#i can literally be standing there with a dog food bowl IN HAND to feed the dog and i forget what i was doing

[pastafossa]

i too got the covid brain fog when i first got it, but i found omega-3s help!! especially if you keep at it for a while

Thank you for this, I can grab some this week! Cause my brain just feels like absolute swiss cheese. I can't remember basic things, have to have simple instructions repeated multiple times. I see something and five seconds later it's like it never existed, I don't even remember that I've forgotten something and I hate it. 😭😭😭 I'll absolutely give the omega-3s a try, I can add them in with my normal supplements!

[voidandabyssal]

Hey! It's been a while since I requested anything and I'm bored...

I miss your Horrorfell bros so can we have some general headcanons for them? Do they have any interests? Favourite things to do or food to eat? Would they get flustered easily if I complimented them (provided they aren't hungry)? Can you tell that I'm a sucker for these two AU's and love this combination??

Omg yayyyyy! I haven’t been requested in so long! Thank you❤️ I’m such a sucker for horrorfell! I wish more people liked it! I’m planning to rewrite my fan fiction of those two (finally😫) so hopefully you’ll get some more of my fav boys soon!

Pyre: (hf papyrus)

Hound: (hf sans)

Pyre and Hounds relationship doesn’t recover for a WHILE after surfacing. Bad enough that they go a good couple years without talking to each other. They reconnect after some long talks and deep self reflections in therapy and realise they miss each other.

Once they do reconnect they both put in the effort. Maybe they’ll never be as close as they once were, hell they probably won’t ever live together again. But they’re still brothers, and they still care about each other

Hound uses his government received reparations to buy a small run down cottage on the side of Ebott Mountain, it has a huge garden with lots of privacy from his neighbours. Hound isn’t actually sure if he has neighbours?? He sure as hell isn’t looking to meet them.

Pyre once on the surface eventually comes to be known as the crazy cat lady of his neighbourhood. He owns at least a dozen cats, (not including the feral strays he feeds in his garden). Each one is equally loved and doted on. They all sleep on his bed in the winter. They all have unique names, collars and food bowls. Not a single one goes a day without getting some kind of treat from Pyre

Hound despite his very extroverted past self, never fully recovers his interest in other people. He spends most of his days gardening and farming his own food. He’s got a small flock of chickens that he pretends to hate. Like one of those dads that grumpily insists he doesn’t like the new pet, but is then seen snuggling with the damn thing a day later.

Pyre regains his love for sweets. He kept it a secret before the famine, ashamed it would make him seen weak. He’s too old and hungry for that now tho. Give him his sweets or give him death🤺

The local bakery both fears and respects that man for the amount of chocolate sweets he purchases😮‍💨

Hound meanwhile is a blackhole for food, he literally has no favourites and would eat literally garbage if it was placed in front of him. Bro is just excited to eat

Both boys would get pretty flustered if you complimented them! Pyre would brush it off waving you away before you could see the blood red blush dusting his cheekbones. “YES OF COURSE YOU APPRECIATE THE TERRIBLE PYRES DINNER! YOU DID NOT NEED TO VERBALISE IT HUMAN!!!” As he hides away in the kitchen.

Hound would chuckle quietly and tug down his beanie so you couldn’t see the way his eye light blew up in size as he looked down at you, maybe he would reach down and ruffle your hair. “….thanks…..cutie” he would manage to speak aloud.

Hound doesn’t work, his metal jaw and cracked skull make it difficult for him to communicate, occasionally he’ll plonk down a stall (a totally legal one at that. No sir not at all like his illegal hot dog stand) and sell some of his veggies and chicken eggs other than that he’s pretty much chilling in his home.

Pyre on the other hand dives into work as soon as he can. He’s very lonely for a long time once on the surface. All his old friends are dead, or he wishes they were, him and Hound aren’t on speaking terms yet. So he busied himself to stop the aching feeling of loneliness settling into his soul.

He jumps around from place to place, it’s hard to find work when you’re a terrifying skeleton and you’re also disabled. Eventually he settles on working as a counsellor. He’s tough on his clients, unforgiving even. But Pyre loves what he does and he genuinely gives it his all in helping his patients.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this much, but Pyres got a pretty fucked up spine. It makes it difficult for him to go long without sitting, and he receives multiple surgeries to hopefully help fix it. All that does is extend the time he can stay standing. Pyre can’t do much exercise or walking before the pain gets too much. Once on the surface he gets a wheelchair and is pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t have to spend most of the day in terrible pain.

Pyres a tough nut to crack socially, his walls are forever up and he needs time to start to trust someone. Just keep taking your chances, sit with him at work, offer him some home baked cookies, knock on his door and ask for help (Pyre loves to feel useful). Eventually he’ll break, and you’ll have a gigantic protective skeleton at your beck and call!

Be ready to spend a lot of time after those walls are down though, Pyre loves to be social and he absolutely will drag you to places he wants to visit if need be.

Hounds a little easier to befriend, just don’t speak for him, (even if it takes a while for Hound to get the words out he hates being spoken over even more) and he’ll think you’re alright. If you wanna get closer you gotta dish out some puns, or some good ol’ slapstick humour often

I wouldn’t bother trying to befriend them in the Underground if I were you though. This time in their lives is marked by hunger, sadism and wrath. You likely won’t get far before a knife is shoved in your stomach or your chopped in half. If you meet them Underground you gotta have something to be worth keeping alive.

Pyre as much as he hates to admit it, spends a lot of time in therapy. When Pyre initially got triggered by something he reacted violently, brutally so. He would lash out at everyone and everything in the vicinity until he felt safe again. This was part of the reason Hound and him stopped talking. Hound was sick and tired of being torn into and beaten around over perceived insults or threatening actions.

The therapy does Pyre a lot of good, it’s what inspires him to become a counsellor. Eventually he settles down and manages to learn what to avoid and what to distance himself from.

Blood, meat, injured humans, etc. Pyre also deconstructs his ego problems, he stops feeling the need to constantly project “DANGER” to feel safe.

Hound never goes to therapy, ever. Yes he’s still triggered by a lot of things, and yeah sometimes he lashes out or suffers from debilitating panic attacks. No, there’s probably nothing anyone could ever do to convince him to go to therapy, he’s learning in his own way how to manage.

[ohbo-ohno]

hey actually im back to this one. surprising literally no one I’m adding more puppy play to this.

dark and mean below the cut, bdsm verging on physical abuse and implied noncon (but you can read it either way)

When Ghost wants to punish Johnny he leans wayyyy heavier into pet play because he knows how much it humiliates Johnny. Bad boys don’t get to be people, they get to be puppies. If he can’t handle being a well behaved person maybe he can handle being a well behaved dog. Things of that nature

Like, binding his hands to his shoulders and his feet to his thighs so he’s forced to crawl on knees and elbows. Puts a full hood over his head, makes Johnny feel like nothing because Ghost can’t even see his fucking face. Feeds him from a dog bowl, kicks him in the ribs if he tries to eat like a person does. Spits dogs don’t use their hands to eat, shoves Johnny nose first into the bowl by the back of his head. Makes him eat food that looks reaaaal close to dog food if he’s been really bad, calls it his kibble. Whacks him on the nose or the ass with a rolled up newspaper when he’s pouty or a little too grumpy. Leashes him up and has him right by his side constantly, tugs viciously is he lags even the tiniest bit. Makes him lift his leg in the air to piss :/

And on that topic, only lets him relieve himself outside. Makes him crawl through the grass, goads him into sniffing around by going “That the right spot, puppy? That where you wanna mark your territory?” when Johnny first lifts his leg. Makes him snuffle in the dirt a little to find the best place :(

I’m going back to the caning his feet thing. If Johnny is already in trouble and gets caught standing on two feet it is over for him, sorry dude. Simon would literally beat his feet until they bled, gags him so he doesn’t have to listen to his screams. When he’s done he doesn’t let Johnny crawl - holds him up by the elbows and says what? i thought you wanted to walk like a person?

And all Johnny can do is beg Simon to let him crawl please please i wanna be a puppy, will crawl and bark for you si, please, hurts so bad, please let me crawl for you? please? And well, who is Simon go deny his pet when he took his punishment so well? And he’s nice, let’s his pet crawl around all he wants until his feet are healed up <3

i know we're all on the serial killer au rn (which... god. yeah. fuckin hell. i have nothing to add its so immaculate) but my brain is still lingering on puppyboy soap and punishments. and reader being made to watch his more brutal punishments... what do u think those punishments are? bc we know johnny is like the biggest masochist ever and the only way to really punish him is to deny him of pleasure. so how does simon manage other punishments knowing he's probably just going to enjoy them?

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feather!!!! the prodigal horny son returns!!!

Not doing as much x reader stuff for this one! I think that version of Johnny is like impossible to punish because he’s so horny all the time so I’m gonna have some fun with another version of Johnny that has some actual humility and can in fact be punished

Also if anyone is interested: wrote more of ghost being very mean to soap here and here

Two words: Public. Humiliation. Fastest way to get Johnny teary and desperate is to fuck with him in public.

Ghost will fuck him in an unlocked room, hold Johnny’s jaw open so he can’t block his wails and moans. Doesn’t let him cum, leaves him there with his pants down for anyone to see - or use :(

Gropes him beneath a table for everyone around to see, rubs his cock and balls, gets poor Johnny all whiney and shifty. Makes him lean his full weight into Ghost, looks up at him with desperate puppy dog eyes, can’t stand to look anywhere else because he doesn’t want to know if anyone else is looking

Pins him against the mirror in the gym. Slips a hand down his shorts and jacks him off, doesn’t bother to weight for people to leave. Just gets him off right there, makes him paint the inside of his shorts and doesn’t let him change, makes him keep working out all messy

Has Soap shower with a cock cage on. Makes him shower at one of the busiest times, gives him an itty bitty little towel so he’s got nothing to hide behind. Does wonders for Johnny’s ego problem

Makes him wear a tail plug all day. Leaves poor Johnny with an awkward shape in the back of his pants, spends all day horrified at the thought of someone else knowing what he’s wearing. Ghost will do anything he needs to to remind him he’s a puppy though <3

He’d also love denial as a punishment with Johnny. Refuses to fuck him, just thrusts between his thighs (makes him squeeze them real tight for him) until he gets off, paints Johnny’s swollen balls with his cum. Flops into his back with a big, satisfied sigh and ignores the whining mutt next to him

Locks him in a cock cage and milks his prostate. Gets Johnny’s balls nice and empty but doesn’t let him quite finish, leaves him sobbing and miserable. Simon makes him lick his mess up, then locks him in the cage for the night so he doesn’t have to deal with his humping. Falls asleep to his sniffles and cries

Also - beatings for sure. Simon tears Johnny’s ass to shreds. Even as a masochist, Johnny’s got a point where it stops being pleasurable (in some universes at least lol) and Ghost is more than willing to go past that point. Beats him black and fucking blue, totally has one of those paddles with a word engraved on it - maybe one with Simon and one with Bitch or something, just to really ham home what Johnny is

Could see him caning the bottom of Johnny’s feet if he refuses to crawl :( Puppy wanted to stand like a person so bad yesterday, now he can’t put any pressure on his feet at all without sobbing. Poor thing. Just crawls along behind Ghost like a good dog should

[sadlysoulx]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS GOING TO IKEA

Part 2 (w/ Hinata, Kageyama, Sakusa, Oikawa, Ushijima and Tendou)

I really really like the idea of haikyuu boys going to Ikea, the part 1 is on my account so pls feel free to read it. As u can see. . . Double post😏😏😏 I want to spoil y'all coz ur my bbs😌✨ please enjoy ❤️ THANK YOU FOR 49 FOLLOWERS 😭💓✨

Hinata

Please this ball of sunshine's never been excited to go to a furniture shop

He likes it because he loves picking up mysterious tools.

GURLLL, THE MOMMENT YOU STEPPED IN IKEA HE GOT LOST😭

You got so nervous coz you can't find your boyfriend in the sea of people.

That is until the speakers blared out, saying:

"L/N Y/N, please come to the office, your child has been found,"

And you were like: wait I have a child???👀👄👀

But then you figured it's probably Hinata

So you went in the office to see Hinata pretending to crying his eyes out

And then when he looked up, he said to the staff:

"yeah. . . That's my mom,"

You:👁️👄👁️

Employees:👁️ᴗ👁️

Hinata: 👁️〰️👁️

After that, you made sure Hinata doesn't leave your sight.

He sat in that cart where your supposed to hang the yellow ikea bag.

Hinata likes to point to things you don't need and tries to convince you to buy them.

"Y/N. . . Please! Look it's so cool, you just have to spin this and then your pencil would be sharpened!"

"Ooooooh! Y/N we need to get that folding table!"

"WOW! Y/N, Y/N, babe! Look at that sofa that can turn into a bed, let's have one!"

But ofcourse you didn't buy them🙅

After buying things you need, you went to the Ikea food court to have lunch.

This baby likes the kiddie meal where you are given a colored plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

Please, Kuroo and Bokuto had a huge influence on him since they also like kiddie meals.💀

He also likes the Ikea meatballs<3

But then after that, he convinced you to let him go to the Ikea Kid playground.

Since he's a small baby, the Ikea staff let him in😭😭😭

(pretend there's no height limit)

Your watched through the window outside as he played.

He settled in the pool of plastic balls playing with other kids.

And then he went up climbing the big dust pan with those ropes and surrounded by plastic balls😖

He watched cartoons with other kids❤️

But then he immediately went out because he made a kid cry by accidentally cursing at them💀

Hinata may be a fluff ball but sometimes Tsukishima is a bad influence for him 🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama

ಠ_ಠ expression always on

When you wanted to show him something and ask if it's nice, he would nod and just be like: ಠ_ಠ

Seriously, when you show him a kitchen knife, he would nod and say:

"It's nice you should buy it,"💀

When you show him a useless kitchen tool, he would nod and say to buy it.

Help this boi✋🏻😭

He doesn't know how to shop😭

Buuuuut when it comes or the bedroom area, he would sit on it and lay down.

Kageyama would drag you on the bed and make you lay down beside him, not caring if people gave you weird looks❤️

He keeps on insisting to get a new matress because the one he's laying on is soft.

And then he mentioned how you need to buy a new bedframe because the both of you broke the ones in the house.😃

BECAUSE YOU WERE JUMPING ON THE BED SEEING WHO CAN JUMP THE HIGHEST.

He was bored whenever you stop by to check something out

So he stands behind you like🕴️

And one time he accidentally made a kid cry😭

He just tried to make the baby laugh with "funny faces"

But then he ended up making them cry¯\_( ˘_˘)_/¯

You know that part of Ikea where there are really tall shelves with full of boxes?? Yeah that one

It's so adorable how he looks up at them with his chin up in the air like how a child would look up on an airplane 😖❤️

Oh yeah and he insists on buying those cute tent playhouse 🎪. 😃

He even begs on his knees for you to accept to buy it.

When you stopped to eat, he wants to push the food cart for you, he find it exciting to out on the trays of the cart😣

he always go back to the line to get another carton of milk

He came back 3 times, back and forth just to buy another milk🤦🏻‍♀️

Kageyama likes the yogurt that Ikea sells, he likes the strawberries and berries decorated on top of it.

He doesn't have his own plate of food, he wants to share with you✌️

Sakusa

He doesn't want to go

But reader-senpai is so stubborn so you insist

He didn't want to go so you finally gave up, leaving him in your shared apartment.

But then at the last minute, he said he wanna come.

Yoomi-bby doesn't want people to touch you or even ask for your number.

What's his is only his so no SHARING 😤

He always scolds you on stop picking up things on everything you see.

So every time you drop the item, he sprays your hands with alcohol

Coz he doesn't want his baby to be sick😪

But when the both of you reached the bathroom/toilet models, he literally switched.

He finds them interesting😃

Like how the bathroom models are beautifully designed.

He finds it funny when the inside of the toilet is covered with plastic, so no one would really poop or pee in it

He laughs so cute 😖❤️

He laughs for straight 2 minutes and you don't really care, he's just adorable.

Please he collects Ikea pencils 😭

He takes more when he saw another Ikea pencil and ruler stall.

And then take some random paper and draws on it out of boredom.

He drew you😞

It wasn't the best but it's cute how he tries hard.

Kiyoomi also find the chair sections interesting.

He likes the rocking chairs and said that he would get one

How could you say no?❤️

He payed for it easily and it would be delivered in the apartment this night.

💸RICH BOI 💸

When you are in the rugs and mats section, he likes touching the furry ones

"Look Y/N! it's really soft. . . Touch it,"

But then he told you to leave the area immediately because it smells weird👁️👄👁️

It came from those leather and those cow skin looking matts💀

When lunch rolls by, he likes to watch kids playing in the playground 😣

He eats fancy so don't be surprised if you see him use knife and fork so expertly and eat steak with some sauce.

He gets so excited when going home because he can finally set up the rocking chair 💀

Oikawa

He loves shopping!

I can sense it, he radiates the vibes, you can't change my mind.

He picks up everything he sees and put in the cart.

And you have to get those things from the cart and put it back because you don't need them💀

He whines about how he needs all of them

And you have to remind him that they would just stay in the storage room like how the other things ended up he brought last time.

But nuh-uh

🎶He sees it, he likes it, he want it, he got it🎶

🎶I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it🎶

"Y/N-chan, I'll buy it with my own money! You don't have to worry about it!"

You know what are the things he buys?

A whole chandelier, an emergency lamp that charges by spinning the ledge, a WHOLE cabinet, some kitchen utensils–he doesn't cook💀 and some more things. . .😐

He actually bought the whole Ikea 😭

But then he came up to you and ask if you can buy him those dog stuff toys.

He pouted for it.

You gave in and bought two stuff toys for you and him❤️

And then you remembered why he asked you to buy it for him when he had no problem to pay the expensive things he wanted.🙄

"So that it would be special, Y/N, look it came from you!"

He likes the candle section.

He specifically likes the scented ones.🕯️

Oikawa keeps picking them up and smelling them😭

He ended up adding to cart once again🤦

He made a delivery truck deliver all the things he bought to your house.

Ofcourse he would, he 💸rich💸

After that you both ate

And he just had to insist on you feeding him because he wanted to make the lonely teen across him jealous 😭😭😭 slskskjfgh

He likes the bread bowls

No he doesn't put soup in them

He just likes the bread.

You don't have to go back to Ikea for a whole year because you remembered Oikawa bought the whole store.

Ushijima

He just follows you everywhere, stoic and not saying anything 😐

When you stop to check on something he'll be like🕴️behind you

He also picks up some things that interests him😖

And if her finds something weird, he'll pick it up also and try to find out how to use it

But he ends up breaking it, so he quickly put it back and walk back to you😭

He holds your hand and look around as if he's a lost puppy ❤️

Waka-waka takes those paper rulers and roll them into a tight roll💀 please I do that everytime

He also collects those Ikea brochures and still takes another one even though you have a lot at home 😃

You know those yellow banners that hung from the ceiling with the prizes labeled on it??

Like kenma from part 1, he jumps and hits it with his fingertips aww

He's a huge baby🤭

Until he breaks it and made it fall on the floor💀

The both of you quickly run away before a staff scolds you both

Everytime other time, out of the blue, he would hug you, telling how much you mean to him😢

You know those fake windows in house models where it's actually just wallpapers lightened up from underneath??

He thrash talked about who taught about it because it didn't look too realistic 💀

He likes the kitchen section because the kitchen tools amazes him nd he cooks in the house,sooo¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ushijima points at the things he find interesting and talk about them to you

"hey. . .Y/N. . . That thing is so cool, it can turn into a bed from a sofa. . ."

ANDDDD

He also likes the outdoor/garden section.❤️

He has his mini garden and he plants succulents😩

So he puts soils and other plant materials he needed for planting like pots and shovels.

He buys you plastic flowers too💀

It's not real but hey! At least it came from someone you really really love😏

He buys you unnecessarily a lot of those too😃

buys you things you needed, anything you want, he'll buy for you. . .

He'll just take out his credit card💳

When lunch comes, he always take the fruit salad because he likes it.

He would also feed you his own food•//////•

Ushjima always likes the fish with that kind of sauce

He shares food

So take it or leave it 😤

Tendou

Baki Baki ni oreeeee~

I love this boi, I don't get why people see him as a monster😤

Oki oki, he is sooooo excited to go around ikea

He takes a lot of the Ikea magazines

"it's free! So why not take many?"

He literally skips around beside you and gets excited over small things

"Ooooooh, Y/N! A rechargable light bulb!"

"Y/N! Y/N! Come here! Look, it's a chandelier that opens and closes!!"

He is very curious about things so make sure you stir him away from the kitchen section because that's where most of the weirdest things are.

Somehow you'd still end up in the kitchen section

He saw this weird looking scissors and he doesn't know what are the other features for.

You told him to drop it because he might hurt himself.

But no, he just had to figure out what is is for💀

He ended up hurting himself from toying around a scissors that separates each leg so that it can become a knife.

Of course he did hurt himself🤦

He run up to you, whimpering

And you just have to scold him😐

One time he got so curious about what that heavy door was for and he opened it

The alarm started going off🚨💀

IT WAS AN EMERGENCY DOOR

You made sure you don't let Tendou out of your sight again

When you stopped for lunch, you let him control the food cart.

But he accidentally pushed an old lady infront of the line with it.

Don't worry Gran is fine👵

What's with Haikyuu characters always liking kiddie meals?!😭

Yeah yeah he likes them❤️

But then when you two settled down to finally eat

He screamed why is his plate color is green, he wants red😭

You told him to finish his food quickly or else you'll leave him there

So both of you finished quickly and Satori wants to go home as fast as possible because he said he has a concert in his shower💀💀💀

My hands hurts😐

Anyways thank you for staying till the end❤️

Every like, reblogs and follow is appreciated 😏

This is my work so please don't steal in any way, not even turning it into a tiktok😐

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[clairdelunelove]

AOT Valentine’s Day Headcanons

eren jaeger x reader, jean kirschstein x reader, armin arlert x reader, levi ackerman x reader, erwin smith x reader, porco galliard x reader, genderneutral!reader

genre: insane amounts of fluff, comfort 

warnings: slight cursing, insane amounts of fluff 

synopsis: small scenarios of what some  aot boys would do for you during valentine’s day. 

a.n: enjoy the lovely day with some of these cuties! remember to take care of yourselves and know you’re all loved <3

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eren jaeger

this man would definitely try to cook a nice dinner for you 

especially if you’re having a hard week 

expect him to be researching the best recipe a couple days beforehand 

“what are you doing, eren?”

he’ll glance up and nonchalantly mutter, “nothing, babe” while scrolling through fancy recipes 

on valentine’s day it’s his time to shine 

waits for you to leave the house and go to work before leaving to pick up the necessary ingredients 

gets in a verbal argument with a store clerk if he doesn’t find the exact name of what he’s searching for 

“are you deaf? I said I needed a bag of shrimp”

“and we have that, sir. you said you needed a bag of prawns right?”

“it’s shrimp! how many goddamn times do I need to repeat myself?”

gets home with bags full of groceries and gets to work 

slowly chops all the vegetables and curses when he nicks his finger with the edge of the knife 

puts too much oil in the frying pan and tosses everything in there 

scrolls through his phone while waiting 

spends fifteen minutes ogling at his screensaver 

of course it’s a pic of you 

ends up burning everything he made

orders takeout, plates it real nice, and attempts to brush off that it was his cooking once you’re home 

“this is so good, babe!” you exclaim while lifting the fork to your mouth, “tastes like the order we usually get at that one French restaurant.”

“glad you like it, baby”

cue his nervous sweating 

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jean kirschstein 

simp energy!

makes previous reservations to take a painting class with you 

tells you to dress warm before the two of you head out 

so! happy!

has the goofiest smile on the actual date

tucks your hand in his pocket while walking to the art studio

spends the whole time checking over at your easel 

audibly approves of everything you do, even if you’re drawing a line 

“wow, it looks great sweetheart” 

scrunches up his brows while concentrating 

listens to the art instructor say to paint something that they love 

takes it quite literally 

paints you 

tries to get each pretty feature about you 

swipes his hand over his cheek and gets paint on it 

literally sweats out of pure focus and won’t want to leave until he’s done

“jean, babe, we gotta go” 

“five more minutes please. almost done”

five min turns into five hours 

jean’s painting of you is surprisingly amazing and he’s even lowkey impressed 

has a random stranger take a pic of you and him together while holding up the paintings

treats you to an expensive restaurant afterwards and pays

full stomachs = happy couple 

pulls you close while walking through the downtown streets 

whispers cheeky pickup lines into your ear and presses a kiss against your head

best. day. ever. 

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connie springer 

did you say it was valentine’s day?

shit 

definitely forgets about the whole holiday but is quick enough to put something together for you 

you both aren’t super invested in sappy holidays but connie tries each time 

the morning of, he’ll run to the nearest shops and try to pick out a bouquet of flowers for you 

everything’s sold out 

will curse his luck and literally sprint out of there 

kicks himself for not planning in advance as he’s walking up the driveway of your house

notices the neighbor’s beautiful flowers 

idea!

he will dash through each neighbor’s yard and pick their flowers so a mismatched bouquet rests in his hand

“happy valentine’s day, my favorite goofball!” 

“thanks, babe,” your wide eyes stare at the uncoordinated bouquet in your hands, “I love it”

cue the mud that falls to the floorboards 

you scold connie about the dirt that’s still stuck on the roots since it dirties the floors 

he’ll take you out to watch a comedy show too!

whole evening of laughter while his arm is wrapped around your shoulder

you were both glowing in happiness (along with having a sore stomach) afterwards

wraps his sweater around you since the evening was getting chilly 

drives you home and gives you the sweetest kiss 

he’ll pull away with a, “wow” while being completely dazed out 

let’s you take his jacket home and texts you corny jokes the whole night 

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Maro Bott 

desperately! wants you to be his valentine 

almost cries tears of joy when you accept his confession which only makes you confused 

“Marco, sweetie, we’ve been dating for two years”

“doesn’t matter, love” 

shows up extra early with a bouquet of roses 

“happy valentine’s day!”

expect him to walk inside the house and look through all your cabinets for a vase 

helps you pick out an outfit because he has the “perfect date” planned 

causes you to be wrapped in bundles of clothing 

won’t tell you where he’s taking you once the two of you are in the car

“an,” you tilt your head and albeit a bit puzzled, “ice rink?”

“time for some ice skating!”

laces up your skates before he even does his own so he makes sure it’s secure 

will ask multiple times if your feet are comfortable 

once he has his skates on, it’s game over 

can’t walk without holding onto your hand for a couple moments 

“this is harder than I thought,” he confesses with a nervous grin 

gets on the ice and falls 

hard 

the thump causes everyone to look at the two of you and he only responds with, “oh look (Y/n)! I’ve fallen for you! Get it?”

undoubtedly makes you giggle and onlookers awe

gets the hang of ice skating and teaches you how if you’re scared of falling 

makes excuses to pull you close and sweetly kiss your cheek 

“it’s part of the learning process”

the day was as sweet as Marco is 

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Armin Arlert 

bookstore date!

will definitely plan in advance because he wants everything to be perfect 

expect a good morning text that’s a whole paragraph long <3

still asks you, “can I be your valentine?” even if you are both dating 

plan on wearing matching outfits for the day 

light academia style of white turtlenecks, beige pants, and cardigans 

will take a selfie with you and set it as his lock screen so he can awe at it every second 

“you’re breathtaking” 

intertwines your fingers with his when you’re holding hands 

swings it while walking 

lots of attention once the two of you step inside the bookstore

constant whispering about the matching outfits and innocent affection 

he’ll lead you to the back of the store and spend the entire day there 

sits on the floor, leaning against the wooden bookcase, and stroking your hair while you’re laying on his lap 

silence = peace 

piles of books around you both 

“how’s the plot, love?” 

will ask that when his head is resting on your thigh and inwardly loves how comfy you are 

buys all the books you want and waves away your credit card when you try to pay 

“consider it repayment for spending the day with me” 

holds the tote bag of books the whole time despite it being heavy 

stops by the cafe to buy cups of hot chocolate

notices a small amount of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth 

chuckles and stops to literally lean down to press his lips against yours in order to wipe it off 

whispers, “you’re so lovely, angel”

both of you will pull away with flushed faces and lovesick smiles 

-

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Levi Ackerman 

“what’s this for, brat?”

frowns once he opens his front door and you’re standing there with a wide grin 

“happy valentine’s day, dear! I wanted to watch a movie then-” 

“yeah, yeah” 

lets you in anyways 

takes the large basket full of movies, snacks, and skincare out of your hands

sets it on the kitchen counter and you immediately pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave

your movements are quick as you’re scurrying around the kitchen retrieving bowls, plates, and napkins 

levi watches you from the couch, inwardly pleased that you’re able to memorize the layout of his house since you’ve been over so many times 

he’d never tell a soul though 

movies with levi!

he won’t pay attention to the movie at all but still comments film mistakes 

“he wasn’t even wearing that sweater in the previous scene” 

“levi, honey, who even pays attention to that” 

“people with eyes” 

allows you to cuddle close to him but his fingers itch to bring you even closer 

audibly groans when you move away to fetch something 

“self care time!” you exclaim while holding up a pack of face masks 

will not let you put one on him once he sees how silly they look 

“please?”

“no,” he states, “they look fucking ridiculous”

does it anyways once your puppy dog eyes are on display 

curses as you slick his hair back and put one on him 

hates it and voices his opinion 

but at the end of the day, he agrees with the saying, ‘happy wife, happy life’ 

and oh yes, you were going to be his wife one day 

-

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Erwin Smith 

imagine sleeping in and waking up to breakfast in bed 

pancakes, waffles, bagels, raspberry streusel muffins 

and everything’s like 

in the shape of a heart <3

turns on some classical, romance music 

sweet candles that smell like vanilla = burning 

that’s what this man would do 

wakes up super early 

determined to whip everything up pronto 

folded all the laundry, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the house 

amazing 

10/10 gentleman 

“good morning, love” 

edges the bedroom door open with his shoulder while holding a tray of delicious food 

definitely still in casual wear clothes 

a sweater and grey joggers that he wore to sleep 

loves the smile on your face

says “happy valentine’s day” and presses a kiss on the back of your hand 

sits on the edge of the bed while you eat 

chuckles when you feed him 

lets you though 

brushes your hair back each time you take a bite to eat 

amusingly shakes his head whenever you over-exaggerate a hum in delight 

pleased smirks!

definitely tried to swipe whip cream over your cheek just to hear you giggle 

it’s beautiful 

watches the way the sunlight pours through the window and creates a glow on your face 

serenity, calmness, and adoration 

discreetly pinches himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming 

wouldn’t want this day to end 

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Porco Galliard 

“you doin’ anything today or what?”

will be the first text you get from him in the early morning 

after a second passes, the little dots show up to indicate he’s typing again 

“nvm. lemme take you out today” 

shows up to your place unannounced and immediately notices what you’re wearing 

“you’re wearing that? like for real?”

“is there something wrong with it?”

notices the panic in your eyes and immediately stutters  

“nah, just,” he’ll bring his hand up to swipe at his noise while avoiding your gaze, “think you’ll be cold but you can wear my jacket or whatever.” 

leads you to his muscle car and opens up the passenger door for you 

surprisingly chivalrous for the day 

drives throughout town to pick up stuff like a blanket, picnic basket, pre-made food, drinks 

pays for it, of course, because he claims he’s the better man like that 

“only scummy men let their partners pay” 

spends the whole day driving around, hand on your thigh, while blasting your fav songs” 

rolls the windows down so other drivers look your way 

will also flip off anyone that suggestively gazes at you 

loves when you belt out the lyrics and eagerly want him to join your singing session 

rolls his eyes, “me? singing? gross.”

will sing 100% but only if you don’t call his bluff

pulls to the side of the road and sets up a romantic picnic spot nestled in an open field 

drapes his jacket over your smaller physique and only mutters, “wear it before you catch a cold”

spends the evening star gazing, letting you rest your head on his chest while his hands are folded behind his neck 

carries you back to the car once you’re asleep, snaps on your seatbelt, presses a kiss on your forehead, and mumbles, “thanks for lettin’ me take you out today, idiot.” 

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff 

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice 

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job 

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water 

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y 

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses 

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

Relationship Q&A - Wildmoore Edition

Who confessed feelings first?

Sophie. Definitely Sophie. Ryan is too damn stubborn to admit or even realize that she has feelings for Sophie. Sophie knew for a while that she had feelings for Ryan and she had an inkling that Ryan liked her back but she knew that Ryan would not realize it or admit it if she did realize. Sophie admittedly wanted to start kissing Ryan and going out with her romantically instead of always leaving their hangouts feeling unsatisfied lol so she knew she had to make the first move. When she did, Ryan slapped her playfully on the arm and said, damn Soph, it took you look enough. 

Nicknames for each other? 

Ryan still calls Sophie, “Crowphie” but it’s endearing and playful and Sophie doesn’t mind it. She calls her, “Soph” as well. They both call each other bae, babe, boo, baby. Sophie calls Ryan, “Ry Ry” and also calls her “Shawty/shorty.” When they’re playing video games and it gets competitive, Ryan refers to herself as “Bdub” short for BW (batwoman). Bdub finna drop this 30 piece on your head Soph. Sophie usually let’s Ryan win when they play 2k because she thinks it’s cute when Ryan gets competitive and gloats. 

Who apologizes first in fights?

Since they are enemies to lovers they are used to fighting with each other and not seeing eye to eye. So they don’t ever really freak out about a big fight. They know one of them will eventually come around. Even though Ryan is more stubborn and hard headed, it’s usually her that apologizes first. Sophie can’t stay mad at Ryan’s puppy dog face and her sweet smile. They always hug and then Ryan says, Soph, I’m sorry. And then Sophie immediately says, no, babe, I’m sorry. They are good at talking through their issues and know how to have  healthy communication Then once they talk they have a lot of make up sex and cuddles. 

Who said I love you first?

Ryan said it first. Ryan was in the batsuit and she thought she was about to die after getting bested in a big fight. She turned on her comms and told Mary and Luke to get Sophie on the line.  

Soph? 

Yeah I’m here babe, what is it?

Sophie, I love you. Ryan said this with zero hesitation in her voice. She turned off the batsuit voice manipulator so that Sophie could hear Ryan’s real voice when she told her. 

You wha-

I love you. I’m in love with you. And I have been for a while now. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know the right time. I thought maybe I would take you to dinner at our favorite spot, but it doesn’t look like I’m gonna make it. Ryan’s breath was coming out in short bursts and she was struggling. Sophie heard the distress. 

BABE, Ryan talk to me! What’s happening? 

I’m ok, I just needed to tell you this incase I didn’t get the chance. I love you with my whole heart Sophie. You’re the most important thing in my life and I’m so glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Are you quoting a Bright Eyes song to me right now? Sophie let out a raspy laugh.

Damnit Soph, I’m trying to be serious here. I didn’t know you know that song.

Ryan, I hear you sing it to yourself literally every morning when you’re getting dressed.

Oh. 

Ryan?

Yeah? Ryan’s voice comes out strained but she’s holding on. 

I love you too. And you’re not dying today. Hang tight shorty. I’m on my way. 

Who is the cuddler?

Ryan is more cuddly for sure. Ryan always wants cuddles even when Sophie isn’t in the mood. Ryan likes to act big and tough and she totally is but she’s also a huge softie. When Sophie is grumpy and they’re lying in bed together, Ryan rolls over and big spoons Sophie. When they’re on the couch watching movies, Ryan always wants the cuddles. She hasn’t felt very safe for most of her life and Sophie makes her feel safe. When she’s cuddled up with Sophie she feels like she’s in a cocoon where nothing and no one can harm her. Sophie has picked up on this being the reason Ryan cuddles so much and so she lets her do it whenever she wants even though Sophie isn’t the biggest cuddler. 

Who wakes up first?

Sophie does. And she makes breakfast, has her coffee. Reads through her twitter news feed, takes a shower, brushes her teeth, does her hair, and gets dressed and is ready to go before Ryan gets out of bed. Ryan always marvels at how Sophie is always so prompt and ready. Sophie says it’s because of her military background. Ryan thinks it’s because Sophie has had trouble sleeping ever since Kate died (and then came back to life as something that is not Kate). Ryan knows Sophie doesn’t have feelings for Kate anymore and she’s not jealous. But she knows how traumatizing it was for Sophie and she’s had trouble sleeping ever since. Ryan hopes that some day she can wake up before Sophie because it will mean she has slept through the night comfortably, uninterrupted and unbothered by her worries. 

Who falls asleep first?

Ryan usually does. Being Batwoman is tiring. They don’t tell you that when you sign up for this gig. Ryan usually knocks out on the couch while Sophie is making dinner or taking off her work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable. Sophie will come out of her room and see  Ryan curled up on the couch asleep. Sometimes she puts a blanket over her and then sits near her and runs her hands through Ryan’s hair or rubs her back. Or they will be watching TV or a movie and Ryan will fall asleep on Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie always finds these moment tender because it reminds her of when Batwoman, before she knew it was Ryan, rested her head on Sophie when she thought she was dying. Sophie likes listening to the sound of Ryan’s soft breathing, in and out in and out. It puts her at ease. And she often sneaks a kiss onto Ryan’s forehead. At night when they crawl into bed, Sophie will be telling Ryan about some new case and Ryan after a while will stop responding and Sophie will see that she’s fallen asleep. Sophie always finishes her story anyway and then she reads a book until she grows tired too and shuts off the light.

Who is more Romantic? 

Ryan is. I told you she’s a big softie. She loves spoiling Sophie. She kisses her all the time, she’s always reaching for Sophie’s hand and interlocking their fingers. She makes playlists for Sophie, she goes all out on Sophie’s bday or just because. And she likes planning dinner dates for the two of them. Ryan has been out longer than Sophie and she is more used to the PDA and the dating and spoiling a girl thing. Sophie is still learning what it looks like to be romantic with another woman. Besides the sex and kissing which she is very good at. Sophie does go all out for Vday, Ryan’s bday, and Christmas though. 

Who has more of a temper?

They both are hot heads and fly off the handle but it makes for great angry sex and make up sex. 

What do they argue about the most?

The others’ safety. 

Who is more jealous?

Neither of them are really the jealous type. They know they each only have eyes for each other. Before they started dating, they both were a little jealous of Mary. But it turns out Mary didn’t like either of them in that way and they were both didn’t like Mary in that way, they were just projecting. The conversation went something like this: I thought you liked Mary? What I thought you liked Mary? No. I like you. I like you too. Some girls at the bar do try and flirt with Ryan and if Sophie is there she just laughs. She finds it more amusing than anything. Because Ryan gets all cute and flustered. Ryan finds it funny when they’re out and guys try and hit on either one of them- assuming that the two are just gal pals. They shoot the guys down and then they laugh and say to each other, “why are we so hot?”

What do they do for fun/in their downtime?

Ryan and Sophie are both huge tomboys and so it makes for a fun relationship. They play fight a lot! Mary walks in on some of their playfights and thinks they are fighting for real and tries to break it up. Then when she realizes they are play fighting she gets grossed out and says, ew is this foreplay?? They go mini golfing, bowling, go to the shooting range because Ryan wants to learn how to shoot like Sophie. They go to arcades, and they go to amusement parks and movies. When they’re at home they like to watch streaming services, watch sports, read, watch movies, take naps, and order take out. They like trying new places and ordering food for each other from the new places- and if they order food the other likes then they get a point, if they order food the other person doesn't like then they don’t get a point. Whoever gets 10 points doesn’t have to pay on their next date. 

Favorite thing about each other:

Sophie likes Ryan’s lips, Ryan likes Sophie’s eyes. Ryan likes that Sophie is not scared of standing up for herself or what she thinks is right. She likes her bravery and courage. She likes how bad ass Sophie is but also how she is so kind and sweet. She likes Sophie’s raspy voice. She won’t admit it but she likes how Sophie proved Ryan wrong. She likes that she kept her secret as Batwoman and how she isn’t like the Crows in the way she thought Sophie was. Sophie likes Ryan’s cute smile and puppy dog eyes. She likes Ryan’s unwavering confidence and strength. She likes that Ryan doesn’t back down and that she protects the people that she loves with her whole heart. She likes that Ryan isn’t afraid of anyone and will challenge and step up to anyone. They both love how the other loves them. They both love how safe, and protected the other one makes them feel. 

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noodle <3

2.2k on harry’s new puppy. the before and after of a clean break . goes from kinda angsty to fluffy (literally) to more angst, and then wraps up with fluffy fluff fluff. 

Harry’s house felt empty. 

It was empty, really, but it felt about a million more times empty than it ever had. 

He couldn’t bear it. 

He woke up in the morning and turned over to kiss you awake. He brushed his teeth and stared at the spot where your toothbrush went. He got changed and remembered where he’d gone with you while wearing that shirt; how you’d complimented those pants and teasingly mocked those socks. He made coffee and ignored the gaping hole where your mug used to go. 

He was driving to the studio one morning, thinking about all of this - what song you’d have put on if you were in the car with him, how your hand would feel in his, what joke he’d say to hear your laugh - when he saw a pet adoption center. 

All at once, the solution became clear. 

A dog, he thought. I need a dog. 

So he turned off the road, kind of in a daze, and walked inside. Barking, chirping, and soft music greeted him. He flipped his sunglasses up. The lady at the counter’s eyes widened, and then she smiled. “Hi!” she said brightly. “Can I help you?” 

“Er… yes,” Harry said. He rocked back on his heels. “I’d like a dog, please.” 

She smiled more. Harry saw her nametag. It said Holly. “Okay!” she said, coming around from behind the counter. “Follow me.” Harry put his hands in his pockets and followed her a few steps back into the shop, and then around a corner. 

Dogs of every size, shape, and color lined the wall, separated by short, colorful barriers. The barking increased as the dogs noticed Harry and Holly. Harry felt a smile on his face as he looked around at all of them, up on hind legs, tongues lolling out of mouths. 

“Here we are,” Holly said over the noise. She crouched down next to one, rubbing the dog’s ear. With her other hand, she pointed to a card attached to the barrier. “These have all their information,” she said. 

Harry nodded, and started walking around. He kept his hands in his pockets and walked around the room. He scanned the cards, only stopping when he saw an anomaly. One dog, a puppy, by the look of it, was quiet. It wasn’t barking, wasn’t on its hind legs excitedly jumping up to greet Harry. 

There wasn’t a card attached, either, so Harry turned around to look at Holly. She was preoccupied with another dog, petting him and laughing as he flopped over onto his back. “Hey, erm - this one have a card,” Harry said. 

She looked up and then stepped over the barrier to walk over to him. “Oh, yeah, this little guy,” she said. “We just found him a few days ago. No collar, no chip or anything. We waited a little while for somebody to come and - you know, claim him, but it never happened.” She knelt down and scratched him behind the ear. “We don’t even know his name.” 

“He’s quiet,” Harry said. 

He was cute, too; golden and fluffy, and Harry thought he looked like a goldendoodle. 

Holly looked up and smiled at him. “Yeah.” 

“Can I - er, can I get him? Have him?” 

“Sure!” Holly said. She got a collar and a leash from the wall behind Harry and clipped it onto the dog. “Wanna walk him up?” she asked, holding the leash out to Harry. He smiled and took it from her, and she opened the barrier to let him through. 

The dog walked next to Harry, sniffing the floor and the walls and occasionally Harry’s pant leg as they headed back to the front desk. He sat down and watched Harry with big brown eyes as Harry filled out paperwork, and then trotted behind them as Holly showed Harry toys and dog food and beds everything Harry needed. 

Soon enough, Harry was staring at the dog, sat peacefully on the passenger seat, looking out the window curiously. After a few seconds, the dog looked back at Harry, and Harry smiled because it almost looked like he was smiling, too. 

“Right, then,” Harry said, patting the top of his head. “You need a name.” Harry twisted his keys in the ignition and started off towards home. “Marley,” Harry said, glancing over at the puppy. 

No reaction. 

“Alright,” Harry hummed. “How about… Bob.” 

Still nothing. 

Harry smiled. “So this’ll be a challenge, hm?” he asked. The dog lay down in the seat and sighed heavily, looking up at him. Harry laughed and rubbed his fluffy head. He suggested names the entire way home, but nothing seemed to stick. 

When they got home, the puppy wandered around, sniffing every corner and inspecting each piece of furniture. Harry watched him, partially endeared but also sort of worried about puppy proofing his entire house. 

He wasn’t too worried about it, though, because after a while, the puppy came over and sat down next to him, tail thumping on the floor behind him and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Harry grinned and crouched down to pet him, then looked at his phone. 

“What do you say to some food, buddy?” Harry asked. “‘s almost noon…” 

He just licked Harry’s hand. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Harry said, laughing as he stood up and the puppy followed him into the kitchen, where Harry looked at the refrigerator and pantry. Nothing seemed very interesting, but Harry eventually grabbed a pack of ramen and started boiling some water. 

While it heated up, Harry set up the puppy’s bed and toys, then got distracted playing fetch with the puppy, who got adorably excited, and Harry heard him bark for the first time. When the water boiled, Harry put in the noodles and then read the back of the dog food bag while he stirred and added the seasoning. 

After it cooked and Harry poured a bowl of soup for himself, he measured out some dog food and put it in the bowl he’d picked out with Holly. The puppy had at it, and Harry smiled, satisfied, and then went and ate himself. 

Once the puppy finished, though, he padded over to Harry and laid his head on Harry’s lap. Harry laughed and pet him. Suddenly, he looked up at his bowl of ramen, and then back down at the puppy, whose fur was long and golden brown and a bit curly. 

“Hey,” Harry said, a slow grin growing on his lips. “Hey, how ‘bout Noodle, hm?” 

The puppy yipped and thumped his tail. 

“Noodle?” 

Another bark, and he jumped a little bit, placing his two front paws on the edge of Harry’s chair. Harry laughed and rubbed his ears and said, “Noodle it is, then!” The puppy, Noodle, barked and bounced, and his ears flopped. 

Harry looked at his noodles, wondering if dogs could have ramen, but then decided against it and went and grabbed a bag of treats from the things he’d gotten at the pet store. Noodle followed him, trotting along and then happily taking the treat. 

“Good boy,” Harry cooed, “good boy, Noodle.” 

Noodle barked again and covered Harry’s hands in licks, and Harry grinned. 

“I think we’ll get along just fine,” he said. 

***

The next time Harry took an unexpected detour, he was a bit less inspired, a lot more desperate, and horribly miserable. This time, he was heading to a double date. Mitch and Sarah, and Harry and somebody else, somebody Sarah thought he’d be good with. 

Somebody who was not you. 

How, Harry thought dully, could he be good with anyone who was not you? 

It was raining. All Harry was thinking about was that time he’d danced with you in the rain, that time you’d gone to the park together and it had rained during your picnic and you’d danced together. In the rain. 

Together. 

The rain was miserable. Harry was miserable. The date would be miserable. 

And it was even worse, because the directions Mitch gave him took him straight past your place. He felt nauseous as he started up the street. He couldn’t go on the date. He couldn’t go and pretend that he was okay, that he was over you. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he was parked in front of your place. 

He stared at the rain, coming down in sheets over his windshield. He wondered how many times he’d kissed you in that exact spot. How many times he’d walked you back home, how many times he’d stayed over, how many mornings he’d spent avoiding paps as he walked back to his car. How much he’d pay to have one of those nights, one of those mornings, just one more time. 

He picked up his phone and dialled Mitch’s number. 

“I can’t make it,” Harry said flatly. 

“What?” 

“I - I’m not coming,” Harry said. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Tired,” Harry whispered. 

“Harry, I don’t -” 

“I can’t make it,” Harry said again. “I’ll see you later. Apologize for me.” 

“What? Harry, you can’t -” 

Harry did. He hung up and stared at the rain again. 

It was raining. It was raining so hard, so, so hard, and Harry didn’t have an umbrella. He didn’t have the energy to run, either, so he trudged up to your place in the rain. He was soaked. He was trembling, chattering, soaked to the bone. 

You were on the phone when you opened the door. 

“Speak of the devil,” you said. 

***

Now, Harry’s watching you play with Noodle. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier. 

“I’m gonna steal him,” you giggle, rubbing his fluffy belly. 

Harry says, “You could try,” and kneels down next to you. 

It’s been a little more than a week since he appeared on your doorstep. He’d been texting with you the entire time, just trying to find a time when neither of you were busy. That time had been today, and you’d come over as soon as you could.

“Think you like him more than me,” Harry says, and you grin at him, and Harry’s heart flutters, and you say, “You’re right.” Harry groans and buries his face in Noodle’s fur. “I’d be jealous but I’d like him more, too,” he mumbles, and you laugh as you stand up. 

Harry looks up to see you looking at Noodle’s box of toys and then smiles when your eyes light up as you see the bag of treats. “Can I?” you ask excitedly, holding it up, and Harry shrugs. “Sure,” he says, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling more. 

You sit down, laughing as Noodle jumps up, tail thumping when he notices the treats in your hands. Harry sits back, watching as you feed him a few. “Have you tried training him at all?” you ask, and Harry says, “Nope.” He pauses, then adds, “I was waiting for you.” 

“Oh, sure,” you reply, grinning as you hold a treat with one hand and lift one of Noodle’s paws with the other. “So fluffy!” you exclaim, watching Noodle drop his paw obliviously and then giving up and giving him the treat anyway. 

“You’ll make him fat,” Harry scolds playfully, reaching forward to grab the bag out of your hands. You yelp and dart away, holding it out of Harry’s reach. Harry scoffs, lunging after it again, and suddenly he’s falling - 

“Jesus,” you gasp through giggles, “don’t want you on top of me like this -” 

Harry laughs, propping himself up so he’s hovering over you. “Sure about that?” he says lowly, nipping at your ear, but you just laugh more, slapping lightly at his arm. “You’re ridiculous!” 

Harry pulls back, unable to keep the smile off his face as he catches your eyes, gets lost in them for a minute, for two… You bite your lip, sliding your hand to the back of his neck and gently tugging him down so his lips meet yours. 

“Missed you,” you whisper. 

“Missed you, too.” 

It feels like just seconds before Harry hears shuffling and licking through his blissful daze. He looks up, confused, and then sees Noodle steadily making his way through the bag of treats that had skidded, open, across the floor during your scuffle. 

“Shit,” Harry hisses, scrambling up. 

You groan, trying to pull him back. “Come back,” you whine, but Harry grabs the now almost empty bag of treats with a huff before looking back at you. He holds it up, and you sigh heavily. 

“Shoulda just let him have it,” you say. 

“‘s not healthy,” Harry says back, and he ruffles Noodle’s fur before carefully placing the bag on a table higher than Noodle can reach. “It’s not healthy to leave me alone, either,” you complain, and Harry laughs. “Please.” 

With a dramatic groan, you get up to sit over where Harry is. You situate yourself next to him, and Harry smiles at how perfectly you fit together. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily. “Guess we’re parents now,” you say, looking at Noodle. 

Harry kisses your temple, smiling more. “Guess so,” he says. 

***

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Chapter 4

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After Techno had dropped Tubbo and Purpled off, they threw their bags down in the foyer and played Annie on the flat screen TV. Aimlessly watching for a while, they ate the popcorn that lay in the shared bowl at a quick rate.

There was a knock on the door near the end of the runtime. Purpled sighed and got up to go check. “Wait here,” he said.

Tubbo wanted to finish the movie--he really did--but Dream instilled in him the notion that it was always better to have backup, and anyone welcome in the house had a key. He reluctantly left the movie running, and silently followed his friend.

Tubbo peaked around the corner to see who was there, before quickly turning back and pressing himself against the wall. Ginger.

“Afternoon,” Fundy Soot said.

Tubbo tried to listen--he really did--but his brain was too busy panicking over the fact that Purpled had just let Fundy Soot from Las Nevadas into his house and closed the door behind him. Intellectually, Tubbo knew that Purpled always carried a knife on him, and Tubbo knew where the guns in the house were, but this was still bad news.

“Of course,” Tubbo heard Purpled say when he turned back in. “Just gotta tell Tubbo I’m leaving.”

Shit shit shit. Tubbo was gonna get caught eavesdropping. It was too late to make a quick getaway back to the couch and in any case his legs weren’t working like they should be.

And Fundy knew he was here.

Tubbo tried to listen for Purpled’s steps so he could walk backwards in tandem with them, but Purpled was silent--meaning he wasn’t as calm as he sounded.

Purpled turned the corner. He looked unsurprised to find Tubbo standing there, in fact he quirked a smile. At least he knew that Tubbo would always have his back.

Now that Tubbo could see Purpled’s feet, it was easily walking backwards at the same time to mask his steps. The two made it back to the living room before Tubbo had found the courage to speak. “Fundy Soot? Las Nevadas?” he asked, voice rising. “Purpled!”

“I’m fine.”

“But--”

“I’m fine. Please.” He put his hands up in surrender. “Just. Don’t worry, okay?”

“Don’t worry? What do you mean don’t worry?”

“I mean don’t worry. Worry about other stuff.”

“Purpled?” Tubbo asked, voice breaking.

“I’m sorry.”

Tubbo took a big breath. There was nothing he could do about this and he knew it. He raised his pinky. “Promise me.”

Purpled locked pinkies. “Promise you what?”

“That you’ll be safe. I know that’s gonna be hard, but please try. For me?”

“I promise I’ll be okay. Go spend the night at Ranboo’s.”

Tubbo nodded.

“Lock the door on your way out.”

“Does Punz know?”

Purpled swallowed.

“So don’t tell Dream. Got it.”

“Thanks Tubz. You can get to Ranboo’s okay?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. The bus ain’t so bad.”

Purpled squeezed Tubbo’s shoulder and turned around. Straightening his spine, he walked back to Fundy. “I’m ready to go.”

Tubbo was on the bus.

He was curled up in a window seat and looked at the clouds as the sun started to descend from the sky. This was normal. This was fine. Everything was okay. Everything was not okay. Tubbo had seen the stress on Dream’s face. Las Nevadas was starting to think of the Dream Team as a threat.

Fuck. There wasn’t even a struggle. Or blackmail. In fact he seemed quite happy to go with him.

Look. Tubbo had known Purpled for a long time. Dream and Punz ran in the same circles. Punz was a mercenary, Dream was a thief for hire with a penchant for fighting.

And there was a part of Tubbo that wanted to make Dream proud; one that wanted to be just like his older brother. So Tubbo could understand that Purpled felt the same way too, but Las Nevadas? Really? Sure, Tubbo had absolutely no idea how he was going to make Dream proud, but joining a rival gang was further than he’d personally go. Then again, Punz’s allegiance was paid for by the hour, and he really only had a soft spot because of the babysitting rig they had going on.

Tubbo didn’t know what Punz wanted in Purpled, but Dream was proud of Tubbo, even when his lifestyle was as different as possible from his older brother’s.

The bus pulled up to the last stop. Tubbo got off and started his trek towards Ranboo’s estate. He crossed the garden and the tree next to Ranboo’s room. Thankfully it was thick enough to hold his weight, even when perched on the branch extending towards his window. He sat there a moment, before plucking up the courage to knock.

Not a moment later, a very confused Ranboo appeared.

“Uh, hi? Thought you were at Purpled’s?”

“Can I come in?”

“My parents don’t like you here during the day.”

“Because me coming at night is any better.” Tubbo snapped. He took a breath and gave Ranboo puppy dog eyes. “Please? Purpled left and I don’t know when Dream’ll be home. And I don’t even know where Tommy lives.”

“Tommy lives with Techno,” Ranboo said slowly. “Literally everybody knows where Techno lives, he had that massive party a few years back. What do you mean you don’t know where Tommy lives?”

Tubbo gave Ranboo a hard look. “Tommy doesn’t want us to know where he lives. So until he tells us, I don’t know where he lives.”

“But he said he lived with Techno?”

“No he didn’t. No one has ever said that.”

“Right. Right.” There was a pause. “Why can’t you go to Techno’s?”

“Ranboo.”

“Right. Right. That’s stupid and a bad idea.” Ranboo glanced around the area and back into his bedroom. “You wanna come in?”

“Please.” Tubbo climbs in through the window and situated himself on the couch, immediately grabbing one of the throw pillows and hugging it close to his chest.

Ranboo closed the window. “So where’d Purpled ditch to?”

“Las Nevadas, Fundy Soot came to pick him up.”

“What?”

“Las—“

“I heard you.”

“Oh.”

Ranboo tried to make the words make sense in his brain, but he simply couldn’t. “What?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fuck.” Ranboo falls face first into his bed. “My parents are going to hate that. They’re going to hate that more. Purpled’s gonna get in the news. Do you know how hard it was to convince them that you and Purpled weren’t like your older brothers? Tubbo I was like seven when I had to do that, and I’ve had to do it every year since.” He groaned in frustration and flipped over to his back. “And then Tommy? My parents were so happy I made a normal friend.”

“And then Techno,” Tubbo said, remembering that day.

“And then Techno. And then the student-parent-teacher conferences.” Ranboo looked up from his bed to face Tubbo. “My parents were so tight lipped about you and Dream. If the state let him be emancipated, and have custody over you, then he must be at least okay. Sure he’s in the news, but you get fed.”

“I do. I do.”

“And they couldn’t wait to meet Tommy’s parents to yell at him cause he’s so underfed--can you believe how underfed he is?” Ranboo asked, going on a tangent.

“No. At least Techno’s sharing his stash, apparently.”

“Yeah, so my parents are going to do that, right? And then Techno shows up. And Techno and Dream get buddy buddy in front of them!” Ranboo threw his hands up in frustration once more. “They like Tommy. And they feed Tommy. And Tommy doesn’t mind eating our food because have you seen the pantry?”

“Yes, and it’s literally bigger than the studio apartment.”

“Exactly!”

“Stop complaining Ranboo.”

Ranboo was knocked out of his head at that comment. He blinked and thought back to his tangent. “Oh. Right.”

“We know your parents hate us. We all know that they keep us around for charity. You don’t see it Ranboo, but that’s what it is: rehabilitating street kids before they get into shit.” Tubbo sank back into the couch cushions. “Please don’t leave us. We need one normal person to interact with. I promise you won’t corrupt you. The three of us can go do dangerous stupid teenage stuff. You’ll be fine. We won’t drag you down with us. But please don’t stop hanging out with us,” Tubbo cried into his pillow.

Ranboo moved from his bed to the couch and patted Tubbo’s shoulder. “I’m not ditching you guys. The parents will hate it when Purpled gets in the paper. But that won’t stop me. And as long as you guys aren’t doing too much crime, please don’t leave me alone in this house. It’s boring.”

“Purpled’s gonna get himself hurt.”

“Purpled will be fine. He’s tough. Both of you grew up in that world. You should know.”

“Thank you for being normal.”

“We should have a normal sleepover at some point.”

“Maybe,” Tubbo agreed.

[samanthadalton]

Can you write fanfic ina x mc, mc teach ina how to cook? Your works are great💖 Thank you❣️

aww thank you anon for this idea i really loved it 🥺🥺

parings: Ina x mc (Bea)

warnings: implied sex but mostly just fluff i guess

taglist: @cloud9in

word count: 2.2k 😬 i got carried away

(if there any mistakes i’ll fix it later)

A recipe for disaster

After the convention, things between you and Ina couldn’t have been better. Even though your relationship was hidden from everyone else, Ina finally stopped closing herself off and pushing you away and you couldn’t be happier. You and Ina stole moments after class, where you would stay behind to help ‘clean up’ or moments in her office where you would do anything but work.

One day you randomly decided to teach Ina how to cook since the first time resulted in her totally butchering your ‘I’m sorry you had a crazy stalker dinner’ by letting the sauce of the pasta explode on her. You texted Ina, ‘‼️EMERGENCY COME TO MY DORM‼️’ and never had Ina run so fast in her life, throwing all her papers to the floor in her office, and dashing to your dorm worried that it was another Benji situation. How she managed to get there undetected by the other students is a complete mystery as when she approached the door of your dorm she banged heavily screaming out your name.

You rush towards the door and swing it open to find a wide eyed Ina, her hair slightly ruffled, sweat marginally glistening on her forehead, and her breaths heavy. Before you can speak, she barges into the room,, “So.. what’s.. the .. emergency?” She takes a quick breath between each word as she frantically looks around your dorm room until you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Jesus Ina, I don’t think the whole dorm heard you shouting my name, why don’t you scream louder?” your voice dripping with sarcasm with a hint of playfulness. Ina turns to face you and sees your eyes gleaming with admiration as flustered Ina is incredibly cute. Ina slightly frowns and closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in. “Bea… is there an emergency or not?”

You guilty stare down at the floor, “well, um not exactly the kind of emergency you’re thinking, but i swear it’s important” you pick your head back up to look at Ina who is massaging her temples with her fingers, “dammit Bea I literally ditched my grading and ran here, what if someone saw me?” she continues to berate you as she goes on about her publisher and her deadlines but stops talking when you slide a finger seductively down her arm.

“I’m sorry Ina” you pout a little giving your best puppy dog eyes look and lean in to whisper in the shell of her ear, “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?”

Ina’s breathing shakes a little as you nibble on her earlobe and she places her hands and your hips and pushes you back slightly to meet her eyes which look less angry and more turned on and she completely ditches her earlier rant, “hmm, what were you thinking?”

Okay she definitely wants to do it right here right now but you mentally remind yourself that you’re on a mission to teach Ina how to cook so you place your thumb on her lower lip and begin to trace the outline of it, “well I was thinking of teaching you a lesson”

Ina perks up at the word “lesson” and you forget that she is wayyy too kinky for her own good. Her eyebrow raises a little and the grip on your waist tightens as her voice drops to a low murmur, “what kind of lesson?”

You lean in slightly teasing her as your breath ghosts above her lips, “a..... cooking lesson” you move your head back and take in Ina’s slightly disappointed but confused look.

“Bea, uh may I remind you of the last time I tried to cook, it didn’t end up so well”

“Well I remember getting you half naked and getting a massage so” Ina sighs heavily and before she can speak, because knowing Ina she’s probably against the idea of a cooking lesson you carry on speaking, “look I know what you’re gonna say and please, do it for me,” You once again pout your lips and stare at Ina hoping she falls prey to your charms as she usually does, “I’ll be guiding you the entire time,” you turn to face the kitchen counter and raise your arm to point at the ingredients placed upon it, something Ina definitely didn’t notice when she first came in. “Pleaseeeee Ina i’ve literally been planning this and it will be so cute.”

“And how exactly would it be cute?”

“I don’t know, i guess fulfilling a domestic fantasy of mine, cooking alongside the person i’m with while we spoon feed each other and all that romantic stuff”

Ina softy sighs and gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek, “fine but don’t blame me when this all goes south, I told you my kitchen skills are abysmal”

You laugh and being to tug her arm towards the kitchen and you place a cute blue apron around Ina’s head and move behind her to tie it up, “Just a precaution, we don’t want a repeat of last time”. Ina playfully swats at your arm and grins, “so what are we making?”

“My favourite comfort food ever, lasagna. My mom used to make it for me all the time back at home especially during times when I wasn’t feeling well or wasn’t having a good day. Lasagna always cheers me up. Well that and pizza.”

Ina stares at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and then takes one of your hands in hers, “well I’m honoured you’re teaching me to make it, I hope I do it justice.”

You being to prep Ina on the basics of lasagna telling her “it’s all about the layers and cheese. Cheese is the most important part of this dish”.

You start by washing the minced meat as Ina begins to dice carrots, mushrooms, onions, and defrosts peas and sweet corn before washing them all and placing it in a bowl.

“Okay so we gotta cook the meat and the vegetables for a while and then we are going to add in the seasonings and the sauce and let it cook” you stifle a laugh, “make sure to not get it on yourself this time”.

Ina gives out a hearty laugh and shakes her head, “God i’m so embarrassed by that but you better watch out for when I become a culinary master”. She flourishes her arms a little and you retort, “not really a master when you can’t cook pasta”. She laughs and pinches some cheese from one of the bowls and flicks it at you.

You barely manage to dodge it, and your eyes glimmer devishly, “Oh it’s on now”. You and Ina begin to throw cheese at each other until Ina grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers before pulling you towards her, “I didn’t give you a proper thank you for teaching me how to cook” she kisses you sweetly on your lips.

“Well it’s pretty obvious you need to learn, and if we’re going to be together then you need to know how to cook my favourite comfort food at least”.

Ina intensely stares at you, her eyes full of desire and longing, she kisses you again, harder than the last one and the passion between the two of you quickly builds until you’re interrupted by the clanging on the lid against the pot as the water begins to bubble out of it.

“Crap” you quickly move toward the stove turning the heat down a little to let the meat simmer and then dramatically swipe your hand against your forehead, “that would’ve been a disaster, come on stop distracting me, you’re gonna let the food burn”.

“I’m sure the head chef isn’t easily distracted by a few kisses huh?” Ina moves towards you, pulling into another kiss. You indulge in it for a few more moments before pulling away, “nice try but I’ll make sure you know how to cook lasagna even if it’s the last thing I do” you push Ina back a little and she simply smiles.

.....

The two of you carry on cooking the meat and soon it’s time for you to begin layering the lasagna to get it ready for the oven.

“Okay like I said before it’s all about the layers” you give Ina a little demonstration, placing the pasta sheets next to each other before adding some white sauce and cheese and then repeating the step differentiating between using the red and white sauce.

Ina’s fully focused at the task at hand, attempting to perfect the “art of layering” as she called it placing the sauce and cheese in precise places until it’s ready to be put into the oven.

You grab the oven gloves and place the tray inside before closing the over door and turning to Ina, “and that’s pretty much it, it just needs to cook so we can relax for the next 45 minutes”.

Ina groans happily as she slides onto the couch and you pour two glasses of wine and make your way to the living room and give one glass to Ina before settling on the couch yourself.

“Cooking isn’t as hard as I thought it would be, in fact it’s kind of relaxing” Ina takes a small sip of her wine and you can’t help but just stare at her features, her sleeves are rolled up and small drops of sweat glisten on her face, most likely from withstanding the heat from the kitchen. Her lips are curled up in a small smile as she grips her wine glass.

“You’re a natural professor, it makes me wonder if there’s anything you can’t do” You pluck the glass from her hand and place both on the table in front of you and then you move to straddle her.

Ina runs her hands up and down your sides drinking in your demeanour as she tugs the front on your top down and whispers in your ear, “Well right now I want to do you.” She sharply inhales before clearing her throat, “I admit that sounded better in my head than out loud”. You laugh and kiss Ina indulging in her desires as she releases all the pent up sexual tension between the two of you that occurred while you were cooking.

....

A little while later you stand and move towards the hall, “I really gotta go to the bathroom so if the timer goes off Ina just take the tray out of the oven and place it on the stove okay?”

Ina gives you a nod as you go into the bathroom. Not a second later the timer beeps and Ina gets up to take out the lasagna.

While you’re washing your hands you hear a loud clang and you quickly dry your hands and run towards the kitchen. You stop in your tracks when you see Ina kneeling on the floor with the tray of lasagna flipped upside beside her knees while some of it’s contents have splattered all over the floor and somehow on the bottom drawers too.

You bring a hand up to your mouth to cover your gawking while Ina stares devastatingly at the food in front of her, “Bea I am terribly sorry, I didn’t realise how heavy it was and it slipped out of my hands, i-“

You move towards Ina and kneel beside her slipping the oven mitts off her hands, tears glisten in her eyes and you can’t help but giggle a little, “Wow Ina, I mean I knew you were bad at cooking I just didn’t realise you were this bad, I mean the food was practically ready”. You joking tone helps to alleviate some of the worry on Ina’s face but she looks down at the ground again and sighs.

“Hey, I was just kidding Ina seriously it’s okay” you place two fingers under her chin and lift her head to meet your gaze, “seriously I don’t care about the lasagna, I mean we had fun making it didn’t we?”

“Yes I suppose we did. I just wish we were able to enjoy the fruits of our labour.”

You give Ina a quick peck on her lips and whisper, “well how about we order in a pizza and then we can start cleaning up this mess?”. Ina lets out a small laugh, “Well ordering pizza, that I can do without fail”.

You manage to clean up every precipice of the kitchen that was covered in sauce and then you and Ina cuddle up beside each other enjoying your pizza while you put on a random movie to watch.

“I am sorry I messed it up Bea, if I had correctly estimated the heaviness of the tray then I could’ve-

You cut her off with a kiss which she happily returns, you break the kiss and place your forehead against hers, as your eyes bore into hers, “Ina seriously it’s okay, I had fun with you this afternoon and that’s all that matters, maybe next time we’ll do something less complex like burgers?”

You both smile and settle into the couch enjoying both the pizza and each other’s company.

[lizzie-tempest]

We've had a lot of angst last few days, how about some fluff? Boy/s of your choice cute meets with future SO? :D

Yay!  Some fluff! *rubs hands excitedly*

I’ll start with the Sanses from Tale, Swap, Fell, Horror and Swapfell.  

Undertale

Sans is heading up a hill in the dead of night when he meets you.  He doesn’t usually wander out at night.  But that night is special.  There’s a meteor shower and he intends on watching every moment of it.  

When he gets to the top of the hill, he finds that you’ve already beaten him there.  His first thought is disappointment.  It took him ages to find a spot this good and he’s so certain that you’ll want him to leave.

He’s just about to head back when you call out for him.  You ask him if he’s here for the meteor shower and ask him to stay when he confirms that he is.

To say that Sans is pleasantly surprised is an understatement.  He hesitates for a moment in case you don’t really mean it.  But when you don’t show any signs of changing your mind, he gives in and heads over to you.

You came prepared.  You’re sitting on a blanket, another one wrapped around your shoulders and holding a cup of hot chocolate with a book open in your lap, displaying different constellations.

He sits next to you and you open up the blanket around your shoulders, silently inviting him to get warm beside you.  It’s a cold night and he appreciates it.  Besides, he gets a better look at your book like this.  

You manage to find another cup and pour him some hot chocolate as you introduce yourself.  He rattles off his name and a few space puns and he can’t help but love your cute little giggle.

And once the show finally starts, you both huddle together in silent awe at the display above you.

Underswap

Blue is on a morning jog and he decides to head through the park.  Not exactly unusual, he likes to change up his routine every now and then and this won’t be the first time he goes through the park.

But it is the first time he sees you.

He stops jogging, eyelights wide when he sees you.  You’re crouched down by the pond, feeding the ducks.  You have a gentle smile on your face as you take in the ducks and their little fluffy ducklings.  So cute.

You feel his gaze on you and you look over.  You smile kindly and Blue feels his soul pulse when you wave him over shyly.  He’s nervous as he wanders over and he’s worried about scaring the ducks away and upsetting you.

But you stand and introduce yourself and take his hand, scooping some frozen peas into his hand and patiently showing him what to do.  

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to be absolutely surrounded by the little ducklings.

Underfell

Red’s walking through the park when he meets you.  He’s just minding his own business when he hears panicked shouting.  Next thing he knows is nearly being bowled over by this huge fluffy dog.

Red will deny it if anyone mentions it, but he has a major soft spot for cute and fluffy things.  This dog is the best.  He doesn’t care that it’s a little muddy.  All he cares about is that this adorable dog isn’t scared of him and judging by the tail (which is wagging so much it looks like the dog is about to take off) it’s also very happy to see him.

He’s gushing over the dog when you trot over, meaning to get your dog back.  You approach him cautiously, apologizing again and again.  The tone of your voice says it all.  This has happened before with a less than friendly reaction.

He smiles at you, stating how cute your dog is and cracks a joke.  He loves your cute little giggle, it’s like music to his ears.  

He goes walking in the park a lot more after that.

Horrortale

You meet each other in the grocery store.  

Axe is just going through the aisles, trying to make sure he gets everything he needs on the list that Crooks gave him.  And then he steps into the aisle where all the cakes and baguettes are.  That’s where he finds you.  You’re clutching a freshly baked loaf and inhaling it’s scent.  You always loved the smell of freshly baked bread.  

He doesn’t know whether it’s the lighting, that you’re incredibly cute or the fact that you’re practically shoving your face into one of the loaves just to smell it, but Axe falls hard and fast.  Then he sees the amount of cakes and treats you shove into your cart and it’s like love at first sight.

He’s walked up to you before he even realizes it.  You turn to him, smiling shyly and saying a quiet “Hello.” and he just freezes.  Axe didn’t prepare anything to say as he was walking up to you.

He babbles like a complete idiot for a moment before he grabs something random from your cart.  A can of soup.

“er...you like soup!” You giggle at his statement and he blushes.  Oh no, he’s cute.  His nervous stammering is so endearing.

“good.  i like soup too.  it’s um... soup-er?”

He trails off at the end and instantly wants to smack himself.  That was awful.  He can come up with better than that in his sleep!  He’s about to die of embarrassment when you start laughing, cracking your own food puns.

Heh, yeah.  Definitely love at first sight.

Swapfell

He’s walking home from the gym when he hears a commotion.  When he follows it, Black finds you on the floor, surrounded by guys who are being unnecessarily cruel to you.

All of the things that you’d been carrying have been scattered around.  One guy is holding you back and stopping you from struggling and the others are smashing the objects you’d been carrying.  You’re pleading for them to stop, but they just continue to laugh.

Black sees this and is filled with rage.  He has seen his brother on the receiving end of this kind of treatment, has seen the effect it can have on someone’s self-confidence and he instantly knows that he won’t stand for this. 

“HEY!” 

They stop what they’re doing, knowing that they’re being watched and instantly back off, running away and laughing as they do and leaving you sobbing on the floor.

He’s about to pursue them, but one look at your form tells him not to.  You’re more important.

He helps pick up your things and apologizes about the belongings that have been broken.  You’re devastated.  They were heirlooms that had been passed down from your mother, who passed away not too long ago.  They were all you had left of her. 

Black helps pick up the pieces, he calms you down and helps you to breath evenly again.  Then he brings you to a little cafe and buys you a drink to help you calm down. 

He asks for your number and when you blink, surprised at his bluntness, he explains that he’s going to try and fix the heirlooms for you.  You try and protest.  He doesn’t have to do this.  Black just smiles and gently insists that you let him do this.  Eventually you give in and part ways, with the skeleton promising to let you know when he’s fixed everything.  You’re not entirely convinced, considering they were in literal pieces but you decide to let him try.

Black spends the whole week working tirelessly to fix the heirlooms and even though he is so tired by the end of it, the smile you give him and the kiss on the -cheekbone makes it all worth it.

sorry it took so long! ^^;

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Life on Crow Avenue: Part 19

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This had never happened before. Logan’s ears rang and his heart beat faster than he had ever seen someone running in his whole life. He had noticed before that sometimes he reacted quite strangely in Remus's presence but it had never been like this. Or had it? Had he just now realized how strongly Remus’s smile, his happy face, and laugh lines around those tired brown eyes made him feel?

Patton next to him felt inexplicably hot. He knew the feeling far too well. Too often he had fallen for it and made a fool out of himself. But seeing the gentleness in Remus’s movements as he petted the cat, the caution he showed with himself as he held her, he could not stop himself but be taken by him. And Mrs. Snuffles? Remus Segura Reyes had called this white fluffy cat Mrs. Snuffles? How was he supposed to not fall for him?

Regardless of what the two men were feeling at the moment, they both knew it was not the moment to address this. Janus finished bandaging his nephew and Remus got back up from the floor.

“I really wanted to fix him up myself. Sorry to inconvenience you, JJ. Also, Ro, you can come out of the corner. The blood is gone,” Remus announced and in a quite agile twist Roman turned out of the corner and marched right towards his brother.

Remus instinctively pulled Mrs. Snuffles closer to his chest as Roman pointed at her and said in a finite tone: “We will not keep this animal! I refuse to keep her in this-”

“I’m living here too and I say we’ll keep her! Basta. Now, Virgil,” Remus interrupted his brother and promptly turned towards Virgil, who tried to keep a straight face through the brothers’ dispute, “you wanted to check her over before, right? We couldn't finish but maybe you could tell me how to do it and I check her instead?”

“We can certainly try. Let’s get her on the table,” Virgil agreed and walked towards the table.

“StoP! You will get a towel! We just bought this table and I’m not having her making scratches on it already!” Roman exclaimed agitated and stormed in front of his brother.

Remus raised his eyebrows and halted quite unimpressed. With a shrug he handed the cat to Roman and walked towards the bathroom where they had the towels. Meanwhile, Roman fumbled with Mrs. Snuffles in his arms and cursed a few times under his breath as the cat lady adjusted herself to sit comfortably on Roman’s arms. When she had finally found the perfect position and Roman stopped his cursing for a second, she looked him dead in the eyes and opened her mouth as if she wanted to meow.

“You have to unmute, monster,” Roman said in a huff and carried her to table as Remus came back and put a towel on top of it.

Slowly Roman lowered her onto the towel and helped Remus keeping her from jumping off the table. Virgil stood next to Remus and told him to check if he could find any bruises under her fur and calmly guided him through the check. And as they were done, Mrs. Snuffles turned out to be a rather healthy stray cat to Remus and Virgil’s relief.

“I still would advise you to take her to the vet and get her neutered, checked properly and chipped. It’s just safer,” Virgil told Remus.

Remus nodded and put Mrs. Snuffles gently on the floor. The white cat pressed herself against Remus’s legs and fondly circled him as Remus asked Virgil: “Who’s close? What vet would you recommend?”

“Let me write it down for you,” Virgil said quickly.

Remus instantly looked around for a notepad and after a few moments he handed one to Virgil. He scribbled down a name and address and explained to Remus that he knew this vet very well that they were very competent and that he should tell them that Virgil had sent him.

Meanwhile Roman only half listened to the two and eyed Mrs. Snuffles walking around. After a moment Roman’s focus shifted towards Patton and Logan, who were still standing awkwardly around and then to Janus, who was sitting on the couch. They shared a look and Roman gave him a slight smile before he noticed that Janus’s left leg was shaking a little. Roman tilted his head and furrowed his brows as he walked towards Janus and sat down next to him. A few moments passed and Roman watched Janus’s face. Saw that his jacket was wrinkled strangely and that there was a little sweat about his brows.

“Are you alright, Jan?” Roman said unusually subtle.

Janus blinked. The gentleness with which Roman had just said his nickname sent a shiver down his spine and he had to catch himself before he could give him an answer.

“I am perfectly fine.”

Roman furrowed his brows a bit more.

“Does your leg hurt? It seems like you’ve overexerted it?”

Subconsciously, Janus put his hand on his leg and stroked it a few times calmingly. It was not a strong pain, but in Janus’s world pain had to pretty severe that he would acknowledge it at all. After all, he always was in a low level of pain as soon as he put weight for too long on his left leg.

“Don’t worry,” Janus said easily with a grin. “Running is not the usual for me and if I can sit down for a few minutes I’m gonna be okay. No need to treat me like a porcelain figurine, honey.”

Janus watched how the edge of Roman’s lips twitched up and listened how he lightly laughed. Tenderly, Roman lifted his hand and nudged Janus in the side, the amusement slightly fading and care taking its place.

“Understood. But if I can do something to lessen your pain and struggle, tell me. Just because you can take it, it doesn’t mean you should have to,” Roman said and then stood back up looking for Mrs. Snuffles.

Janus just watched how Roman walked around, how his eyes searched for the white furball and felt oddly at peace. It was hypocritical of Roman to tell him to not keep suffering just because he could bear it. But the sentiment was nice and Janus knew that Roman was serious and it was hard to do as one preaches.

Meanwhile Remus and Virgil were talking about the vet and what Remus would have to get for their new fluffy roommate. They only stopped when they heard Roman exclaim a euphoric: “Eureka!”. Confused they turned to look over to him and saw how he picked up Mrs. Snuffles from the floor.

With a determination in his eyes Roman asked Virgil: “So, is it bad to bath a cat or can I do that?”

There followed a moment of silence.

“She slit open my arm when I tried to lift her,” Virgil said eyeing Roman in disbelieve.

“Your point being?”

“Dude, she’s probably gonna rip you apart.”

“But she would be clean and not sully our furniture.”

Flabbergasted Virgil stared at him before he told Roman: “You can bathe her if it doesn’t stress her out too much, I guess? But she will most likely not enjoy it?”

“Neither will I. But I rather have her clean,” Roman announced and walked towards the bathroom to bathe a stray cat.

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Mrs. Snuffles proved herself to be a lot less of a demon when one of the twins handled her instead of literally anyone else. While she had been less than pleased being washed in the bathroom sink, she neither hurt Roman or Remus and just meowed horribly while Remus told her in squeaky voice how good she did as Roman suspiciously gently washed the poor thing.

After that they blow-dried her to which she also had no complaints. Actually, she seemed to oddly appreciate the warmth of the blow-dryer and only hit it a few times in a playful manner.

Virgil had overseen the whole situation, while he had ordered Patton to go to his and Janus’s flat to get cat food. Janus and Logan were tasked with preparing a makeshift food corner for the night before he would equip the twins with whatever they needed the next day. Now, he watched Remus settle down with Mrs. Snuffles on the couch as Roman checked in the kitchen what Janus and Logan had prepared for the cat.

“Rem, let her down and get some food. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” Virgil told Remus and he did as Virgil instructed.

Roman just had filled the makeshift feeding bowl with the food Patton had brought and Mrs. Snuffles found her way into the kitchen within seconds and started eating eagerly. The men ended up standing all in the kitchen, Remus serenely staring at the cat eating so calmly, Roman looking mockingly annoyed but nevertheless watching her.

“I need to tell you that you act like every single father, who begrudgingly got into the store with his kid to get a cat or dog, only to come back a month later to buy treats and gush over the new furry family member.”

Roman promptly turned to look into Janus’s smug face, and grunted offendedly.

“I beg your pardon!” Roman said and gesticulated wildly almost hitting Logan next to him, who barely managed to duck away. “I have reasons to dislike this foul creature!”

“Oh, I am certain you do,” Janus said smoothly and Patton and Virgil suppressed a laugh at Roman’s agitated face.

“She broke into the store today!” Roman called out ignoring the amusement of the others. “Seven times! And threw over several pots! I always threw her out and she kept coming back until four pm. Then I thought she had given up but then we closed the store got up here and I started making dinner, Remus got into the bathroom to shower, when we suddenly heard a loud thumb, which turned out to be the orchid we kept on the coffee table!”

“Oh, the orchid didn’t have enough light there! We would’ve had to put it somewhere else anyway,” Remus argued not even looking to Roman and crouching down as Mrs. Snuffles stopped eating and turned back to him.

Happily, Remus swooped her up again when she pushed herself against his legs and walked past Roman and the others back to the couch cooing over his little animal friend. Roman followed Remus and the other men left the kitchen as well. Logan was so free to sit down at the dining table, Janus joining him shortly as Patton and Virgil kept standing and observed Roman pacing around and Remus having fun petting his new cat.

For a few moments Virgil just kept looking before he walked up to Remus, trying to stay out of Mrs. Snuffles field of view. When he was behind her, he snapped his fingers and looked if she reacted to the sound. She didn’t. So, Virgil walked up a little closer and told Remus who was about to address him: “Don’t acknowledge me for a minute. I wanna check something.”

And so, Remus kept petting Mrs. Snuffles and Virgil slowly lowered his hand and nudged her in the back. Immediately she shot around and tried to hit him with her paw but Virgil had pulled away just in time. He pressed his lips together as Mrs. Snuffles glared at him with an angry look and noted her blue eyes. Maybe his suspicion was right.

“What was that about?” Roman asked poignantly.

Virgil shot him a look and then lowered his gaze to Remus and said: “I think she might be deaf. That’s not very uncommon among white cats with blue eyes. Would also explain why the hair dryer didn’t freak her out. She simply couldn’t hear it.”

Remus looked down to the Mrs. Snuffles with big eyes. She tilted her head and pushed her nose against his chest.

“It’s not painful, right? It’s not painful for her to be deaf?”

Remus’s voice was oddly quiet and vulnerable. Mrs. Snuffles began to loudly purr.

“No, it shouldn’t be,” Virgil said and waited for Remus to look at him. “She’s probably just safer as an indoor cat in the future. But with the place you can provide to her this should work out alright, I think.”

Remus looked at him blankly for a few moments and then nodded. He scratched Mrs. Snuffles ears quietly and the cat began to purr even more affectionately. Roman sighed a little and asked if they wanted some tea. They agreed and all but Remus sat around the dining table and took drank the mint tea Roman offered them.

“That’s probably not how you suspected your Friday night out would end up being, right?” Roman said after a few moments of stillness.

Janus eyed him for a second before he shrugged and replied: “I grew up with nine siblings and a bunch of their kids. I’ve had far weirder Friday evenings than this. With a lot more injuries too.”

“I am just glad that you’re both safe. The way Janus ran off really had me worried for a moment,” Patton added and both Virgil and Roman shot Janus a unbelieving look.

Janus pressed his lips into a thin line and looked upwards. He was not too eager to let the others know about his fear over the twins. And he did not want to admit to himself that he cared so much.

He felt Virgil tug him on his sleeve and Janus levelled his gaze when he asked him with raised eyebrows: “You ran here?”

“Did you read your message? It gave me absolutely no reason to worry,” Janus hissed still trying to mask the suddenly reappearing concerns in his chest.

Virgil frowned and took out his phone to check the message he sent. With a frown he looked at the two lines and immediately got what Janus had meant. He usually kept his texts short but this one really sounded panicked.

“I’m so fucking sorry! I was so wrapped up with the cat, I-” Virgil apologized frantically.

Janus stopped him by pressing his hands on his shoulders and told him: “I know. It’s fine. It had me worried but now I know you’re all fine. That’s all that matters.”

Sincerity by Janus was something rare. Something gentle and comforting. It was as if it had been designed to calm the other down, to ease ones worries and let them know that everything would be good.

Virgil gave him a weak smile and Janus gallantly shoved the attention away from him by asking Roman to finish telling how Mrs. Snuffles had created the chaos they had seen when they had first entered.

A little hesitantly, Roman continued telling how he and Remus had begun to try catching the cat, which ended up taking a lot longer than they would have expected. Mrs. Snuffles was a lot more agile and quick than both had expected and had run under the furniture, climbed on it and made the brothers chase her for more than an hour. Only then Remus had been able to snatch her and it was then when Roman had decided to call Virgil for help.

“I’m honoured you’ve thought of me,” Virgil said and Roman gave little shrug.

Roman had never had a pet and neither had Remus, so it had been obvious to him to ask someone for help. And who would have been better than Virgil for the job?

“You’re the owner of a pet shop, so it seemed to be an obvious choice,” Roman said and turned towards the couch to Remus, “right Rem?”

Roman’s jaw dropped. He blinked. Closed his mouth and squinted at the couch to check if he saw right. Remus had slumped to his side. One arm and leg were sprawled over the couch’s edge, while his head rested on a side lean. Remus was sleeping. Despite the odd position, Remus was sleeping. And Mrs. Snuffles lay on top of his belly purring quite loudly.

“This cat loves fucking with me. This- Oh, well,” Roman grumbled and got up from his chair.

With no explanation Roman walked over to his brother and carefully watched him for a moment. Hesitantly, he reached for the hearing aids in his ears, Mrs. Snuffles eyeing him with obvious distrust. Gently Roman got the hearing aids, turned them off and set them on the table before he looked back to Mrs. Snuffles and said to her in Spanish: “I do not know what unearthly powers you possess, but if you can keep using them to get Remus to sleep, I will reluctantly agree to keep you in this house.”

In response Mrs. Snuffles looked away and Roman shook his head and clacked his tongue. With a huff he straightened his back and looked over to the table, where the others looked at him in questioningly.

“Why exactly did you take his hearing aids out?” Janus asked after the pause had just been far too long.

“He sleeps always with his hearing aids off and I want him to keep sleeping, since he’s a bit of an insomniac and I don’t think I’ve seen him asleep before eleven pm in years.”

Reflexively Janus wanted to counter that it wasn’t even ten pm yet, when the message suddenly dropped and he just stared at Roman and then looked down to Remus.

“Welp,” Roman said more to himself than to anybody else and turned back to Remus, “then let’s get you to bed, Emi.”

With that Roman crouched down a little and put one arm under Remus knee folds and the other behind his back. It then clicked in Patton’s head that Roman wanted to carry him into his room. Immediately he got up to go and help him, just as Roman picked Remus up from the couch as if he didn’t weight much more than a flower pot. Mrs. Snuffles offendedly stared at Roman for having interrupted her sleep, what Roman gracefully ignored and without comment carried her and Remus into his brother’s room.

The display of strength paired with Roman’s gentleness came a little unsuspected to the others. It definitely reassured Janus of his love for men and when Roman was out of sight, he promptly bit his lip when he noticed that his mouth had still been open.

“Gross,” Virgil commented with a raised eyebrow.

With a glare Janus hit him at the arm. Virgil just smirked and Janus shook his head trying to refocus on the situation again. Insomnia. Perfect. Another problem Remus could put on his quirk list.

“So, both brothers have trouble sleeping...”

Janus frowned and looked to Patton who had spoken. He looked paler than before and at once he noticed how Virgil next to him began to get restless. Suspiciously, Janus looked from one to the other trying to gauge what their reaction meant.

Meanwhile, Logan did not want to guess and instead asked: “What do you mean? Both brothers have trouble sleeping? How would you know that?”

“Well, Roman had a nightmare after you left the night when Remus-”

The breath died in Patton’s throat. He didn’t want to think about that. It hurt so much to think about it now. About Remus-

“What’s the talk about nightmares?”

Roman came back into the room and looked at them all with a curious look. For a few moments nobody said anything. Roman walked closer and sat back down with them, waiting for one of them to answer.

It eventually was Virgil who could not hold the tension any longer and blurted out: “We talked about the nightmare you had in that night.”

For a second Roman’s eyes glazed over and his expression was blank. Then it suddenly became oddly relaxed again and shrugged.

“Well, yeah. Right. You saw that… Usually they are a lot more manageable, so don’t worry about it,” Roman said and simply took a sip from his tea.

All four stared at Roman in confusion. He just admitted to it.

“You just admitted to having nightmares?” Virgil said confounded.

Roman shrugged and looked down on the table as he answered: “Yeah, obviously. I have them often and I can and will fall asleep anywhere at anytime if I’m tired. So, if you’re really willing to stick around, I suppose you will witness one eventually. There’s no reason for me to hide it.”

With that Roman looked up again and simply asked if they wanted more tea. Patton wanted to ask if him screaming was normal for his nightmares, but asked for green tea instead. Virgil wanted to ask why Remus had told them then that they should not mention the nightmares to Roman, but asked for mint tea again. Logan wanted to ask why Patton as well as Virgil had seemed to be so worried about the nightmare, but instead said he didn’t want any tea anymore.

And Janus put his hand on Roman’s shoulder before he could stand up and said: “While they might be manageable, you don’t have to suffer through them. When you feel more comfortable you can come to us. Since we are obviously really willing to stick around, as you put it.”

For a second Roman just blankly stared at him before he breathed out a laugh and slid out of his grip to give him a soft nudge on the shoulder.

“You want black coffee, don’t you?” Roman said with an eyeroll.

And Janus replied smoothly: “Please. And no sugar.”

“Of course not! You’re sweet enough on your own.”

With that and a wink Roman left for the kitchen and the five men sat together a little longer, three of them a little annoyed but simultaneously relieved from the drama gays dramatic flirting. They talked a little, Roman agreed on going over to Virgil and Janus with Remus to get some more cat essentials. And soon after they all left for their respective homes.

Janus had to answer a few texts from his surprised and worried band mates because of his sudden exit. Logan had trouble falling asleep because Remus’s peaceful sleeping face kept his heart beating faster. Patton’s head kept replaying the brother’s interaction and the fondness in their actions. And Virgil surfed through the internet a little longer to check facts about deaf cats.

As for the twins; Roman slept quite well this night. No nightmare to report. And Remus for the first time in years, had a restful eight-hour sleep with Mrs. Snuffles resting on his tummy.

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[jingabitch]

O o o o can you do one with the boys of fucked up were one of the punishments goes to far and she not really feeling it that day and readers like they hate me and I’ve been a really bad girl there going to get rid of me and I’ll be alone again so she gets all depressed and tries super hard because she thinks she’s been bad

hi anon, sorry it took me a while to write this, but i hope you enjoy it! the first part of your ask sounded like subdrop but when i researched subdrop it didn’t really cohere with the second half of your request, so i just wrote it as a subdrop fic. Hope this is okay! :)

Word count: 4.5k-ish

Warnings: yandere | explicit language | descriptions of sexual acts (BDSM) | description of subdrop | angst

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You bite your lip and cling on to Hoseok’s shoulders desperately, trying to will your limbs to stop trembling. Just a little more, you think to yourself, clenching your jaw as you push your forehead into his collarbone.

Tonight had been the most intense scene you’d ever done with the boys, Hobi and Jin tag-teaming you. It was unusual, since one of them at a time was usually more than enough for you, but when the boys had come home from practice today, past midnight, you could tell that something was wrong between the two of them. Your hesitant question had resulted in a massive punishment, although you know by now that they’re really just working out their own stress.

From what you could tell based on their sniping at each other initially, even as both of them snapped orders at you, they’d had a fight during dance practice. You don’t mind helping them work through the tension, but if they don’t finish soon you’ll literally pass out on Hobi’s lap.

He’s deep inside you, the plug with the tail he likes so much in your ass, and you’re full almost beyond bearing, but it wasn’t enough for them. Jin is behind you, one hand stroking your hip while he croons soothing words into your ear, his other hand busy stretching you out further to take him.

He’s leaning as close to you as he can without touching your back, which you appreciate, because the sweat on his chest would definitely sting the cuts on your skin from his brand new cat-o-nine-tails.

“Jin… it’s too much,” you pant, your nails digging into Hobi’s skin. If he notices that you forgot to call him ‘master’, which you’re supposed to do during a scene, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

He pauses. “Use your safe word, then,” he murmurs into your ear. You sob and press your face deeper into Hobi’s neck, but don’t say it.

Hoseok’s hands settle on your body, one on your waist and the other stroking the back of your head. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl for us,” he croons in your ear, and if you weren’t so strung out at the moment you might have made a quip about how it was easy to say that when you’d gotten yourself off on his shoe.

Of course, at that point in time he’d been calling you a bad, disgusting, dirty whore who didn’t deserve to be touched.

Finally, Jin decides that you’re prepped enough, and lines himself up against you. Your body is tense as you lean against Hobi for support, causing Jin to chuckle, his breath puffing out against your skin. “You need to relax, baby,” he says, and you let out a deep breath as you concentrate on doing just that.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he says, encouraging you as he slowly splits you open. You whine and squirm, full beyond bearing, but he doesn’t stop, holding your hips still even as your nails catch on Hoseok’s back.

When he’s finally all the way in, you rest your head on Hobi’s shoulder and pant as your body adjusts to the overwhelming fullness, and they just make soothing noises at you. After a moment, you nod once, just enough that they can see it, and they start moving, timing their thrusts so that at least one of them is always inside you, and Jin reaches around to stimulate your clit.

Almost against your will, you feel the orgasm building, and you whine and whimper, gritting your teeth against the sensitivity that borders on pain.

“You gonna cum for us, baby girl? You’re such a nasty slut, aren’t you, so happy to have your holes stuffed,” Hobi says in a dangerous tone, right in your ear, and that’s it, the degrading words sending you stratospheric. For a moment, everything is white as you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, all your muscles locking up as you throw your head back, bracing it against Jin’s chest.

Then everything goes black as you pass out.

When you open your eyes you’re back in the bed you share with Yoongi, cleaned up and snuggled under the duvet. When you roll over to check the time on the wall clock, you see that it’s late morning, and as you lie in bed, slowly becoming more aware, the soreness of your body starts to filter in.

Groaning, you struggle into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard as you massage your temples. For some reason you have an awful headache, in addition to the soreness in most of your body, especially between your legs, and the cuts on your back are stinging, aggravated by the contact with the headboard.

“Yoongs?” you call out, wincing at the dusty sound of your voice and the pain that shoots through your throat. When there’s no response, you reluctantly toss aside the covers and stand up, wincing at the protest of your muscles as you stretch, then go to the drawers to fish out one of Yoongi’s shirts.

When you open the bedroom door, Yeontan immediately runs over to you, his tail wagging, and you look down at him, smiling. “Hello,” you murmur at him, leaning down to pet him. “Where’s everyone?” you ask, as if he could give you an answer.

He just barks at you then pants, and even though you know it’s completely ridiculous, you feel a little hurt. “Just hungry, huh,” you say a little bitterly as you go to grab his food and scoop it into his little doggy bowl.

While he’s digging in happily, you drift over to the fridge. You aren’t that hungry, but usually Jin prepares something for you to eat during the day when they have to leave you alone, especially after a scene.

Pulling the door open, you look for the neatly stacked Tupperware containers that usually have food in them. There’s nothing.

The pain lashes through you, and you fall to your knees, still holding on to the fridge handle, looking up pathetically at the fridge shelves. It’s not empty by any means, but there’s no food that’s ready to eat, just a bunch of ingredients and sauces. You could cook something for yourself, but you’re too tired and besides, you don’t have much of an appetite.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you go to pour yourself a glass of water, and notice a small pile of cash next to the pitcher. There’s a Post-It note attached to it.

Sorry I didn’t have time to cook for you before we had to head to the studio, baby girl. Buy yourself some nice takeout, okay?

You rip the Post-It note off the money, which you completely ignore, and chuck it angrily in the bin, stomping back to your bedroom and slamming the door shut as you go. You can barely hear Yeontan whining in confusion outside at your uncharacteristic behaviour.

You don’t fully understand why you feel so awful either, physically sick and so unenergetic, but it’s all you can do to curl back up in bed and pull the covers over your head. The urge to cry overwhelms you, and you sob quietly, feeling so alone and sad.

When you wake up again, it’s to Yeontan whining and scratching outside your bedroom door and you open it reluctantly, letting him prance around your ankles. You still feel awful, worse than you ever have, but the dog needs to eat, so you go to feed him and change his pee pad.

While Yeontan is eating, you go to check your phone, sighing deeply when you see that there are no text messages. You know it’s not uncommon for them, especially with the comeback coming around, to not use their phones while at the studio, but for some reason today it feels especially like a rejection.

“Tannie…” you whine to the dog when you come out, sitting next to his food bowl. “Why don’t they want me anymore?”

Yeontan’s ears prick up, so you know he’s listening, but he doesn’t stop rooting in the bowl for the last pieces of kibble.

“Is it because I’m dirty? I probably liked being punished a little too much, there’s something wrong with me, what kind of pathetic person likes something like that…” you continue as he finishes his food, licking his chops as he sits back to watch you, head cocked like he’s really thinking about it.

You go to pet him, and he licks your hand for a moment before abruptly getting up to use the pee pad in the corner.

You still haven’t eaten, but you’re not hungry, so you just go to the fridge to grab a handful of strawberries and a bottle of water, avoiding the pitcher because you don’t want to see the pile of cash they’d left there like you’re a whore.

Taking your phone with you, you go to sit on the floor in front of the couch, feeling a little like you don’t deserve the comfort of the sofa. It’s getting late, so they should be coming home soon, and everything will be all right again. They’ll shower you with kisses and affection and stop the voices in your head from getting too ugly, because try as you might you really can’t shut them off.

Yeontan comes to sit on your lap, pleased that you’re on the floor so it’s easy access, and you pet him mindlessly as you wait for them to come home.

Lost in the increasingly negative spiral of your thoughts, time slips away from you. The next time you snap out of it, it’s to the obnoxious buzz of your phone against the marbled floor. You flip it over and see the text from Namjoon on the group chat.

Kim Namjoon [22:05:08]: sorry baby girl, we’re going to stay over at the studios tonight to catch up. :( take care of yourself, okay? We miss you!

Without bothering to open the text or reply, you lie down on the floor. It’s cold, but that’s okay.

It’s not like someone like you deserves to be comfortable.

You manage to fall into a light doze, even on the floor. When you wake up, it’s completely dark and your phone keeps buzzing against the floor, making that awful noise.

“Fuck,” you growl, picking it up and flinging it across the room. It flies into the wall with a satisfying sound and then drops to the ground, and you hope for a second that you’ve broken the goddamn device, but it continues vibrating, the force of the motion causing it to rotate slightly.

No matter; at least it’s not next to your head. You clench and unclench your left fist a couple of times to try and get the feeling back in your hand, having lost it because you’d been sleeping on your left arm, then settle back onto the floor.

Yeontan is gone, probably having had enough of the cold floor. It’s fine, though. Everyone leaves in the end. You should have realised it by now; all the relationships in your life play out in the same pattern. Why would things have been different with the boys or the dog?

You’re so fucking stupid, for letting your guard down, believing that someone like you could ever be loved. You, with your sick, twisted desires.

Maybe this is what you deserve.

Yoongi scowls down at the cell phone in his hand. He must have called you twenty times by now, and you’re not picking up, which is rather uncharacteristic of you.

“Give it up, hyung, she’s probably asleep,” Jimin advises him.

“I just want to check on her. She didn’t reply Namjoon’s text,” Yoongi counters. It bothers him, the fact that you’ve gone radio silent all of a sudden. They’d just finished dance practice five minutes ago, and he immediately made a beeline to his phone to see what you’d replied on the group chat. Sometimes it’s cute emoji-laden encouragement, other times it’s a selfie of you cosied up in the bed with Yeontan. He was shocked to find no response from you at all.

“You shouldn’t wake her up, hyung,” Hoseok pipes up.

“Yeah, she probably needs her rest after last night,” Jin says with a greasy smirk that he shares with Hoseok.

Yoongi scowls. “You shouldn’t have gone that hard last night,” he reprimands them.

Jin shrugs. “She liked it.” He still shivers at the memory of how hard you came around him and Hobi that last time. It had triggered their orgasms too, and they hadn’t noticed that you’d passed out until they were done cumming their brains out.

Brow still furrowed in displeasure, Yoongi doesn’t give in. “Still,” he mutters, although he has to admit that they have a point. If you’re resting he shouldn’t disturb you.

Maybe he’ll try calling you again tomorrow morning.

The next time you wake up, it’s not dark anymore, and Yeontan is back, insistently patting your face with his paw to wake you up. You push him away with a frown.

“Just want me for food, huh?” you say in a raspy voice and a sniffle. You’re not sure if it’s because you still feel a little teary or because of the cold you’re sure you’re coming down with after spending all night on the floor without even a blanket, but it’s not like it matters.

Yeontan, oblivious as always, just barks happily at you.

With an annoyed sigh, you get up to feed him, because as displeased as you are with the way he - and everyone else in your life, apparently - treats you, you can’t just let him starve.

Watching him wag his tail as he eats, you roll your eyes before picking up his water bowl to refill it. Usually your love for the little dog is overwhelming and you find him cute all the time, but today his enthusiasm for life is incredibly grating.

Grabbing another bottle of water from the fridge, you try not to look at the empty spot where the Tupperware containers containing Jin’s cooking would normally be stacked, or the pile of money still sitting on the counter.

You don’t need the reminder that they don’t love you.

Wiping your nose on the collar of the T-shirt you’re wearing, you take a few steps back towards the living room before just giving up and collapsing in the hallway, facedown. Yeontan, wondering if this is a new game, comes to stick his nose in your ear, snuffling and wagging his tail.

“Stop it,” you groan halfheartedly.

Yeontan doesn’t listen, barking as he continues to nose at your face.

“Go away!” you shout, throwing your hand out to shove him away from you. It collapses to the ground, outstretched, and Yeontan, shocked from how roughly you hit him, sits down and whines in confusion.

You don’t move from your position until the boys come home that night.

“Baby girl, we’re home!” Jin yells once he steps through the front door, surprised that you didn’t come to greet them like you usually do. It’s not even that late, before your usual bedtime. You’ve been acting weird since yesterday, and all of them were concerned when you went completely radio silent. None of their calls today even went through, and you wouldn’t reply to any texts, so they decided to come home earlier than they normally would to check on you.

Yeontan comes sprinting towards the front door, barking urgently, and Taehyung, sensing that something is wrong, bends down to tend to the animal. “What is it, baby?” he asks, letting the dog jump on him and wriggle around before trotting back to the kitchen, looking back to make sure Taehyung is following.

He almost trips over you, lying in the hallway, barely conscious.

“Y/N-ah!” he exclaims, falling to his knees and putting a hand on your back. His loud cry draws the attention of the others, who thunder after him after hearing the panic in his voice.

Yoongi curses when he sees you lying there, and you can hear him, but you can’t quite muster up the energy to turn over and greet him.

You aren’t sure you want to, either. He’ll just send you away, and you don’t need to hasten the inevitable. Maybe if you close your eyes really hard, time will stand still and you can stay there with them.

Your wishes go unheard, however, as Yoongi skids to a halt on your other side and kneels down, turning you around roughly. You can feel his terror in the trembling of his hands, and you feel a sudden sick sense of satisfaction that he feels even a little bit as bad as you do.

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Yoongi mutters, pulling your torso onto his lap as he presses the back of your hand on your face. Yeontan, seeing that Taehyung has stopped following him, comes back to tug on his sleeve.

You feel a little bad - you hadn’t managed to get yourself into an upright position to feed the dog all day, and his water bowl is probably empty too. Taehyung gets up to follow Yeontan, and seeing him pacing in front of his empty food and water bowls, immediately snaps into daddy mode.

“Noona, let’s get you to bed, okay? What happened?” Jeongguk picks you up off the ground into a bridal carry, letting your head rest against his chest as he carts you off to Yoongi’s bedroom, the rest of them following somewhat haplessly.

He places you down on the bed so, so gently and the care he takes with you opens the floodgates. All of a sudden, you can’t stop crying, and the boys around you look alarmed. Jimin, ever the affectionate one, immediately climbs onto the bed next to you and hugs you tight, rubbing your back as you sniffle unattractively into his chest, probably getting your gross tears and snot all over the undoubtedly expensive shirt.

All the crying causes you to cough loudly and violently, until it feels like they’re going to rip your chest apart. Namjoon runs to get you some water and approaches you uncertainly, handing you the mug like he’s giving something to a wild animal.

Jimin takes it for you and holds it to your mouth, tilting it just enough so you can sip slowly. After you’ve drained the whole thing at his insistence, he hands the cup off to Jeongguk and continues rubbing your back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly, and you blink up at him with swollen eyes.

“Oh, sweetie,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing some tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiping your face gently. “What’s gotten you into such a state?”

“I… I don’t know!” you cry, bursting into tears once again and they just hug you. You explain through sobs and fits of coughing how you felt so awful when you woke up yesterday but weren’t sure why, how unloved and unwanted you thought you were when you realised there wasn’t any food in the fridge when there usually was something waiting for you, the fucking money on the counter, and the way your thoughts had spiralled out of control over the past few days.

As Yoongi rocks you in his embrace, he glares over your head at Hoseok and Seokjin, who look increasingly ashamed as you continue telling them your story. Seokjin’s shoulders are by his ears now, and Hoseok won’t look up from his feet.

“Baby girl, we’re so sorry we made you feel that way,” Namjoon says quietly, reaching out to stroke your hair. “We should have been more conscientious of your feelings.”

“Yeah, Y/N-ah,” Hoseok adds. “It was our fault for pushing you so hard when we knew we were going to be away the next day. We should have been around to take care of you when you went into subdrop.”

You look up in surprise. Subdrop? You’ve never even heard that term before, and the confusion is clear on your face.

“It’s okay, love. We’ll explain more about it later. For now, just know that none of it is your fault, okay, sweetheart?”

Sniffling, you nod.

Seokjin finally steps forward and takes your hand. “I’m so sorry for neglecting you, baby,” he says, pressing apologetic kisses to your knuckles. “It will never happen again.”

For the first time in days, you crack a small smile at him.

“Now, have you eaten anything today?”

You think about it. “I ate some strawberries yesterday,” you finally offer.

The boys’ expressions vary from shocked to horrified. “You haven’t eaten anything all day today?!” Seokjin fairly shrieks.

“I guess not,” you shrug.

You can hear his ranting as he sprints to the kitchen to cook you something. Too tired to have much of a reaction, you just sink back into Yoongi’s embrace, letting him prop you up against the pillows like a doll as he presses kisses to your temple.

“I love you so much, baby,” he keeps repeating to you.

When the soybean stew is ready, all of you migrate to the dining table. Seokjin, impressive as always, even managed to rustle up some side dishes - leftover kimchi, kelp salad using the seaweed he used to make the stock for the soybean stew, and rice.

You don’t feel hungry even as you sit down and pick up your utensils, but once the first bit of soup and rice is in your mouth, you realise that you’re actually ravenous. You stuff your face with the food, nearly scalding your tongue more than once on the soup. Hoseok, sitting next to you, rubs your back and laughs. “Slow down, love. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he advises.

You ignore him - you haven’t had a proper meal for two days - focusing on how amazing Seokjin’s food tastes. The last time they had time off, he made his own doenjang and you can literally taste the difference between his homemade goodness and the storebought stuff.

When you’ve cleaned out your bowl and all the side dishes, you sit back with a little sigh, only now noticing that all of them were watching you and getting a little awkward.

“Um…” you hum nonsensically to break the silence.

“Baby girl…” Namjoon sighs. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you weren’t feeling well?”

You look down at your hands curled in your lap, ashamed. “I didn’t want to be a burden,” you confess finally.

“Sweetie… you should always tell us if you feel bad,” Jimin admonishes you gently.

“I didn’t think you wanted me anymore,” you say in a small voice, looking down to avoid making eye contact with any of them, which is why you’re caught off guard when Seokjin lifts you off your chair and into his lap.

“Baby girl, you never need to worry about that, okay? We will always want you.” The certainty in his voice makes it difficult for you to continue doubting his words, so you just nod in response.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking the back of your head with his big hand. “Now, take your medicine and go to bed, you’re still sick.”

You start to acquiesce, then jerk upright in his lap, even though the motion makes you woozy. “Oh no, I was so mean to Tannie,” you gasp in horror, squirming away from him. You make your way as quickly as you can to the kitchen, where his treats are kept under the sink. Rummaging around for the rawhide bones you know he adores, you grab one from the plastic bag and sit down, shaking the bone at him.

“Come here, baby boy,” you coo at him, smiling when he runs straight to you. Yeontan is not the kind to keep grudges, but you still feel bad, stroking him and pressing kisses to his head as he starts gnawing on the bone.

“I’m sorry for being mean just now,” you repeat over and over again while showering him with affection.

Taehyung huffs in amusement. “I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten all about it,” he says, watching you rub your face in Tannie’s soft fur.

“Do you? Do you forgive me for being a big meanie, my fluffy baby?”

Yeontan ignores you, too focused on the rawhide bone.

“Okay, I think you should get to bed now,” Namjoon nags, seeing as Yeontan is way too busy to give you any attention anyway.

“Okay, good night baby boy,” you say to Yeontan in your pet voice, petting him one last time before getting up to go to bed.

When you’re all tucked in, Jeongguk comes in with a cup of water and medication for your cold. “Here you go, noona,” he says, hovering over you anxiously while you down the pills. The boys pile on to the bed one after another, curling up comfortably in their usual positions.

“Hobi-oppa?” you ask in a small voice.

“Hmm?”

“What’s subdrop?”

He hums. “It’s when subs get really sad after a scene.”

“Oh…” you say thoughtfully. There must be more than that, you think.

Thankfully, Namjoon jumps in with a more detailed explanation. “There’s two aspects to it - the emotional and physical. Some subs get really depressed and sad after a scene, especially if there’s no aftercare, for various reasons. But after such an intense experience the hormones in your body can drop sharply and that causes the physical symptoms.”

That makes more sense, you think as you nod along. It would certainly explain why you had that inexplicable headache yesterday morning, and how upset you got over what you’d done with them.

“Is there a way to prevent it?” Yoongi asks, concerned for you. He knows what Hoseok and Jin are like, and asking them to dial it back might just prove impossible.

“Not that I know of, and I think it varies from person to person. I guess you just have to figure out how to get through it,” Namjoon says, rubbing his chin as he tries to recall what he’d learned from that long-ago Google session.

You hum along, half-asleep now. “It’ll be fine,” you say, cracking a giant yawn.

“We’ll be more careful next time,” Jin says contritely, wriggling closer to drop kisses to your forehead. Jimin squawks in indignation as he’s crushed under Jin’s weight.

It occurs to you briefly as you fall asleep that this wouldn’t have happened if you’d had a more normal relationship - you’d have researched everything way more thoroughly before trying new kinks, especially ones that were so extreme. You tamp down the thought ruthlessly.

This is what makes your boys happy, and it’s fine. You like it too. It’s fine.

[love101imagines]

Will anything happen?

(sinan | imagine)

request: could u please write an imagine, with Sinan having been in love with s/n for years, but he never knew how to tell her that, until she became friends with the group, so he sees an opportunity to approach her.

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You were sure your life had changed the moment you were doing your philosophy homework during recess, too immersed with trying to finish Miss Ayse's assignment on time you didn't notice how five students entered the room and ushered the rest to leave, even if the room was almost empty.

"What the fuck?" You blurted out confused once someone closed your notebook.

Eda, one of your classmates, sat in front of you, while another boy you vaguely remembered leaned against the wall.

"We need to talk." Osman, a boy you had bought some homework a few times, stated as he sat down next to you.

A quick look around the room made you panic internally, with Kerem, another boy you knew because of his anger issues, closed the door. Your mind tried to come up with a reasonable reason why your classmates you had only spoken a few words were now acting so strangely.

You looked at Osman, the only one you had talked the most out of them, with a raised brow. "Do I owe you something because of the homework? I don't have any money left, I— Are you going to beat me up? What is wrong with you?" You ranted.

"No!" Işik, the one you liked most because of her charismatic personality, reassured you, taking out a chair and sitting next to you. "We only wanted to talk to you."

"We need your help." Eda continued. "It's about Miss Burcu, we want you to help us set her up with another teacher. Otherwise, she'll leave since her transfer is confirmed."

"And this way we'll all make a beautiful thing happen. We’ll spread love." Işik added with a grin.

You furrowed your brows at the strange request. It didn't take you much to see through their act, Isik being the only one who seemed genuinely sad about your teacher leaving, so you just assumed the rest were doing it to their own advantage. Probably because of what had gone down a few days ago during a school debate, in which the auditorium was almost burned down and they were almost expelled.

Still, you had a few questions left. "Why me? I don't know either of them that well."

Eda shrugged. "You have a boyfriend."

"And you two have been dating for almost two years, you must know about love and dates. That really can help us. Isik knows the theory, you know the practice." Osman explained trying to convince you with his businessman smile.

So that was the reason why they thought you were a love expert.

You only could give them an awkward smile, feeling your cheeks slightly blushing because of the obvious fact they didn't seem to be aware of. "Boran and I broke up two months ago."

Being stopped from doing your homework was worth it once you bit down on your lower lip trying to avoid laughing at their faces of sudden realization.

"Fuck. You told us they were in love." Eda complained, glaring at the boy who was leaning against the wall.

He didn't answer, his eyes fixated on the ground while the rest looked at him angrily.

You slowly stood up from your chair while the rest seemed deep in thought. "Well, this was fun but now you've realized I can't really help you. Good luck though."

"Wait, you can still help us." Işik tried, standing in front of Kerem once she noticed he wouldn't let you leave.

With a huff, you sat down back on your seat. "(Y/N), dear. You're the only person who's been in the longest relationship in the whole school." Osman continued. "Come on, help us. This is what you and Isik know best."

You thought about it for a moment, almost flinching when Kerem suddenly stood next to you even if Osman had already said that you didn't owe him anything and even if you did, they wouldn't beat you up.

"Don't worry, he only talks with his fists but we need you."

You looked up at the boy leaning against the wall, now realizing where you recognized him from. You couldn't really blame yourself, after all, Sinan usually skipped classes or never participated, only sleeping most of the time or drinking his flask. You were almost sure you had done one or two school projects with him and Isik, because even if she was the smartest girl in the class, nobody else wanted to work with them, too annoyed with the boy and his usual remarks.

He stayed silent throughout the whole interaction until you shifted uncomfortably because of Kerem and how you only knew him because of every time you had seen him punch someone during a basketball game or recess. But right now, he only glanced at you for a second before returning his gaze back to the ground.

Kerem glared at him. "I'm so sick of his bullshit."

"Calm down." Osman said once he noticed the tension in the room.

You only chuckled, almost giving in to their offer once you noticed Sinan glancing up at you again for a few seconds. But still, you couldn't do what they were asking.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm going to fail Philosophy and Miss Ayse has sent me all of this..." You said referring to the numerous papers in front of you, most of them highlighted with your own handwriting in some notes. "I'm literally fucked with this, and I can't fail another subject again."

Still, Osman wasn't going to give up. "Sinan will help you."

"What?" You both said at the same time.

"If he helps you pass, will you help us too?" Eda asked hopefully.

"These assignments aren't to help students learn what they don't understand, they only exist so teachers feel even more powerful having someone else's future on their hands." Sinan spoke, annoyance clear on his voice.

Kerem rolled his eyes. "You're the man for the job. Every sentence you say sounds like a riddle."

"Can you help me? You can lend me your notebooks if you want, I can manage." You said, trying to ignore the fact that he was always sleeping in class.

He fumbled with his hands, not answering instantly which made you wonder if it was because of a hangover or if he simply didn't like you. "I...I'm not good at writing down notes." He explained.

"But he's really good with philosophy!" Işik added nudging him forward. "He's in the debate team too."

"There you go, he'll explain to you what we covered and you'll help us make Burcu fall in love." Eda concluded.

Before he could disagree, you nodded. "Okay, deal."

They seemed finally grateful, and before you could think better about what you had just gotten into, the bell rang. You got up from your seat and started gathering your things, not noticing how the rest left and how Eda practically pushed Sinan forward in your direction.

"I'm sorry you assumed I would be of any help to you." He started somewhat reluctantly, stopping once you looked up at him in the middle of leaving your notes on your bag.

"Sinan, we've done a few projects with Işik before, and even if you didn't come to my house you helped out in the end." You said forcefully, not taking no for an answer.

Under his impressed look, you paused for a moment as he started helping you with your things, knowing you wouldn't be able to do it before the next class started.

"So..." You started with a soft smile. "Your house or mine?"

As Sinan opened the door for you, you thanked him with a silent smile before entering his house. You gathered your surroundings, amazed by the numerous pairings hanging in the walls while you followed him.

"Sinan, your house is beautiful. I can't believe you never invited us before." You said leaving your bag on the floor next to the couch.

"I have to make lunch for my grandpa and feed my dog..." He trailed off opening the fridge on his kitchen.

You made your way towards him after taking off your jacket. "I'll help you." You offered, taking the bowl of dog food out of his hands before he could say anything.

As you petted his dog, he left a tray of food for his grandpa and then you both sat down on his couch, you looking for a highlighter and him fumbling the only pencil he had.

He cleared his throat a bit, your knees touching while you unknotted your tie. "We're seeing idealism, right?" He asked and continued once you nodded. "Um, it can be classified into subjective and objective idealism, the main difference is that one believes the object is more important, and therefore, it's independent of our consciousness."

He gave you a side look to see if you understood. You looked at your notes, confusion clear on your face as your brows furrowed and you tried to search for what he had just said. You expected him to snap at you for not understanding, which would only cause you to get even more frustrated and to storm out of his house, but that wasn't the case.

"It's fine." He said patiently, taking your notebook to help you search what you needed. "Here, you mixed them up. You should remember that the objective idealism regards as the prime source of being not the human mind, but some objective other-world consciousness."

"And the subjective denies the existence of objective reality." You carried on connecting the dots.

You fixed your notes, a green highlighter on your hand, and the cap between your teeth.

Sinan stood up from his seat. "Tea?" He asked.

You nodded. "Please." You said with a smile, noticing how the corners of his lips curled in a small smile.

After that day, your usual routine changed completely. You planned the perfect date with the rest, helped with the fake fight between Burak and Kerem, went to a rock concert, and even got closer to the rest. You weren't sure, but you felt closer to Sinan after spending every afternoon at his house.

You saw a different side of his, a boy who cared for his grandpa and tried his best to help you with things you found difficult, not losing his patience and explaining it as much as you needed.

At school during recess you flopped down on a bench, Sinan sitting at the end of it like usual. “What’s up?” He asked.

"Look at this!" You beamed with a grin pushing a paper into his hands.

He raised his brows at you before reading your test, you waiting expectantly for his reaction. "You passed Philosophy?"

You let out a sigh of relief. "Yep, no more assignments from Miss Ayse. Now I can help you even more with Miss Burcu, it's a shame she has a boyfriend. We're fucked."

"You aren't." He pointed out, slowly taking out his flask from his jacket. “You can stop with everything if you want, you’ve achieved what you wanted and nothing changes for you if Burcu leaves.”

You scoffed. “Do you really think that of me? That I would leave all of you now that we don’t have to study anymore?”

He only shrugged, going to take a sip of his flask before you stopped him, your hand on top of his. “Can you...not? Please. I don’t like the smell.” You explained taking the flask from his hands to his amused look.

Sinan rolled his eyes and took the flask out of your hands, except this time he didn’t drink from it and only left it back again on his jacket.

With a soft smile, you stood up. “Come, let’s go to my house and have lunch.”

“Why?” He asked confused about why would you want to hang out with him but nevertheless stood up.

“I’m hungry...and we have another Music project to do. I don’t have a partner so, lucky you.” You tugged on his arm to walk.

“Lucky me.” He teased.

With your music cassette playing on the background a Tarkan song and a few books scattered on your bed, you continued with your research on Mozart, your legs crossed while Sinan sat opposite you.

After fumbling with his pen for a few seconds, he looked at you. “Can I ask you something?”

You glanced at him after taking a sip of your water. “Sure.”

“Why did you and Boran break up?” He asked curiously. “Everybody thought you would get married like the two high school sweethearts you are. Were.” He corrected himself.

You shuffled uncomfortably in your place, biting the inside of your cheek as you looked at the boy in front of you. You smiled weakly before starting to talk. “Um, dunno. I mean, things weren’t as smooth like they were at the beginning. I didn’t feel the same and he thought that I had too much...baggage, so we talked and decided to end things. We’re still friends though.”

Sinan’s face softened at your words. “I’m sorry, I thought you two...”

“You thought we were in love, right?” You interrupted him, your voice teasing but quiet. “I remembered Eda said that the first time we all talked, how did you know?”

He looked away as a small blush crept on his neck, and you only waited for him to answer.

“A few years ago we had a History assignment, do you remember?” He asked slowly.

You furrowed your brows. “Sinan, we have History assignments almost every day.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but this time I was with Işik and we needed someone else and you volunteered. Then she dragged me to the library and we spent some time together.” He continued trying to make you remember.

You thought about it for a few seconds until you came to the realization of what he was recalling, your mouth opening in surprise. “Yes! I remember. You slept the whole hour until I told you to help me with the dates.”

He nodded, not talking for a moment and avoiding your look before he took a gulp of his flask, ignoring how you sighed when he did that. “I...we didn’t talk much but I knew that you could see something good in everyone, even in me.”

Sinan struggled with his words, so you left the books aside and moved closer to him. “Why didn’t you talk to me after that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Why do you think?” He answered sarcastically. “You met Boran and...it wasn’t worth it. He was better for you.” He explained with his usual emotionless tone.

He looked at you for another moment, his eyes slowly trying to figure out your expression. For a moment, you basked into the attention he was giving you shamelessly, remembering even more about what had happened two years ago.

“Işik! Guess what! After you and Sinan left I met this super cute guy. His name’s Boran and we talked and he asked me on a date tomorrow!” You gushed to her the next day you went to the library to finish your History assignment, not noticing Sinan’s expression, a mix of jealousy, disappointment, and heartbreak.

“Sinan...” You started slowly. “...did you have a crush on me?”

Eyes darting from where they were fixed on your face, he stared at his lap. “Why would it matter? I’m sure you and Boran will fix things and...” He paused and took a sharp breath. “...you’ll be back again with him. You’ll forget about us, living the true romance fairytale you’ve wanted your whole life.”

Once he finished his rant, he grabbed his flask to take another sip again but you were sick of it. “That’s not true!” You scolded taking the flask out of his hands, leaving it next to your pillow. “And that wasn’t my question, why are you like this?”

He didn’t answer, only moving forward to reach for his flask, but you were faster and cupped his face to make him look at you.

“Sinan, you should have told me. Do you like me or no?”

He stopped breathing, his chest visible not moving as he stared at your eyes. “Yes.”

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, realizing all of a sudden how close you actually were. Before you could think about it, with your hands still cupping his face, you pulled him towards you and placed your lips onto his.

He was clearly caught off guard, but it didn’t take long for him to kiss you back and place his hands on your waist, a few pencils falling off your bed while he moved to be closer to you.

Out of breath, you broke the kiss, your hands remaining on his face while he looked at you, studying every inch of your face trying to read your expression.

“Things have been different between us in the last days.” You said, your voice coming out like a whisper.

He hummed, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I...I just got out of a fucking long relationship and, I have a lot on my mind.”

“I understand.” He nodded, your hands falling to your side finding his.

Your thumb traced soothing circles into the back of his hands and his eyes almost fluttered shut at the sensation. “But we could try, right? Not a relationship right now, but maybe a date first.”

“Yeah. Yeah for sure.” He mumbled.

He had already waited two years to finally tell you how he really felt, but it seemed like it was worth it seeing how you were smiling at him at that moment.

[brideofcthulhu10]

Could you do a reaction where the lost boys are hanging out with their S/O at their house. It’s 3 am and s/o falls asleep. They hear a crash down stares so the boy investigates, his face all vamped out. They find the s/o younger sibling in the kitchen who is around 4 yrs old with their hand in the cookie jar. The sibling sees them with their fangs and runs over to them yelling “Kitty”! The next night their s/o tells them they are tired because their younger sibling Made them look for a cat.

Okie doke, super specific but I think I did a damn dandy job on it if I do say so myself lol. Well, I hope you enjoy it!

The Bats Being Cats

Lost Boys × fem!S/O fluff with little brother

David 

It was a rare occurence when David slept outside of the hotel, but with the numerous break ins he didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone. You insisted you weren't alone! 

"Having a stray neighborhood cat you feed doesn't count as protection," he retorts, arms crossed. 

"No that's not what I mean-"

"-Just let me keep any eye on you, kitten. Please?"

Being asked please by David just made your heart ache. Pleasantries were partially limited as it was but David was not one for saying please. You sighed, taking his hand in yours. "Fine, but please don't kill anybody. My parents would be pissed if someone got blood on the carpets."

All had been going pretty well, you managed to cook him up a home made meal for once having to repeatedly remind yourself absolutely no garlic, and after a slashers marathon on TV you were ready for bed. It was only 2 am! David was far from tired, but at your behest he obliged under protest. Being the nocturnal vamp he was, he just laid beside you while you slept enjoying the peace and quiet. Beds weren't exactly his forte so it didn't make him any less awake. Too squishy. The loud banging coming from the kitchen didn't exactly serenade him into slumber. 

An intruder huh? Well, you did say not to kill them… but you never said anything about mmaiming. Besides, he had to skip a blood meal to be here, might as well have some fast food while you were off in dreamland. David gently scooted himself off the bed as best he could without disturbing you and pulled the blankets over. Watching you burrow against the pillow made him smile softly, pushing your hair out of your face. Slowly he leaned in for a tender kiss, after all he wasn't in a hurry. "Sleep tight kitten, I'll be right back."

Carefully he slunk down the stairs with ease. Sure enough a stream of light trailed off from the dining room. The closer he got the more he continued to hear rattling within the kitchen. Drawers slowly rumbling as the were slid open, the cabinets squeaking, the… chairs being scraped across the floor? 

Okay so they were a very short burglar, whatever. Turning the corner with fangs ready to tear into whatever pitiful mortal thought it wise to enter his mate's home- who the hell is that?

Rather than a short man dressed in all black, he had come to find a small boy sitting on the counter in a red race car t-shirt with matching race track print shorts elbow deep in a dog-shaped jar labeled "COOKIES". Currently the tiny pastry thief was smeared with chocolate chips and crumbs, half a cookie sticking out of his mouth. There was such a heavy awkward silence and they both just stared at each other until the boy finally gasped. "Wow you're a big kitty!"

"Ki-?" Immediately David became flustered as the little one scrambled off his kitchen chair ladder and HUGGED HIM. David immediately scrunched his body together as if it could make him smaller. He hardly hugged anyone other than you, the sensation was almost so foreign he nearly rejected the crumb coated tyke who was smearing chocolate on his jacket. Grrrreat. 

"Uh.. Yeah sure, kitty, let's go with that," he quickly dismissed the kid, awkwardly patting his head. "Kitty says off to be or I'll tell-"

"You can't tell Y/N! She'll tell mummy when they can't back!"

Mummy? Go figure you forget to mention you had a little brother! "Well then we better go to bed then, huh? Otherwise we'll both get in trouble. See, your sister doesn't want me getting lost around the house showing off my teeth. So we gotta keep that a secret, got it?"

The boy quickly nodded, pretending to zip his lips shut. Watching David put the cookies higher that the chair could help him reach. With cheeks puffed up he stomped away, whining under his breath that the mean kitty was no fun. David rolled his eyes, sinking away his fangs back into his mouth. With dawn approaching he debated his options, quickly scribbling down a "sleeping in here, do not open" to tape on your closet, using a wadded up towel to seal up any cracks. Not ideal, but better than being burnt to a crisp. Once the sun went down again, he came out to see you utterly disheveled. How were you tired you slept half the night, if anything he should be tired! Well apparently your little brother B/N insisted he found a giant, bossy kitty cat "with a dumb hair cut" in the house and demanded you spent all day helping him find it. David hadn't the heart to tell you, although the chair cut line made him tempted to scare the little turd. Maybe not, so he just shrugged it off suggesting perhaps the kid was sleepwalking.

Dwayne

Well Dwayne had a fair share of handling children before, but this was ridiculous. It seemed like a cute little suggestion, spending the night at your house. He wouldn't exactly get much sleep. Still, he didn't mind cuddling with you in your bed, get the opportunity to maybe look around your room and get some better insight about who you were before he met you. Besides, any opportunity to sleep in a real bed again that wasnt caked in cobwebs was a golden opportunity in his eyes. 

You certainly were a trooper, you insisted on staying up as late as you possibly could. After ordering from a pizza shop he opted just to devour the barbecue wings while you nibbled down on classic pepperoni. You insisted there was no garlic, but he wasn't going to risk anything spoiling tonight. When his hunger couldn't be satiated you offered him the uncooked beef shoulder your mom was saving for dinner next week. It was disgusting, wringing it out like a sweaty sock, watching your juice pitcher fill up with red juices. When you struggled to squeeze out  anything else, Dwayne straight up dug his teeth into the partially dried hunk of meat until it started to turn grey. The entire process was gruesome. You couldn't help make a face, although you were still glad he had some sort of blood. 

"What's animal blood like anyway? I mean, usually you drink human right? Is animal like… vampiric vegetarianism?"

Dwayne pondered the inquiry, wiping the red from around his mouth. "I guess the best way I can describe it, it's like junk food in a way," he explained, polishing off the last bit and smearing his mouth on his jacket sleeve. "It fills you up okay, but not as well as human blood. Eventually it won't be able curb the hunger for very much longer."

"Hm. So it's like having potato chips for dinner," you asked, going to rinse out the jug before he had the chance to lick up the remainder. 

"Pretty much."

After dinner, you settled on the couch watching the IT miniseries on tv, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Half way through the three hour series you had dozed off, head lightly nuzzled beneath his arm into his chest. Gently he swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the hallway into your room. Just as he laid you down he heard a bunch of clanking around in the kitchen. Looking back at you he pushed your hair out of your face, stealing a gentle kiss. "Don't worry princess, I'll handle this one," he whispered against your lips. Guess he was going to get that human blood after all. With fangs bared he swept through the hallways with ease, slinking into the dark kitchen ready to strike, and then the lights flipped on. Standing beside the fridge was a young child, couldn't be more than 4 or five sitting on the floor with a handful of pinwheel cookies. Literally caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the bits eyes turned to saucers. "KITTY CAT!" 

Dwayne flinched when the crumbly toddler hugged his waist. Alright so you had a brother. That was new. Carefully he lifted up the toddler, balancing on his hip like he had done with Laddie. "Well hi. I wasn't expecting a cookie thief tonight."

"Are you Y/N's kitty? You're really big!"

"No, I'm a big ol' panther. I usually eat all the bad kids who stay up past their bedtime," he teased with a fanged grin. "Know any?"

The boy rapidly shook his head. "Nope! Uh uh! I was uh, sleepy walkin'!" 

"Oh well, then I guess we should get you back to bed then, huh?"

Laddie used to pull the same thing all the time. They always put him to bed around 4:40 am, sometimes he could push it to almost 5, but then Dwayne would catch him sneaking around the tunnels at 6 am. Except with Laddie he would just hang upside down with him or go back to Star. He couldn't exactly do that with a four year old human. Instead he shuffled his boots through scattered toys, kicking them out of the way as he tucked the little boy in bed. Out like a light. Boy he was good. Softly he tip toes back into your room and laid beside you until the sun started coming up. He snuck into your parents room with their dark, heavy curtains drawn and wedged himself into their walk in closet just to be safe. Thank god your dad hates sunlight too. The entire day time he could hear your little brother shouting "Kitty?! Mr. Kitty?!"

Cue your groans as you lazily followed him, shooing the boy away from where Dwayne was currently sleeping.

"B/N, you were probably just sleeping after you ate all the freakin' cookies and dreamt there was some big dumb cat."

"No no no, honest Y/N, I saw him, I did I did! We jus' gotta keep lookin'!"

Dwayne chuckled, he'd have to apologize to you once the sun came up.

Paul

Yes! A sleep over at Y/N's place! Finally! He never got to go over there because your parents were such fuddy duddy same-old! Now with them gone for a weekend trip to San Diego, he had you all to himself! Oh he was so giddy when he jumped through your doorway. Wow. Fancy! Two stories, a big ol' tv in the living room with one giant wrap-around couch?! Is that the new Sega system?! There's a freaking pool in the backyard! He's just geeking out!

"Dude, babe, why didn't you tell me your parents are loaded," he exclaimed, jumping over the edge of the couch onto the cushions. 

"I mean the stuff is nice I guess," you shrugged, sitting next to him. "Honestly I just love being with you guys in the hotel. I hadn't really thought about it."

Paul raised his brow. "So, you're gonna give all this up?"

"Well, eventually whenever I decide I want you to turn me." 

Cuuute. Paul just snickered, nibbling on your neck. After that, you were up almost all night. Getting high in your bedroom, concocting bizarre stoner munchies down in the kitchen, video game competitions on the giant television, making out when you were supposed to be watching a scary movie… making out when you guys are skinny dipping in the pool… whole lot of heavy petting. Finally you had tuckered out in his arms, burrowed beside him with his jacket draped over you. Oh god you were so adorable. It was only 3:45 in the morning, so he had a few hours before the sun came up. 

"Okay sleepyhead," Paul huffed, lifting you up in his arms ", bedtime!"

You groaned some half mumbled whine about not being tired which only made him chuckle. "Shhh, chill out kitten. Time to crash. I'll still be here tomorrow night, mkay?"

It was hard for him to put you down. Not that he didn't want to- you wouldn't let go! You kept clinging to his shirt and whining until he had flopped on the bed with you. "Can't get enough of me, huh baby? Eh, I can't blame ya." 

You mumbled something along the lines of "shut up" then went back to sleep. Still adorable. Well he got cozy, gently rolling you off of him once he was sure you were asleep. That's when a loud crash came from the kitchen. A break in? 

Paul sat up- and was immediately yanked back down! "Fuck meee," he groaned, looking over at you. Really?! You were holding his HAIR?? "Ugh, babe you suck."

In a frenzy he managed to untangle the chunk of his blonde hair caught in your vice grip. Carefully he peeked around the corner of the hallway. It couldn't be your parents, he would have been able to hear their car perfectly. No this was down in the kitchen. 

Raccoon, burglar, hobo squatters, whatever he was, it was a little past midnught but he could still go for a snack. 

There was a light on in the kitchen just barely illuminating the living room adjacent to it, Paul could see some sort of shadow shifting around, clinking sounds of glass were, the fridge opening. He tore around the corner, fangs ready to dig into his newest treat. Apparently, someone else was craving a snack. 

There was a breakfast bar hanging off the counter top by the sink in the center of your kitchen, and happily wedged in a tall bar stool was a mop top kid sporting batman pajamas with a big ol' glass of milk and the jar of cookies with the lid off. 

"Whoa!"

"Oh! Shit- uh, hey kiddo," Paul stuttered.

"Shit," the kid questioned, making Paul choke. Crap! 

"Oh crap-! I mean fuc-! I mean-," he smacked his forehead in frustration just so he'd shut the hell up, plunking his butt in the stool trying to process what to say. 

The boy was still staring at him, then with a firm hand, pointed right at him. "You're a really tall cat!"

"Yeah? I like to this so." Paul chuckled, snatching a cookie from the jar, not even waiting to finish chewing before he asked him "What's your name kiddo?"

"B/N," he answered. "You're not gonna tell me sister right? I saw you wrestling with here earlier. Are you like a lion or something?"

Again, Paul nearly choked on his cookie, knocking back the milk. Fuuuuck that kid saw you guys on the couch. "Uh, yeah! You're sister is trying to be a lion tamer, so I'm helping her!" Leaning his cheek on his hand he gave him a sneaky smile. "And I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me and your sister. Your mommy and daddy wouldn't be real happy if she let a big ol' lion in."

B/N nodded firmly as if he was given the most intense secret mission of his short life. Paul just spent a few minutes with the oddball talking about video games, the best cartoons on nowadays, showing him how to stick up some devil horns and head bang. Kid was a natural! Tongue out and everything! With snack time over he shooed the boy back to bed, tucking him in awkwardly.

"Good night Mr. Lion. You're awesome," he yawned, snuggling into bed. Paul felt a twinge of guilt, knowing one day he'd have to take this kid's big sister away… maybe they'd wait just a little longer. Wedged happily inside Y/N's closet atop a pile of her unmentionables with plenty of clothes and some duct tape courtesy of said lovely babe, he couldn't help but hear the boy burst in with excitement, jumping on her bed. 

"Ugh, B/N it's like 9 am, what is it," you groaned from your bed, trying to roll back over under a pile of comforters. 

"You wouldn't believe it! I hung out with a lion last night! He was huuuuge!"

"Yeah? I met he smelled like kitty litter and weed," you half mumbled. 

Oi!

"Nuh uh! Don't you remember? He was the one you were wrestling with in the jacuzzi!"

You sat up straight, your face bright red. "You little twerp, you supposed to have been in bed by then!"

Paul had to stifle a laugh, rolling over. He'd explain it later. After all, lions weren't morning cats.

Marko

When you mentioned your parents flying to Florida to take care of your granny, he couldn't resist the urge to spend the night with you. At first you seemed opposed to the idea. You weren't supposed to have guests over! If your parents caught you home with a boy of all people, they'd kill you then dance on your grave. 

"Pretty please baby doll," he'd hugged, nuzzling his nose into your neck. He wiggled his arms around your neck, teasing beneath your ear with sweet kisses until you practically melted. "I'll be good. Honest, baby girl. No one else is gonna see me, it's not like you'll get caught."

"Well…," you'd hesitate. Well, of course all it took was those bonnie blue eyes, Marko pouting out his bottom lip. "Okay fine, but only if you don't cause any trouble."

"When do I ever?"

You were sure to stock up on snacks for the night. Chips, soda, three types of gummies. You two were the dynamic duo of sweet tooths, if it weren't for his hyper healing he was sure his fangs would've rot out by now. 

 But you were determined. Tonight had to be a perfect sleepover for you and your boyfriend. Later in the afternoon you managed to sneak into the blood drive going on at the beach and steal a cooler of AB negative. After all, it was a special night.

 In regards to the sun, you had made up the guest room with heavy curtains tightly taped to the wall to prevent any light. You even made sure the closet was cleared if that wasn't enough. 

You were so excited once he arrived, practically jumping into his arms. Marko gushed over how cute your room was. Posters, plushies, a plethora of reading material along a wall-height bookshelf, although once he spotted your bed there wasn't much talking left over. When you two were all done having a good ol' time doing the Devil's tango, you insisted on him having a home cooked meal for once. 

"Don't you ever get tired of greasy, soggy chow mein," you ask, sauteing a pan of teriyaki soaked beef. 

"It is not soggy," Marko insisted, feigning offense. 

"You didn't say it wasn't greasy though."

After you two fattened up on a sundae making contest, you crashed on the couch with him, laying comfortably on top wiggled tightly in his arms. Even Marko grew drowsy slurping on the end of a blood pack. You were just so sweet and soft, he couldn't resist the allure of the perfect cuddle partner. Eyes were drooping, almost dozing off.

The sound of clinking glass in the kitchen jolted him awake. You two were supposed to be alone, or so he thought. 

It was nearly impossible to wiggle out from underneath you. When he began to move you verbally whined, holding onto him. "Shhh she it's okay baby girl. I'll be right back," he cooed, lifting you up then laying you back down on the couch. Draping his leather jacket over you, his heart nearly kickstarted again when you snuggled up against it with a weary smile. "Oh you're gonna bring me back to life just to kill me, babe."

Again that loud thump in the kitchen drew his attention. Someone must've either been real stupid or had some twisted death wish to break into your house. With teeth bared he stepped in, swinging the door open. 

Oh! At first he thought maybe it was a raccoon, but following the trail of candy wrappers led him right to the culprit. A guilty six year old covered in chocolate. 

"Well, hey there," Marko chimed, crouching down to look at him. "Where'd you come from?"

"My room," the smart mouth retorted, trying to hide the candy behind him. "Are you some sort of cheetah?"

Marko burst out laughing, the light glinting off his set of fangs. "Heck yeah I am. And who are you?"

"I'm B/N," he mumbled. "Is that why you and my sister were having a roaring contest earlier?"

It was hard not to laugh at that, biting on his bottom lip. "Yeah, but you gotta keep it a secret, okay? It's official Cheetah business, I'm sure you understand."

B/N was a tricky one, Marko could definitely see the family resemblance once he asked

"What do I get if I'm quiet?"

Tricky little bugger wasn't he? That smirk was so familiar it was almost weird. Kudos to this kid for playing the hustle. Bad judge of character though. Marko leaned close and grinned, baring his fangs again. "Well, for one I won't eat you."

The boy gasped, but instead of crying he just laughed. "Okay, deal. Throw in a candy bar?"

"Hm.." Marko tilted his head still squatting in a frog position with his hands resting on his knees. "Well I can't argue with that. You got a deal, kiddo."

Escorting the boy back to his room, Marko crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorway. "You're pretty smart, kiddo."

"Yeah, Y/N always say never get played for a sucker," he sighed between yawns. Typical. He was nearly hustled by a 6 year old. Waltzing back to you he lifted you up still wrapped in his jacket and laid you in your room. If you had been alone he probably would've kept you in the guest room with him. But somebody had to watch the little punk. So wearily he slunk into the quiet room, locking the door for extra measure so no nosey kids came bursting in. He hadn't heard much while he was sleeping that day, but when he came our again you were frazzled after putting your brother to bed around 7pm. Apparently he insisted there was a talking cheetah in the house with a bad attitude who wanted to eat him. "Nah," Marko insisted, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. "I hear punk kids are too tough and chewy for cheetahs to eat."

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen headcanon: Joshua as Nani and David’s son

from this svt as disney characters’ kids hc i did

a/n: i think there’s a second lilo & stitch or something like that but this isn’t based off of any of that since i haven’t seen it. but i think experiment 002 is in the series sooooo i guess it is kinda based off the series too

warnings: josh x female reader, hybrids, a small mention of death in the very beginning, mentions of bullying

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So at first, Nani wanted Josh to be raised not knowing anything about aliens or experiments

It’s her first kid and she wanted him to be,,,,,”normal” for lack of a better word

But of course, that was very difficult, and Joshua ended up knowing about aliens around the time he was 2 or 3

David’s honestly impressed they even got that far tbh

“That’s all still a part of him,” David explained. “The aliens and the weird stuff, that’s just how his family is. We can’t keep him away from it.”

He even got his own experiment as a “pet” when he was about 5 or 6

Mrs. Hasagawa had passed away, and the experiments that she thought were ‘cats’ needed a home

Josh picked out experiment 002 aka Doubledip

He was a cute and essentially harmless (other than the fact that Joshua grew up basically sharing every single food he ate with Doubledip like ice cream and lollipops and stuff)

Josh nicknamed him DD and Double D, and they’ve been together ever since

As a kid, Joshua was super close with Lilo, Stitch, Jumba, and Pleakley

He absolutely adored all of them and always wanted to go hang out with them despite Nani being lowkey upset about it

“It’s fine, they’ll keep him safe,” David would always remind her. “They’re ohana after all.”

However, there reached a point where Joshua got bullied kind of like Lilo did

His norm wasn’t necessarily the norm for everyone else

No one else believed in aliens or experiments

No one else had the same thoughts and ideas that Joshua did

No one else was interested in the same things Joshua was

He knew he had to say DD was his dog, but he didn’t think that he would have to be a completely different person just to fit in

But that’s what he did

Instead of focusing on aliens and experiments, he focused on surfing

Thankfully, he was raised learning how to surf, but now that was his #1 interest

He stopped visiting his aunt and Stitch as often

The only real connection to his ‘weird’ side was DD because how could he just give up his childhood best friend?

Well, other than Seokmin

Seokmin was always the only person who ever knew what Joshua was truly like, and he even tried to stop Josh from changing himself to fit in

“I can literally grow a tail!” Seokmin pointed out. “I talk to a dolphin on a daily basis! I’m the king of weird, and I’m still a prince!”

“Yeah, but that’s normal in your kingdom,” Joshua pouted as he sat out in the ocean on his surfboard, talking with Seokmin. “Here, it’s not. Normal isn’t experiments and aliens and spaceships.”

So despite his best efforts, Joshua just became as average as possible, which he would have to see when they hung out on the beach and went for walks together

But in the ocean, Josh could say and do whatever he wanted without being judged

Like feeding Pudge the fish’s offspring

So since becoming less weird since he was a kid, Joshua got more friends, including the girl who worked at the froyo place he often hung out with Seokmin at

And pretty much everyone calls him Shua

Her name was Mali and she feared the ocean despite living a five minute walk away

He usually spends most of his time there so that’s how they met

He’s basically just a regular

And it’s at that froyo shop that Joshua’s life starts to change

“So y’know Seungcheol?” Seokmin asks

“Not really,” Joshua shrugs. “I just know you talk about him and he’s a prince of some other kingdom.”

“Right, well he’s having a birthday party this weekend, and I can bring a plus one. Since I don’t have a princess or anything to bring, I wanted to bring you.”

“Really? Why not like, one of those girls lined up to date you or whatever? What are they called?”

Joshua obviously isn’t royalty so he doesn’t know much about these things

But it’s fine because Seokmin doesn’t know anything about experiments or surfing either

“I don’t want to bring a date, I want to bring my best friend!”

“I thought your best friend was Kipper.”

“I can’t bring a dolphin on land, barnacle head.”

Cue Josh flinging his damp towel at Seokmin’s head and going, “Not cool, bro.”

And Mali sighing behind the counter about how, “We really need a sign that requires you to wear a shirt in here.”

So skip to Seungcheol’s party

Admittedly, Joshua is pretty nervous

He keeps trying on different clothes but all he really owns are shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, flip flops/sandals, and sneakers

He’s a surfer dude okay, he doesn’t really need to dress up for anything

“DD, does this look okay?”

DD simply ignores him and continues to lick the bowl of candy Josh keeps for him

David and Nani have to help him find something decent to wear

Although David insists he should wear something super fancy since Seungcheol is royalty

“So...is he a lion then, or...?” he keeps asking

And then Joshua has to explain for the hundredth time that he’s kind of a lion-human hybrid thanks to magic stuff and yadda yadda yadda 

Tbh, Josh doesn’t even get it

Seokmin finally picks him up, and they go to Seungcheol’s kingdom for the party

With David still asking questions even after they leave because he doesn’t understand this magic concept

And yet he understands aliens

Sort of

Josh is used to acting normal to fit in, but now he’s trying to act Extra Normal TM

But god he’s so curious because he’s never really been outside of Hawaii so he can’t help but just look around in wonder at all the sights and the people

And then Seokmin asked, “Do you wanna meet Seungcheol?”

“Like...the prince?” Joshua stammered

“You do remember that I’m a prince too, right?”

“Yeah, but-- DD!”

Joshua suddenly spotted his experiment trying to eat the cupcakes

He didn’t even know DD went with him, but he assumes the little experiment hopped into his backpack before he left

“So much for acting normal...” Seokmin mumbled under his breath before running over to help Josh with his little problem

Now, 002 wouldn’t be an issue, but his name is Doubledip

Essentially, all he’s going to do is lick all of the food before putting it back

If you couldn’t tell, that’s disgusting

So DD is loose at the party of a royal, and it would be all Joshua’s fault that the food is ruined

So the urgency to collect DD and get him back into Joshua’s backpack is very, very valid

Well, and the fact that Joshua wants to come across as normal as possible

Thankfully, DD only licked 5 cupcakes and 3 mini hot dogs wrapped in croissants before Joshua managed to stuff him back into his backpack and handed him a bowl of pretzels to keep him occupied

And it was as Joshua was zipping his backpack up that he accidentally bumped into you

You lived in Seungcheol’s kingdom, but you were one of the people who actually quite liked him

Since Seungcheol is Kovu’s son and Kovu was considered bad before, there’s some controversy over him but that’s another story for another time

You wanted a drink and he accidentally backed up into you

You spilled your drink a little but at least it didn’t get on your clothes

You both spun around and began apologizing even though you didn’t really do anything so you weren’t sure why you were apologizing

“I-I can get you a new drink!” he stammered

“It’s really fine,” you assured him with a polite smile.

But you’d never really seen either of them around, and you figured you should mingle a little since you were here, right?

“You guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you asked.

The one behind him stepped forward and smiled brightly, “Nope! I’m Prince Seokmin, the son of King Eric and Queen Ariel.”

“Oh! It’s an honor to meet you!” you bowed to him before looking expectantly at the one who’d bumped into you.

“That’s just Shua,” Seokmin shrugged. “He’s from Hawaii.”

But y’know what, just Shua from Hawaii was kinda cute

And he thought the same

Plus, you just seemed normal and that’s what he wanted

You were just wearing some jeans, a nice shirt, a cardigan, and a beanie

Compared to all the royalty and important people here, you were like a breath of fresh air

“Hey, Seokmin!” a new voice called

And Prince Seungcheol strolled over and grinned at the other prince he called his friend

“Oh, I see you’ve brought a friend -- and you met _____!”

Seokmin introduced the two and then the four of you continued to make some small talk

You were just thankful that Seungcheol didn’t say or do anything to blow your cover

He eventually walked away to greet other guests, leaving the three of you alone again

But you continued to talk

Seokmin kinda took the hint that he was a bit of a third wheel at this point and left to find someone else to talk to

He’s a prince and he knows other princes so it’s fine

He mumbled something about wishing someone named Wonwoo was there but you didn’t pay any attention to it

You talked about where he was from, what he did for fun, what his family was like and stuff

He may have slightly bullshitted and/or left out some things but it’s fine

You also talked about you and what you did and your family

You may have also slightly bullshitted and/or left things out but again, it’s fine

Eventually, Joshua asked if you wanted to dance since you’d been standing at the snack table just talking this whole time

And since Seokmin was a great wingman and took the bag with DD in it, he was safe to do whatever

So you agreed and the two of you danced and talked all night

And you were so worried when the party was over that you wouldn’t see him again

But he asked if there was any way he could see you again and your heart fluttered

And you said you were sure you could make that happen

You had to figure out what surfing was, anyway

But after that was all over and you went home and the butterflies had died down just enough for you to think about something other than your growing crush on Joshua from Hawaii

You remembered that you weren’t exactly who or what he thought you were

And now you had to keep that hidden from him

And you weren’t sure how long you could do that

And when Joshua was on the way home with Seokmin, who was happily talking all about how he got to see Hansol again and he finally got to meet Hyunggu and everything

DD popped out of the backpack with his bowl of now salt-less pretzels

And Joshua remembered that you didn’t know what he was really like

Or his family

And now he’d have to keep that a secret from you, too

So fast forward to the next weekend, and you were planning to visit him

Joshua was doing his absolute best to like, hide everything

Make sure Lilo, Stitch, and any of the others won’t be around

Make sure his cousin won’t be hanging around

Make sure DD is at Lilo’s

Meanwhile, you had to make sure you looked normal before you left

Which was basically just wearing normal bottoms and wearing a hat

So when you arrived in Hawaii, Joshua was there to eagerly greet you

Though he didn’t really seem it on the outside

He’s the stereotypical surfer dude so he’s just very chill overall

He basically had the whole weekend planned out

Most of it consisted of teaching you how to surf

“I actually hate the water,” you admitted as he walked with you down the beach toward the water

He chuckled, “Well, then you’ll hate surfing. It’s in the water”

So instead of surfing, he compromised and made sand castles with you on the beach

He said something about wanting to show you the joys of fresh coconut milk so you offered to climb up and get one

“Nah, it’s cool,” he chuckled. “It’s high up anyway.”

“I’m a great climber!” you reassured him

And then you climbed up a tree and got him a coconut

But then he had to open it himself which was a whole struggle by itself

And then he brought you to his favorite place to go after surfing: the froyo shop

“Make a new friend, Shua?” Mali smirked

“Be nice. This is _____, she’s from Seungcheol’s kingdom. You know him, right?”

“Kovu and Kiara’s kid, right?”

You noticed that Mali joked around with Joshua a lot, but it was very lighthearted

You liked her

He had to work that night but he invited you because he worked as a fire torch performer (dude fuck if i know the correct term) at a restaurant

Which also meant you got to meet his parents, David and Nani

“So you’re the girl he’s been talking about so much,” David grinned as he went to shake your hand

And then Nani gently whacked him in the shoulder and reminded him, “You weren’t supposed to mention that,” in a hushed tone

Which you heard

David only shrugged and gestured to you, “Well she’s blushing, isn’t she?”

Overall, you thought his parents were great

Though, they did seem a little strange

Then again, who were you to judge?

David would start to say something only for Nani to quickly cut him off

You decided to not think much of it

You did have to admit, watching Josh twirl fire around without burning anything or himself was impressive

Why did he have to seem so perfect?

Afterwards, he joined you guys for dinner

Nobody let the alien thing slip, so overall, he thought it went pretty good

He was really sad to see you go but you promised you’d come back again soon

And you did

The two of you actually saw each other a lot

And feelings on both sides only continued to grow

He did finally have to introduce you to Lilo and Stitch and DD, though

He knew he couldn’t keep them hidden forever, and besides, everyone still fell for the dog thing when it came to the two experiments

Well, Doubledip was originally supposed to be a ‘cat’ but whatever

And Josh just made Lilo swear to not talk about aliens or mention anything weird

“I really like this girl,” he explained to her, “so don’t mess it up”

“You know, I’m fantastic with girls!” Pleakley chimed in

Joshua quickly shook his head, “You and Jumba aren’t invited”

So eventually, you had met all of Joshua’s family

Well, he called it ohana and explained what it meant, and you thought it was really cute

He was happy to find that you did buy the dog story, and you really liked DD and you got along with Stitch

Tbh he was most worried about Stitch

DD gets along with pretty much anyone, but Stitch isn’t so easy

Things were going super well, so he was ready to ask you to actually be his girlfriend

He brought you on a nice picnic on the beach where the two of you first hung out

And he had everything laid out and the two of you were starting to eat, and he was going to ask

But then he heard his name being shouted from down the beach

Lilo was out and about with her daughter and Stitch

And Stitch was very excited to see you

He bolted down the beach toward you and jumped on you, knocking you back onto the blanket

And also knocking your hat off your head

Out popped your fuzzy white round ears

Stitch pulled back and looked at you, head cocked to one side

Joshua just froze and stared at you

Because you weren’t technically human

You were from Seungcheol’s kingdom, so you were an animal that used magic to stay human

That magic turned you into a human/animal hybrid, just like Seungcheol

But instead of being a lion, you were a lemur

It was why you wore hats to hide your ears and jeans and skirts to hide your tail

It was why you didn’t like water

It was why you could climb trees so well

You weren’t normal

And now Joshua knew that

“I-I gotta go,” you quickly stuttered out, grabbing your hat and scrambling to get up

“_____--”

You shook your head, jamming your hat back on your head to conceal your ears, “Save it, I already know what it is.”

“B-but you’re-- What are you...?”

“I’m a lemur, alright?” you huffed, tears pricking your eyes because you knew Joshua was not going to want anything to do with you

Even though you were a human and could stay human, you couldn’t get rid what you really were

It was weird, and people didn’t like weird

“You don’t have to say anything about it,” you continued as you tried your best to keep from crying, “because I already know you’re going to say I’m weird and you won’t want anything to do with me. So I’ll go and I won’t bother you again. And...I’m sorry for not telling you.”

And then you ran up the beach, not looking back once

Joshua sighed and dropped his head, closing his eyes as he rubbed over his face with his hands

Stitch just looked up at him and said, “Oops...”

Heartbroken, Joshua walked back home alone

Nani and David knew what he was planning, so they were so excited for him to get home

But seeing him with a frown as he threw the half-empty picnic basket on the counter before going to his bedroom without a word, they knew something was wrong

“I’ll take this one,” David told her before going to Joshua’s room

David knocked softly before entering to find his son face down on his bed

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he mumbled into his pillow

“Did...she say no?”

“I didn’t even get to ask, dad,” he sighed, lifting his head to look at David

“Did something come up?”

“Stitch tackled her and knocked her hat off and she...”

How was Joshua supposed to explain this?

He could deal with aliens and experiments, but human animals were something he hadn’t dealt with before

Would his dad even believe him?

“What? She got a weird haircut or something?” David chuckled

“She had fuzzy animal ears,” Joshua finally told him straight-out. “She’s an animal that’s human by magic.”

“Ah, right. That stuff you explained before. Y’know, Nani had to tell me how that worked like, seven times before I really got it.”

Joshua just let out a groan and dropped his head back in his pillow again

David sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, “Who are you to judge? You keep an experiment as a pet -- and worse, it licks everything you eat.”

Joshua pushed himself to sit up and sat beside his dad, “That’s not it, dad. I still like her, it’s just--”

“I thought you wanted a ‘normal’ girl, though?”

He just shrugged, “I like her. But she ran away before I could tell her. Besides, I’m way weirder...”

“Then if you like her for being a little different, why can’t you be okay with yourself being different?”

“A little?”

“Do you think being an animal is only a little different?”

And it’s that talk that caused Joshua to go after you

He packed up the photo of his ohana that he kept on his nightstand

And he packed DD

And he left for Seungcheol’s kingdom

You were obviously just as upset, if not more, back home

The silver lining was that you could wear your usual pants which had a hole cut in them for your tail to comfortably stick out

You wanted to spend the next day just sulking

But you ended up being called to Seungcheol, claiming there was someone who needed to talk to you

Joshua got Seokmin to bring him to Seungcheol’s because he realized he had no idea how he’d find you

And walking into Seungcheol’s throne room, Joshua was the last person you expected to see

“Sh-Shua? But...w-what are you--”

“I like you,” he blurted before you could finish what you were saying. “I like you with your ears and your tail because you’re still you. But before you say anything, just... These are things you should know about me, too.”

He opened his bag, and out popped DD

“Double D isn’t my dog. He’s an alien experiment from outer space, and the only thing he knows how to do is double dip foods, and lick things before putting them back. He’s stupid, and I love him”

Then he pulled out a framed picture and handed it to you

You looked it over and saw it was Joshua, Nani, David, Lilo, Lilo’s two kids, Stitch, DD, and some...things you didn’t recognize

“That’s my whole ohana. It’s not just the people I let you meet.”

He told you all about the aliens included in the photo, and you listened, glancing between the picture and him

And when he was done, you just stared at him because honestly, you didn’t suspect him to be anything but normal

But for some reason, maybe because he could relate to you, you liked him even more

Neither of you were considered ‘normal’ so didn’t that make you an even better match?

“I just...wanted you to know that before you decided to never speak to me again,” Joshua concluded

You weren’t sure what to say even though you knew exactly what you wanted to say

You just didn’t really know how to say it

“This is the part you tell him you still like him, too,” Seungcheol whispered in your ear

While Seokmin was Joshua’s wingman, apparently Seungcheol became yours

“I like you, too,” you told him with a sheepish smile, feeling your cheeks heat up

Joshua’s grin matched the brightness of the sun

“So...you wanna go out sometime?” Joshua asked

To which Seokmin whispered, “You’ve already done that before. Just ask her to be your girlfriend, kelp-for-brains”

So he does

And you accept

The next time you visit, you properly meet his ohana

Jumba and Pleakley definitely take a little getting used to but you do think they’re pretty amusing with the way they bicker

“They’re like an old married couple!”

“Don’t say that in front of Jumba, though”

You visit him all the time

So often that sometimes you just spend weeks there at a time

You eventually work your way up to being able to sit on Joshua’s board while he surfs

He makes sure to only go on baby waves so that way you don’t fall over or get wet

You befriend Mali at the froyo shop, and despite roasting Joshua sometimes, she always says how cute the two of you are

And the two of you live happily ever after