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bugsyfics · 4 years ago

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Two Can Be Better Than One

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva

Fandom: BC

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend Fuegoleon and is aroused by the thought of him. When he arrives she’s shocked that he brought a guest by unexpectedly. The guest isn’t leaving and Fuego doesn’t mind sharing.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, masturbation, thigh riding, partner sharing, face sitting, slight hair pulling

Word Count: 1.9k

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You sat next to the fireplace listening to the crackling logs, wondering what Fuego could be up to. You assumed he was probably in his office filling out reports as usual. You wanted nothing more than to see him and your longing for him grew stronger.

You got up and sighed and made your way to your bed thinking of ways to take your mind off of missing him.

After you rid your clothes an idea slipped your mind. You swirled your fingers in your mouth, wetting them and teased your hard nipples. You buried your head into Fuego’s pillow, taking in his spiced scent and rutted yourself into the bed, causing you to whine.

“Mmff—” you groaned as you imagined Fuegoleon’s hands instead of yours touching all over your naked body.

You were a whining mess, lost in the pleasure you were giving yourself. In fact, you were so lost in the moment you didn’t hear faint talking outside your room —or even the bedroom door opening.

“Y/N!” Fuegoleon exclaimed, as he was surprised by the lewdness you were outwardly displaying.

You turned your head quickly but then smirked at your boyfriend, “Fuego, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on m— OH MY GOD!”

Right behind Fuegoleon stood the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Embarrassment was still too far from the word you needed to describe how you felt at that moment. Blush crept up your cheeks and you quickly scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware you were having a guest over,” your face was burning at this point.

Nozel must’ve heard you moaning and saw you literally grinding yourself into you and Fuego’s shared bed. His face said it all, his eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed and all he could do was stare. On the other hand, your boyfriend squinted his eyes and licked his lips clearly enjoying what he saw. But, this obviously was not the right time for that.

“U-um,” Nozel cleared his throat, ”I could always come back tomorrow when you two aren’t busy.”

“No… stay right there…” Fuego spoke as he walked to you and suddenly tore the covers off of your bare body.

“Wha-! What are you doing?!” you squealed.

Fuegoleon diverted his eyes from yours and pointed, “Nozel, sit down.”

Nozel looked to the door but then quickly did what he was told and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace.

“Tell me... what should I do with Y/N, Nozel?” Fuegoleon spoke never looking away from you.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I should lea—”

“You're trying to make me believe you never once thought impurely of Y/N, especially after seeing what she just did,” Fuego chuckled, “What naughty things have you thought of doing to her, Nozel?”

“Tearing off her clothes and relentlessly pounding into her dripping pussy? Pulling her hair back and making her scream your name? Hm?” Fuego hummed and cocked his eyebrow.

“S-sometimes I stare at her and wonder how she would look underneath her tight clothes…” Nozel spoke low, his gaze burning through you.

“Ah, see it wasn’t that difficult,” Fuego smirked and brushed your hair away from your face.

It was humiliating, not only for your boyfriend to uncover you but also ask his friend vulgar questions about you. You looked away from him, upset that he would do something so inappropriate.

“Do you think about those scenarios often… involving my girlfriend?” Fuego questioned Nozel.

“Yes... quite often,�� Nozel responded but fully diverted his attention to you.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll let you have her however you want,” Fuego chuckled, “but first she needs to be punished properly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Fuegoleon pressed his hand against your mouth. He leaned down and his breath fanned your ear.

“I know you want this, Y/N. I bet your dripping, thinking about me giving permission to Nozel to do whatever he wants with this pretty body of yours. I will let him take you however he wants —I’ll make sure he pulls out of course. Do me a favor and be a good girl for me and things will go smoothly.”

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh, “sit.”

You sat down feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your tingling pussy and you shivered. He grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thigh.

“Move. Keep going.”

The friction of Fuego’s pants on your sensitive clit started to make you shudder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He roughly pushed you back down and dragged you against himself at a faster pace.

“You put on a show for everyone but now you want to quit? No, it doesn’t work like that… Let go. On my thigh just like that, keep going.”

“Mmffuckk. P-pleasee,” you cried out.

Fuego made you ride past your limit, basically moving you roughly on his thigh until you saw stars. Your pussy lips were swollen and throbbing from the constant friction and every touch made you moan.

“Did you learn your lesson, Y/N?”

“Yes, Fuegoleon,” you croaked into his chest.

He brushed back the hair that clung to your face and kissed your forehead. Your lust filled eyes found Nozel’s and your heart started pounding in your chest again. Nozel stood from the chair and stopped behind you.

“You taught her well, Fuegoleon. Do you think she can handle me?” Nozel questioned.

“She can handle whatever I make her handle. Though, you sound cocky for someone who hasn’t even touched her yet,” Fuegoleon commented.

Suddenly Nozel grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back enough for him to make eye contact and you whimpered.

“She’s whining already. It doesn’t seem like she can take much but I'm still willing to try,” he looked down at you observing your expression.

Your head was spinning and a part of you was still trying to figure how all of these events occurred in such little time. Not in a million years did you think you would find yourself between your boyfriend and his hot… friend? Rival? At this point it didn’t even matter you were just immensely turned on from the force being used on you.

“I can do whatever I want?” Nozel asked Fuegoleon.

“As long as you don’t hurt her or release in her… do as you please,” Fuego shrugged.

Your boyfriend gave your nipples a couple of playful tugs and lifted you off of his leg. He pulled you into him and kissed up your neck sucking lightly.

“Do what Nozel tells you,” he instructed and pulled away.

You turned to Nozel and he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “Y/N, show me how wet you are.”

You were unsure what he wanted you to do so you rubbed two fingers through your slick folds and showed him your wetness. He grabbed your hand roughly and sucked on your wet digits, licking off every last drop of your arousal.

He snaked his hand around your throat, “You taste wonderful, Y/N. Sit on my face so I can make you come and clean it up with my tongue.”

You looked over at Fuegoleon who stood against the wall and he nodded. Nozel removed his sandals and laid back against the headboard. You hesitantly climbed over him, uncertain about this new experience.

“Whenever I make you feel good, moan for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, sucking and nibbling around the sensitive skin and worked his way to your entrance. He poked his tongue inside you, swirling it around and collecting your arousal.

“Aaah, mmm,” you moaned and pulled on his hair.

You watched as your wetness coated Nozel’s face and you began to slightly bounce on his tongue as he entered your slick walls repeatedly.

“Mmmff… I’m coming!”

He took one last slurp and tapped your leg for you to get up. He pulled his hard member out of his pants and rubbed himself lightly, “lie down.”

You laid on the duvet staring up at Nozel. His face remained stern but his pupils were blown. Only lust filled his eyes.

He pressed at your entrance and you thought he would let you adjust but instead he pounded into you. You moaned incoherently letting out strangled whines and whimpers. Your eyes found Fuego’s and you looked down to find him stroking his cock to the rhythm of your hips bucking. It was all too much. Nozel cursing into your neck and thrusting roughly and Fuego getting off to you getting fucked took you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back as ecstasy crashed into you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth hung open and you couldn't even make a sound from the intense pleasure. You arched your back unable to roll your hips anymore and collapsed onto the bed. In unison you heard Fuegoleon and Nozel groan and you slowly came down from your high.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this I realized that 1. I’m dick deprived 2. This is soo hot and I need these two men to take me... Ahem! I hope you found it as exciting as I did. Remember requests are open!

— bugs

#not sfw #black clover imagine #black clover smut #fuegoleon x reader #nozel x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #black clover fuegoleon #imagines #black clover nozel #black clover fanfiction

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allthingsarmin · 3 years ago

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I don't have any Armin memes but I do have some soft Armin headcanons.

- He has a plushy from his childhood and you can't convince me otherwise. He sleeps with them every night and is also very strict when it comes to bedsheets. They have to be fresh and clean when he gets into them.

- He asked Jean to draw the sea for him and he kept the picture in his childhood book about the outside world. The two are very precious to him and he stores them under his bed.

- Modern Armin would be the biggest cat lover out there and would have one to cuddle up with and sleep with.

- He culpabilises every time he kills a fly and questions his morality afterwards. Goes on full identity crisis because of a bug.

- He doesn't know how to swim (the sea being totally new to him) but he tries so hard to learn and might even ask Onyankopon for help.

- He smells like seasalt and sweets

- Speaking of which he probably has a huge sweet tooth. His favourite being cinnamon roll (no pun intended)

- He collects seashells and stores them in a glass jar on the top of his shelf.

- He probably makes jewels with them too (like necklaces and bracelets)

Hope this could somehow brighten up your day!

These are so soft 🥺❤️and I hc every single one of them!

ᵔᴥᵔ I love the idea of just Armin wallowing in some clean sheets and cuddling his plushy after a long day to relax. I also believe he probably has some cute pajama set or something he likes to wear when he's fresh out of the shower too haha.

ᵔᴥᵔ AND THANK YOU! I firmly believe Armin would be a cat lover, but everyone's like "he's such a dog lover!" NO WAY. Like I just imagine him doing some reading before bed, sitting in a comfy chair, and his cat just jumps into his lap, curls up beside him, and then Armin would just start reading to the cat ogmgm

ᵔᴥᵔ And honestly, the thought of Armin trying to swim for the first time makes me cackle bc like I just picture him running into the ocean and then he starts sinking and then he's like "what the heck's going on 🤠." Poor baby he's so eager, you just gotta practice floating first

ᵔᴥᵔ AND I STAN THE IDEA THAT ARMIN LOVES CINNAMON ROLLS. I bet he tries to make them himself at some point because he spends too much money on the rolls at the nearby coffee shop... so he made multiple batches with different recipes trying to find the right one. I also 100% believe he has like a cute apron or something, something that says “kiss the chef” or things alike.

ᵔᴥᵔ Also the jar of sea shells on his bookshelves 😩 I fully believe he’s an aesthetic, nostalgic, sentimental person like this, which is why I love him so much... like I don’t ever see him owning anything designer because he likes to surround himself in good memories, homemade/sentimental things that remind him of the people in his life and how far he has come... Like he’s so genuine. I mean his personal space - he could make it however he wants, and chooses to decorate it with stuff that reminds him of his friends and his dreams bc it helps him relax... iouifhugfbhjankde I'm so mushy now.

These made me feel a lot better! Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate it! \(^_^)/

Here’s some love from Armin and me 💙💙💙💙

#armin arlert #armin x reader #aot #armin headcanons #honestly armin would kill a fly then feel guilty and then give it a funeral #honestly same tho #😩#he's perfect

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firetextskpop · 4 years ago

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Hi , can u do pentagon's reaction when they are doing sex with their wife and suddenly their son / daughter come in to their bedroom bcs they had a nightmare ? I think it would be funny lol ..

A/N: Absolutely! Let’s see how this goes.

PTG when their kids have a nightmare and they were doing the do

Jinho:

With your wrist pinned above your head and husband pounding into you, it was hard to hear anything but the both of you. Jinho whispered in your ear, “I think Mina would love, a little sibling. Is that what you want love? Another baby.” His words nearly take you over the edge until you hear crying. “J-Jinho, wait. I think she’s up.” Your husband stops his movements and hears the same thing. “Is she in the room?” He asked, pulling out of you and turning around. Low and behold stood your 3 year old daughter. “Fuck.” Jinho mumbled. You hit his arm and began speaking to your child with open arms. “Mina, what’s wrong baby?” She walked over for you to pick her up. “I had a bad dream. There was loud noises. I went to the noise and its here.” You pout your bottom lip at her. “It’s okay princess, let’s get you back comfy. Go to your table and I’ll heat you up some milk.” She nodded and went to her table. Jinho looked at you and started speaking but you cut him off. “Absolutely not.” Now it’s Jinho’s turn to pout. “She’s going to your mom’s next week.”

Hongseok:

Seok was very sure he locked the door. So when your 5 year old twins busted in as Hongseok fucked you in the mirror with the camera on, he felt terrible. Immediately He covered you and yelled at the boys not to look. The twins turned around as Hongseok got everything situated. “Okay, Daddy’s sorry for yelling, you can come in now.” He says and the boys came in and hugged you both. “Why are you two up at 3 am?” You asked stroking the younger of the two’s head. “Haneul had a bad dream then scared me too.” Hyunmin said cuddling into your side. “Can we sleep with you please?” Haneul asked with puppy dog eyes, (like his father.) Hongseok nods and tucks them in between you both before telling them a story he made up on the spot.

Hui/Hwitaek:

After a long hard day at work, Hui just wanted to endulge in you. Anywhere, anytime. Being able to take you on the kitchen counter was more than enough for him. When your son walked in with his protective blanket, you know something wasn’t right. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking completely so you began to push off Hui and fix yourselves just in time. “Jisung?” Hwitaek addressed his son and picked him up. Surprisingly, this made you son cry more as he held on dearly to his father. “Talk to me Sungie.” Your husband coddled Jisung. “I miss you daddy, please dont go.” This of course confused Hui. “I think you had a bad dream. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s go to bed” He says and pats your sons back.

Changgu/Yeoone:

Changgu literally just put the kids to sleep. But at the same time he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. The second your bedroom door shut, he ripped off your clothes and began pleasuring you with mouth. Just as you neared our climax, there was a small knock on your door. Quickly you tapped on his head to inform him of this. Changgu sighed before throwing the blanket over your private bits and opening the door. There stood your youngest child with the biggest tears you’ve seen in your life. “I sleep with you please daddy?” She says wiping her eyes. “Absolutely.”

Shinwon:

Surprisingly enough this was your 4th round at it and it was 5 am. You bounced on Shinwon as he tightly grasped your hips. “Fuck, you ride me so well.” He mumbled against your neck. You began to scratch at his chest but then felt a little dip in your bed. Neither of you thought too much about it until you heard a soft sniffle. Both of your attention turned to the 3 year old laying on her side facing away from the two of you. Panic rose in the two of your eyes as you both looked at each other but you moved calmly. Quietly and slowly getting off the bed to put on your under clothes at minimum before sliding back into the bed. When you went to ask what was going on, she already was soundly asleep. You and Shinwon decided not to prompt her on it but join her in sleep.

Yanan:

He finally came home after being on tour and doing shows and you really missed him. Every night leading up to this one, you promised that the day would be all about him. Yanan sat in the chair as you worked your oral magic on him with ice cubes in your mouth. His sensitivity was severely high, so high in fact that his other senses were heightened and he actually heard your 5 year old son come close to the door. “Xiaohui is coming.” He warns you and you immediately pop up as he fixed his pants. Not a second later, your son knocks on the door and you let him in. “Monsters aren’t real, right?” He asks immediately. Yanan chuckles a bit and you shoot him a look. “No HuiHui, but if you want, I can still check the room for you.” You say and push the stray hairs out of your son’s hair. “Please.” He asks and holds on to your wrist.

Yuto:

You both were in the shower getting clean but Yuto looked a little too good under the water. He noticed you staring and started flexing a bit for you. After some teasing and messing around, he began to fuck you against the shower wall. “Come for me babe.” He whispers in your ear and you do just that. In that moment there were 3 loud bangs on the bathroom door. Normally you would be afraid it was an intruder but it was your 7 year old daughter. “What’s wrong Natsumi?” Yuto asked drying off and throwing on his basketball shorts. “Naoki is having a nightmare and keeps talking about some big bug and I can’t sleep.” This wasn’t the first time your son had a sleeptalking nightmare. “Okay, we’ll be there in a minute.” You responded through the door. Once you both were dressed, you went to your sons side with a glass of warm milk.

Kino/Hyunggu:

Hyunggu had you pinned against the couch. Your legs completely spread apart as he rocked his hips into yours. Well explaining how he was a father of 3. “Are you gonna give me a daughter love?” You nodded your head agreeing to anything because, well...he was fucking you so well. His head now buried into your neck. “Dad?” Your oldest asked from behind the couch coming from his room. Kino panicked and sat up to face his child who had dried tears. “Hyunwoo what are you doing up?” He asked nervous. “I had a bad dream..Why are you naked on the couch?” Your 7 year old son asked genuinely concerned. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there with you in a minute.” Kino responded. “Also where’s-” “Now.”

Wooseok;

It was one of the many nights that you both had pre-planned. The 4 year old should be sleep by 9, wine at 10 and 11? It was time to ‘double your pleasure’. Wooseok held your legs around his head and you moaned around his shaft as he rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue on your sensitive bits. When he began fucking you with his tongue, without thinking, you made attempts to deepthroat him. Wooseok began to growl a bit before spreading you open a bit more. When you both least expected it, the door busted open and there stood your child, sobbing the hardest since he was an infant. Immediately, Wooseok threw you off and pulled up his pants. “Jinwoo?” The child nodded his head. “I had a bad dream.” Seok pouted and looked at you, who was slightly more dressed now. “Can we talk about the bad dreams Daddy?” Jinwoo asked. Wooseok nodded and ushered the child to the kitchen where he fed him food Yanan cooked for your husband’s birthday.

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pennylanewrites · 3 years ago

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＊why not me?＊

shizusumi x hiiragi one shot bc they’re criminally underrated

I saw some screenshots of the new chapters and with my scarce knowledge of Japanese I figured out a few things so I felt VERY inspired to write a tiiiny oneshot for my faves<3 also not really following the events of the manga, just random:)

loosely inspired by the lyrics in Mitski’s ‘Washing Machine Heart’ bc I was listening to it while writing this :(

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description: just shizuragi! being cute and admitting their feelings

genre: angst bc I said so, some fluff at the end

pairings : shizusumi x hiiragi

words: 0.9k

cw: none! some cursing but that’s expected. if you think anything needs a warning let me know!

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“Bitch.”

“Huh?! What did I do this time?”

“Why did you ignore Mafuyu’s text? Are you cheating on him?” Hiiragi exclaimed, hands waving around.

“We were in the middle of practicing!” Ritsuka retorted. “And what’s your problem? Are you in love with my boyfriend or something?”

The arguing teens turned around when a pair of drumsticks fell, rolling on the hardwood floor. With wide eyes, Shizusumi gathered them and pretended to look at the sheet music.

“Of course not!” Hiiragi scoffed.

“Asshole.”

Uenoyama left with Mafuyu when the practice session was over, but not before hitting Hiiragi’s shoulder hard enough for him to wince. Shizusumi dragged his feet out of the studio, secretly hoping Hiiragi would have left without him.

“Shizu-chan! Hurry up, I wanna eat.”

“I’ll go home.”

“You okay?” Hiiragi asked as they started walking towards the direction of his house.

“I’m just feeling dizzy.” He shrugged. “The station is the other way.”

“I’ll take you back to your place first, c’mon.” Shizusumi mustered up all of his ego to not scoff, thinking he didn’t really have a reason to get angry at his friend.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled. Hiiragi thought it was weird how he got dizzy from one second to the other, but said nothing and they walked in silence to his place.

“Do you have those assignments I missed? Can I come in to grab them?”

“Yeah...sure.” Shizusumi cursed the day Hiiragi missed school, making him take home all of the assignments and notes for him. With a key on the lock and a heavy weight on his heart, Shizusumi turned around to look at Hiiragi.

“Need help opening that?” Hiiragi grinned ironically. The brunette decided against what he was going to say and walked into the empty house. The teens headed for his clean and polished bedroom. Shizusumi mumbled something about the folder being on the desk and watched Hiiragi fall on his bed like he owned it. With a frown, he threw the heavy folder on the other’s face, earning a groan.

“What was that for?”

“Didn’t you want the folder? I just gave it to you.” He shrugged.

“What’s up with you? Is Uenoyama pissing you off?” Hiiragi held his weight on his elbows and tried looking into Shizu’s eyes, but the boy was staring at a stain on his rug instead.

“You’re pissing me off.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Huh?! Why?”

“Nevermind.” Shizusumi stood up and took his jacket off, throwing it on a chair. Hiiragi pulled on his arm, making him lose his balance and fall -very conveniently- on top of his friend. The two had a staring contest, angry eyes meeting confused ones before Shizu rolled to the other side of the bed, sitting with his back to Hiiragi.

“You shouldn’t bug Uenoyama about Mafuyu. It’s their relationship.”

“Mafuyu’s my friend!”

“Really?” Shizu turned his head to meet Hiiragi’s gaze, sitting a little closer to him than expected.

“What are you talking about?”

“Is that why you talk our ears off about him? Or because you think of Uenoyama as someone else?”

“Huh?!”

“I’m really tired, Hiiragi. You should go home.” Shizu held his head up in his hands, but realized the light in the room was suddenly blocked, so he looked up to meet Hiiragi again.

“What are you even saying, Shizu?”

“I’m saying,” he started and got up, backing Hiiragi to the wall behind him, “I know who you pretend he is.”

“Shizu–”

“You never really stopped loving Yuki. And you think everything in Mafuyu’s life is a replacement for him. That’s why you hate Ritsuka.”

“N-no. You’re wrong.” Hiiragi exclaimed, mouth agape at Shizu’s claims. He looked up only to be shattered in pieces at the tears escaping Shizu’s eyes. He loved him. So, so much, more than he knew he could love anyone. “Shi-Shizu...” a hand found its way to his cheek, thumb wiping a tear away, only for more of them to roll down.

“Why not me?”

“Shizu-”

“Why not me? Why is it always Yuki or Mafuyu or Uenoya–”

“You fucking dumb bitch, it’s always been you!” The words came out of Hiiragi’s mouth without him realising it until Shizu stepped back wide-eyed. “Yeah, you heard me! Why are you so fucking surprised?”

“Wait-”

“I’m done waiting. Yes, I admired Yuki and yes, I care for Mafuyu, I don’t want him to get hurt any more! But don’t you realise it’s you?”

“Me what?” Shizu whispered. Hiiragi chuckled and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to his face.

“It’s you I’m in love with.”

“Don’t come closer or I’ll slap you.” Shizusumi said with flushed cheeks and blurry sight.

“I’d like to see you try.” Hiiragi replied cheekily, lips finally meeting the ones of the person he loved.

“Hiiragi.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Their lips met again, but this time Hiiragi had Shizu under him on the bed, hands interlocked over his head. Shizu finally let his guard down, realising that oh my God, I’m finally kissing Hiiragi.

Out of breath, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, Hiiragi dropped on the pillow next to Shizu, who was equally flustered about the sudden make-out session. And as Hiiragi’s calloused hand came in contact with his cheek, he was brought to sweet reality.

“It’s always you, okay?”

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go listen to washing machine heart and cry bc I did it and it’s therapeutic

#shizuragii #kashima hiiragi #shizusumi given #yagi shizusumi #hiiragi x shizusumi #given #given anime #given manga #given fluff #anime fluff #mafuyama #given fandom

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penny-lane629 · 3 years ago

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＊why not me?＊

shizusumi x hiiragi one shot bc they’re criminally underrated

loosely inspired by the lyrics in Mitski’s ‘Washing Machine Heart’ bc I was listening to it while writing this :(

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description: just shizuragi! being cute and admitting their feelings

genre: angst bc I said so, some fluff at the end

pairings : shizusumi x hiiragi

words: 0.9k

cw: none! some cursing but that’s expected. if you think anything needs a warning let me know!

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“Bitch.”

“Huh?! What did I do this time?”

“Why did you ignore Mafuyu’s text? Are you cheating on him?” Hiiragi exclaimed, hands waving around.

“We were in the middle of practicing!” Ritsuka retorted. “And what’s your problem? Are you in love with my boyfriend or something?”

The arguing teens turned around when a pair of drumsticks fell, rolling on the hardwood floor. With wide eyes, Shizusumi gathered them and pretended to look at the sheet music.

“Of course not!” Hiiragi scoffed.

“Asshole.”

“Shizu-chan! Hurry up, I wanna eat.”

“I’ll go home.”

“You okay?” Hiiragi asked as they started walking towards the direction of his house.

“I’m just feeling dizzy.” He shrugged. “The station is the other way.”

“I’ll take you back to your place first, c’mon.” Shizusumi mustered up all of his ego to not scoff, thinking he didn’t really have a reason to get angry at his friend.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled. Hiiragi thought it was weird how he got dizzy from one second to the other, but said nothing and they walked in silence to his place.

“Do you have those assignments I missed? Can I come in to grab them?”

“Yeah…sure.” Shizusumi cursed the day Hiiragi missed school, making him take home all of the assignments and notes for him. With a key on the lock and a heavy weight on his heart, Shizusumi turned around to look at Hiiragi.

“What was that for?”

“Didn’t you want the folder? I just gave it to you.” He shrugged.

“What’s up with you? Is Uenoyama pissing you off?” Hiiragi held his weight on his elbows and tried looking into Shizu’s eyes, but the boy was staring at a stain on his rug instead.

“You’re pissing me off.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Huh?! Why?”

“You shouldn’t bug Uenoyama about Mafuyu. It’s their relationship.”

“Mafuyu’s my friend!”

“Really?” Shizu turned his head to meet Hiiragi’s gaze, sitting a little closer to him than expected.

“What are you talking about?”

“Is that why you talk our ears off about him? Or because you think of Uenoyama as someone else?”

“Huh?!”

“I’m really tired, Hiiragi. You should go home.” Shizu held his head up in his hands, but realized the light in the room was suddenly blocked, so he looked up to meet Hiiragi again.

“What are you even saying, Shizu?”

“I’m saying,” he started and got up, backing Hiiragi to the wall behind him, “I know who you pretend he is.”

“Shizu–”

“You never really stopped loving Yuki. And you think everything in Mafuyu’s life is a replacement for him. That’s why you hate Ritsuka.”

“N-no. You’re wrong.” Hiiragi exclaimed, mouth agape at Shizu’s claims. He looked up only to be shattered in pieces at the tears escaping Shizu’s eyes. He loved him. So, so much, more than he knew he could love anyone. “Shi-Shizu…” a hand found its way to his cheek, thumb wiping a tear away, only for more of them to roll down.

“Why not me?”

“Shizu-”

“Why not me? Why is it always Yuki or Mafuyu or Uenoya–”

“Wait-”

“I’m done waiting. Yes, I admired Yuki and yes, I care for Mafuyu, I don’t want him to get hurt any more! But don’t you realise it’s you?”

“Me what?” Shizu whispered. Hiiragi chuckled and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to his face.

“It’s you I’m in love with.”

“Don’t come closer or I’ll slap you.” Shizusumi said with flushed cheeks and blurry sight.

“I’d like to see you try.” Hiiragi replied cheekily, lips finally meeting the ones of the person he loved.

“Hiiragi.”

“It’s always you, okay?”

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go listen to washing machine heart and cry bc I did it and it’s therapeutic

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farfromtommy · 5 years ago

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the rest of our lives //chris evans x reader

A/N: wrote this bc I couldn't sleep. its almost 4am and im tired but felt like writing some cute shit tonight. I love this so much and sorry if it doesn't make sense and for the mistakes but I LOVE IT. pls give it some love .

Summary: chris and y/n visit her childhood home and tell her parents about their plans for the future

Warnings: angst, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFF, language I think, age gap but its not gross (chris 38, reader 22)

Word Count: 3,780

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With one final zip of your suitcase you were ready for your trip. You and your boyfriend of 2 years, Chris, were taking a couple days off to spend time with your parents. You hadn’t seen them since your college graduation and they had been bugging you for months for you and Chris to spend some time in your hometown.

You were currently living in Boston and had completely expected that you weren’t going back home following your completion of university. Your life was in Boston. Although you missed your parents and your sister, you were so ready to start this new chapter of your life and be able to make it your own.

You and Chris had been looking for a house together since you decided to stay in Boston with him. Your relationship was headed in a good direction and both of you were 100% in it for the long run. You wanted to wait till after you graduated to move in together, not wanting to worry about anything besides school. Chris had his realtor on the phone the minute your grades for your last semester had been finalized and everything was approved for graduation.

When you sat down with him and both said what you were looking for in a house, the topic of kids came up. You knew Chris wanted a family, and you did too. You had both agreed to bring the conversation up again after some time in the house together. You were secretly hoping he was planning on proposing to you soon. You’ve been dropping major hints at him through your Pinterest board ever since you started having serious conversations about your future with each other. You were ready for it all. You wanted to marry Chris and fill your beautiful new home with a bunch of kids.

You were also slowly convincing him to get Dodger a friend since both of you were always working, and you wanted to make sure he was never lonely when you were at work.

Your amazing realtor had found a beautiful house right outside of Boston that had everything you were both looking for. You were just waiting for the final pieces of paperwork to come in and finally be able to call the house yours.

Your lease on your apartment was up last month and had been staying at Chris’s place. All of the big things you didn’t sell from your place were in storage and everything else was with you.

When you had mentioned to your sister that you and Chris were days away from closing on your new home, she had asked how your parents felt about everything.

“They know our relationship is serious. They met him at graduation and had known about him well before that. Mom even talked about us having a fall wedding here, since the weather would be perfect. I haven’t told them about the house since we’ve known about this trip since everything with the house started. I want to tell them in person, so don’t mention anything to them.” You huffed.

“I talked to mom the other day and she thinks that you made a mistake staying there to be with Chris. She doesn’t think your relationship is going to last, since he’s so much older than you. Hell, that’s what everyone thinks. She’s just worried, I think.” She expressed.

“I’ve been hearing all of that for the past 2 years from everyone I know, especially from mom. Nobody knows our relationship better than we do. We both want the same things and are happy being together. So what if he’s older than me? Dad is way older than mom and no one questions the integrity of their relationship, why does everyone have to question mine?” I said back.

“I know. I know you keep hearing this, and I’m sorry. I’m really happy for you, Y/N. I really am. Buying a house together is a big deal and I’m glad you’re ready to do that with him. You have everything so figured out and people are just jealous. I mean, you have the hottest dude in Hollywood in your bed every night. Who wouldn’t be jealous of that?” She chuckled.

“Anyway, we’ll talk more when you get here! I’m so excited to see you. Call me when you land and I’ll meet you at home. Love you!! See you tomorrow.” The line clicked and you threw your phone onto your bed. You let out a deep sigh and moved your suitcase off of the bed so you could collapse.

You were slowly dozing off when you had heard Dodger starting to bark, alerting you that Chris was home. He had been doing some small indie films in Boston, not wanting to get back into major productions until you were settled in your new house. You picked yourself off your bed and walked into the living room, seeing Chris toe off his shoes and place his things down. He greeted Dodger and walked over to you, mumbling a quick hi and placed a quick kiss onto your lips.

“Hi my love, how was your day?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen. You took a seat on the barstool facing the kitchen, and watched as Chris started to look around for something to snack on.

“It was pretty good. Work was how it usually is. I came home early and got all my packing done for the trip and just cleaned a little bit around the house. I left some things you might want to pack out on the bed just incase. How was yours? Anything exciting happen on set?” You asked, leaning back on your chair.

“Wrapped up everything I needed to do so I could relax and enjoy the next couple of days without worrying about needing to get back to set.” He took a beer out of the fridge and leaned against the counter and took a drink from the bottle. “How are you feeling about seeing your parents and telling them about the house? You haven’t really said much about it.” He took another sip and walked closer to you.

He sat in the chair next to you and just looked at you, waiting for your response. You thought for a moment, collecting your thoughts before giving him an honest answer. You sighed and thought about the conversation you had with your sister.

“I’m excited to tell time, but really nervous. I talked to my sister earlier and she had told me that my mom has been having doubts about us and was just worried that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into and blah blah blah. But I’m ready to set everything straight and tell her that she can’t doubt us anymore. It’s important to us that we do this and she needs to be on board with that. I know she’ll be happy for us, but you know how she gets. I think dad will be happy for us. He really like you, y’know. Tells me all the time that I need to fly him up here so you two can go to a Pats game. Poor guy had a house full of women his entire life and now he finally has the son he always wanted.” You rambled slightly.

“Everything is gonna a work out, don’t be nervous. It’s 4 days with your parents and then we close on the house when we get back and should be moved in by the end of the next month. I know how important your family is to you and how much it means to to get their support on this, but you have so many other people who support you. You’re basically and Evans now and you have all of them standing behind us, cheering us on. Don’t worry too much on what might happen with them, but think about what’s happening with us now. Our life together is finally getting started.” He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before pulling you off the chair and moving you closer to him. You stood between his legs and wrapped your arms around him. His comment about you being an Evans filled your stomach with butterflies but you didn’t think much into it.

For the rest of the night you just sat on the couch watching movies and eating random snacks you had in the pantry, not bothering to cook something for dinner. You snuggled up next to Chris and Dodger was next to you as you stayed in the living room well into the night. You had fallen asleep on the couch and next thing you knew, you were being placed on your side of the bed and tucked in gently.

Chris placed a kiss on your forehead and moved some of your Y/H/C hair out of your face. You sleepily smiled at him before turning to your side and let sleep consume you. You heard shuffling around the room, assuming Chris was finishing any packing he had left. You woke when you felt the bed dip beside you and your were wrapped in a pair of strong arms. You moved closer to Chris and let sleep take over you once again.

It was late afternoon and you and Chris had landed safely in your hometown. You were driving down the street that was still so familiar to you. You saw your parent’s house come into full view as you instinctually turned a corner. You drew in a sharp breath as you put your rental car in park and stared up at your childhood home. You had spent so many years of your life here and it was so weird not seeing it as your home anymore. You looked over at Chris and he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. He grabbed some of his things and opened the car door and stepped out.

You walked up to the front door hand in hand and raised your hand up to ring the doorbell. Not even 5 seconds later your mom had answered the door and immediately wrapped you in a hug. She grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with joy. She brought you in for another hug before giving one to Chris.

“It’s good to see you again, Chris! How have things been going for you?” Your mom questioned, moving out of the way so you could walk inside.

“Everything has been going great, thank you! How have you and Y/D/N been?” Chris asked, looking at the beautiful house he walked into. He had never seen this place in person, just in pictures you had and through a phone whenever he was around when you video called your parents.

It was so elegantly decorated. Family photos littered the walls, he could pick you out of all of them. One of the things he had hoped he’d get a chance to see were photos from your childhood. You have been through every photo album the Evans family had created, thanks to his mom. You knew he was looking forward to those, so you had made sure your mom pulled them out of storage for him.

“Same old same old. We’ve been really looking forward to you guys coming to visit us. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve made Y/D/N clean this house over the past week. Had to make sure everything was in tip top shape for your first visit.” She winked at Chris and looked back at you. You plopped down on the couch, exhausted from your hectic day.

“Thank you, Y/M/N. It’s really a beautiful house.” Chris said as he sat down next to you on the couch, putting his arm across the back of it. She nodded at him and went to go find your dad. You leaned into Chris’s side and he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before continuing to take in his surroundings.

“Don’t fall asleep before giving your old man a hug!” Your dads voice said as he walked into the living room. You and Chris both stood up and you ran into your dads arms. You loved both of your parents, but you were always closer to your dad. He gave you a big hug, picking you up off the ground slightly and placed a kiss on your cheek. Chris walked up to him and extended his hand for a handshake once you were done greeting your dad.

“It’s great to see you! Glad you guys could take the time to make it out here.” Your dad said, shaking Chris’s hand and pulling him in for a “bro” hug.

“Me too. I’m excited to finally be here. I’ve heard a lot of stories and seen a lot of pictures of Y/N growing up here.” Chris said as everyone took a seat in the living room, the two of you going back to your original spots.

You all sat around the living room talking for a while, just catching up on everything that had been happening in your lives. Your dad and Chris started to get into sports talk and your mom motioned for you to go with her to the kitchen. You stood up from your spot, excusing yourself from the conversation you were no longer interested in and followed your mom. She poured you glass of wine, and then one for herself and told you to take it to the back porch while she got something for your dad and Chris. You sat down on one of the chairs and got comfortable, your mom joining you a few minutes later.

“So, how are things in Boston with Chris? We haven’t really talked much about it. After graduation we thought you were going to come back, and then you stayed and we were all kinda confused.” Your mom said taking a sip from her glass.

“Things are really great between us right now. Chris has been spending most of his time in Boston doing some small projects so I see him basically everyday. Work has been going super well, I’m loving every second of it. I know you guys were really disappointed when I didn’t come back, but my life is in Boston now. Chris is there and all my frien-“ You were saying before your mom cut you off.

“So Chris is your life now? Chris and work? What happened to family first? You were supposed to come home and help us out. We thought you were going to find your own place here and find a job and be able to be here for us. We were there for you all your life.” She criticized.

“Mom, I’m 22 years old. Don’t you think I’m old enough to start building my own life? Chris and I are building our future together and I couldn’t just leave and continue doing that from here. I wasn’t going to make him uproot his life up to follow me here just because you wanted me to. I’m sorry that you don’t agree with my decisions but I think I’m allowed to decide what I think is best for me.” You said back to her. She rolled her eyes at your response. Before she could say anything back your sister opened the door excitedly greeting you. You were relieved she was finally here to pull you out of the conversation that had taken a turn south between you and your mom.

You had gone inside with your sister and saw that she brought dinner for everyone. You went over to Chris and asked him to help you get your bags out of the car before you sat down for dinner. He had noticed your change in mood and quickly followed you outside. You quickly ranted to him about what your mom had said and blew off some steam before heading back inside with your things. Chris followed you up to your childhood bedroom, where you two would be staying for the next few nights. It was still the way you had left it. Pictures of your high school friends scattered around the walls, and posters of things you loved when you were in high school. Chris chuckled at some of them and you two headed back to the dining room.

Dinner had been going well, despite your moms discreet bashes at your life choices, you ignored them and continued to enjoy the rest of the meal. As everyone was finishing, you decided it was as good a time as any to bring up the big news.

“So mom and dad, you guys don’t know this but Chris and I have been talking a lot the past couple months about our future and where we see it going. Things between us have been getting serious for a long time, but we just put off pulling the trigger on anything until I finished school and found a good job. Now that I am done with school and found a really amazing job, we decided that it was time to start settling down and getting ready for the rest of our lives together. With that being said, when we get back home, we are closing on a beautiful house that we found. We bought a house and we’ll be moved into it by the end of next month.” You said looking to your parents, hoping to be able to read their expressions. Your sister had a smile on her face, already knowing the news.

Chris grabbed your hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You shot him a small smile and looked back at your parents. Your mom had an unreadable expression. She seemed to be going through a lot of things in her mind as she processed everything you had just said. You looked at your dad, hoping to get a better reaction from him. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the space between you and Chris, and gave you two the most bone crushing hug possible. He whispered a few words of encouragement to you two before letting go and going back to his seat.

“I’m so happy for you two. This is such a big step in any relationship and it can be really tricky. You seem to be handling it with grace and I’m really proud of you two. I’m sure you have searched high and low for the perfect home for you two, and I already know its going to be beautiful. I hope that once you are all moved in and settled and are ready for guests, you invite us to spend a couple days up there with you. All I ask is that you make sure the Pats are playing so Chris here can show me how you New Englanders party when they play.” Your dad said, looking at your and Chris with such love and admiration. “Not to push or anything, but I hope this house has some extra bedrooms ready for kids whenever you decide you’re ready for them.” He added.

You chuckled at your dads comment and wiped some tears that fell from your eyes. “Yes, dad, there are plenty of bedrooms for kids. One of the things on our list was it needed to be family friendly. When you see it, you’ll see how perfect it is for a family. But we’re taking it one step at a time and we’ll talk about kids again when we’re ready.” You assured him. He mumbled good and looked over at your mom, who had been silent the entire time. She looked at you when she realized that all eyes were on her. “Mom, are you going to say something to them?” You’re sister chimed in.

“I didn’t know you guys were really this serious about each other.” She responded.

“Well after 2 years together I would hope we were serious about being together.” You smirked.

“I’m sorry for the shit I was giving you earlier, I was just so scared that you were throwing your life away for some guy you were dating. If I had know the depth of it, I wouldn’t have been so harsh. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I was just worried about you and worried that he was going to leave you broken and battered. I’m sorry for not giving you more faith, Chris.” She admitted. You and your mom had both stood up and gave each other a long hug. This was the first time in a long time where your mom had been so genuinely happy for you. There was a big family hug, with Chris included. You joked that he was basically a Y/L/N, referring to the joke he had made to you yesterday.

“Well I do hope that buying a house together means that a wedding is in sight.” Your mom had whispered in your ear. You shot her a look of ‘ I know right?! ‘ and you gave her another hug. Chris winked at you from across the room when you made eye contact. You send him a loving look and mouthed ‘I love you’ to him. He returned the look and mouthed ‘I love you too’ back. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks heat up.

You had gotten ready for bed before Chris had and was all tucked in and ready to sleep by the time he came up to your room. He had stayed downstairs and helped your parents clean up from dinner while you showered and started to unwind. He saw your body on the bed and assumed you had already fallen asleep. You stared at him as he undressed in front of you and admired his amazing body. He caught you staring and shot you a suggestive look as he turned the lights off and went back to get into bed with you.

“We’re not defiling my childhood room by having sex in here. Plus my mom finally came around to our relationship and my dad probably loves you more than I do, so we can’t risk them hearing us.” You whispered as he pressed his body against yours. Your back was pressed against his bare chest and you gripped his forearms as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You turned your head towards him and pressed a kiss onto his lips. He mumbled ‘I love you so much’ between kisses.

The love that was flowing between your bodies that night was unreal. You spent all night in his arms, exactly where you belonged.

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spookysanta · 5 years ago

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e. a.

Summary: Ethan and Ari—the best of friends. (Or, “how Ethan parents when (Y/N) isn’t around”)

Pairing: Dad!Ethan Dolan xReader

WARNINGS: literally you’ll be smothered with fluff

this is my first full-length dad!efeet fic. damn. ANYWAY i’m writing other shit don’t ask when it’ll be up bc idk!! :)

UNEDITED.

***

Listen. No one’s gonna ever deny this fact, but the Dolan boys love their kids more than anything. Their little girls are the best thing that’d ever happened to them. Ethan thinks his little girl is the best of all the little girls that ever existed, and Grayson would argue that logic with him for hours. But the fact is that they’re both pretty great.

Arielle’s getting to the age where her daddy is her favorite person and object. Person, because duh, it’s her daddy; and object, because she uses him as a vessel for her entertainment: she climbs his body, she jumps on his lap, and, her favorite thing to do, pull on his hair.

He doesn’t like any of these things but they keep the otherwise loud child quiet so he doesn’t complain much.

She likes to spend time with Ethan because she gets aways with doing things her mom wouldn’t let her do. Things like jumping on the bed, or eating on the couch.

But her favorite thing to do was drinking daddy’s soda.

She’s almost four now, so she’s got a bit more of a vocabulary and can communicate what she wants better. And that’s gotten Ethan into trouble a couple times, like today, because when he was drinking a cup of Sprite and let out a nice “ahhh” after a big gulp, she somehow knew that that’s the sound he makes when he drinks soda. And Arielle now loves soda (because of Ethan). So she says, “Daddy, I want soda.”

And of course, it’ll happen when (Y/N)’s around and naturally she’ll look at him. Why would Arielle know about soda if she can’t read and they don’t keep soda in the house?

And then that becomes a whole thing between the parents, but the little girl doesn’t care at all, because all that matters right now is daddy’s soda. “Daddy,” Arielle said again from the backseat as they drove to the (Y/L/N) family reunion one afternoon, completely ignoring (Y/N)’s scolding of her husband. “I want soda.”

“Just wait, Ari,” he replied, also ignoring his wife.

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Don’t give her soda! It’ll give her cavities.”

“Oh my God, (Y/N). It’s one sip, she’ll be fine.” The streetlight turned red and Ethan stopped the car, putting the gear in “neutral” and grabbing the large cup of Sprite from the cupholder and reaching behind the seat to put the straw to Ari’s lips. “Here, bubby.”

She took a big sip, Ethan having to pull the cup away so he could drive once the light turned green. She shivered. “Ooh, daddy, mommy! It’s cold soda!”

And (Y/N) had to admit, that was cute. She chuckled. “Yeah, bug?”

“Mhm. It’s spicy, too.”

Ethan snorted. “Spicy?”

“Uh-huh.”

***

In the mornings, Ethan’s job is to get Ari dressed and clean and ready for the day, so that when (Y/N) got back from work they could all do things together as a family. So when she wakes up ungodly late (inherited from her daddy), the first thing they do together is—“Potty!”

Ethan jumped awake. This morning, she’d gotten up early, managed to get out of her crib and get into her mommy and daddy’s room. “Ari?” He responded, because surely their toddler couldn’t’ve gotten out of her crib and bedroom by herself. But she had, and she was particulary proud of herself that she did. “What’s wrong?”

“Potty, daddy.” She whispered. Because when someone’s sleeping you have to be quiet. “Gotta go potty.”

He stood up from the bed, picking up the little girl who was wearing her mommy’s high school P.E. t-shirt, and carried her to the bathroom, escorting her to her potty and letting her do her business.

“Finished.” She mumbled after a yawn.

“C’mon, come wash your hands.”

“Kay.” She got up and went to the sink, stepping up on the Dora stepstool and washing her hands with the foaming hand soap. When she finished washing her hands, she left the bathroom and climbed up onto her mommy and daddy’s bed and laid down with her bum in the air, as she’s always done since Ethan could remember.

He cleaned out her potty and set it back on the floor next to the shower. After washing his hands, he came back into the room and got back into bed, pulling the covers over Ari’s body and his own.

“Daddy.” She mumbled, voice muffled by the cotton pillowcase her head was stuffed into. “I’m tired.”

“So go back to sleep.” He replied with a chuckle. “We don’t have to go anywhere until mommy gets back from work.”

“And then what?”

“And then we’ll—can you get your head out of the pillow? You sound like you’re about to suffocate.” She sat up and flopped over onto her back, resting her folded hands on her tummy like Ethan was. “We’re gonna go to Uncle Gray’s house for dinner.”

“Will GiGi be there?”

Oh Lord, Ethan thought. GiGi and Ari together were a dynamic duo; they did everything together. Whenever Gray or his wife would take GiGi to the park, they’d call Ethan and (Y/N) so that Ari could come along. He’d be more ecstatic about letting her go with his brother if it wasn’t at nine a.m. and he didn’t have to fight with her to get up. “Yeah.”

“And Grant?” Grant, the newest addition to the Dolan family, had the most empathy from Ethan. Because he was only a few months old, he was a spectacle for Ari because “babies look weird” according to her.

He agrees with that logic, but since he’s had a kid, he doesn’t say it out loud anymore.

When Ari’s there and Grant’s awake, she liked to poke him cheecks and tummy and squeeze his nose. Ethan doesn’t know why, (Y/N) doesn’t know why, and Grayson and his wife don’t know why. Hell, GiGi doesn’t know why.

But she does, because in her mind, he’s squishy—and you poke squishy things, don’t you?

And there’s the almighty statement that emerges from her mouth after they’d left and were on the way home. “Daddy, I want a baby brother.”

The first time she’d said that (Y/N) choked on her coffee.

And (Y/N) and Ethan had made a pact since before they got married. “One kid.” She told him when they decided to try for a baby. “That’s it. If we get lucky and have twins, great, but I’m only going through this pregnancy thing once.”

And Ari voicing her want for a baby brother (an alien in her eyes) was right around the time Grant was about to be born. And he thought, well, maybe if I take her to the delivery room and she’s reminded of what having a newborn was like, maybe she’ll want another kid.

That didn’t happen.

He tried though.

***

“Daddy,” Ari grumbled when she was awoken from her nap on the couch. “Daddy, I want apple.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She let him—emphasis on let him; she does not like to be bothered when she’s woken up—pick her up and take her to the kitchen. He set her in her chair, going into the refrigerator and grabbing the container of apple slices that he’d cut yesterday for this specific moment. He made sure the peel of the slices were removed, putting them on a plate and setting them in front of her. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, bubs.”

They sat in the kitchen in a comfortable silence, him just being there so she wouldn’t worry about where he is—because that happens a lot more than you’d think. “Daddy?”

“Hm?” He looked up from an article he was reading on Buzzfeed. “What’s up?”

“I wanna watch tv.”

He’s not supposed to let her watch tv while she eats because she gets distracted easily, according to (Y/N). But she was at work, and what she won’t know won’t kill her. So he took the plate and the kid and sat down on the couch, putting her in his lap and letting her lean into his warmth. He turned on Blue’s Clues, which, as he’d learned from watching, was nothing like the version he grew up on. He didn’t complain though, because she was quiet and content and was actually not distracted for once.

(Y/N) got home from work about forty minutes later, unlocking the door and calling out a “hello?” into the atmosphere of the house. She didn’t get a response, though she saw Ethan’s truck in the driveway. She walked further into the house and entering the living room she could’ve died at the sight.

Ethan was slouched on the couch with Ari laid across his body, a protective arm around her while she hugged him. Her head was tucked into his chin, a thumb in her mouth. (Y/N) took notice of the two of them sleeping soundly, taking a blanket off the back of the recliner and draping it over them. She decided to join them a bit later after she’d had a chance to decompress from a stressful day.

As she walked toward the steps, she’d heard him groan—a telltale sign that he was waking up. She couldn’t even count the amount of times she’d been woken up by the loud grunts of Ethan Dolan. “Baby?” He mumbled, eyes halfway opened.

“Hey, hun.” She crept her way back to where they were, pecking his lips and peppering kisses on Ari’s cheek. “Just got in.”

“Okay. ‘M gonna wake her in a few, she must’ve dozed off.”

“And I wonder who she got that from, Mr. Lazy Bones.”

“Ha-ha.”

***

“Daddy, I don’t wanna go to bed.”

“For the last time: no Disney tomorrow if you don’t go to bed. I mean it.”

He didn’t mean that.

He’d take her to the moon if she really wanted him to; but someone has to have the authority, because (Y/N) says he’s just as much of a kid as their daughter is. “No Disney tomorrow if you don’t lay down and go to sleep.”

“Can I sleep in your bed?”

He sighed. This always happens when she’s trying to prolong sleep: she’ll whine and complain about how she doesn’t want to go to bed, then she’ll get in Ethan and (Y/N)’s bed and be asleep in ten minutes. “Ari, when are you gonna sleep in your own bed?”

“I do!”

“No, no. When are you going to sleep in your bed without sleeping in mommy and daddy’s?”

“Oh... I dunno. But you keep the bad dreams away.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kept holding her in his arms, feeling her body begin to settle. “They don’t like you.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think they’ll want your big, scary dad to get them, huh? Same with the boogey man.”

She nodded quietly, letting out a soft yawn. “Sleep in your bed? Just for a little bit?”

“Alright, fine.” He carried her into his bedroom, setting her in the middle of the bed, next to (Y/N), who would wonder why Ari was there but already knowing the answer, she didn’t say anything. He took up the rest of the space, letting the sleepy toddler climb over him like she usually does. One would think she’d grow tired of sleeping on her daddy’s (hairy) chest so often, but he assumes that she sleeps the soundest when she’s with him. “Comfy?”

“Mhm.” She hummed with her thumb in her mouth. She pulled it out to say a, “Comfy, cozy.”

“Good.” He pulled the covers up over the three of them, (Y/N) turning off the lamp on the nightstand and keeping the tv on. “Goodnight, my sweet girls.”

“Goodnight daddy!” mumbled the child.

“Goodnight, daddy.” (Y/N) cooed in his ear seductively, kissing the lobe before laying down to sleep.

He cut her a glare, as if to remind her that there was a child laying across his body and to not awaken anything within him. He allowed himself to get comfortable, watching bits and pieces of Family Guy to keep him entertained as he tried to doze off. But about ten minutes later, instead of hearing snores, he heard in a quiet voice:

“Daddy, I’m thirsty.”

“You want some water?”

“No, daddy. I want some soda.”

He glanced over at his wife who was sleeping soundly, then looked down at the little girl that made his heart flutter. “You know you’re bot supposed to have any soda, especially not this late.”

“But daddy, I just want a little bit.”

He had to give in.. his little girl was dying of thirst, he had no choice! “Fine. Let’s get some soda.”

He took her down to the kitchen, setting her on the counter by the fridge. Then he opened the fridge, taking out the half-empty bottle of Sprite he’d just-so-happened to have stored, getting a straw out the drawer, and holding the straw to her lips.

She swallowed happily, a satisfied ahhhh leaving her lips. She giggled. “Mm. I like soda.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded gleefully. “Yeah.”

“Is it spicy, bubby?”

“Yeah. It’s spicy.”

He had to laugh. He put the soda away, taking Ari back downstairs and laying her back down. “Okay. Now, bed.”

“Okay daddy.” She kissed his cheek, cold lips buttoned against his beard. “Love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

#dolan twins #dolan fandom #dolan tuesday #dolan imagines #planet dolan #ethan dolan #grayson and ethan #ethan dolan x black girl #ethan dolan x poc #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan imagine #dad! fic #dad!ethan dolan #dad!fic #arielle dolan #arielle lisa dolan

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all-things-skam · 5 years ago

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I don't know if you've seen the theories in which Ander could be sick It’s a little bit angsty hahaha (This is after what Guzman told him) Where Ander is in class and suddenly he starts feeling very sick and a lot of blood comes out of his nose, while the teacher calls an ambulance, Guzman calls Omar and warns him of the incident Omar immediately runs to him and idk HAHAHHA Sorry English is not my first language I LOVE HOW U WRITE

hi since ander and guzman didn’t really ended the season on good terms…(that moment was so fucking devastating omg) can you write something where ander is very sad and guilty but guzman doesn’t forgive him. but then something bad happens to ander and he gives in bc he still cares about him? or maybe ander is dealing badly with losing his best friend (drinking excessively,drugs etc) and omar is worried and he talks to Guzman about it and after seeing ander like that he forgives him?

aloo! Id like for u to write a fic about Omar bing worried for ander health! Thank youx

Title: It’s just a nosebleed

Ship: Ander Munoz + Omar Shanaa (Omander)

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Next time you faint I hope you smash your head and bleed to death.

The words resonated in Ander's mind, Guzman's voice colder every single times. They haunted Ander's mind days and nights, the only way to shut them up being to drink until oblivion. Cert, alcohol wasn't the way to numb pain, but Ander didn't care. He just couldn't bare to hear them over and over again.

Although he deserved it, losing his best friend has caused so much more pain in Ander's heart than he was willing to admit. Guzman was so much more than a best friend; he was a brother to him. But, brothers don't stab each other's back. Brothers don't hide huge secrets like that. Especially when it concerns one's sister assassin's identity.

He couldn't imagine the pain he had caused Guzman by not telling him the truth. How he must feel knowing that, for months, he had partied, shared a bed and gone to class with his sister's assassin like nothing had happened.

Ander hated Polo for telling him that ugly secret. He had commit utter betrayal by killing Marina. And, forcing Ander to secrecy, forcing him to take his secret to the grave, was the most cruel thing he could possibly do. Ander didn't want to know, he didn't want to be forced to know about Polo's crime. Yet, Polo's selfish self decided he had enough of carrying this secret alone - along with Carla and Christian - and told Ander.

Ander also hated himself for not having the balls to tell his best friend that their other best friend had killed Marina. He had chosen to play safe, trying to not lose any of them, but learned the hard way that playing safe isn't always the best choice. Now, because he had kept that same ugly secret to himself, Guzman had crossed him out of his life and there was no hope for forgiveness.

''I think you should slow down on the alcohol, don't you think?'' Omar suggested as he brought his intoxicated boyfriend home after his shift at the club, praying that Mrs. de Munoz was sound asleep.

She didn't know about her son's drinking problem. It would break her to see that Ander had turned to alcohol to cope.

Ander wasn't heavy, but Omar wasn't Mr. Muscle. It didn't help that he was half conscious, making him, by consequent, heavier. He was hanging on Omar's neck as the latter struggled to make it up the stairs. If only he could help himself a bit...

Omar sighed as he deposed Ander on his bed and removed his shoes. He was tired of this. He was Ander's boyfriend, not his babysitter.

As much as he wanted to talk to Ander about his drinking habits, he knew the younger one would deny any alcohol problems. But, at the same time, Omar couldn't continue keeping things bottled for both his and Ander's sake.

He'd be lying if he said seeing his boyfriend drowning himself into alcohol didn't hurt him. It broke his heart knowing that Ander was hurting so much that he had to numb his pain with alcohol.

A bittersweet smile on his lips, Omar sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Ander was sleeping soundly.

Ander sat behind his desk in class, filling his exam sheet when he felt something wet dripping on his face. Instinctively, he wiped it with the back of his hand and realized it was blood. He sniffled, thinking it would go away and stop, but, seconds later, blood started dripping on his exam sheet, creating a couple red splatters. Shit.

He alerted Mrs. Cortez of the bloody - pun intended - issue and she gave him permission to go to the bathroom to get tissues and clean himself.

Left hand covering his bleeding nose, Ander rose from his seat, the chair screeching on the tiled floor as he pushed it back. Maybe he stood up too fast or maybe it was because of the previous nosebleeds he got that week and the loss of blood was catching on him, but he suddenly started feeling light headed and drowsy. By reflex, he gripped the edge of the desk, fingers trying to grab at something to gain steadiness.

In the row behind his, Guzman lifted his head, furrowing his eyebrows at his old best friend's behavior. ''Ander?'' said Guzman's voice worriedly, ignoring the silence during exams rule. ''You okay?''

At the moment, Guzman didn't care that he and Ander weren't on speaking terms. He still cared about him deep down and, although he meant his words back then, seeing Ander on the verge of fainting had terrified him. When he had fainted at the Christmas party back in December, it was because of alcohol. Now, given that they were at school during exam week, it couldn't be that which worried Guzman.

Ander didn't have time to answer Guzman's concerns that the latter was reaching out for him, grabbing Ander before he could fall and hit his head.

As Mrs. de Munoz got in the ambulance with her son, Guzman did what felt right and called Omar, informing him of the incident. If something like that had happened to Nadia, he would've liked to know.

When Omar made it to the hospital, he saw Ander's mom in the hallway. She seemed surprised, but not shocked to see him. On the contrary, she would have been even more surprised if he hadn't showed up.

Omar had been living with them for six months now and Azucena had grown very fond of him. Unlike Ander, Omar was a better help to the house. He knew how to clean, do laundry and cook - with guidance. He also deeply cared about Ander and she could sense it. His presence at the hospital was a proof.

As soon as Omar saw her, he gave a her a tight hug, knowing that they both needed it right now. ''What happened? Is he okay?'' Omar demanded, a little in shock. He pulled back, trying to search in her eyes for reassurance.

''He gave us quite a scare.'' Azucena took a breath, trying to control her emotions. ''He got a nosebleed and fainted in class. The doctor said it's iron deficiency anemia. We'll know more when he gets back with the results.''

When he got the call from Guzman saying Ander had left in an ambulance, Omar hadn't been surprised. He knew that if Ander continued not taking care of himself, something would happen. And, it did.

''Is he okay?''

She nodded and smiled at him thinly. ''You can go see him.''

Hand on the handle, about to open the door, Omar paused. He didn't know what to expect. Hospitals were never good news. They always gave him an uneasy feelings in his stomach. The last time he came to the hospital, his father had a heart attack and, when he glanced at him in the bed, he didn't look well. He was attached to wires and tubes and Omar felt sick. Although Ander's situation was less dramatic, Omar couldn't help but imagine the worse.

Exhaling a breath, Omar pushed the door and walked in. The room was dimly lit, the curtains pulled to make it easier for Ander to rest.

Having heard the door open, the younger one turned his head and pulled his eyebrows. ''Omar?''

His face was pale and he looked exhausted. There was an IV attached to his arm, giving him nutrients he was lacking from his alcohol diet. A part of Omar wanted to scream at Ander 'I told you so', but another part just wanted to pull him in his arms and thank the sky that he was alive.

Ander wasn't expecting to see Omar here. He thought he could get off easy and somehow hide this trip to the hospital from him, pass it off as some stomach bug. But, now that he was here, there was no point in lying. Omar had enough shit going on, the last thing he wanted was to get his mind preoccupied with this.

''Who told you I was here?'' he asked. ''I thought you were working today.''

Omar approached his bedside, huffling a small laugh. ''You're gonna have difficulty believing me, it's Guzman.''

Ander frowned, having difficulty to believe him. ''What? Guzman? I...'' He shook his head, denying the information he wasn't capable to process. ''Why would Guzman do that? He doesn't even care about me anymore...'' The last words caused Ander's voice to frail a little.

There was no way that Guzman would've cared. He made that clear when he spoke those cruel words to him the day they arrested Polo. As cruel as they were, Ander knew that he deserved them. He didn't deserve his friendship, he didn't even deserve Omar. He was such a shitty person, a shitty son, a shitty friend, a shitty boyfriend-

The heart monitor was starting to act up, the line making rapid jumps as Ander was getting worked up. Seeing this, Omar sat on the edge of the bed and cupped Ander's face with the other, fingers grazing his curls. ''Ander? Ander, look at me.''

If he didn't calm him quickly, a nurse would come in.

The younger one's eyes finally looked up, gazing into Omar's. ''Ander, baby...'' Omar held his gaze, trying to prevent his mind from going back to what he was thinking, what got him worked up.

Once Omar felt like Ander had calmed down, he sat on the small chair beside the bed.

''Do you know when you're getting out?'' he asked, changing subject.

''Hopefully soon. It'll depends of the test results.''

Omar nodded. ''I talked with your mom. She said there's a high possibility you have iron-deficiency anemia. I knew those nosebleed were serious. Especially when happening so frequently...'' He pushed his face in his hands, blaming himself.

Ander reached out, putting his hand over his boyfriend's forearm. ''You couldn't have known, Omar-''

''I should've worried more! Fuck. I could've prevented this if I hadn't left you drink so much alcohol.''

''Anemia has nothing to do with the drinking. I have a high carence in iron.''

''Still. Alcohol mustn't be good for you. Especially at the pace and frequency you're drinking.''

Ander looked down, admitting defeat.

Omar had kept his mouth shut for so long, but he had enough. What happened today scared him and he felt partly responsible for the incident. Maybe if he had spoke up instead of carrying Ander to his room every nights, he wouldn't have fainted in class.

''I get that you're hurt and sad because you lost your best friend, but life doesn't end because a friendship is broken. You've got to take care of yourself, Ander. I get that you lost an important person, but I'm here, and your mom is too. Don't you think it's hurting us to see you destroy your health? I haven't told your mom about your drinking habits, and I'm not going to, but I think you should reflect on it. I don't think she'd like to find out that her son is turning into an alcoholic.''

Ander's features hardened, jaw clenching at the harsh word. ''I'm not an-''

''You are! Alcoholics drinks every day and, since Christmas, there's not a day I haven't seen you without a drink in hand.'' Omar sighed, gaining control of his emotions. He didn't want to scream at Ander, he just wanted to get his point across. ''I'm not telling you this to hurt you. I'm telling you this because I care about you. Because I love you and I wouldn't forgive myself if something were to happen to you because I didn't intervene when it was still time.''

Omar's words put Ander into deep thinking. He didn't realize what was happening - not to this extent. He knew he was drinking more than he should've, but not this much. Maybe Omar was right. Maybe he was an alcoholic. The possibility brought tears to his eyes. Fuck. He can't fall into that rabbit hole. His parents had just finished signing the divorce papers, he couldn't do that to his mom. She had been through enough.

''I...I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. I just kept drinking and didn't think of the side effects of alcohol binge. I just liked not thinking about anything, forgetting the shit happening in my life,'' Ander explained, ashamed of himself.

Omar reached out and grabbed his hand, showing support. ''I know, but don't you think it's time to try another solution? Instead of trying to numb your mind to forget the sad stuff, why don't you focus on the happier stuff? Do things that make you happy to forget about the sad stuff.''

Ander nodded, liking the idea. ''Like what, though? I don't know if you've noticed, I don't have friends anymore.'' He let out a dry laugh.

''You have me,'' Omar reminded, nudging him. ''I could take a night off every week and watch movies together instead of going out? Or we could get dinner, just the two of us?''

''Netflix and chill?''

Omar snorted, cheeks flushed. Of course, that's what he's thinking about. ''If you want.''

''I'd like that. But, I don't want you to take days off for me. You need the money-''

Rolling his eyes, Omar sighed. ''One night off won't cut me that much money, Ander. And, you've been there for me when my father kicked me out, it's my turn to be there for you.''

Fair.

For a relationship to be healthy, one can't just give, give, give and never take. You have to accept your partner's help and stop thinking you're a bother. Omar wouldn't have offered to take a day off to spend time with him if he hadn't genuinely wanted to.

The curly haired one sighed. ''Okay.''

''What movie do you want to watch first? Your body is still weak from the blood loss and fainting, you should take it chill tonight.''

Ander nodded. ''It's been so long since we spent a night just the two of us. I miss it.'' He bit his lip, glancing at his boyfriend.

''I miss it too.''

Omar stood from his chair, reading Ander's mind, and leaned for a kiss that quickly became inappropriate for hospitals. Hands slid on each other's body as tongues slipped in, almost forgetting where they were.

A squeal escaped Omar's lips when Ander's hand squeezed his ass through the denim fabric, taking him by surprise. He broke the kiss, narrowing his eyes. ''What are you doing?! We're at the hospital. Your mom is right on the other side of that door.''

Ander shrugged, laughing.

#omander #omar shanaa #ander munoz #omar x ander #ander x omar #elite #omander fic #I'm not sure about this fic #not a fan of the last scene #I'll do better next time #my head is not here #I think I ruined this fic #idk what I was doing

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misas-biggest-fan · 6 years ago

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matsuda, matt, and beyond?

thank you so mcuh!!

Matsuda: Are you an idealistic person?

I am a;osdjklkd LOL i try to default to thinking everyone’s good and everything will turn out well. It’s a good thing, but sometimes it’s meant that i ignore bad things and just wait for them to go away LOL

Matt: Who is someone you can always rely on?

@theamazingpeterparkerr @thatoneweirddude21 @spiderwebb93 @antifacowboy @simplynothuman @kaelvas and i love you guys!! and i’ve made so many awesome friends here, too!! i’m very lucky to be surrounded by good kind people

Beyond: What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you?

>:DDDDDDD OK GHOST STORY TIME!!!

ok well ill tell this one. so while I was living in East LA, (I was serving as a missionary and like doing service and stuff), and me and my friend lived in sort of one of the more dangerous areas of Montebello. the apartment we had at the time was TINY like terrifyingly small. it was also like...... always filthy. which was weird bc me and my friend cleaned it constantly. we’d spend hours cleaning and then we’d leave and come back and it’d all be grimy again....... there was also a weird feeling inside the house like we didn’t want to be there. we’d spend a lot of our evenings sitting on the curb under the streetlight outside our house because being inside made us anxious.

id also heard stories bc id had a friend in this exact same apartment a few months earlier and she’d said that one night, it was broken into while she was there and that they made loud noises and scared the person away and since then they put a chair in front of the door every night so we did thtat too

so weird stuff happened to me and my friend the entire time we were there. our bikes would break even after we fixed them multiple times. we got bed bugs (ew) i got kidney stones (story for another day but an equally horrifying one). so weird stuff. also one night, some dude was outside our house screaming about how he was gonna kill someone and then cops came and like literally dragged him away. very scary.

so anyway this all peaked when my friend woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom one night. we had bunk beds bc our house was too small for two beds (i know.) and she was on the top and right in front of our beds was this like, pushed into the wall kind of closet but it was also raised off the ground a little. and she wakes up and looks in front of her into the closet and sees someone sitting in it like this

(so i guess sort of L-style LOL ;alkdjf;sfldkj ok but worse) and anyway, it’s sitting at such a height inside the closet that it’s looking right into my bed.

so my sweet dumb friend gets up and goes to the bathroom anyway bc she’s a. disoriented b. thinks its me???? bc im the only other person that could be in the house??? idk why she thought this LOL

anyway but in the bathroom she wakes up enough to be like ‘hmm they would not be sitting ominously in the closet at 3am it’s probably not them’ and runs back out and the person is gone.

so she sits awake in her bed all night and cries until i wake up and then she cries more and tells me everything.

a week later, the president of our mission came to see our house because so many church members had complained that it was cursed and dangerous and he took one look at it and was like ‘YOURE MOVING’

so was it a person who broke in and my friend scared him away?!?!? or was it a demon???? she said it was a v shadowy figure without a face but it was also dark...... my bet is kind of on demon bECAUSE IT DOESNT STOP THERE

because we move right!!!!!! to alhambra!!! SO safe1!! also gorgeous and cute. we get this great house. awesome place. and anyway the house is set up at the end of a tiny little like, sidewalk and another house is almost directly in front of ours so ours faces his and his faces like, to the side. the dude in this house was super old and senile and we’d always say hello to him bc in alhambra, everyone spoke chinese or taiwanese but not spanish or english, but this guy spoke spanish and he was like the only one so we’d always say hello and he’d always be super confused. BUT the one SINGLE TIME he made sense EVER was like a week after we moved and this dude was always standing outside watering his roses and we came home and he was like HEY i have a terrible story for you and we were like WHAT and he was like ‘so i was standing here today watering my flowers and i looked up and saw my shadow on the side of your house on your porch by your door’ and we were lke ‘ok uh huh ok go on’ and he was like ‘ and then. i moved. and the shadow didn’t move. so i ran inside and ive been waiting for you to get home ever since im scared there Something in your house’

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW RIGHT.

so the story doesnt really like Stop There but that’s the last experience i had in LA w demons !!!!!!

#me living in LA with demons #side-ho-ryuuzaki

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