two of you made it home. Once inside you darted upstairs to your room ignoring your other brothers as you did so. Tom and Harry were back in town for a couple of months in between shooting.

"Paddy, what's wrong with her?" Tom asked as his youngest brother walked into the house.

"She didn't tell me," Paddy said shrugging setting his bag down.

After a few minutes, you emerged from the upstairs scowling.

"Wheres mum?" You asked.

"Work. What's wrong darling?" Tom asked you.

"Nothing mate I'm going back to my room." You grumbled before once again retreating to your room.

"We have to cheer her up." Tom declared to the other three Hollands who were also in the kitchen.

"How she won't even tell us what's wrong." Sam said.

"I don't know." Tom admitted.

While they were discussing how to cheer you up, you were upstairs looking for where your mom kept the pads. Having no luck though. After about 10 minutes of looking, you finally took a deep breath and marched your way down the stairs to where they were still talking.

"I need one of you to give me a ride to the shop." You declared.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I just need one." You said crossing your arms scowling.

"Just tell us why and we'll give you a ride." Tom said.

"It's girls' stuff." You muttered.

"Speak up mate." Sam said smirking at you.

"Just take me to the shop!" You exclaimed angrily. Taken back from your outburst Tom nodded standing up.

"Okay calm down we were only joking around." Tom said putting his hands up in defense. "I'll take you."

"Thank you!" You said smiling.

"Let me grab my keys." Tom told you. You nodded taking a seat next to Paddy.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah why?"

"That's a bloody lie mate you just yelled at me, you never yell at any of us!" Sam said.

"Okay let's go now," Tom said walking in with his keys. "You mates wanna come with us?" The three boys looked at each other before smirking and nodding. They were determined to find out why their baby sister was acting the way she's acting.

"Sure!" You groaned but stood up and followed your brothers to the car.

"So y/n what do you need from the shop anyway?" Paddy asked.

"Things. It doesn't matter." You muttered staring out the window as Tom drove.

"Tell us! Come on why don't you trust us?" Tom asked giving you puppy dog eyes through the rearview mirror.

"I need pads." You mumbled, almost instantly did two of your four brother's faces turn bright red. The two sitting next to you in the backseat, Sam and Paddy.

"What did you say?" Tom asked. Harry looked back toward his siblings, you were staring out the window doing your best to ignore your brothers, paddy and Harry had similar flustered looks on their faces.

"I need pads thats all! Can you bloody stop nagging me about this! I just want to get them then go home and be alone!" You exclaimed angrily. That shut your brothers up for the rest of the car ride. None of them knew a lot about periods, but Tom knew it meant you were growing and he didn't like seeing his baby sister grown up. He still remembers the day he found out he was having another sibling, and how he was hoping for a baby sister. He was so happy meeting you, the photo of him holding you as a baby was hung up in his room.

"Okay... You get what you need and meet us here." Tom said awkwardly. You nodded and walked off.

"How do we help her?" Paddy asked Tom.

"I don't know!"

"Candy obviously... Chocolate too." Harry spoke up.

"How do you know that?"

"I overheard mum talking to her." He shrugged.

"Okay we'll get her her favorite snacks!" Sam agreed.

———

You stood with just the pads as you waited for your brothers where you agreed to meet up. You saw them come over they each had a bag but you couldn't tell what was in them.

"Can we just go now?" You asked.

"Yep! Let's go Darling." Tom said.

"What did you guys get?" You asked as the five of you loaded the trunk with the 5 bags.

"Just some snacks." Tom said.

"Okay..." You said climbing into the car.

"So... Uh." Your brothers awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

"What?"

"Who's jumper is tied around your waist?" Sam finally asked, from his seat in the front.

"Oh, some year 12 girl gave it to me..." You mumbled not wanting to talk about it.

"Why?" Paddy asked.

"Mate you're not going to like the answer." You declared.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"It's bloody gross."

"Oh." Tom said in realization.

"Really why?" Harry asked.

"To hide a bloodstain you happy now?"

"Eww!" Paddy gagged.

"I bloody told you that it was gross. Ugh." You groaned leaning your head on Harry's shoulder.

"I didn't think you literally meant bloody." Paddy defended.

"Let's just put this conversation on a hold please." Harry said.

"We're home." Tom declared finally.

"Finally." You said happily waiting until he parked before you jumped out of the car. Once the trunk was opened you grabbed your bag and ran into the house, unlocking the door before darting to the downstairs bathroom. Finally changing into a clean pad, once you left the bathroom you saw your brothers sitting on the couch with an abundance of snacks.

"Mate get over here we got you snacks." Sam said patting the spot on the couch next to him and Tom. You smiled hurrying over grabbing your favorite kind of candy that was sat on the coffee table before you sat down.

"What movie are we going to watch?" You asked.

———

By the time your parents got home, you and your brothers were asleep with your favorite movie playing in the background. They couldn't help but smile at the sight of their five kids. You were leaning against Tom with your head on his shoulder, his head was on your head, sam was leaning against you his head on your shoulder, Paddy was asleep on the other end of the couch with his legs wrapped over Sam's lap, and harry was against the arm of the couch, Tessa was even cuddled up with you five as well laying with her hand on Harry's lap.

A/n: I don't write for Tom much because I'm not good at writing British dialogue but I think I did good! Also, I kept reading bloody in a British accent 🤣

[zutaraplatter]

Avatar: The Last Airbender Critique

There are already a million of posts like this one, and I might be saying things that’ve already been said a million times but I’ve recently become reheated about the ATLA ending and wanted to let it out -_- No one asked, this is true, and this may or may not be a way to stall from this final project I still have to complete, but here’s 10 things I didn't like and/or would change about the show that likely shouldn’t need changing because they should have been done in the first place.

1. Katara should have apologized to Sokka after TSR

It should have happened and it didn't. In my canon-avoiding mind, Katara and Sokka have a heartfelt conversation where she apologizes for the awful things she said, Sokka says he forgives her and he's sorry if he wasn't as there for her as much as he should have been, which he follows up with "but I'm happy you listened to Aang and took his advice," leading into my next point

2. Katara should have said that not killing Yon Rha was her choice

And thats why it was the right one. Not because Aang already said it was wrong. No no. It was the right choice because that's what she chose. I love my mom to death and can't imagine losing her in any way, let alone the way Katara did. And I can't say for sure that if I was in her shoes that I know what I would have done f that yes I do I would have killed that motherfucker. But I also know that if Katara decided not to kill him, then that was one of two correct choices because they were Katara's choices to make. Not Aang's or anyone else's and this should have been clarified. I know it's a kids show but I said what I said. Next point.

3. Katara should have said more after telling Aang she was unsure at the Ember Island Players

Katara hasn't had any trouble saying how she feels, especially when it comes to helping others and making them feel better, whether she was right or wrong. But she holds back or overly softens blows and seems to even shrivel up at times when it comes to Aang. And me no likey. I had a boyfriend who I adored and admired and just genuinely looked up to. I'm also a shy and anxious person who hates confrontation, but because I loved him, I never refrained from telling him when he was wrong. I might have been a little shaky about it but I did it tho because when you want to be with someone you walk through the grass and stomp through the mud. And I personally feel like either in that moment or later on in an added scene that Katara should have voiced to Aang how unheard and disrespected she felt about his words before TSR and his actions on the balcony. I hate being uncomfortable and my secondhand embarrassment is toxic but I would love to see a scene of this. I always imagined Katara saying stuff like "But I'm not you Aang, and I'm not an Air Nomad," or "Zuko could understand why I needed to go, and I'd hoped you would too," or...I'm out of ideas but you get the idea. And you know what, I know I'm a hard Zutara shipper, but them having this conversation would honestly make me respect their relationship a whole lot more should it be believably written to end on a good note (I don't see how it could be but hey I'm an open minded person and I did think they were cute together once upon a time). Basically, all I'm saying is that Katara is no small voice and she should have been written that way when with Aang. Boyfriends can make you shy but should never make you weak. Period. Next point.

4. No rock! ONLY GROWTH!!!!!!!!!!!

I still squint my eyes whenever I remember that rock that unblocked Aang's chakra. What even was that? The laziest writing possible in my opinion. That's what. And Aang deserved better. What should have happened should have been that Aang started to lose to Ozai. And then as Ozai's about to deliver the finishing blow, Aang has flashbacks of everyone he's trying to save and honor, ending with a very prominent flashback of Katara with the guru's disembodied voice reminding Aang to let go of his attachments to become all he needs to be...then BOOM! Baby boy is back on his feet, chakra unblocked, he kicks Ozai's ass, I'm crying hysterically on the floor, as are the rest of us, and he wins. Then at the end of the series, instead of a kiss, he gives Katara an apology. She accepts, everyone else comes to join them on the balcony, cinematic group hug, camera pan into the sun. I don't know lol. Basically what I'm saying is that Aang did not deserve some deus ex machina. He deserved to grow and become his best self like everyone else got to.

5. Aang should have heard differently in The Storm

Katara is a very fate-minded person and this is when I saw potential for her to become a toxic character in regards to Aang. When he admits that he ran away from home 100 years ago, Katara tells him that that was basically a good thing because he was meant to be here and now. Like...no? What Aang did, though understandable for someone so young, was still wrong. Yes he would have maybe been killed but I'm like 10000000% sure they had a plan to protect and evacuate the literal avatar. And what was technically "meant to be" was a new avatar. But hey, what's done is done and kicking Aang while he's down is a no-no in this household. But that doesn't change the fact that Aang needed and deserved honesty. Maybe the fisherman could have said this, I don't know, but I feel like Aang should have been told by someone that although running away was wrong, it's a blessing he and Appa were able to survive and be able to help save the world now with his amazing friends found-family. Maybe this is too harsh, and maybe even outright wrong, but I felt like Aang deserved a truer answer here to support and comfort him.

6. MAILEE!!!!

Do I even need to go into detail?

7. Spiritual sigh*

Don't make me go into detail -_- I will say though that although Aang and Katara are both amazing individuals capable of earth shattering things, they were not a healthy fit for one another. This is evident in the original series and especially in their children from LOK. They both deserved the best but better than one another.

8. ZUTARAAAAAAA

This is a Zutara blog you KNEW this was coming, as it should. There's just too much. There's too damn much. I would give a real paragraph to this too, but, I mean, there's already so much proving that this was the pair. Fics, metas, rants, this site. Scroll through my blog or any of the ATLA related blogs I follow and...dude. These two were meant to be together and I'll mourn the narrative brilliance WASTED for no good reason every day for the rest of my life. No reason these two shouldn't be married with three kids. sob. I will take this part to say thank you to the amazing fic writers that gave Katara, Zuko, Mai, and Aang what they deserved that the writers didn't have the guts to give them themselves. Next point tho.

9. AANG AND ONJI

Good God almighty. Why not this? WHY NOT THIS? I'm putting on my bullet proof vest and I'm going to say this; Aanji is cuter than Zutara. Now before you scorn me or whatever, let me explain. Zutara for me is like steak. No. Chicken parmesan. I like chicken parmesan better. The point though is that Zutara is savory. You know? I don't see them as cute, I see them as Obviously. Aanji on the other hand is like a bag of my favorite candy. They are like a brownie. A cookie. Girl Scout Samoas!...I don't know what words are anymore. This post got way out of hand. I guess what I'm saying is that for Zutara, I scream, but for Aanji, I squeal. I hope that makes sense. But here's the main point I want to make. Onji never knew who Aang really was. And Aang was always, at his core, himself. She very obviously had a crush on Aang for his personality and that was crazy cute and frankly preferable to Katara's "I...guess he is." (you know exactly what I'm talking about) Anyway, I kept wanting more of them together. I wish all the time that we'd gotten to see her again, with a more fleshed out character and all. And in the way that I imagine the show should have gone, she could have been the perfect love interest for Aang, during this episode or way later, even in the comics! Another WASTED opportunity for greatness and I will, again, never recover T-T

10. Iroh get your ass back here

Maybe this is a misguided critique but I hated that Iroh just left Zuko alone in the fire nation at the end of the series. Baby was in trouble in every sense of the word and Iroh was just like "See ya! You got this nephew." I'm expected to believe that? I'm expected to accept that? No no no. He should have at least stayed for a few years to help Zuko stay upright and, you know, alive. And by "upright" I don't mean "good." I just mean been there to support him because Lord knows he needed it, at least in the beginning of his reign. It was cute that Iroh was able to settle down with his own teashop after all those years of violence and mourning and running and this and that. I was more than happy for him for being able to have that peace finally. But I still think it could have waited a little while longer so he could support Zuko.

That's it I guess. I know not everything I've said makes the most sense in one way or another, but I enjoyed putting it together all the same. Thank you for reading and have a great day. I'll go finish my final now.

(Edited for a typo)

[esmealux]

I'll bite. 13 and 35 look like they might be fun together. 😈

Thank you so much for this fun prompt, Shelly ❤ The opportunities seemed endless, but in the end I went with this. I hope you like it.

Once again, I screwed up at brevity, so this is 1.9K (:

13. Someone does something stupid + 35. 'You wanna bet?' 'Care to wager?'

Never make a bet with the Devil.

A deal, if you must. But do not bet against him.

Not because he’ll take your soul or anything; he won’t even necessarily take your money.

But because he can’t handle it. He can’t. He’ll stop at nothing to win, and when he doesn’t—when he can’t shoot down a bottle of vodka with a slingshot from 400 feet away, or blow a soap bubble with his nose, or fly to Sweden and back in under thirty minutes (the latter he did do, but a drug test showed he’d taken EPO)—he’ll walk around in a pathetic cloud of self-pity, sulking and pouting to an unbearable degree for days on end.

So if you care about the Devil, don’t bet with him. It’s for his own good.

It really is.

And yet-

Chloe picks up the dirty plates from the coffee table as gunshots fire around her. It makes her a little uneasy, how real it sounds through their newly installed surround sound system. One so expensive she doesn’t even want to know.

Their just as overpriced (and unnecessarily big) TV is bathing Lucifer in white-blue light as he stares at the screen intently. He did want to watch the movie with her, but she’s not much of a Weaponizer fan, and she’d like to clean up before she snuggles up next to him on the couch and inevitably falls asleep. As she’s gathered all the dishes in her arms, however, she can’t help but pause and glance at the film for just a second.

‘Yeah, like that could actually happen,’ she snorts, watching the car jump across a considerable gap in a bridge, flip mid-air, and land on all four wheels on the other side. ‘I mean, no one’s ever done that.’

As soon as the words leave her mouth Chloe knows she’s made a mistake.

Lucifer pauses the movie—because God forbid he misses five seconds of a film he’s watched thirty times—before he looks up at her with a lifted eyebrow and a devilish grin.

‘Is that a challenge, Detective?’

Chloe glares at him, her jaw clenching. ‘It’s not possible,’ she states firmly, which is even worse, because now he can only reply with-

‘Care to wager?’

Chloe wants to kick herself.

‘There’s no way in Hell you’re doing that,’ she tells him, nodding towards the paused screen before she heads for the kitchen to start the dishwasher.

‘Why? Because my worried girlfriend won’t let me?’ he calls after her. ‘I’m invulnerable, remember?’

Chloe refills her wine glass, generously, and returns to the living room.

‘No,’ she objects, careful not to spill Pinot Noir on the couch as she settles against Lucifer’s warm, silk-clad side. ‘I just know you’ll never forgive yourself when your beloved Corvette rams into a cliff.’

Lucifer gasps and scoffs. ‘As if I’d ever risk such a sweet beauty like that!’ He plucks the glass out of her hand and takes a sip. ‘And even if I did, she would not, because I would succeed, first try.’

‘First try? Really?’

Chloe grabs the remote and replays the last fifteen seconds. Looking at it a second time, it’s even more ridiculous. The background is so obviously a green screen it’s not even funny, the flip is clearly made using some sort of outdated CGI, and they haven’t even bothered making it look like there’s a real person in the car. Also—Chloe doesn’t remember much from school, but she’s pretty sure the entire stunt defies physics as the car leaps, practically flies over the 150 feet gap, all the while rotating 360 degrees sideways.

‘Maybe third,’ Lucifer admits.

Chloe shakes her head and sighs.

‘I can do it, Detective.’ He looks at her like it’s a threat. ‘And I will.’

Oh, he will definitely try. The determination in his eyes leave no doubt about that. But he can’t possibly copy that stunt with an actual car and an actual gap. There’s just no way. And she shouldn’t spur him on. She really shouldn’t. But the idiot’s gotta learn at some point, and if she’s gonna have to deal with his childish disappointment (and she will), she might as well get something out of it.

‘Fine,’ she shrugs. ‘What are we betting?’

He grins at her, brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

‘If—nay, when I win,’ he answers promptly, and Chloe rolls her eyes, ‘I’ll finally get that thing I’ve always wanted.’

Chloe stares at him, comepletely clueless. If his tone and stupid smirk are anything to go by, it’s not a pet shark he’s talking about.

‘One... re-enactment for another,’ he clarifies slowly, his dark gaze gliding over her body before his eyes flicker to the glass doors leading to their terrace—and their outdoor hot tub.

Chloe fights the urge to roll her eyes again.

‘Okay,’ she agrees, internally reminding herself it doesn’t really matter. She gives him a cocky smile. ‘And when I win?’

Lucifer chuckles as if he finds her adorably naïve. Asshat. Still, he says, ‘You’ll get anything you desire.’

Chloe thinks. There’s not much she desires he wouldn’t give her anyway. She could have him do paperwork for a month, but he’d just mess it up, and she’d have to listen to his complaints about ‘torturous boredom’ and ‘purgatory’. She could also go for something funnier, like have him wear t-shirt and sweats to work for a week. But that would just be cruel, wouldn’t it?

‘I don’t know,’ she tells him, but the words are barely out of her mouth before Trixie’s enthusiastic voice sounds behind them.

‘I might have an idea!’

Lucifer sighs and gives Chloe an unimpressed look before he shifts slightly in his seat to look at her daughter.

‘Alright, but only because your mum lacks creativity like a sober Faulkner.’

Trixie walks around the couch and comes to stand in front of them, a mischievous smile on her face.

‘Please don’t tell me it’s a unicorn on the cheek,’ Lucifer huffs, taking another gulp of Chloe’s wine.

‘It’s not,’ she assures him and holds out her iPad for him to see. It’s a doodle of a small, fluffy goat with pink fur. ‘I was thinking something more… permanent.’ With the hand that’s not holding her tablet, Trixie pats a spot on the left side of her upper chest.

Lucifer slowly removes the wine glass from his lips, and the sheer horror on his face makes Chloe snort with laughter.

He stares at the small, inarguably adorable drawing like it’s a personal insult, glances down at his chest with dread, and looks back to Trixie.

‘You little Devil,’ Lucifer grumbles, but there’s no trace of hostility in his voice. If anything, he sounds a little impressed. He grabs Trixie’s iPad from her outstretched hand and studies the pink kawaii buck for a second, as if he’s seriously considering saying yes to the deal.

Eventually, he sighs. ‘I’m in.’

‘Lucifer-’ Chloe immediately begins to protest. He’s not gonna win this bet, and she knows how downright intolerable he’ll be when he’ll have to get a cute, chubby animal—one that, to him, represents mockery and misconception—tattooed onto his skin. She's tired already, just thinking about all the whining she'd have to deal with.

But it’s too late. Her boyfriend and daughter shake hands, and the deal is settled.

Chloe palms her face.

‘Wait, what do you get if you actually manage to… whatever it is this time?’ Trixie asks, her small hand still clasped in Lucifer’s.

Chloe looks up at him, heat creeping up her cheeks. Their eyes meet shortly before he looks back to her daughter, visibly conflicted.

‘Eh…’

It’s not so much a word as it is a breathy, high-pitched sound, partly stuck in his throat. But it’s answer enough for Trixie.

‘Forget I asked,’ she quickly says, her face scrunched up in disgust. ‘I’ll be in my room.’

She takes her iPad back and leaves them alone on the couch.

‘So, I guess it’s tit or tat, then,’ Lucifer remarks with a chuckle, glancing down at Chloe’s chest.

She snorts and smiles, despite herself.

‘But, I mean-’ He grabs the remote and plays the scene a third time.

He must not see the same utterly absurd and almost comically impossible stunt she (still) sees, because he leans down and whispers in her ear, ‘Better start rehearsing your lines, Detective.’

Chloe shakes her head at him and snuggles closer to his body.

*

‘You’re lucky I like your mother,’ Lucifer mumbles as the needle pinches ink into his chest.

He’d driven off in a ‘cheap’ Porsche this morning and returned eight hours later, looking like he’d literally been fed to the wolves and with no Porsche.

‘Hey honey,’ she’d greeted him, hiding her smirk behind her cup of tea. ‘How’d it go?’

He’d answered with a grunt, blamed the Germans for making their cars too ‘praktisch’ and the Italians for not making theirs fast enough (he’d controlled for variables) and finally concluded it was all his dad’s fault because He ‘created that pesky gravity’.

Then he’d handed her an ornate, black business card and looked at her as if he’d picked his own casket.

Chloe had bit her cheek and hugged him before driving all three of them to the high-end tattoo parlour he’d requested.

‘You okay there?’ she asks him, letting him grip her hand tighter. The fact that he isn’t feeling any actual pain—‘any physical pain, Detective!’—makes his wincing all the more pathetic. Still, she feels a little bad for him.

‘No.’ He bends his neck to peer down at his chest, and pouts. ‘I’m not.’

Trixie grins beside him. ‘I think it looks cool!’

‘Of course, you do. You’re a twelve-year-old girl.’

The smile on Trix’ face turns into a smirk. ‘A twelve-year-old who girl you lost a bet to.’

Sighing deeply, Lucifer turns his head to scowl at her like she’s his annoying little sister and not the stepdaughter he’d go to the ends of the universe for.

‘It’ll be gone in a few months,’ Chloe reminds him, earning her a funny look from the tattoo artist.

The muscle in Lucifer’s jaw ticks. ‘It’s not even finished yet and I already hate it more than I ever did my bloody wings! How am I supposed to endure this… horned cotton candy for months?’

Chloe takes a deep breath. She brought this on herself. She knew she shouldn’t have made that bet with him. She knew he’d be an insufferable drama queen.

She also knows, after hours of hearing him moan, that he’s not gonna shut up about ‘deceitful special effects’ and ‘useless laws of physics’, much less the ‘vile, little creature marring his muscled chest’. Not unless she does something.

So Chloe does something.

For the second time in her life, she gets naked in—and out of a hot tub.

‘No moaning, then,’ she tells him, giving him a stern look.

Lucifer looks her up and down in awe and hunger, dark eyes lingering on the tiny red bikini he knows she’ll take off in a matter of seconds. ‘Now, there’s a promise I can’t keep.’

‘About the wager,’ she clarifies, but he’s not listening.

With a sigh, Chloe sinks into the hot, bubbling water, loosens her bikini top, and gets into character.

She is never, ever betting with the Devil again.

[babiekeiji]

Yamaguchi is so underated,,,, I'll take anything. First date hc's, crush hc's, whatever you have in mind idc,,,,,just show him some love,,,, thabk you

omg man at this point anything tadashi is priority on the list

Gravity (Always Brings Me Back To You) — Yamaguchi Tadashi

You’ve known Yamaguchi your whole life

No, it’s not that whole cliché your-parents-are-best-friends trope nor is it that boy-next-door type of friendship

You’re Tsukishima’s best friend!!!

So after Yamaguchi starts hanging out with Tsukishima, the three of you instantly become inseparable

The summer before high school starts, and all three of you are attending Karasuno

You spend most of your summer outside of Japan, living your best life

Tsukishima doesn’t even bother asking how you’re doing, he just asks you to bring him back food

Yamaguchi, however, texts you everyday and always asks how you are and what you’ve been up to; probably sends pictures of Tsukishima and him everyday

Always up to greet you good morning and good night, always mentions how much he misses your company and that hanging around with Tsukki w/o you just isnt the same

Though you look at Yamaguchi as a friend, you can’t help but feel special whenever he mentions that he wants you back in their company

You don’t see each other until the first day of high school, and boy

Tadashi???? Has gone from boy to MAN

The amount this dude has grown over the summer is just?????? You used to be at par in terms of height, now he’s a whole 12000 feet taller than you

His features are a lot more prominent too not that you’re complaining

But this obviously is like the grounds for when you start thinking of Yamaguchi Tadashi as a man

These days as you hang out with Tadashi alone you really, really get to take a good look at his face, and wow—his face isn’t “that bad”

One time on the way home Kei had ditched the two of you since his mother picked him up

So it was just the two of you walking home alone; it was still fun even without Kei

He held your hand the whole way home; and though you didn’t know what that meant you still got butterflies just thinking that Yamaguchi Tadashi, man candy, Mr Good Looking, held hour hand and was conscious of doing it—wanted to do it too

Though with Tadashi suddenly hitting puberty also comes new feelings and perspectives for him

So the day Tadashi suddenly starts distancing himself from you you’re left confused and anxious

What did I do wrong? He seems fine whenever he’s around Tsukishima...have I changed ever since I came back?

Despite the sudden distance Tadashi never forgets to let you know he still cares

Buys you that bread you like from the caf whenever you forget to bring your lunch

Helps you study sometimes

Walks you home when Tsukishima can’t be bothered to

Lends you his jacket

But always looks away when you make eye contact

Stops talking to you outside of school (unless its for homework)

Gets awkward whenever you talk to Tsukishima and him

And you just can’t figure out why he’s being like this

So you decide to distance yourself too and start hanging around Yachi and Hinata instead of Tsukishima and Yamaguchi

But of course, we can always count on the reliable Tsukishima Kei, jack of all trades, master of none to patch things up when he’s tired of your bullshit

One day Tsukishima invites you over to his place

And of course you go, because you nd tsukki are still good friends

You do nothing but laze around with him the whole afternoon

Suddenly he pipes, “What is up with you and Yamaguchi? It’s starting to annoy me how distant you guys are being”

You give him a pointed look. “Nothing is going on between the two of us,” you sigh, and its only then that you realize how much you miss the freckled boy, “Yamaguchi just doesn’t like me anymore, I guess.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes, “You got that right.”

“Y’know if you invited me over just to insult me I might as well leave,” you stay sternly, and suddenly Kei is panicking, “I don’t know what the fuck you and Tadashi have been up to these days but if it’s shit like this then maybe I’m glad to have left the two of you alone.”

“What the fuck,” he says, and chases after you as you leave, “No, yn, jesus—yamaguchi just had some feelings he needs to sort out”

“He didn’t have to put that on me”

“Can you stop being difficult”

“No, let me go, I wanna go home”

“You literally live right next door”

“Exactly, I wanna go home”

“Hey.”

You turn to look him in the eye and soften once you realize he’s actually pleading for you to stay

“Listen to me,” he explains. “You can go home and be a brat and bitch and moan all you want—”

“i WILL”

“—but remember this,” he continues, “Yamaguchi has good reason for trying to avoid you...for now. He just needs to sort some of his feelings out.”

“Well, whatever feelings they are,” you pull your hand from his grasp, “you can tell him I don’t care about them at all.”

Great, you think to yourself, I’ve made things awkward for me, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima now.

One day you’re coming back from lunch with Yachi, and you make eye contact with Yamaguchi in the hallways

He tries his best to wave to you in the least bit of effort to say hey, we’re still friends—but realizes it might be too late when it’s you who finally decides to look away first

From that point on just tries his absolute best to reconcile with you

Leaves you little candies on your desk before school starts

Sometimes little notes like “You’re beautiful!” And “I love seeing you happy :)”

One day a note comes that says “You’re still my best friend” and you just start bawling

You just don’t know what you did wrong and you miss your friends

That same afternoon, when everyone leaves and it’s only you left to pack up in the classroom, Yamaguchi approaches you (albeit quite cautiously)

“Hey,” he starts, and it’s obvious he’s flustered by the way he rubs his nape, “Can we talk?”

“Oh,” you scoff, still keeping your stuff, “You wanna talk to me now?”

“Yn,” he calls, and looks you right in the eye as he says, “Don’t make this any harder than it’s supposed to be.”

“Motherfucker this is supposed to be hard on YOU??????????? you left ME, Tadashi! Remember that!!”

“Which is why I’m trying to make amends!” He explains, hands flailing nowhere. “Please. Let me explain.”

You look to the clock. It’s 5:25 pm.

“You have five minutes of my time.”

“You don’t need to worry,” he replies, “I only need two.”

lowkey your heart was THROBBING LIKE WHEN DID THIS SOCIALLY AWKWARD BOY LEARN TO MAKE MOVES LIKE DET DMFMFKEOWKE

“Ever since you came back home from Bali, or the Bahamas—wherever you went for summer—I started to look at you differently,” he starts, “I...I thought you were glowing, and suddenly every feature of yours was just so attractive to me I couldn’t handle it.

And you know, being without you for almost three months just made me realize that I really do like your company, and your stupid laugh and your lame jokes—it made me realize that I needed you in my life, yn. But all these feelings were just so weird—how could I be seeing my childhood best friend like the most beautiful person on earth?

So i tried to run away from them; I tried to run away from them by running away from you, in all hopes that they’d pass and we could go back to normal. But obviously; I was wrong. Being away from you just made my heart grow fonder, because whenever I saw you laugh I just thought to myself, that could have been something so good with me.

I like you, yn,” he states with all confidence he can muster, his olive tan skin glowing as it bathes in the evening sun, freckles dancing on the apples of his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose, and in that exact moment you can’t help but wonder how even after all this time, Yamaguchi Tadashi is the sweetest man of all. “I like you enough to think I actually love you.”

You blink; you feel like you’re about to cry.

Yamaguchi looks towards the clock, looks back to you and shrugs, “I’m sorry. I took three minutes.” He looks to you for a few moments before he clicks his tongue, and looks away. “Yeah, that’s all. You have every right to be mad at me, by the way—”

“Tadashi.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widen, and a blush now develops on the apples of his cheeks, but Yamaguchi doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and bring your lips to his.

Everything about Tadashi is just as you remembered; his cologne still smells like him, his skin soft and bouncy to the touch, his hair still the same smooth it once was, and Tadashi’s lips taste just like the ice cream you had when you first held his hand

Though a lot about Yamaguchi Tadashi has changed, you know in your heart that he’s still the same, sweet boy he always was.

He pulls away, but not exactly; his lips are still on yours, eyes still closed, his face close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin,

“I love you, yn,” he mumbles against your lips, “I want you to be mine,” he kisses,

“Today,” another,

“Tomorrow,” another,

“And all the days after that...”

Needless to say, that same afternoon Tadashi’s lips are swollen and his chest almost physically hurts from the fast beating of his heart,

But that’s okay, since he’s headed home with a heart and a hand full of you, you, only you.

[marauders70s]

a collection of dumb hp-p&r text memes

dumbledore, gesturing: could a depressed person make this???

mcgonagall: your hand is literally rotting off

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harry: sometimes I feel like arguing with you is like arguing with the sun.

hermione: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I AM SUPER CHILL ALL THE TIME.

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pansy: you look awful

draco: what up bitch i just ran a 5k

pansy: really?

draco: no i threw up blood in the shower

pansy: that fight with potter really got ya down huh

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harry: hey ron are you okay

ron, wearing the locket, staring straight ahead at a tree: yeah i'm fine it's just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I'm always tired.

harry: hermione it's your turn

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sirius, at any minor convenience: everything hurts and i'm dying

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goyle: I once knew a guy for seven years and never learned his name. best friend i ever had. we still never talk sometimes, because he's dead.

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oliver: sometimes you gotta do a little work so you can ball a lot.

mcgonagall: that is incorrect

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james, during house arrest: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

lily, from the couch: oops

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snape, at a christmas dinner: I can still smell her hair at night

dumbledore, pouring a generous amount of mulled wine: Put some alcohol in your mouth to block the words from coming out.

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ron: hermione, i'm not using your color coded talking planner

hermione: we need to get good grades on our OWLs!

ron: there's nothing that could motivate me to use it

hermione: well, there's nothing we can't do if we work work hard, never sleep, and shirk from all other responsibilities in our lives.

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harry: Professor, I wanna go home early. Ooh, hold on actually, hang on. Yeah, no, I wanna quit and never come here again.

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ron: i'm going to tell you all my secrets

hermione: you don't have to do that

ron: I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks

ron: I didn't actually break charlie's wand all the way I just hid it and forgot where

ron: I don't know who scrimgeour is and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

ron: when they have 2 sickles a scoop on salamander eyes i'm not sure where the rest of the salamander goes

ron: when i was a baby fred turned my teddy into a spider and i got so scared my mum took me to a mindhealer and they wrote a textbook about me

ron: i once threw a garden gnome so hard that it hit my sister in the face and began attacking her

hermione, looking up from her book: what did ginny do?

ron: she bit it and it ran off.

hermione: classic

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severus: no matter what i do nothing bad can happen to me. i'm like a white wizengamot official who pretended they were mind-controlled after the fall of the dark lord

lucius: I resent that

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sirius: thank merlin my great uncle alphard just died so I am fluuuuusheeeeeed with galleeeeooonsss

remus: I'm going to regret this flatshare

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seamus: i passed up a gay halloween party to see this troll. Do you know how much fun gay Halloween parties are? Last year I saw three Peverell Brothers make out with three Viktor Krums. It was amazing.

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luna: We need to remember what's important in life. Friends, unpredictable creatures, and school. Or unpredictable creatures, friends, school. It doesn't matter. But school is third.

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tom riddle: I totally hear you, but I also don't like what you're saying. So if you say no, I will release a giant snake in the bathroom

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luna: would you like some -

hermione: no! I am going to run for minister of magic someday, so no, thank you. I mean, not that I haven't - I ate a brownie once at quidditch cup party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any potions in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie.

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sirius: do i look like the kind of person who drinks water

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neville: flying is the worst. I know it keeps you healthy, but merlin, at what cost?

ron: okay, you don't have to join the pick up game -

neville: no no i want to be included. i'll come

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james: What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring really loudly at me.

sirius: that's not right

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mcgongall: I think you’ve got several options. They’re all terrible…but you have them.

peter: this career counseling session is getting a bit intense

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neville: how are you handling the...breakup...

ginny: I’m gonna buy some sweat pants and a Gilderoy Lockhart novel. Might as well lean into it.

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dumbledore, in the staff room, extremely intoxicated: Who hasn’t had gay thoughts?

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james: Goodbye, Lily Evans, my head girl partner. Hello, Lily Potter, my fallopian princess.

lily: i should have never married you. or at least made you wear a condom

james: what's a-

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sprout: I’m a simple lesbian. I like pretty, dark-haired women, and man-killing plants.

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sirius: A couple more rules: if you ever read a sad book, you have to wear mascara so we can see whether or not you’ve been crying. There’s no noise allowed on Mondays. And no magic after breakfast.

peter: er i'm sorry this was the dorm assigned to me...

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remus: Hogwarts Library is headed by the most diabolical, ruthless bureaucrat I’ve ever seen. She's like a death eater but instead of avada kedavra and crucio she uses shame and shhhing.

james: she wouldn't let him into the restricted section without a note

remus, choking back tears: I AM A PREFECT

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pansy: I have never flown the high road. But I tell other people to ‘cause then there’s more room for me on the low road.

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hermione: If I had a stripper’s name, it would be Equality. for house elves and all beings.

ron: if i had a stripper's name it would be sugar striped candy pole for my -

harry: hermione, DON'T -

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sir cadogen: You know, in the 1880’s, there were a few years that were pretty rough and tumble here at Hogwarts. This depicts kind of a famous fight between Morpheus Rane, a prefect in Slytherin house, and Wilhemena Batlock, a Hufflepuff seventh year. The original title of this painting was ‘A Lively Fisting.’ But y’know, they had to change it for…obvious reasons.

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bellatrix, in the afterlife: i regret nothing. the end.

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harry: I don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.

tofty: I'm sorry but you WILL have to repeat your history of magic OWL

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james: Lucky for me, I’ve processed all my feelings. And I’ve gone through the five stages of grief - Denial, anger, picking on Peter, cat adoption, reckless dueling, cat returning to the adoption place, reading all Martin Miggs books in the series (what i was picking on peter for actually), and not giving a flying fuck.

remus: you can't say fuck

james: oh great i'm going to have to start the process all over again.

remus: peter, you'd better run

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dudley: I’m allergic to magic candy. Every time I eat more than 80 sweeties I barf.

fred: how about...81

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sirius: I’ll have a glass of your most expensive red wine mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine served in a dog bowl. Silly straws all around, please.

remus: this is why we can't date in public

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neville: I’m gonna get drunk and then I’m gonna order a three course meal where each course is made of dessert.

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arthur: I promised myself I was not going to cry tonight, and I’ve already broken that promise five times. But I will not break it a sixth.

bill: dad maybe you shouldn't give a toast while fleur's family is still here

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gilderoy: I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I’m doing it really, really well.

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pansy: Use him. Abuse him. Lose him. That’s the Parkinson motto.

draco: I thought the Parkinson motto is don't look at me you whore.

pansy: the motto is really more like a chapter book.

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harry: You’re ridiculous and pureblood rights is nothing.

voldemort: wow

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tonks: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

sirius: cheers i'll drink to that

remus: put. the bowl. down.

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eh, and just one for the road: “I wonder who else was born in Eagleton. Voldemort, probably.” – Leslie Knope

[fydream]

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a/n: hi yes! another differently formatted chapter! word count is 2.2k, so it’s not that long. also this semi-proof read sorry (meaning i did proof reading and editing while writing it but i didnt give it one last over view.. again, sorry) hope u like it! :D 

You sigh as you swing your legs back and forth from the countertop you were sitting on. Currently, you, Renjun, Chenle, and Jeno were all at Hyuck's house hanging out. Your sigh catches the attention of Renjun which prompts him to ask "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." You say, trying to brush it off.

He furrows his eyebrows. "It's not nothing. If it's bothering you this much why don't we talk about it?"

You pout at him, hoping he'll pick up a sign that you don't want to, but still he insists that you tell him what's wrong.

"Well.." You mumble. "Jisung said he wanted to talk to me tonight.."

"Sorry, what?" Renjun asks. "I didn't hear you."

"Jisung said.. he wanted to meet up to explain everything." You say, a little louder this time.

"Jisung what?!" Renjun exclaims, getting the attention of everyone else in the room.

You sigh in defeat as you watch Jeno tense at the name of his ex-friend.

"What's this about Jisung?" Jeno asks.

"Nothing." You mumble, trying to find something else to talk about.

"No no, it's okay. I won't be upset." Jeno reassures. "What about Jisung?"

"He wanted to clear up a few things with me." You answer, glancing at the clock propped up on Hyuck's kitchen wall.

Donghyuck seems to notice how fast your eyes move and asks "Tonight?"

"Yeah. In like an hour or so actually." You confirm.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Renjun asks you.

"Well.. yeah. I kinda want an explanation."

"Are you sure?" Chenle asks. "Like, one hundred percent sure?"

"Yeah?" You nod, confused on why they seemed so concerned with you meeting up with Jisung again.

"Why?" He asks.

"I literally just told you why." You answer, annoyance prominent in your voice.

"Okay." Chenle says, backing off, hands raised in defense.

"Do you, uh, need a ride?" Donghyuck asks, hoping to clear the air a bit.

"Yeah, sure." You agree, hopping off the kitchen counter. It takes him back a little, he wasn't expecting that kind of response, especially that quickly.

"Oh, uhh, now?" He asks as he watches walk towards his hallway.

"Uh, yeah?" You say as he looks at his two friends and his boyfriend confusingly. They shrug in response. You can hear Chenle say "Hey man, you offered to drive. Not us."

You pause in between the end of the hallway and the entrance to the kitchen to watch the four boys start to quarrel.

"Jeno, you'll come with me, right?" Donghyuck asks and Jeno shoots him a look.

"Are you insane?" Jeno responds. "I don't wanna talk to him."

"You're not going to talk to him. Y/n is."

"Okay, then I don't want to see him."

"Fine." Donghyuck scoffs, before turning his head to look at Renjun and Chenle who were already saying no.

"What are you gonna do?" He asks them.

"We're gonna watch your house. Duh." Chenle responds.

"Actually. They're gonna watch your house." Renjun corrects, pointing at Jeno and Chenle. "I'm going to watch Chenle."

"Whaaat!! That's not fair!" He protests.

"I trust Jeno more than you." Renjun retorts back.

Donghyuck sighs in defeat. "Fine. Just don't do anything stupid." He says, turning to walk towards you and you can see the three boys cheer behind him. It causes you to giggle, and Donghyuck is just happy you're happy.

Once out of his house and into his car he asks you where you're going. You tell him not to worry and that you'll just give him the directions on how to get there. It only worries him more.

"I dunno y/n. It seems kinda sketch."

"Listen I know you don't trust the guy, but you trust me, right?" You ask.

"Yeah.."

"Then trust me, that it'll be okay."

"Okay." He sighs. "You lead the way."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Donghyuck asks as you step out of the passenger seat to his car.

"Yeah. I'm sure." You sigh.

"Okay.. Just. Call me if you need me. I'll be nearby, okay?"

"I'll be fine, Hyuck. Don't worry."

"Whatever you say.." He mumbles before rolling up his window and driving away.

Walking to the only other human like figure around you, you start to wonder if Jisung is really worth your time. Sure you missed the time you spent together, all the hours in the library studying and having stupid debates over the simplest things like, the best ice cream flavor, or how to write the number eight. Yeah you missed it, but was it really worth going back to? You could do these with anyone, even the new friends you've made so far this year. But for some reason, it was different with Jisung.

Maybe it's because you did like him. Or maybe it's because he was really different from your other friends. Yes you love Hyuck, and Renjun, and Chenle to death but it was nice having someone else to talk to, someone who didn't know everything about you, someone you could make different memories with.

"You came.." He says. It's not loud, but it's not quiet either. It's enough to snap you out of your thoughts though.

"Yeah." You nod. "I wanna know.. the truth. And only the truth."

"Do you promise to believe me?" He asks.

You don't respond for a second, you just stare at him with a blank face. You can tell that his eyes are shaky and you can't tell if he's about to cry or not.

"I don't want to make a promise I can't keep."

Needless to say, you could practically feel Jisung's heart shatter.

"Okay." He nods. "Where do you want me to start?"

"I don't know? The beginning?"

"Oh.. Right." He mumbles. "Well um.. You- You see.. It started like- uhm- like."

"So are you gonna tell me or are you just going to keep stalling?"

"Uhh."

"I mean. I can wait, I do have all night for your information." You spit, crossing your arms. "Do you? Or do you have another date planned after this? Y'know, one where you lied to another other girl too?"

"I- What? I don't have another 'date' after this.." He defends. "I've.. I've been alone for the past month and a half.. What are you talking about?"

"So I've heard."

"Look." Jisung sighs, you notice that he looks tired. "I don't wanna fight. Can we just start over?"

"Okay Park Jisung, we can do whatever you want." You scoff. "Hi! I'm y/n l/n, I came to have a conversation. Are we going to have one, or not?"

"You want me to start at the beginning?" He yells. "Fine then! I'll start at the beginning. I'll tell you whatever the fuck you wanna hear!"

"It's true! In the beginning of the school year I was bored and was looking for someone to date. But then I met you! And you were different!"

"Oh yeah? Well I bet you tell that to every girl you meet!" You yell back at him.

Ignoring what you said, Jisung decides to continue. "For some reason something clicked with you. I don't know what it was and I don't remember when, but something just clicked. You really were different. I started enjoying your company a lot more and everything just felt right.. around you."

"This is bullshit." You mumble before turning to walk away. Part of you didn't want to leave because you knew what he was talking about, something clicking. The other part of you decided that this was probably all a lie. "If he's lied to me before he'll do it again." You think trying to convince yourself to leave.

"I'm sorry, Jisung." You sigh. "I really want to believe you, trust me, I do. But you've told me things before.. and you lied to me about them. So who's to say that you aren't lying to me right now?"

There's no response. He just looks at you and you can see the small bits of hope leave his eyes. "Okay." You sigh with a nod before turning to leave. You get pretty far away when you hear him yell your name in attempt to get you to stop walking away from him. "Before you go.. can I please just tell you something?"

You let out a tired sigh. "What is it?"

"You don't have to believe me." He starts. "But you remember that night we spent together? The one right here? In this exact spot?"

You nod. "You mean the night that you lied to me?"

Your words sting, but he decides to continue anyways, trying his best to not show how much that hurt him.

"I meant everything I said that night.. All those words I said were true y'know.." He whispers. "I miss you."

"I miss seeing how your eyes lit up.. And I miss seeing your smile.. I still see it every now and then, but it's not directed at me and it just hurts. I miss our silly disagreements and how we'd drag them on for what felt like ages. I miss driving you home because even though they were silent drives I felt safe and comfortable with you there. It didn't have to be loud like when I drove around with my other friends. I miss the little dates we went on, and ye-yes you'll never hear me say it again but they were all dates. I miss that day at the mall.. before everything went down. Do you remember?" He asks.

You nod again. This time it's smaller and more subtle.

"Y'know.. That's the day I started realizing I liked you." He admits.

Closing your eyes you whisper, "Stop talking."

But he doesn't listen. He just continues.

"You were playing some dumb game.. I don't remember if it was a claw machine or ski ball but it was something.. You were so focused. You even stuck your tongue out a little.. you got so into it."

"Stop talking." You say again, louder this time.

"You looked so pretty.." He sighs. "And you were so excited when we raised enough tickets to get a bag of candy for ourselves. They kicked us out because we sat on the air hockey table, remember? I don't know if they'll ever let us back in there, but it was fun while it lasted." He laughs.

"I said stop talking!" You practically yell, turning to face towards him.

"Why?" He asks, giving you a sad look.

"Because I don't want to remember that day." You sigh.

"Why?" He asks again.

"I don't wanna say why."

He takes a step closer to you. "You can tell me anything."

You sigh in defeat.

"Did you feel it too?" You ask him and he nods.

"So you know?"

"I do."

"Then why do I have to say it?" You ask.

"Because if you say it, then it's like you're accepting the truth."

"I don't like how you know what I feel." You mumble to yourself as he takes another step closer.

"What if I don't.. say it?" You ask.

"Then just give me a sign." He says.

"Do you miss me?" He asks. By this point the sun has gone done, and if weren't only you two here you probably wouldn't have heard him.

You nod. "I do."

"Are you mad at me?" He asks.

You nod again. "I am."

"That's okay." He says. "I understand."

This time, you take a step back.

"Do you wanna be mad at me?"

Instead of responding this time, you ask, "Why do you get to ask all of the questions?"

"I never said you couldn't ask any." He says while you shoot him a glare.

"Okay then." You start, deciding you were going to play this little game with him. Taking a step forward you ask, "Why did you choose me?"

He shrugs. "I dunno. You were new."

You scoff at his response. "Predictable."

Thinking of a better question to ask him, you say, "How can I believe you?"

"You can't." He responds. "You just have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

"I do."

He nods.

"Okay."

"Do you trust me?" You ask him, breaking the pattern you two have created.

"I do." He says, echoing your answer.

You nod.

"Okay."

"So.. What now?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"What do we do now?"

"Ah." You sigh. "That's what you meant."

"Well.. Yeah." He says. "I don't know if you know this but.. this is the closet we've been ever since.. what happened. Yet it's still the furthest we are from each other."

"Can you just shut up, for once?" You ask, voice playful in tone.

Jisung hears it and he gives you a small smile, liking the sudden change in atmosphere. "I dunno.. Will I?" He jokes.

"You're silly." You say, while a smile starts to form shortly after.

"..Can we start over?" He asks, and you can tell he's being serious.

He looks scared. Nothing like the same boy who you saw just a second ago, the one who was starting to be comfortable with you again.

"I'd understand if you didn't want to. Or if you don't want anything to do with me anymore after this. I just thought.. it'd be the right thing to ask."

"Do you promise not to break my heart?" You ask.

"Only if you promise not to break mine." He responds with a smile.

"No promises." You say, grabbing his hand and interlocking it with yours.

"Hey!" He exclaims. "You can't do that!"

"Yes I can. I just did."

"I'll take this as a yes then?" He asks, a giggle following afterwards.

"Yeah. You can take this as a yes."

✰ how to be a heartbreaker

↳ so what happens when park jisung, the school’s infamous fuckboy runs into the new girl at school? out of boredom he decides it’ll be fun to have someone new to play with, but little does he know, she’s learning how to be a heartbreaker.

[jimjamthehorrorman]

Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

[creedslove]

For the ship meme, can I request Victor and Me/Male Reader? 😍 I know you M/M isn't your thing to write about, so it's okay if not. No specifics if you can. 😁

Hey there hun! I hope you like it... I couldn't do it yesterday because I've had a horrible migraine, but here it is!

General:

• How long will they last? -

Well this is Victor we are talking about, he's spent his entire life looking for a mate and he is never letting go of you, as he is terrified of being alone again

• How quickly did/will they fall in love? -

Very fast, at first it was the attraction, something was drawing him to you, and he made sure to pretend it was just sexual and nothing else, he didn't admit he could just go and fall in love with someone like that, as a normal person would. He is very touch starved too, so from moment one he tasted the affection he immediately wanted more 

• How was their first kiss? -

Rough and intense, it was like Victor throwing you against the wall and holding your by the neck kind of kiss 

Wedding:

• Who proposed? -

Victor did. He still sort of considers wedding frails thing but well, he wanted to please you 

• Who is the best man/men? -

Logan and your best friend too 

• Who did the most planning? -

You planned. Victor paid for it.

• Who stressed the most? -

You did and Victor got angry at you being stressed out all the time 

• How fancy was the ceremony? -

It was elegant and simple, not many people and not a big party as Victor wouldn't be comfortable with having to put up with a lot of noises and smell, and let's be honest he couldn't care less about the ceremony as he is already thinking of the honeymoon 

Sex:

• Who is on top? -

Victor is. He is dominant and you will always be his little slut, unless he wants you to sit on his face or ride his cock

• Who is the one to instigate things? -

You both do. You just can't keep your hands off each other as you get constantly turned on by one another

• How healthy is their sex life? -

Super healthy, at least a quicky every day

• How kinky are they? -

Super fucking kinky oh my god Victor can never get enough

• How long do they normally last? -

Victor can last literally for hours, but he respects your boundaries and limits as you don't have a healing like he does

• Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

Victor likes to overstimulate you, but you also make sure to have him cumming all over all the time whenever you can 

• How rough are they in bed? -

Victor can be very rough, but again, he knows you don't heal like he does and you don't have super strength so he never crosses the line 

• How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

Victor is a giant, furry and purring pillow. He never admits it but he loves to cuddle, mostly back, head and belly scratches

Children:

• How many children will they adopt? -

If it is up to Victor you will have a big pack, he wants cubs so you will have to talk things through

• Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

You do. Victor isn't grossed out about that, but he is really scared he could hurt the cub with his claws, so you take the job 

• Who is the stricter parent? -

You are. Victor is the I'll-give-you-ice-cream-before-dinner-just-because kind of parent 

• Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

You both do, as he worries a lot about his family's safety

• Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Victor does, because let's be honest if he isn't the one to sneak in some candy, you'll be forcing the kids to eat VEGETABLES

• Who is the more loved parent? -

 You both are, but well, you can't purr like daddy Victor can 

• Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? -

Both of you 

• Who cried the most at graduation? -

You did, Victor was just as broken, but he is good at hiding things 

• Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -

Victor of course. It doesn't even have to law problems. Did the kids scratch the furniture? He will tell you HE DID IT so the cubs will get away with it 

Cooking:

• Who does the most cooking? -

Victor does, he is really good at cooking and he hates when you leave *his* kitchen a huge mess 

• Who is the most picky in their food choice? -

Also Victor. His senses make him very sensitive to tastes/smells so he makes sure to pick the seasoning and quality of food really carefully 

• Who does the grocery shopping? -

You do. Victor HATES supermarkets with passion

• How often do they bake desserts? -

Never. Vic isn't really good at baking, so you guys regularly go to your favorite bakery together to have a cute date while you feast on cakes and other desserts

• Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -

I don't even need to answer that, right? 

• Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -

Victor of course!! That man knows how to spoil 

• Who is more likely to suggest going out? -

You are. Victor likes to stay home most of the time 

• Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -

Neither. Victor is very good at cooking and you are reasonable at it

Chores:

• Who cleans the room? -

To be honest Victor hires someone to do it, he's got tons of money, so why not?

• Who is really against chores? -

Neither of you, you like your home organized and clean

• Who cleans up after the pets? -

You do. He gets extremely grumpy because he is jealous of the attention your pets get, so if you want to have it, fine, you deal with it 

• Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? -

None of you, someone else cleans the home 

• Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? -

Victor, but mostly because he doesn't like other people in his home 

• Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? -

While cleaning?! Neither of you, but while napping, definitely Victor 

Misc:

• Who takes the longer showers/baths? -

You guys only take longer showers when you are having shower sex 

• Who takes the dog out for a walk? -

Again, you do. Victor gets grumpy because of jealousy 

• How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -

You do it together, you usually have a good time, and of course end up having sex 

• What are their goals for the relationship? -

Mates forever 

• Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -

Victor and his 12 hour cat naps 

• Who plays the most pranks? -

You can try, but Victor will probably claw you to death as he HATES pranks

_____

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hey, would you write Keith getting an accidental haircut because of Lance? I'll leave the circumstances up to you! Thank you!

Well, after that last angst fest, this one was so happy to write. I had so much fun with it and I hope you were excited for some Uncle Kuro with Lance. The two of them together is recipe for disaster. Thanks nonny for the prompt! Enjoy!

x.V.x

              “Actually, I think this is a bad idea,” Shiro stated, turned around in the door. He saw Keith beam at Shiro before launching himself back into Shiro’s arms.

              Behind Keith, Kuro and Lance both sighed dramatically. Lance shook his head, pretending to scowl at Shiro while Kuro rolled his eyes. Just as Keith was cuddling into Shiro’s neck, Kuro had plucked the four-year-old out of Shiro’s arms and into his. Keith pouted for a brief second at the loss of contact with his dad but settled for his uncle. Eventually, he squirmed to get down, before toddling after Lance with a grin.

              Shiro looked betrayed at how quickly Keith had forgotten about him.

              “Oh stop with that pitiful look Takashi.” Kuro snorted, smacking Shiro by the shoulder. Shiro yelped and grabbed his arm before pouting, in a similar to fashion to Keith’s pout. Kuro was beginning to realize where Keith was learning all of his pouts from.  

              That’s dirty Takashi.

              “Keith will be fine with me,” Kuro said, trying to shove his twin brother out of the front door. Shiro struggled and looked over Kuro’s shoulder to see Keith already playing with Lance in the living room. “Lance’s mother – who is not my twin brother might I remind you – trusts her son with me, so you should trust yours with me.”

              Kuro hadn’t meant to sound anything other than playful or sarcastic, but at the guilty look on Shiro’s face, he knew he probably wasn’t. He didn’t mind that Shiro didn’t trust Keith alone with Kuro when he trusted Keith alone with people that Shiro didn’t know his whole freaking life. Like Allura.

              Nope, Kuro wasn’t upset at all.

              Okay, maybe a teeny-tiny bit.

              “Kuro, no, it’s not that I don’t trust you.” Shiro tried to explain, causing Kuro to sigh. He really didn’t want to have this conversation with his brother right now. He’d been having this conversation for two years now. Kuro are you okay? Kuro do you need to see someone? Kuro are your nightmares getting better? Kuro you shouldn’t live alone.

              “I get it baby brother,” Kuro grinned when Shiro rolled his eyes at the nickname. “I wasn’t around a lot to be the big honorary babysitter but I think Keith isn’t gonna get hurt for an hour while you’re gone. I can handle these things you know?” Kuro knew that was a bit harsh, it wasn’t Shiro’s fault or Kuro’s fault that Kuro had missed two years of Keith’s life, and still wasn’t around as often due to therapy and work.

              “Kuro that wasn’t your fault,” Shiro said tightly, gripping Kuro’s shoulders in a fierce grip. Kuro really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. “You’re literally Keith’s favorite uncle,”

              “I’m his only uncle.”

              “And he loves you so much after two years. Keith doesn’t open up to people like that, but he did for you! And I trust you. You should know that.” Shiro said, staring down Kuro until Kuro looked away like a scolded child. “I trust you with my life – with Keith’s, but it’s hard for me to leave Keith alone. Especially this long. He’s my baby.”

              Kuro finally managed to smile at Shiro, as he felt the conversation steer away from where Kuro really didn’t want to go. “Eh, he’ll be fine. But the longer you wait here, the longer you’ll have to keep your baby from his daddy. Now get going! It’s only two days.”

              Shiro chuckled and shook his head. “Alright. Alright. I expect phone calls every three hours or so.”

              “No way. You’ll get them when I remember to call you.”

              “Or else I will be calling you every single hour and if you don’t think I won’t then you better ask mom about the Sleepover of ’09.” Shiro warned with eyes narrowed and smile gleaming. Kuro shuddered knowing full well that the smiles Shiro gave him now were not happy smiles, but threatening smiles. “And I promise to make your life a living hell.”

              Kuro swallowed. Papa Shiro is scary.

              “Thanks for doing this brother! I expect a call by noon!” Shiro waved cheerfully and got into his car. Kuro was still standing in the doorway by the time that Shiro had driven away. By then Lance and Keith had decided to join Keith’s uncle in staring at nothing.

              “Keith, if your uncle is broken, should we get a new one before Daddy Shiro gets back?” Lance finally asked and Keith shrugged.

              “No, but we should go eat.”

x.V.x

              “Alright, so what game should we play before bedtime!” Kuro clapped his hands once dinner was put away and the kitchen cleaned up. He glanced at the clock to see that it was about 7:30 in the evening. He thought that 8 was way too early for a bedtime, but he wasn’t about to face Shiro’s wrath if he let Keith stay up even a minute later.

              “Bedtimes are for babies! We should stay up forever and eat candy.” Lance moaned, flopping onto the couch. Kuro snicked at the kid and high-fived him for his spirt. Keith merely glared at the two and both Lance and Kuro shivered under the glare. That was all Takashi right there.

              “No. Bedtimes are routine and routine is good. You need to sleep or else you’ll be stupid.” Keith announced, causing Lance to gasp dramatically. Kuro laughed and then high-fived his nephew.

              “He’s got a point there.” Kuro nodded. Lance grabbed his chest and looked positively outraged at the response. This earned a giggle from Keith and Kuro scooped his nephew into his arms.

              “Stop switching sides!” Lance whined.

              “Sides? I’m not switching sides at all.” Kuro said innocently, earning a giggle from Keith. He grinned, tickling his nephew’s sides before Lance dramatically dropped his body onto the both of them. Kuro huffed at the weight on him before shifting Lance and Keith.

              “I wanna play barber!” Lance suddenly announced, almost knocking his head into Kuro’s chin. Thanks to fast reflexes from his time in the army, Kuro jerked his chin away just in time to miss a painful hit. He held Lance at arm’s length from himself by the armpits, watching Lance squirm excitedly.

              “Barber? That’s boring!” Keith whined and Kuro was almost inclined to agree.

              “No! You need a haircut and I can be the barber that cuts that atopticy.” Lance argued, crossing his arms over his chest, still away from Kuro and Keith. Keith rolled his eyes but Kuro looked amused at Lance.

              “Atrocity?” Kuro provided, causing Lance to nod vigorously. He gazed down at Keith’s hair, before frowning. He didn’t think it was too awful.

              “Sure, that sounds like fun,” Kuro shrugged and set Lance down. Lance cheered loudly, while Keith grumbled, before racing to his backpack and returning with a set of scissors. One of Kuro’s eyebrows rose. “But only if Keith can give you a haircut,” Kuro said, earning a wicked grin from Keith. For a moment, Lance’s eyes widened and he clutched the scissors to his chest.

              “And no real scissors.” Kuro added.

              “Duh,” Lance rolled his eyes as if Kuro was stupid. “These are pretend scissors since I’m pretending to be a barber. They don’t cut anything, mommy says.”

              “Great!” Kuro clapped his hands. “I’ll make some popcorn and we can take turn getting haircuts!”

x.V.x

              “Keith, honey, it doesn’t look bad at all!”              

              It looked bad.

              So, so bad.

              Like terrible.

              “It’s cute! You look fine.”

              “No, it doesn’t! I look like an ugly seahorse!” Keith screamed from where he was hiding under his bed. Now that image was stuck in Kuro’s head forever and he realized that his nephew did in fact, look like an ugly seahorse.

              “No, no. You look wonderful!” Kuro promised from where he was kneeling at the edge of Keith’s bed. That’s a big fat lie and he knows it. Kuro had only turned his back for sixty seconds in order to make popcorn and when he’d returned, Lance had cut off several inches of Keith’s hair, except right along the middle. That part was still fairly long while the rest of his hair was much shorter.

              Kuro had screamed and demanded to know why Lance was actually cutting Keith’s hair. Which caused Keith to scream and feel his hair before crying under the bed. Then Lance had started crying because he was four-years-old and he thought he was pretending to cut Keith’s hair. Then Kuro was dealing with two crying toddlers and he wanted to cry too.

              “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Lance said, close to tears yet again.

              “Lance, it’s okay. It was an accident.” Kuro sighed tiredly. Shiro and Mama McClain are going to kill me. “I should have double checked that they were fake scissors.”

              “Yeah! Then my hair wouldn’t be ugly!” Keith sniffled from under his bed.

              “Keith, I said I was sorry! It looks fine and we can fix this.” Kuro pleaded, kneeling down to peak under the bed. Keith had managed to curl himself all the way under and into the furthest corner away from Kuro. Normally Kuro would have been impressed but he was worried that Keith was going to make himself sick under the bed in the position that he was in.

              “I liked it long! I like touching it and grabbing it!” Keith cried and Kuro swallowed thickly. He remembered Shiro mentioning Keith having these techniques of calming himself down or things that he often absently did. His hair must have been something that helped Keith and Kuro felt worse than before.

              “I’m sorry Keith, I promise it’ll grow back.”

              “Daddy’s gonna be mad.”

              Ah.

              Kuro laid himself flat on his stomach so that he could see under the entire bed. Keith sniffled for a few more minutes before looking over in surprise upon seeing Kuro under the bed. Kuro smiled before he reached a hand towards Keith.

              “I promise your daddy won’t be mad,” Kuro said softly as Keith finally grabbed his hand. At you, at least.

x.V.x

              Kuro could see Shiro’s eye twitching.

              Slowly he inched towards the door.

              Shiro circled Keith once more and this time his lip twitched.

              Kuro reached for the door.

              “Kuro.” Kuro, Lance, and Keith froze. Shiro smiled at the three of them, and Kuro wanted to cry. That’s not a smile. “What. Happened. To. My. Baby’s. Hair?”

              “Um, well, you see, it’s a funny story.” Kuro rubbed the back of his head nervously. Shiro inched closer to him and Kuro swallowed. “Team-Shiro-Is-Too-Scary…RUN!” Kuro suddenly yelled, startling Shiro. Keith and Lance shrieked with laughter when Kuro had scooped the two of them up into his arms and then bolted out the back door. The two kids laughed happily as they swung in Kuro’s arms, while Kuro was actually desperately running for his life.

              Behind him, he could hear the powerful footsteps of an angry father bent on revenge.

              “Kuroooooooooooooooo!”

              Kuro only ran faster.

x.V.x

              Kuro was not pouting. No way.

              “Don’t worry uncle Kuro, now we match!” Keith grinned as he happily bit into his ice cream sandwich. Kuro was definitely not pouting now, especially when his nephew was adorable.

              He looked over in the mirror, still not pouting, when he caught Shiro’s eye. Shiro grinned and Kuro almost whimpered. Almost.

              Shiro shrugged, accepting a bite of the ice cream sandwich from Keith. Kuro crossed his arms over his chest, definitely still not pouting. All the while, Lance was in awe as he rubbed his hands all over the entirety of Kuro’s full head of white hair.

              “Don’t worry. The white should come out in a couple months.” Shiro said. Now, Kuro was pouting.

[inquisitorhotpants]

I'm seriously so tempted to ask "every character in your new novel" because they're all unfairly attractive but I'll try to limit it to a few. How about... Aiko, Adriana, Shana, and Andrew? Yes, I know that's four. LOOK, THAT'S ALREADY A LOT FEWER THAN ALL OF THEM.

Max: My best friend and my sister. And not me. Andrew: Hey, they have good taste.Carmina: Oh, pros and cons of dating Andrew?  Cons, his pride has no off switch and your shoes might end up splashed in vomit. In fairness, this isn’t really solely him, male Marines are just like that. It’s an inherent character flaw.Max: ... I’m sorry, what? Carmina: “I’m sorry, what, ma’am.” Honestly, Captain. You need to remember proper customs and courtesies.Max: ... Carmina: ...Max: Not in a million years. You may get Andrew to do that, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I do. Carmina: Anyway, so cons.Andrew: Why are you starting with cons?Carmina: He’s an insufferably chirpy morning person. People like that cannot be trusted. Also, zero poker face. Maybe that’s a pro.Andrew: Some pros, please? Carmina: Your butt’s cute. Andrew: Well, obviously.Carmina: And you’re a better cook than me. Oh, he’ll have dinner ready when you get home. Excellent source of arm candy. Max: You two are nauseating.Andrew: Someday, some woman is going to stroll into your life and sucker punch you. I just hope I’m there to see it. Max: Never going to happen. I’m way too busy.Andrew: So who are you bringing to Singleton’s wedding?Max: No one. I barely sleep, let alone socialize.Andrew: You could ask your mother to find you a date. Max: I actually want to have fun at Singleton’s wedding, Kwan. Trust me, the women my mother have suggested would not have fun at a Marine wedding. But thanks for the super helpful advice.

Krys: Someone wants to date Shana!Shana: I hope that someone loves long distance relationships.Krys: Shana is adorable. Crazy smart, way too nice for this family - we’re still not sure how that happened, she can’t even insult people properly but it’s hilarious when she tries. Raina: Her apple crisp is definitely a pro. Oh my god, that shit is fucking delicious.Selene: I don’t know, can you travel with her? That would be a pro if you can.Shana: I mean, you can, but it would be on their own dime, they might be far away depending on where I’m at, I’m working the whole time I’m overseas, so it wouldn’t really be - yes, I wouldn’t do that, I don’t think. Krys: Ah, but she also has quite the way with words. I bet she writes the best letters. You could probably convince her to write longhand to you. Franklin: Shana sends me letters all the time. She doesn’t write to you girls? Selene: Shana, you write to Dad and not me? I am hurt. We were pen pals the whole time you were in college!Shana: ... Franklin: Sorry, Shana-Banana.Shana: Dad.Krys: Pro, you get to find out that she’s still called Shana-Banana at her age.Raina: If she lets you call her Shana-Banana without ... you know, giving you a stern glare, you know she loves you. Selene: Con, she cheats at literally every game ever.Krys: Or you just suck at them.Raina: More likely. Shana’s too nice to cheat.Selene: That’s what she wants you all to think. 

Max: Can I list Adri’s?Kathleen: No, Max, you cannot.Max: Why not?Kathleen: Because I said so.Max: Seriously?Kathleen: Don’t you think that Tyler would know better than you the pros and cons of dating Adriana?Max: No.Kathleen: Honestly, Maximilian. Stop being such a poor sport.Max: Tyler isn’t even here, he’s teaching a class. How about if I don’t, but I call in a second?Kathleen: This isn’t dueling, Max.Adriana: How about I answer for myself? Pros of dating me: I’m gorgeous, well-read, ambitious, and play a mean game of racquetball.Max: By “mean,” she means she’s just going to aim for you.Adriana: Just you, little brother. I also find there’s nothing better than relaxing with someone I love after yet another interminable day, maybe with a drink and a walk on the beach.Max: *singing* “If you like pina coladaaaaaaaas -”Adriana: Pina coladas are disgusting, but then again, your taste in booze is terrible.Max: Booze and beer are not the same thing. My taste in booze is impeccable. Adriana: And I said nothing about getting caught in the rain. That will ruin my hair. I prefer beaches or cabins in the snow. Being cuddled up in a cabin in Switzerland as snow falls outside is sublime.Max: Con, Adri will turn you down if your bank account is too small.Adriana: Lies. Tyler isn’t rich.Max: You shot Williams down so fast I think it broke the sound barrier.Adriana: Max, I was married by the time she asked.Max: Wait, if you hadn’t been, you’d have dated Williams?Adriana: Maybe. I like her. She gives you shit better than I do. Max: Also a con, Adri takes foreverrrrrr to get ready for something.Adriana: Just because I prefer to be put together is not a con. And we can talk about your nighttime routine.Max: Mine still doesn’t take as long as you. Oh, and scary movies will freak her out so much she won’t sleep. And won’t let you sleep.Adriana: Who let my little brother give the cons of dating me? Max: Makes for great pranks, though. That red balloon in your car, that was classic.Adriana: I hate you.Max: Awww, but I love you, big sister!Adriana: If you ruffle my hair I’m going to break your arm.Kathleen: If the two of you do not stop there will be hell to pay at dinner on Sunday. Adriana: Yes, Mother.Max: All right, Mom. 

Aiko: There are no pros to dating me. I don’t date. Too many games I need to finish.Krys: And she’s a charmer, folks!  Also she’s lying, she dates. She just has incredibly high standards, and I really don’t think “ranked higher than me in competitive on Overwatch” is a standard, Aiko.Aiko: That’s because you have no standards, Krys.Krys: I do, too. Mine just aren’t chiseled on stone tablets like some people.Jen: Pros of dating Aiko? Incredibly intelligent, passionate, driven. Very sneaky sense of humor; she’s usually so deadpan you don’t notice it until later. Job security, excellent sense of musicianship -Veronica: Sweetie, it sounds like you’re writing a resume for her. Aiko is lovely and anyone would be lucky to date her.Krys: Sure, if they’re allergic to natural light and prefer to bask in the glow of a monitor. You’ll really get her attention if you’ve just straight up melded with your computer.  Also, no netbook owners need apply, Alienware $7023860723048078234 gaming rig or bust.Aiko: Alienware is totally overpriced, Krys. Any gamer worth their salt builds their own machine.Krys: And no console players.Aiko: They can play consoles. Talented console players are impressive.Krys: And if you chose the synthesis ending on Mass Effect 3, she won’t even talk to you.Aiko: Because there is no reason a grunt should make that decision! That is removing people’s bodily autonomy in some half-assed bullshit excuse to not stick with the mission laid out in the other two games, and frankly the entire thing is absolute fucking nonsense anyway. It should have been destroy, that was the whole point, and they tacked on this idiotic “you kill off the Geth” nonsense to make you feel bad about choosing destroy, and I for one will not stand for it!Veronica: Pro, Aiko is very opinionated.Jen: Con, Aiko is very opinionated.Krys: Aiko is a big ball of angry gaming sunshine with an easily yanked chain. We love her.